Needless to say, I was enjoying my hot times with "Grandma" Anna and "Grandpa" Frank. I called my real grandmother to tell her that I was extending my stay by a couple of days, maybe even a week.
"Ok, baby," grandma said on the phone. "I miss you, honey. But it's ok. Patty DeLay's husband just died, so I'm spending a lot of time with her. But come home soon. I need you."
I agreed and hung up the phone.
Anna waltzed into the bedroom, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a halter top. Her massive jugs forming a delicious canyon.
"Everything ok, lover boy?" she asked me, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah," I answered. "I told grandma I'd be home in a couple of days. She's good."
Anna smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Great!" she beamed. "Frank will be so happy to hear that. He's been talking about that big cock of yours all morning."
I smiled and stretched. Anna ran a hand over my chest and my abs. She licked her lips.
"Hmmmmm," she murmured. "I want some more too . . .but I need to do some shopping first. Wanna come along?"
I laughed. "So long as we're not shopping for lettuce and bread."
"Oh, I think you'll like this shopping trip," she said with a giggle as she squeezed my cock. "Get your clothes on and let's go."
Ten minutes later I was in the passenger seat of Anna's Mercedes. She was babbling on about how happy she was and how great Frank was feeling as we tooled down the main street of the small suburban town she and Frank lived in. We took a right down a side street and she parked the car. I got out and opened her door for her.
She leaned up toward me and jammed her hot, juicy tongue into my mouth.
"Now, remember, Paul," she whispered in my ear. "I'm your grandma, and you're my grandson."
"Ok, grandma," I whispered back, twirling my tongue in her ear.
She giggled and hooked her arm in mine. The town was quiet as she led me up the block. We stopped in front of a shop and she gave me another peck on the cheek.
"You're gonna like this, baby," she said, as she opened the door with her free hand.
Anna pulled me through the door into what turned out to be the local lingerie shop. It was no Frederick's of Hollywood but the place was full from ceiling to floor of bras, panties, frilly underthings, and stockings.
"Back here," Anna said, pulling me along.
The back was where they kept the racier stuff - - merry widows, fishnet stockings, bustiers, thongs. Anna started flipping through the stuff on hangers while I watched over her shoulder.
"Why, Anna, darling," I heard a low, sexy voice behind me. "How are you girlfriend?"
I turned around to find a short, dark-skinned black woman, probably around 50 or 55. She wore her hair short and she gazed up at me with big, brown eyes and a wide smile. I looked down to admire her huge chocolate tits, encased in a tight blouse that displayed a long bodacious line of cleavage. She wore a tight, short blue skirt and high heels. I could see thick shapely thighs and nicely turned calves. And, I was certain that when she turned around I'd see a big, beautiful rounded ass.
"Oh, Selma, darling," Anna purred next to me. "I'm wonderful."
Anna looked at me and then at Anna as her smile widened.
"Selma," she continued. "This is my grandson, Paul."
Selma beamed and we shook hands, my large white paw engulfing her small, shapely hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Paul," Selma cooed.
"Very pleased to meet you, Selma," I said with a lascivious grin.
Anna laughed. "Seems like everyone is pleased."
Selma play slapped Anna on the arm. "Getting pleased is one of the good things in life. You know that, Anna."
We all laughed.
Anna squeezed my upper arm and circled her other arm around my waist.
"He's a cutie, my grandson. Don't you think, Selma?"
Selma looked me up and down. "He can warm my bed any night of the year." Her white teeth flashed in a bright smile.
"Hmmmm," Anna murmured. "He's an excellent bed warmer - - night or day."
I gulped. Selma gave me another, slower look up and down. Anna dropped her hand from my arm to my crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Girlfriend," Selma said, licking her lips. "I'm thinking I want to close up for lunch, 'cause somebody just delivered the food."
Anna laughed and Selma turned around to head to the front door. I watched her big, firm ass roll along under her skirt.
"Looks like we might have some afternoon delight, Paul," Anna whispered in my ear.
I felt her hand run along the front of my jeans and then her fingers gently pulled down my zipper. She moved around behind me and pushed my t-shirt up over my chest. I raised my arms and Anna yanked the shirt off. The cool air of the shop brushed against my nipples.
Selma had locked the door and turned around. Her eyes grew wide when she saw me shirtless. She smoothed down her skirt and walked toward me with an exaggerated, sexy stroll.
Anna, meanwhile, was unbuckling my belt and then unbuttoning my jeans. They dropped to the floor, leaving me just in my skivvies. Selma approached closer, licking her lips. With one hand, Anna began playing with my nipples; with her other hand, she began stroking my cock through my underwear.
"Damn, Anna," Selma whispered as she stood in front of me. "Your grandson is one fine-looking young man."
"He is . . .and he's more than just show," Anna whispered to Selma, licking me along my neck.
Selma put her hands on her hips and gave me a bold look.
"So, good-looking white boy," she said, thrusting her hips toward me. "How do you feel about black women?"
I laughed. "Right now, I'm feeling pretty hard."
Selma laughed. "You like big titties?" She asked, pushing her massive breasts up with her hands.
I gulped. "I do."
"Well, then," Selma said in her deep, mellow voice. "Come and get some."
I leaned down and plunged my face into the valley of her cleavage, placing my hands over hers and pushing and squeezing her tits as I licked and munched on her smooth, dark tit-flesh. Selma moaned.