It was on Christmas this happened She wanted me to come down to her house to get my Christmas present and i twas sitting on the porch it was a new mountain bike haro of course and then i looked at it then i went inside the i walked over to her and kissed her and said thanks and i love you and then i asked weres my uncle she said he wont be back till tomorrow so then i was like oh so then i proceed to feel her up and the unbutton her pants and she said what are u doing and i said ,merry Christmas and she said oh no this is wrong and i said no it aint no one will ever no but me and u so we walked back to her bedroom =and i undressed her and started sucking on her 38 dd titties and the started eating her out and she was so tasty then she started grabbing my dick and i pulled it out and she sucked it till i came and sucked it dry then i started fingering her and she said that a waste of time so i did it for like two more minutes so she was wet cause she aint had sex in 13 years at least since pap died so i started fucking her and we did this for like an half hour or so then i stuck it in her ass then we did that for like ten minutes the i pulled it out and shot co=um all over her beautiful face now that the best Christmas present a man could ask for.
this is a true story it happened just this past christmas now heres another story that happened a year ago with my other grandma What can I say? I've got this thing for older women. I lost my cherry at 16 to my neighbor, a voluptuous married woman of 43 who rewarded me for cleaning her pool by sucking and fucking me twice a week. I'm 25 now and still irresistibly attracted to older women.
Maybe it's their curious blend of confidence and vulnerability. Maybe it's that older women seem to know what they want. Maybe it's just because they're horny. In any case, after graduating from college I got a job with a pretty big electronics company in the East Bay suburbs.
As luck would have it, my recently widowed grandmother lived nearby, and I bunked at her apartment for a couple of months. Two things finally drove me to find my own place. First, it's kind of hard to tell your grandmother that you'd like to bring a juicy, half-drunk 40 year-old gal home from a club and boff her in your bedroom right down the hall.
Second, my grandmother was driving me nuts. Grandma Elliot is 52 and a very good-looking woman. She's short but slender with shoulder-length platinum hair, ice-blue eyes, nice-sized tits, a plush ass, and a lust for life.
After two weeks of dragging my sorry ass home from work at 10 p.m., nodding off to sleep on the couch, and being wakened by Grandma returning from the neighborhood bar or the local club, I realized it was probably Grandma who resented my interference with her romantic life. I found a nice studio apartment a couple of miles from Grandma Elliot's, bid my farewells, and descended into six months of hell.
I rose at 6 in the morning, worked all day, six days a week, and usually never returned home from work before 10 or 11 p.m. Sundays I was usually to tired to do anything but buy groceries, do laundry, watch t.v., and make a few phone calls.
The money was good, but this was no way to grind my youth away. Around March, I figured I'd saved up enough money to relax for a couple of months so I told my boss I was leaving. He cried. He wept. He ranted and raved. He offered me his wife and daughter, his pension fund, and the keys to his new BMW if I'd stay. Actually, he just nodded, said good luck, and made a call to human resources. Heading out into the Spring air that afternoon, I felt great.
Free at last. I hopped in my car, headed toward my apartment, and stopped at the first bar that got in my way. Twelve hours later, they called me a taxi. It took me two days to sleep off my hangover. With Friday night approaching, I called up a couple of friends from work, and we arranged to meet at a local dance club at 10 p.m.
to kick off the weekend. Friday night I decked myself out and headed for the club. Things were hopping, even for a local scene. There were plenty of good-looking women surrounding us as my friends and I settled up against the bar and began ordering drinks. Within an hour, I had danced with a young Ivy league grad on her first marketing job, a cute Filipina with earrings down to her shoulders, and a knockout redhead who'd done some temp work at my office.
All were under 25, and none got my libido ticking. After my dancefloor workout, my pal Sam and I became seriously engaged with a bottle of Bushmills whisky. Around one, as Sam and I leaned into our drinks and mumbled half-remembered jokes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Expecting to see my other pal, John, I almost lost the fine Irish whisky warming my mouth when I turned my shoulders to see Grandma Elliot in front of me!
Jesus Christ, I thought. Busted by grandma! Grandma Elliot was beaming a big smile at me and I returned it with a goofier one of my own. "Well, well," Grandma Elliot said, her hands on her hips. "Look who the waves rolled in!" I laughed and raised my glass in salute.
Grandma edged her way into the bar next to me. She looked good. She had on a tight white dress that showed off all her dangerous curves and her well-turned calves. Her shoulders were bare and you could just see the beginning of some appetizing cleavage peeking out of the top of her dress.
"Grandma," I muttered to her. "What the hell are you doing here?" She grinned. "Buy me a drink and I'll tell you," she answered, grabbing my forearm. I ordered up a whiskey sour, her favorite. "Whatsa matter," she leaned over to whisper in my ear. "You think I'm too young for this crowd?" I laughed.
She kept her mouth close to my ear and I could feel her warm, moist breath on my neck. It felt good. "Never too young to party," I answered. She laughed and sipped on her drink. We made small, boozy talk - - about my resignation, my apartment, my folks, her life. She downed another whisky sour.
"Hey, Billy," she said suddenly, turning toward me. "Let's dance." "Huh," I answered stupidly. Dancing with your grandmother in a night club? I hadn't danced with her since I was 14 and my sister got married to that loser from Chicago. "Come on," Grandma said, tugging my arm. "I'll teach you the latest moves." Who can say no to their grandmother? I let her lead me out onto the dance floor.
Some funky acid jazz number was throbbing across the floor. We danced. Grandma did have some nice moves, especially when she laced her hands behind her head and shimmied her hips in time to the music, thrusting them forward on every downbeat. Her breasts shook and jiggled as she moved. Maybe it was the booze.
Or, maybe it was the absurdity of the whole scene, its unreality. Soon I had almost forgotten it was my grandmother I was dancing with. It was just another sexy older broad, this one even sexier and hotter than any of the others. We danced for a while and then returned to the bar for more drinks. My friends were gone.
After sipping our drinks, Grandma turned toward me and ran her hands through her hair, managing to raise her tits until they pointed directly at my hungry eyes. She settled back down and reached out to take my hand in hers.
Her little hand slipped into mine and she squeezed. "Oh Billy," she said, squeezing my hand again and staring straight into my eyes. "It isn't often an old gal like me can find a good-looking younger guy like you." I felt a hot blush spread across my face and my back. I also felt my cock starting to stir in my pants. "Do you look often?" I asked her. "You wouldn't believe," she answered, wrapping her other hand around mine and squeezing firmly.
"A girl's got to have some fun sometime." I laughed. The guy next to Grandma turned away from the bar, pushing her gently against me.
Our bodies were separated only by our hands, and I felt mine pressed firmly against her belly. Grandma smiled. "I'll tell you what," Grandma whispered to me, her full lipsticked mouth only inches from mine.
"Do me a favor, will you?" I nodded, taking a sudden, involuntary breath. "Don't treat me like your grandmother," she said as she squeezed my hand again. "Treat me like your date. Can you do that?" I gulped.
"Sure," I replied, sweeping my eyes slowly from her beautiful face down across her tits and further. "Come on, date," I said with a laugh, pulling her back out on the dancefloor.
The music was loud, and fast, and full of deep, deep, sensual bass lines. We danced now like a guy and a girl who've met in a club for the first intoxicating time. I took her hands in mine and twirled her around and then moved in closer until our bodies were in full contact.
Her generous breasts were pressed against my lower chest and her hips pressed close against mine as we twisted to the music. It was incredible. Dancing to seduce my grandmother. She was loving it to. She had a big smile plastered on her lips and I could see her squeezing her eyes shut and sighing as we dipped and spun together.
Soon a slower number came on, full of strings and keyboards.
I put my grandmother's hands around my neck and circled my arms around her waist and we slowly pressed our bodies together tighter. I could feel the top of her crotch against my now thickened cock. Grandma leaned her head on my shoulder and her tits rose and fell against my chest with her quick, deep breaths.
"Oh Billy," she practically moaned into my ear. "Do you always make your dates feel this way?" I grunted in response and dropped my hands to her sweet ass. I took a full, firm ass cheek in each hand and pulled her tight, kneading and squeezing her ass as we swayed to the music. Grandma moaned and began to slowly rotate her pussy against my cock.
I groaned too and she tightened her arms around my neck, pulling herself as tight as she could against my body. "Hmmmm," she murmured in my ear. "You feel so good." I could feel my cock struggling to escape my pants.
I began panting with lust as I massaged her ass. Suddenly, I felt one of grandma's hands drop off my neck. Then, her hand squirmed its way between our clamped bodies, down across my belly, over my belt, and onto my cock.
"Ohhhhhh," I groaned. "Oh yeah. Hmmmmmm." I heard grandma catch her breath, and then she began slowly squeezing and caressing my cock through my pants. As my dick grew longer and longer, she began pressing her palm into the head of my cock, mashing it hard against my thigh. My hips began to involuntarily rotate against her. I was dry humping on the dancefloor with my grandmother.
Jesus, I thought I was going to explode in pleasure. Grandma began to stroke my cock more and more quickly, gasping in small, tight sighs as I urged my hips forward to meet her insistent hand.
The music stopped but we kept on dry humping. A quicker song came booming through the speakers and, as if the spell had been broken, we relaxed our bodies. Grandma raised her arm back to my neck, and I raised my arms to circle her waist. We pulled our upper bodies apart and gazed into each others faces. Grandma wore a slight smile and her eyes had a kind of far away gaze. Our eyes locked and her smile spread.
She was beautiful. I leaned down and our lips met. Grandma wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down, harder onto her lips. Her tongue burst into my mouth and I thrust mine into hers. I felt Grandma's teeth on my lips as she opened her mouth wide to eat my tongue. I plunged my tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth as I wrapped my arms around her back and practically lifted her off her feet with desire.
We kissed passionately and furiously as the music pulsated around us. Finally, Grandma broke our kiss and pulled her head back with a huge gasp. She was panting. "Okay," she gasped, pulling on my forearm. "Let's get out of here lover." Half stoned with lust, I let her drag me through the crowd. I drank in the sight of her shoulders and her waist and her ass as I stumbled through the club crowd. We made the front door and a blast of cool air hit me. Grandma stopped and turned around.
I squeezed her in a hug and we kissed again, as passionately and lustily as before. Again, Grandma broke the kiss and dragged me through the parking lot to her car.
Once there, she pulled her keys out of her purse and pressed them into my palm. I kissed her again, pushing her roughly against the car. As we tongued each other, I reached down and pulled her skirt up to finger her pussy. As I did, she grabbed my hand to lead me up to her panties. I flicked her panties aside and rubbed my finger against her sopping wet pussy.
"God," she moaned. "Oh God, yes." As I jammed a finger into her cunt, she moaned again. "Hmmmm," she whimpered. "Yes, baby. Ohhhhh. . .no. . wait. .no." Now, she yanked my hand out of her pussy. "Quick," she whispered hoarsely into my face, "Get in the fucking car." She moved aside and I unlocked the door.
Grandma scrambled around to the other side of the car and I slid into the driver's seat. I unlocked her door and she fairly plopped into the passenger's seat. "Drive," she said to me, her eyes gleaming. "You know the way, don't you?" Excitedly, I started the car up and put it in reverse. I could practically hear the tires squeal as I sped out of the club parking lot.
Streetlights flashed overhead as I maneuvered the car down the streets to Grandma's place. The whole time we drove, she was busy rubbing and squeezing my cock through my pants as I lifted my hips off the seat, grunting in pleasure. Grandma murmured with delight and leaned over to push her tongue into my ear. "Shit," I almost yelled, jamming on the breaks to stop at a red light. I turned to kiss grandma, and we traded tongue furiously until the guy behind us honked and I got back to the driving.
I pulled into the parking spot in front of Grandma's apartment building and turned off the engine. Grandma was still busy fondling my dick. Quickly, I unbuckled my pants and lifted my hips to pull them down and free my cock. Grandma cooed in delight and took my stiff cock into her hands. "Hmmmmm," she groaned. "That's what I like to see, a young hard cock just waiting for some attention." With that, she grabbed my cock in one hand, surfed her body up across my chest and latched her lips onto mine.
I reached down to hike up her skirt and play with her pussy. As we frigged each other, I tried to shift her body up and around, across my hips. Grandma was so wrapped up in stroking my dick that she didn't want to let go. Finally, I broke our kiss. "God," I said. "Let's go inside. I've got to fuck you." Grandma moaned and released my dick. She planted a quick kiss on my lips. "What are you waiting for stud," she said with a giggle. "Let's go." She turned and opened the door and slid out of the car.
By the time I'd gotten out of the car, she was already at the front door, unlocking it. I slammed the door and, with my dick solid as a tree limb, hobbled toward Grandma's front door.
She had slipped inside ahead of me. I didn't even bother shutting the door behind me. Instead, I made a bee line to Grandma who waited, arms raised above her head, just inside the front hallway. I wrapped my arms around her and our lips met in another electric kiss.
With her hands in my hair, Grandma pulled my mouth hard against hers and thrust her hips up at my cock. As we frantically traded tongue, I played with her ass and then moved my hands up to her fat, full breasts, squeezing them in my hand, pinching her nipples through her dress and bra.
Grandma broke our kiss to let out a loud moan and then circled one of her legs up, around my ass. I moved my lips down to smother her neck with hot, wet kisses. I felt Grandma reach down to unbuckle me and seconds later my pants dropped. "Oh Billy," Grandma purred. "That's it lover boy. Hmmmmm." She reached into my boxers and yanked my cock out. Grandma's hands worked themselves feverishly up and down my cock as she groaned and grunted in pleasure.
I gripped the bottom of her dress and yanked it up, over her ass and hips. Then, I scrabbled to pull her panties down to her thighs. Soon, I had her bare ass flesh in my hand and it felt good. I kneaded and massaged her fine, full cheeks as she continued to pull on my rock hard cock. "Now, Billy," Grandma groaned. "Come on baby, fuck me." I dipped my hips down as Grandma maneuvered my cock against her pussy lips.
Meanhwile, I pulled down the top of Granny's dress to unleash her two huge, swelling melons. She squealed as I latched my energetic mouth and tongue onto on of her nipples.
As she pulled on my cock, I started to slowly force my way into her, an inch at a time. Grandma practically shrieked as first one, then two inches of my thick cock traveled slowly up her tight, wet pussy. She let go of my prick and grabbed onto my ass, trying to push me deeper.
"Hold on, Grandma," I moaned as her breast popped out of my mouth. "Sloooow. .let me put my cock in slowly." "No, baby," Grandma grunted. "Fuck me now. Come on Billy. Stuff that monster into your grandmother. Fuck me now baby." With that, I groaned and thrust my full, hard eight inches into her pussy until our pubes met. Grandma sighed and clenched my ass cheeks. Then, I could feel her wriggling her body all over my cock. Slowly, I began pulling my cock in and out of my Grandmother, my elbows braced against the wall behind her.
"Hmmmmffff," Grandma grunted. "Mmmmm. . .yeah baby. . oh yes. .yes Billy. . .yes baby. . .that's the way to fuck Grandma . .ohhhhh." After that, we both stopped talking and got down to business. I began ramming my cock in and out of Granny, practically slamming her back and forth against the wall. Granny pulled my head down between her tits and pushed her tits up and down against my face in time to our fucking rhythm. I felt myself getting ready to unload and as I worked in a frenzy to reach climax, Grandma began beating her hands against my back.
"Oh yes," Granny screeched in jerky time to our fucking. "That's. . that's it. . .uh. . huh.
. . .uh. . huh. . .oh. . .ohhhhhhhh." As she came, Grandma pulled my hair and began gently smacking my head against her tits. I felt the cum boiling up my cock and wrapped my arms around Granny's waist, pulling her up and away from the wall. Then, with a shout, I shot my load in a huge, never ending blast, as if my whole dick had exploded deep inside Grandma's hot, hungry cunt.
I muffled my groans of pleasure by digging my head deep into Granny's warm, sweaty tits. As my climax peaked, I picked Grandma up off the floor and squeezed her body hard against my groin, trying to grind out a few more seconds of pleasure. Grandma wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tightly. We stood there clenched together until our mutual orgasm seemed to wash upward from our hips over our chests and to the tips of our hairs.
My legs quivered with the last final jerks of my cock. Grandma exhaled deeply and I slowly released my grip, setting her back down on the floor. Immediately, she glued her lips to mine and our tongues wriggled together.
We stood there tonguing each other, our bodies pressed tightly together, until Grandma broke the kiss. "Oh god," she sighed. "That was good. . .really good." I smiled, panting and face flushed. "Oh Billy," Grandma smiled. "You really know how to fuck." I grinned, and Grandma hugged me again.
"Hmmmmm," she whispered in my ear. "If I'd known my grandson could fuck like that, I never would have let you move out on me." I smiled and ran my hands down her back, over her ass. Then, still smiling, I picked her up in my arms. Our lips met again, and I carried Grandma, like a groom carrying his bride, to her bedroom.