Jolene was dressed up in the fanciest clothes she had: a black skirt and a floral print blouse with a ruffle thing in the front. All conservative and tasteful. Her newly dyed black hair was in her old hairstyle, swept up with a tight bun in the back. She was meeting with her women's bible study group in the front living room when I told her that there was a phone call for her. I led her to my bedroom, and closed the door behind us. Then she saw the look on my face.
"Oh Jake, not now!"
"Especially now!"
"The ladies are right over there! They'll hear anything we do."
"Not if you keep quiet."
"This is wicked!" she tried to break away, but I stopped her. I gotta say, she didn't try very hard, and I swear I saw a small smile in the corner of her mouth. "You get on your knees and take off your blouse, I'll go make an excuse." I went to the living room and told the three ladies present that Jolene had to take a phone call from a sick relative back in Carolina. They nodded their understanding, and clucked with sympathy. When i got back to my room, Grandma Jolene was kneeling on a cushion, her blouse off and her tits completely exposed. She had 38 D breasts, and despite her age they only sagged a little.
"I didn't recall asking you to take off your bra."
"I hope that's all right?"
"This time, yes." I pulled out my 19 year-old cock. Remember our quickie training? This will be like that but for blowjobs."
"I understand." She said with a seriousness that almost made me laugh.
"So, start off like we did the other day . ." She started to take her glasses off, but I stopped her.
"No, leave them on." She shrugged and put them back on.
Then she took my cock in her hands and ran her tongue up and down my shaft, in one long lick, and then swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. Damn! All that tentative, unsure behavior was gone! She kissed and sucked away like it was the most natural thing in the world. I thought I'd have to give her more instructions, but she was stroking my shaft with her hands while tonguing the underside of my cock, just like I showed her.
"Oh hell yes, Jolene, get that cock good and hard!" I stage whispered.
She popped my cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "Don't swear in this household!" She looked at me seriously through her church-lady glasses and then started flicking the head of my cock with her tongue, like a snake. It wasn't the most pleasurable sensation, but seeing my half naked big-tittied Grandma kissing my dick like a cobra in heat was so hot my cock pulsed in her hand.
"Put your hands on my hips." I told her. She did so and I began a gentle fucking of her mouth, slowly making my cock disappear in that luscious orifice, and then pulling it back out again. Her mouth conformed to my dick perfectly as I pulled it in and out of her mouth. This was a woman who actually cared about how she sucked a cock. She wasn't trying to just finish and move on, she was giving me all I asked for, and it was heavenly. I couldn't dawdle though, as her group was waiting for her to return.
"Okay, now put both your hands on my cock and jack it off. That's it, now do that thing I showed you on the head of my cock while you pump my shaft. Yes, now suck a little harder. . . oh yes...oh hell yes..." I was gritting my teeth and leaning against a door to keep from falling over. She had my dick right where I wanted her to have it! She kept her hands stroking my cock like a champ. I should have figured she'd have a great stroke with all those years working her ass off on the Chevy assembly line.
She was leaning into me now, devouring me, in complete control of my cock as I felt myself start to come. She sensed it as well and clamped down tight as I shot my load. I felt like I came for a whole minute, as her velvety mouth pulled every bit of cum out of me, without spilling a drop. When she popped my soft dick out of her mouth, I crumpled into a nearby chair. She primly smiled and adjusted her glasses as she got up and put on her bra and blouse.
"Is it allright if I return, now?" she asked me, with a little self satisfied smirk on her face.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Oh, and I told them you had a call from a sick relative in Carolina."
"Carolina. Thank you." She left the room, and I moved over to the bed and melted into the mattress, wallowing in the after glow. Her meeting went on for a couple hours and then dinner time came. Grandpa came home and ate with a minimum of fuss, and fell asleep watching MASH on the TV. After he went to bed and started rattling the windows with his snoring, I found Grandma in the kitchen cutting up some peaches from the trees in the back yard. She was humming an old country song, and I watched for about twenty minutes as she put together her famous Peach Pie. God knows how many pies she had made in her life since she was a little girl up on Lookout Mountain. Her fingers moved with that swift sureness that only comes with decades of experience. From crust, to the pie pan, to the sweet stewed-up peach filling, to the lacing and crimping of the crust, it was like a dance of baking, and I felt foolish for never before noticing the beauty of the act.