My wife gives our granddaughter lessons in sapphic sex.
Our 18-year-old granddaughter, Hannah, had just graduated from high school and was down from where she lived in Michigan with her ultra-conservative parents to visit my wife Kate and me in Jacksonville.
A year earlier Hannah had come out as gay, an announcement that did not sit well with her mother and father. Indeed, the last few months had, in fact, been brutal for Hannah, with angry recriminations and lots of tears, so getting away from mom and dad was just what she needed. She felt as if Kate and I were the only people who understood and, more importantly, accepted her.
Hannah and I were on a morning walk about a week or so after she joined us, chatting about college prospects and such, when she said that she had been disappointed in her high school sex education class, which she described as a complete "waste of time."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, all the teacher talked about was straight sex. Which is pretty disgusting, by the way. She never said a word about, um, you know."
"Gay sex?" I asked.
Hannah nodded sheepishly and I said, "Not normally part of a school curriculum. Not yet anyway."
I should probably describe Hannah. She's a pretty girl, about 5-foot-5, and 120 pounds, with honey blonde hair styled in a pixie cut and bright blue eyes. Her smallish breasts sit high and tight on her chest, and I'm ashamed to say that on more than one occasion, while masturbating, I've fantasized what she would look like naked.
A few other things about my granddaughter. She's smart, but more than a little naïve. And she's extremely shy. Or so I thought.
"So," I said, "why didn't you ask your teacher about gay sex?"
Hannah looked down at the ground. "I was ashamed. I didn't know how to ask so I didn't. I just wish I knew about making love to a woman. I've never had sex with a girl, or anybody, and I don't know what to do or how it all works."
I knew how it worked, of course, and the thought of my granddaughter with her face between another woman's thighs, her tongue buried deep within the woman's cunt gave me an instant erection that I had a hard time hiding. I cleared my throat and changed the subject. But as we continued to walk an idea began to germinate.
That night Kate wondered what had gotten into me. Or more specifically, what had gotten into her. My 7-inch cock hadn't been this hard in a long time and I had used it to give both her cunt and ass a vigorous fucking. Afterwards, as I slowly fingered her clit, I told her about my conversation with Hannah.
"You know," I said, "you could teach her."
"Teach her?" Kate said, looking at me questioningly. "Teach her what?"
"How to make love to a woman."
"Tom! She's our granddaughter. I'm not going to have sex with her. That would be, well, incest, and it would be wrong. Besides, I don't know anything about - about lesbian sex. I've never been with a woman."
I said, "Yes, she's our granddaughter. Who better than her grandmother to teach her how to make love to a woman? I don't think it's wrong at all. As for you never being with a woman, you know what a woman likes. And what
you
like."
I took two fingers and eased them into her cunt hole. "You like this," I said. "Imagine if these were Hannah's fingers."
Kate shook her head, but her hips moved up and down to meet the thrust of my fingers.
"Yeah, think of Hannah, naked, her hard nipples rubbing against yours, her fingertips twirling in your bush and then sliding into you as her tongue slides into your mouth."
Kate's breathing turned ragged. Her hips bounced up and down and as they did her pendulous breasts jiggled and her nipples turned hard as rocks.
"I'm going to cum," she gasped. "I'm going to cum all over your hand. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh."
As she flooded my hand with her cum, she whispered something that brought my cock to full attention once again.
"Oh, Hannah."
Growling, I grabbed Kate by the hair and led her mouth to my straining dick.
"Suck," I said, and she did. Greedily. She slurped, and licked, and bobbed her head, swallowing my cock all the way to the back of her throat.
Without warning her, I filled her mouth with my warm cum. She drank it down like a someone in the desert dying of thirst. She grunted and her body shook. I'd been too preoccupied fucking her mouth to notice that she was masturbating herself and had brought herself to an another orgasm.
My wife might have verbally protested the idea of teaching Hannah the ways of lesbian sex, but her body said otherwise.
We finally fell asleep, but the next morning we were both still hyper sexed. We didn't know how much until we got to the kitchen. Kate was braless under a long t-shirt that barely covered her ample ass on which she wore a pair of skimpy black panties. I had on loose fitting shorts.
Kate is a bit on the chubby side, which is to be expected in a woman of 60. Her once sandy blonde hair has gone gray, both on her head and her pussy, and, of course, her large breasts sag. But I still found her extremely attractive and sexy. As she readied breakfast, I came up behind her, pulled her panties down around her ankles and bent her over the kitchen island. I pulled my rock hard cock from my shorts and plunged it into her sopping cunt.
"Fuck, Tom," she breathed. "What about Hannah?"
I assumed Hannah was still asleep in our guestroom, but as I plowed her grandmother's pussy, I saw her standing in the doorway and watching us. She had on a pink bra and panties. Her right hand was buried in the panties and was rooting around as if she were searching for something.
"Hannah's just fine," I said. "Look."
Kate grunted beneath me, shoving her ass back against my cock, and I turned her head in the direction of the guestroom.
"Oh, Hannah," Kate panted, seeing out granddaughter watching us. "I'm ... I'm ... so ... so ... sorry. I'm ... oh, I'm ... cumming! Oh my god. Keep going, Tom. Keep fucking me. Ungh. Fuck, I'm gonna cum again. Ohhhh!"
I watched the expression on Hannah's face as her grandmother came on my cock. Just the sight of my granddaughter in her underwear, eyes glazed with lust, spurred me over the top and I blew rope after rope of thick seminal fluid into Kate's hungry cunt.
As her breathing slowed, Kate said to Hannah, "I'm so sorry you had to see that, honey."
"I don't think Hannah is sorry," I said. "Look how flushed her face is. I think she very much enjoyed seeing her grandmother getting fucked."
Embarrassed, Hannah ducked back into the guestroom. Kate bent down and pulled up her panties. She used a napkin to wipe our combined juices off my cock and tucked it away back into my shorts.
