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Subject: My Horny Grandson
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I had to write and tell someone about my recent experience. I
certainly couldn't tell any of my friends in the neighborhood or any of my
relatives, as you'll soon know why. My daughter's husband divorced her five
years ago after twenty years of marriage - the bastard ran off with his
secretary. Left to support three kids on her small salary, my daughter
really struggled to make ends meet. And, it didn't help when my oldest
grandson, Steve, started getting into lots of trouble at school. In
desperation, my daughter called me for my advice. "He's just a wild,
headstrong kid. He thinks since he got that football scholarship to college
that he can do anything he wants to. Plus, the fact that every girl at his
high school would love to go steady with him, has gone straight to his head.
He thinks he can getaway with anything." He sounded just like his
arrogant father - the son-in-law that I'd never liked. I live four
hours away from my daughter. I hated to hear her in such distress so I
suggested that if she wanted to send Steve to stay with me for his two-week
spring break that I'd be glad to have him visit. "Are you sure?" she
asked. "Of course, I'm sure." When I went to pick up my grandson three
weeks later at the airport, I was reminded of how quickly teenagers grow up
physically. I hadn't seen him for about nine months and he'd grown at least
four inches. His training for the football team was apparent too. His thick
arms bulged with muscles. His hair was cut in a short, blonde crewcut, and I
swear he looked exactly like my son-in-law had twenty years before.
More than one woman looked at me enviously as my grandson gave me a big hug
and then walked through the airport with me. It wasn't long before
Steve was in trouble with me. The first night of his visit my bridge club met
at my house. Steve sat in the dining room with us, and I was embarrassed to
see all my friends in their late forties and early fifties acting as of they
were teenagers again, flirting with my handsome, hunky grandson. Steve loved
the attention. The next day when I came home from a shopping trip early
because of an overheated engine hose on my car, I walked in on my grandson
fucking Betty Johnson who lives down the street from me and who had met my
grandson the night before. Steve was sitting in a chair in my living
room with Betty straddling him, riding up and down on his cock. Every time,
she sank down on his cock, she’d let out a squeal. As I stared at them, too
shocked to say anything, I couldn’t help but notice that my grandson sported
one of the thickest, longest cocks I'd ever seen. I debated whether to
break up their little party, but I decided against it. Trying to block out
Betty's cries of pleasure, I snuck out of the house and left to finish my
shopping, using my second car. As I drove around, I found it difficult to
concentrate. I noticed my panties were damp. Despite my best efforts, I
couldn't help but think about the sight of my grandson's hard, nude body and
that monstrous cock of his. No wonder the kid was so damned arrogant with
his hard-bodied physique and that horse cock between his legs. I wasn't sure
about what to say to Steve. Despite his age, he certainly had a choice. If
he wanted to go around fucking women old enough to be his grandmother, he
certainly had that right. And he clearly hadn't forced himself on Betty
Johnson. From what I'd seen, she had been an active and happy participant in
their tryst. When I finally returned home late that afternoon, I
didn't mention anything to Steve about what I’d seen earlier. For the rest
of the evening, I wrestled with how to bring the issue up. The next
morning after I cooked a big breakfast, I yelled for Steve that breakfast was
ready. When he didn't come down after several minutes, I walked upstairs and
knocked on his door. He didn't answer. I pushed the door open. He lay
under the sheet with two pillows over his head. His bare left leg and hip
stuck out from underneath the sheet. My heart started pounding when I
realized he was obviously sleeping in the nude. I could just see the curve of
his ass cheek. Walking closer, I leaned over and nudged his shoulder.
"Stop playing possum Steve," I said. "I fixed you a big breakfast, now it's
time to eat." Groaning, Steve pulled the pillows down and ran his
fingers through his crewcut. The sheet fell away from his chest and arms,
and I could see the hard, well-formed muscles of his chest. My heart beat
even faster as I remembered the scene from the day before. Despite
myself, I felt a tingle between my legs and a buzzing at the tips of my very
large breasts. Shaking my head, I quickly reminded myself that the good
looking young hunk a few feet away was my own grandson. "Grandma," Steve
muttered. "I've got a problem." I felt his hand brush the back of my
leg and he pulled me closer to the bed. "Steve," I cried. Throwing my
hand out, I grabbed the bedframe and tried to resist the insistent pull of
his hand on the back of my leg. "What is it?" "I'm kind of
embarrassed," he whispered. To hear him, I leaned closer. It worried
me a little that he could see some of my cleavage in the old robe that I
wore. "What is it Steve?" "You know I had to leave my girlfriend
behind for spring break," he said. "We'd planned on going down to Florida
together." "I know honey, but you've been causing your mother so many
problems. I thought it was good to give her a break for a couple of weeks.
Maybe, I can straighten you out." Steve grinned. "Maybe," he said.
"But that's not the problem.? "What's the problem?" "My girlfriend's
been hanging out at our house a lot, and I've gotten used to something she
does for me every morning before we go to school." "What is it Steve? I'll
help you any way I can." "She's a good girl Grandma, and she's really
good to me. You'd really like her. Every morning before school she drains
my balls real good for me. That way I can concentrate during the day. My
balls need a good draining every morning." With that, Steve tossed the
sheet aside. That big cock I'd seen the day before towered from my
eighteen-year-old grandson's crotch. His two big, hairy balls were thick and
round as a pair of tennis balls. I gasped at my grandson's sheer audacity,
and in one swift motion, my grandson acted. As I gasped in shock and
surprise, Steve reached up, grabbed my shoulder and yanked me down onto the
bed. He grabbed his cock with one hand and aimed it. With the other hand on
my shoulder, he pushed my head down. My mouth was still open and suddenly
the plump head of my grandson's big cock filled my mouth. I'd love to
write in this letter that I jerked away from him and ran to call the police
or that I managed to get away and at least call his mother. But,
unfortunately, that's not the case. Instead of doing that, I reached up
and grabbed that kid's big balls in both my hands and sank my mouth as far
down onto his thick cock as I could. Tucking my legs underneath me, I bobbed
my mouth up and down on his cock. Steve’s guttural groans and sighs were all
the motivation I needed. I kneaded and squeezed his balls. Then, since I
couldn’t fit all his cock into my mouth, I began jacking the base of his cock
with my fingers. Steve’s moans grew louder. “I knew you’d be a good
cocksucker,” that kid cried. “I just knew it.” I felt his hips
rising off the mattress, and I felt his balls swelling even larger. But,
suddenly he reached down, slipped both his hands under my arms and forcefully
yanked my mouth off his cock and pulled me up until I was straddling his hard
stomach. I felt his hard, slick cock pressing into my ass. Yanking my
robe open, Steve reached around me and unhooked my bra with one practiced
snap of his wrists. He scooped both my breasts out of my bra cups and tore
my bra off and tossed it away. As he mauled my breasts, squeezing and
tugging on my stiff nipples, I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. He was
rough and insistent, but he certainly knew all the buttons to push on a
woman. He proved that yet again a few minutes later. Continuing to
squeeze my breasts with his right hand, he slid his left hand directly into
my panties and slipped two strong, thick fingers into my already flooded
pussy. “Ooohhhhh,” I cried. Reaching down with both hands, he
ripped my panties off, then pushed me lower. I felt the thick head of his
cock pushing against the entrance of my pussy. Swiveling my hips, I ground
my pussy against the bulbous head of his big prick. When the head of his
cock slid through the lips of my pussy for the first time, I screamed.
Steve didn’t waste any time either. A few seconds after the head of his cock
slipped into my pussy, he grabbed my shoulders in a tight squeeze and shoved
me down and onto his big cock. I screamed again as he bottomed out in my
pussy, filling every inch of me with his young cock. As he yanked and
pulled on my big titties, I wailed and screamed -- delirious with pleasure
that I hadn't felt in many years. "You bastard, you're fucking your own
grandmother. Oh my god, I can't believe you. As my first orgasm swiftly
approached, I shrieked and moaned and babbled. "Oh, you're huge. Oh
god, I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming! I'm cumming. I'm sitting on my grandson's
huge cock and I'm cumming. Yes, yes." As I convulsed and writhed on
top of him, Steve reached down, cupped my ass cheeks in both hands and
quickly slid his finger into my anus. I howled even louder. My ass clenched
down on his finger as I rocketed into another orgasm. It had literally been
years since I'd had a multi-orgasm, and that kid had coaxed one out of me on
his first try. No wonder he had women after him all the time. Well, by
the time we made it downstairs, the breakfast was very cold. I walked around
the kitchen nude except for a filmy, see-through negligee as I cooked him
another meal. When he came downstairs, he wore nothing except a big smile.
He sat at the kitchen table nude and watched me cook. When the phone rang,
he picked it up before I got to it. I listened as he talked to the person on
the other end, chuckling and nodding. "I could come over in about an
hour or two and cut your grass then," he said. Who was he talking to? I
asked him that after he hung up. "Oh, that? That was Catherine Woods.
She needs me to cut her grass for her." "Steve, how could you," I cried.
Catherine Woods was one of my bridge partners. While most of the women in
the group were pleasantly plump with size D cups at least, Catherine was
truly voluptuous. She looked like Dolly Parton except she was a brunette
instead of a blonde. She also happened to be 53-years old. "You know
what she wants, and it sure ain't her grass being cut?" Steve looked at
me with an innocent "aw-shucks" expression. "Goddamit," I yelled as I
banged the plate down in front of him. "You men are all alike." "Come
on Grandma," Steve cooed and pulled me into his lap. "Don't be mad at me.
I'm just going over there to cut her grass." "Stop it," I screamed. "At
least be honest for goddsakes. Don't play dumb with me." "You don't want
me to play dumb?" Steve yelled back. "Okay I want play dumb. Rule number
one, I don't say no to pussy. If it comes my way, I take it. You ought to
know that. I saw you peeking yesterday at me and Mrs. Johnson." I
went red with embarrassment. I hadn't told him that I'd seen them. "Mrs.
Betty Johnson must have been watching for your car yesterday, because the
doorbell rang not five minutes after you left to go shopping. She asked me
if I'd like a bridge lesson. When I said I sure would, she pulled me down on
the couch. We had barely cut the cards before I had my fingers inside her
panties. She didn't bother asking me what I was doing. She hauled her
panties down, then freed those big titties of hers." "Rule number two
for me, most women like sex. And regardless of what they may say to the
contrary, when it gets right down to it if they have to share their lover
with someone else - they will.” “Take Mrs. Johnson for example. I bet
she doesn't have a gang of men beating down her door for dates. And, I know
for a fact that she doesn’t care what I do with my free time as long as she
gets some more of my big cock." "Let's get one thing straight. I'm a
young guy and I happen to love sex, and I think you're a wonderful lover.
I'd love to repeat what we just did upstairs again as many times as we can
over the next two weeks, but you've got to share me. I'm not all yours." I
know it sounds ludicrous in black and white as I write this. But, what he
said made sense to me then. He made me feel a little selfish as if I was
being a glutton. When he pulled on a pair of faded blue jeans and a
polo shirt and left the house an hour later, I decided to do something that
surprised me. I followed him. I watched from the edge of Mrs. Woods' yard
as he knocked on her door, then disappeared into her house. Glancing around,
I made sure no one was looking, then I snuck across the Woods' yard and hid
in the bushes in the corner of their back yard. I knew from my previous
visits that Mrs. Woods' had a living room on this end of the house that she
spent most of her time in. As quietly as I could, I crept up to the edge of
the large picture window. Luckily, it was a cool day, and as I slid up next
to the window frame I saw that she had the window open. I glanced through
the screen and saw Mrs. Woods and my grandson. "I'll show you where we keep
the lawnmower in a minute," she said. "First, I thought we could just chat."
My grandson chuckled. I could hear his deep, booming laughter, and I
couldn't help but smile. "That's fine with me," he said. "Do you expect
your husband anytime soon." "Oh no," she said. "He just left to go play
golf with his buddies. He won't be home for hours. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious," Steve said. "So tell me," she said. "Do you have a
steady girlfriend?" "Oh yeah, I have a girlfriend. But, she didn't come
with me for my visit. I hate it too, because we'd originally planned on
spending spring break in Florida together. Instead, I came up here to visit
my grandmother. I miss her a lot." "What had you planned on doing down in
Florida with your girlfriend that you miss her so?" "The same thing
other couples do on their vacation - spend as much time fucking as possible."
“Steve!” she cried. “I’m not used to a boy your age using that language
around me. Oh, my, Steve, . . . Steve -what . . . what are you doing young
man. Ohhh, we shouldn’t do this. Ohhh! Steve!” Again, I peeked into the
window. “Steve, oh my lord.” My grandson crouched behind Mrs. Woods
on the couch. One of his strong arms encircled her waist, his other arm was
under her shirt. With one swift move, he yanked her shirt up and jerked her
bra open. Her big titties flopped out into his wide palms. He tugged and
twisted her thick, fat pink nipples that were easily the size of small plums.
He squeezed her large, pendulous breasts in his tight grip. “Oh Lord, oh,
Steve, you’ve got to stop this right now, right now,” she gasped. “Or, I’m
going to call your grandmother.” Ignoring the woman’s cries, Steve
suddenly reached down and grabbed the edge of her knee-length skirt. With
one yank, he jerked it up. Mrs. Woods has wide, voluptuous hips, and I heard
the fabric of her skirt ripping as Steve tugged on it. “Ah-hah,” Steve
crowed. “Mrs. Woods why aren’t you wearing any panties?” “Oh you
nasty, naughty boy,” Mrs. Woods cried. “You came over here and surprised me
before I could put my panties on.” Steve leaned forward again, cupped
her titties in his hands and pinched her nipples. “Mrs. Woods I think
you’re a little confused,” Steve said. “You invited me over here.”
“Oh . . . oh - I . . .,” Mrs. Woods obviously flustered by my grandson’s
aggressive moves was at a loss for words. Steve reached down with his
right hand and cupped her plump, thick mound of black pubic hair. I shivered
when I saw Steve’s dip two fingers into Mrs. Woods’ pussy. “Oh Lord . . .”
Steve grabbed Mrs. Woods shoulders and eased her forward over the
back of the couch. Her big titties hung down over the back of the couch, and
her big wide ass stuck up in the air. With one hand on her upper back,
bending her down, Steve stuck his hand between her legs from behind and I saw
him stick three fingers into her pussy. Mrs. Woods groaned. Standing
up, Steve yanked his jeans and underwear off in one swift move. His big,
thick cock stuck out hard as a rock. Mrs. Woods peeked over her
shoulder and squealed at the sight of it. “Good Lord be gentle,” Mrs.
Woods wailed. “My husband’s got a teeny- tiny dick.” Steve jumped back
onto the couch. Grabbing his dick, he slapped Mrs. Woods wide ass with his
hard cock. I heard the loud sound of flesh slapping flesh. Mrs. Woods
squealed. Reaching between her legs, Steve guided the head of his hard
cock to the lips of her pussy. I watched, transfixed, as he rubbed it back
and forth and up and down, then he slid it into her. She moaned. “Come
on,” Steve said. “Back right onto it at your own pace.” I watched as Mrs.
Woods dug her fists into the cushions of the couch and pushed herself back,
impaling herself on my grandson’s thick cock. I couldn’t watch anymore.
Careful not to make any noise, I moved away from the window and hurried home,
my panties literally drenched. Steve came back a couple of hours
later and went straight up to his room. I heard the upstairs shower running.
I cooked us supper and he came downstairs after his shower. As we
ate and talked, we didn’t discuss Mrs. Woods. I kept picturing her bent over
her couch, my young grandson standing behind her. But, I didn’t say
anything. After dinner, we sat in the living room and watched a movie
on video. Not long after it ended, Steve kissed me and we ended up screwing
on the couch in the living room. I enjoyed my grandson throughout the
summer. But, I didn’t have all to myself. I followed him several times as
he walked over to various women’s houses in the neighborhood and screwed them
while their husbands were away. I never told Steve that I watched him,
because I didn’t want to risk his losing interest in me. I can’t believe I’m
writing this, but I’d do just about anything to keep that horny kid coming
back to my bed again and again.
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