Grand’mere’s Last Child

Disclaimer: All characters are completely fictional and of legal age to engage in adult activities. Thank you for reading my story.

Eloise sat in the cold doctor's office. She had finally dressed. She wasn't feeling queasy like she had the last several days. She was embarrassed that the young doctor had seen her crotch and had accidentally turned her on during her gynecological examination.

It had been several months since she'd been that aroused. Even then, her legs haven't been spread as wide as the doctor had needed them to be in the stirrups while he was examining her.

She wondered how long it was going to take him to tell her what was wrong with her. She knew it had to be something wrong and serious because at 54 years of age she shouldn't have the symptoms of pregnancy. Though to look at Eloise you wouldn't be able to tell her age.

Eloise walked almost everywhere she went. She worked her three acre vegetable garden by herself, ever since her husband Henri had become sick seven years ago. She could have easily passed for a woman in her late thirties or early forties. Her cantaloup sized breasts had very little sag to them. Additionally, her broad "baby making" hips gave her the stereotypical hourglass figure that many women wished they had. Finally, her raven locks were almost without a single grey hair in them.

There was a knock on the door, and then the young doctor entered the room with a smile on his face. Eloise noticed the clipboard in his hand.now nervously covering his crotch.

" Mrs. Le Gaul you and Mr. Le Gaul should be happy to know that there is nothing wrong with you. In the next seven months you will be the proud parents of either a bouncing boy or beautiful little girl! Congratulations you're going to be a mother again! Go ahead and see my receptionist, for a referral to an OBGYN."

Eloise was stunned.

"Shit! I can't be pregnant. I just can't! How do I tell my daughter about the night that I conceived her sibling? "Eloise questioned the empty room.

Eloise thought back to that day, that she decided to do something about Elaine's concern regarding her son now eighteen old son, Jacob.

"Mama, I'm really concerned that Jacob is becoming gay or already is gay. He never talks about girls. He has never so much has brought a girl home! He's constantly "hanging out" with his buddies! I wonder if he even knows what a girl is! How do I deal with this Mama?"

"If your father were still alive perhaps he could have a talk with him." But of course, your father has been gone now five years I think. Though the last two of our last years together, I doubt he would have known his own name." Eloise stated with a frown at the memory of the disease that had robbed her of the great lover and friend who had brought her into womanhood and shared her bed since they had married thirty six years ago.

Henri, had given her two beautiful daughters. Though Elaine and Renee were more than eighteen years apart in age, they were the best of friends, and Eloise' youngest, Renee, was in many ways more like a sibling to Jacob than an aunt.

Eloise had an idea it was along the same idea she had when Elaine was a young woman back in their home country of France. No one knew except Elaine, Eloise and Jacob's father, who it was that had helped Elaine conceive her child more than eighteen years ago.

Unlike most of the women in her village Elaine's child was not part German. No, Elaine's child was 100% French!

Shaking her head loose of that memory, was bittersweet for Eloise.

"Elaine? I have an idea I will have a talk with him. He will spend the weekend at my house. Send him alone to me this evening. I will return him Sunday afternoon. I will get him straightened out." Eloise had said this with a smile even though she really wanted to cry at the loss of Henri.

However, she knew that if she started Elaine would start as well and then they would have to replace another bottle of wine. Though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing on a Friday there was much that needed to be done Saturday and Sunday.

Eloise left the doctors office in a mentally shocked and numb condition with the reality of her situation now in the forefront of her mind.

With a heavy sigh, Eloise turned the big, brass door knob to the house she now shared with her daughter and grandson. Having had to sell the house where her latest child had been conceived. In part due to the expense of its maintenance and in part to the memories of her late husband. Eloise hadn't thought she would need the six bedroom farmhouse. It sold in less than a week for a substantial amount over the asking price. But now she was kicking herself for having done so.

Setting her purse down on the cherry stained, knotty pine, credenza in the hallway, Eloise shook her umbrella and then took off her trench coat. Hanging both on a oiled bronze coat hook nearest the front door. Her hands shook with the thought of having to tell Elaine both the good news and the horrifying results of her examination.

"So, Mama, what did the doctor say are you okay? Is there a cure for it? How do they thank you got it? Is it contagious?" Elaine peppered her mother with the questions that any reasonable person would have asked. As she hurriedly made a pot of lentils with chunks of ham and carrots, before slicing the sourdough baguette in half lengthwise, in the effort to make a French version of garlic bread that would be used by the small family, to sop up the liquid goodness at the end of the bowl.

"No, there is no cure, it is only contagious if you and I share the same man, and he has enough seed for both of us." stated Eloise in a quiet, flat tone, wondering how she was going to tell Elaine, just exactly who had fathered the child that now occupied her womb.

Elaine went about the domestic activities as though she hadn't heard a thing Eloise had said.

Sitting now at the small but sturdy, handmade kitchen table with trembling hands Eloise debated on wine or tea, both the doctors now said were bad for a developing baby. It was the lesser of two evils.

"I think Elaine the best thing to do is to sit down with a cup of tea and allow me to explain how this transpired." She said as her voice shook a little.

Elaine saw the look on her mother's face.

It was one she hadn't seen in a very long time. She removed two big mugs from the mug rack on the wall. Elaine retrieved the soup ladle from a drawer, before she slowly plunged the kitchen tool into the pot of clean boiling liquid. Having poured some of the boiling water from the pot that would later have lentils added to it. (she had realized that she really had more water than she had lentils, so that worked out in her favor) placing the tea bags in the bubbling cups now, Elaine said "While these brew up, why don't you start telling me what happened and what we need to do about this." she said as she placed her hands gently over the older woman's hands.

Simply nodding in agreement now, as she bowed her head in shame. Eloise began "Elaine I came to be in this condition a few months ago when I took a much younger man to my bed to introduce him to... introduce him to that special area between my legs. I did not think that I could become pregnant by this man as for the last 15 years your father's life, your father Henri, had failed to impregnate me with a sibling for you."

She looked directly at Elaine now. Elaine just nodded and said "Go on. I know there is more. You need to tell me everything."

Eloise began again now emboldened by her daughters words. "This young man came to my house, he knocked on my door, I fed him tea and then supper. I began to ask him what he knew of women or girls. He responded that other than the crude diagrams he'd seen in school, he knew nothing about what a woman had between her legs or why he should put what's between his legs into that spot a woman has.

Amused, disappointed and feeling challenged I walked over and caressed him, just as I had your father, on our wedding night. I let him nuzzle me between my breasts for several minutes.

Taking his hand, I led him to my bedroom. I asked him if he had ever kissed a girl. He nodded in the negative. I then asked if he had ever kissed a boy? To which he turned tomato red with embarrassment and nodded yes.

I told him to close his eyes, and open his mouth a little. He did, and as he did I gave him his first kiss with a woman. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth into my own, his tongue now dueling with mine, I reached down to his crotch feeling the expansion of his maleness as I gently stroked it.

I placed one of his hands on my breast and the other on my buttock showing him how to caress a lover. He began to pant his excitement into my mouth.

I broke off the kiss, so that I could divest him of his clothing, gently sucking and pecking at his neck, shoulders and chest as I went. When I had completely disrobed him I pulled off my dress and pulled him to the bed.

"Kiss me again like I just showed you" I instructed him, as he climbed on the bed I grabbed his manhood and began to stroke it gently until he was fully erect "okay now I want you to put your belly on mine. Go ahead and put your legs between mine." I had spread my legs and bent my knees once he got into position. I reached once again for his shaft. I now felt his tip near my crease. I rubbed his tip up and down my lips spreading my moisture on his youthful erection.

Once I felt that I was sufficiently lubricated I placed him right at my entrance, I arched up into him, as I took both of my hands placing them on his buttocks, pulling him into me. The head of his penis now socketed into my cleft I said. "I need you to go slow... I need you to go slow and gentle because it's been awhile and you're not exactly small." He smiled at that.

"He really has a beautiful cock!"

Elaine smiled a knowing smile at that comment but didn't say anything.

"He hadn't said anything, but he did as I asked. When he reached bottom, I couldn't feel the tip near the entrance to my womb, I knew he was all the way in as I felt his balls against my ass, and his pubic bone catching my pleasure knob.

"Good job okay now pull out just a little bit" with wide eyes he began to do as instructed. However, because it was his first time. His body took over. He began those series of hard deep thrusts and that gasping groan that all men have when they begin spreading their seed into a woman. I felt rhythmic hard spurts of liquid heat deep within me and felt his shaft pulse at my entrance. I was so proud of him. It was as I had expected. His virgin body designed to continue our race immediately sends it's genetic material as soon as it can. I hadn't climaxed that first time but it did feel good to know I could still pleasure a man. I love feeling a man aggressively hold me against him, as though claiming me for his own, right before he forcefully, deeply inseminates my body, just as my new lover had. He held deep inside of me and stopped moving.

"Congratulations you are now a man. You are no longer a virgin, boy!! Did you like spilling your seed inside a woman?" I asked as he began to snore in my ear still deeply embedded within my channel. I felt him lose some girth, as a copious amount of his semen left my interior and anointed my anus on its way to the mattress.

Eventually, he became heavy and uncomfortable on my bladder as well as my womanly parts, so I maneuvered out from under him. Feeling very open, and unreasonably soaking wet, as I stood the young man's fluids flooded down the insides of my thighs.

Cupping my sex closed, I quickly waddled to the toilet. Hearing, feeling and seeing this man's virginal emissions leaving my womanhood gave me the thought that I was unlikely to get pregnant by him, at my age, but if I was say, ten or fifteen years younger...well I think I would have worried about him impregnating me.

I never in a million years thought I could become a mother at my age that's why when I returned from the bathroom I said "Alright sir, that first one was for you this one is for me."

After washing his shaft and balls with a cool wash rag, I began making love to his shaft swirling around the tip with my tongue and then taking him to the root in my mouth. He was very soon ready and dripping. Elaine, hearing him gasp and grab my hair the way Henri did when we were younger made me wet! I now wanted this young man deep in my body. I straddled his hips and lined him up with my opening and then took him inch by inch. This was a very different angle. The pressure on the front wall of my channel was exquisite!

I showed him how to play with my nipples and caress my breasts. It sent shocks to my groin! Like electricity to my joy button. I began to ride him like posting on a horse, occasionally rubbing my button on his pubic bone. When I ground down on him I felt him tap the door to my womb and my pleasure went through the roof! Elaine, I tell you not even with Henri did I come that hard. Waves of scalding nuclear heat and buzzing electricity rang from my crotch to my toes, ears and nipples before it roared back and forth. I think I...ah...I clawed his chest as I screamed with my release my thighs spasmed in time with my channel throbbing. I vaguely felt him throb within me, before I lost consciousness.

When I awakened later, my crotch was a sloppy, soupy mess. I rolled out of bed headed to the toilet no longer caring if I leaked his seed all of the way there.

I showered, letting the warm water cascade over my body. I hadn't had this much sex in probably twenty years. I was feeling the slight soreness in my crotch and my thighs from all of the vigorous exercise of achieving my pleasure, when I heard the young man stir and pad into the bathroom, to use the toilet.

"Now that you have spilled your seed in me a couple of times, which do you prefer boys or girls? Tell me the truth." I said as he finished peeing into the bowl, I looked at what he was holding. In the dim light of the bedroom, I hadn't realized the girth of his manhood. No wonder I felt full when he entered me! He isn't very long but he is definitely wide. My mother would have called it a pussy pleaser of a cock!" Eloise now giggled

Elaine giggled along with her mother and said, "What answer did he give you?"

Eloise responded "He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the tub, forcing my wet naked body against his dry naked manly physique. Softly, but also urgently, claiming my lips when I went to protest, his tongue dueling for supremacy with in my mouth. I felt myself building with pressure in my nether regions again as he grabbed my buttock, pulling my groin into his own. Soon enough I felt his erection against my southern lips. God help me I wanted his shaft in me again!"

With a gasp Elaine said, "You mean to say, he took you in the bathroom?"

Turning bright red now and howling with laughter Eloise continued "No! No! No, not at all! He still had a hold of my wrist and dragged me back to the bedroom. I refused to lay in the huge wet spot that was in the middle of the bed. We had a brief argument about it that cooled my passion for his shaft.

I saw that the sun had risen now, and I had yard work to do. So, I got dressed in one of my blue denim gardening smocks. I had decided to go without underwear so that my crotch could dry out a little bit more. I put my gardening shoes on and went out of the house.

At that point I was determined that I had gotten my answer he would not be gay or return to it, I had his seed leaking from me all that day. I didn't care about food or drink.

He came out about noon to say he was sorry and ask for my help in putting the now freshly washed bed linens on the line to dry. He found me on my knees pulling weeds from around one of the vegetable beds. I heard the sound of a zipper being worked, right before I felt him behind me. His hands on my breasts pulled me into an upright position. Where he repeated on me, what I had done to him the previous night.

His nibbling up my neck to my earlobe sent little charges of electricity to my nipples and crotch. I felt his hands gently cupping and stroking my breasts before he toyed with my nipples made me crazy for him. I reached back behind my head, with dirty hands for any part of him I could grab, as I moaned his name.

Several minutes of caressing his head with my hands and feeling what he was doing to me had me ready to return to the bedroom. I said, "Let's go inside, my sweetheart." But he whispered "No! I want you here and now! Just like you are!" he then let go of my breasts. with one hand holding the curve of my hip he used the other to push the center of my back, pitching me forward, leaving me bent over with my hands and forearms on the ground.

I felt him lift the back of my smock, fractions of a second before I felt the head of his penis rub up and down in my crease, searching and then finding my entrance. My God I was wet, now I wanted him to plow my personal field.

As he thrust forward into me I lunged my buttocks back into him. Henri had only taken me once like this and it had hurt me when he did. But this? This with the young man who was plunging into me over and over like a metronome, scraping that little pleasure spot on the front wall of my channel, as his balls tapped my joy button!

Though he was considerably wider and stretched me more than Henri ever did he didn't hurt me in this position. I loved the feeling of being opened repeatedly as he thrust into me and then retreated.

This was perfect! With every thrust into my womanhood, I heard a gasping moan being forced along with the air from my lungs. I had never been taken like this, for this long! It was glorious! The pressure of my pleasure built with every deep thrust of his lap connecting with my buttocks as he built up a gradual speed and intensity as I felt his tension when he gripped my hip bones firmer.

In this position he was deeper and thicker, pleasurably filling me far better, than any of the others we had tried, as he thrust within me.

I felt him just gently tap the doorway to my womb. How long this went on I have no recollection of. I just know that I felt myself clamping hard at my entrance, as a spasm of throbbing tensions shot from my opening to my womb in concert with my climax as it blinded me to nothing but the explosion of color behind my eyelids, I heard myself say "Oh! Yes give me your seed!" As My hands curled into the fragrant, earthy goodness of my garden, I heard him emit that masculine roar in time with the rhythmic hard spurts of heat from his body against my cervix. One, Two three, four, five. Five? I think I felt five of them splashing against my inner walls.

Yes, I think five good jets of his seed, followed by smaller ones. Feeling his pulsing at my entrance along with the sensation of him completing his portion within me, set off another climax and I felt my womanhood milk him for more of his seed. Thinking at the time I'm glad I am too old to conceive a child, but I almost wish I could still carry another baby, maybe a son this time. But, I am also very glad that my nearest neighbor is five miles away and over a hill.

I felt him pull away with a slurping sound from our genitals, and a veritable cascading waterfall of semen now spilling from my opening to run the length of my still splayed labia to anoint my still throbbing with joy pleasure button, before it fell to fertilize the ground below. I was amazed that my thighs shook as I came yet again, from the feeling of his fluids leaving me. Gradually, I regained my breath and realized I still had my fingers sunk deep into the soft earth as though I was afraid I would fall off the carousel of delight.

When I shakily stood up what fluids that had remained in me, came gushing out, running down both thighs, again leaving me with a soggy, semen slick and sticky crotch. Not since my wedding night had I been so inundated by a man! I reasoned that I had to get cleaned up before I helped the young man hang out the bedclothes to dry or I would soil them for sure. All the time thinking he is getting better with every encounter, and I am so grateful that he can't get me with child no matter how much seed he pours into my womanly parts!"