Swinging with Grandma

When I woke up it was dark outside and the lamps inside Frank and Anna’s living room were turned on. I lay on the floor naked and alone. Yawning, I sat up. The house was quiet. I stood and searched for the bathroom. I found it and, as I flushed the toilet, I heard laughter from the kitchen. I wandered into the room. Anna was sitting at the kitchen table in a gauzy bathrobe talking into the phone. She smiled and motioned me over. When I approached, she reached up and pulled me down for a quick kiss.

“Here he is now,” she said into the phone. “My big hunky stufmuffin.”

She laughed and grabbed my cock.

“Here,” Anna said, pushing the phone toward me. “It’s your grandmother.”

Surprised, I took the phone from her. Anna meanwhile started running her hands along my thighs, along my droopy cock, and up and around my ass.

“Grandma,” I said. “What’s up?”

Grandma laughed on the other end of the phone. “Honey,” she said. “You were out like a light. So, I cleaned up and came home.”

I looked down at Anna who had now started to lick my thighs. It felt like a kitten licking me.

“Are you coming back?” I asked.

She laughed again. “Not right away,” she said. “I’ve loaned you out to Frank and Anna for the night. I’ll be back in the morning to pick you up.”

Anna had now started licking my cock.

“Okay,” I said.

“You really blew their minds,” grandma said.

I laughed. “Yeah,” I answered. “And Anna is blowing me right now.”

I could feel Anna giggling around my cock.

“Okay, baby,” grandma said. “Have fun and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you then, grandma,” I said as I hung up the phone.

I stood up and Anna took her hot, hungry 58 year-old mouth off my cock.

“We’re going to have some real fun, Paul,” she said to me with a wide smile.

I looked down appreciatively at her impressive cleavage. Anna flashed me a wicked smile and raised herself up, surrounding my dick with her massive, pillowy tits.

“Do you like my tits, lover boy,” she said with a grin as she ran my cock in and out of her cleavage.

“And how,” I answered, feeling my cock stiffen in appreciation.

“Hmmmm,” Anna mumbled, licking the tip of my dick as it poked up between her tits.

“Listen, Paul,” she said with a catch in her throat. “I don’t want you to call me Anna tonight.”

“Okay,” I said, leaning back to enjoy the titfuck I was getting. “What do you want me to call you?”

“Hmmmmm,” Anna said with a wicked grin. “I want you to call me grandma.”

I laughed along with Anna.

“Okay, grandma,” I said, pushing her head down onto my cock.

She swallowed my dick and sucked on it. I groaned in pleasure. But, suddenly, she popped her mouth off my cock and began stroking it with her hand.

“Grandson,” she whispered hoarsely. “Grandpa wants to do something special.”

I just looked at her as she stroked my cock.

“Okay.”

“Hmmmm,” Anna said. “That’s a good grandson. Grandpa wants to take pictures of you and your dirty grandma together.”

I gulped. Anna started playing with my balls with her free hand. My cock was growing fat and hard.

“Would you like that, baby?” she asked. “Would you like for grandpa to make some dirty movies of you and grandma fucking each other?”

I gulped again.

“I sure would, grandma,” I said, swallowing. “I’d love for grandpa to make some movies of me fucking my sexy grandmother.”

Anna gasped. She stood, one hand still circling my cock. She gave me a wet, sloppy kiss.

“You’re so nice to your granny,” she mumbled, dropping her other hand to my cock. “You wait here. Grandma has some beer in the refrigerator. You wait here while grandma and grandpa get ready for you. Okay?”

“You bet, grandma,” I said, pinching Anna’s nipple through her bathrobe.

She squeaked in mock surprise, gave me another kiss, and then practically ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I smiled and shambled over to the fridge, my stiff cock swinging back and forth. The cold air of the open fridge felt good on my cock and balls as I grabbed a bottle of beer from the top shelf. I popped it open, took a long tug of the icy brew and poked around the kitchen.

Ten minutes turned into twenty, and I was starting to wonder what happened to Anna and Frank. Just as I was about to turn on the t.v., I heard Anna shout from upstairs.

“Paul. Can you come upstairs? Grandma needs to talk to you.”

I grinned and headed upstairs. Outside the bedroom door, I met Frank.

“Hey, Paul,” he said, scratching his belly. “Can you put your jeans back on?”

He handed me my jeans and I slid them on.

“When you get inside,” he continued with a smile. “You’ll see my camera and some lights. We want to make this movie really good.”

I grinned and said okay.

“Paul,” I heard Anna say. “Grandma needs to talk to you.”

I walked into the room. To the left was Frank’s camera and next to the camera were a couple of movie lights. Against the opposite wall was a king-sized bed. Anna stood next to the bed. She had changed clothes and now wore a non-descript brownish dress. Her hair was pulled up off her head. I noticed that she still wore her high heels and her jewelry. She had also reapplied her makeup. Her lips were vivid red.

“Oh, Paul,” she said as I entered. “Please, come over here. I need to talk to you.”

“Sure, grandma,” I said and walked over next to her.

Frank slid behind the camera.

Anna stood close to me, the both of us in profile to the camera.

“Paul,” she said, stroking my upper arm. “I have to talk to you about something.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Well, grandson,” Anna continued with a serious look. “I’m a little worried.”

“About what, grandma?” I asked.

Anna stroked my upper arm again.

“Oh, Paul,” she continued. “I’m afraid your grandpa doesn’t love me anymore.”

I was amused.

“Why is that, grandma?” I asked.

“Because,” Anna said. “He never kisses me anymore. And we never, you know, we never make love.”

Anna bit her lower lip dramatically.

“Paul,” she said. “I’m afraid your grandma is so old and unattractive that I’ve lost your grandfather to some younger woman.”

I feigned worry.

“Gee, grandma,” I responded. “I don’t think you’re so old. And I think you’re still really attractive.”

Anna smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re just saying that to be nice to a 58 year-old gal like me.”

I shook my head and Anna raised her hand to her chin, trying to look like she was worried about something.

“Paul,” she said. “You’re such a good grandson. Will you help me with a little experiment?”

I nodded agreement.

“Well,” she continued. “I want to see if I’m really attractive. I want to test myself.”

“Okay,” I said. “What do you want me to do?”

“Well,” she said. “Since you’re my grandson, you can’t think about me that way, but you can tell me if you think I’m really attractive.”

I nodded.

“So, I’m going to show you myself and I want you to tell me if you think I’m still pretty or not.”

“That sounds easy, grandma,” I said.

Anna gave me another peck.

“Great, Paul,” she said. “Can you help me with this zipper?”

She turned her back to me and I unzipped her dress. Anna pulled the dress off her shoulders.

“Well,” she said. “How do I look?”

“You look great, grandma,” I answered.

Slowly, Anna dropped her dress lower, revealing a black lacey bra that barely contained her voluminous breasts. She held the dress around her waist.

“Well, Paul?” she asked with a shy smile.

“Wow, grandma,” I said. “You look hot.”

She smiled and then slowly lowered the dress to her feet, revealing a garter belt, suspenders, and silky black hose. I gulped.

“What do you think, Paul?” Anna asked.

I looked her up and down and licked my lips.

“You look fantastic, grandma,” I said in a thick voice.

Anna smiled again. “That’s what you say. But how do I know that’s the way your really feel?”

I smiled dumbly.

“Come closer, grandson,” Anna said.

I stepped closer and she leaned in close to me.

“I know it’s strange, but we’re grandma and grandson so nothing bad can happen,” she whispered hoarsely. “I want you to take off your jeans so I can see if that’s the way you really fell.”

I suppressed a smile.

“I don’t know grandma,” I answered hesitantly. “What if grandpa comes home? Or mom and dad stop by.”

Anna smiled.

“Oh, Paul,” she said. “It’s okay. They won’t think there’s anything bad going on. After all we’re grandmother and grandson. And, besides, we’ll hear anyone who comes in the house.”

I nodded and said okay. I unbuckled my pants and let them slide to the floor. Anna stared at my cock, still flaccid.

“Oh, Paul,” she said, putting her hands to her face and managing to draw her breasts together in a stupendous display of cleavage. “Look. You don’t think I’m pretty at all.”

I looked down at my cock.

“I do, grandma,” I said. “But sometimes I just need a little help. I’m nervous.”

Anna bit her lower lip again.

“Okay,” she said. “Grandma can help you out.”

She reached around behind her and unclasped her bra. Dropping it to the floor, Anna put her hands under her massive, snowy tits and pushed them upward. My god, I thought, they’re huge. She pushed her tits together. I could feel my cock stirring.

“Look, grandma,” I said. “See.”

Anna smiled.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Paul,” she said. “Let me help you some more.”

She turned around and thrust her round, fleshy ass towards me. She jiggled it and swiveled it around. Involuntarily, I reached down to grab my dick. Anna turned back around.

With mock surprise, Anna asked: “Oh, Paul. What are you doing?”

I looked down at my cock, now almost fully erect. “I can’t help it, grandma. You make me feel so good.”

Anna smiled and reached up and undid her hair, letting it fall down around her shoulders. I kept playing with my dick.

“Grandma,” I said. “My penis feels really good. But what am I going to do with it?”

Anna smiled and approached me.

“Hmmmm,” she murmured. “You do have a nice big penis and look how hard it’s getting. Did grandma do that to you?”

I nodded yes.

“Poor baby,” Anna cooed. “It’s so pretty. I’m going to touch it Paul but only because I’m you’re grandmother and I know nothing bad can happen.”

Anna reached out and put her hand around my cock. I could hear Frank gasp behind the camera. Anna began to breathe heavily and to stroke my dick.

“Oh, Paul,” she murmured. “It’s so big and fat and hard. So much bigger than grandpa’s little cock.”

I smiled. Anna applied both her hands to my cock.

“Does that feel good, Paul,” Anna asked, beads of sweat breaking out along the top of her chest.

“Yes, grandma,” I said.

“Well, Paul,” Anna said in a shakey voice. “It’s so big and fat that grandma feels like she just has to pet it.”

I nodded.

“While grandma is petting your big snake,” Anna continued. “Would you like to touch grandma’s big titties?”

I nodded and Anna took a hand off my cock. She grabbed me by the wrist and pushed my hand onto her breast. As my fingers came into contact with her flesh, she let out a strangled sigh.

“That’s it, grandson,” she said, as she stroked my cock. “Play with grandma’s big titties.”

I put my other hand on Anna’s other tit and began pressing and massaging her huge breasts. I pinched her nipples and palmed her massive, pendulous tits. Anna sighed.

“Mmmmmm,” she murmured. “Paul, do you love your grandma?”

“Sure, grandma,” I said as I played with her tits. “Very much.”

“What do you do when you love someone, Paul?” Anna asked breathlessly.

“Well,” I said. “Usually, I kiss them.”

“Ohhhh,” Anna sighed. “Would you like to kiss, grandma?”

I nodded yes and Anna leaned in toward me. Our lips met and then our tongues. Anna mashed her mouth against mine, making hungry little grunts as we sucked on each others’ tongues. She slipped her arms around my neck and pressed her self tight against my body. I wrapped my arms around her.

“Oh, Paul,” Anna grunted. “You make grandma feel so good.”

She returned her mouth to mine. As we kissed, I turned Anna around so that her big ass was pressed against my cock. She gasped. I dropped my hands to her tits. Anna twined her arms backward around my neck. With one hand I played with her massive tits and wide, pink nipples. I dropped my other hand to her pussy and began playing with her lips. Anna moaned and crushed her ass harder against my hard cock.

“Oh, honey,” she grunted. “Your cock feels so good against grandma’s body. Honey, do you want grandma to make your cock feel really, really good?”

“Uh huh,” I grunted as I ran my hands over Anna’s wide hips.

Anna reached around and pulled my cock up against her pussy. I pushed my hips forward, trying to enter her.

“Baby,” Anna whispered. “This is a bad thing. But grandma wants it so much. Do you promise you won’t tell anyone?”

I gave Anna’s tits a squeeze. She gasped and rubbed my cockhead up and down her pussy lips.

“Yes, grandma,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone.”

Anna moaned and slowly inserted my cock into her tight, wet pussy. She groaned even louder as my cock spread her pussy and pushed its way deeper into her.

“Oh, Paul,” she moaned. “That’s it, honey. Put your big cock into grandma’s tight pussy. All the way baby.”

I twisted my hips and jammed my dick into Anna’s cunt. She groaned and leaned forward, falling against the bedroom closet door. She pushed her ass back onto my cock. I began pumping furiously in and out of her ass, watching it jiggle with every thrust. Anna was reduced to grunts and groans of pleasure. I kept fucking her ass and put my hands on her shoulders, arching her back to achieve maximum penetration. Anna grunted and shook her head.

“Oh, Paul,” she mumbled. “Your cock . . . feels . . ..so good . . inside grandma.”

I pumped even more furiously and pushed Anna forward until her body was crammed up against the closet doors, her huge tits mashed against the doors. I leaned back and began pumping upward, raising her off her heels with every thrust.

I could hear Frank panting behind the camera. And, I began to feel myself getting ready to climax. I reached around and grabbed one of Anna’s breasts in each of my hands and squeezed. With one final thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her pussy and Anna screamed with pleasure. As I came deep inside her, Anna turned her head to the side and stuck out her tongue. I leaned in and crammed my tongue into her mouth, trying at the same time to crawl up her ass as I shook out every drop of cum. I felt her body vibrate and tremble. With a tremendous gasp, she collapsed against the doors. I groaned, put my palms against her shoulder blades, and pushed her hard against the door. My cock felt like an electric current had shot through it. With a final groan, I jammed my hips against her ass.

Anna groaned and I circled my arms around her waist, pulled her close, and buried my head in her hair. My cock popped out of her pussy. I hugged her tightly until my body and hers relaxed. Panting, Anna turned around to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Paul,” she whispered. “You are such a good grandson.”

We kissed, and Frank yelled “cut.”

Anna gave me a big smile.

“Wow,” Frank said. “That was hot.”

I laughed and gave Anna a quick kiss.

“Did you like that, Paul?” Anna asked with a sly grin.

“And how,” I said.

“Frank,” Anna said to her husband. “Go get us some beers and then let’s watch the tape.”

Frank left the room for beers and Anna and I collapsed on the bed. I held her in my arms while she covered my chest in kisses and stroked my abs.

“Baby,” she purred. “You are such a hot lover. I could fuck you all night.”

I stroked her hair and kissed her. Frank returned with two cold beers and then busied himself with the camera and the VCR attached to the t.v. opposite the bed. Anna and I drank our beers and stroked each other. In a couple of minutes, Frank sat on the edge of the bed and the t.v. flickered on. There was the shot of Anna calling to me. Anna and I smiled as the film rolled. It was hot. Frank was good with the camera. As the movie played, I could hear his breathing getting thick. Anna stroked my cock and when we got to the fucking scene, I was hard again. Anna put her beer on the floor next to the bed and then started to suck me off, her body perpindicular to mine so she could watch the t.v. as she sucked me. I came as I watched my cock plunging in and out of her full, white ass.

I finished off my beer and settled back into the pillows, exhausted. I could hear Frank and Anna complimenting each other on their work as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke in the morning to Anna shaking my thigh. She was dressed in a frumpy housecoat but had reapplied her makeup.

“Hey, gorgeous,” she said with a leer. “Morning.”

I yawned and stretched.

“Listen, Paul,” she said. “Frank and I are having so much fun I called your grandma and asked her if we could borrow you for a bit longer.”

I smiled.

“Would you like that?” she said.

“Sure,” I answered. “I’m having fun too.”

“Great,” Anna said and gave me a kiss. “Frank has an idea for a new movie. All you have to do is play along. You’ll get the story real quick.”

I laughed. “Okay.”

Anna left the room. Frank slid through the door, said good morning, and then loaded a new tape into the camera and turned on the movie lights. A few seconds later, Anna re-entered the room, carrying a tray.

“Morning, grandson,” she trilled. “Grandma brought you some breakfast.”

I sat up and Anna slid the tray onto my lap. She sat next to me on the bed, still wearing the threadbare housecoat.

“Are you hungry, baby?” she asked me.

I said I was and laid into the breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, juice and coffee.

“You’re not a little boy anymore, are you?,” Anna said as she stroked my arm. “Grandma has to take care of her growing boy.”

I nodded and Anna removed the tray.

“Oh, my,” she said in mock surprise. “Look at all those crumbs on the sheet.”

She moved closer and began sweeping her hand over my sheet-covered crotch. As expected, my cock started to stiffen. This only seemed to encourage her further, and soon my cock had made circus tent of the sheet.

“Oh, my!” Anna said in surprise. “What’s that, honey?”

I faked embarrassment. “It happens all the time lately, grandma.”

Anna pursed her lips. “Well,” she said. “You really are a big boy.”

I wiggled my hips and my cock wagged back and forth.

“Grandma,” I said. “It kind of hurts.”

“Poor baby,” Anna said. “Granny can help it feel better.”

With that she closed her hand around my sheet-encased cock and began playing with it - - stroking it up and down, shaking it back and forth. Her breathing started to get ragged and I was twisting my hips in pleasure.

“Oh my,” Anna said. “It’s just getting bigger and bigger. Here, honey, let grandma take a little peek.”

Anna reached up and pulled the sheet slowly down to my knees. My hard cock sprang into view. She gasped dramatically.

“Oh, Paul,” she sighed. “Grandma really needs to make you feel better. Would you like that?”

I nodded eagerly.

“Okay, sweetie,” she said as she circled her soft white hand around my cock. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone about our little secret. Can you do that?”

“Yes, grandma,” I said excitedly.

“Hmmmmm,” Anna purred as she stroked my dick. “Look how big and fat your cock is. Grandma likes big, fat cocks. They really make Grandma feel good. So big and hard and fat.”

I swallowed. Anna dropped her other hand to my balls and started to squeeze and rub them.

“Oh,” she murmured. “What big round balls you have, grandson. Grandma likes big, round balls. Oh, she does. She really does.”

I leaned back agains the pillows and locked my hands behind my head, raising my hips up to meet Anna’s playful hands. I closed my eyes, enjoying her expert ministrations. Suddenly, I heard the bedroom door bang open. I looked up. Anna too turned her head. It was Frank, pretending to barge in. He walked five or six feet into the room and then froze. Anna never stopped stroking my cock.