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Grandma's butterfly tattoo

... forward and started frantically kissing her soft ass. My hands were on her hips. "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod..." smothering her ass with kisses. She pulled away gently and took my hand back in hers. "Would you like to come upstairs with me, sweetie?" Ohgodohgodohgodohgod..... what a question. I stood, finally able to adjust the raging hard-on in my pants. She led up to her room. I followed like a puppy. When we got into her room, she stopped and turned to me. Stepped out of her slippers and shrugged off her house-coat. It crumpled to the carpet in a soft heap around her sexy ankles and calves. Now she stood with her hands on her hips and let me take it all in. "Do you like what you see?" she asked again. Teasing me. The answer was obvious. 'Oh Jean!!" I reached out to touch her but she moved out of my reach. Her breasts swayed with the movement. "Not yet, Luke. There's no rush. We have hours." There WAS a rush. I could feel myself close to shooting in my pants. I was trembling as I stood there, watching her turn this way and that. Letting my eyes explore her nakedness. Taking in every curve, every image engraved on her skin. Aroused by knowing what this older woman hid beneath her clothes. "Does everyone know? About your tattoos?" "No, nobody..... except for the men in my life. And women." "You like women, Jean" "Sometimes. But today I like a sweet young virgin boy...." She walked to me and put her hands on my shoulders. Looked deep into my eyes. "Do you want me to show you? Show ...

... you how to love a woman?" I didn't answer. I reached up with a hand and cupped her cheek and leaned towards her and put my lips on hers. Her hand went to the back of my neck and she pulled me tight. Crushing her lips against mine. Her tongue darted out and pressed between my lips. Moved into my mouth. Fucked my mouth with her tongue. Exploring, licking my tongue. Her other hand moved down between us and she rubbed my erection through my jeans. I came. From the first touch of her hand. Cum shot from my cock and soaked into my briefs as I stood there. Moaning. Shaking. She kept rubbing. She knew. "Ohhh." I breathed. Disappointed. Ashamed. She knew! She knew I'd cum in my pants! She kept her hold on the back of my neck. Kept my mouth crushed against hers. Kept her tongue in my mouth. Kept rubbing against the erection in my jeans. I kept shooting cum into my pants. I was so ashamed by my lack of control. My hands dropped to my sides. Then I tried to pull away. I wanted to run away. Even while my cock was pulsing. Shooting my cum into my underwear. I wanted to get out of there and never come back. Never have to see her again, this woman who knew I was just a little boy who came in his pants. But her grip on my neck was tight. She kissed me harder. Tongue deep in my mouth. She kept on. Rubbing against my pulsing cock until my orgasm ended. Stopped rubbing, but still held me tight. Now with both her hands grasping my ass and pulling my damp jeans against her naked crotch. Humping her ...