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Written solely for the entertainment of adult readers.  Please do not
proceed if you are offended by explicit sexual descriptions or are not
of legal adult age in your state.  All characters are strickly
fictional.


Grandma's Story


By James Bellamy
E-mail comments to      jbellamy@renman.net


Chapter Three

Isabel stretched and had a pleasurable yawn, feeling wonderfully
satisfied.  She thought back over her night of wildness.  "Good grief -
what have I done?"  Realizing that she had had broken quite a few taboos
and rules.  Not exactly her style really, though she had always been a
sexual and sensuous person, enjoying the touch and feel of it all.  But
now, with her grandson's encouragement, she had engaged in multiple
partner sex.  Not only that, she had finished the night of revelry in
bed with her lovely and loving grandson, himself.

Isabel thought about it with a serious expression for awhile, then, in
spite of herself a smile came to her lips thinking about Jeff and his
wonderful beautiful young hardness.  The way it had started as he
accidentally touched the pile of her silky undies dropped carefully on
her vanity bench.  She thought back over the times over the years she
had noticed her things in  disarray.   "I secretly liked the idea of
Jeff touching her sexy panties and stockings - I know I did  -- why so
hard to admit it?"

"And, what now?"  Can things be OK and close and comfortable between
them?  Can they still freely discuss sex, will Jeff still confide in
her, will he ask for help when he is troubled?  "Hard to say, but I hope
so!" she muttered.  And what about the sex?  She had given herself to
him like a long lost lover.  Certainly not OK by community standards.
But, it was delightful, she admitted, her hand moving between her legs
and cupping the mound of her sexuality, feeling the silky curls there.
"Well, he is only a half grandson," she mused, son from a previous
marriage of her daughter's husband.  Both having died in a plane crash
several years ago, Isabel had taken over the raising of Jeff through his
teen years.  It had been a labor of love, and they had grown close over
those years.

Isabel made her decision.  "I'm not going to worry about it.  If we can
get past this phase in a loving way, I'm .......... not going to fight
it ....... I guess,  I can't really, ........ as long as no one is being
hurt ...... I guess,"  her voice trailed off as she heard Jeff moving
around in the next room. Isabel had made her decision.  "Maybe I can
teach him the ways for sex to be a really lifelong positive feeling,
maybe I can make hem a truly great life partner for some lucky girl" she
thought.

Apart form a few minutes of concerned looks exchanged in both directions
as they sipped their Sunday coffee and looked distractedly through the
paper, it seemed not to have raised strains between them.   Isabel
discussed her thoughts about being a good early influence on the way he
developed as a sex partner for the future.  Jeff, smiled with relief
and expressed his delight at the idea.  They agreed that they wanted
things to stay as before, with the possibility of occasional love
making.  "My problem is going to be not wanting you every single night,
grandma, I know that is going to be a big problem, but I agree to the
terms,"  was the way Jeff expressed it.  "The problem is that you are
more attractive to me than anyone my own age I have met.   But I know
how lucky I am to have you and I want this to be completely OK with you,
that's important."

"It's wonderful to have such a loving relationship," she said, "and I
don't know how I could live without occasionally being physical about
it."  Isabel felt her panties getting wet already, just talking about
this.  She wondered if she could live by the terms, herself.

She thought of the article she had read a week ago about the  fact that
women in their mid fifties developed a huge rejuvenation of their sex
drive.  "Wow, I can certainly attest to that!' she mused, to herself.
"What a rejuvenation week this has been!"  She also noticed that Jeff's
trousers showed an attractive bulge which she thought she had better not
think about.

They managed to be true to their words for the next two weeks, to the
day.  On that Sunday, Jeff suggested they have Sunday brunch at the
Country Club nearby.  Isabel was dressing, listening to the sound of
Jeff getting ready in the next room.  She had slipped into her white
cotton panties, and let her breasts settle into her normal everyday bra
that didn't match the panties, hooking it and staring into the mirror.
She gazed at herself, thinking that for 54 years old she didn't look all
that bad ............. She paused, biting her lip, pensively.

Quickly she slipped out of the panties, loosed the bra and tossed them
on the bed.  Searching her drawers she found matching violet panties and
bra and held them up to picture the effect.  With a nod, she held the
panties out and slipped first one leg and then the other into them and
snapped the elastic in place, a perfect shapely fit across her bottom.
The dark triangle of her pubic mound showed through the sheer fabric.
As she looped the straps of the bra over her arms, pulled it into place
and leaned forward to watch her breasts fall into the support of her
bra  cups, Jeff leaned in the half open door.

"Ooop, sorry, I thought you were already dressed, Gram."     She could
see his eyes drinking in the sight as he noticed the triangle between
her legs and the cleavage enhanced by the push up bra.  Jeff's face
reddened in spite of their agreed intimacy.  "I'm ready when you are,"
he shouted heading down the hall quickly.

Isabel, smiled to herself and pulled her pantyhose up her legs,
struggling one leg at a time until the crotch settled comfortingly
against her panties.  She slipoped into a tailored silk dress with
buttons down the front.  At the last moment she decided to wear a half
slip, and the mirror told her she was ready.

Isabel walked into the familiar club surroundings  saying hello to many
acquaintances and, Jeff noticed, attracting the attention of many of the
men present - of all ages.  She was a very attractive women.  One of
those women who never quite age, the gray comes to their hair, they gain
a little weight in spite of their diets, but somehow it just makes them
more attractive.  Jeff admired her himself for a moment, her breasts
high and prominent tenting the clinging silk.  It wasn't tight, it just
looked wonderful falling from the peaks of her beautiful breasts..  It
fell then to a slight bulge at her stomach, again just making her look
more attractive, it looked smooth and soft and inviting.  The dress
flowed down and tightened at her hips and then emphasized the curve of
her thighs on the way to her knees.  Her heels and erect posture
guaranteed her a lot of attention from the men!  Her nylons were that
rich medium tone and of a quality which made them look - it is strange
to say - not quite dry, as if painted there to give her calves more
inviting dimension.  "Delicious, that's the only word for her." he
thought.

They bumped a couple of times as they went through the buffet line and
Jeff felt his trousers tighten over his increasing hardness each time.
Isabel was still smiling and greeting people. Jeff's hand touched her
bottom as she turned quickly to speak to someone.  It was a nice
feeling, soft, yielding under the silk, sliding over the silkiness of
her pantyhose and warming his hand slightly.  Then he had to move away.
The second time, he thought he felt her linger longer than necessary
against the back of his hand.  This time she had turned toward him and
his knuckles grazed her just above the pubic mound, then settled against
her hip.  The same sliding silkiness.

It was one of those big sumptuous and sensual feeling old clubs.  The
white table cloth nearly to the floor, heavy silver and modernized
furnishings.  As they talked, it was clear that they were both feeling
excited.  After ordering the second Bloody Mary, Jeff's knee touched
hers.  He left it there, testing whether she would move away.
Eventually she did, but immediately he felt her stockinged foot  touch
his ankle and slip sexily up his pants leg.  She looked at him and
winked, giving him a smile at the same time.  His cock was now in a
state making it impossible to stand up.

"I'll get your dessert, shall I? She said with a smile, knowing that he
probably wasn't in condition to stand up right now.  As she walked away,
Jeff noted that her panty line made an attractive indentation across the
softness of her bottom and moved under the clinging dress provocatively.

When she returned she leaned on the table with both hands and  looked
down at the two deserts and then at him.  They have chocolate and
strawberry toppings, so I brought one of each, you get first choice.
Which one do you like?"  One more button had come loose at the top of
her dress.  Jeff stared into the darkness between her breasts. The
separation or her bra enhanced a cleavage made opulent by the twin soft
round curves which formed the chasm.  Jeff longed to nuzzle her there.
He looked up into her smiling eyes.  ".....uh the ...strawberry, please,
he croaked.

"Sure that's what you want now, sweetheart?  You can have either.  Or
both, if you like."   The Bloody Maries had made her playful and she was
enjoying the fact that she looked and felt attractive today.

Jeff drove them home.  His hand touched the nyloned sheen of her knee
after shifting gears and his hardon increased his discomfort.  Isabel
turned toward him and slipping her skirt up her thighs, turned and
placed her feet into his lap.  Jeff happily held her feet against him
with one hand while driving with the other.  Glancing toward her he
could see up the avenue of her thighs to darkness of her pussy.   The
nylons nearly glistened, and his hand slipped up, treasuring the silken
path up under her skirt.  He let his hand rest there in the warmth of
her thighs.  She rubbed his erect cock with the sole of one of her feet,
loving the round feel of it's hardness.  Isabel parted her thighs,
letting his hand slip between them. Jeff felt the thrill of the slight
sweatiness of her and the clinging nylon there in the heat of her body.

Isabel sat up and reached to unzip him.  "Don't you think it would be
better if we took this out, Hon?"  He nodded, staring down the road.  He
felt her hand struggle with the zipper as he raised himself to help her,
then the feel of her hand reaching through the slot in his shorts and
fishing his hard cock out into the air.  "there, now."  She said, and
leaned back again to place one foot against it again, showing him her
open thighs again.

Jeff felt the nyloned foot against his bare skin and groaned quietly.
Isabel twirled around it and played with it with her toes.  Her toes
touched the slit at the very top of his prick.  "Do you like that,
Jeffy?  Does it feel as nice to you as it does to me, I wonder'

"I  ... think a lot better," he stammered, worried that he would come if
she kept up.

"I don't know about that, dear, It feels awfully nice to me.  I love
your hardness.  You look so beautiful.  Watch that bus, dear."

He swerved in time.  Isabel changed her tactic.  He felt her warm mouth
engulf the head of his cock.  She swirled her tongue around it.  Her
mouth was a wet warm loving blanket just holding and sucking on the hear
of his cock.  He felt Isabel move her head so that she was moving his
cock around her mouth.  It was completely and by all means the most
sensational thing he had ever felt.  Then she pulled more of him into
her.  He felt her choke slightly.  She stopped a minute then proceeded.
Finally, nearly all of her was in her mouth and he could feel the back
of her throat with the sensitive end of his cock.  Isabel had pulled his
foreskin back completely to enhance the thrill.  Jeff stroked his
Grandma's back through the silk of the dress.  Smoothing it over the
strap of her bra which he was fondling, longing for the moment when he
could unsnap it and lift each tit out of it as she had done to his cock.

Sensing that he couldn't last much longer, Isabel pulled away leaving
his wonderful young cock standing straight as a flagpole in the cool
breeze.  She hugged his hand to her breast.  "let's find someplace nice
to park for a minute, what do you say, Jeff"  She wanted his big cock
and she really was starting to need it badly.  "Turn into the park, and
go up to the top of the hill, I'll show you where we used to go when I
was a girl, " she promised.

Jeff took directions and finally they were at the back of the big wooded
park, near an apparently unused utility shed and sheltered by
surrounding trees.
"There, now, how do you like this?   Did you think there was no new
ideas left in your old  grandma, she smiled.

"No way, I thought that, Gram, no way." Jeff was glad to be off the
road.

"Want to get in the back seat?    ........    I think that is supposed
to be your line, not mine," she laughed.

Jeff was there in a moment, while Isabel took a moment to move the seat
forward as far as it would go, wanting as much comfort as possible.

She took the long way around, getting out and coming to the back through
the doors. She sat curled up with one knee pointing to Jeff and the
other spread wide.  Jeff's hand was traveling up her thigh urgently.  He
leaned forward to kiss his grandmother just as his hand reached it's
goal the taut nylon barrier of her pantyhose covering the  wetness of
her pussy.  The heat between her legs was like a magnet to Jeff.

Isabel steered Jeff's other hand to her breast and she felt him close
around it's softness.  His other hand soon joined the first and both her
breasts were being lifted and squeezed and massaged through the silk of
her dress and her bra with the unnecessary, but nice little puff of
padding along the bottom of the cup to give her the extra lift and
cleavage which he found wildly exciting.

She again found his shaft with her hand.  Gently she stroked him very
lightly to make sure she didn't bring forth the cream of his passion too
soon.  She slipped his foreskin back to see the head of his cock
glisten, looking as if the skin would break it was so taut.  They sat
fondling each other happily for minutes.  Jeff tasted  the bright red
lipstick  as there tongues found each other, dueling between their
lips.  Her breasts were like large oranges in his hands, feeling full
and wonderfully soft, the way breasts do when they are just right.  He
pulled on them and then trailed his fingers down to the nipples.  Isabel
squirmed against his hands "oohhh, mmmmmnnn, sweetheart, ...........
that feels so gooooood!  Keep it up honey ....... You are so good with
my breasts ......  I just love it when you squeeze them. You make them
feel so good ....  I can't tell you how good.  There, a little more,
fill your hands with them."  She leaned back and just let him play with
her, giving her pleasure.  Soon enough, she lifted one out into his view
and was thrilled to watch his eyes devour it and to hear the sharp
intake of his breath as her nipple came into view capping the beautiful
roundness, still not sagging with age.  Jeff's hand toyed with her big
brown nipple erect under his teasing, and fished her other breast out.
Now they both sat on the shelf of the push-up vilot colored bra, with
it's lacy sheerness now crumpled under the proud breasts freed of it's
confines.  Jeff's mouth found her nipples and Isabel held his head first
to suckle one and then the other, then back again to the first.

This left Jeff's hands free to roam her thighs up under her dress.  He
marveled at the sleekness of the nylon.  His palms slipped along the
outside of her thighs and reached around to where her hips swelled into
soft buttocks waiting for his caress.  Isabel held her breasts up for
him to suck, while she wondered at the tingling feeling his hands gave
to her ass through the double nylon of pantyhose and panties.

"Oh, dear, we're going to have to hurry, dear, grandma is getting really
excited.  I think my panties are really wet.  Can you feel them getting
soaked with my juices?  It's meant to welcome you, you know?"

Jeff's hand found the wetness at her center and he tried to break
through the pantyhose.  " That's it honey, tear them apart."  She
urged.  But they were too strong and Jeff couldn't find a way to get
in.  He reached for the band and started to pull them down in his
eagerness.  "Here, sweet, let me help"   Isabel slipped her nail between
her legs, found a seam and started a tear.  "There Jeffie, now tear them
apart.  Come on darling, rip them off me, I want you to tear them off to
get to me!"

Jeff felt his finger slip into the starting hole and his finger was
suddenly bathed in the hot juices waiting to lubricate his invading
cock.  Isabel reached to help him, then lead his hand through the gaping
hole where her panties still covered her pussy.  His finger slipped into
the warmth of her hole, brushing past the panties and wriggling happily
in the hot wetness of Isabel's cunt, Grandma's cunt.  There tongues
duplicated the movement of his finger in the hot tunnel of her love and
Jeff enjoyed again the sweet taste of her lipstick and the combination
of her perfume and her womanly scent. It was totally and unbelievable
erotic.

Jeff slipped down in the seat as his Grandma straddled his cock.  He
watched with fascination as he saw her pussy for the first time.  Isabel
lean back a moment, enjoying his admiring look.   She pressed his steel
hard cock against the lips of her pussy, letting it just part them.   It
was like she was kissing him with this additional set of lips.  Her
juices glistened on his dick.

Jeff stared at the thatch of hair in the triangle of her legs.  Like the
hair on her head it was beginning to show a little gray mixed in with
the dark black natural color.  He watched her raise her self 'til his
cock pointed to her clitoris, brushing it across the protruding little
nub.  Jeff's hands were fondling Grandma's breasts and he pinched the
nipples now, his thought on the excited pinkness of her protruding
clitoris now kissing his cock head.  He watched as Isabel's hand  guided
his cock into her waiting pussy.  She looked at his eyes as she slipped
down over it, taking it from his view.  He raised his eyes to hers now
and his breath came in short bursts as the heat of her pussy surrounded
him.  This position forced him deep, deep into her tight sheath and she
had take all of him now.

It felt like she was being split in two, but at the same time, it felt
so wonderful, that it took her breath away, too.  She settled onto him
and just squirmed around it at first, kissing his nose and then his
cheek and then sucking his tongue into her moth.  Jeff just lay there
waiting for each new wave to crash over him.  He could feel the folds
and creases of Isabel's cunt, feel the heat of her against his bareness
all open too her.

She explored his cock with her cunt.  It felt wonderful when she could
feel the bulging head at the top of his shaft touch , then circle her
cervix.  She was moaning with pleasure now, unable even to talk any
longer.  The ripples, and tingling of her orgasm beginning coursed
through her body.  She pressed close, then leaned back and pulled his
hands to hold her breasts again.

"Hold them, sweet Jeff, hold me, hold my tits.  I'm going to ride this
big thing that is splitting me in too.   ........... Hang on, honey. "
Isabel began vigorously bounding up and down the shaft he was holding
stiff for her.  In and out it plunged, past the tightness of the muscle
near the entrance and caressed by her tightness surrounding him.

There, buried deep within her, Jeff felt his own juices starting to
spring forth in the throbbing of his balls which Isabel now clutched
with one of her hands as she rode back and forth on his raging cock.
"Oh, honey, it .....it's .....so goood!   Cum for Gram, Hon, come on
sweet, give me ...you ....your young hot cum.  Cum, baby, cum for me.
Shoot that hot stuff into me."  Isabel was a little surprised to hear
herself.

Then she felt his hot cum splashing against the walls of her cunt, deep
inside her, his warmth spread through the channel of her love.
Spasming tightly, her cunt grasped him again and again as the thrill of
her orgasm cascaded through her.  Starting at the base of her spine,
tingling through the coiled tightness of her vagina and surging to the
nipples of her breasts like electricity.

She lay against him, his hands fondling her ass, his juices now mingled
with hers and slipping down onto his balls fresh from having done their
pleasure  filling task inside her pussy.  Isabel was   ...deliciously
satisfied.

"Gram, I really love you,  .................you know?"

"Yes, she smiled, I know, my sweet, ....I know.  You're a wonder,
....you know?"


End of Chapter Three
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