1.
Audrey Rothwell smiles happily as she follows Kyle up the stairs, her eyes glued to her grandson's tight sexy ass. He has just returned from one of his regular early evening runs round the local woods, escaping the start of a gathering storm, and is dressed accordingly for the purposes of exercise in a white sleeveless vest enhancing his broad twenty-one years old shoulders and a pair of skin-tight matching white shorts accentuating his curvaceous ass cheeks, the seam in the material corresponding with the long narrow cleft of his sublime ass crack.
Audrey licks her lips as she watches the two firm masculine rumps jostling and rubbing together inside her grandson's skimpy shorts which dent into his crack and crease and stretch around his ample mounds, rising and falling as Kyle lifts one beautifully muscular leg after the other as he climbs the stairs. He reaches the landing a few steps ahead of Audrey and stops and looks over his shoulder and smiles down at his elderly grandmother, dressed only in her bra and panties since she has been sunbathing in the garden prior to the storm clouds appearing and before Kyle's return.
Audrey usually sunbathes naked and Kyle is surprised to see her covered up, especially as the Rothwells are a firmly committed naturist family, but still thinks how sexy she looks for a lady of her advanced years. Elderly his grandmother might be but, as far as Kyle is concerned, she is a darned sight sexier than any of the silly girls of his own age that he meets at work. The only young lady of his own age who does turn Kyle on is his own sister Bethany who could certainly show her contempories at her brother's workplace a thing or two.
Audrey, on the other hand, is something else. She has looked after her body, having played tennis and been a keen swimmer in her younger days, and doesn't have an ounce of fat on her. Her tits and ass don't sag and her skin is still as soft and supple as a baby's. Nobody would ever guess she is well into her sixties.
"You've got such a lovely porky bum, sweetheart," Audrey says, reaching out a hand and giving it a little stroke, knowing Kyle will not disapprove. "I love the way your little shorts showcase your ass cheeks, I'm surprised you were able to squeeze into them."
"I'll squeeze into anything for you, gran," Kyle replies, continuing to look over his shoulder, the smile on his face growing broader by the second as he gazes down at Audrey, focusing his eyes on her bra-enhancing tits, while she continues to touch up his ass, cupping each cheek with her soft gentle hands.
"Why, thank you, sweetheart," Audrey replies, giggling, as a drum roll of thunder announces the first drops of rain which start to dance with alacrity against the landing window, rattling the panes with loud staccato thuds.
"What a lucky lady I am to have such a sexy grandson," Audrey continues, "I'm really proud of you. And so handsome too with your nice neat short haircut."
"Gee thanks, gran," says Kyle, his bright blue eyes dancing merrily as a smile of pleasure radiates his still twinkiesh unlined face. "I like my hair cut short."
"You take after your father in that respect," Audrey replies whose son John, Kyle's father, is also a regular visitor to the hairdresser. Audrey has never liked long hair on men, especially HER men. Their pubic hair is another matter, of course, both father and son having very full bushes, just as her late husband Frank had.
Kyle stands on the landing above his grandmother while keeping his back to her to let her have a good look at his ass. In the space of three short years since his eighteentbirthday when he became old enough to be regarded by the rest of the rest of the Rothwell family, including his mother Lauren and sister Bethany, as a consenting adult and thus allowed to join them in their illicit sex sessions, Kyle has become used to his grandmother's ass fetish and that of his parents, too, and therefore knows exactly what Audrey wants to see. He feels comfortable showing off his firm masculine buttocks in his shorts to his grandmother and enjoys the experience immensely ...
2.
The rain is now hammering loudly on the roof while Audrey continues to stand on the stairs a few steps below her grandson so that his ass is directly level with her face and therefore her line of vision. As far as Aidrey is concerned, men's shorts were designed with only one specific purpose - to show off the finer qualities and visual delights of the male buttocks, something that, like her daughter-in-law, she has always been passionately excited by. Audrey's gaze doesn't waver from the enticing view of the shapely pair of shorts-clad ass cheeks being displayed in front of her, doubly exciting seeing as how they belong to her own grandson.
Audrey gives each of Kyle's bum cheeks another little squeeze and then runs a forefinger up and down the long line of his crack before reaching between his legs to grope his balls and his prick which, not surprisingly, is responding to the thrill of his grandmother's touch by swelling and filling out the front of his shorts.
"Your shorts are so tight, sweetheart," Audrey says, "the way they stretch across your cheeks, they look like they've been moulded onto your lovely cute ass."
"I wore them just for you, gran," Kyle says, his eyes still focused on Audrey's huge ancient tits which are almost falling out of her bra. "I know how much you like seeing and feeling my ass through a nice pair of tight shorts. Just as mom, dad and Bethany do, too."
Kyle has never spoken a truer word. He is well aware he possesses a very sexy pair of ass cheeks, his horny family never stop impressing the fact on him so that, consequently, on those rare occasions when he wears clothes, he always dresses to show his bottom off best. Before going out for his run that afternoon, he had spent some time selecting which pair of his extensive collection of tight-fitting shorts to wear to give his relatives a thrill. Finally, he had selected the tightest skimpiest pair of all, the white ones he has on now, checking his ass in the long wall mirror in his bedroom to make sure that they fitted snugly, hugging his buns and highlighting the cleft of his ass while also tenting out his package. Kyle has also made certain to wear an equally tight-fitting bum-freezer vest that only reaches as far as the top of his attractive buttocks, thereby ensuring they are not obscured.
"I love seeing your ass in your shorts, sweetheart," Audrey says for the umpteenth time, "and I'm glad you enjoy letting me touch it."
"Yeah, gran," Kyle replies, as he remains standing on the landing with his back to his grandmother and thoroughly enjoying having her ogle the spectacular arcs of his bum as she stares at it unflinchingly with a look of pure wanton lust in her eyes.
"I like you touching up my ass," Kyle continues, "I'm pleased it turns you on so much."
"It sure does, sweetheart," Audrey replies, continuing to stroke Kyle's ass with one hand as she slips the other into her panties and begins to finger her fanny. "It's just as lovely as your father's."
An image of her son John's ass comes into Audrey's mind's eye as she continues running her hands all over the alluring ass of her grandson. She loves sharing a home with her family, especially since Frank died, the sex remaining hot and plentiful despite her husband's absence, even though, for obvious reasons, it has to remain their closely guarded secret.
"Where are the others?" asks Kyle, suddenly.
"Your mom and sister went into town to do some shopping," replies Audrey. "I just hope they've found a refuge from the rain else they'll be wetter than Gene Kelly ever was," she continues, giggling and momentarily shifting her gaze from Kyle's beguiling ass cheeks to gaze through the window at the trees in the garden, over which the storm is now getting into its stride, the branches swaying as if motivated into life by the wind and the early evening shadows making it feel more like midnight. Long rivulets of water are streaming down the panes in torrents, the first rain since the end of the summer a few weeks earlier and, consequently, the end of the family's al fresco gangbangs, the cooler weather ensuring that they move the action inside for the next six to seven months.
