Gran Meets Me Halfway - Sex Stories

Gran Meets Me Halfway

... 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 ...