"Honey, it's all right," Sandra soothed.
"Sometimes he irritates me to no end, Gram," Billy whined.
They were still sitting in the barn, the others having departed on their morning ride, after being discovered screwing on a stack of hay bales in one of the stalls.
"We'll just have to be more discrete in the future," she said softly, trying to ease her grandson's frustration.
"Everybody in the whole house knows we've been messing around," he said. "Ever since Caroline saw us in your house. She blabbed it all around to everybody."
"Well, it's out in the open now and we won't have to try and hide it from any of them," she explained, gently brushing his long curly hair out of his eyes.
Billy Joe had grown tall and strong, the spittin' image of his father. His hair was sandy blond and his two hundred pounds were distributed just as the plan had been drawn. His abs rippled when he flexed and his hands were firm but gentle. He had inherited his father's enormous appetite for the pleasures of women, and following in Tall Cool's footsteps, he was drawn to the older ladies.
His first sexual experience was with a classmate in high school. She had been experienced and he was sure that she had laughed at his feeble attempt at satisfying her desire. He had cum almost instantly after entering her and she had rebuked him after that. After he had spied on Caroline and Camille out by the pool, he blackmailed Caroline into sucking him off, threatening he would tell dad what he had seen. Caroline had spilled the beans to Camille and she had confronted him. After a lengthily discussion about the birds and the bees, Camille had stripped him out of his clothes and taken his cock into her sweet warm cunt, addicting him forever. He came very quickly then too, but she got him hard a second time and he lasted much longer.
Still, whenever he got his pecker in a pussy, all he could think about was how good it felt to shoot off. Thinking about it now had caused him to start leaking. He wanted to cum again.
Sandra sat next to him, watching his expression. Little beads of sweat formed on his upper lip. 'He does that when he's horny,' she thought to herself. Neither of them had dressed after being detected. Sandra let her hand glide up his leg and touch his hardening dick. He jumped at her first contact, his cock twitching against her fingers.
"I want you to forget about getting off, Honey," she whispered. "Think about something else and let me make you feel good."
He closed his eyes and let her manipulate his stiffening member. Sandra marveled at the similarities between Billy and his father. Tall was much longer, almost nine inches to Billy's seven but Billy was thicker. Sandra recalled, vividly, the first time she and Billy's dad had made love, scarcely an hour after they had met for the first time. He had been so warm and friendly and she had melted in her panties the second she set eyes on him. She remembered how he had touched her hands and kissed her on the forehead, and his cock slamming into her wet cunt so deeply. Her nipples had solidified on her enormous silicone enhanced boobs, just thinking about it. She had left the door open to him for over twenty years, and he had never taken her for granted. She must instill this virtue into his son.
Billy moaned as Sandra lazily toyed with his marble hard shaft. His was leaking profusely from the tiny slit on the tip, just like his father did. She slathered him with his own lubrication and pushed him back on the hay bale.
"Now just relax, Big Guy, let Old Granny work her magic," Sandra breathed, positioning herself above her grandson. As quickly as she had lowered herself, she felt him stiffen under her. She stopped all movement until he relaxed, but he was very nearly ready to explode. She looked down at him. He had his eyes closed and a strained look on his face. She needed to be fucked long enough to get off and he wasn't going to last long enough to get her there at this rate. Sandra was frantic to achieve her end and she clenched her fists in silent anger, remaining virtually unmoving until he regained his composure. She felt him jerk again and she opened her hand and brought it around, from way out there, and slapped him hard on the face with a resounding smack.
"DON'T YOU EVEN DARE TO CUM YET, BILLY," she shrieked. Slapping him on the other side with equally as vicious a blow.
Billy's eyes slammed full open, with her first blow, and crashed shut with the second. He clenched himself up as tight as he could and looked up at his grandmother in disbelief.
"You're going to stay hard and you're going to stay in me and you're going to fuck me until I have great big orgasm, or I swear, Billy, you'll never stick your cock in me again. Do I make myself clear?" Sandra wailed.
Billy nodded dumbly and Sandra started to ride him. She grabbed a hand full of his long hair and used it like reins.
"Just you keep fucking me, Billy. I have to get off or I'll die," Sandra hissed, humping him furiously.
Billy held back until he just had to start moving too. He pushed her up and rolled her over and started slamming into her from above. He drove his cock relentlessly into her until he felt her boil over and wrap her legs around his back and draw his body all the way in. She clamped her teeth down on his shoulder and gnawed on him through a gut-wrenching climax. Billy kept up his assault, throwing himself as deeply into her spasm-wracked hole as he could. Several minutes later, she erupted a second time and he could hold back no longer. Billy flooded her aging twat with a torrent of boy-man cum.
"Oh, Billy," Sandra wheezed. "I knew you had it in you."
He collapsed on top of her.
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After a big thick steak, fried corn and sourdough biscuits, washed down with a couple of cold brews, I was laying back on a lounge chair on the patio. Marie and Dennis had disappeared upstairs to her apartment and Caroline and Bobby Sue, giggling like schoolgirls, had gone into Flagler beach to a movie. Janice said she was feeling old and wanted to turn in early. Billy Joe and Sandra had failed to appear at all. Which left Rita and Camille the only other inhabitants of the estate to talk to.
I studied them as they finished tidying up the patio and concluded that I must have been blessed as a child to have them for my own. Rita, at forty-one and Camille, at forty-eight, were very desirable women indeed. I was never deprived of their affections and they never made requests that were unreasonable. Sometimes they could be a little strange, but never unreasonable.
They finally settled on lawn chairs, close by, lighting cigarettes and uncapping another cold brew.
"Caroline tells me y'all caught Billy and ma in the barn this morning," Rita said.
"I guess we hurt his feelings," I chuckled.
"You must have," Camille giggled. "We haven't seen hide nor hair of either one of them all day. What did you say?"
"Nothing mean, we just ribbed him about being a jack rabbit," I answered.
