Grandma and granson

It was on Christmas this happened She wanted me to come down to her house to get my Christmas present and i twas sitting on the porch it was a new mountain bike haro of course and then i looked at it then i went inside the i walked over to her and kissed her and said thanks and i love you and then i asked weres my uncle she said he wont be back till tomorrow so then i was like oh so then i proceed to feel her up and the unbutton her pants and she said what are u doing and i said ,merry Christmas and she said oh no this is wrong and i said no it aint no one will ever no but me and u so we walked back to her bedroom =and i undressed her and started sucking on her 38 dd titties and the started eating her out and she was so tasty then she started grabbing my dick and i pulled it out and she sucked it till i came and sucked it dry then i started fingering her and she said that a waste of time so i did it for like two more minutes so she was wet cause she aint had sex in 13 years at least since pap died so i started fucking her and we did this for like an half hour or so then i stuck it in her ass then we did that for like ten minutes the i pulled it out and shot co=um all over her beautiful face now that the best Christmas present a man could ask for. this is a true story it happened just this past christmas now heres another story that happened a year ago with my other grandma

What can I say? I’ve got this thing for older women. I lost my cherry at 16 to my neighbor, a voluptuous married woman of 43 who rewarded me for cleaning her pool by sucking and fucking me twice a week. I’m 25 now and still irresistibly attracted to older women. Maybe it’s their curious blend of confidence and vulnerability. Maybe it’s that older women seem to know what they want. Maybe it’s just because they’re horny.

In any case, after graduating from college I got a job with a pretty big electronics company in the East Bay suburbs. As luck would have it, my recently widowed grandmother lived nearby, and I bunked at her apartment for a couple of months. Two things finally drove me to find my own place. First, it’s kind of hard to tell your grandmother that you’d like to bring a juicy, half-drunk 40 year-old gal home from a club and boff her in your bedroom right down the hall.

Second, my grandmother was driving me nuts. Grandma Elliot is 52 and a very good-looking woman. She’s short but slender with shoulder-length platinum hair, ice-blue eyes, nice-sized tits, a plush ass, and a lust for life. After two weeks of dragging my sorry ass home from work at 10 p.m., nodding off to sleep on the couch, and being wakened by Grandma returning from the neighborhood bar or the local club, I realized it was probably Grandma who resented my interference with her romantic life.

I found a nice studio apartment a couple of miles from Grandma Elliot’s, bid my farewells, and descended into six months of hell. I rose at 6 in the morning, worked all day, six days a week, and usually never returned home from work before 10 or 11 p.m. Sundays I was usually to tired to do anything but buy groceries, do laundry, watch t.v., and make a few phone calls. The money was good, but this was no way to grind my youth away.

Around March, I figured I’d saved up enough money to relax for a couple of months so I told my boss I was leaving. He cried. He wept. He ranted and raved. He offered me his wife and daughter, his pension fund, and the keys to his new BMW if I’d stay. Actually, he just nodded, said good luck, and made a call to human resources.

Heading out into the Spring air that afternoon, I felt great. Free at last. I hopped in my car, headed toward my apartment, and stopped at the first bar that got in my way. Twelve hours later, they called me a taxi. It took me two days to sleep off my hangover. With Friday night approaching, I called up a couple of friends from work, and we arranged to meet at a local dance club at 10 p.m. to kick off the weekend.

Friday night I decked myself out and headed for the club. Things were hopping, even for a local scene. There were plenty of good-looking women surrounding us as my friends and I settled up against the bar and began ordering drinks. Within an hour, I had danced with a young Ivy league grad on her first marketing job, a cute Filipina with earrings down to her shoulders, and a knockout redhead who’d done some temp work at my office. All were under 25, and none got my libido ticking.

After my dancefloor workout, my pal Sam and I became seriously engaged with a bottle of Bushmills whisky.

Around one, as Sam and I leaned into our drinks and mumbled half-remembered jokes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Expecting to see my other pal, John, I almost lost the fine Irish whisky warming my mouth when I turned my shoulders to see Grandma Elliot in front of me!

Jesus Christ, I thought. Busted by grandma!

Grandma Elliot was beaming a big smile at me and I returned it with a goofier one of my own.

“Well, well,” Grandma Elliot said, her hands on her hips.