The day after my first encounter with SilverSexy, a.k.a. my grandmother, I woke in my own bed and padded to the kitchen for breakfast. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs and to remind myself that I was still living on planet earth. Memories of grandma's grunts and groans and the sloppy, wet sound of fucking clouded my mind. Despite the warning bells sounding somewhere deeper in my brain, my cock twitched in my pajamas.
"Hey there, big fella." It was my dad, seated at the kitchen counter sipping coffee and reading the paper.
He dipped his head and peered over the top of his reading glasses. "Whoa, slugger. Don't let your mom catch you like that."
I blushed and crouched over, trying to hide my erection. He laughed.
" 'S okay, bud. I was young once too." He sighed and returned to his newspaper.
My hardon faded and I assembled my breakfast of cereal, juice, and a peach. I avoided looking at my father, focusing instead on the food in front of me. My brain was still swirling with confusion - - about grandma, me, what we had done the night before.
"Say," dad said, standing and pulling off his reading glasses. "Grandma Barb is coming over for dinner tonight."
The spoon slid out of my fingers and clattered against the cereal bowl.
"Yeah," he continued. "I'm pretty excited too. Just be here at six."
He tossed his coffee cup into the sink and disappeared out the kitchen door. I sat there dumbly until I heard his car engine roar to life in the driveway. I dropped my cereal bowl and glass in the sink and stood there, thinking. What would I do about grandma? What would it be like to actually see her? How could I pretend things were normal? I groaned in confusion.
Nothing beats stress like distraction. So, I spent the rest of the day studying on campus. I finished a grueling workout at the gym by five-thirty and biked home through warm, humid spring air. I pedaled up the driveway past Gran's car and stowed my bike in the garage.
Mom and dad and gran sat at the dining room table. Dad frowned but gran beamed at me as I entered the room. I wore a tight smile. Dad flicked his eyes down to his watch and back up at me.
"S-s-sorry," I stammered. "Had to finish up a lab report."
I sat at the table. After a brief pause, everyone resumed eating.
"Charlie," my mom said brightly. "Grandma says you stopped by for a visit at her place last night."
I almost choked on a mouthful of lasagna. I raised my eyes to grandma but she was nodding at mom.
"Yes," gran said. "I called him to ask if he could bring over some sugar." She turned her gaze on me. "And he did."
"Nice," dad said, ladling another helping of lasagna onto his plate. "That's my boy."
I smiled weakly. The food was tasteless but it was important to keep chewing and swallowing. Even if my stomach was training for a gymnastics meet.
"Charlie, dear," grandma intoned sweetly. "Perhaps you could come over tonight and help me with that box I told you about."
I burned crimson from face to toes.
"Sure," I mumbled and nodded.
Mom reached a hand across the table to my forehead. "Charlie, are you okay? You're all flushed and you feel like you're burning up."
"Fine," I muttered. "I'm fine. Just a little warm from biking home."
Gran and mom clucked together and I stood with my plate in my hands.
"Hey," dad said. "You just eat and bolt?"
"Please, dear." Grandma laid her hand on dad's forearm. "The poor boy is worn out. Let him be."
Dad sighed while I skirted the table to drop my plate off in the kitchen. Mom and dad's baleful stares tracked me as I scurried through the dining room on my way upstairs.
"Remember, Charlie," gran cooed to me as I hurried up the steps. "I need help with that box."
I locked my bedroom door and flopped onto my bed. Swearing out loud, I buried my face in the pillow. My thoughts raced. No way I could act normal. After what gran and I did, we'd never be able to return to before. And, if mom and dad found out. I ground my teeth together. The idea of keeping something so dangerous a secret. Impossible. The stress would kill me.
A little while later, my phone vibrated.
A text from grandma: "I'm home."
I groaned and stood. Okay. I smacked my palms together. I'd head over and we'd talk about it. We'd get things clear. Resolve things. I couldn't live with this kind of tension. I raced to the garage through an empty house. Mom and dad must have gone out for dessert, part of their evening ritual. I hopped on my bike.
Thanks to the cool evening air and my feet pumping the pedals, my brain relaxed as I rode under tree-lined streets to grandma's house. We'd made a mistake. But, we could correct it. A sense of calm confidence replaced my earlier panic. I wheeled up gran's driveway suddenly light with relief.
Stowing my bike behind the little clapboard house and taking a deep breath, I knocked on gran's kitchen door. The light in the porch ceiling flicked on and grandma peered through the glass before twisting the lock.
"Charlie," she said sweetly. "Come in."
She stood aside and I brushed past her. The door shut behind me as I turned. Grandma's hands slid around my neck and she tugged my mouth to hers. Her tongue slithered between my lips. Instinctively, obeying my desire, I wrapped my arms around her waist. She groaned and wound her body tight against mine, her big tits squashed against my chest.
My brain struggled against my body until I pulled my head back. Grandma's glistening lips hung inches from mine.
"Gran," I said in a hoarse voice. "I . . . I . . . we . . . need to talk."
I released my arms from her waist. Hers still clung to my neck.
She blinked and dropped her hands to my chest.
"Well," she said in a breathy voice. "Okay. If we must."
I took a step away from her and crossed my arms over my chest.
"What we did last night," I began.
Grandma smiled.
"You didn't enjoy it?" She asked, taking a step toward me.
"No . . . no." I retreated until my butt hit the refrigerator. "I mean, yes. I mean . . . "
Grandma advanced and her big tits made contact with my t-shirt. She put a finger to my lips.
"Well," she whispered. "Of course, you're a little confused. I am too."
My lips moved to answer but she pressed her finger more forcefully against my mouth.
"No, no," she continued. "Let me talk."
Her sweet, heavy perfume seemed to fill the kitchen. My eyes swept over her bathrobe and the lush curves beneath it. A smile crept along her lips.
"I mean," she said, now in matter-of-fact tones. "It's not something that happens everyday. Or, every night."
She chuckled. Tilting her head to the side, she flexed her eyebrows.
"But you can't tell me, Charlie." She returned her free hand to my chest and trailed it downward. "You can't tell me, sweetie, that you didn't enjoy it. Can you?"
Her palm slid across the crotch of my jeans. I screwed my eyes shut.
"I know you did," grandma whispered, rubbing the front of my jeans. "You got so hard for me. And, you fucked me so hard." Her voice hitched. "Fucked me really hard, Charlie. Like an animal"
Her finger left my lips.
"Goodness," she lowered her voice. "A young guy can't help himself. Can he?"
She pushed her body against mine, her hand still attached to the front of my pants. She mashed her tits against me.
"You're already hard," she murmured, squeezing my stiff cock. "You tell me," she said. "Tell me if you enjoyed it. Yes or no."
I craned my head upward. Grandma's warm breath swept across my neck. Her lush body started to sway gently from side to side.
"Yes or no," she murmured. "Simple as that."
Her fingers traveled up and down the length of my cock as it strained against my jeans.
I swallowed and inhaled her perfume. My cock seemed to swell endlessly and my hips rocked, responding of their own accord to her swaying body. Grandma attached her other hand to my crotch.
I groaned. "Yessssss." The word crawled from my belly to the back of my throat. "Fuck, yessssss."
Grandma's fingers worked at the zipper of my jeans and her cool hands circled my cock.
"There," she gasped. "That's better."
She returned her mouth to mine and our kiss grew increasingly passionate. The kissing transformed my cock into a plank of wood suspended between my legs. As she milked me with her hands, my hips jerked back and forth. Grandma murmured something deep in her throat and released my cock. She gazed up at me. Untying the sash of her robe, she pulled it open. Her eyes gleamed with hunger and her lips tilted into a leer. Her ample body was squeezed into a shiny black corset, the pale tops of her tits ballooning out of the corset cups. She shook her hair and stepped away from me, slowly pulling the robe wide open. It slid to her feet.
I growled and she smiled.
"Come then, Charlie," she trilled softly, snatching my cock back into her hand. "Let's go upstairs."
I stepped out of my jeans and grandma collected our clothes. She led me by the cock through the dining and living rooms. Her big, luscious ass swayed up the stairs in front of me. She pushed through her bedroom door and spun around, her hand still firmly grasping my cock. We kissed and she tossed our clothes onto the floor. She pushed me onto the bed and I sprawled across her comforter. Grandma stood above me, her hands on her hips and her tits thrust outward and upward. She flashed me a wicked grin and kneeled between my legs.
When her tongue touched my cock, my body almost jumped to the ceiling. She chuckled and seemed to inhale my cock into her warm, wet mouth. Maybe grandma knew it was my first blowjob, because she sucked and licked and stroked enthusiastically. My hips squirmed on the bed and I grunted and sighed as gran's ardent mouth grew my cock harder and bigger. She grunted too, her own excitement mounting to match mine.
Somewhere in the house, and somewhere beneath our noisy lovemaking, I heard a sound. But the pleasure radiating from my groin pushed it to the far edges of my consciousness. Gran's mouth however suddenly stopped feeding on my cock. Her eyes popped open.
I moaned in protest
