Helping Grandma - Sex Stories

Helping Grandma

... legs and looked at her gray-haired pussy. I stuck my tongue into her hole, causing her to moan. I continued to tongue her hole, pushing my tongue up and down her slit and stabbing her clit with my tongue. When I felt she was close, I locked her lips on her clit and rolled her nipples between my thumb and index fingers.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh God Oh God Oh God FUCK!" She screamed before filling my mouth with her juices. She tasted divine.

"No one's ever done that to me before, where did you learn how to do that?" She said out of breath.

"A mix of the internet and a few girls I've been with," I said confidently. "I hope you want some more grandma."

"Johnny, I don't think you should call me grandma anymore, you just put your tongue in my pussy. Call me Linda from now on." She said, regaining her breath. "I hope that wasn't all you planned on doing."

I got my whole body on the bed and got ready to fuck her missionary. I slowly inserted myself into her before my body got the best of me and slammed the rest of the way in.

"Ahhhhh!" Linda screamed.

"Sorry Gran-Linda." I apologized.

"No, just do it fast and hard." She assured me.

So I did, I fucked her hard and fast. I got used to her screams of ecstasy and could feel it when she was close to cumming again. I sped up so that we could finish together.

"Cum in me baby, make me yours, I want you to put your seed in me."

Those words drove me off the edge as I slammed into her 3 more times. Each time ...

... shooting more cum into her. I kissed her and her lips let mine.

"I love you so much, baby. Sleep here with me, with your cock in me." She said, out of breath.

I didn't need any more instructions. I laid my sweaty body on top of hers and we fell asleep together. My last thought was thinking about how this was going to be the best summer of my life.

I woke up with a start. I was in my grandmother's bed, alone. I couldn't get the events of last night out of my head. I had sex with my grandmother, and I came inside her. I got out of the bed and grabbed my clothes off of the floor. Putting my clothes on, I walked downstairs to see Linda in the kitchen.

"Good morning baby, it's so good to see you up! Here you go," She said, placing breakfast on the table. "How did you sleep baby?"

"I had some of the best sleep of my life, Grandma!" I said, smiling.

"That's good, but I wish you would remember: You can't call me grandma anymore. As much as we enjoyed it, there was a line that we crossed. Do you mind if I talk about Harry?" she asked.

Harry was my grandfather, he died 11 years ago when I was 8 years old. I have fond memories of spending time with him.

"Your grandfather was a good and beautiful man. I cherished all the years I spent with him. But he was, let's say, vanilla in the bedroom. 1 or 2 rounds of missionary and he was done. He made sure I enjoyed it, I always came when he was fucking me it was always the same. I never bothered to bring up that maybe we should ...