Gran Meets Me Halfway - Sex Stories

Gran Meets Me Halfway

... 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 f****y 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 i****t 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 ...