Gran Meets Me Halfway - Sex Stories

Gran Meets Me Halfway

... heavier, her chest heaved and her expression turned to a positively pleading frown. I knew the signs. A sliding finger searched for her clitoris and when I found it moved it in circles like my latest girlfriend had said all women like. A puff of air escaped from flaring nostrils. A knee lifted, a leg rested against mine, thighs rolled flatter; inviting. Invitation accepted a middle finger found her hole and slid in. 'Oooo, my dear,' Gran whinnied through clenched teeth. It was warm, it was juicy not wet and different to others I had played with; smooth for the first inch or so. All the things I should not have known about this woman. The pressure on my throbbing cock was becoming unbearable. I distinctly remember the cool morning air on my damp finger and Gran's frowning disappointment when I removed it to push hard on her nearest leg to flatten it to the bed. The look was replaced with one of relief when my fingertips returned to caress a silky mound. From the very moment since seeing my cock her body language had changed. Now it said don't stop until I tell you to stop. Half leaning over her I made it obvious I was waiting for an invite. Gran murmured something, biting her bottom lip, keeping eye contact she released her grip on my cock and made a half hearted attempt to stop me climbing over her. She didn't say no when I got there, just a half nod of acceptance, flattening her thighs to prepare herself for her grandson. No doubt in her mind that spreading for him she was ...

... advertising her wantonness she still asked, 'my darling boy, are you sure?' Teeth biting her bottom lip were the only signs of tension. Throwing the towel away to hold her panties to one side she directed the cock she had only once released since she got hold of it to her honey pot. I lowered my hips to hers. Behaving like a virgin she backed her hips away when my knob pressed against her pussy, 'Darling, I'm your Gran we shouldn't....' my knob broke into her, 'oh, my dear God, yes,' my throbbing cock was sliding into her amazing heat. In unison with her repeated cry of, 'Oh, my dear God,' I sighed, 'Oh, Stella, that's fantastic.' Hard bone against hard bone I was in up to the hilt in the body I had cuddled to a thousand times. Long before her quavering voice asked, 'My lovely boy, are you sure about this?' again I was stroking a length in and out of the hottest hole imaginable. My cock had never felt bigger; my need to drive in deep never greater. 'Gran, this is fantastic, you're fantastic.' I crooned in her ear. But she was not listening; her orgasm was creeping up on her. A cocktail of need, of i****tuous shame, of frustration, of the forbidden, of erotical unbridled lust went through her like a train entering a tunnel. She was rolling her bum, massaging my cock with her virgina and wailing, 'David, David, Oh, no, oh, no, please stop, I'm cah.... Oh, my dear God, I'm cah..... minginginging. ' I had no idea what she was trying to say; spurred on with the need to drop my load ...