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I have a confession to make. If you read this, please don't think I'm some kind of freak or something, ok? I'm in love with my grandmother, and I know it's wrong- I watch Jerry Springer, and I know the whole social 'taboo' angle. There's no way I can rationale how I feel, I just want to say that it happened, and I'm dealing with it as best I can.
I'll admit that my grandma, still has a killer body and some to die for legs. People always misgauge her age because she looks younger than she really is. At 76, she looks like she's 49, and not a day older! She's always been a health nut- long before the craze hit mainstream america, she was always shopping at places that sold healthier organic foods- she even had her own garden while granddad was still alive.
My grandfather passed on two years ago, and since then- I can understand how much my grandmother misses him.
Yet, she's remained the light of my life, I mean- don't get me wrong, I love my parents.....but with my nana- we talk about everything. She was the first person to know when I lost my virginity, she's still the only person who knows I lied about why I flunked out of college (it was over a girl), and she's never once judged me or made me feel like a damn fool. She talks to me calmly and rationally, we can laugh and share jokes about a lot of stuff, out of all her grandkids- she openly admits I'm her favorite. I never knew how much of a favorite I was to her, until the day it happened.
My mom and I were packing up some of granddad's things to auction off on E-Bay, mainly because my grandma couldn't bear looking at all of his stuff around the house any more. I was up in the attic collecting things of his, and my mom was down in the basement picking through his things down there.
While we were doing this, grandma was at the gym with a few of the ladies from her book club, and she'd already told us that it would probably be later on in the day when she returned home.
That was fine by me, I mean- I always go over there and laze about anyways, but after my mom and I got through packing up a few boxes, I decided that I wanted to surprise my grandma and cut the yard for her, so I told my mom I'd stay over there and then I'd drive by the house on my way to my own apartment. My mom didn't see a problem with this, so she went ahead and left and took the boxes with her; I went around to the garage and got my grandad's lawn tractor out so I could get the grass cut in record time.
One of his old straw hats and an old pair of gloves were sitting beside the tractor, so I threw them on, hopped on the tractor and went to work cutting the grass.
Well, I suffer from allergies due to grass cutting quite heavily; I'll sneeze for hours anytime I'm around fresh cut grass and that's no joke. So when I got through cutting the grass, since I was already sneezing up a storm- I ran down to my car and got out the jogging suit I keep back there for emergency purposes. I went in the house to take a shower, and since my grandma wasn't there- I knew I'd have the place to myself for a while anyway.
When I finished, I wrapped one of her great big pink and white towels around my waist, walked down to the kitchen, and got myself a huge glass of iced tea, then I plopped down on the couch and cut on the TV. I was watching Maury when I realized that I heard a car in the driveway, so I got up and looked out the window; it was my grandma- home earlier than I'd expected. I realized that I was just wrapped in one of her favorite towels with no underwear on on anything, so I dashed upstairs and rummaged through old of my grandad's dresser drawers, but my mom had already taken ALL of his clothing, so that meant I was out of luck.
I went back downstairs to greet my grandma and plus, I'd left the jogging suit on the couch- so I knew I'd have to grab it too. Just as I walked through the kitchen, my grandma started laughing and I turned around and she walked up to me and gave me a hug.
"It's my favorite grandbaby," she said. "How are you doing?"
I smiled, told her I was fine- then I told her I that I had cut the grass for her. My grandma smiled at me and told me that she appreciated the gesture, then said that she'd have to think of something extra special to cook for me. She swatted me on the butt and told me to go put on some clothes, but I just grinned and said that I didn't have any clean underwear to put on.
"Where are your dirty clothes?" she asked.
I told her they were upstairs, so she told me to go put them in the washing machine and she'd wash them for me. Since I'm mindful of my elders, I did as she asked and collected my things and left them in the laundry room. Then I went to the kitchen because I heard her call me.
"Yes maam?" I replied, as I walked into the kitchen. My grandma was at the kitchen counter, making a sandwich, she turned and looked at me- towel and all, and while trying to supress her laughter, asked me if I wanted a sandwich.
"Yeah," I said. "I'll take one, but can I use the mild cheddar cheese you brought from the store instead of the one right here on the counter?"
She said I could, so I told her that if she'd leave the knife out- then I'd slice my own cheese for my sandwich and make it myself.
I was putting my sandwich together, and was right in the process of slicing a very thin piece of cheese when I cut my finger and promptly dropped the knife on the floor. I stooped down to pick it up, and tossed it into the kitchen sink, then I turned my attention to my finger. It wasn't a bad cut, there was some blood- but it was already beginning to clot. Grandma was sitting at the table, and she looked up when I tossed the knife in the sink.
"What's wrong, baby?" she asked me, with a touch of concern.
I held up my finger. "I accidentally cut myself- it ain't bad though, it hardly even hurts, really."
As a kid, whenever I fell and hurt myself- my grandma would walk over to me and kiss the injured spot. She hadn't done that kind of thing in years, but today- she got up from her seat, walked over to me, took my finger and held it up to her lips and kissed it very gently.
I still have no idea why it happened, but I felt my cock tighten up just as she did it. I looked at my grandma, and at first, I was very ashamed of how my body had behaved. She looked at me and asked me if it felt better, and yet- all I could think was about how that one small kiss had opened up a literal door in my mind.
"Yeah, um- it feels better, thank you," I said, and kinda pulled my finger out of her grasp a little bit.
"Wait," she said. "You better put some some alcohol on this cut so it doesn't get infected."
I mumbled something under my breath, and my grandma looked at me.
"Say what?" she asked. I shook my head quickly.
"Nothing. I didn't say nothing."
I went over to the small cabinet where my grandma kept the medical stuff and pulled out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a bandage. Just as I pulled the top of of the bottle, she pushed me out of the way and grabbed my hand a little forcefully.
"Boy, I can do it- I used to take care of you." She told me.
"C'mon, it's not like I don't know how to put on a bandage," I objected. My objection was quickly overruled by her.
As my grandma slowly disinfected my finger, I casually looked her over. As I said, for her age, she still was quite small and very fit. She'd taken her workout jacket off and placed it on a chair, so all she was wearing now was a white workout bra and the black pants that went with the jacket, and some Nike endurance tennis shoes. Her slightly greying hair was pushed back into a ponytail, and her hands were still small and delicate.
That small, urging feeling came back again, and I felt the head of my cock pushing against the towel again, but it was a little more urgent this time.
I casually brushed it off, and as she continued her work, I grimaced a bit when she applied the peroxide to my finger. It was a subconcious thing, but she chided me for it anyway.
"Boy, that didn't hurt you. I barely even touched you with the cotton swab." She chuckled. "Here, let me kiss it again- maybe that'll make it better."
Her lips touched the skin on my finger, and for a moment there- I could've sworn there was some kind of energy displacement. The same feeling hit me again, and began to die down as her lips broke contact.
"Well, at least it feels better." I said, which made her smile.
"Did that make it feel better?" She asked, and I nodded.
"Yes maam, it feels better. But could you kiss it one more time so that it'll feel better all day?" I asked.
My grandma looked at me, and then without saying anything- took my finger and began kissing it slowly and softly. It was almost as if she was kissing someone on the lips. Her eyes were closed, and as I stood there- the passionate way that she was treating my finger began to get the better of me. My cock was almost standing at full attention now- I was praying that she wouldn't look down and have a heart attack right there in the kitchen!
To my surprise, when my grandma opened her eyes- she looked at me, and I was backed up against the counter and she was almost standing directly in front of me. She slowly released my finger, and as my hand dropped to my side- her attention was caught by the sight of the towel hiding my blood engorged member as best as it could, and failing the task in every possible way.
"Baby, please tell me that your manhood hasn't been like that the whole time." She told me.
"Um- only when you kissed my finger.....," I told her.
My grandma looked at me, then looked down at the towel again. Then she took her hand and pulled the towel away from my waist really quickly- allowing my cock to get some air.
I didn't know what to think or do. I was butt naked now, with my grandma holding her towel in her hand- and me, leaning against the kitchen counter with my cock at full rise. I just stood there, and listened as my grandma gave me a glance over almost as casual as the one I'd given her earlier. After a long silence, she spoke.
"You know I'm your nana and I love you, right?" She asked.
"Yes maam." I replied.
"Do you believe I would do anything to hurt you?"
"Then if I ask you to do something, will you be a good boy and do it?"
My grandma slowly took her finger and ran it along the shaft of my cock, then she looked at me.
"I want you to go in there and get on the couch and wait for me. I won't be gone long, but I just want you to wait, ok? She ordered.
I shook my head. "Yes maam."
My grandma walked out of the kitchen and I heard her going up the stairs to her bedroom. I did as she had asked me to do, and sat on the couch in the family room. The TV was still on, so I cut it off.
After thirty or so minutes, I heard footsteps on the stairs again; when I looked up, my grandma was standing at the door of the family room in a very sexy, see through white babydoll lingerie set with white heels that fit her feet perfectly. As my brain realized what she was wearing and how absolutely gorgeous she looked in it, I realized at that moment just how hot my grandma was and that I wanted to literally make love to her. She'd even let her hair down, and it made her look even sexier.
My grandma walked over to me, and stood in front of me silently- then without a word, she began turning in place very slowly to make sure that I got an eyeful. I reached out to pull her to me, and she lightly tapped my hand away.
"No, not yet." She chided me. "You'll eat your dinner first, then you can have your desert. Isn't that what I taught you?"
"Yes maam." I said.
My grandma sat down beside me on the couch and crossed her legs. Then she took my hand, and placed it on her erect breasts. As she let me carress her nipples through the sheer fabric, she looked at me.
"Do you like what I'm wearing?"
I nodded. Yes maam."
"Do you want to know what a real woman feels like, and not some silly girl- like the ones you tell me about?"
I took offense to that one.
"I know what a real woman feels like!" I told her. To my surprise, my grandma burst out laughing, then regained her composure.
"Baby, you really think those silly girls you tell me about are real women? They don't know anything about sex or love."
For the entire time we'd been talking- my cock had never gone down. My grandma slowly took him in her hand and began jerking me off, very softly, delicately. As the feeling began to hit me, I sank back into the couch and began breathing as solwly as I could- I didn't want to ruin the moment by cumming prematurely.
Grandma understood. With the tips of her fingers, she began tickling my balls and then gripped them firmly with her left hand as her right hand continued to jerk me off. It felt so good, and then she leaned over and began kissing me on my lips right as I stared moaning about how damn good her hands felt.
She kissed me for an unknown amount of time, then she pulled back again and stopped jerking me off. A thin and steady dribble of precum was running down the side of my cock and onto her hand. My grandma leaned down, and licked all of it off of her hand while our eyes were locked on each other. Then she began jacking me off again, and my cock tightened up even more.
She knew she had me, I was her good little boy; her favorite grandchild all over again.
Grandma stood up from the couch and continued looking at me as she began to pull off the white panties she'd been wearing under the babydoll. I was greeted with the sight of a patch of hair between her thighs that was so huge, I knew for a fact that if I had to eat her pussy, more than half of my saliva was going to end up getting lost in her hairy 'jungle'. She came closer to me and ran her fingers through my hair- then she slowly tightened her grip on my head by clutching my hair.
"Be a good boy and stick out your tongue for me, baby." She directed me. I did as she asked.
I became so love drunk from the scent of her perfume and her pussy, that my grandma lifted one leg on the couch and guided me in to her sweet spot. My tongue was still outstretched, just waiting to get to her clitoris. She was denying me that pleasure by teasing me, she'd put me right at it, but she wouldn't let me taste her just yet. She was going to make me beg to taste her sweetness, and I knew that if I behaved, she would grant my request.
Finally, she gave in and let me taste her pussy- I was literally surprised by how wet she was, and by how fresh she tasted.
OMG. I'd never thought that eating pussy could be anywhere near as erotic as this act between me and my grandma. I literally probed her wet clitoris with my eager tongue, and it was arousing her more and more. As I ate my grandmother's pussy, I could feel her legs beginning to wobble, so I used my hand to guide her over to the couch again. I stopped eating her pussy just long enough to get her on the couch and then I spread her long sexy thighs and buried my tongue into her pussy again.
"OH BABY!" She gasped. "Put your nose in my pussy! Fuck my pussy with your nose, baby!"
I was on the couch, with my tongue practically lapping up the juices from my grandma's pussy, and at her command, I buried my nose into her pussy as deep as I could get it and begin grinding it against her clitoris, while breathing through my mouth.
As I alternated between fucking her pussy with my nose and my tongue, my grandma was busy herself- her right hand had never left my cock and her left hand was busy as she pinched and pulled on her nipples through the fabric of the babydoll.
Grandma finally began to buckle, and I knew that the pressure within her was building up as she started grinding her clitoris against my face with raising intensity. Her legs were on either side of my face; my face was buried in her hairy pussy, and her moaning was driving me damn near to orgasm myself. She was carressing my ears with one hand, pushing me deeper into her clitoris with the other- and my cock was furiously wanting to slam into her.
I stopped eating my 'dinner', sat up on the couch, and promptly raised her left leg in the air against the back of the sofa.
"No Baby," my grandma began pleading, "You have to get me off first, before you can have your dessert!"
I left her leg where it was and sank my face back into eating her pussy with such renewed passion that not two minutes after I started back, my grandma's legs began shaking and we both knew she was at the edge.
Her hands were on the back of my head, and I was buried face first in her pussy. Just as I began tongue fucking her clitoris again, my grandma suddenly just let out a long and steady breath of relief. She didn't scream or anything, her body just tightened up and her pussy rewarded my mouth with a steady flow of juice. I swallowed every damn drop of it. I loved my grandma, I wanted to make her happy, I wanted to show her that I could still be a good boy for her.
As her body quit shaking, I sat back up and repositioned her legs again. Now, it was time for desert!
I pulled her arms up and lifted the babydoll lingerie off of her body. My grandma's breasts and her erect nipples came into view, I lowered my mouth to one and began sucking it as I pinched and pulled the other with my fingers. With the lingerie off, her body looked even more fantastic- I had never wanted to sexually bond with my grandma before, but today- I knew that I would because we both wanted it.
I was in a world I'd never even dared think about, let alone one where I was having sex with my grandma! I finished alternately sucking both of her nipples and then I pushed her back down on the couch again. My hands were kneading her breasts as my fingers teased and played with her nipples.
My grandma's eyes were dazed as I looked down on her body, but when I began to push my cock into her wet pussy- she lurched and sighed loudly.
"OOOOhhhhhhhhhh baby!" She exclaimed. "You want your dessert, don't you baby?"
I nodded and plunged my cock deep into her pussy.
"Yes maam! You told me to finish my dinner and I did!"
My grandma's pussy was so wet and so tight on my cock that I'd have sworn I was having sex with a girl my age! She began talking dirty to me, and the more she talked, the more she turned me on!
"Baby, you love your grandma, don't you?............You want me to feel good, don't you?..........Oh!.......Right there, baby!..........Fuck your nana!......Fuck this pussy!" She moaned.
My grandma and I were engaged in a round of hot and wild sexual pleasure. We knew it was taboo, but the intense pleasure we gained from each other was more important that what other people might think if they found out.
As I stroked her pussy so furiously, I leaned forward into my grandma's embrace and she began kissing me so passionately, with her tongue softly carressing mine. I was hooked on her, her love, her kisses, her embrace, her pussy, everything about her. I was on the verge of cumming, and she sucked on my neck as I began pushing for the home stretch.
".......ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh shhhhhitttttt." I moaned, in between her kisses. "Grandma............god.............mmmmmmmmm........I wanna........cum..! I wanna cum...........so............bad!"
My grandma didn't miss a beat as she whispered so softly while licking my ear at the same time: "Cum in me, baby. Cum in your nana. Give me all of your love."
With her permission, I shoved my cock into her pussy one last good time knowing that this was it. I was inside of her, when my cock just began spilling every drop of cum within me.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh my GOD!!" I moaned. "I LOVE YOU NANA! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
I came so hard and so fast that I felt light headed before I even pulled out of her pussy. My grandmother was holding me gently, her precious baby- as I released every ounce of cum into her body and then when my cock finally stopped pumping it out, she pulled me back into her arms again and kissed me on the forehead as we lay on the couch letting our bodies recover from the sexual explosion we'd just shared.
I pulled my cum drained cock out of my nana, and lay on the couch on top of her. She got up, and with my cum dripping out and running down between her legs, got down on her knees and took him into her mouth and began sucking on him very gently. It felt really wonderful, she wasn't trying to deepthroat me or anything- she was just using the warmth of her mouth to simulate her pussy and keep him hard. After thirty full minutes of sucking me like this, she stopped and smiled at me.
"Baby, I need my dessert too." She said. I looked at her.
"Now?" I asked. She nodded.
"Ohhh.....I don't know if I can, Nana. You've already pulled a lot out of me...." I said.
She didn't say anything. Her only reply was taking my cock into her mouth again, but this time- she began sucking and kissing him with such force, that before I even knew what the hell had happened, my cock was rock hard again and ready to deliver another load of cum.
My grandma stopped sucking him long enough to order me to cum in her mouth when it was time. I nodded, and she resumed her sexual attack.
After only fifteen minutes, I felt my balls tightening up with that familiar feeling again, and in between moans, I let her know that I was approaching my point of orgasm again. My nana knew it too, she was still on her knees and her lips were wrapped around my cock like a pair of vise grip pliers. She deepthroated me for twenty more minutes and pushed me over the edge. My fingers were tangled all in her hair and I knew I couldn't stop, she wanted me to release every drop down her throat and I had to oblige her wishes. Just like that, it hit me.
"Nanaaaaaaa...........here comes your dessert..........!........I'm......coming!..Oh shit.....I'm coming!!!"
Moaning heavily, I tightened my grip on her head as I came- with her hands firmly holding me by the butt so that I couldn't pull back, nana swallowed every bit. I was in such a state of ecstacy that I pulled her to me and began kissing her cum soaked lips. We kissed for a very long time, then we lay back down on the couch and tried to recover as much energy as we could. She held me against her body very tightly with her arms wrapped around me, and I felt warm...and safe.....and loved.
"So, NOW do you think you know what a real woman feels like?" She asked me, chuckling.
"Yes....thank you for showing me." I replied.
"That's a good boy."
"Grandma?" I asked.
"Yes?" She replied, while stroking my hair.
"I love you."
She chuckled and directed my mouth to one of her nipples. As I took her nipple in my mouth and began sucking on it, she kissed my forehead again.
"I love you too, baby." She told me. "And you start coming around more often, ok?"
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