Gran Meets Me Halfway - Sex Stories

Gran Meets Me Halfway

... before she changed her mind I shafted for all I was worth. 'Oh, my lovely boy, yes, yes, yes! Ooooo, oooooo, Jesus,' she replied to the severe tonking; at the shear delight of feeling the extra thrust at the end of a determined plunge into her channel. I learnt later the tiny twitches of her big hips meant she was descending from an orgasm but so concerned with my own sap rising I had not noticed. It amazed me how flexible her legs were. She put her feet over the back of my thighs, rolled her hips in response to every thrust and with her fingers weaving in my hair pulled my head down; kissed me deeply to encourage me to keep going. And her generous mouth could kiss when it wanted. Like her mouth her body was hot, comfortable and cavernous and I had to work hard to work up enough friction but with that big arse rocking back and forth needing no pillow to offer her fanny up she knew I was near. My body so tense I kept reaching for an orgasm that would not come. Whispering in my ear, 'You can do it. Come on, my love, I know you can do it. Give it to me. C'mon, let me feel it,' her fanny tightened around me. Suddenly the dam broke, her body stiffened when she heard my moans and she gave out a long sigh, I rose up on outstretched arms to pump my seed as deep into her as I could get it. Christ, did I enjoy coming in her. Her hair strewn across the pillow, her limbs lying relaxed out on the bed in some sort of crucifix, she looked up at me, closed her eyes and gave out another ...

... long sigh, 'mmm, that was beautiful.' I waited for the limpness to come; it didn't so I continued moving my arse at her. With her tits swaying back and forth she let me poke her until she asked if her panties were making me uncomfortable; I said they weren't. I was trying to compare her with other shags, get to terms with the unusual heat and get her to tighten her cunt around my cock again. 'They're cutting into me something rotten. I'm enjoying this but could you get off a second?' She could tell by my the way I held hard up her with the occasional uncontrolled thrust I did not want to stop, 'its okay,' she said with smile, put hands around my neck and pulled me into a soft kiss, 'let me get them off and my lovely boy can get back on.' 'Can I?' 'Yes, darling, of course you can. You feel as if you want to keep going. At least,' the girlish giggle and a wiggle, 'I hope you do.' I had a cock like a rock; I could feel her dampness cooling around the base, 'please.' 'Good,' she said, casually, 'cos I want you to keep going until you've had enough of me,' pulling me down to kiss my nose, commanded, 'get off then.' No embarrassment telling me to get off. No embarrassment at telling her grandson he could 'get back on'; certainly none at telling me she wanted me to keep going. I got off. I felt her wiggle her body, knew she had raised her knees to get her panties over her feet. An expanse of lily white thighs lay flat to the bed, a mass of dark brown curls waited at the top like an ...