Gran Meets Me Halfway

Teeth biting her bottom lip were the only signs of tension. Throwing the towel away to hold her panties to one side she directed the cock she had only once released since she got hold of it to her honey pot. I lowered my hips to hers. Behaving like a virgin she backed her hips away when my knob pressed against her pussy, 'Darling, I'm your Gran we shouldn't....' my knob broke into her, 'oh, my dear God, yes,' my throbbing cock was sliding into her amazing heat.

In unison with her repeated cry of, 'Oh, my dear God,' I sighed, 'Oh, Stella, that's fantastic.' Hard bone against hard bone I was in up to the hilt in the body I had cuddled to a thousand times.

Long before her quavering voice asked, 'My lovely boy, are you sure about this?' again I was stroking a length in and out of the hottest hole imaginable. My cock had never felt bigger; my need to drive in deep never greater. 'Gran, this is fantastic, you're fantastic.' I crooned in her ear.

But she was not listening; her orgasm was creeping up on her. A cocktail of need, of incestuous shame, of frustration, of the forbidden, of erotical unbridled lust went through her like a train entering a tunnel. She was rolling her bum, massaging my cock with her virgina and wailing, 'David, David, Oh, no, oh, no, please stop, I'm cah.... Oh, my dear God, I'm cah..... minginginging. '

I had no idea what she was trying to say; spurred on with the need to drop my load before she changed her mind I shafted for all I was worth.

'Oh, my lovely boy, yes, yes, yes! Ooooo, oooooo, Jesus,' she replied to the severe tonking; at the shear delight of feeling the extra thrust at the end of a determined plunge into her channel. I learnt later the tiny twitches of her big hips meant she was descending from an orgasm but so concerned with my own sap rising I had not noticed.

It amazed me how flexible her legs were. She put her feet over the back of my thighs, rolled her hips in response to every thrust and with her fingers weaving in my hair pulled my head down; kissed me deeply to encourage me to keep going. And her generous mouth could kiss when it wanted. Like her mouth her body was hot, comfortable and cavernous and I had to work hard to work up enough friction but with that big arse rocking back and forth needing no pillow to offer her fanny up she knew I was near. My body so tense I kept reaching for an orgasm that would not come.

Whispering in my ear, 'You can do it. Come on, my love, I know you can do it. Give it to me. C'mon, let me feel it,' her fanny tightened around me.

Suddenly the dam broke, her body stiffened when she heard my moans and she gave out a long sigh, I rose up on outstretched arms to pump my seed as deep into her as I could get it. Christ, did I enjoy coming in her.

Her hair strewn across the pillow, her limbs lying relaxed out on the bed in some sort of crucifix, she looked up at me, closed her eyes and gave out another long sigh, 'mmm, that was beautiful.'

I waited for the limpness to come; it didn't so I continued moving my arse at her.

With her tits swaying back and forth she let me poke her until she asked if her panties were making me uncomfortable; I said they weren't. I was trying to compare her with other shags, get to terms with the unusual heat and get her to tighten her cunt around my cock again.

'They're cutting into me something rotten. I'm enjoying this but could you get off a second?'

She could tell by my the way I held hard up her with the occasional uncontrolled thrust I did not want to stop, 'its okay,' she said with smile, put hands around my neck and pulled me into a soft kiss, 'let me get them off and my lovely boy can get back on.'

'Can I?'

'Yes, darling, of course you can. You feel as if you want to keep going. At least,' the girlish giggle and a wiggle, 'I hope you do.'

I had a cock like a rock; I could feel her dampness cooling around the base, 'please.'

'Good,' she said, casually, 'cos I want you to keep going until you've had enough of me,' pulling me down to kiss my nose, commanded, 'get off then.' No embarrassment telling me to get off. No embarrassment at telling her grandson he could 'get back on'; certainly none at telling me she wanted me to keep going. I got off.

I felt her wiggle her body, knew she had raised her knees to get her panties over her feet. An expanse of lily white thighs lay flat to the bed, a mass of dark brown curls waited at the top like an arrow, pointing. She held an inviting arm out welcoming me 'back on'. I climbed over, lay my cock in the valley; it found its own way back in.

Gran gave off a 'hurggah!' when I slipped into her followed by lots of oooo's and aar's and her hips twitching when I worked up a rhythm. Her calling 'Oh, my dear, yes,'' several times and, 'oh, my lovely boy,' during the twenty minutes I rolled around on top of her. To my surprise and delight we worked together as one, I lost myself in her; doing my best to hang on for as long as I could I was okay until she dragged my head round and started kissing around my face like she had when I was a child. The image of us naked, me at ten laying on her flashed across my mind then her lips claimed mine.

Her generous mouth swamped mine. When we broke a kiss to breath I went back for more. Then she gave me her tongue. I thought the next time she kisses me under the mistletoe will she use her tongue? Will I be able to feel these tits rolling against my chest again? Her cunt tightened; she was moaning into my mouth when my balls exploded.

'Oh...my God....David...mmmmah.....mmmmah,' her hips thrusting up at me until her body, taught like a bow held me off the bed, reached its zenith; then with several violent shudders relaxed but kept moving under me, whispering how I felt inside her, how wonderful to show my love for her like this, until I was sated and finished poking her.

We lay panting; a pool of sweat in the small of my back. The only movement was her hands rubbing over my body, her soothing voice asking, 'there, that was nice, wasn't it?' as if she had put a plaster on a grazed knee.

I was too breathless to answer; there was no more, I was spent. The tank was empty. I did not want to go limp inside her, separating was going to be slightly embarrassing. What do you say when you are lying on your grandmother, your leaking cock inside her? 'That was nice, see you around sometime.' But she, God bless her, realised.

'Well, I brought the towel for you,' her comforting arms folded loosely around me, 'never in my wildest dreams thought I'd need it for me,' reaching for it asked, 'can I put it down there as soon as you leave me?' pushing it down between us.

Her legs swung off the bed a soon as I rolled off. With the towel between her legs said, 'don't look,' and made her way to the bathroom. I looked.

* * *

She told me later...

'I tried not to let the tumult in my breast show in my face. Half of me was appalled at what we had done. Shedding respect built up over years. But the other half felt quite differently about it. Behaving like a nymphomaniac again was a pleasure beyond belief. Whenever you were near the adrenalin startled and alarmed me. I didn't want to spend my life with you, I wasn't a teenager, didn't want your babies or anything silly like that but your recent morphing into adult hood had me wanting to rip my clothes off and walk around naked with you.

'Sideways glances at your face told me nothing of what you were thinking. Were you patronizing me? Or like the last time I'd had someone younger, was I just an easy lay? Whenever we were near each other, made eye contact I wanted to tell you I did not care what made you want me, I wanted to tell you how good it had been for me and whatever reason you had for bedding me made no difference so please do it again if you needed to.

'Was it a fit young man giving me something I had not had for a long while or the need for some one to keep away the dying sex drive that had kept hopes alive? I did not know how long it could last, bound to be short lived, so enjoy. Too often a woman has to choose between getting food for the family or taking her man to bed; it's an idiot who chooses food. You can reheat lasagna but desire has a shelf life. Never reject an opportunity that will never come again.

* * *

The number of times you look at the screen and say, 'Christ, look at the arse on that.' And solid thighs that meet at the top; just like Gran's. Every time I saw her body moving inside her dress I fantasised at seeing her big hips and solid thighs naked again. Then, after I had spent a few minutes eyeing her up knowing that underneath the tight denim jeans there was tight smooth skin and bum cheeks that moved separately I'd recall the sight of her bare backside leaving the bedroom with the towel trailing between her legs, and thinking to myself, 'I've just fucked that and it was good'.

Not only was it incest the age difference meant that this should have been the end of it, when we untangled arms and legs and self consciously parted I thought it would be. She was a randy cow. I was a horny sod who hoped she would let me experience sliding her another length before the weekend was over, while the need was there and then, maybe, that would be it.

* * *

Sitting down for a late breakfast I gave her the opportunity to talk. I knew by the way she started a sentence but did not know how to continue Gran thought the subject too confusing or too large. All she had said was, 'Flakes or toast, my love?' In case the problem was repenting and having to say grandmothers should not be doing that with grandsons I helped her out.

Expecting a 'Yes, and we should not have done it' I tried to catch her eye, 'that was a surprise, Gran.'

'A surprise for me too; it happened so quickly I felt you had planned it.' No remorse.

'Gran,' searching for my best chat up line, 'yesterday was a pure accident, but if I could have planned it it would have. I saw you standing there, one look and I thought whow! Wouldn't I ...' I paused.

'Say it. You thought it, say it; I don't mind.'

'What?'

'You knew what you were going to the bathroom for and thought "like to give her one instead" didn't you?' I nodded.

'I don't mind? Because you did and it was good.'

'I thought seduce,' I lied, then continued my embarrassed pause.

She looked at me for a while, 'No you didn't, not the way you dropped your pants for me to see you were ready for more if I was.'

'It was not like that.'

'It was feral, darling.'

'Was it that obvious?'

And as if she was on 'Who wants to be a millionaire' gave me three options. Sitting across the table took my hands in hers, along pause while she arranged her thoughts.

'If you had just said that you fancy me it would have made my day. If you had simply asked if you could bed me I'd have might probably given it a great deal of thought. If you'd have given me no choice and dragged me through to the bedroom it would have been fun making you work for it. The way it happened so naturally you have not only made my day you have made my month; my year.'

Her grip tightened until we were eye to eye, 'My lovely boy, doing it the way we did has, to quote a cliché, made this old lady very happy. Unbelievably happy.'

'You are not old.'

'I'm pushing fifty three.'

I had experienced a mature woman before, neighbour Jean had been a revelation, so knew what I was saying, knew what to say, 'And very sexy. You talking like this is pushing me to want you again.'

'Talking like what?'

'Saying you enjoyed it.'

'Of course I enjoyed it. Couldn't you tell? I don't jump around and scream any more, but I enjoyed it. Your engine certainly brought the whole train into my station.'

'Whole train?' I queried.

'My lovely boy, it was very satisfying. Okay?'

Every time I set eyes on her, after that discussion, I wondered if we would be doing it again; I wanted her tits again, wanted handfuls of her tantalizingly soft hips. I felt stirrings that I knew should not be there but the forbidden and the pleasure of being so close to this lovely woman made it all the more desirable.

* * *

Lunch was almost ready; Gran was at the worktop, her solid frame obvious through her cotton dress. She may be knocking on with hips the size of a barn door but unlike Mum she did not have that roll of fat around her middle, standing or sitting; what you saw was what you got. A mature woman surrounded by the comfortable things a lifetime takes to gather that she was not going to waste by being too lazy to workout. A respected member of the local community, a churchgoer who doesn't covet her neighbours ox nor his ass, but her daughter's son who had eight inches, now that was different, for the short time he was likely to raise it for her it was something to covet.

My Gran wasn't the tightest shag in the world. It wasn't until I heard her oo's and yes's did the sides come in and meet me. But the way her body seemed to concentrate around the base of my cock, sucking at my balls, her warm body moving under me, a hand in my hair and one pulling on my arse had me driving in to experience the heat and the need. Wasn't it a grandsons' duty to satisfy such a need?

From soon after learning the delights my hand could bring wondering what my grandmother's tits would look like naked had been one of my fantasies. Not only had I seen them I now knew what they were like to play with and lay on. And along with those healthy thighs I wasn't disappointed. It was good. And the eroticism of having my cock in one of the many women I had tossed off to makes me want her again.

The way her body consumed me, the way her tits supported my chest as I rolled around on her. The way her hands travelled over my body in a sort of homage; the way I lost myself in her amazing body odour I could feel my sap rising as I watched her move around the kitchen. My thoughts like tendrils of ivy creeping along the mint coloured carpet in her hallway into her bedroom wanting her to lay nude under a sheet waiting for me.

* * *

I knew we had gone through a one way door; what had happened spun round and round in my mind. The indelible image of a mature woman reaching for the orgasm she was unsure would come stands clear in my mind. Her head turned away pressed back in the pillow, lips drawn over clenched teeth showing the tension of her need.

Her body arched off the bed with the primal need to copulate. Then the look of astonishment when it hit her and the sudden switch to offering up her hips for the plunging cock to siphon up the male orgasm she knew had been waiting in the wings. It was reproduction in the raw.

With her face in my neck she was talking to me, calling, demanding, and pleading.

Then I was talking to her, calling, apologizing, thrusting, and reaching for my own peak.

* * *

What did I say? What did I say to persuade her to allow me to continue with my athletics? Could I use those words again? I could not remember what I had said that had her responding, saying "yes, darling, of course you can" long after we had satisfied each other the first time.

'Pardon?' asked Gran, 'did you say something?'

'Err, no.'

'I thought you said "darling, of course, you can?"'

'Err, yes. How long will food be?'

'Who were you talking to?' getting no reply added, 'about ten minutes,' she said over her shoulder.

Taking one last look I went to the bathroom and stood against the sink, got my cock out and began to handle it but it wasn't there, it eventually got up but with fantasies fulfilled things were different.

'Oh, that was quick.' Gran said with a knowing grin when I reappeared.

'What was?'

'I saw the look on your face, heard you lock the door and thought you had gone for a...to, erm...' sheepishly, 'you know, me half naked in the hall, and that.'

I looked across the table at her, she stared back at me, 'and that has changed now,' I said, Gran hadn't taken her eyes off me, and 'why are you so easy with that sort of thing?' I asked.

'We all do it,' she replied, now blushing a little, 'have to,' she paused to consider what she was about to say, 'young men need to more than us.'

'Well, I intended to,' I admitted, 'but things are different now after...,' nodding towards the hallway, 'you know, out there this morning...thought perhaps I might, you know, sleep in your bed tonight...if that's okay.'

'You can't want...,' her tongue was licking her bottom lip, 'I can't expect you....because we've done it once...you don't have to prove anything,' I knew the sign of her struggling against saying, 'You can't want me, someone so old,' and 'I can't expect you to do it because you think you ought to or something.'

She stared across the table at me, took the hand I held out and held onto it a while. The air seemed to be sucked out of the room. Waiting on her decision, we were both finding it hard to breathe. A long sigh; a deep blush, I saw the rise and fall of her chest telegraphing her imagined thoughts.

'The thought of his hard athletic body maneuvering onto me; a cock as thick as a sledge hammer handle; that little puff he gives when giving me the little thrust after driving in that turns my legs to jelly at the thought.'

A mixture of surprise and love in her eyes at repeating our collusion and trying not to collide with the corner of the table walked round it to join me. This elegant, wholesome, woman wordlessly agreeing to shag moved into my arms, tipped her head to allow me to kiss her nose; she opened her mouth to ask, 'Because we did it once doesn't mean I expect you....' unable to believe a man as young as this wanted her again.

Gran got as far as, 'because we....Err...' every word after that I swallowed.

Followed by five minutes of hands and tits, of clenched bums and thrusting hips; five amazing minutes that two such people should want to do that in the middle of her kitchen before I found the right moment to break away and direct her ahead of me out of the door. I pushed on her shoulder at the attempt to turn half way along the hall. Pausing in the doorway to her room she gave a little shudder, leaning her five foot eight into my six feet one looked up into my eyes, 'are you sure, darling?' making it evident she was asking me to clear her conscience; telling me to dominate her.

'Absolutely. See if we can get the train to leave the station together.' Eyes closed for a second, a slight nod and moved into the room. 'Just like trains,' she said, standing by her bed, grinned that mischievous, girlish grin, 'nothing for five years then two come along together.' No question it was a fuck then.

'Yes, us two,' I pressed up against her. We spent another five minutes while I felt around her body, undid buttons to release her tits for a good massage. I liked to think it was in the excitement of me riding her again that with no sense of embarrassment at being seen did not close the curtains or the window simply stepped out of her clothes. Gran was down to her panties and on the duvet sucking her fingers before I had time to think what to do next, she watched me approach.

Sitting on the bed I ran hands over her body, corralled a breast, sucked a nipple, 'you like doing that for me, don't you?' she asked.

'Yes, ' I said, standing, 'I like doing this better for you,' and took my jeans off.

Watching me thumb my briefs down I read her expression when my stiff cock flicked upright. You could see her thinking, 'Christ, a seventeen year old is going to give me that again,' a hand rubbing just above her mound.

'They're brilliant,' I murmured, climbing back onto the bed and diving to suck a nipple at the same time my hand joining hers on her muff. I wanted to play with her clit and get her there before I got on board. I wanted her to be dragging me onto her, wanting an orgasm so badly she'd do anything, not simply lay there letting her grandson have his way.