I was very young, and my
grandparents raised me. Since I never knew my parents,
I thought of my grandparents as my mother and father,
though they made it plain to me, early in life, who my
parents really were. We had a happy life, really.
Suddenly, something seemed wrong between Grandma and
Grandpa. I didn’t know what, exactly, had happened
between the two of them. I knew that suddenly, they
stopped talking at the breakfast table. I knew, too,
that something was wrong, though what it was, I had no
idea. There was something, some event, or series of
events, that happened, but they never did share with me
exactly what it was.
But, after my grandfather left my grandmother, she was
rather subdued and kind of distant for a time. It was
quite a change that I saw in her. Always happy and
talkative, she suddenly became quiet. There was a look
of anguish on her face after Grandpa left.
She got a legal divorce, and he didn’t even respond,
having moved to another state. The divorce went through,
and Grandma seemed to be a little happier about it, even
beginning to smile again. I guess when it was finalized;
there was some sort of symbolic, perhaps mental end to
it that made her feel a little better. Maybe it was the
cathartic experience of seeing the final divorce in
print, on paper, signed by a judge.
Still, after two years had passed, she didn’t date
anyone, or even mention anything about another man in
her life. I began to wonder what she did for sex. I knew
that my grandmother was a very sexual person, though I
had no idea exactly how sexual and sensual she really
was, until I found out from personal experience.
I couldn’t imagine anyone being hotter than my
grandmother, though. It just didn’t seem possible to me
that my grandfather would leave my grandmother for
someone else.
I figured that she must have been playing with herself
or something. I began to wonder if she used a vibrator,
one of those long, plastic, penis-shaped, battery-
operated buzzing things I had seen in magazines.
I tried to envision her lying in her bed with a vibrator
in her pussy, writhing around on her bed, and then, my
thoughts turned to wondering what it would look like
with her in bed, her fingers sticking in her pussy,
moving in and out. The vision I brought up in my head
began to breathe with a life of its own.
I jacked off a dozen times, thinking of her playing with
her hot, wet, hairy pussy. I lay in bed every night,
bringing up visions of what she must look like playing
with herself, with her fingers moving in and out of her
big, hairy snatch. I wanted to see what she looked like,
lying there, her fingers plunging in and out of her
cunt.
The thought of her fingering her pussy always made my
cock rock hard. I wanted to see what she did, and I
noticed that just being close to her in the house made
my cock jerk up, especially if she bent over or
something like that. A couple of times, I saw her in her
bathrobe, the terry cloth riding up on her thighs.
Or, I would see her in the kitchen wearing shorts, her
trim legs and buttocks tightening as she bent over. The
way the material stretched across her buttocks turned me
on. When that happened, I ad to run up to my room and
beat off furiously, just to get rid of the throbbing,
aching hard on it always gave me.
I didn’t know what was coming over me, what had made my
mind suddenly turn to sexual thoughts about my
grandmother. Just watching Grandma around the house
would give me a rock-hard erection. Just the thought of
her, even if she were away from the house shopping or at
a doctor’s appointment, would give me a hard on.
I decided to hide in her closet. It was a simple, easy
thing to do. I went into her room as soon as I heard her
shower running, and I opened her closet door, stepped
inside, and pulled it closed gently, till there was just
a crack through which I could look. I stripped, standing
there with my shorts around my knees. Then, she came out
of the bathroom.
I watched her, stroking my hard dick, as she came out of
her bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped around her
body. I had left the closet door open just a crack, and
I opened it just a little more. My shorts were down to
my knees, and I fondled my balls with one hand while
stroking my cock with the other.
As she stood beside the bed and tossed the towel on the
back of a chair, I nearly came. I had to stop stroking
my boner and let it painfully just stick up and throb,
leaving a little drop of precum on my navel. Just seeing
her smooth ass made me nearly cum without touching
myself at all.
I could hear my heartbeat, could hear my heart pounding
in my chest. My breathing was raspy and rapid. I
wondered if it was possible that my grandmother knew
that I was there, peeking on her like a total pervert.
I was ashamed, but so totally engrossed, that the shame
was far outweighed by my desire to get my eyes full of
my grandmother. There wasn’t anything on the face of the
earth that could have pulled me away from watching her,
at that moment. And, what a show it was!
Her tits were gorgeous, and her light brown pussy hairs
were the same light brown as the hair on her head. It
made a perfect, V-shaped triangle above her pussy, and
her pussy had copious quantities of hair trailing down
both sides of her thick pussy lips.
Her shape was perfect. Her stomach was flat, her ass
round and smooth. I had no idea that my grandmother
looked so sexy naked. I had thought that she might sag
here and there, especially her tits, but I was wrong.
There was no sag anywhere. She could have been a
centerfold model, as far as I was concerned. She was
that good. She was more than that good. She was awesome.
She glanced around the room, as if looking for
something. She walked around the room, giving me great
views of her ass and pussy as she bent over and opened a
bureau drawer. I wondered for a few moments if she was
doing it on purpose. It was as if she knew, somehow,
that I was watching her, in the closet spying on her,
and jacking off while doing so.
She took out a pair of lacy panties and tossed them on
the bed. Then, she opened another drawer, her legs
spread wide. I could see her pussy lips, open and moist.
She took a bra out of the drawer and tossed it on the
bed.
Then, before I had a chance to hide in the depths of the
closet, she turned toward me, and walked right over and
opened the closet door.
She put her hand over her mouth as she opened the door,
as if about to scream. I could hear her sudden intake of
breath, and I began to try to pull my shorts up. But,
she didn’t scream. She pulled her hand away from her
mouth, and there was a smile there, rather than a look
of horror. I couldn’t figure out if it was relief from
realizing that I wasn’t a burglar, or if she was
laughing at my cock. I had no idea what was in her mind.
I thought she was going to cover herself with her hands,
but she didn’t. She stood there, a smile on her lips as
she watched me trying to pull my shorts up to cover my
throbbing, aching hard on. I could feel my face redden,
and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I was scared
shitless, so to speak. Ashamed, fearful, and shaking
like hell, I stood there, my grandmother staring at my
naked body as I stared at hers.
“Well, what have we here?” she said at long last.
There was a smile on her face, and I knew that she knew
what we had here. She had caught me, red handed, my cock
sticking up in the air, throbbing, watching her walk
naked around her room. There was no explanation to be
had. I couldn’t claim it was an accident.
“Sorry, Grandma, I’m sorry,” I said, tugging at my
shorts again. I could feel my heart pounding in my
chest, and I could feel the heat on my cheeks as I stood
there, fumbling with my clothes. I realized what a
guilty fucker I was. There was no way around it. I was
embarrassed, ashamed, terrified, and thrilled, all at
once.
“You wanted to see me naked, huh?” The question kind of
startled me. She didn’t seem made at all. In fact, she
was smiling.
I nodded. “I’m sorry, Grandma,” I said again. “Please
don’t be mad, Grandma, I just wanted to see you, you
know?”
“I know,” she said, her voice soft and tender, not angry
at all. “Why would I be mad if some really hot guys
wants to look at me?” She was still smiling, and she
didn’t cover her tits or her pussy with her hands, like
I expected her to do. She stood there, watching me as my
eyes still roved over her hot body. Looking at her hot,
hairy bush was a thrill I couldn’t believe. She had a
lot of hair there, a virtual thicket of curly hairs
poking out in all directions.
I stopped tugging at my shorts. She was smiling at me,
looking at my throbbing hard cock, actually licking her
lips.
“You don’t mind?” I asked. “You’re not mad, Grandma?” My
voice sounded tiny and distant to me.
“I kinda like the idea. I had no idea you felt that way.
Here,” she said, reaching out and taking my hand, “you
can even touch me, if you like.” She put my shaking hand
on her firm, round breast. I could feel her erect nipple
beneath my palm. I’d never touched an erect nipple
before. The feeling of it was something totally new and
intensely erotic to me.
Her nipple was hard and deep red. I moved my hand away,
looking at it, then moved my hand back, running my thumb
across the nipple, feeling its hardness.
“Oh wow,” I said. “Grandma, that’s so sexy,” I murmured.
Her tits were cold, probably from stepping out of the
shower. I reached out with my other hand and felt of the
other tit. Firm and round, it was perfectly shaped. I
didn’t know what to do. I ran my thumb over her other
nipple, glancing down at her hairy bush. I stood there,
my hard cock sticking straight up in the air, my shorts
still at my knees.
“You need to take those shorts off,” she said.
She reached over and hooked her fingers in the band of
my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles, my cock
poking her in the chin as she bent over. I gasped.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” she asked. “Then,” she said
with a smile, “you’ll probably love this!”
She grabbed my dick at the base and guided it toward her
mouth. Suddenly, the warm, moist lips of my grandmother
engulfed the head of my cock. I stood there, fascinated
by the feeling of her mouth around my cock as she took
it all the way into her mouth. I could feel it hit the
back of her throat, and her lips were pressing against
my balls.
I had never expected this, never expected to look down
and see my grandmother’s mouth on my cock. Her tongue
was working magic on the shaft of my cock as she moved
it around and around inside her mouth. Looking down at
her, her cheeks caved in as she built up a suction,
almost made me cum.
She pulled her mouth away from my cock and took me by
the hand, leading me to her bed. “Lay down,” she said.
I lay on the bed, and she just jumped right on top of
me, spreading her legs wide as she flipped around. All I
could see was her hairy cunt right above my face. I had
never seen a pussy close up like that, spread open wide,
right above my face.
Then, I could feel her hot lips on my balls, and then
her tongue, licking them as she hefted them with one
hand. She sucked one of my balls into her mouth gently,
and I felt her tongue moving around and around on the
skin of my ball-sac.
Looking up, I could see her pussy lips just inches from
my face, and I stuck out my tongue and ran it down one
side of her pussy lips, then the other. Her pussy was
wet, and I could see her inner lips poking out,
glistening red and moist.
The hair against my tongue really turned me on. The
smooth skin, and the fresh, clean smell of her cunt were
just too much. The sudden turn of events was just too
much for me. I felt my balls tighten and the muscles in
the pit of my stomach spasm as I felt her take my hard,
throbbing cock into her mouth, and I moaned as I came
deep at the back of her throat. My breath blew against
her pussy hairs, and the ones that weren’t wet blew
around like little trees in a hurricane.
I darted my tongue in and out of her quickly, as I came,
loading her mouth with my hot cum. I felt her legs
tighten and jerk as I moved my tongue in and out of her.
I had never experienced a taste or a sensation like
that, every in my life. I knew she was going to cum
soon. Her stomach muscles seemed to tighten, and her hot
breath around my cock and balls was becoming rapid.
I could see her ass hole right above her pussy, and I
took my tongue out of her cunt and ran it along the
ridge of her ass hole. Her ass hole tightened as I
touched it with my tongue. I didn’t know what to expect,
what sort of response that would bring, but I loved the
sight of her slightly hairy little rosebud ass hole
right above me. I stuck my tongue right in the center of
the rosebud and pushed in lightly.
“Oh, my God!” she cried. “Benny! Benny!” She writhed and
moaned, and by the jerks and twists of her body, I knew
that she had cum, at along last. It was like her entire
body felt something all over it, like every muscle in
her body tightened and relaxed repeatedly. It really
made me feel good, knowing that I had made my
grandmother cum.
She didn’t stop, didn’t even rest. I thought that we
might stop and rest for a minute, or that we were done
with what we were doing. I thought that maybe, we might
stop and stretch and get a drink of water. I was wrong.
She flipped herself around, straddling my mid-section,
and she put her hot, wet cunt right on my throbbing
cock, which was still rock-hard. I felt it slide into
her cunt, and the warm, wet recesses of her pussy
surrounded it.
She slammed herself down on my cock, and I could feel my
cock buried in her, all the way to my balls. I didn’t
know a pussy could be so hot, so smooth, so moist, and
so tight, all at the same time.
“Fuck me, Benny,” she said. “Fuck me really good and
hard. What a cock, what a hard cock you have,” she said.
“Benny, fuck me!” I thought that it was a strange thing
to say, since she was the one on top of me, controlling
my cock buried deep inside her.
She began bouncing up and down on me, her tits bouncing
with every movement of her body. I loved the look of her
tits moving up and down, and I reached up and tweaked
her nipples gently as she moved faster and faster up and
down on my cock.
“Oh, Grandma!” I said. That was all I could say. I
wanted to tell her how I felt, but a conversation at
that point was actually impossible. I was too engrossed
in the sex of it, in pumping my cock in and out of her.
I began thrusting upward, meeting her strokes with mine,
feeling my cock engulfed by the hungry cunt of my
grandmother.
She moved up and down on me, faster and faster, her tits
bouncing in my face. I moved my hands away from her tits
as I grabbed her by the ass, and began pulling her
toward me as I stroked upward.
I could feel the point of no return coming on, and I
knew I was going to cum again, and really soon, too. I
could feel my legs begin to jerk, and that familiar
sensation of my muscles tightening in the pit of my
stomach.
“Cum inside me,” she said, breathlessly. “Cum inside me,
I wanna feel your hot cum shoot inside me, Benny.”
I continued thrusting upward, slamming her cunt down on
my hard cock. Then, pleasure spread throughout my body
as I shot my load of cum into my grandmother’s hot,
hairy pussy, my balls tightening against her ass hole.
“Oh, Benny, yes!” she said. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
She began to jerk and moan, her body suddenly taken over
by severe, muscle-jerking spasms, and I knew that she
had cum again, too. Seeing her cum that way, knowing
that I was the cause of it, really thrilled me to no
end. It made me feel manly, somehow, to know that I was
the cause of her orgasm. But, her moans, her loud moans,
was what it was really all about, like her giving voice
to the deepest, most sexual feeling inside of her. I
didn’t know that my grandmother could moan so loudly,
and I wondered, just briefly, why I had never heard her
and my grandfather fucking, if she made such loud moans
as she did now.
Sweating, she pulled off me and lay beside me for a
little while. I could believe that my grandmother was so
hot, so willing. She was like a wild woman, it seemed to
me. I had never seen her behave this way, ever.
She had a knockout body, with giant, red nipples on her
firm, round tits. She was a sight, a sexy sight, to
behold. Here, I had thought that she was going to be mad
at me for peeking on her. Shit, I had been totally,
completely wrong about that. I was glad she had caught
me, dick in the air, like she had.
“Grandma, you’re amazing,” I said. “You’re not mad?”
“More amazed than amazing,” she said. “I can’t believe
that someone your age would find me attractive.”
“Grandma, you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” I
said with a smile.
She laughed. “I wondered how long it was going to take
you to notice the fact that I needed some hot loving,”
she said with a smile.
I bent and kissed her nipples, running my tongue over
each one, carefully, slowly. Yes, I thought, my
grandmother was, indeed, the hottest woman I’d ever
seen.