There is a lady I frequently see at Church. She is older than I, late 50's I guessed. Sandy brown hair to her shoulders. She dresses stylishly, suggesting that she came from money and still possesses it. She is pretty enough for her age, and her figure, though well rounded, remains very feminine. She often sits at the back of the church behind all the other church goers, alone with the exception of a young man that others say is her grandson.
Though they seemed like a typical grandson and grandmother, something struck me as odd about them. I would watch them carefully from the corner of my eye as the priest droned on. They sat close, too close. Her hand often appeared to be over his lap or groin, and even appeared to be moving back and forth or up and down from time to time. And she often laid too far back in the narrow bend seat, with her other hand seemingly positioned over her own legs or crotch. And I noticed during prayers that she would lower her face very far downward for praying. After some such occurrences I noticed her mouth move in a manner that suggested repeated swallowing. And I observed how her tongue would repeatedly lick at her lips and she would swallow again. I also noticed how she would smile at the boy who would appear to check her face and sometimes raise a finger to swipe something from her cheek or chin. She would then quickly engulf his finger between her lips and eagerly suck his finger clean of whatever it was that he had found clinging her to face. After she gingerly swallowed down what he had offered she would open her pursue and apply a fresh coat of lipstick, smiling to him sweetly afterward with her newly coated bright red painted lips.
Now they might have thought that they were fooling folks with their innocent demeaner, but I had sucked off enough cocks in my day and had swallowed down enough loads of goop to know when a man was feeding a load of semen to a woman. And I knew the look on a woman's face who was enjoying the deliciously tasty process of swallowing it all into her belly. So one day after church when she was attending alone I introduced myself and invited her to tea. Once seated and with our drinks in hand I confronted her and said that I knew what she was doing and that unless she confessed all to me then and there that I would be informing the priest of her actions and have her expelled from the church.
She had been a long-time church member and was held in high esteem and the threat of revealing her little secret caused her to break down and begin to plead emphatically for me not to tell. With a little more pressure she agreed to disclose to me her entire story. Below I tell it to you, essentially in her words as she told it to me. And because she was such a co-operative and naughty lady, I kept their little secret just that, and now often sit in the back with them positioned beside the boy. Not having to sneak peaks any more now I diligently watch as she extracts his penis from his pants and strokes through the church hour. I watch as she forces up her dress to reveal a pantiless bottom and enjoy watching her slide a dildo hidden in her pursue into her older but still evidently very horny snatch. And then I watch as well when the boy is ready to cum and as she drops down her head to have her cheeks filled with semen. When I am feeling naught I also raise my skirt and let the boy run his fingers over my legs and through my hairy bush and offer to hold his cock and stroke it while she is busy dildo fucking herself. And from time to time I have even lowered my own head and sucked briefly on that delicious young cock. I have never been able to resist the temptation to take a young man's cock into my mouth when presented with the opportunity!
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I was delighted when my daughter called and asked if my grandson could stay the summer with me while he looked for work, having just finished high school and turning 18 earlier than year. My husband and I had broken up many years ago and my only daughter had moved all the way north to Michigan, and so I seldom got to see her and her son. I was married young, and so was she, so though I was a grandmother I was only 56 years old. I had never re-married, making my church and the related activities the focus of my life. I guess I could have found another man. Though I had gained weight over the years, up to a size 14 now, I thought my curves were still appealing enough to catch a fellow if I had wanted. Many men would stare at my calves or my chest, which had grown to a respectable DD with the extra weight I had put on. But I could never find the energy or enthusiasm to build another long-term relationship. I missed the sex, terribly some days, but my heart was broken from the divorce and I remained alone. So the prospect of companionship and getting the opportunity to bond with my grandson was warmly welcomed.
Robert was a strong tall sturdy young man. Handsome and charming with a few pimples, we hit it off right away. I would take him to movies and make dinner, while he would accompany me on long evening walks and help me with my shopping. His only habit that shocked me was his never ending need to masturbate. I guess this is normal for men his age, but I wasn't acquainted with the process. I saw him once stroking himself when he failed to fully close his bedroom door. And I would find the underwear and sheets stained in semen when I would do the wash. But, boys are boys, and I accepted the behaviour, never raising attention to the matter.
One morning after he ate breakfast and heading out to look for work I gathered up the bedsheets to do the laundry. When I pulled down his blanket I saw that his bedsheet was covered in semen. There was a big thick pool of it in the middle of the bed. I hadn't seen a man's ejaculate in many years now, but knew clearly what it was from the sight. Scooping up the sheet and carrying it down the stairs the semen spot was on the top of the sheet, barely an inch from my nose. The manly smell of cum filled my nostrils and reminded me of how I used to love licking up and devouring my husband's semen many years before.
Staring at the cum and pulling the sexually impregnated fragrance deep into my nostrils while remembering back to how much I loved eating cum I felt my vagina tingle and get suddenly wet. Holding the bedsheets in one hand while standing at the bottom of the stairs I shoved the other hand down my pajama bottoms and began to finger my clit. Living my life alone I masturbated frequently and had many toys in my room to arouse myself with, but this was different. My vagina was on fire and the sight and smell of the still wet and thick pool of semen just under my face made me begin to rub my clit furiously.
I felt myself about to orgasm and as I did so I unconsciously thrust the bedsheet toward my face and wrapping my lips around the cum soaked material began to suck and lick at it furiously, sucking up and gulping down all those precious and delicious cum juices. Once my orgasm was complete I looked down at what I had done. Oh my God, I had just eaten my grandson's semen. I had licked and sucked it off the bedsheet and swallowed it all down eagerly. I felt so ashamed. I started the wash and stared at myself in the mirror. What kind of woman was I? I was a woman of God, a good person, a caring grandmother. I said to myself that I was simply caught up in the moment and that it meant nothing and that I would never do it again. But I could still taste cum on my lips and in the back on my throat. I thought of how fantastic is was to taste semen again. I licked my lips hoping the flavor would last the rest of the day. I was a bad woman and would most certainly go to hell for this.
As the days passed, I tried to forget about the taste of semen, but my grandson jerked off so much he left semen everywhere. I would find it on his bedsheets in the morning. When he went for a shower I would inspect his discarded underwear and they were often coated in the stuff. When he went to the bathroom and suspiciously took too long I would inspect the room afterward and often find the toilet lid dripping of semen. I tried to ignore the smell and sight of cum throughout my house, but found that I now masturbated constantly and could not resist rummaging through the house looking for where more semen might be.
