I want to thank everyone who sent me comments and feedback about this series of stories. When I wrote the first story, I didn't have a plan for how to continue it, but your comments planted a few seeds that have sprouted, and now it has a life of its own, with perhaps two more chapters to come.
Thank you again, and keep the comments and feedback coming.
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Excuse me, I think the sun was in my ears. Did I hear you say you're going to be a Grandmother, and I am going to be a Dad? If so facto, Lizzie is pregnant, and I am the, um, impregnator?
How the hell did this happen? Okay, I know how this happens, but what I mean is... How did it happen to me? Lizzie's on the pill, and in the three years 'we' have been 'three', I must have fucked her well over a hundred times, and cum inside her, well, let's just say often. Something just didn't add up.
Becca and I sat there together, in silence for quite some time, before she finally spoke.
"Huh... I wondered how it would feel when I eventually became a Grandmother, but never saw it coming like this," she paused, and glanced over at me. "I guess we'll get more information this weekend when Lizzie arrives. Until then, let's not let this spoil our week, okay?" She stood, and extended her hand. "Come with me, Daddy. Sex is a great stress reliever, and I bet you're feeling a little stressed right now. Let me help you relax." I took her hand.
"Okay, Grandma," I laughed, returning the jibe, "I guess you're right."
We walked toward the house together, and when we reached the sliding glass doors, Becca paused and did a little spin, checking her reflection. She was wearing a cute little white sundress with a halter neckline, and, I knew for a fact, nothing else.
"Do I look different now that I'm going to be a Grandmother?" she grabbed the skirt and flashed her bum at me, giggling coyly. Like I said before... an incorrigible flirt. "Am I a hot Grandma?"
"Duh?!" I quipped, laughing back, and scooping her up in my arms. Once we made it to the bedroom, I put her down, and she immediately pressed herself tightly into my arms, kissing me sweetly. God, I Loved her so much. She felt so wonderful at home in my arms.
I plucked at the strap tied behind her neck, undoing it surreptitiously without any pause in my response to her passionate kiss. We tangled tongues for several seconds more before she pulled away.
"Oops!" she giggled, catching her top before it fell. "I wonder how
that
came undone?" She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.
"C'mon Grandma... Show us your tits!" I cheered.
She backed off and 'accidentally' let the straps slip through her fingers, exposing her full, round breasts. She shook them at me, causing the delightful shimmy and jiggle that I found so intoxicating. My eyes locked onto her quivering melons as she continued to tease me
"Those don't look like the breasts of any Grandmother I've ever seen, sexy lady," I said with a smile, as I began to undress. It wasn't long before we were both rolling around the bed in naked bliss, panting and pawing at each other like a couple of overheated teenagers whose parents are away for the weekend.
Sex with Becca was never run of the mill. By that, I don't mean to suggest that we were working our way through the kama sutra, page by page, although she was quite inventive. I just mean that it was a lot more than just a physical act for us.
Her skin was smooth and warm against mine. It was a feeling I had grown very accustomed to, and extremely fond of. We embraced in this fashion for quite a while. There was no need to rush, so we cuddled, kissed and caressed at our leisure, using fingers, lips and tongues to express our feelings for each other without need of words. Becca was on top when she ever so slowly began to slide lower down my body, kissing as she went.
"You just lay back and let me take care of this..." she paused as she reached my crotch, "... this... this huge problem. This nice, huge, hard problem." She had her hand wrapped lovingly around my cock, and was gently stroking it while giving it a close range inspection. "Such a nice cock... So long, and hard, and thick... I just love the way it fills my hot pussy... and the way it tas... mmmm... mmmph..." her dialogue was cut short as she gobbled and slurped my dick.
Your ex-husband was such a short sighted, small-dicked, small-minded asshole... and I will be forever thankful for that fact!
I thought, as I luxuriated in the incredible sensations her mouth was giving me.
'He wouldn't kiss me for days if I sucked his cock...' she had told me. If it meant getting this treatment more often, I'd kiss her
while
she was sucking my cock.
She continued for another couple of minutes, before raising up and straddling me. My cock disappeared into the wet depths of her pussy as quickly as it had done so in her succulent mouth. Then she leaned forward and dangled her huge breasts in my face, knowing full well that I would be eagerly receiving them with kisses of passion.
Kisses soon gave way to suckling with a purpose. Becca had always expressed a distinct fondness for having her thick, stiff nipples sucked in just such a way, while I have always been more than willing to do so. I don't know if I was breast fed as a child and that's where it started, or perhaps I was denied that intimate contact, so had a psychological compensation at work. Either way, I have always had a thing for breasts... big breasts. Hers fulfilled every fantasy I'd ever had... except one, and soon, her daughter's nearly identical tits would undoubtedly check that last one off the list.
Becca undulated her hips, rocking them front to back as she skewered herself up and down in a slow rhythm that clearly she enjoyed, based on the gleeful noises she was making.
"Ooooooo... mmmm... Oh yes... Oh yes!" she hissed, increasing her tempo. It was becoming difficult to remain latched onto her nipple with the added bounce of her breasts, but I was able to hang in there for another few minutes, long enough to bring her to the brink of her orgasm.
"Oh god, yes... suck my tits... suck them hard!... Make me cum, baby!... Make mE CUMMMMM!... AHHHHHN!" she shrieked, crashing down on my chest as her pussy twitched around my cock.
When she had recovered, she lifted off of me, grabbed my ankles, and dragged me sideways on the bed, amid grunts and giggles of effort. Once I was positioned to her satisfaction, she dropped to her knees and resumed her earlier oral efforts to suck me dry. My cock was slick with Becca juice, and she smacked her lips when she tasted her own pussy on me, grinning widely.
"Almost as yummy as Lizzie's cunt," she commented, then sucked me in again. It was only a few minutes before she had me ready to cum. She sat back.
"Cum on me, baby! Stroke that big, hard cock and paint me with your hot cum!"
I stood over her and jerked my saliva lubricated dick as requested, while she kept a constant stream of filthy encouragement going. I started to grunt and growl, at which point she held her breasts out, tipped her head back, and opened her mouth.
The first rope of white goo erupted from my cock, landing like a ribbon across her nose, forehead and hair. The next one was parallel but shorter, splashing over her tongue, lips and cheek. She had asked me to 'paint' her, so I did, and by the time I squeezed the last drops from my dick, cum was hanging from her earlobe, nose and chin. It decorated her hair like garlands on a Christmas tree. Globs that had landed on her chest were slowly succumbing to gravity, leaving shiny trails as they oozed downward. Through it all, she smiled under her coating of glaze.
I was snoring before she returned from her obviously necessary shower, but when I awoke, my darling was cuddled softly next to me in the bed, smiling as she slept.
"Honey, can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?" Becca called. She was sitting out by the pool with a thoughtful look on her face when I approached. There had been many occasions of deep thought on both our behalves since Lizzie had dropped the baby bombshell in our collective laps, so the situation wasn't unique, but the look on her face was slightly different this time. I sat down.
"Okay Sweetheart, I'm all yours," I said, not yet grasping the irony of the phrase. She smiled.
"I'm not going to tap dance around this. I want you to marry Lizzie," she said, dropping her own explosive idea in a 'matter of fact' manner.
Living with these women had left me feeling stunned a lot lately. This was another such occasion.
Marry Lizzie?
"But... and this is not a reflection on Lizzie," I said when I could speak again, "... I don't want to marry Lizzie. I wanted to marry you."
"I know that," she laughed, "but I don't need you to say 'I do' to know you Love me. Your dedication and fidelity are not, and have never been, in question. I am just proposing that we expand it to include one more. Actually," she corrected herself, "make that two more, counting my grandchild."
"Funny you should put it that way... 'proposing'... normally the marriage proposal comes from at least one of the people getting married, " I replied.
"Yeah," she laughed again, "and since when has 'normal' been used in a sentence that describes our relationship?"
