You've been coming over to the house for three weeks to cut the grass, always when I have been out shopping or away on other adventures. I had the misfortune every tine to miss you by just a few minutes, until last week.
The Jeep my son had bought you was sitting in the drive way when I got home, grass had been freshly mowed, but I didn't see you around anywhere.
Once in the house I checked the pool, you weren't in there cooling off, but I did hear something coming from my guest bedroom. I was wondering if you had brought someone over for some company as I approached the door, noticing it was slightly ajar. Then I realized it was the TV, and I also recognized what was on. You were watching one of the tapes your Grandfather and I had made. This particular one was about ten years old that I actually forgot to take out of the VCR a couple of nights ago when I was feeling lonely. Him and I were on the bed, having mind blowing sex. I could see the TV from where I stood peering through the crack in the door. I remembered that night like it was yesterday.
When I heard you moaning and slowly pushed the door a little further until I could see you on the bed – naked and masturbating. I held my breath as I watched you grab your thick cock and jerk off. You looked so much like him when he was your age – even your cock was as huge as his – 22 years old, dark black hair, muscular body and steel gray eyes. Between watching you and what was on the TV, I was in the mood for something – this was making me wetter than I have been in a long time.
You had all your attention on the TV, so didn't see me at all. As I was about to give in and come in and help you finish I saw your load explode all over the sheets. Turning around, I went back downstairs and out the front door. I stood there for a few minutes, catching my breath and trying to stop my heart from racing.
When I had finally calmed down I made a little more noise as I entered the house."Paul! Are you here?" I called loudly.
I heard the bed squeak and your foot steps on the floor, imagining how fast you jumped out of the bed and turned off the TV.
"Hey Grandma, I just finished – I need to take a shower – is that okay?"
'Yeah – you finished all right.' I thought. "Sure, go ahead – you know where every thing is."
I heard the water running for about 10 minutes as I sat on the couch in the living room – thinking about going up there and joining you as I caressed my wet pussy. As my control was wearing off – I heard you bouncing down the stairs and quickly stopped what I was doing and stood up. You were wearing your normal tight jean shorts and t-shirt and I was in my jeans and a loose top – bra less like always.
"Thanks for cutting the grass Paul, here I'll give you some money for it."
"No – that's alright. My Dad won't let me take it. I'll be back next week to do it again." You seemed kind of nervous staring at me, and I could tell you wanted me. The only thing that had changed from the time that video was made was the color of my hair, now it was a little gray but the red still came out. I was still a head turner at 52 years old.
"Well – I have to go, school stuff you know," you stammered as you turned around.
"What, no hug and kiss for your old grandma?"
That stopped you in your tracks and you walked back over to me. It wasn't a full body hug, but the kiss you planted on my check seemed to linger a little longer than normal. "Bye!" you said as you all but ran out of my house.
All week I had been thinking of you, your lips on mine and our bodies entwined in wild sex, your cock throbbing inside my tight pussy. Today was the day.
When you arrived I met you at the door wearing my purple string bikini under a thin white house coat. I made sure it was partially open to expose just enough.
A tingling sensation started at my pussy and worked its way up my spine as I saw your eyes scan my body. One look at your crouch and I could tell those tight jean shorts were getting a little tighter. You were a little surprised that I was even home.
"Is this a bad time to do the grass?" you asked.
"No, not at all, I was getting ready to swim a few laps. Feel free to hop in to cool off when needed." I said with a smile.
"I'll do that, it's a hot one today." you said as your walked around to the back of the house.
"Yeah, and it's going to get hotter." I whispered as I headed to the pool.
It didn't take you long to do the front and as I got out of the pool I saw you sitting in one of the chairs I had scattered across the deck. I walked out slowly, letting the water drip off my body. The water was cold today and the excitement of what I hope was going to come and the temperature of the water had made my nipples so hard they pushed against the flimsy fabric of the bra.
"I brought something for you to drink, sitting on the table. Hop in the water and cool off." I said.
"Yeah...it looks like it's cold." you say as your eyes are locked on my breasts.
As you moved to the table I grabbed my towel and dried off slowly, my eyes glancing at you occasionally as you faced me and drank the ice cold tea. Sitting down on the chaise lounge, I slowly began rubbing oil on my tanned skin, starting at my legs and working my way up my body. I could tell you were watching me and it was turning both of us on.
Moving my hand across my stomach and over the parts of my breast that were visible I stared into your eyes, glancing down a few times to watch your cock pressing against your jeans.
"Could you do my back for me?" I asked as I sat down with my back toward you.
"Uh,sure." you stammered. I wish I knew what thoughts were going through your mind as I handed you the oil and reached back and untied the string keeping the bra in place. Crossing my arms across my chest I waited for your touch.
