Zoe sat staring at the white haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon and once again Zoe’s parents had dumped her off at her grandmother’s house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside. Usually Zoe would protest finding her Grandmothers small suburban house boring but lately
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
Ever since I saw her at the supermarket that first time I knew I had to have her. She was just my type. But I knew there was no way she would ever give herself to a young man like me. She was at least twice my age probably in her late 50’s. Some people
I was on my second pina colada, sitting at a table with four other girls from my dorm floor. Usual Friday night, hanging out at the local college meat market. Tallahassee is a big college town, and weekends are made for parties. This was back in the early eighties in the fall, when being twenty
My Grandma, Hazel La Forge was a farm girl who grew up in New Madrid County, a small farming community in the southeast Missouri bootheel. The family farm was just over 2000 acres of prime fertile land bordering the banks of the Mississippi River. The property was flat and easy to plow. Each harvest was
By the time I arrived at the home of my grandmother in Chicago, I had convinced myself that this would be the most boring and wasted weekend I had ever spent. My parents had moved away from the city years before, when I was in junior high. We visited my grandparents regularly in the years
I knew it was wrong. I don’t trust anyone who ever says otherwise. People don’t really lose their head and become overwhelmed by lust and lose control. We all know exactly what we’re doing. And we make a decision to do bad things, even when we know we’re crossing a line. It’s not that we
I’m a 23 year old guy that is just a pervert. This all started when I moved into a neighborhood that had mostly older people. I have never had sex with a mature women a lot older then me before. Most of my sexual experiences where always with girls around my age, except one. When
“Jerry, grandma is coming to stay with us,” Teri informed her 19-year-old son at dinner that evening. “She hasn’t visited us in a while,” Jerry replied. “She’s not coming to visit, Jerry, she’s coming to live with us,” Teri explained, inwardly wincing as she saw the look on her son’s face. “But why?” Jerry asked.
Before last night it had been three or four weeks. Last night he was really horny. He fucked me for almost three full hours and his cock felt like a steel rod. No wonder he left me so sore And I lost count of how many times he and I came. All I know is
My room was next to the bathroom and long ago as my curiosity grew about what the other sex looked like in particular my grandmother and mother who were the only other two in the house besides me and the only women I had a lot of contact with looked like beneath their clothes I
First, let me own up. I am a mature man, yet ever since I was young and saw a gorgeous mature buxom lady wearing a girdle and fucking a guy on top, I have maintained a fetish to for plump mature women with big floppy tits wearing open crotch girdles and no underwear …oh yes,
‘Yes,’ Gramma answered, ‘But not now.’ She took my cock in her hand and slowly stroked it. ‘Right now, I want you cum on it. Not in it.’ She pulled me closer and rubbed her clitoris with the tip of my prick. ‘I want to feel your hot cum spurting on my clit and running
I met Roger sometime in the sixties. We grew into the very interesting seventies. When least expected, we were best buddies. Roger is some 3 years older than myself, so besides being a great friend, he was some sort of teacher. Roger and me shared the first woman, and of course, Roger was there when
Jeff, arriving home from school, found Isabel napping on the couch in the Family Room. Without waking her, he sat down to open the mail in the large over-stuffed chair nearby, affording him a view of his Grandmother’s thighs and the entrapped panties in the narrow crease between the opulent twin mounds of her bottom.