He keeps up a steady rhythmic humping and somehow doesn’t explode right away. It is a miracle he doesn’t climax immediately considering the sensory overload Grandma is putting him through. I can tell by his grunting and breathing that he is close, but he apparently doesn’t want it to end, so he holds on and steadily continues to pump away on Grandma’s pussy. He is sweating profusely, but it looks like he never wants it to stop fucking her.
Grandma is pinching and pulling her nipples as he moves his cock in and out. She is rolling her hard nipples in her fingertips and looking into his eyes as she milks his thick black shaft with her tight pussy. I stand spellbound watching her biting her lip, and both of them moaning melodiously. He casually reaches up to touch her breasts himself, and as the rhythm between them intensifies, she pulls him down to kiss his mouth before whispering into his ear: “You feel incredible inside me, Chester. Keep fucking me until I faint again.”
Her words almost make him erupt inside her, but somehow, he manages to hold on longer. But now it seems that she can’t hold onto to her own orgasm. Chester seems to recognize the signs of her approaching orgasm, and soon enough she is getting there. Locked together with Chester on top, the two of them seem to be trying to push themselves together, to achieve as much contact as is humanly possible. Their lips are pressed together, her breasts squashed against his chest and as he grinds his cock into her, he places his hands on her smooth butt to pull himself as far into her as possible to maximize the sensations of his cock moving inside her exquisite pussy.
Grandma is shaking and almost crying by the time she hit the peak of her climax, and if she is feeling anything like the sensations I am feeling, I can understand why. I am almost to the point of Cumming in my own pants. As she yelps and shudders, her vagina tightens around his shiny shaft, and his climax is brewing at the very base of his cock. A few moments later he lets himself go, allowing his sperm to burst forth inside her. His hot cum is bursting forth to spurt into Grandma’s eager pussy. She is hyperventilating and squealing with delight.
Just as Grandma is coming down from her orgasm, she locks eyes with me. She looks stunned at first, then panicky, and possibly embarrassed. I back out the door and run as fast as I can back to the barn. Grandma apparently didn’t tell Chester I had seen them. When Chester meets me later in the barn he never mentions it nor does he act as though he knows I saw them. My Grandma either didn’t tell him, or he is a damn good actor.
That night at dinner Grandma doesn’t say a word about the incident. She does, however, glance at my crotch several times when she thinks I am not looking. I try to fight the urge, but I get an erection that throbs uncontrollably in my pants. I start looking at Grandma in a whole different light. I had never viewed her as anything other than Grandma, but I now I see her as an older woman that loves the feel of a hard cock in her pussy. I try to erase the memory of her pulling Chester’s cock into her hot pussy with her heels locked behind his thighs. What’s worse is that the picture keeps changing and I am seeing ME slamming MY cock into her while she screams with pleasure. I have to excuse my self from the table and go to my room where I masturbate to the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had. I shower then fall fast to sleep. I wake up several times during the night and jack off to the visions of Grandma and me doing things a Grandma and Grandson should never do.
For the next two weeks, I find myself looking lustfully at Grandma every time I think she isn’t aware of my gawking. However, she always catches me. Sometimes she will smile, and other times she will wink at me. A couple of mornings she’s leaned toward me in such a way I get a glimpse of her bare tits when her robe falls open. She pretends not to notice me eyeballing, but I think she is counting on me to look.
Sunday morning when everyone is at church and Grandma is in the kitchen preparing her usual Sunday buffet, I wander into the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee. I start toward the patio with my coffee, but she asks me to stay and keep her company. I take a seat at the kitchen table where I had observed her enjoying Chester’s cock that morning three weeks ago. I sit quietly and admire the roundness of her firm 58-year-old butt. She is wearing black Pilates pants that hug all the curves of her firm ass. I slip away into a daydream which has me lowering those pants and sliding my hard cock between her well-defined thighs.
She abruptly shakes me out of my daydream when she says, “What do you find so fascinating about my ass, Johnny?”
“Huh…what? I’m not, uh…Grandma what are you saying,” I stammer.
“Just relax, Johnny. It’s no big deal. I’m used to men lusting over me”, she smiled.
I don’t know if I was more embarrassed for getting caught looking at her body or if I was embarrassed at the erotic thoughts I was having about her. I had no idea Grandma knew what I was thinking. I had been so careful not to stare at her tits and sexy ass while I thought these incestuous things about her.
“Grandma, I…I…I’m not looking at you like that. You are my Grandma, and that would be incest if we did anything like that”, I whined.
“Johnny, I’m old enough to know when a man wants to drag me into his bed.”
“No…no, you’re wrong Grandma. I would never be doing anything like that to you.”
“Johnny, you don’t have to deny your feelings. It okay for you to have sexual desires. You are growing into a man, and a man needs the sexual relief a woman can give him.”
“Grandma, it’s against the law to do the things with a blood relative that I think about doing with you. It’s wrong, and I shouldn’t be thinking things like that about you.”
“It’s okay, Johnny. I have been having the same thoughts about you ever since you saw me having sex with Chester. And if you ever want to follow up on those feelings just let me know I will make myself available.”
“What about Grandpa? I’m not sure he would want to share you with me.”
“Don’t you worry about Grandpa. He gets all the sex he can handle from me. I’m the one who can’t seem to get enough sex to meet my needs. Ever since my first time in the barn with one of my brothers, I knew I couldn’t live without a hard cock in my pussy every day. Look at it this way, you would be helping Grandpa out by reducing my demands on him.”
“How would this work? I couldn’t have sex with you while Grandpa is in the house. I would be scared to death that he would catch us and then think differently of me.”
“Grandpa is going to the Regional Farmer’s Convention in St. Louis tomorrow, and he will be gone for the whole week. Just knock on my bedroom door any night this week, and we will talk about it and see how it goes. I won’t put any pressure on you. If you decide not to do it, I will understand.”
I knocked softly on Grandma’s bedroom door and waited, then quietly stepped inside the room as she opened the door. Stepping inside my eyes adjusted to the half-light of the small bedside lamp. When I saw my Grandma Hazel standing by the foot of the large king bed my cock twitched. This time she was dressed entirely different from before. Gone was the bathrobe, in its place was an almost sheer soft blue teddy that accentuated her every curve. It ended right at the curve of her ass cheeks as she turned to face me. My eyes immediately dropped to the dark areoles that were clearly evident through the thin cloth.