A continuing story, this part of consensual sex between two hot older women.
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It had certainly been an interesting few weeks.
For starters, I made my grandson Bradley cum in his pants.
Then I seduced him, having sex with him, raw, romantic wonderful sex.
And we continued to. Often. And with ever-increasing passion.
Weeks later, I confessed to my best friend, Tobey. Which caused us to admit our sexual attraction for one another.
Whereupon Tobey and I devised a plan for her to seduce him by my pool. Which I watched, secretly, and later blew him and swallowed his load in the kitchen. And after that, she fingered his tight little asshole to make him cum again, with me in the adjacent room.
An interesting few weeks may be putting it mildly.
My name is Lannie Markum. I am 64, a sexy 64 I must say, silver haired, well kept and with a voracious sexual appetite which recently has taken those interesting turns.
Bradley, my handsome, strapping 19-year-old grandson, had come to help me one day putting away things in my attic, and later changing light bulbs in my kitchen.
I'd been on a ladder, the young man's hands cupping my thighs in my sinfully short shorts, and I couldn't help but notice his growing sexual attraction, evidenced by his moans and groans as he held my muscular old legs and, I presumed, looking up under my shorts to my ass as he did.
I'd stumbled backwards, onto his shoulders and straddling them with my thighs, which led me to shifting around to accidentally push my pussy into his face.
I say accidentally, but at my sexual core I knew it was something I wanted to happen.
And it did, as we stumbled about awkwardly, my crotch at his shocked face, my thighs locked tight and keeping him in place, and we fell to the floor, with Bradley's sexual urgency increasing to the point the poor boy ejaculated in his pants.
Which should have been where I left it, where propriety should have precluded more, something I should have resisted the urge to continue. But I didn't. I couldn't. After the initial shock and embarrassment of us both, I then seduced my grandson.
And it was glorious, forbidden and perverse and the best sex I'd ever had.
We couldn't stop, and continued to have sex whenever possible, keeping it between us, telling no one. Who would believe us, who could believe such a thing would happen? Who wanted to be judged for it? What could be more perverse than a grandmother having sex with her grandson?
But it gnawed at me, more and more until that afternoon when one of my best friends stopped by, Tobey Wolfsen, a 61-year-old free spirit in whom I'd often confided my deepest, darkest secrets.
I don't know what possessed me to tell her, perhaps it was the wine we were drinking, perhaps it was the urge to tell someone, particularly Tobey, whom I knew to be liberal and non-judgmental. As I told her, I was comforted to see her be far from shocked.
In fact, she embraced and encouraged it and at the same time, confessed her own sexual attraction to me.
Which made me admit mine of hers.
And then we concocted a plan of her own seduction of the dear boy. She would borrow a bathing suit from me, and in which she looked stunning, and have her way with Bradley after I left the house for awhile under the pretense of doing business.
The plan, of course, included me sneaking back to watch from my pantry where my delicious friend seduced my grandson, sucking his cock and sharing his cum with him, and then fucking him as she hung from the diving board.
Then, feigning my return from "work," I took my grandson inside where, as he watched Tobey lounging by the pool through the slider, I knelt in my kitchen and sucked him off.
Moments after that, as I sat in the other room watching in a mirror as I pretended to work on my laptop, Tobey finger fucked Bradley's asshole to worm another load from the dear boy, his fourth in very little time.
An extraordinary afternoon to say the least. It didn't seem possible it could escalate into the even more sexually surreal. But it did and rather quickly.
Bradley left for home to get ready for a date that night, a date for which I and Tobey had milked him, to take the edge off his premature ejaculation problem.
And now we sat at my kitchen counter, facing each other, she still in my two-piece yellow bathing suit and smelling of sweat and sun tan oil and Bradley's cum, me in my sensible business skirt and top.
"Well now," Tobey hissed, licking her palm into which Bradley had oozed his last load moments earlier under her anal manipulation and now bringing it to my lips for a swipe of my tongue as she kissed me. "Where were we..."
"I think...we're about to start something very...special..." I said breathlessly, accepting her long tongue into my mouth.
"I have always, ALWAYS wanted to do this, baby!" she hissed, biting my tongue as she sucked it into her own mouth. "ALWAYS!"
She at first sucked on it, treating my tongue like a small, wet cock, slurping it in and out of my mouth before locking her lips to mine to kiss me with intense passion, both of us making out like long-lost lovers finding themselves again.
My arms slipped around her waist, hers around my shoulders, our chests mashed to one another's, my larger breasts hot against her tiny ones, mouths locked, tongues wetly wrestling. We kissed like horny teens, my pussy flooding as we stood, holding each other tight.
She broke the kiss, smiling at me with mischief in her beautiful eyes, and backed me toward the living room to playfully push me to my back on the couch. She flung herself atop me with her deliciously athletic body, grinning down at me and holding my arms above my head in a wrestling pin.
"You always were the take-charge type, weren't you?" I giggled, as she lay flat on me, kissing my cheeks, lapping down to my neck to make me gasp as she licked my wattle, which I'd always hated but which she now feasted on, sucking the meaty fleshiness of it, spreading my legs to push her crotch into mine. "GOD, Tobey, you are so sexy!"
"Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet," she snarled, nipping at my neck.
I heard my own animal moans escape my lips as she continued to work my throat, letting go of my hands to tear my blouse open, buttons clattering on the floor, and pull my bra down to suck the wrinkled cleavage and lap at the salty gap between my boobs.
I was overcome by her dominant nature, relishing in the sexual attack mode she was in as she ran her hands up and down my arms as they lay stretched out above my head, massaging and caressing them. Her crotch pumped into mine as my short skirt rode up to my hips, my thighs wide to accept her thrusting hips.
"Oh my God, Tobey...my God my God my God..." I groaned as she gobbled the thick meaty flesh of my tits, now fisting them in her strong hands, my own hands running through her silky blonde hair.
"God ain't gonna help you now, bitch," she snarled. "You are all MINE!"
"FUCK YES!"
She cupped the fleshy boobs hard in her fingers, lapping around the nipple and flicking her long tongue over the engorged flesh, then suckling on each one like a baby at its mother's teat.
I arched my back as she did, thrusting my pussy against hers, locking my long legs around her slender waist and squeezing as she nursed at my boobs.
"Love your legs, baby, love 'em locked around me," she hissed, biting my nipples and making me yelp in sweet pain. "Squeeze me, baby, keep me tight against your hot pussy!"
She suckled on my tits for a long minute, pumping her crotch to mine, and then pushed my legs apart to kneel up between my thighs and peel off her bikini top as she smiled at me, her tiny little titties bouncing into view. I groaned at the sight of them and slithered out of my skirt and panties, exposing my dripping bush to her.
She looked at it, licking her lips and peeled out of her bottom, showing me the soaking wet crotch panel.
"Wow, I did that to you?" I laughed.
"Oh yeah," she hissed, shocking me by holding it to my nose. "Smell it...lick it..."
I did, relishing her funky cunt smell, musky and ripe. She laughed and pulled it to her face to do the same. Tossing it aside, she drew me up to my knees.
"God, Tobey, I can't believe this...I can't believe this is happening!" I cried out as we now knelt up on the couch, face to face, kissing and holding one another, naked bodies sweaty and warm and pressed tightly together, our flesh slick and slippery.
"Oh, it's happening, girlfriend, it is SO happening!" she growled, kissing me and pumping her pussy against mine. "God, Lannie, you are so fucking sexy!"
She forced me to my back again, slowly straddling my hips, her legs over them, mashing her own hairy pussy to mine, clit to clit and starting a pounding rhythm, her hands on my tits tweaking the nipples as she sat up grinding me.
"OH FUCK OH FUCK!" I screamed as her slender ass bounced up and down, slamming her pussy into mine, her fingers working my titties.
"Feels good, doesn't it baby!" Tobey growled, eyes wide and watching me writhe beneath her. "It's calling tribbing, sweetheart, when I fuck your pussy with MY pussy! Do ya like it, baby, huh, do ya!"
