Pleasuring a Granny Ch. 2

By: teufelturm© (First-time, Anal, Mature,)

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Date: 11th December 1965. (A date I shall never forget)

I came home from work to find Granny and my mother, whom I shall refer to as Pat from here on in, setting the table for dinner. This was a surprise, as I had no idea that she was even in the country.

After the meal, and usual chit chat that goes with visits, Granny said that she had to get us all ‘on the same page’, so we settled down in what she liked to call the ‘drawing room’ and I call a living room, then all was made clear.

“Tim, there has been a lot going on behind your back these last few days and now is the time to get everything out and sorted. I’ve been thinking for a while now about Jean’s situation. You and I rattle around in this huge house, we hardly use any of it and Jean is desperately trying to keep a roof over her and her husband’s heads, well I can and will fix that. I’m wealthy, healthy, and you’ve gone a long way to making me happy. I don’t see why we can’t use what good fortune we’ve got to help someone else be happy as well.”

“Pat has some news as well and it was her telling me the news which made up my mind for me. I’ve decided to turn that unused second drawing room into a long-term care room for Jean’s husband, and then she can give up renting that hovel they’re living in and moves in here with us. It’s large enough to put two beds in there as well as all the furniture she’ll need. Before any of this can take place the three of us need to talk about our own situation.”

Pat then spoke up to tell me that she had recently lost her job, details would come later, but she had asked Granny if she could come and stay until after Christmas then she could seek another post. Granny picked her up at the station and together they’d sorted out the details of the proposed new arrangements.

Pat then went to Granny and kissed her.

“Granny, I already know you two are screwing each other silly. Thanks to the remote for the drive gates, I actually arrived here one day about an hour before I announced myself, I heard a great deal and I’m green with envy, I never knew he preferred older women. I certainly never expected him to be able to make a grown woman squeal as he did with you. I’m not his real mother, you don’t have to explain anything to me, but I give you fair warning, if I can bed him, I will.”

“Err, can I say something?”

“What?” “What?” From the two women who have been closest to me in my life.

“I know I’m only a sex object now, but there was a time not all that long ago when I thought of you as my mother and now I find that you are planning to have me in your bed, I’m getting an erection at the thought, I am to say the least, confused, but incredibly aroused.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“No”

“Are you shocked?”

“No, why do you have to be in bed? I’m all for wherever, whenever and I’ll certainly encourage you.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes Pat, that’s a promise and as soon as this pow-wow is over I’ll be happy to honour it.”

We laughed and relaxed over a glass (or two) of wine and I found that Pat was indeed going to be living here as she was to be the care assistant for Jean. I also learned that Jean had no inkling of any of this, but as Granny pointed out Christmas was coming, and it would be good to have a full and happy household at this time.

Granny said that tomorrow we had to plan the move of Jean and her husband. She then stood and smiled.

“I do believe I am tired out from such a busy day so if you will forgive me I’ll say goodnight and leave you two to talk!”

Talk? Ha! It wasn’t long before Pat had my jeans open and was hauling my erection out of my boxers.

She stared at what she’d got hold of and then looked me in the eyes and said:

“I knew you were going to be well hung, but I never thought I’d brought a horse up!”

She stood up, and started to remove her dress, revealing what a ripe body she possessed.

“Please, fuck me, now, here.”

She would never be able to wear any of those clothes again and once I’d got her breasts out of her bra’, I was lost. She really did have beautiful, full, firm breasts. She was obviously ready for sex, but she wasn’t ready for ten inches of swollen cock being shoved into her in one thrust and she squealed in much the same way as Granny does, we then settled down to some very enjoyable, inventive and athletic fucking.

After her second climax I confessed that my knees were getting sore and pulled out of her, she sighed and said that that would keep her happy until the morning and stood up. Big mistake, she was on her back on the table before she could blink with my face pressed into her sex. I sat on a dining chair at the end of the table with my arms wrapped around her thighs holding her tightly as I spent a noisy thirty minutes licking and nibbling her clitoris.

My cock was beginning to throb again so I stood up and inserted it into Pat’s soaking sex tunnel then slowly, very slowly, eased it into her until she once again had all of it inside her. I slid gently in and out of her, savouring each fantastic sensation of her vaginal muscles squeezing me as I did so. I could also caress her gorgeous breasts and nip her nipples as well as stroke her tummy.

Eventually the fingers of my right hand wandered down to her clitoris as my left hand continued to tease her erect nipples and soon she was panting and moaning, a glazed look in her eyes as she started to buck uncontrollably before emitting an enormous yell and clamped her legs around me as she climaxed.

I had been surprised by at the eagerness with which Pat removed her clothes and asked me to fuck her. I was certainly surprised that I didn’t feel at all guilty in doing it.

We called it a day at that point and crawled upstairs to our respective bedrooms, Granny was in mine!

I honestly didn’t have the energy to do much, but I needn’t have worried, Granny just masturbated me until I was semi-rigid then climbed on top of me, inserted my cock into her very moist sex tunnel, (she must have been diddling herself as she waited for me) and then leant forward to whisper “Isn’t Pat a noisy one? I’ll always know when you’re in her and that’s for sure!”

She then forced herself down my shaft and rode me, I really didn’t need to move, but the urge is strong and it wasn’t long before I was thrusting upwards to meet her coming down until she started moaning, I had to clamp my mouth on hers until she came. As she slowly subsided onto my chest she told me that if she’d met me when she was forty she’d have left her husband and to hell with the money. I think I was asleep when she left my bed.

I slept late the next day and came downstairs to the aroma of bacon and eggs, but said I had to pass as I was late for work. It was Granny’s week for surprises, she calmly informed me that she’d already rung in to tell my boss that I was having to take extended leave because of unexpected family problems and wouldn’t be returning for some considerable time. That was when I found out just how much I had been appreciated. Granny was told that if I didn’t return to work on the 28th of December, my employment would be terminated.

Before I could react to any of this Granny put a letter in my hand.

“Have your breakfast then go into the study and read that, then we talk!”

I did as she asked but I was not happy. Then I read the letter.

When Granny set out to surprise people, she did not mess about. The letter was from Granny’s solicitor informing me that my salary was £40,000 per annum with a bonus of £25,000 payable each anniversary of my employment commencement subject to satisfactory achievements. All I had to do was stay with Granny and look after her and the house until her death.

When I’d recovered my composure and went in search if her and found her with Pat on the back porch.

“Granny; what is going on? What’s all this about salary and bonus payments. What are you up to?”

The story finally emerged. Granny was not rich, she was astronomically wealthy. She had been lonely and alone after her husband died and then Jean, me and then Pat had arrived on the scene and her life had begun humming again. We never asked anything of her or from her, but we restarted her zest for life and especially in the area of sex.

Apparently, she and Gerald had led a very busy sex life, which included couples from the upper strata of society occasionally coming to their house for weekend orgies.

All that stopped suddenly on Gerald’s death. Granny had decided to restart it except that this time the participants would not have to travel anywhere.

“Tim, you need to have an income and be financially secure, well now you are now a man of leisure, with a house and grounds and a Harem to look after. Pat, have you ever slept with a woman?”

“OK, time for secrets to be aired, yes, twice, she blushed, once a long time ago, never to be repeated.