Mummy & Nanna (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Mummy & Nanna (Part 2)

2: Daisy

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While waiting outside Tim’s classroom, I chatted with his best friend’s granddad, James, and over the school year, I developed a bit of a crush on this kindly widower. I did not feel he was attracted to me, a sixty-eight-year-old lump of lard, a woman who would instantly be classed as a nanna. One day, though, he did seem much more animated, and as we walked home with the boys running ahead, I took courage and asked if he would like to come back for dinner with me after bedtime.

His face broke into a broad smile.

“Yes, Daisy, I would love that.”

“If I’m still settling Tim, just come in the back door and wait in the lounge.”

A few hours later, I was in the kitchen. Tim was fast asleep upstairs when there was a gentle knock on the door.

“Hello, James, come in. It will be about twenty minutes before we can eat. Would you like a drink while you wait?”

"I would love an ale.”

So he sipped his beer while I worked, and we chatted away easily. I suppose we were both fed up with our own voices. Living alone after many years of marriage is not easy.

We sat at Lizzy’s dining table; all the time we were eating, it seemed he was looking at me, and it felt really good to be the centre of a man’s attention again.

After our meal, we had coffee in the lounge, sitting in separate armchairs, when I suddenly had the urge to be physically close to him but was at a loss as to how I could do it without making a fool of myself. Then I had a ...

... brainwave.

“Would you mind if I put some music on, James?"

“Not at all.”

So I used the remote to turn on the television and scrolled to find the radio stations. Eventually, I settled on an easy music channel and then settled down to await my opportunity.

The soft music was very relaxing. I let several tracks go by before making my move.

“Would you like to dance with me, James?"

He smiled, stood up, and stretched out his hand. I almost jumped out of my chair as I put my hand in his and let him pull me up. Instantly, his other arm went around my waist, and we shuffled around the small floor space, my head resting on his shoulder.

He smelled very nice, and as we moved, I let my spare hand rest on his chest, tracing a path over his shirt. I was in heaven. Gradually, I felt my body melt into him, my hand trapped between us.

“Daisy, this is a treat, and you are lovely.”

Then he stopped moving, let go of my hand, cupped my chin between his beautiful hands, lifted my head back, and kissed me on the lips.

Inside, I was in turmoil; my body was reacting as if I were a teenager on her first date. I grabbed the back of his head, pressed my lips against his, and pushed my tongue into his mouth.

James’s reaction was instant. He ran his hands down my body, then, with one on each buttock, he pulled me hard against him, grinding his hips against me. Below, I could feel the hardness of his erection as his body moved against me.

“Daisy, I want you.”

“I want you too, James. ...