I'd been in the Orient for two years, finishing my Doctorate degree. Initally, I had been shocked at the sexual openness of the Orient. I had been sponsored by one of my Professors; and thus lived with he and his family during my stay.
My first night with them, he explained the Oriental philosopy. Women were to please and service the men of the household. He pointed out his son, who was now married, had been fucking his Mother and Grandmothers once he came of age. As Professor Liu explained, why should his son be uncomfortable or risk the potential of an unwanted pregnancy or disease.
So for the two years I was there, I screwed his wife, mother, and mother-in-law. Just about daily, I'd had one or more of them to ease my sexual appetites.
Now I was flying back to the states; and I had a massive hard on. I'd not had pussy or a blow job in 5 days. Watching all of the stewardesses and female passengers made me horny as all get out. It showed.
I was being picked up at LA International by Kathryn, my 62 year old grandmother. But, she really didn't act that age or like a grandmother.
Although I had not fucked her, we had a great relationship. I always called her Kathryn or Kate; that seemed to make her happy. And when I was at the house, she was not shy at all. I'd seen her nude many times; and felt comfortable being nude in front of her. She even left her stash of condoms on the night stand so I could grab one on short notice. She never seemed to mind if I brought a woman home to fuck.
The first time or two it was a little strange. Fucking a woman all night was one thing; and then sitting down at the kitchen table with her while Kate made breakfast.
She liked to talk about my various conquests; and even gave me some pointers. I remember how she spread her pussy lips; showed me how to manipulate a pussy; and how to stimulate the clit for later oral servicing.
I'd often wondered how she would have reacted had I tried to fuck her.
Damn, I was horny.
I had shipped most of my belongings back to the states. After the plane landed and taxied to the terminal, I grabbed my carry-on bag and computer bag as I headed to the exit.
I was walking toward the terminal gate when I saw her. I'd expected her to look older; but if anything she looked younger. How could that be?
She was jumping with excitement as I approached. Damn I thought, she's had a tit job. They were bigger and more firm than I remembered. She was wearing heels, a black mini-skirt, and a sheer silk blouse. It was sheer enough; I could see the tips of her nipples and the goose bumps which were forming.
She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on the lips. She seemed hot; and I swear, it felt like she brushed my lips with her tongue.
