Wet Dreams At Grandma Susans House

Grandma Susan's House

By: Allen Smithee

Susan Sarandon wasn't always my grandmother. I didn't even know who she was when my mom married her son. I hadn't seen any of her movies. When I learned she was in movies, I was happy but what really impressed me was her massive tits, and her pretty face. More then her tits, I was turned on by the though of her being such a slut she would get a boob job in her 60's.

I loved visiting her house. It was the best part of my mom's marriage. I would visit her New York Penthouse, and it was like another world. It was huge, her furniture was comfortable, the walls were covered in art and bookshelves. It always smelt fresh, and she made me warm home cooked meals.

I had good parents, but they worked all the time. Grandma Susan always took time out of her day to be with me. I don't know why she was always so sweet to me. But when I visited her house, I had the most relaxing day, and at night, I had the best dreams.

The days with her would always play out the same. I would come over; we would catch up for a bit. Then I would do some chores while she made dinner. I didn't mind the chores; she always gave me a tight hug and a gentle kiss when I was done.

She would make me steak and potatoes; she was a housewife at heart, and a great cook. Then, we would watch a movie and snuggle on the couch. She treated me like a kid despite being eighteen. I didn't mind, I liked being babied and cuddling her massive tits as she stroked my hair.

When it was getting late, she would make me a cup of tea. It was warm, and it gave me good dreams, despite the bitter taste.

She would come into my room, usually after a few minutes of lying in the dark, when I had a boner in anticipation. Her makeup still on and wearing a nightie, that clung to her massive chest and hung just below her ass and pussy. She would lean over the bed, her big breasts hanging down, giving me an eye full of her cleavage backlit by the hallway light.

She would rub my chest, making my heart race and tell me she wanted me to have sweet dreams, before pressing her plump lips to mine, holding it for a few seconds, sending tingles down my spine. She would give me another kiss on my forehead before walking away.

The tea always made me dizzy, and sleepy. My body felt heavy, and if I tried to stay awake for too long, it would feel like I was rolling down a hill. I slept naked and with a sleep mask, just as Grandma Susan always told me to.

Before I knew it, I was dreaming. It was dark, and I couldn't see anything through my sleep mask. I felt her smooth hands stroking along my naked thighs, rubbing my chest, and eventually a sliding sensation on my shaft. It was so quiet, and I couldn't see anything, my sense of touch was heightened.

I felt her hot breath on my balls and a wet tongue on my cock making me moan. I had never been with a woman before, but I hoped this was what it would feel like.

I felt her tongue and lips push past my head, sucking me in. Suddenly, I was enveloped in a warm wet vacuum that slid up and down my cock, going deeper and deeper. Sucking more of me into her mouth, with each bob of her head. I couldn't see her through the mask, but I imagined her reddish brown hair bobbing up and down.

Every time, without fail, as soon I was about to cum, I would feel the cold night air on my cock, giving me the strength to hold on a little longer. Her timing was perfect and before I knew it, I was comforted again, with a warm, silky sensation, sliding over my cock. It was wetter than you would expect from a woman her age and it felt like heaven.

It was a strange feeling, having her do all the work, using me for her pleasure.

My body felt so heavy, as she bounced up and down with the vigor of a younger woman.

Her GILF pussy gripping me as it came down on my crotch. My limbs were too heavy to move, but she took pity on me, picking my hands and placing them on her big silicone tits. I had just enough strength to squeeze them as she rode me harder. I kept bottoming out in her, her juices splashing on my balls as she moaned with pleasure.

She would take one of my fingers and suck on them.

I would grunt and moan.

Her hands move mine to her ass, surprisingly fit for her age. She still worked out every day, staying fit for the movies.

Her moans would fill the room.

I would hold her ass as she bounced harder and harder on my cock, and before I knew it, I was Cumming inside of her, grunting as I did. My arms would fall to the side, having lost what little strength I had.

She would lean down, and I would feel her plump lips pressed against mine, gentle kissing me in the afterglow. I would fall fast asleep, cozy under the covers. A deep restful sleep, unlike anything I had at home.

I would barley hear the door closing and the next thing I would know, I was waking up to a gentle hand on my chest and kissing on the lips.

"Good morning sweety."

She asks, in her sweet voice.

"Good morning." I said back.

"Did you have sweet dreams?" she would ask, already knowing the answer.