Two days after my seduction by Grandma we were watching TV in the evening. In reality, we'd had a problem with concentrating, so after ten minutes she switched it off. We sat side by side on the sofa, each of us seated on a bath towel. Nan was partially lying on my chest, my left arm draped around her shoulders with my hand inside her nightie as I caressed her breast and played with the nipple. The towels were to protect the upholstery as we pleasured one another. My fingers - all of them - were inside her pussy while my thumb teased her clit. Nan's hand was doing all sorts of wonderful things to my cock, wanking me for a while, then sliding her fingers with tender care over the head, massaging the dribble of pre-cum into it. She was an expert, regularly taking me within seconds of jettisoning, but always being careful not to over excite me so I didn't climax. I wore a t-shirt and nothing else.
I'd been in this state of blissful stimulation for an hour or more, Nan had persuaded me to experience constant arousal instead of being in a rush to climax and I'd soon understood why. The feeling of a continual hard on was incredible.
Nan had managed to keep me from coming, whereas she had lost count of her orgasms. I'd discovered her G spot. Didn't know what it was at the time, but knew what it did for her. She cried out each time she had one of her multi orgasms and yet another gush of cum spilled onto my fingers. I would have been happy to work my fingers into her sopping wet hole all evening, but she stopped me.
'Enough, Bobby. You've exhausted your gran. Let me rest for a few minutes.
'Ok, Nan. I have to rest myself.' My cock was so hard through her continual attention it was a little painful. I needed relief. 'Why don't I cum into your pussy ... or even better, your mouth.
Nan had no time to respond as there was an interruption. We were in the lounge which led to the back garden. It was a wonderful warm evening, the French windows were open and we enjoyed the soothing background of Summer sounds as we played. It was then Nan's next door neighbor arrived.
Mrs Dyde stood on the threshold. 'Oh my!' she said.
'Connie,' said Nan. 'Come in.'
Mrs Dyde entered the room with a horrified expression. 'I'm sorry, Ethel. I didn't mean to disturb you while you were ...'
Nan was unfazed as though the tableau her neighbor witnessed was normal. 'Can I help you, Connie?'
Mrs Dyde was finding it difficult to concentrate her words as her concentration was fixed on my erection. 'I heard you ... groaning and thought you were ... unwell.'
Nan laughed. 'On the contrary. Thanks to my grandson's expert fingers, I'm extremely well.'
That was when I came to my senses and jumped up to leave the room.
Nan pulled on my hand. 'Stay where you are sweetie. Connie's seen a prick before.'
I sat down. Would never dare argue with Nan. I looked at Mrs Dyde. She was older than Nan, but more attractive. Normally, she dressed formally, regal would be accurate, but it was hot, so she wore a dress with a floral pattern which buttoned from top to bottom. The skin between the V of her dress was flushed with passion. It was a giveaway I'd noticed around Nan's neck when she was on heat.
'Move over, Bobby. Make room for Connie.'
'I ought not, really I didn't mean to disturb you.' Despite that, she squeezed between us and sighed. 'Ethel, how many times have I told you my name's Constance. Anyway, be that as it may, you well know I was married, so of course I've seen a ... seen a penis.'
'It was a few years ago that Albert died, 'Nan told me. 'And she couldn't have seen it that often since Connie always wanted the light out.'
'Ethel! I do wish you'd keep such information to yourself.'
'Connie, to make amends for my indiscretion I'll share my grandson with you.' As she spoke, she picked up Mrs Dyde's hand and used it to stroke my cock. 'Bobby's prick is so soft and smooth, yet hard at the same time. Don't you agree?'
Mrs Dyde's first reaction was to pull her hand away, but two seconds later she overcame her initial impulse and put both hands on the base of my dick. She started to stroke it, one hand at the front and the other slid up the back, but then she abruptly stopped. Since her arrival, her eyes had fixed on my erection, but now she ceased fondling me and raised her eyes to my face. She didn't speak, however I detected what I surmised to be a pleading expression. I suspected she hadn't had the joy of fondling a penis since Albert died.
I placed my hand over hers as a gesture of understanding and she gave me a broad smile. Her gaze returned to my erection and her delicate hands continued to play with it. 'You're wet, oh, so wet,' she sighed.
'He is. Never known a man with so much pre-cum. Kiss him, Connie. He loves to be French kissed.'
Our mouths met, hers already open as her tongue shot between my lips. Mmm, this woman had so much passion. Our tongues were happily tasting one another when she pulled away. 'No, Ethel, no. I've told you before I don't want you molesting me.' Nan had unbuttoned the front of her dress before Mrs Dyde realized it was her, not me undressing her.
Nan shrugged and winked at me.
'May I undress you Mrs Dyde?'
'Please Bobby.' She took a deep breath and blushed. 'That would be lovely.'
It seemed unusual calling her Mrs Dyde when I was about to strip her naked, but ever since I'd known her she'd been formal and stand offish. I pulled the two halves of her dress apart and feasted on her body. I looked up to her face. She was trembling, maybe it was anticipation, or perhaps she couldn't believe this young guy was about to take control of her body. Mrs Dyde looked vulnerable and that only increased my lust for this old lady.
I knew she was a few years older than Nan. She was slimmer, but not skinny and I immediately fell in love with the shape of her boobs. She wore a pink, light fitting bra, even so the tops of her breasts swelled. The outlines of her nipples were visible through the thin material, but when the tips of my finger lightly brushed over them they became a tad larger. My right hand cupped and squeezed her breast before it entered her bra and captured her nipple. She gave a small gasp at my touch and another when I undid the clasp and her bra released both boobs into my possession.
Mrs Dyde's nipples were like pencil rubbers, except larger and so much softer and pliable as I took hold of them. I pulled and squeezed them while she watched every move I made. It was great to hear her groaning. 'Oh, so good, so very good,' she sighed.