My Granny, her friend and I

It was one of those days home alone watching a few rap videos on BET and after a while the half naked women gyrating and shaking their voluptuous ass sent blood rushing to my dick. It was hard and ready for action but the only way to vent my desire was with my hand.
Sliding my hands down my pants I began to rub around my head. The sensation forced me to arch my back. It was a little too much for me so I just wrapped my hand along the length of my meat and stroked it slowly, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. Mouth open and subtle moans erupting like the cum about to from my shaft I closed my eyes and that’s when I heard the knock on the door.
On the verge of cumming I pulled my hands from my pants and swore under my breath making for the door.
It was my grandmother’s friend Janice.
“Hi Ms. Walker,” I said opening the door letting her in.
She had a bag with her probably something to drop off so I figured her gift would be quick. I knew she wasn’t planning to wait on my grandmother who was still at least an hour from coming home.
“Hi John, I brought this for your grandmother. Be a dear and rest it in her room.”
Obeyed I figured it would be easier plus quicker in get her out the house so I could finish myself off.
When I returned she was sitting in the living room the television still playing videos but her gaze wasn’t on the television it was on me.
“I saw what you were doing through the window,” she said nodding towards the curtains.
I frowned. I wasn’t sure if you could see through them but I wasn’t sure so I had to take her word for it.
“So…”
“You don’t want your Granny knowing what you do when she’s at work do you.”
My heart rate increased. No I didn’t want my grandmother to know but at the same time I could believe this fifty something year old woman, with curly black hair was black mailing me of all people.
She smiled. “Take your clothes off.”
I obeyed dropping my pants and stripping my shirt off.
She uncrossed her legs. “You a little limp. Come suck my pussy.”
I think I got even limper.
“I don’t think my grandmother would be happy knowing what you just asked me to do.”
“Who do you think she’ll believe?