After fucking each other silly during their first coupling Bobby Chandler and April Brubaker made slow and sensuous love three more times that night. The morning sunlight was peeking through the blinds as they finished satisfying each other.
Mrs. Brubaker stood by the bed smiling down at a still deliriously contented Bobby, cum running down both thighs. She scooped up a handful and slowly licked it off her hand. "Been a while," she said after swallowing Bobby's seed.
Bobby looked at her, eyes still glazed over from their last lustful encounter. "Huh?"
April scooped up some more of his cum and said, "Been a while, a long while, since I've had this much cock sauce to play with."
Bobby slowly climbed out of bed and kissed her lightly, the not so unpleasant taste of his fertile discharge lying heavy on her lips. April hugged him and, for a moment, considered pulling him down into the bed for another round of unbridled lust but, decided against it.
"I hate to tell you this," she began, "but, you need to go home."
Bobby bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until it hardened, before he asked her, "Why?"
"My Herman will be coming home soon," she told him. "If he's nothing else, he's very punctual."
Bobby kissed her again, his semi-rigid cock rubbing against her stomach. "You said you wanted him to show you weren't his anymore. What better way could he find out than to catch us in bed together?"
"I'm not ready for a full-fledged confrontation right now," April said as she reluctantly pushed him away. "I want to watch his reaction when he sees the marks on me. It might go a little easier if he doesn't know who put them there."
Bobby went into the living room to find his clothes. "Damn," he said to himself as April Brubaker stood naked, watching him get dressed. "I wish I could fuck that woman forever and a day."
Finished dressing, he went to the door. Before he could get it open, she caught up with him and gently grabbed his arm. Bobby turned around and they embraced again. "You didn't do this just so you could make your husband jealous, did you?" he asked just before they swapped tongues in a long, soulful kiss.
Mrs. Brubaker laughed lightly and then she winked. "Come and see me in a couple of days and you'll find out," she told him.
Bobby waited until April had stepped far enough aside so she wouldn't be seen from the street, opened the door, stepped outside and closed it behind him. He whistled a happy tune all the way home
"And just where have you been all night long," Grandma Lilly asked him the moment he stepped inside his house.
Bobby smiled, his face flushed and glowing from the memory of last night. He hugged his grandmother and attempted to kiss her.
As soon as she got a whiff of the aroma that permeated the air around them, Lillian Chandler gently pushed him away from her.
"Get away," she said as she wrinkled her nose. "Go take a shower. You smell like pussy."
"Glad to see you're feeling so much better," Bobby muttered as he entered the bathroom, took off his clothes and tossed them into the hamper. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to his liking before stepping inside, closing the curtain and grabbing the soap.
Bobby stood motionless for a few seconds, enjoying the refreshing sensation he always got by sticking his head into the spraying water and letting it cascade down his face before he began scrubbing himself with the soap and a shower sponge.
Finished with his upper body, Bobby Chandler began to wash his groin area. He spread his legs so he could clean around his nut sack and then set the sponge aside so he could wash his cock. Two strokes of his meaty rod plus the arousing memories of his night with April Brubaker made his tool grow considerably. He had just started on his third slow stroke when the shower curtain began to open. He turned around just in time to see his grandmother step inside and close the curtain. She was as naked as he was.
Bobby shuddered mightily as his cock grew to its full size the moment Grandma Lilly replaced his hand with hers. She used one hand to pull his foreskin back and the other hand to wash the head and under the crown. She pulled him forward a bit so the water would hit directly on his hard pole before she backed him up and applied more soap to his pole of man flesh and began to stroke it lightly.
"You can never get this thing too clean," she said as his foreskin slid up over the head and back again.
Bobby groaned and tried to fuck her fist. Grandma Lilly stroked him a couple more times and then removed her hand from his trembling rod. "Not so fast, Buster," she told him. It's time for you to return the favor.
Bobby Chandler took the offered soap and sponge and immediately began scrubbing his grandmother's breasts. After several minutes of kneading, poking and prodding, Grandma Lilly spoke. "There's other parts of my body that need washing besides just my tits," she said.
Bobby, as if awakening from a dream, mumbled a quick, "Sorry," and began working his way down her stomach and across her bushy mound.
Grandma Lilly leaned back and sighed as the palm of her grandson's right hand slid heavily over her clitoris. She jerked involuntarily when Bobby slid a finger inside her love hole. She whimpered her approval when he inserted another finger and pushed them in deeply, withdrew about halfway and shoved them back into her honey hole.
The burning fire in Grandma Lilly's groin grew hotter than the fires of Hades when the heel of Bobby's hand pressed against her man in the boat after each withdrawal of his fingers. Her breathing became erratic and labored. Her eyelids closed tightly as her orgasm overtook her.
Lillian Chandler cried out when her legs grew weak and her knees buckled. Bobby wrapped his free arm around his grandmother's waist and pulled her close, supporting her sagging body until she could recover.
When Grandma Lilly had regained her strength she stepped out of the shower, turned back toward Bobby. "I think we're clean enough," she said as she grabbed a towel from the rack and began drying herself. "Turn off the water and meet me in my bedroom." Naked and without shame, she left the bathroom and her grandson behind.
Bobby turned off the shower and, after drying himself, left the bathroom, his hard cock pointing the way to his grandmother's bed.
Bobby climbed onto the bed and lay down on his side, facing Grandma Lilly's prostrate body. He gently grabbed a shoulder and helped her to roll over so that his massive erection was trying to insert itself between her butt cheeks.
He began licking and kissing the nape of her neck, occasionally moving up the sides of her neck to suck on her earlobes. Grandma Lilly turned to face him and pressed her lips to his. Their tongues met and, in a frenzied struggle, Grandma Lilly's tongue was triumphant as it invaded Bobby's mouth. Still, their oral digits collided, enmeshing each other in their lustful, immoral battle for supremacy.
Almost at the same time, they gasped when Bobby took control and sucked her tongue deep into his mouth. After a few moments of intense sexual unity, Bobby released his hold on his grandmother's tongue, allowing it to retreat as his found its way between her lips. On and on they went, swapping tongues and spit, as their lust reached new heights.
Bobby reluctantly broke contact. He wanted more. He wanted to taste every inch of his grandmother's skin that he could reach. He kissed her cheeks. He kissed behind her ears. He kissed her nose and initiated a brief bout of tongue sushi before kissing down her chest and on to her breasts.
Grandma Lilly bowed her back in an effort to press her tit flesh even closer to his fiery lips and his scalding tongue. Bobby circled each breast with his kisses before he lifted them, one at a time and kissed the underside and led his tongue on an agonizingly slow journey along the creases where her mummeries met her chest. He then pressed her breasts together and sucked both nipples into his mouth at the same time, prompting her to moan and say, "You make me feel soooo good, Bobby, when you do that. I feel like I'm about to cum."
