Another episode of the fantasy. Hope you enjoy.
My eyes blinked several times before adjusting to the brightness of a new day streaming in through the bedroom window. Craning my head on a stiff neck, I glanced toward the window and saw the blinds had been opened enough for the morning sunlight to enter. My whole body felt sore, as if I'd been rode hard and put away wet. I was puzzled as to why, until I remembered last night's activities. Oh yeah. I had been ridden hard, and yes, I was wet when I went to sleep. I remember being sandwiched between Mom and Grandma on the big bed when we finally decided to get some sleep. Both women had snuggled into my arms and quickly fell into a contented sleep with their heads resting on my shoulders. I remember the warmth of their breast pressed into the sides of my chest each with one of their legs thrown over one of mine. I must have fallen asleep in that position which explained at least some of my stiffness.
Sitting up I looked around the room. The dining chair was gone but I noticed my pajama bottoms were lying neatly at the foot of the bed. Mom must have brought them from the office I thought, as I slipped into them and headed to the kitchen without bothering with a shirt. Strong coffee and maybe a handful of aspirin was what I needed right now.
Both women were at the dining table sipping coffee and looked in my direction as I approached them. Grandma was wearing a plain white slip that showed an abundance of cleavage and Mom was in the clothes she had arrived in yesterday. Neither of them said anything to me until I had a cup of coffee in my hands and was leaning against the counter near the sink.
"You sleep okay," Mom asked.
"Yeah, but I'm a little stiff," I answered, before asking, "Why are you all dressed Mom?"
"I'm sorry sweetie, but your Dad called and I'm needed at home."
"When are you leaving," I hated asking.
"Now. I was just waiting for you to get up so I could give you a goodbye kiss." With that she rose, walked over and put her tongue down my throat before I knew what was happening.
"If it's alright with you, Grandma wants to stay a while longer," she told me when her lips finally left mine.
"Sure, no problem," I managed to say, still reeling from her passionate kiss.
"Great. I'm off then," she said, then turned toward the front door were I saw her bag was waiting.
"Is everything at home okay," I asked.
"Oh sure. Your Dad just needs my help with something is all. I'll call you," she said smiling before going out the door and shutting it behind her.
Slightly stunned I ambled over and sat opposite of Grandma Elsie who hadn't uttered a single word since I got up. Looking across the table my eyes were drawn to her chest. She was holding her cup in both hands with her elbows propped on the table; her upper arms were squeezing her large breast together and up, enough that a hint of dark-brown areolas peeked out the top of her slip. She just gazed over the rim of her cup at me with a soft smile on her face.
"Do you know what's going on Grandma?"
"Well boy, apparently you're not the only one who likes that your Mother shaved her bush," she snickered.
"Huh?"
"Your Mom said your father has taken a healthy interest in oral sex since she shaved," she said amused.
A tinge of jealousy raised its ugly head but I shook it off immediately. I know that Mom really does love Dad, and if he wants to please her then I was all for it. Good for them I thought, as I blatantly stared at the tops of Grandma's snow-white tits silently hoping that one, or both of her pointy nipples would slip out and say hi.
"Are you sure it's okay that I didn't go with Doris," Grandma asked breaking my concentration.
"Positive. Stay as long as you want Grandma," I answered, then reached over and gently ran my fingertips up and down one of her forearms. Her nipples started to harden when I touched her.
"Good. And boy..."
"Yeah Grandma?"
"Considering that you fucked me half silly last night, maybe you should call me Elsie from now on."
"Okay. Elsie it is, but you can call me anything you want," I said with a wink.
Her laughter was like music and I couldn't help but join in. She told me that Mom had explained the cooking oil incident and how things got started between us. What she was more curious about was why I had slipped her the tongue while she was on the couch in the first place. She seemed to understand after I let her know that I had thought it was Mom sleeping there. Maybe it was her thinking about my tongue on her pussy, or something else I don't know, but her nipples pushed the fabric of her slip out even further. The old tingle was back in full force. I didn't try to hide the tent in my pajamas as I took our cups and refilled them, and judging by the big smile on her face when I brought them back she liked what she saw.
"Grandma...I mean Elsie. I understand you're fine with what you caught Mom and I doing. But I really would like to know why you let me make love to you," I said a little hesitantly.
"The reason I'm okay with you and Doris is that her happiness means the world to me. If having you please her makes her happy, then it's better than her going to a stranger," she replied.
"As for why I let you do me, its because after you gave me that wonderful tonguing and I saw your Mother gobbling that lovely cock of yours, well, I just got caught up in the heat of it all," she continued, then added, "Besides I know what I like, and that's to fuck, so sue me."
"Wow Elsie, you're a fantastic woman," I said sincerely.
"Bet you didn't know your granny was such a nasty old slut did you," she laughed.
"You're no slut. But you are definitely one nasty granny," I also laughed.
She leaned back in her chair smiling, her large braless breast jiggled provocatively as her rock hard nipples stared me down. The longer I stared at her tits the more I could feel Mister Woody trying to make a new hole in my pajama bottoms. It wasn't until Grandma stood up that I saw how short her slip was. Aside from the ample amount of boob it showed, the hem only came down low enough to barely cover the cheeks of her ass. She had my undivided attention when she walked over to the step stool still against the counter. I started to worry as she climbed up the first two rungs.
"Careful Elsie, I don't know how steady that thing is," I warned.
"Then be a dear and come hold me so I don't fall," she replied without looking at me.
Mister Woody pointed the way as I walked up behind her and placed both hands on her hips. The silkiness of the slip made me think twice about holding on to the outside of it so I moved them inside and up on her ripe flesh. With my hands under the slip it rode up and over her ass and had me staring directly at her crack. She appeared to be reaching for something on one of the shelves and leaned forward, slightly pushing her round buns back toward my face. I could smell the scented aroma of her bath soap as her ass got closer to my nose. With a groan, and absolutely no self-control on my part, I buried my face into her crack and started licking. She let out a little squeal when my tongue danced over her anus and a loader moan as it found the beginning of her furry crevice. I was amazed by her agility as she turned on the stool, slid to the side and sat on the countertop. She scooted back and lifting her feet onto the countertop spread her legs as far as she could. Her meaty inner lips coated in her secretions parted and I could see the opening into her hot tunnel.
"Oh my. I forgot you haven't had breakfast yet. Well by all means dig in boy," she purred.
Instantly my tongue burrowed into her slick cleft, starting at the bottom and working its way up toward her enormous clit. By the time my tongue reached it her clit had expanded and grew until it was almost an inch in length. I have only seen one this big on some porn stars and often wondered what it would be like to nibble on one this size. My lips closed around it and I swirled my tongue in circles around the tip. My saliva coated the entire length and width of her clit before running down into her already wet slit. Her hands came up and gently grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face down harder onto her hot soaked cunt.
"That's it boy! Eat granny's pussy," she encouraged.
Spurred on by her words I sucked that clit into my mouth and batted it back and forth with my tongue, before lowering my mouth and capturing her fleshy pussy lips and sucking them outward. Her ass lifted off the countertop and she smashed her fur-lined slit against my hungry mouth. Faster and faster she moved her ass up and down on my mouth, her breathing ragged, and I could feel her body start to tense up.
"You're gonna make me cum boy," she whimpered.
"OH GOD! I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!" she screamed as soon as my tongue snaked its way deep into her smoldering hole.
