Title: Command Word List Keywords: mF, teen, mat, inc, grandma, son, mdom, mc Author: Caesar Summary: Fred finds a list of phrases that seem to control his grandmother. There was a young woman named Florence Who for fucking professed an abhorrence, But they found her in bed With her cunt flaming red, And her poodle-dog spending in torrents. Command Word List by Caesar, copyright 2005 $Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ Every summer mother donates me to help my grandparents around the house - painting, trimming and other general duties to both lawn and structure. This year being the first since grandpa had died before last Christmas and so my mother had loaned me out for a full week rather than the traditional weekend! To say the least, this fifteen year-old dreaded every second - wanting to be a sloth full-time comes much more naturally. It was one of the hottest and most humid days of the summer up till then. So grandma wore loose fitting shorts, buttoned up shirt and sandals. I wore shorts and not much else. Both of us started to sweat even before we started to work just after breakfast the first morning of my visit. Grandma is an attractive, in an aged sort of way of course, and energetic old bird. No I never looked at her that way - but I did not miss the fact that she still had a waistline and that her legs were her best feature. In fact, I was a little proud that my grandma was not the least like most of my friends' - old and miserable. Before it got too hot, grandma asked me to retrieve the junk in the peaked roof of the garage - to bring it down to the cement floor for her to sort. It was dust covered boxes of memories - many opened or rotting - stacks and stacks of them. It was dusty, and as the sun rose in the sky, hot work. I don't know how many trips up and down that folding ladder I did that first hour - but there were still plenty of boxes in the attic and grandma kept opening and sighing deeply when discovering some memorable content from her past. Since I had been much more proficient than my grandma, as she frequently strolled down memory lane, I started to slow down - a drink of cold water, sitting down to rest for a moment, and even looking at some of the old junk from my grandparents past. At one point I sat down in the attic and checked out some of grandpas old war medals, slowly inspecting each. They came from a dusty smelly old foot locker that was unlocked. After the medals, an old helmet, mess kit, a smelly pair of leather boots and even powdered mouth powder and boot polisher. I was just about to close the box and continue when I brought out a small leather bound note book. The leather had turned brown with age and the pages yellow. There was only a single page of writing, the rest empty. In dark ink that had run or faded, the odd list stood out enough for me to inspect it closer. Glenda's Command Word List soaring heat sexy for her man green gremlins removes clothing insatiable tart needs sex naughty river becomes submissive horse prick needs to suck my red ass daddy's naughty little girl unclimbed summit willing to try kinky sex Glenda was my grandmothers name! The rest, well, that was just all noise to me - puzzling how it listed some obviously strange and provocative words. And what did it mean with the heading of 'command word' listing? "Have you fallen asleep up there Freddy? I have nearly caught up to you." I hated when she called me that, no one calls me 'Freddy' not even my mother. "No grandma - I will be right down." I stuffed the small leather notepad into my back pocket and grabbed another box before I carefully descended the stairs. Since we had started work that morning, grandma seemed to be rather melancholy with the emotional task she had set out for us to complete today. So when I spoke a phrase out of that notebook it was to be provocative - because, as I was beginning to believe, it was some old codes that grandma and grandpa had devised for when they wrote letters back and forth during the war. That is what horny teenagers forced to separate do right? Not understanding sexuality, but overwhelmed with its emotions and feelings, we approach it each in our own way. Mine was to be blunt and to use humour. "Grandma? 'Green gremlins'!" I starred at her with a smirk, expecting her to turn bright red and wiggle a finger at me in anger. Instead she starred at me in something like shock - open mouthed and wide eyed. Finally, "What did you say Freddy?" She practically whispered this. With the unexpected response I did not have the heart to say the phrase again and just shrugged while starring back at her. When it was obvious that I was not going to say anything, grandma asked in a near-whisper, "Are you sure this is what you want honey?" For some strange reason my shrug turned into a single nod of my head - though I had no idea what I was agreeing too. Grandma sighed deeply and then brought up her dust covered hands and hooked her thumbs into her elastic waistband and shoved them down her long shapely legs. My nervous silence turned into shock - as I watched my grandparent step out of her discarded shorts before her hands came up to start working on the buttons of her dirty shirt. Since my grandma had started to remove her clothing, something in her had changed. It was a subtle mix that I could not decipher - it was almost like she was anxious or pleased. Was that what that notebook listed, commands that grandmother had to act out? I had said the word phrase next to the line about 'removes clothing' and suddenly she was stripping right before my eyes. "Grandma stop!" She blinked in surprise and froze with her hands just on the verge of pushing the unbuttoned shirt off her shoulders. I could see the white sports bra beneath. "Is this not what you wanted me to do Freddy?" I had to tear my eyes from her exposed flesh, her long legs, the white cotton panty covering that place between her legs. "Or am I finally too old to expect any man to think me attractive?" Grandma suddenly dropped the shirt so that it fell to her bare feet before stomping out of the garage in only her bra and panties. When had she removed her sandals? What a fucking heel I felt like. The book had given me the phrases to control grandma - of that I was suddenly sure of. In my fifteen years, I had never once seen my grandparent as exposed as she had been only seconds before. That was simply not how our family does things - nudity was not condoned or accepted in any common way. So, without realizing the power I held over her, I had used that phrase and saw more than I had ever seen before - but in telling her to stop, she had assumed I had been disgusted with her body. Oh sure, it was not like the co-ed girls in my school - especially the seniors. But grandma had all the right curves in the right places and the sight of her had done more than simply surprise me. Hell, it was the first intimate promise of womanly flesh in my life, what do you think it did to me? "Grandma?" I followed her back into her home - the place of my mothers childhood, the place where my grandfather read me stories on his knee as I inhaled the sweet smell of his pipe. She stood clad, as I had left her wearing her panties and bra, in the kitchen, boiling water for her tea. As I entered she turned towards me and crossed her arms before her. The look on her face bore no patience and boded ill for my immediate future. The only thing I could think of to say was, "'Green gremlins'!" Grandma blinked a few times and then spun to turn off the stove element before moving smoothly to remove that sweaty sports bra and panty. They lay quickly forgotten upon the floor at my grandparents feet. There, two meters before me, was a naked woman and I felt my body tremble. Ever so slowly she turned on her small bare feet, until she faced me almost boldly. I could tell that she was trying to read my impressions of her bare form - to see if I was disgusted or enjoyed the sight. This gave me the strength to boldly view the naked woman's body before me. Those dark small nipples, the thick inverted triangle between her legs, even how the tan lines seemed to cause the normally hidden flesh of her body to glow brightly in the morning light. "Do I look so terrible Freddy?" She seemed nervous suddenly, as if fearing an answer but feeling forced to answer. I really had no idea what it is like to be a older woman with a younger man appraising her aged body - but I could imagine. My head eventually nodded negatively long before my raspy whisper, "You're hot grandma!" A pleased, and perhaps proud, smile spread slowly on her lips. "No one but your grandpa has seen me naked since I was about your age." She slowly turned, giving me a great view of her sexy curves and that perfectly proportioned ass. It could be the ass of one of my more attractive teachers. The legs perhaps a little thinner, but long enough to give me the impression that her short frame was in fact tall. Though she stood before me for a very long while - neither of us saying a word, she studying me and I her - both of us seemed satisfied and pleased with ourselves and the situation. Finally grandma commented, "I am dirty from the garage, I think I will go have a shower?" Grandma never had showers, she was a once-a-night bath person from long before I was born. She slowly turned, almost as if she did not want to go as well as knowing eyes would watch her every move, and started for the hallway. Just before she disappeared, my mother's mother looked over her shoulder to see me still starring at her ass and she gave me a quick private smile before she was gone. I fell into a hardwood chair immediately and took several long breaths - as my heart was pounding in my chest as if someone was using a sledge hammer from inside. With a blink of remembrance, I yanked the notebook from my pocket and read the list again - the odd phrases suddenly meaning so much more. I could not believe the luck in finding such a magical item. As impossible as it seems, those odd phrases seemed to control my grandmother - and subsequently, I uttered them and had controlled her. Her disrobing like that before me was like halting the flow of a great river, so incredible as it was. My feet moved quickly as I followed my grandmother within minutes of her disappearance. The bathroom door was still open and I could see the shadowed bare form beneath the steaming hot water behind the curtain. I strode over and pulled the curtain aside and spoke hurriedly, "'Soaring heat'!" Grandma, at first, looked surprised at my intrusion - whipping water from her face to blink at me. Then a wide smile appeared on her lips and her eyes seemed to twinkle as she hoarsely asked, "Are you here to join me honey?" She did not wait before a hand reached out and caressed, that is the only term appropriate, my shoulder. That single touch seemed to draw me into the shower stall as if her hand was magnetic. Grandmother seemed to swing her hips generously as she reached past me to close the curtain. She then covered her mouth and giggled like any girl my own age would have, "Are you going to shower with your shorts on Freddy?" Her dripping wet eyebrows fluttered several times. "Would you like me to take them off for you honey?" Now I know you will think it sounds stupid but I felt embarrassed at walking into the shower with my shorts on - infantile or at least juvenile. Should I just post 'inexperienced' or 'virginal' on my forehead? My hands moved quickly and shoved my shorts off so that I stood naked facing my grandmother. I felt so inadequate and uncertain what to do next. Then the realization that my hard teenage penis was fully exposed and I felt heat flushing the skin of my face from embarrassment. Grandma, though, was staring unashamed at my fully hard manhood. "Oh Freddy... you have a beautiful penis!" Her eyes looked up into my own, almost playfully, "Is that what you young people call it now?" My mouth moved anxiously, wanting to appear less inexperienced than I truly was and used the crude title my friends used amongst ourselves, "'Cock'." Grandma giggled into her hand again before her eyes starred back down at my teenage dick, "I like that... 'cock'... it sounds so deliciously naughty!" Then her eyes looked intensely into my own, "I love your cock Freddy." Then the moment was lost as she turned back towards the shower head and adjusted it so the water hit us both. This allowed me to exhale the breath I had been holding unconsciously as well as to enjoy the intimately close sight of my grandmothers naked wet flesh. I loved how her pale skin shone with the layer of water rolling down it. It seemed to make those sexy curves glow. When she spun back around, grandma held a bar of soap. "May I wash you honey?" She fluttered her eyes a few times before I could even nod. Grandma suddenly dropped to her knees and began to lather up my feet and legs, slowly moving higher. She worked systematically, methodically, so that every centimetre of my flesh was caressed by the soap covered hand. She worked right up to my thighs before she stopped and gave me another flutter of eyebrows, "Shall I clean your cock for you honey?" There she was kneeling naked and wet before me, one side of her face a breath away from my hard dick, those eyes looking deeply into my own. There was no age difference between us at that moment, nothing saying that she was decades older than I or that what I was doing was illegal. Now I understood what it meant when someone said a guy's dick is his second brain! Because that was where I was doing most of my thinking at that moment. This is my grandmother for gods sake! Not getting an answer, grandma lost some of her smile and some of the twinkle in her eye, before she continued to soap up my torso to my neck. As I watched her, the magic seemed to have dissipated from between us - and for the life of me, I was not sure what I may have said to cause this. In moments, when she was again standing before me, grandma said simply, "You have a gorgeous body Freddy." She turned around and bent to turn off the shower, she having completed hers before I arrived. Grandma opened the curtain, stepped out and passed me a towel before retrieving another for herself. She did not look at me as she dried her long thick brown-gray hair. Then the words that I feared to say came mumbling through my lips, "'Horse prick'." Grandma slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder at me - I saw that that glint was already smouldering into a blaze again within her eye. She licked her lips slowly while her eyes studied my hard cock. She turned around and pulled my wet towel from my hands, dropping it where her own had landed. Then holding both my hands in hers, she stepped backwards - out the door, down the hallway and into her room. It was a grandmother's room - flowered wallpaper, mysterious bottles and tools on the dresser, stale perfume and moth balls. Grandma turned and then gently pressed me back into a seated position at the foot of her bed and let go of my hands. She kept her eyes locked onto my own as she retrieved a thick flower-print-covered pillow and dropped it between my spread feet. A sly smile spread and her tongue constantly licked and moisted her lips - she looked down-right anxious! My body was again trembling as I understood what was about to happen - amazed at what I was about to enjoy. Though never before had it included my grandparent, what was about to happen was something out of fantasy. Grandma slowly knelt down upon the pillows and placed both her palms on the tops of my upper thighs. Her eyes softened before she spoke, "Grandma loves you very much Freddy and she wants to make you happy." Her eyebrows again fluttered in my direction. Almost impatiently she added suddenly, "I want to suck your beautiful cock Freddy! Please tell grandma to suck your cock?" Anxiously she awaited until I realized nervously that I had to speak the words or else I would go mad with lust from the wait. Sounding like my voice box had been ground with sandpaper I gasped, "Suck me grandma? Please!" The last had been in a higher octave and sounded nothing less than what it was - pleading. My grandmother just fluttered her eyebrows approvingly and smiled with pleasure before leaning forwards and engulfing the head of my penis just as I began to shoot. It was that fast. Grandma swallowed loudly and I could feel the sucking warmth at the circumcised head of my prick. God it felt good! Her familiar face eventually rose and her tear-glistened eyes looked into my own. "It has been years since I tasted anything so delicious honey. Thank you." It looked like she was about to cry - though it was a toss up if from happiness or from missing grandpa. I then noticed a small drop of my sperm on her chin, and for some reason that sight, and not what we had done up to that moment together, would alter how I looked at my grandmother from that day forwards. Gone was the old distant cold woman that us grandkids dreaded visiting. Within that woman kneeling before me was a person that I had not considered before - in a relative or not. She was so complex - experienced but lonely, sexy but hidden. Somehow grandpa had discovered these words to control his wife - and probably they had enjoyed them for years and years before I was even born. This colourful woman before me had been a sexual object of pleasure and from what I could see in my short glance, enjoyed that part of her secret self. Grandma looked down to my lap again and made a gasp of surprise, "You are still erect Freddy?" It sounded as if this could not be possible. I am a teenage guy who has just experienced the most amazing thing in his life - the fact that it included my grandmother pushed it to a different plain of existence. There was no hesitation or misrepresentation this time, "'Insatiable tart'!" Grandmother quickly smiled widely before lowering her face enough to press my hard shaft against her smooth cheek in a soothing almost loving manner, her eyes still locked with my own. "Please fuck me Freddy? I don't want to live another day if I can't have this beautiful cock inside me!" My nod of agreement came immediately after the request. I felt gallant as well as powerful - I felt good! If her smile could get any wider, I feared her face my break in half. Hell, had I ever seen her so happy before? "Tell me how you want me honey?" She sat back onto her heels anxiously - as if ready to jump up when an answer came to her query. The instant confusion of that simple question had to have been obvious - grandma suddenly frowned in concern and asked gently, "Will I be your first Freddy?" Another nod - very embarrassed this time. Though, in retrospect, it had to have been obvious up to that moment. Hadn't it? Grandma nodded gently, as if understanding. Perhaps she did? Though empathy had never been one of my grandmothers strong strengths. Then she slowly stood back to her feet, her hands finding my own. We spun about, standing like that, until she was sitting back where I had been. Then she let go of my hands and rolled onto her back, her legs rising and her own hands grasping the back of her knees. In this position I was witness to a more intimate view of this woman before me than ever before and I began to tremble yet again. I now understood my bodies reactions as barely contained excitement. "Put your beautiful cock inside me Freddy?" She wiggled her torso and the pink glistening loins suggestively. Taking myself in hand, I felt her eyes watch the head of my penis as it descended. I prayed that I did not hurt either of us, or humiliate myself with falling or some other stupid virginal mistake. Then I felt the hot wet flesh kiss the head of my prick and my life would never be the same! The total length of my cock sunk into my grandparents body and it felt out of this world! This is what every guy I know is either talking about or trying to do as often as possible. The world seemed to make sense to me suddenly! Grandma let out a guttural groan of pleasure before gasping, "I had forgotten how good that feels! Oh Freddy...!" Her hands let go of her raised knees and caressed my face and chest, her eyes wide and pleasure filled. "Now fuck your old granny as hard or soft as you want my love!" 'My love'? Had 'honey' been replaced? After the stress to loose our virginity was disintegrated the actual motion seemed to come natural as my hips began to thrust smoothly back and forth while my mind drifted into sweet oblivion. I was all eyes at that place between our bodies, where my glistening hard shaft moved constantly in and out of my first woman. What a deliciously sexy sight! The rest of the world ceased to exist - it was only this old woman's bedroom and the naked moaning person beneath me. Our world was defined by my hard cock and the hot wet pussy beneath me. And how wet! It practically overflowed so that each of my movements was pounding into liquid fire! Grandma was rotating her hips and meeting my thrusts with small movements of her own. She was clenching her eyes tightly and her mouth was open as if short of breath. Though she had small breasts, each was topped with a tiny round brown nipple that had tightened into a little thrusting raisin - each were bouncing around on her chest deliciously. They drew my hands and as I grasped the soft sweaty flesh grandma moaned louder and her lips broadened in a pleased smile. The whole experience would stay with me forever and I tried hard to stay conscious of the moment and not loose myself in the cloud of lust. I wanted to remember this event forever! For example, sex was much louder than I had ever imagined and I do not mean just the sounds of my heavy breathing or grandmas guttural sighs and moans. I am talking about my cock moving smoothly back and forth within a passionate woman - the sloppy sounds echoing up from between my legs amazed me. And the smell...! Then she gasped hurriedly, "I am so close! One more minute my love... oh please...!" I instinctively knew what it was she was talking about and I devoured the sights, sounds and smell of my first fuck. Pride filled me that I could bring pleasure to this woman - even under the influence of my grandfathers command words. As the minute progressed grandma's response to our coupling became louder and more passionate. Her sex felt wetter and the smells became sharper. She had even locked her feet behind my waist, holding me between those long sexy legs. Her hands had also turned to claws and scratched at my back desperately. I simply continued what I had been doing up to that point - long smooth thrusts back and forth. This was how fucking was supposed to be... right? Then there was no mistaking what exploded within my grandmother. The body beneath me froze for several pregnant seconds, every muscle seemed to clench and hold - even that sheath that my cock lay within. The screech from her mouth rose in volume until it bounced off the walls and hurt my ears. And then when I thought it could not last any longer my grandparent began spasming beneath me - her body jerking and thrashing wildly. Then it was over and grandma's body collapsed onto the top of the bed, her feet hanging over the edge, and her skin wet with her sweat. My hips continued their movement and I fucked that near-comatose body beneath me with patience. My actions seemed to revive her if only a little and her eyes open slowly to smile at me dreamily. Fucking her anxious and participating body had been much more fun than when she lay still. Another lesson learnt. I was excited for more such lessons! "You made me so happy my love!" One hand rose to again caress my cheek. "I never thought to feel like this again." She giggled like a teenager and asked, "Would you like granny on her knees Freddy?" My hips finally stopped moving and I realized that my body was covered in sweat and sticking to my grandparents sweaty body. It was another delicious detail that I had never considered. I knew what she was talking about of course but I had never even thought of it. Taking a step back was my answer and I starred down at my dripping wet cock and the gaping hairy wet hole it had just escaped from. Grandma let out another giggled and then slowly rolled onto her knees and elbows - obviously too excited to await an answer. She arched her back downwards and thrust out her ass. The sight was magnificent - the thrust of gray curly wet-matted hair between her thighs, the pink sex flowing wetly with pleasure and even the new sight of the dark brown wrinkled flesh of her anus. I did not hesitate or need assistance as I stepped forwards and held my cock down as if aiming a bow and a arrow at a target. Another giggle and grandma wiggled her hips - messing up my aim. "Don't move grandma!" I said a little to harshly. She did not seem to even notice. With my free hand I took a hold of her thin soft hip and held her roughly in place. "Oh Freddy... yes!" My cock sunk into the beautiful older woman to the hilt, giving me yet another image to remember. Both my hands grasped her tips as grandma began to earnestly rock back and forth on her knees and elbows. God this woman was hot! My hips thrust aggressively back and forth - faster than I had before and allowed our bodies to slap loudly and lewdly together as they met. Distantly I again heard grandma panting with her renewed lust - my own heavy breathing almost overshadowing her sounds but could do nothing to compete with the bawdy echos coming from between our thrusting loins. Grandma began to gasp and mumble to herself and I only caught short words from her, "... cock... love... more... again... harder...!" Starring down between us, I could see how grandma's outer lips seemed to be swollen and puffy - the inner lips trying to grasp my moving cock possessively but failing. But I also saw the asterisk of her anus clench and relax as we thrust and like her breasts earlier, my hand moved without conscious thought. The pad of my thumb pressed against and partially into her bum hole and it was hotter and much tighter than I would have imagined. Grandma let out a long guttural groan of pleasure at the new contact and the single, "... yes...!" With the phrases from grandpa's word listing I could have his wife any time I wanted - this moment could be repeated countless times. There were other phrases within it, suggestive and playful phrases that I could not help but consider - using this moment and my grandma as my muse. What kind of 'kinky sex' could I have with grandma - was the place my thumb fondled qualify as 'kinky'? And what would it be like for my grandparent to act like a teenager, perhaps calling me 'daddy'? 'Naughty little girls' sometimes needed to be punished - a spanking perhaps? It was these thoughts, or future plans, that really pushed me over the edge. My dick swelled up and began to immediately jerk within the hot wet glove that it was encased. I held to those two hips, forgetting her anus for now, and pressed myself into her body as I emptied my balls of sperm. Grandma jerked beneath me and we would have been unhorsed if not for my rough grasp of her hips. All too soon I felt the both of us fall flat onto the bed, she on her side facing away from me and I on my back. We lay like that for a very long while - our breathing and bodies slowly descending from that erotic high as if unwillingly. Then, perhaps an hour later, she rolled over to face me, her head held up with a single palm. "I am so glad you found grandpas book Freddy." It was spoken matter-a-factly but shocked me non-the-less. "You know?" Grandma laughed lightly, her eyes distant as if remembering a time long before I was born. "Of course I knew." I felt my cheeks flush hotly in shame and stupidity. "Your grandfather and I loved each other very much Freddy - we made up that command list when we first got married." They married young, he in his twenties, she in her middle teens. A distant smile accompanied her far away gaze, "We had a lot of fun with that list back then." A sigh. "But he had forgotten it years ago." From the disappointment in her voice, I knew she had wished it had not been 'forgotten'. Grandma's fingers casually strolled down my flat stomach to graze through my wet pubic hair. "When you first said those words in the garage I thought I was going senile, thinking I had you and your grandfather mixed up." She laughed lightly, distantly at the more recent memory. Her hand having found my weary penis, toyed with it absentmindedly. This intimacy was unfamiliar to me but I liked it very much! "When I realized that I was not going old and I had not imagined those words, my body reacted rather violently while my mind began to get angry." Grandma was looking at her hand playing with my soft soiled cock. "What does your generation call a woman's privates Freddy?" I thought of a half dozen names, but only one really stood out, "A 'cunt' grandma." She made a small acceptance noise and continued, "My cunt had never reacted that way before - not even with your grandfather. Though it has been years since we had made love and I never seriously thought to feel a man inside me again." She meant grandpa of course, and the last thing I would call what we did was 'make love'. Though I did not feel the need to interrupt her at that moment. Grandma shivered noticeably and then giggled like a teenager again, "See... even now, thinking about it causes me to react!" Her eyes rose up to my own, "I loved your cock today Freddy." She said it so earnestly that it would have been a joke coming from anyone else. "I loved your cunt grandma." Her face softened and her eyes again descended to my soft cock and her fondling hand. "I am fifty-nine years old Freddy and I thought I would never have another lover - your grandfather being my only one. And then the way you looked at me...!" She shivered yet again. "He never looked at me like that and I loved it! My cunt loved it!" Another girlish giggle. "I know I am just an old woman and can not compete with girls your own age but I want you to know", she looked up intensely right into my eyes, "that I will always be here for your my love." There was no mistaking what 'here' meant to her. Grandma wanted me to continue to look on her naked body as I had this morning - she wanted me to want to continue to have sex with her. Perhaps she even wanted me to continue to speak the words from the command list? My silence must have made her nervous, "I would understand if this was to be the only time Freddy - what we are doing is wrong after all?" Her hand returned to her raised hip and I felt its loss already, her eyes starring at the messy bed spread between our naked bodies. Let me explain that I was overwhelmed with the things I had done, seen and discovered this morning. In fact my emotions were a little numb since my second blast from my cock that it took a moment for me to realize grandma was giving me a way out of this place I found myself in. I rolled onto my side facing her, my head held up in my palm and that arm held up by the elbow. Throughout this morning, it was only this moment that her face looked her age. I guessed it was her submerged sadness. Did she really think that I could discover such a pleasure-filled world and just turn away from it? Sure she was my grandma and I loved her as such - but my lust for her simply appended to that love. I wanted to make her happy! I wanted to feel and hear her orgasm again and again! Those softened small nipples topped her very small breasts - I remembered how they seemed to scratch my palm when they had been hard as I held her as we fucked. Right now I could lean over and take one into my mouth, sucking it until it returned to its sexy hardness and I knew grandma would do nothing but enjoy. Then there was that brown-gray kinky forest of fur between her legs. I could reach over and slip my hand between those thin shapely wet thighs and press a finger, or two, into her. I had fantasied about doing such a thing with a girl - fingering one I mean. In fact, I had expected, before this day, to have fingered a girl long before I lost my virginity. What would grandma do if I was to reach over to do that now? She would spread her thighs and sigh with pleasure is what I knew she would do. The woman I had known all my life was gone - replaced by a woman as colourful a person as I could ever imagine. I had no doubts that in public she would be the cold correct grandparent. Yet in private she was this sexy and willing woman. A woman who would give her all to her man and there was little doubt in my mind that I was now that man. My finding the command word list and then the subsequent actions proof enough. Grandpa was long gone - the sexual part of their relationship had been dead years before by her own account. "'Unclimbed summit'!" Grandma's eyes rose up to my own in surprise - she had really thought I would not want her again, or was this her reaction to this phrase. Then, just as quickly, those eyes dropped my my soft weary cock. "Already?" My hand reached out and pushed her over onto her shoulders back on the bed. Her eyes watched my own, tears quickly filling them as I advanced. "The question is grandma, are you ready?" She bit the bottom of her lip and nodded her head aggressively, anxiously. The tears now rolling slowly down both her cheeks. "Spread your legs grandma!" I had no doubts that she would have denied me this and she complied before I had even finished my request. Climbing off the bed I knelt down on that forgotten pillow and placed my hands on the inside of her soft smooth thighs. Her flesh felt warm to the touch and her legs spread further in anticipation. She watched me anxiously, innocently, past her own body as I leaned in. The smell was intoxicating and I loved it. There was no other smell on this earth that could compare I knew. I actually stuck the tip of my nose into that full bush and inhaled deeply. Another first to remember for the rest of my life! I sat there and then starred at that place I had enjoyed so intimately only a short while ago. It was the place that all guys want to acquire - the part of a woman's body that often gave meaning to guys my age. It was not just an obstacle to overcome, to seek out and find. It was that place between my grandmothers legs that she drew her pleasure from and that made it special. It was also a place that was mine to use and enjoy - at my whim. My kiss was soft and feather-light but grandma hissed in pleasure then arched her back up off the bed almost violently. I loved that response. My tongue snaked out from past my lips and slipped into the flowered open pink flower before me. The taste was indescribable, almost alien in comparison to anything else that I had sampled - but I loved it! Grandma prayed, "Oh god...!" A hand grasped my longish hair and held me between those thin sexy thighs, the other, I saw, was fondling one of those small breasts roughly. I took note of how she touched herself - knowing this information would be useful later. Then, with grandma humping her hips up into my face, I slipped a hand between my chin and the soiled bed spread and gently pressed a finger into her sex. The noises coming from her became guttural but definitely favourable. Another hand joined the first upon my head and the fingers turned into claws, grasping my full head of hair anxiously. Grandma's knees had risen and bent so that her heels dug into the edge of the bed so that she gained the leverage she needed to begin to pump her hips right off the bed and directly into my face. A second finger added to the first and I loved the feel of her hot wet folds clasping at my thrusting digits. The clitoris, that mysterious and highly speculated body part, was obvious as it had enlarged and stuck out from the top of the crevice. I sucked it as if possessed and grandma screeched in response. She was going wild but I saw over her heaving thrusting sweaty body a wide smile. --