I want to thank everyone who sent me comments and feedback about this series of stories. When I wrote the first story, I didn't have a plan for how to continue it, but your comments planted a few seeds that have sprouted, and now it has a life of its own, with perhaps two more chapters to come.
Thank you again, and keep the comments and feedback coming.
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Excuse me, I think the sun was in my ears. Did I hear you say you're going to be a Grandmother, and I am going to be a Dad? If so facto, Lizzie is pregnant, and I am the, um, impregnator?
How the hell did this happen? Okay, I know how this happens, but what I mean is... How did it happen to me? Lizzie's on the pill, and in the three years 'we' have been 'three', I must have fucked her well over a hundred times, and cum inside her, well, let's just say often. Something just didn't add up.
Becca and I sat there together, in silence for quite some time, before she finally spoke.
"Huh... I wondered how it would feel when I eventually became a Grandmother, but never saw it coming like this," she paused, and glanced over at me. "I guess we'll get more information this weekend when Lizzie arrives. Until then, let's not let this spoil our week, okay?" She stood, and extended her hand. "Come with me, Daddy. Sex is a great stress reliever, and I bet you're feeling a little stressed right now. Let me help you relax." I took her hand.
"Okay, Grandma," I laughed, returning the jibe, "I guess you're right."
We walked toward the house together, and when we reached the sliding glass doors, Becca paused and did a little spin, checking her reflection. She was wearing a cute little white sundress with a halter neckline, and, I knew for a fact, nothing else.
"Do I look different now that I'm going to be a Grandmother?" she grabbed the skirt and flashed her bum at me, giggling coyly. Like I said before... an incorrigible flirt. "Am I a hot Grandma?"
"Duh?!" I quipped, laughing back, and scooping her up in my arms. Once we made it to the bedroom, I put her down, and she immediately pressed herself tightly into my arms, kissing me sweetly. God, I Loved her so much. She felt so wonderful at home in my arms.
I plucked at the strap tied behind her neck, undoing it surreptitiously without any pause in my response to her passionate kiss. We tangled tongues for several seconds more before she pulled away.
"Oops!" she giggled, catching her top before it fell. "I wonder how
that
came undone?" She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.
"C'mon Grandma... Show us your tits!" I cheered.
She backed off and 'accidentally' let the straps slip through her fingers, exposing her full, round breasts. She shook them at me, causing the delightful shimmy and jiggle that I found so intoxicating. My eyes locked onto her quivering melons as she continued to tease me
"Those don't look like the breasts of any Grandmother I've ever seen, sexy lady," I said with a smile, as I began to undress. It wasn't long before we were both rolling around the bed in naked bliss, panting and pawing at each other like a couple of overheated teenagers whose parents are away for the weekend.
Sex with Becca was never run of the mill. By that, I don't mean to suggest that we were working our way through the kama sutra, page by page, although she was quite inventive. I just mean that it was a lot more than just a physical act for us.
Her skin was smooth and warm against mine. It was a feeling I had grown very accustomed to, and extremely fond of. We embraced in this fashion for quite a while. There was no need to rush, so we cuddled, kissed and caressed at our leisure, using fingers, lips and tongues to express our feelings for each other without need of words. Becca was on top when she ever so slowly began to slide lower down my body, kissing as she went.
"You just lay back and let me take care of this..." she paused as she reached my crotch, "... this... this huge problem. This nice, huge, hard problem." She had her hand wrapped lovingly around my cock, and was gently stroking it while giving it a close range inspection. "Such a nice cock... So long, and hard, and thick... I just love the way it fills my hot pussy... and the way it tas... mmmm... mmmph..." her dialogue was cut short as she gobbled and slurped my dick.
Your ex-husband was such a short sighted, small-dicked, small-minded asshole... and I will be forever thankful for that fact!
I thought, as I luxuriated in the incredible sensations her mouth was giving me.
'He wouldn't kiss me for days if I sucked his cock...' she had told me. If it meant getting this treatment more often, I'd kiss her
while
she was sucking my cock.
She continued for another couple of minutes, before raising up and straddling me. My cock disappeared into the wet depths of her pussy as quickly as it had done so in her succulent mouth. Then she leaned forward and dangled her huge breasts in my face, knowing full well that I would be eagerly receiving them with kisses of passion.
Kisses soon gave way to suckling with a purpose. Becca had always expressed a distinct fondness for having her thick, stiff nipples sucked in just such a way, while I have always been more than willing to do so. I don't know if I was breast fed as a child and that's where it started, or perhaps I was denied that intimate contact, so had a psychological compensation at work. Either way, I have always had a thing for breasts... big breasts. Hers fulfilled every fantasy I'd ever had... except one, and soon, her daughter's nearly identical tits would undoubtedly check that last one off the list.
Becca undulated her hips, rocking them front to back as she skewered herself up and down in a slow rhythm that clearly she enjoyed, based on the gleeful noises she was making.
"Ooooooo... mmmm... Oh yes... Oh yes!" she hissed, increasing her tempo. It was becoming difficult to remain latched onto her nipple with the added bounce of her breasts, but I was able to hang in there for another few minutes, long enough to bring her to the brink of her orgasm.
