Date: Tue, 6 Aug 2013 08:22:37 -0700
From: A M <applecs4u@outlook.com>
Subject: First with Grandma

First Time with Grandma


About 1,000 words

      After Brad had fucked his whole family, he was feeling pretty good
about himself and pretty confident in his sexuality. He had fucked both his
mother and his father, as well as his little 13-year-old sister, and his
cock bulged in his pants as his thoughts pored over all the sex he'd been
getting recently.

      His grandmother lived alone after his grandfather had died a year ago
of some obscure kind of cancer. She was only 56, as she had his mother when
she was only 17. Brad had to do some quick math in his head to figure this
out on his bus ride over to her house to help her with some chores. He was
19, his mother was 39, so she had been 20 when Brad was born, and adding 17
came out to 56.

      She was still quite attractive and kept in shape by playing tennis
and swimming at her community facilities. She was slim and liked to wear
just shorts and a tank top around her house during the summer. Brad rang
the bell early one Saturday and she stood back to let him enter. When she
closed the door behind him, she was standing right in front of him. She
cocked her head a little to the side, and Brad thought how sexy she
looked. He could feel the heat from her body as only a foot or so separated
them.

      She opened her arms and Brad fell into them, feeling her soft breasts
press against his chest. She kissed him softly on the cheek and held her
body against him. She kissed his neck and put her hands on the small of his
back, pulling him until he felt his cock rubbing against her pussy. His
cock twitched a little and his Grandma patted his butt and leaned back to
look into his face, her eyes sparkling. She kissed him on the lips briefly
and then turned to pad into the kitchen. She had on her usual shorts and
tank top and no shoes or socks.

      Brad watched her thin legs and tight butt as he followed behind
her. She was standing at the refrigerator when he entered, and as she
looked back over her shoulder at him, he saw the outline of her breasts and
through the large armhole of her tank top, he could see her white
translucent bra.

      "What would you like, honey?" she asked, batting her eyes at him and
standing with one hand on the refrigerator handle and leaning provocatively
with her legs slightly spread and her long light brown hair streaked with
highlights cascading over her bare shoulders.

      "Um, uh," Brad stammered, not willing to say he wanted her more than
anything right now.

      "Would you like something hot?" she said with a twinkle in her eye.

      He thought she looked pretty hot standing there and was pretty sure
she knew it and was playing with him, but he couldn't be sure. "Well, yes,
hot would be nice," he finally said, sitting down at one of the stools by
the counter and swiveling it toward her, his legs spread and facing her.

      She didn't open the refrigerator door, but took two glasses out a
cabinet and set them on the counter. She put ice and water in them from the
dispenser and handed one to him and held the other against her cheek,
feeling the coldness. "Ice can be hot," she said, but Brad couldn't quite
understand. However, his throat was suddenly dry and he took a sip of the
ice-cold water.

      "I guess," he said, looking right at his grandmother.

      She took a piece of ice out of her glass and sucked on it languidly
before plopping it back into her glass. She strolled over to the counter
and sat beside Brad, twirling her seat against him. He let one leg move to
the floor as she spun so that she ended up between his outspread legs. She
set her glass on the counter and put one hand on each of Brad's
thighs. Looking straight into his eyes and leaning slightly forward so Brad
could get a view down her tank top to her bra, she said, "Do you think I'm
still attractive, honey?"

      Brad gulped, but there was only one possible answer. "Of course,
Grandma, you look great," he said, and meant it.

      Her eyes fluttered downward to his crotch and then upward to his
eyes. Brad was watching her long hair fall over her shoulders and onto his
pants. She brushed it aside and he again saw her silky bra peeking out. His
grandmother licked her lips. "Do you like them?" she asked. "I know you're
looking at them."

      Her tank top had slipped off her shoulders and she lifted one hand
through the arm hole, leaving one breast exposed. Brad could see the dark
nipple peering at him. A light sweat broke out on his forehead and he wiped
it and just nodded. His grandmother slipped the other arm of her tank top
off and reached behind her and undid her bra. Brad now saw the small, still
firm breasts heaving with erect nipples right in front of him.

      "Oh my Grandma," he said. "They look, um, delicious."

      "It'll sound better if you call me Louise," she said, lifting herself
off her grandson's legs. She retrieved a piece of ice from her ice water
and held it dripping in her hand. She again closed her lips around it, but
then lowered it to her breasts, running it around her nipples until they
stood stiff from the cold and dripping water.

      "Give them a taste," she said, putting her hands behind Brad's neck
and moving to a standing position between his legs. He nestled between her
breasts, kneading them with his hands and licking all around them and then
engulfing one in his mouth, sucking on it greedily and working the nipple
with his lips and tongue. He then switched to the other one and when he
released that, his grandmother's mouth was on his and her tongue was
swirling in his mouth and her tongue was grappling with his and then she
moved away from him, taking his hand in hers and leading him to her
bedroom, her breasts jiggling slightly as she walked in front of him.

      She had carried her drink with her and set it on the night stand. She
wriggled out of her shorts and Brad followed suit, dropping his clothes on
the floor as the thought of fucking his grandmother raced through his
mind. She moved him to the edge of the bed and took a piece of ice from her
glass. This time she put it all the way in her mouth and got down on her
knees in front of him.

      As she opened her lips to take his cock inside her mouth, the ice was
still melting and when Brad felt the cold ice and her hot tongue
simultaneously surrounding his cock, he twitched. He put his hands on his
grandmother's head, caressing her soft hair and watching her head bob up
and down on his throbbing cock as she sucked deeply on him and swirled her
tongue and the rapidly melting ice around his shaft.

      Before he knew it, his cock was tingling and his balls were
tightening and he was fucking into his grandmother's mouth, slamming his
cock all the way inside her like he was fucking a pussy. His cum
practically flew out and she gulped it down, her cheeks inflating as she
swallowed him. She made moaning sounds deep in her throat as she sucked the
cum from him and she held her lips tight against him until he finished and
was breathing hard and trembling at the release.

      She stood up and smiled at him, wiping the cum from her lips. She had
swallowed the remainder of the ice and her lips and cheeks were red and
flushed. She put her arms around her grandson and kissed him deeply, using
her tongue slowly and sensuously inside his mouth as she fed him the
remnants of his own cum and pressed her tantalizing breasts against his
chest.

      "Well now, that was fun," she said. "For starters."

      Brad grinned at her, knowing his hard-on would soon be back and his
cock would be buried in his grandmother's pussy. What a fucking family, he
thought and his cock twitched a little in anticipation.