Gran Meets Me Halfway - Sex Stories

Gran Meets Me Halfway

... what her hand was doing so relaxed her head back on the pillow. I love tits. The hand that had held a tit steady while I sucked a nipple now rested on her tummy, and, like every other time in this situation, without thinking twice it seemed natural to run it over panties to feel for a mound. These panties were silk. Wandering over them I could feel the tight curls of her muff, found myself cupping a pronounced mound, feeling for the valley lower down. As with every other time I had spent with older women there had been no argument, there was none now. The fingers wrapped around my cock stopped moving and tightened. Coupled with a shudder a wave of contentment seemed flowed through her body until it reached her toes. The delicate atmosphere was almost shattered when Gran said, 'Darling, we only came for this,' lifting the hand that held the towel. After a few seconds it dawned on me my grandmother had indicated what we had agreed to, a wank, but not uttered a word of recrimination at the obvious attempt at seduction. Nor did she tell me to remove fingers that were trying to push between her closed legs. Instead her breathing increased; her thighs rolled open. Instantly making fanny lips known to my fingertips. Instinctively I molded them through the fabric. Gran suppressed a moan. I rose on to my elbow to look down at her, to take in the scene, waiting for her to tell me to stop. Eyes lids fluttering, her lovely boy had a hand between his grandmother's legs, she had hold of ...

... his cock yet her face was a picture of expectation and serenity. You could cut the tension with a knife. Her hand had stopped massaging me but her hips rose to meet my middle finger that continued sliding along the valley made in the silk. A valley that her moving hips allowed a middle finger to push the silk deeper into; deeper into a warm and damp crevice. She gave a little shivered and a long sigh. Even though we had already stepped over the line, well over it, I expected her to stop me when I slipped a hand under the leg of the loose panties in an attempt to really get to know her. As if to say 'go on, I'm ready' she moved her free leg away. Fingers caressed the soft hairs around the contours of swollen fanny lips. A gentle mumble sounded behind her tightly closed lips. Now it was my turn, 'Stop me,' I thought, 'Gran please stop me, because I'll keep going until I have a finger in you. And then.....I'll expect....you'll expect.....' Far from stopping me Gran raised her knees making her damp pussy more accessible. Puffs of air escaped her flaring nostrils in response to fingertips delving into her juicy folds. Frowning at her own throaty 'hurggah' she rolled against my hand inviting me to keep going; then her expression cleared when she became aware I was still looking down at her. In a sort of recrimination, maintaining eye contact, she was shaking her head from side to side but it did not stop her hips moving. Her tongue licked across her bottom lip, her breathing got ...