Milf Chaser

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

MILF Chaser Ch. 2

Dale heard the sound of tires on gravel and turned to see a medium-sized SUV coming down the drive. He shielded his eyes from the morning sun and smiled when he saw the driver. Dale looked back into the cargo area of his van, then reached in to pull a quartet of magnetic signs out. He lifted them up to have a look at them.

Dale's Handyman Service, Licenced, Bonded and Insured

. They would need replacing soon, he figured, and wondered if maybe he'd just forgo it and retire when the old signs faded to unreadability.

He turned and smiled broadly as Jace pulled up next to the van and shut off the ignition. "Hey bud, we weren't expecting you. What brings you out this way?"

Jace looked at the older man through his open side window and then glanced at the backpack on the seat next to him. He sighed and looked back at Dale. "Nothing important, Grandpa, I just need to speak with Gran about something."

The older man smiled. "She's either in the kitchen or the mudroom. She's repotting her hanging plants this morning." He slapped one sign on the van's door, and then turned back to his grandson. "Hey, you wouldn't be free this coming weekend, would you?" Dale pointed a calloused hand at the barn. "We had a roof leak and some boards in the loft have rotted. I could really use a hand replacing them. I'd ask your dad, but..."

Jace chuckled and nodded. To a rough and handy guy like his grandfather, having a son-in-law like Jace's dad was a bitter pill. Ungainly and raised by an equally unhandy father, his dad was the last person you wanted wielding a hammer or power saw. But he was a

good father

and a successful corporate accountant. His family had never wanted for much.

"Yeah, I can do that," Jace said, hardly thinking about it as he got out of his car.

Dale chucked his grandson on the shoulder. "Attaboy. Bring a couple of changes of clothes and we'll put you up in the guest room. Save you some gas money and you can enjoy some of your grandma's cooking. It'll be like old times."

The young man glanced down at the gravel driveway.

Yeah, she can sure cook

, Jace thought to himself.

And not just in the kitchen

. He looked at his grandfather's transit van. "Heading off to a job?"

The former general contractor turned handyman nodded. "Yep, the fella I sold the company to, needs some extra hands on a new project." He smiled. "I don't have any other jobs going right now and it keeps me out of your grandmother's hair."

Again, Jace's mind went elsewhere.

Not that much hair there

, he thought, thinking of the smoothly shaved pussy he had licked and fucked the evening before. He reached across the driver's seat and grabbed his backpack. "Okay. I'll see you on Saturday," he said as he turned towards the house, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting forces.

He barely heard his grandfather's reply and before he got to the front porch, heard the van's tires backing down the driveway. In front of the door, he stopped and took a deep breath before thumbing the latch and pushing the door open.

The 1930s farmhouse had been completely remodeled when Jace was in high school. Though still rustic looking, it now had the big open floor plan that everyone wants, with the living room, dining room and kitchen in one enormous space. On the wall at the foot of the staircase was his grandmother's collection of kabuki masks. Nineteen in all, with an empty nail for a twentieth.

"Did you forget something, Dale?" Jace heard a feminine voice from his right. He pushed the door closed and then replied.

"It's me, Grandma."

Amber spun in surprise and her eyes went wide when they settled on her grandson. Dressed in his customary jeans and a button down short-sleeve shirt, he was a fine figure of a young man and she'd always thought so.

"Jace, umm, what brings

you

by?" she said nervously. She turned back to the counter and added some more potting soil to the plant in front of her so he wouldn't notice her hands shaking.

Taking another deep breath, Jace walked into the kitchen and couldn't help but admire his grandmother's physique in an entirely new light. She wore a pair of gray sweat-shorts with the word 'juicy' printed across her ass and a pink halter top. He'd never seen her dressed so casually. She was always the picture of the demure woman. A grandmother. Her gray hair was worn loose with bangs and it fell to her shoulders in a graceful curve.

Biting her bottom lip, Amber listened to his footsteps over the tile floor and waited for him to speak. She started when a black domino mask was dropped onto the counter next to her. She looked at it, examined the hand-painted silver scroll work and then exhaled sharply. "Well, I guess I can put the fox mask back on the wall," she said, feeling some of the nervousness drain from her.

"If you had driven

your

car instead of Grandpa's van, it would have just been another silver four-door in a parking lot, and we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Amber turned and looked at her grandson. "It's in the shop. Those silly fuel injectors again! Christ, Jace, I never imagined seeing my grandson on that slave block!"

Frowning, Jace stepped up to her. "You knew it was me!" he almost shouted.

"Of course I did. From the moment I saw you in that line-up." Her hand caressed over his stomach gently, and Jace flinched. "I'd know that little strawberry birthmark next to your belly button, anywhere."

"Then why?!" he exclaimed with a wild mixture of fear and arousal in his gut. He could smell her perfume and see down the neckline of the halter top at her creamy cleavage, unfettered by a bra.

Her hand slid around his waist and held him in place. "Oh Sweetie, because I wanted you! Ever since you grew into such a handsome and well-put-together young man, I've

wanted

you." Her voice dropped an octave as she said 'wanted,' for the second time. Amber sniffed and let her gaze drop down his chest. "I know I shouldn't. A grandmother shouldn't think of her grandson this way, but I guess I'm not your ordinary sort of grandmother." She felt his body tremble under her hands.

Amber's eyes met his. "The question is, what sort of grandson are you? Are you the sort who can understand that we are just two consenting adults who had a great time together, or have I just sent you into some rather expensive therapy?"

Jace had spent nearly the entire previous evening pondering the same question. "You're cheating on Grandpa," he said flatly.

Amber's mouth twisted into a scowl and her right hand shot out and pushed him hard in the breadbasket. Jace stepped back with an exhale of air. "Don't you ever think it! I would never cheat on your grandfather!"

Blinking hard, Jace looked at her in amazement. "Then he... he knows?"

Her frown turned into an 'are you an idiot?' expression. "Well, of course he knows. He and I have been swinging together for decades." Amber watched her grandson shake his head in amazement.

"Then... he was there that night? Another of the men lined up with me?" Jace hadn't considered it. Behind a mask, he'd never have known if his own grandfather was in the room. Dale was still in great shape for a guy in his sixties. Active and strong as an ox.

His grandmother's lips pursed. "Well, no. Dale hasn't gone with me for about six years. But he

does

know that I went."

Astounded beyond words, Jace turned and walked into the living room and sat down on the loveseat, pondering this great revelation. Amber padded on bare feet and sat down beside him with a concerned look. Jace looked at her. "Does he like it? Like being a cuckold, I mean?"

Amber shook her head. "No, we don't really speak of it when I come home. Beyond, 'Did you have a good time?' He knows I have needs and knows how much I loved it when we were swinging together, so when he lost interest, he encouraged me to keep going."

Jace couldn't imagine anyone losing interest in having wild sex with such a sexy and feminine older woman.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him towards her. "So now answer

my question.

Can you accept we are just two people with a ton of sexual chemistry, or are you going to freak out?"

"I... I don't..." Jace paused and shook the uncomfortable question from his mind. "You were the one who freaked out. Why did you leave so soon last night?" he explained.

His grandmother's smile turned seductive, and she straightened, thrusting her full tits forward. Jace blinked hard when he saw her nipples poking into the ribbed fabric of her halter top. She leaned forward and cupped her grandson's cock with her right hand and her grin turned even more wicked when she found it hard and pushing against the zipper of his jeans.

"Because I was just moments away from pulling off my mask and sucking your cock until it was hard enough for you to fuck me again. I wanted you to see me, and look into my eyes and know me as you filled my cunt with your cum."

Amber couldn't get enough of her grandson's awestruck expression. "What do you think, handsome? Shall we give that a try now? Your grandfather won't be home until four, and I know we could have quite an afternoon." She leaned forward and Jace felt his grandmother's lips graze his, softly.

For a moment he balanced on an emotional precipice, torn between taking his grandmother like an animal on the throw rug where he'd played as a boy, and running like a frightened child.

"I, ah... I have to go. I have a showing at twelve and I still need to go over the seller's paperwork." He rose, looking down at his grandmother, who remained sitting, looking up into his dark eyes.

"Honey, please, sit down. Let's talk about this. I'm sorry I came on so strong." Amber said with a concerned expression.

Jace put his hands out defensively. "No, it's fine. I just need to..."

When he didn't continue for several seconds, she whispered. "Need to what?" Their eyes met again, and he turned and walked from the house without looking back.

Jace had backed halfway down the driveway when he glanced forward to see his beautiful grandmother, that wondrous sexual creature that filled his imagination. She was waving with a sad expression. Breathing heavily, Jace had to stop his SUV when he got to the paved cul-de-sac and let his head hit the steering wheel. He'd just remembered he'd promised his grandfather that he'd stay the weekend.

***

Cathy fell back on the sheets, panting heavily. Sweat was dripping down her ribs. The intense orgasm she'd just experienced had her body so flushed with those wonderful 'feel good' hormones that she didn't want to move and ruin the glorious moment. She ordinarily didn't cum from just penetration, but her young lover had pounded into her until she could hardly think straight.

"Holy smokes, Jace. Are you mad at me or something?" She continued when she saw a questioning look on his sweaty face. "Because that surely felt like a grudge fuck! I'm gonna feel that for days!"

Jace looked at her beautiful, sexy body with a fair bit of shame. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you."

Cathy chuckled and wiped sweat from her eyes with both hands. "Oh, you did, but you won't catch me complaining." She rolled toward him. "But seriously, are you okay? You've been quiet this past week."

Jace did the only thing he felt he could do in this situation. He lied. "I have a couple of particularly tough sales in the works. Sellers who don't want to put more money into the home to sell it, and buyers who want a used home to look as pristine as a brand new one." He looked into her eyes. "I guess I just took my frustrations out on your beautiful body."

The curvy blonde's face softened at the compliment, and she smiled. "Well, I'll tell you what. The next time you feel so pent up, you come over here and let me ease your stress." She caressed her hand over her inflamed pussy. "Just give me a few days between each visit, okay?"

"Okay." Jace laughed.

Cathy smiled and laid her chin on his chest and looked into his eyes. "So speaking of visits, the weekend after next, I'm having Mitch and Susie over for a little housewarming sex party with another couple from our little club." Jace held his breath, afraid of the names he was about to hear. "Lloyd and Connie. They are a real blast. He's hung like a fucking horse and she's a former Vegas showgirl, or so she claims. She certainly has the figure for it. How she kept it after four children is anyone's guess. I only had Trevor and needed these afterward." She shook her enhanced tits and giggled. "I only went up one cup size, I swear."

She was happy to see a smile on Jace's face, and her dark brown eyes bored into his. "I've told her all about you, and she wanted me to make sure you were available."

Jace nodded and then sighed. "This weekend... I'm helping out my family, but next weekend, I'm free."

Throwing her legs over the edge of the bed, Cathy sat and shook out her pale blonde hair. "That's great. Hey, tell your mom I said hi, but God help us if she ever finds out we're fucking."

***

"So, Jace, are you seeing anyone?" Dale asked his grandson over the table where they were having Saturday brunch. He'd only been there an hour, but in that time had to break uncomfortable eye contact with his grandmother three times. She surely didn't seem to have the same difficulty with the situation as he did. Every time he looked at her, the thoughts that went through his head made his stomach tie up in knots.

About halfway through the meal, his grandfather excused himself to the restroom, citing a need for some antacid before the spicy breakfast links gave him heartburn before noon. Her eyes were soft when Amber looked over at him and set her hand over his. "Sweetie, we need to talk about this."

Jace shook his head. "What we did and what you apparently still want to do is incest. It's wrong."

Amber's expression turned from concerned to disdain. "Pfft," she waved the idea away. "The rules or laws against that sort of thing were written to keep cousins and siblings from having kids with three heads. It has no bearing on our situation."

His eyes got wide. "No bearing?!"

She shook her head. "No, not unless my fallopian tubes magically reconnect themselves and I wasn't post-menopausal. There isn't even the slightest chance of me getting pregnant," she said in a strained whisper.

She squeezed his hand. "Baby, we are just two adults who want each other. You can't tell me that's not true. The way you look at me sure makes this old chick feel good about herself. I guess all those hours on my elliptical machine were worth it, huh?" she paused and looked into his dark eyes. "Your logical brain says it's wrong, because that's what society would have you think, but your primal instincts crave the intimacy we shared, don't they?"

Jace was saved from having to respond by Dale's return to the dining room. "So, are you ready to get to work? The lumber is on the one-ton and we need to drag the radial arm saw out into the middle of the barn and set up the sawhorses."

Amber patted her grandson's hand again. "You fellas be careful and come back with the same amount of fingers you have now. You hear me?"

Both men chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."

***

Thirty minutes later, both men stood in the barn's hayloft looking at an area of rotted wood about six feet square. "I know I should have gotten all that old straw out of there when we sold the milking cows, but it just wasn't high on my priority list. I didn't know the roof was leaking above it."

Jace nodded before slipping on his work gloves and slapping his pry bar against his leather covered palm. He was about to step forward when his grandfather spoke again. "So, umm... Amber has told me that you have become aware of her evenings with our friends."

Jace was so surprised he nearly dropped the pry bar. "Grandpa, umm..."

Dale held up his gloved hand. "Now, I don't want to know the details of your own sex life or how you came to be at that event, but you need to know that I'm okay with what she's doing. We had a very good swinging group, people we know and trust and who keep their activities within the group and get tested frequently. I'm still friends with every one of them."

Since the door was open on the subject, Jace felt emboldened to ask what had been on his mind. "Grandma said you haven't gone for a while."

His face coloring a little, Dale nodded. "Remember that carcinoma I had on the back of my neck a while back?" When Jace said he remembered, Dale continued. "Well, the radiation that treated it did a number on my pituitary gland, and now my hormones are all out of whack."

He saw the crestfallen look on his grandson's face. "Now don't get in a twist about it. I can still get it up and give your grandma a hard time, but my sex drive is severely diminished. At that point, I couldn't see a point in continuing to go." When Jace didn't reply, Dale nodded, and it seemed to conclude the discussion. Both men stepped towards the rotted area and they got to work.

***

Hours later, with the job done, Dale caught Jace after a shower. "So, tomorrow I have a Sunday thing with some friends to watch the evening football games down at a local sports bar? Would you like to join us? I won't say I've never had to take an Uber home, but I rarely get plowed."

Both men laughed. "I think I'll head home. I have a closing at 10 am on Monday and I want to double check the contracts." After Dale nodded and chucked him on the shoulder, Jace headed to the guest bedroom. He couldn't count the number of nights he'd spent in the room and was surprised to find Amber in there waiting for him.

She was dressed in a thin pair of shorts and a halter top that was tight enough he could feel his cock swell instantly in his basketball shorts.

His foxy grandmother sat on a low backed reading chair in the corner with her legs crossed. She didn't miss it when he hurriedly put a shirt on, covering his naked chest.

"So, have you given any thought to what we discussed this morning?" she asked quietly.

Jace nodded. He sure had, nearly to the exclusion of all else. "Grandpa might be fine with your swinging group, but I doubt he'd be okay with this."

Amber's left eyebrow went up. "He trusts me to be careful with my choice of lovers, only partying with people he knows and trusts.

I know

he trusts

you.

"

His mouth fell open. "Yeah, but that's not..." He was cut off when she rose from the chair and pointed to the right with her thumb.

"Shall we go ask him? We could tell him what happened the other night, and then see what he says. I'm not afraid to do it. How about you?" she asked with a serious tone and expression.

The very idea terrified him. "No, we will

definitely not

be doing that."

In an eye-blink, she was in front of him, her body pressed against his. Pinned between the bed and his grandmother's exquisite curves, there was nowhere he could go. "So, shall I come visit you tonight? See if we can find that spark again?" She smiled and gave her body a little shake against his. "You felt so good inside me. Like you belonged there."

Jace shivered and exhaled deeply. The idea of fucking this sexy woman while his grandfather slept just down the hall both aroused and terrified him. "Oh, Gran. Please don't ask me, I can't..."

She could see the battle going on inside him and pulled back. "Okay. I get it. I know that it's a hard thing to wrap your brain around."

He frowned. "It didn't seem to hold you up the other night."

Amber giggled delightedly. "To quote the most famous sailor of all time, 'I am, what I am', and what I am, is a bit of a

slut

." The way she said the last word, drawing it out with an emphasis on the L, made his heart race.