Billy woke the next morning in his bed, the sunshine flooding the big windows. He had slept like a rock and now he was groggy. There was a tap at the door and his grandmother entered with a tray. He sat up.
"Gran," he said.
"Hello, darling," Jennie beamed back at him. "Time to wake up?"
He nodded sluggishly.
"I brought you breakfast, sweetie," she continued as she made her way to the bed. "Mathilde made it."
Laying the tray on one side of him, she moved around to the other side of the bed and sat. He pushed his back up against the headboard, rubbed his eyes, and studied her. She practically glowed. Her smile was bright and her teeth gleamed. Her thick silver hair hung around her shoulders. She wore a blue silk bathrobe, the sash tightened around her waist. It was sheer enough that her wide, pink-hued nipples were visible, floating on top of her big breasts.
"Gran... I.... I..., " he began.
Jennies hand descended to the top of his thigh and she rested it there.
"It's okay, honey," she practically purred. "You don't have to say anything." She paused and her smile broadened. "We don't have to say anything."
Her pale, crimson-nailed fingers patted his thigh and then stroked slowly up and down across the bedsheet. She beamed at him.
"Billy, darling," she continued. "That was wonderful. What happened yesterday." She paused, her hand resting atop his leg. "I know you felt the same way."
He swallowed. His grandmother crossed her legs and her robe parted to reveal her long, slender legs. His eyes tracked upward from her bare knees and Jennie wiggled her hips until the robe fell open along her thighs. He swallowed again and looked into her eyes. They sparkled and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. He nodded and her hand continued stroking his thigh.
"I've missed having a man around," Jennie said, squeezing his leg as she stroked. "All of the things a man can do for you."
Billy nodded. The sheet rose up into a tent as his cock reacted to his grandmother's hand and her words - - delivered in a low, breathy whisper.
"Mmmmmm," Jennie murmured, using her free hand to undo the sash that held her robe together. "All of the wonderful things."
Her silk robe parted and Billy spied the silver bush between her thighs and the long expanse of smooth, ivory skin from her groin to her neck. Jenny shrugged her shoulders and the robe slid off her big tits, hanging low and full on her chest. Her nipples were thick and stiff.
"My darling boy," she whispered, her hand pulling the sheet down over his hips.
His fat, hard cock sprang into view, pointing straight at the ceiling. He shifted his hips and it bobbed back and forth.
"My darling, darling boy."
Her hand twined itself around his massive dick. Warm, velvet fingers gripped the base of his cock and she tugged it, then twirled her hand around and upward. Billy groaned and Jennie's smile widened.
"Yes, sweetie," she murmured, clambering onto the bed, her fingers still clutching his swollen dick. "There's so much time we have to make up for. So much love we've missed out on."
Her body arched across his and her tits brushed against his face. She leaned toward him and he smeared his tongue across a nipple. Jennie sighed and pressed her chest against his face. He raised his meaty hands and pushed her tits together, kissing and sucking one nipple and then the other. All the while, she stroked his cock.
Jennie huffed and puffed as she milked him and Billy caught one nipple between his fingers while his mouth worked on the other, trading mouth and fingers back and forth.
"Oh.... my...," his grandmother choked out as he fed on her big, soft breasts. "Yes, darling. That's it. Mmmmmmm."
Billy slid one hand from her tit and snaked his fingertips along her spine until his palm met her ass. He ran his fingers across her ass cheek. When he closed his hand, Jennie's body jumped and she squeaked in surprise. He transferred both hands to her ass and sucked and nibbled on the two pendulous breasts swaying in front of him. His hands played with her ass - - squeezing and slapping and caressing. She seized his cock more firmly, grappling with it while she writhed above him.
"So... much love... to give...," she grunted. "... to give each other."
She arched her neck and dropped a hand onto his shoulder, her long nails digging into his flesh.
His crotch sparked and burned and he twisted his hips on the bed.
"You're all mine, darling," Jennie grunted, resting her forehead on top of his hair and drilling her gleaming eyes into his. "All mine."
Billy raised his hand, spread his fingers, and smacked her ass hard. She shouted in surprise.
"Yessssssss," she groaned. "That's it."
His palm slapped her ass more forcefully, the sound echoing off the walls. Her fingers tightened around his cock and she groaned deep in her throat. She arched her back to meet his descending hand and mumbled something as the smack of flesh on flesh sounded again. He pulled his mouth from her tit, gasping for air. His cock was impossibly stiff and heavy, like a tree sprouting between his thighs.
With a deep bark, he pushed his grandmother's ass downward until her silver bush rustled against his crotch. Jennie shook her head back and forth, her tits rolling against his cheeks. He groaned and his cock jerked. As his grandmother collapsed on top of him, panting and trembling, jet after jet of cum rumbled up his cock, spattering hot, sticky rain over her crotch and belly.
They thrashed together - - their bodies wracked by waves of pleasure - - until, groaning, they collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed. The cups and plates on the other side of the bed lay in a wet, chaotic mess on the breakfast tray. Cheek to cheek, they panted in unison and Jennie's hand slowly released her grandson's slick, juicy cock.
She rolled away from him, her face flushed bright red, her mouth gaping to draw in breath. Billy stared down at the glistening monster between his legs. He closed his eyes until Jennie's lips met his and her tongue delved lazily into his mouth. He pulled her on top of him - - Jennie murmuring with satisfaction - - and he wrapped his arms around her waist. She cupped his face in her hands and slurped and sucked at his lips.
When his cock responded by slowly inflating, Jennie pulled her face from his. Their eyes met and he grinned.
"Can't help it, gran," he whispered hoarsely. "It's what you do to me."
She laughed and pushed herself off and away from him.
"Later, darling," she said as she stood, straightening and re-fastening her robe. "We need to get you breakfast. And we need to shower."
She beamed at him, turned, and walked slowly out of the room. His eyes followed her backside as his hand slipped, unthinking, onto his cock. He stroked himself lazily, watching her hips roll up and down as she abandoned him.
------
And, so began the torrid love affair between grandmother and grandson. Billy quickly moved into Jennie's bedroom, sharing the huge, four-poster where they slept and made love almost every night and many lazy mornings.
Once in a while, lying alone on the bed and listening to his grandmother shower or bathe in the en suite bathroom, Billy pondered his situation. He had never been attracted to older women. Back in high school and college, he always sought out and ended up with bright dewy-eyed girls and their tight, smooth bodies.
His grandmother, he reflected, was a beautiful woman. Her big green eyes. Her thick, silky hair. Her ripe, abundant tits and still-slender body. But, fresh and dewy-eyed she was not. Her breasts sagged. Her skin was loose in places. Wrinkles hatched her face and the muscles of her long legs and arms were loose.
Still, all it took was one look, one touch, sometimes just the scent of her perfume and his cock buzzed and swelled. He wondered sometimes if it wasn't just physical. If there was more to it than that. But, sensing the danger of deeper waters, he drew back from the edge of that thought. Content to close his eyes and imagine her lips on his, her naked skin against his, his bloated cock sliding inside her.
