"Fuck me, you're good," I moaned into my grandson's ear. He just grinned as he pounded my pussy with his hard rod, igniting an unquenchable fire. I screamed out an orgasm. I'd lost track of how many times I'd cum. I dug my nails in his back and dug my heels in his butt. He responded by exploding a cream bomb in my pussy, sending me over the edge. Again.
I held Brandon as he lay on top of me, his hot breath on my ear. I stroked his hair. He ground his pelvis against me. His rod was still hard. We made love slowly, grinding languidly. As we kissed, our tongues danced a sensual tango.
Brandon leaned up and began pumping into me at a faster pace. He was really putting his back into it. His eyes were shut tight and he was breathing hard. I stretched my legs wider and lifted my hips, and he drove into me even deeper. I was groaning like a horny puma.
I visualized his hard rod in my pussy. It's meaty stiffness, like a cream-filled salami. Suddenly I was hungry for Brandon's cream-filled salami. I pulled Brandon down to me. "I need to suck you off," I breathed into his ear. Brandon pulled out of me with a plop and lay on his back. My mouth sank on his rigid pole and I bobbed my head up and down, my fingers holding the base.
As my lips dragged up and down his member, Brandon clutched a handful of my hair. His body went stiff with a jerk. And then he was hosing the back of my throat with his seed. I clutched his butt in my hands and pulled him even farther down my throat.
After I'd swallowed all of Brandon's cum and spit-shined his rod we collapsed in a tangle of limbs. I was spent. I wanted to get home eat and take a nap. All this activity had stirred up a ferocious appetite. And I was a little tired. A nap would revive me.
I tossed him his clothes. Soon we were riding our bikes back home.
I fixed us sandwiches, leftover potato salad and cantaloupe. I caught Brandon ogling my cantaloupes. I grinned. "Help me clean up and we can take a shower," I suggested. He readily agreed.
Thinking about the night ahead I shouted to him if he'd go out on a dinner-and-a-movie date with me? He thought it was a wonderful idea. It had been years since Ted and I last went out on a date. We used to go out dancing every weekend. Eventually we even stopped making love.
Things were going to change. What was good for the goose was good or the gander.
Minutes later we were naked in the shower, soapy water sluicing over every inch of skin. We kissed. We clutched one another. Brandon fingered me to nirvana. I jerked Brandon off twice in the steaming rain.
After we gout of the shower we tumbled into bed and continued our romp. I was in the mood to wrestle. I got Brandon in a headlock. "Eat mat, buddy boy!" I growled.
"Nevah!" he growled back. "I'm The Terminatah. Hasta la vista, baby." With that he broke out of the headlock and pinned me to the bed. "And now to seduce the females of the species, one woman at a time," he growled. He dove between my legs and went to town on my pussy.
My giggles turned into moans as he displayed amazing oral skills. His lips and his tongue were all over my pussy before he zeroed in on my clit. I rode wave after wave of pleasure. I writhed underneath his masterful mouth and clutched the bed sheets.
I was beginning to suspect my grandson was the virgin he'd claimed he was.
When he began humming
Happy Birthday
, that set off a tsunami of ecstasy. I was no longer writhing on the bed, I was thrashing. It took Brandon all his strength to hold me down and keep eating me. It was intense. He had me coming and going. I alternately pushed him away and clutched him closer.
When his tongue touched my anus I about jumped out of my skin. As he probed my butthole I experienced pleasure I'd not experienced in some time. My grandson had his father's adventurous spirit all right. I arched my back and screamed when he slid a finger up my pooper.
Soon Brandon had me on my back and his engorged rod in my pussy. He slowly sawed in and out while we stared into each other's eyes. My grandson's eyes burned with lust as he rocked and rolled on top of me. Soon he picked up the pace of his pumping and he was really straining with every thrust.
I raked my nails up his back and lit his cum cannon, jets of cream shooting in my pussy. And then he lay still on top of me. I stroked his hair and kissed his face. "Oh, Gamma," he sighed and rolled onto his back.
As his cum mixed with mine and slid down, the sheet beneath me became wet. I got up and put a towel over the wet spot and snuggled in Brandon's arms. My ear to his heartbeat, my fingers walked down to his flaccid pole. I dragged a finger up and down and popped it into my mouth, savoring the taste of our juices.
"Mmmm," I moaned and moved my mouth south. I licked his lightning rod back to life before climbing on top of him. I didn't move. I just lay there, my head in the crook between his neck and his shoulder. He didn't move either. I was so comfortable and relaxed that I fell asleep in that position.
