Thank you for the wonderful response to "Summers With Grandma". While this was not intended to be a series, some readers asked for a continuation, so this is a sequel. It is NOT a second chapter.
While I believe this story stands alone and it isn't essential to have read the first story to understand this one, I hope you will give that a read too.
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Chapter One: Grandma's wishes
"It's completely up to you," Grandma explained to me when she told me what she wished would happen. "It's just that I think the world of her, and I think you two have a lot in common."
"Besides, Richie," Grandma said as she stroked my cock, which was coming back to life despite having just deposited a copious load of cum deep inside my grandmother's pussy not fifteen minutes earlier. "You're wearing me out."
I supposed it was true, I thought to myself as the events of the last few days rewound in my mind. Ever since that night when she had come into my bedroom, we had been having sex at a frantic rate. Not enough for me, as I had a lot pent up inside of me after lusting after my Grandma every summer for just about my whole life, but apparently too much for her.
"It's not that the sex isn't great, or that you aren't the best," Grandma was careful to add, quite aware of my easily bruised psyche. "It's just that when you get to be 60, you can't take as much as you're used to, especially after not having a man for so long."
Indeed, it had been a dozen years since Grandpa had passed on, and she said that she hadn't been with a man again until I came along. That didn't mean that she had been celibate though, as I was soon to learn. She had inferred earlier what she was telling me now, but I wasn't really that swift when it came to sexual matters anyway, and what she was explaining to me wasn't something I would have ever expected from my grandmother anyway.
"She's a sweet girl," Grandma explained as she told me about her 'friend' Rose. "I think you two would really hit it off too. She's a lot like you in that she doesn't know how wonderful she is, and besides that she's had a whole lot of pain packed into her 20 years."
The pain, she said, was mostly delivered by her ex-husband, who she described as a sadistic brute who had a lot of anger in him that needed an occasional release. That release wasn't dished out to anybody in a boxing ring, or man-to-man with another willing guy, but was directed at Rose, who took it because she was in love, or thought she was.
"She married very young and very dumb," Grandma said. "I met her at the grocery store - she's a cashier there - and we hit it off. Soon our friendship grew and then all of a sudden, there we were."
"You mean that you and her..."
"Does that bother you, Richie?" Grandma asked. "Me making love to another woman?"
"No," I said. "I mean, I don't know. Never expected to hear that, I guess."
"Probably never expected to doing what you've been doing to me all week either, right?"
"Expected?" No," I admitted. "Dreamed about? Yes. My whole life."
"Like I said, it wasn't planned," Grandma said. "Back in my youth I had a few flings with other girls. Mostly my basketball teammates, so it wasn't like it was something I was unfamiliar with. It was new for Rose, and she's so fragile and adorable that I couldn't help myself."
"She's very sweet looking, but like me she's no raving beauty," Grandma continued, cutting my protest off with a sharp look. "I would just like you to meet her, and if you both like each other, let things run their course. Okay? It would mean a lot to me."
"Sure," I said, not wanting to disappoint the love of my life, and besides, my curiosity had been piqued by all of this. "If you like her, she must be nice."
"She is."
"What about her husband?" I asked, not wanting to find myself flying through a wall just because I said hello to his wife.
"Ex-husband," Grandma corrected me. "She just divorced him, and he's in jail. Will be for a long time, but not enough to pay for what he did to that poor girl."
"That's good," I replied, watching my grandmother get up on all fours and straddle my thighs.
"He's an animal and he's where he belongs," Grandma said. "As for you, I think you deserve a treat for being so nice."
My treat was something she had done to me once before, and involved her bending over and placing my erection in between those massive bell-shaped breasts and squeezing them together in a delightful fleshy vice.
"Oh, that's nice," I said as I watched the tip of my dick emerge from the deep crevice with each thrust of my hips. "You want to relax and let me do the work for a while?"
"You're reading my mind," Grandma said, rolling onto her back and putting her hands behind her head. "You're a thoughtful boy, even if you do have ulterior motives."
"Who me?" I said with feigned shock while I climbed over Grandma's waist and put my cock between those enormous globes while pulling them around me.
The ulterior motive she referred to was the opportunity to look at the light brown hairs which were now pasted to her armpits with sweat, yet still provided me with a great deal of visual pleasure.
Grandma's thick nipples had popped out in all their glory while I rode her, and I took delight in the way she would try and lick the head of my cock when it emerged from the sweaty valley it was buried in.
As I felt my orgasm rise within me, I quickened my tempo, and as Grandma leaned her face forward and opened her mouth, my dick started spurting. A thick rope of it landed in her mouth, but the rest shot wildly all over Grandma's face and even into her silver grey hair, causing us both to laugh.
"Rose will love this big boy," Grandma said as she reached up and pulled on my dripping dick as it came out of her cavernous cleavage. "She's only been with one man, and he wasn't a man in any way at all. Not like you Richie."
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Chapter Two: Meeting Rose.
Grandma went to pick up her friend Rose at the store where she worked as a cashier, while I waited for them back at my grandmother's place. When I heard the car pull into the gravel driveway I raced to the window to get a glimpse of Grandma's friend.
Grandma had said that Rose was no raving beauty, and while she was probably correct about that, the young woman that walked up the path to the house was certainly pleasant looking. She was slender and had strawberry blonde hair that was short and curly, making her look younger than her almost 20 years, but her pale blue eyes made her appear nervous and cautious.
That was the way I felt too, but I tried to relax as best I could and smiled as the two women entered the room. Rose was biting her lip as Grandma brought her across the room to meet me, and her little hand I clasped was damp with sweat as we were introduced.
"Here's Richie, my favorite man in the whole world," Grandma said to Rose, who probably noticed the same thing about my sweaty paw when she felt it.
"Hi Rose," I said, and of course my voice cracked when I first spoke, making feel just like the nerd I was trying so much not to be.
"Hi," Rose said meekly, and after Grandma gave us drinks she sent us out to the back porch to "get better acquainted" for a time.
We were so much alike in many ways, I thought as I looked at the shy girl who jiggled her glass and watched the ice swirl around in between taking tiny sips. The silence was awkward, and so I tried to think of something to break the quiet.
"You work at Food King, I see," I said as I nodded toward the logo on her uniform t-shirt, my voice thankfully managing to sound somewhat normal for me. "How it is there?"
