Author's note: I tried to include enough sex in this chapter to satisfy most readers and to flesh out the characters. My aim was to enable you to see them as real people. I don't think I've reached that yet but constructive comments, complimentary or critical from readers will help. Of course this is a work of fiction. The only characters that I did not create from thin air are the big cats. They did live about as I described for several years before disappearing never to be heard from again.
We found a service station at the junction of US 178 and US 21 that was still open. Soon the car was cleaned as well as we could with what we had available. Eva snuggled close to me on the drive back to Jones Corner.
"Are you having second thoughts?" Eva asked when I hadn't said anything for a time.
"Heck no, Gra...I mean Eva." I'm just thinking about how wonderful it felt to make love to you. I mean, how many other guys my age get to have an experienced older woman be their first?" I put my arm around her shoulder and cupped her right breast before teasing her nipple. "You must love me an awful lot."
"You don't know the half of it, Boy." Her hand grasped my cock, which was once again getting in fighting trim. "I want you to promise me that, when I finally turn everything over to you, you'll continue to run things as I have. What I mean is, the family can always stay there when they want to or need to, just so long as they contribute all they can."
"Sure, Grams," Her tone of voice said she was Grams again, "They will have a home so long as I have one." I pulled her tight against me. "You'll be in charge for a long time yet."
"I hope so, but if you keep giving me what you did tonight, I might be turning it over to you sooner than we expected." She giggled and leaned to kiss my cheek. "You young scamp, fingering your Grams until she won't be able to walk tomorrow."
"We both know I wasn't that good. You're just trying to make me feel good."
"Well, maybe just a little. You will be that good before long if I have anything to do with it." She gave my cock a couple strokes through my pants. "Let me start by giving you some advice. No matter how good you get, the first time you're with a woman, always act like it's your first time. I don't mean you have to cum before you get it in," she giggled, "but up to that you were very exciting. Every woman wants to think she is a fellow's first."
"You mean I should pretend she can make me into her custom made lover?"
"Exactly. In fact always remember the little things different women like. If you can do that you'll be called a love god. Another thing, get used to calling your lover honey or baby or some non-specific name like that. That way you'll never forget and call out another woman's name. Don't just pretend; let each make you into her special lover."
The only a light showing was on the front porch when I finally pulled into Grammy's yard. I started to get out but Grams stopped me.
"Hold on. The lessons aren't over yet. When you take a girl home is a perfect time to get in some last minute smooching. She pulled on my arm until I slipped over next to her. She put both arms around my neck and her mouth hungrily sought mine. I finally got the idea. I pulled her partly on top of me. I massaged her butts through her dress while her tongue explored every inch of my mouth.
Finally I slipped my hands under her dress and continued my ministrations through her panties.
"Oooh Baby," she moaned. "That's so good." She rubbed against me trying to fit my hard cock over her camel's foot. I freed a hand so I could slip it between our bodies and guide my cock where she wanted it.
"Hey! It feels just as good rubbing my dick against you now as it did at the drive-in but I'm still in control. I'm not even close to cumming."
"Of course not. You got relief back there so you can hold it much better." I hadn't realized I'd spoken aloud until I heard her words. "Besides you got more experience now, it's no longer your first time. You'll get better every time you get some." She pushed away. "We better go inside now."
She might have been ready to quit but I wasn't. My balls ached as I went around to open her door. She must have noticed my face when the interior light came on.
"Don't look so glum. You don't think you would be able to screw a girl right in her front yard, do you? Suppose Daddy came out with a shotgun."
I had to grin at that one. "Never even crossed my mind."
"Such things better cross your mind if you don't want your butt loaded with birdshot. Daddies in these parts get serious when they catch some stud riding their little darlings."
"Grams" I said as we walked to the house, "why would I want to screw somebody else when I have you?"
"Humph! You think I can keep up with a young buck like you? Honey, that junk about age being just a number is bullshit. Eighteen won't go into fifty-five over three times. What will you do when you're still horny and I'm too pooped to pop?
We climbed the steps and stood at the door a minute just as if I were taking another date home. "With that car you just gave me, maybe I can get one of the Corner's girls to go to the drive-in." We kissed long and hard while I pulled her tight against me and humped a bit. She gave me as good as she got.
We broke the embrace. "Confident aren't we? Especially for a guy who on this very porch, just this afternoon, said he couldn't talk to a pretty girl."
"I had a good teacher." I slapped her playfully on the butt as we walked through the door and locked it.
"Take that good teacher's advice and hunt closer to home. You just walked into a den of pussy. Why not take a few pelts?"
"Grams, are you telling me to go after one of the girls?"
"No way," she replied, "I'm telling you to go after all of them. Not the ones under eighteen of course, but by the time you tire of the older ones, the second crop will be ready. Boy, given the way those girls of mine love this country living, I think they will stay here as long as they can. Since you promised to let them stay, I'd say you have an inexhaustible supply of pussy. You just have to reach out and take it."
We parted at Gram's door with one final kiss. I noticed she didn't click the lock when she closed the door. My balls were still aching so I took a cold shower. It gave very little relief. I lay on the bed and tried spanking the monkey. That didn't help. All I could think of was Grams in her bed just down the hall. The clock said twelve before I finally dosed off only to awake at two o'clock, still sporting a hard-on that would make superman proud.
I wanted to go to Grams' room but was still unsure of myself. Sure, I knew she'd do almost anything for me, she'd proved that tonight, but crawl in her bed at two AM? That might be a bit it much. I tossed and worried while I got harder and my balls ached worse.
"That's it!" I kicked the sheet back and went to my door. Peeking out I could see the hall was empty so I went to Grams' room and tried the door. It wasn't locked. She slept with a nightlight, so I could make out the outline of her body under the sheet. Pulling the door shut and locking it, I quietly got under the covers next to Grams. Then I got my next surprise. Grams slept in the raw.
"Mnnn," she stirred slightly as I pulled us together like spoons. My cock poked against her butt crack and with a little adjustment I could feel it in her hair, but try as I might I couldn't penetrate her slit.
"What the hell?" She awoke with a start. Realizing it was just me; she turned so we were face to face. She rubbed her eyes a second then we kissed. "Are you already horny again?"
"Grams, I need it so bad it hurts. Do you think we ..."
"Poor Ricky," she stroked my cock. With every stroke it sort of jumped. "No wonder you hurt, that wasn't much of a relief you got tonight, considering all the playing around we did."
We kissed again, this time much more passionately. She turned on her back and spread her legs wide. I rubbed her mound then inserted two fingers. I couldn't believe how wet she was.
"That's okay, honey." She pulled my hand away. "Playing like that will just make you more excited and it will be harder to control cumming too early. You just get on top, and go real slow. I know that will be hard to do, but we just as well start teaching you control. When you start getting real excited pull out and I'll help you.
I crawled between her legs supporting my upper body with one hand and tried to guide my shaft to its target. All I managed to do was tangle it in the bushy patch surrounding her cunt. She pulled her knees up a bit then with her right hand she helped find its spot.
"Damn hair puller!" It had caught in her hair. She worked it around a bit then I felt the head slip into her warm, slippery sheath. I pushed until several inches felt her warmth. "Okay, now remember; slow and easy."
Even though every nerve in my body wanted to slam it in her hard and fast I followed her instructions. I was determined to learn all she could teach me. I tried to work little deeper with every stroke. Grams urged me on telling me how good it felt. When our pelvic hair meshed, I settled down to a slow, full stroke rhythm. In a short while I could feel a release building. I pulled out trying to control it.
That didn't help much until I felt what seemed to be an iron band wrap around the base. Grams had clamped her thumb and forefinger around the base and suddenly my balls lost all desire to push cum down that shaft. When she released me and I resumed the long slow strokes. We repeated the drill several times with the intervals becoming longer.
