A continuation of the fantasy. I hope this part of the story is as much fun to read, as it was to write. I do plan to add another chapter or so. Your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.
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The warm sand felt good on my bare feet, as I walked over to a small hill overlooking the beach and sat down. It was close to 4pm on a very nice Friday afternoon but must have been too early since there were only a few people out on the sand. Most were jocks, but there were a couple of fine looking young women, including one in a green string bikini with enormous, although I suspect fake, tits. She smiled warmly in my direction as she passed and I let my gaze linger on her round tight ass until she was too far away to see it clearly. But my mind wasn't on scoring a beauty from the beach crowd. Been there, done that. Several times since I moved here, as a matter of fact.
No. Today my mind was occupied with the knowledge that my Mother was going to be here tomorrow. She had called this morning to let me know that she would drive up to visit and was looking forward to seeing me again. Since her call time just seemed to slow to a crawl. Tick-tock, tick-tock the clock in my head chimed mockingly. My head was filled with memories of her last visit nearly five weeks ago. It had been two weeks of the most intense sex I have ever had. After coming to grips with the idea of us becoming lovers, she had turned into a fiery dynamo full of passion and heat. It was like she had been dying of thirst, and riding me damn near into exhaustion was the only thing that would quench that thirst. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Yes, it was going to be a long night.
By 9pm I had cleaned the place spotless just to keep myself busy. I also made sure my replenished cooking-oil supply was safely tucked in the cabinet under the kitchen sink. Better safe than sorry I figured. I tried to watch some TV but my excitement was only growing with each passing minute. Mom was coming. Sleep proved to be a fleeting thing. Memories of how she had sat on my stiff rod while I sucked on those hard nipples of hers bounced around my head until I was left with only one thing to do. Getting out of bed I went to the bathroom and pulled on my cock until I was left drained. This seemed to help a little and sleep finally came.
The next morning I was just finishing my first cup of coffee when the front door opened and Mom rushed in. Quickly standing I rushed to her. She threw her arms around my neck and I cupped both her small round ass-cheeks and lifted her three inches off the floor. She was giggling as I spun us around in circles before I noticed the figure standing in the doorway. Freezing in my tracks, Mom's feet dangling and my hands filled with her ass-cheeks, I stared at the smiling face of Grandma Elsie, my Mom's mother.
"That's some welcome there boy," was the first thing out of her mouth, followed by, "Don't I get a hug?"
Placing Mom down, I walked to Grandma and put my arms around her waist then squeezed her to me. She hugged me back and whispered in my ear, "What, no ass grab for your dear ole granny?"
I knew she was only joking but I reached down and grabbed both her buns in my hands and squeezed. She squealed like a little girl and called me a naughty boy, before breaking the hug. I was completely surprised by the firmness of her butt.
"What a nice surprise," I said, turning to look at Mom with a wondering look on my face.
"Why don't you get our bags Tom, then we'll explain," Mom stated.
They each had only an overnight bag apiece so I put them in the bedroom, I returned to find both women in the kitchen fixing themselves cups of coffee. Hearing me Mom turned and asked if I wanted one too, a sad "I'm sorry" look on her face. I told her sure then stood there and watched them work.
Mom was wearing her favorite pink summer dress and having already felt her ass I knew she wasn't wearing panties. I could see her hair had been lightened and there were blonde highlights added in. I thought it made her look younger somehow. There was a healthy glow about her that I found appealing. Grandma Elsie had on a maroon floral print skirt that went to her ankles, and a light tan blouse that barely hid the color of the black bra she was wearing.
Standing there looking at the two women I couldn't help but compare them. Grandma was about four inches taller than Mom's five-one, and she probably weighed around one-thirty or so. I can positively say that her ass is a little meatier than Mom's, but not fat by any stretch of the imagination. Another thing about Grandma Elsie is her hips are wider and she has fairly large breast. About a 36D cup would be my guess. Her wavy shoulder length hair was dyed a bluish-silver, which I thought gave her an air of upper-class society. When she turned to face me I was pleasantly surprised to see her face was smooth and tanned a golden bronze.
"You're looking fabulous Grandma," I told her.
She beamed at my compliment and said, "Not bad for a sixty-six year old, huh?"
"Not bad at all Grandma," I replied.
"Takes a lot of work when you're my age, but you don't have to worry yet boy," she said.
She hardly ever called me by my name. It was always "boy", and I suspect always would be. I just put it down as being one of her quirks. We only saw each other on the holidays that she showed up for, usually Christmas or Thanksgiving, but never both in the same year. When Grandpa Jack suddenly died ten years ago she sold off their sizable farm next to Dad's, moved to Arizona and never looked back. As her golden tan can attest, life in the desert was good to her. She had invested smartly and was now comfortably well off. The whole family was happy for her and told her to enjoy life, something that I'm pretty sure she did. She did stay in touch with everyone, even calling me a few times to see how I was doing.
Since I only have two dining room chairs, we took our cups into the front room and settled on the couch. Mom told me that Grandma had been at the farm when she told Dad she was coming to see me. Wanting to see the ocean and lay on the beach was too much to pass up so she had decided to come too.
"So, what have you been up to Grandma," I inquired.
"Working on my tan and spending time at the gym," came her reply.
"How much time are you spending in the gym," Mom asked her.
"Enough time to stay in shape, and window shop all the hot young studs there," Elsie laughed.
"You're terrible Mom," my Mother said to her.
"You only live once Doris. Best to grab life by the balls while you can," she snickered.
We all cracked up with that. I asked how long they could stay and was told only for the weekend. When I asked if it was a problem for them to share the bedroom Mom said she wanted to sleep on the couch, and Grandma could take the bed. Both argued a little about who would sleep where until Mom finally got her way. With that settled we made plans to stroll over to the beach later and have an impromptu picnic on the sand. We would get some fried chicken from the vendors near the beach, and a couple bottles of wine from the store down the street. I stayed on the couch while they went and put away their stuff. I was wondering if Mom had brought her power toy.
After they finished and came back into the front room we chatted some more, catching up on what was new with everyone and everything it seemed to me. Time wasn't going tick-tock, tick-tock anymore. If anything it was speeding up, something I definitely didn't want to happen. Mom wanted to stretch her legs so she volunteered to walk to the store for the wine since it was in the opposite direction as the beach. Grandma said she was going to change into her swimsuit and headed to the bedroom.
"Do you want me to come with you Mom," I asked.
"No sweetie, you stay and keep your Grandmother company. I won't be long," she said.
When Mom left I got up and seeing the bathroom door shut, I figured that Grandma was in there, so I went to the bedroom to get some beachwear. The door was ajar and I pushed it opened and stepped inside. Grandma Elsie was not in the bathroom. She was standing right in front of me by the bed, completely naked and holding the bottoms of her swimsuit. The first thing that ran through my head was, "Holy shit. This woman can't be sixty-six years old." Her bronze tan didn't cover her breast or hip area and the skin was white as snow. Her sizable tits had only a little sag to them, the dark brown areolas and pointy nipples in stark contrast to the white of her large globes. Lowering my eyes I saw her tummy had a small bulge but looked solid, and over her mound was a neatly trimmed bush of grey and brown pubic hair. She stared at my slag- jawed face but made no effort to cover herself. A sly smile played on what I saw were very full lips. With my face burning red hot I apologized profusely, while backing out and closing the door behind me. I ran to the couch and flopped down on it waiting for Grandma to come and ream my ass.
When she came out all she did was smile and then asked, "Well boy, what do you think of your old granny?"
"Very impressive Grandma," I managed to stammer, still waiting for her to come unglued.
She just walked into the kitchen and got some more coffee instead. My sigh of relief hung there in the air. The semi-transparent white cover-up she had on did nothing to hide her modest beige swimsuit from me prying eyes. The bottoms covered the swell of her ass quite nicely and her large breasts were completely encased in the cups of her top. It was while I watched her ass cheeks bounce with each step she took that the word juicy popped into my head. A smile crossed my lips. I now knew for sure that I hadn't outgrown my adolescent perv stage after all. Hell, I might have even started to drool if Mom hadn't chosen that moment to get back from the store.
After figuring out what we would need at our picnic I put it all in a large canvas tote that had been lying around unused in my closet. We had paper cups, napkins, wine, suntan oil and towels in case anyone decided to swim. I knew it was going to be a bitch to get all the sand out of it, but I grabbed the comforter that Mom and I had started our incestuous relationship on. I found it oddly titillating that Grandma would be lounging on the spot were I had stuffed my cock into her daughter.
"Are you going to change into a swimsuit," I asked Mom.
"No. I think I'll just wear what I have on. Besides, I don't even own a one," she answered.
"They sell those butt floss thong ones by the beach. We can stop and get you one of those, I'll pay even," I teased her.
