Summer at Grandma's

The summer went on and the only thing that made me unhappy was that all this great sex was going to end when my mother came back and we went home from Grandma's. It was still hard for me to remember to call her Francis-when I had my cock buried in her or was flicking her clit with my tongue it was OK, but the rest of the time I often forgot. Not that it mattered much. And Rose came over after work two or three times a week to be caressed, nibbled, sucked, licked, and fucked into a state of quivering orgasmic ecstasy. Frankly, I was getting worn out, but I managed to satisfy all the needs of these two horny older women. But I knew it couldn't last.

One morning, a couple of weeks before my mom was due to return, around 10 o'clock, I heard a knock on the back door. I wasn't really expecting anyone-I was just watching cartoons on TV, dressed once again in baggy jogging shorts because of the heat.

I went to the back of the house, wondering who it could be. Almost nobody came to the back door except people who knew Francis and took a shortcut between two houses in back of hers. I opened the door and was surprised to see Rose.

"Hi Rose, come on in," I said. "What's the problem?" Rose never came over except after work with Francis when she wanted me to fuck her.

"No problem, I just need to talk to you."

"Ok, come on in the living room."

As she preceded me the few steps to the living room I noticed that she wasn't dressed in the usual yellow housedress that was her work uniform. I don't think I had ever seen her in any clothes except her uniform, unless you count her panties, bra, and often pantyhose. Today she was wearing a pair of longish shorts and a sleeveless blouse and sneakers. She looked like somebody's mom on her way to the grocery store. She was carrying a small plastic bag.

She hadn't made any sign that she was interested in sex, so I just followed her and sat down on the armchair across from the couch where she was sitting. What did she want to talk to me about? It must have something to do with our love-making activities. Or maybe she just wanted me to help her plan a surprise birthday party for Francis. Maybe she wanted me to work on her car. I didn't know, but I was eager to find out.

"Ray, I want to tell you how good it's been these past few weeks, coming here and being satisfied sexually by you. You're very good at what you do, and I think it's wonderful that you're willing to give all your sexual attention to two old ladies that are more than 35 years older than you are."

"Well, Rose," I began, "I don't know why, but I really love older women. You and Francis are the kind of women I would fantasize about before my fantasies came true. You know that."

"It has nothing to do with the fact that you don't have to make any effort - you just wait for three o'clock and two horny women to come and beg you to fuck them? You don't have to go out hunting for pussy?"

She smiled as she said this, and I smiled in return. "That works both ways. You know if you come over here all you have to do is pout your lips and say "pleeeease fuck me" and you've got a horny 18-year-old to satisfy your every desire. In fact you don't even have to pout and say please-you know I've got a hard-on for you just thinking about you coming up the walk."

"Fair enough," she said, still smiling. I can't deny that I'm having the best time of my life. What woman of my age wouldn't want to have a young stud fuck her every other day? And I enjoy how much you appreciate my body-- especially when I wear pantyhose-I know I'm flabby and saggy, and yet you don't seem to mind. But you know what I like best of all? I like it best when you look into my eyes as you tongue my pussy and make me cum. I like looking into your eyes while I'm coming."

I had to agree. My favourite part of pleasuring Rose was when she slid her cunt forward to the edge of the couch and I licked her pussy as I gazed upwards, past the mounds of her puffy-nippled tits and into her eyes. It really got me off to see her face contort and her eyes go glassy as she came rubbed her throbbing pussy over my face.

"Physically," she went on, "it's grand. But emotionally-well, I don't know. I know there's no relationship between us except the physical-I don't know you and you don't know me. It's not that I'm in love with you. I just want some attention that is just for me. Yeah, I think that's what I've been feeling. When we make love, Francis is always there, and although she approves and helps makes it even better by watching and talking to us, and I get excited when I watch you fuck her , I feel like you're not paying attention to me as a person. I feel like a sex object."

I was surprised, but it made sense. Perhaps my main reason for doing such a good job in pleasing Rose was to make things even more exciting for Francis. I had a relationship with her-I had thought for 18 years that she was my grandmother-and I was genuinely fond of her even when we weren't having sex. Maybe I hadn't paid enough attention to the person named Rose and had just used her as a sex partner.

"I see what you mean, Rose. I hadn't really thought of that and I'm sorry. You're right, I don't know you and I should -- I should be your friend as well as your sex partner."

"My personal fuck machine, you mean," said Rose, smiling. But I noticed that her eyes were moist like she was going to cry.

Now at age 18 I can't claim that I had a lot of emotional insight, but I could see that Rose needed a sympathetic ear right now, so I said, "Tell about me yourself, Rose."

"Oh, Ray, what's to tell? I'm 55, I've got two kids in college, and I've got a husband who doesn't even know I exist unless dinner's late. He's a good man-he doesn't drink or run around on me, provides a good income for us, likes my family, doesn't try to control me, but he hasn't looked at me for 5 years and hasn't touched me for at least that long. We never argue, but if we did at least I'd know he was alive. But, when he's gone-he went on a business trip last year-I know there's something missing in my life. I guess I'm just an old boring married woman."

"Rose, I can't help you with your husband." True, you're old-older-and married, but let me tell you truthfully, you're anything but boring. When I start to kiss your neck and caress your ass, you come alive. What do you want me to say?"

She thought for a minute. "You know, I've got a comfortable life. I'm not unhappy. But sex is pretty much missing. That's why I'm enjoying everything you do to me so much. I know it won't last, but I'm taking advantage of it while I can. I guess I'm using you as - a sex object."

"Hey, I don't mind-I like being your sex object. I know as well as you do that this isn't going to last forever-just a couple more weeks, but like you, I'm taking advantage of fucking two gorgeous older ladies while I can."

I reached over and took her hand. She was starting to sniff and wipe her eyes. "Ray, will you make love to me? Just me? Just give me your full attention while you make love to me?"

"Of course, Rose." I stood up, a bit unsure of what to do.

"Hold on, I brought something special for you. Wait here." She stood up and took her plastic bag and walked toward the bedroom. "I'll be back in a jiffy."

True to her word, she came back in a bout 5 minutes. My cock, which had been waking up thinking about fucking her now got even harder. She had put on make-up, nothing too obvious, but some eye makeup and some pink lipstick. She was wearing a burgundy teddy and matching panties made of some kind of satin material. She had on black stockings and burgundy stiletto heels that matched her teddy. She had also put on some perfume. She strolled back into the living room, stuck out her ass and poked her tits forward, pouted and said, "What do you think?"

What I thought is I'd like to throw her down, suck her nipples, lick her cunt until she was ready to scream, then fuck her every which way but loose. She looked gorgeous. But what I said was, "You look gorgeous!"

She smiled and walked over to where I was sitting and put one foot up on the chair. "Do you like my legs?" she asked. "I'm wearing genuine silk stockings."

"I adore your legs," I said with feeling. And to prove it I started kissing the one closest to my face while I ran my hand up and down the silky length of the other one, making sure to cup and squeeze her ass cheek each time my hand got to the top of her leg. I understood for the first time the difference between the feel of silk and nylon, and believe me, I prefer silk. I caressed her legs for several minutes as she gently caressed my head and face with her hands.

I was really getting hard as I continued to kiss and lick her legs. I put both hands on them and slid them up and down while kissing her calves, her knees, and her thighs. Her inner thighs were flabby enough for me to take some flesh in my mouth and suck on it. Then I had an idea.

I knew that Francis loved me to suck her toes, but I had never done this to Rose. I stood up and told Rose to sit in the armchair. Then I took one of her feet and slipped of the high heel and began kissing and licking her foot. And she loved it. She sighed an immediately started breathing heavily while I continued to give her feet loving attention. I took her silky toes in my mouth and I sucked them as I looked in her eyes. She had a dreamy look on her face and her hand wandered to her panties and she slid her fingers inside.

I continued to kiss and lick her nylon covered feet while caressing her legs, but then, when she started to slide her finger into her own pussy, I decided to change tactics. I moved forward so I was closer to her and pushed her legs farther apart. I gently took her hand from her pussy and licked the finger that was coated with her own love juice. She sighed and said, "What are you going to do to me now?"

Instead of replying I leaned forward, pushed her teddy aside, and put both hands on one of her big tits, raised it off her belly, and began poking the puffy nipple with my tongue. "Rose, you make me want to come on you r tits."

"I'd love you to cream all over my tits, but please wait-I want to feel you coming deep in my pussy."

"How could I refuse such a request from such a gorgeous woman?" I asked. I looked into her eyes so she could see what she was doing to me, -- and so I could see the lust in her eyes, I leaned forward again and began licking and sucking her incredible tits. They were large-DD at least, and the flopped on to her belly, but that was from gravity-they were still quite full and firm and she clearly enjoyed having me pay oral attention to them.

"As before, she became quite loud and vocal. "Yes, yes, yes, suck me, suck me hard oh Jesus, it feels so good when you suck my nipple into your mouth and then lick them-yes, like that aaaahhhh!"

Her hand was going back down to her pussy again, but I wanted her to do something else.

"Rose, here-"and I took her big boob and pushed it upwards towards her mouth. She looked surprised. I found it hard to believe that she had never sucked her own tits. I pushed it up until the nipple was just half an inch from her mouth. "Go on, Rose, I want to see you lick your own nipple."

She took her boob in her hands, pushed it up as far it would go, and lowered her head a little. She stuck out her tongue and gave a tentative lick.

"Come on," I urged her.

She licked it again and then with a bit of effort, pushed her tit up far enough to take her nipple all the way into her mouth. I don't know how hard a dick can get, but mine must have been approaching the limit. This was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Francis couldn't do it-her tits were only the size of tennis balls, but Rose, with her tits like small cantaloupes, could suck on her own nipples! I positioned myself so I could lick the other one, and then, in a moment of inspiration, I moved over to the one that she was licking and sucking and I said, "Let's lick it together."

I was about to come. I licked one side of her big nipple while she licked the other side and our tongues met on it. Suddenly I wanted her tongue in my mouth. I shifted a bit and moved my mouth on to hers. I had never kissed such an old woman before, but it was just like kissing my teenage girlfriend but better. Her tongue was warm and eager and played with mine. Sometimes she drew back a little and stuck her tongue out for me to lick, other times she drove her deep into my mouth, licking like there was no tomorrow. It drove me wild.

While this sexy kissing was going on she took one of my hands in hers and moved it down to her pussy which was dripping wet and wide open. She placed the back of my hand in her palm and folded our fingers down so the middle finger of both of our hands was extended. Then she slid our fingers into her wet snatch, pushing them in deep. This was a new and incredible experience for me-fingering a woman's cunt with my finger and hers in together. We wiggled our fingers in side her cunt, and I could feel hers all wet with her pussy juice. I tried to find her G-spot as she rhythmically slid our fingers in and out of her love hole.

I wanted to eat her pussy but I couldn't wait anymore. "Rose, I'm getting ready to come-I need to fuck you quick!" I said.

She stopped playing with her tits, slid our fingers out of her pussy and got on her hands and knees on the floor in front of the chair, with her elbows on the seat. "Fuck me now, -- hard and deep!"

She stuck her ass in the air and I could see her pussy waiting for me to enter it. I couldn't resist-I knelt behind her and lowered my head and gave it a quick lick. I drove my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could and she shuddered. But she wanted something else. "Put your big cock in me and pound me-fuck me hard, I want to come, please fuck me good, aaaahhhhhhh!"

She let out a loud extended moan as I rammed my hard cock deep into her. I grabbed her hips and started pumping hard, slamming against her ass with a smacking sound as she cried out in pleasure. I didn't take long before I exclaimed, "Rose, I'm going to come!"

"Oh yes, oh God, come in me, I'm coming too," she wailed.

We came together and of course when you're in that state you can't keep track of time, so it seemed like forever that I jerked and twitched inside her warm wetness while she shivered and shook and moaned.

I collapsed on her back and gently kissed and licked it. "Don't move!" she commanded, "I like your cock there." We stayed like that long time. While we were laying there she asked me, "Ray, do you like me?"

And for once in my life I said the right thing: "Yes."

I understood that that was what she had been after. Not the sex, though that was great, but somebody to like her for who she was. And I did.

When Francis came home later that day I felt a little guilty. I hadn't actually gone out looking for pussy my own age-I hadn't gone out at all-- but I hadn't exactly kept myself for her alone. As usual, she had a shower, put her stockings and garter belt back on, and then came and sat on my lap, toying with her boobs. "So, what'd you do today-trim the bushes?"

I knew she was joking. "Uh, Francis-I uh-well, I've got to tell you something. Uh, Rose came over this morning and uh, she wanted me to make love to her, and Uh-I did. I'm sorry, I didn't think you mind, I..."

I stopped. Francis was laughing quietly. "Who do you think suggested that she come over?"

"You...?" And then I saw the humor of it too. "That was generous of you," I said.

"I just asked her to come over early enough so that you'd have time to recover and fuck me silly this afternoon." And that's what I did.

When my mom came back from California a few days later she was happy. She had had a good time with her old friend. She asked me how things had gone. "Not too bored?" she asked.

"No, I - I kept busy." And that's all I said.