Note. . . This is a continuation of the OLD IKE story. It would help, though not absolutely necessary, if you read it first. It really should be listed as Mature-Anal.
Ike & Grams
After work, Ike took off toward wherever he lived and I crossed the alley from the greenhouses to the house I shared with my 72 year old grandmother.
By the time I sponged off in the bathroom and put on dry clothes, supper was on the table.
“Who’s the old man I saw heading towards town,” asked Grams.
“His name is Ike Thomas and he’s not a man you’d ever want to know.”
“He looks nice enough .” She paused. “For an old man, that is.”
“He’s the nastiest man I ever met,” I said.
Grams, a tall, gray-haired, rawboned, beanpole of a woman, smiled. “You don’t say.”
“I just did.”
Grams dropped the subject and we ate supper with little conversation. After eating, as we did every evening, Grams cleared the table and washed the dishes. I wiped.
Grams drained the dishwater from the sink, wrung out the dishrag and wiped the oil cloth covering the heavy, round, oaken table. The old woman straightened and looked me in the eye. “We got some talking to do, Jack.”
“Bout what, Grams?”
She put her hands on her narrow hips. Her lean jaw jutted out and the cords in her scarecrow neck stood out. “How long have you been dicking that old man’s shitter?”
“Grams! I . . .”
“Never mind denying it. I seen you doing him this noon with my own two eyes.”
“Grams, it’s only happened once. He wanted me to. I swear. . . I’ve never done anything like that before . . .”
“Now don’t go telling me you didn’t like doing it some.”
“The honest to God’s truth. . . I never felt anything like it in my whole life.”
“I’ll believe that,” said Grams.
I was totally confused and ashamed. I didn’t know if Grams was mad at me or what. I had never heard her use the words she used that evening. I couldn’t imagine what she must think of me after seeing me with my hard pecker up Ike’s hairy butt.
“Your Grandpa was always partial to the back hole. It never much mattered to him whether it was a man’s or a woman’s.”
“Grams! You shouldn’t talk like that.”
“Don’t you be going goody-goody on me now, young man. You’re grown up now. I seen you put your man stalk up that old man in the place where the sun don’t shine. You’ve done lost your cherry. We don’t have to watch our language any more and I can say shit and fuck just like I always done when you wasn’t around.”
“You’re making me mighty uncomfortable . . .”
“Don’t go trying to squirm out of it. I seen you drop your pants and, while he was bent over, you put that big thang of yours right up his old shit hole and buggered the bejesus out of his hairy, white ass.”
He wanted me too.”
“I ain’t saying he didn’t,” said Grams, “but if you hadn’t wanted it you wouldn’t have been hard long enough to get in that tight little hole.”
“I’m sorry, Grams, that you had to see that.”
Grams smiled a smile that showed all her dentures. “Got to admit it, I enjoyed the watching. If you don’t mind your old Grams saying so, you got a right nice tally-whacker hanging between your legs. Course it brought back some powerful memories of my man too.”
“I’m sorry, Grams.”
“Would it trouble you too much to share that boner with a lonely old granny who’s wanting some something awful?”
“You mean you want me to . . .”
“I’d like you to ram it up your old Gram’s shit chute. Think you could help a needy old woman that ain’t been diddled back there in a coon’s age.”
“I guess it’s been a long time.”
“Ain’t been fucked proper since your grandpa got sick and couldn’t get it up no more. That was nearly three years ago.”
“Grams, I’ve never heard you talk like this. It’s like you’re another person.”
“Never saw you riding an old man’s naked butt before, neither.”
“You wanting me to do you like I done to him?”
Gram moved to lock the kitchen door. “I’m hotter than a sow in heat. If you’re any kind of a caring grandson, you’ll plow your granny’s twitchy shitter and get her off right now.”
“You’re sure?”
Grams bent over the solid oak table and flipped up the loose skirt of her long gingham dress. She wore nothing underneath. Her thin, scarecrow legs ended in two tight bubbles of muscle forming a taut, intriguing butt that disappeared into a curve connecting to her skinny back, a ridge of bony spine continuing to her neck.
She may not have looked like much but she made my cock stand and quiver in my pants.
“C’mon, Sonny,” she whispered. “Ride your old Gram’s butt and make her feel good. C’mon, boy, fuck the shit out of her.”
Her brown back hole was in full view above the puffy slit of her old, gray pussy. Had it not been for the image of that hairy slit with the brownish pink lips, I am not sure I would have been hard enough to penetrate her tight back hole.
“If you loved your old granny like your gramps did, you lick it to make it wet before you plugged that old shit hole, “ said Grams. “But, being as you’re not up to the taste, There’s a cruet of olive oil there on the table you can coat your pecker with before you drive it home.”
I did that and forced my cock in into her tight rosette. Grams grunted just once when I broke through into her back channel.
“Do me deep, Sonny. Do me good.”
I rode her fast and hard.
When we were done, Grams turned and kissed me on the cheek. “You done me right good, Jack. You done yourself proud with that stiff you got.”
“It felt real good Grams.”
“If you’re a real good boy, I might let you crawl into my bed after the both of us get naked.”
I wasn’t sure I was ready for seeing her in the all-together but I said, “That would be great Grams. I’d like that.”
“Might let you play in my parsley patch too.” She winked. Course it’s the back forty I’d be expecting you to plow.”
“Any place you say, Grams.”
In bed that night, cuddled spoon fashion, with my cock still firmly up her ass, Grams placed my hand on her hairy pussy and said, “This is the way I went to sleep may and many a night with Gramps. Makes me feel kind of strange being filled up the way he always did me.”
“If you’d rather not.”
“Didn’t mean it that way. You give me feelings like I ain’t had for too long a time.”
“It feels good making you happy, Grams.”
“About that old man you was boogering. . .”
“Are you mad about that?”
“Shit sakes alive, I ain’t mad boy.” She tittered girlishly like I’d never heard her before. “Maybe a teensy bit jealous but not mad.”
“He’s a nasty old man. I shouldn’t have done what I did with him.”
Grams snorted, “Now don’t tell me what you was doing to him didn’t make your pecker feel good.” She used her anal muscle to give my cock a good squeeze.
“It felt plenty good but two men shouldn’t be doing that to each other. It’s not right.”
“Maybe so,” said Grams. “Maybe you poking your Grams old shitter, like you just done, wouldn’t be looked on with a whole lot of favor in the town’s high society.”
“I wish you wouldn’t say, shitter.”
“Your Gramps always liked shit chute. ‘Want a pecker load up your dirty old shit chute, tonight, he’d say. Then he’d bend me over that kitchen table, pour a little olive oil on his cock and put that boner right up my back passage in a way that took my breath away.”
I couldn’t help it. My cock was getting harder. I pulled it out a little and shoved it back against her tight little buttocks. She rubbed those smooth cheeks against the pubic hair on my belly and it felt good. Grams giggled. Good lord, Boy! Ain’t you had enough backdoor banging?”
I stroked into her again. I don’t know if there is enough, It feels so good.”
She pushed back to me. “Well you won’t find this old gal quitting on you. You got me hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forrest fire, so fuck away and fuck me good and while you’re at it. play with that little bump at the top of my slit. It feels mighty good when you play with that.”
I stroked slowly into her, enjoying every in and out. “How come we never did this before?”
“Mainly, I guess cause I was still thinking of you as a boy stead of a man and cause you’re my daughter’s only child. I just never though of you being able to give me this kind of comfort. Bless your heart.” She hesitated, “And your nice hard cock.”
“Glad you like it, Grams.”
“Wouldn’t have come to me to take you on if I hadn’t see you doing that old man that way.”
“Don’t be jealous.”
“Honey,” she gasped, use your thumb a little more, I’m about to cum all over you.”
“I’m right behind you.” I speeded up and pounded into her tight rosebud as fast as I could.”
“I can tell,” groaned Grams, “you’re pounding the shit out of me and that’s for sure.”
“I’m sorry.”
Grams gritted her teeth. “For God’s sake don’t stop now. Do Me. CORNHOLE ME GOOD!”
I kept pounding her ass till she screamed.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! Shit! I’m coming!”
After we got our breath back and I thought we were settled for the night with my cock soaking in her ass, Grams whispered, “Jack?”
“I yawned. “Yes Grams?”
“We’re having a pot of beans with some hunks of ham thrown in for supper tomorrow night. There’s going to be plenty, do you think that nice old man might like to eat with us?”
***
“If I’d known you were inviting me for supper, I’d have shaved this morning and worn a clean shirt.” Ike ran his fingers across the white stubble on his cheeks and chin.
“Don’t let it worry you none,” said Grams. “There’s been times when I’ve craved the feel of a man’s whiskers against my skin.”
“You don’t say?”
