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She wouldn’t tell me the secret. No matter how many times I asked, or how much I whined, she refused to divulge the reason for exactly why she wanted me to visit her on Saturday night. I suspected it would be something sexual, that my grandmother had something dirty in mind for us, but try as I might, even when I asked her when my tongue and fingers had taken her to the brink of orgasm she didn’t tell.

“Wait and see,” she said, all mysterious and coy but with a definite glint in her eye. “I guarantee, Robert, that you’ll love it.”

Five days I waited, five days that passed with agonising slowness, and as the time dribbled by I imagined various scenarios, all lewd, all involving my beautiful, sexy grandmother.

We’d been fucking for two months by then. It all came about, the i****tuous affair between me and my mother’s mother, when I found a stash of nude photographs under gran’s bed. She caught me out and, after a shaky start during her seduction – she got cold feet for a moment – we ended up romping all over those same photographs as they lay spread across her bed. The day I lost my virginity to my own grandmother she’d worn a pink corset – her favourite colour – stockings and heels, and I imagined that the surprise she said she had for me on the coming Saturday featured her in new lingerie.

Or perhaps, I mused, she wanted me to take some photos of her; or maybe even a video of us fucking!

As it turned out, when that Saturday evening eventually rolled around, let’s just say that what lay in store had me speechless.

***

On the day itself the hours dragged by even more slowly. It felt to me like time was stuck in glue. When I looked at the clock, expecting half-an-hour to have past, I saw that it was only five minutes since I’d last checked. In the morning my guts were tight knots of apprehension, but as the day wore on that feeling gave way to liquid anxiety.

It didn’t help matters when my grandmother phoned at ten in the morning and murmured filth down the line, a sewer-mouthed description in the most vivid terms of what she wanted me to do to her pussy – and all with my mother standing scant yards away, blithely unaware of what a nasty, potty-mouth her mother had.

When my grandmother got going she really let rip, dropping the prim and proper schoolteacher act completely.

“I’m playing with my cunt right now, Robert,” gran whispered down the phone. “You like it when I say that word, don’t you, you dirty boy?” “I wish you were here right not to lick it. My pussy’s growling for your cock, darling.” She gasped and then chuckled. “Ooh, that felt good. My clit’s so big, Robert. I’m fingering it and it feels so good. When I hang up the phone I’m going to play with myself, darling. You think about that; think about your granny with her legs spread wide ...” She paused, knowing the image would solidify in my mind. “Think about it, Robert; my cunt all swollen and hot for your tongue and lovely cock.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come round before seven, Gran?” I asked, my voice catching as desire swelled my cock. “I can come over any time you like.”

Gran chuckled again, a rich, throaty, dirty sound. “You just want to come on my tits, Robert, you wicked boy.” My fingers whitened as I gripped the phone more tightly when I heard the woman gasp and groan. “I’d love it if you could visit me sooner, Robert,” my grandmother said. My heart leapt into my throat and my cock grew even stiffer when I thought she was inviting me over earlier than our planned rendezvous. However my excitement was short-lived. “But you can’t, darling,” my grandmother breathed, gasping again. “Your surprise won’t be ... ready until seven. You’ll just have to be patient. Now I’m going to go, Robert. See you at seven, not a second earlier. Do you understand? Not one second before seven or you might ruin everything.”

“OK, Gran,” I managed to say in a voice close to normal. “Seven. I got it.”

“And no playing with yourself, or if you do, don’t come. You’ve got to fuck like a machine tonight, darling.”

And that’s how she left me, the teasing bitch.

I nearly shit when my mother touched my shoulder, saying, “Are you all right?”

“Uh ... Yeah, Mum, I ... er ... I’ve just got a bit of a headache, that’s all.”

My mother looked at me, concern in her expression. “If you like,” she began, “I’ll go and stay with my mother tonight. If you’re not well …?”

Holy shit! No, that would fuck it up completely!

“It isn’t that bad, Mum,” I said hurriedly. “I’ll take a couple of pills and be fine.”

My mother frowned. “OK, Robert,” she sighed, adding, “it’s only my mother being a silly old woman anyway. I don’t know why she’s suddenly worried about being alone at nights. She’s lived in that house on her own for years.” My mother tutted and rolled her eyes. She fixed me with a tender smile, saying, “I think it’s sweet of you to stay with her tonight. You’re a good lad, a nice young man. I’m so proud.”

“Thanks, Mum,” I replied, walking away as my cheeks began to burn.

I wonder what my mother would say if she knew I’d be balls deep inside her mother in, hopefully, a little over nine hours time? Would she be so proud of me then?

***

Finally the hands on the clock crawled around to show the time at two minutes to seven. As torturous as it had been, remembering my grandmother’s very specific warning about not arriving before seven o’clock, I’d left it late so that my arrival would be about five minutes after the hour.

Being young and insurance premiums the cost that they are, and because I didn’t earn much in my job as a trainee manager in the supermarket, and because fuel is so fucking expensive, I normally used my pushbike to go back and forth between home and gran’s house. But I was too impatient to pedal over, so I drove. During the short drive to gran’s house I realized I’d owned the car for close on two years. My mother and grandmother had clubbed together and bought the VW Golf second hand for my eighteenth birthday, and I wondered where the time had gone now that my twentieth birthday loomed closer. It occurred to me that my grandmother would soon be fifty-eight since her birthday followed a week after mine. I grinned when I thought about what gifts we could exchange this year.

My grandmother met me at the back door, our habitual access and egress to the house. As usual she wore lingerie and heels – she has a thing about her age and how, she reckons, she’s no longer the svelte young thing she was in the photos I discovered. Despite me maintaining endlessly that she’s glamorous and beautiful and how she makes my cock hard when I just look at her, she insists on the corsets and negligees. Not that I complain too much, I really like the way my grandmother looks when she’s all dressed up for sex.

“Don’t say a word,” Robert,” she cautioned in a whisper, with a forefinger pressed to her lips. “Even when you see your surprise, don’t say anything. You’ll be surprised, pleasantly surprised, but don’t say a word no matter what.”

I frowned and asked why the need for me to be silent. “I don’t understand, Gran. What is it? What’s the surprise?”

“Wait and see. It’s in the lounge. We’ll go through in a moment, but for now, darling, kiss me.”

“I love the stockings, Gran,” I murmured when we parted, reluctantly on my part. I love kissing my grandmother’s mouth. “And you’ve had your hair done.”

My grandmother preened, obviously pleased I’d noticed. “I’m all smooth between my legs as well, Robert,” she murmured into my ear, her hand pressing against the bulge in my jeans. “And you look very handsome tonight yourself.” She took a pace backwards, her hand still attached to my jeans front. “Did you manage to go the whole day without wanking your gorgeous cock?”

“Just like you said, gran.”

“And you smell divine as well.”

I’d taken an age in the bathroom, bathing and shaving; my grandmother doesn’t like her dirty boy to be dirty.

“Can I see my surprise now?” I asked abruptly, the anticipation swelling in my guts.

“Of course. We’ll go through now. Just remember,” my grandmother cautioned, fixing me with her stern over-the-rims-of-her-spectacles look, “no speaking. You’ll understand why as soon as you see what’s waiting.”

Gran led the way with me eagerly following behind. I almost bumped into her such was the level of anticipation, but as soon as I walked into the lounge I understood why I had to keep quiet.

My grandmother strode over to the settee and halted. She turned her face towards me, smiling hugely when she saw the expression on my face. “He’s here,” she said as she turned away from my bulging eyes and wide open mouth to address the woman sitting on the sofa.

Elaine, my grandmother’s colleague and friend, a woman twenty years older than me, and who I fancied the arse off, tilted her head to one side.

“Is he?” she asked, her eyes blindfolded.

“Yes,” my grandmother replied in her stern schoolteacher’s voice. “You should see him Elaine. He’s a handsome young man, very good-looking. He’s still dressed but I can tell you he’s stiff with desire.”

“H ... How old is he?” Elaine asked, her voice warbling.

“Nineteen, darling,” my grandmother breathed. “I know you like them young.”

“I do, Sarah,” Elaine replied, using my grandmother’s Christian name.

Questions, I had questions. How, for example, had my grandmother set this up? How the hell had she convinced Elaine to come to her house for sex? Was this a regular thing between them? Were they a couple of lesbians? I instantly dismissed that notion, my grandmother liked cock, I knew that for a fact since she’d sucked mine and been fucked by it enough times over the last few weeks. I’d bet they were bisexual though.

I looked at my grandmother, a woman of many surprises.

“He’s going to undress now, Elaine,” gran said. “Then he’s going to let you feel his cock. No wanking it,” she warned. I don’t want him squirting spunk all over my furniture, but you can feel him and perhaps have a little lick.”

“Yes,” Sarah,” Elaine murmured. “I’d like that.”

“Take your clothes off,” my grandmother snapped at me. “Strip and I’ll help her out of her clothes.”

As I stripped naked I watched Elaine rise to her feet. She slid her blouse over her shoulders after gran unfastened the buttons for her. She reached back to unclasp her own bra while my grandmother unbuckled the broad belt around Elaine’s waist. The short pleated kilt pooled around Elaine’s feet to leave her naked.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” my grandmother asked as she cupped Elaine’s round breasts in her palms. “She’s a fitness nut, spends hours in the gym ... but it pays off, doesn’t it?” When I nodded, licking my dry lips as I stared at Elaine’s body, my grandmother added, “He’s staring at you, Elaine. I think he likes you. He’s got this hungry look in his eye and ...” Gran chuckled, “... he’s big and hard, Elaine. His cock’s all stiff.” My grandmother signalled for me to approach with the sweep of one arm. “Come here and stroke her breasts,” she instructed. “Elaine loves to have her breasts massaged, don’t you, darling?”

“Yes,” Elaine murmured. “It makes me so wet when a hot young bloke squeezes my tits.”

Elaine sighed when my fingers closed over her firm tit-flesh. She reached blindly, searching for my dick.

“Here he is, Elaine,” my grandmother said, guiding the woman’s hand to my tumescence. “Isn’t he stiff!"

“Oh fuck,” Elaine gasped when she felt my stiffness. Her hand fisted around my girth. “That’s a nice big cock. He’s going to fuck me with it, isn’t he, Sarah?”

“Eventually,” my grandmother replied, winking at me. “But I might have him first ... I’m a little excited by the thought of seeing the two of you together and I fancy a bit of his cock as well.”

“If you do fuck him first, let me taste your pussy on his dick.”

My grandmother gave her dark, sexy chuckle. “You’re in a filthy mood tonight, Elaine.”

“It’s your fault, Sarah. Teasing me all day about fucking a sexy young man; no fucking wonder I’m horny.” I groaned as Elaine’s fingers slid along the length of me, then I stiffened, not in a good way, but my body tensed when Elaine asked, “Where did you find a nineteen-year-old to fuck, Sarah?”

“He’s just a nice young man I know,” my grandmother smoothly replied. “Now,” she added, seamlessly, “what did I say about not wanking him? He’ll be flicking spunk all over my carpet and settee if you’re not careful. “Why don’t you suck his cock instead?”

Elaine laughed. “Won’t that have him spunking as well?”

“If he does, you’ll just have to gulp it all down.”

Elaine sat, but not before she released my cock and traced a palm over my stomach and chest, commenting favourably on my musculature when she squeezed my shoulders. Her fingers traced my face and combed through my hair.

Elaine smiled and nodded. “He’s nice,” she said. “The blindfold idea is fantastic, Sarah. I feel so ... so vulnerable. Not threatened,” she added. “It’s like I’m at your mercy. He could do anything to me.”

Then she groped for me, her fingers bumping against my dick.

I groaned and pushed my fingers into Elaine’s short hair when Elaine’s tongue slid over the dome of my cock-head and my grandmother pressed her body against my flank, her breasts squashing between us. “Kiss me, darling,” she murmured into my ear, and so I swivelled to face her and our lips touched.

Elaine’s lips made a wet, smacking sound as she let my hard-on plop out of her mouth after a few moments of slurping and sucking. “Kiss me as too,” she groaned, fingers mushing against her own vulva. “Either one of you. Just kiss me.”

My grandmother leaned over the seated woman, her boobs dangling and swaying. “Let me taste his cock on your tongue, Elaine,” she whispered.

I watched the two women’s tongues sliding and writhing, over and over while they both sighed and groaned. Elaine’s hand kept busy between her legs while my grandmother massaged the younger woman’s tits.

My grandmother’s eyes flashed venom when, in a mindless moment, as I stroked my cock, I muttered an obscenity.

“Lick her cunt,” she snarled at me, shaking her head and pressing a forefinger against her lips again. She pushed Elaine back into her seat and forced the woman’s legs apart.

When I saw the swollen lips of Elaine’s sex and the hot, scarlet core of her cunt, I moaned and dropped to my knees.

My grandmother urged me on when I dabbed my tongue at Elaine’s clitoris. I probed at the woman, tasting her desire as she juiced heavily, and I had more concern for her staining my grandmother’s sofa than me gushing semen all over the place. While she watched and rubbed her own pussy with one vigorous hand, my grandmother roughly squeezed Elaine’s boobs. Elaine herself gabbled and groaned, giving me occasional near breathless instructions on where to lick and how fast.

“You’re going to get me off,” Elaine gasped, fingers clawing at the fabric of gran’s settee. “My clit,” she squealed. “Suck it between your teeth. Really suck it. Push a finger inside me. Fuck me with your fingers. Oh, fuck, Sarah,” the woman grunted, almost bent double now that I’d pulled her hips to the sofa’s edge and lifted and bent her legs at the knees so I could devour her cunt. “I’m going to do it. I’m going to fucking come.”

“Do it, darling,” my grandmother urged. She still had one hand on Elaine’s breasts despite the woman’s knees being almost on her chest. “Come on his face, Elaine. Let it go, sweetheart. Let his mouth take you there.”

Elaine climaxed in a thrashing of limbs. She gasped and winced and raked her nails along my forearms as the lust boiled out of her.

“Fuck her while she coming!” my grandmother cried. “Force her legs apart and fuck her dirty cunt.”

“Please,” Elaine gasped. “Yes, please. Stick it in me. Fuck me!”

My grandmother collapsed onto the sofa next to Elaine while I balanced precariously on my knees, the shaft of my cock in one fist as I aimed at her body.

“Fuck her,” my grandmother grunted through a wince and clenched jaw. “Give it to her. Let me see her pussy all stretched by your big cock. Fuck her, you beautiful bastard.”

My grandmother wailed and gasped, three fingers jammed into her pussy as she rubbed quickly at her clit. I watched her tits shiver and roll while her face twisted into a mask of sublime pleasure. She grunted three times and then, with one final bellow, her body tensed and she came noisily.

“Oh, you’re so fucking stiff inside me,” I heard Elaine say. “I’ll come again if you bang my pussy hard. Please,” she mewled. “Really pound me. Fuck me hard and make me come on your dick.”

I did my best to comply with the woman’s wishes, stabbing at her with my cock until the wet squelching of our coupling filled the room. I probed deep, stirring Elaine’s insides with the length of me, altering the angle of each thrust just as my grandmother had taught me. Leaning in on bent arms, taking almost all my weight on my legs – I’d feel the ache in my calves the next day and wonder what the hell I’d done to make the muscles so sore – I pressed my mouth to Elaine’s and kissed her as she came.

Then, unable to take the glorious sensation of Elaine’s clenching insides squeezing my dick, overwhelmed by the sounds and tastes and sights my grandmother had engineered for my pleasure, I groaned and squirted semen into the woman’s body.

“He’s coming,” Elaine yelped. “He’s filling me with spunk.”

I waited for them on my grandmother’s bed while Elaine removed the blindfold and peed in the bathroom. While the sound of her water tinkled into the toilet bowl I stroked my slippery cock and thought about much I loved my grandmother for setting this up. I’d ask her later, after we made love in her big bed I’d ask about her and Elaine, but for now I was happy enough with the second woman I’d fucked in my life so far.

Just as I wondered what other surprises my grandmother might have in her repertoire, I heard voices on the landing.

“He’s already hard,” I heard my grandmother say to a newly blindfolded Elaine. “He must really like you a lot, darling.”

“I like him, Sarah,” Elaine replied as she sat on the edge of the bed. “Can I take the blindfold off so I can see for myself?”

“No,” my grandmother barked. “He doesn’t want you to know who he is.”

Elaine gasped, her fingers going to her mouth. “You don’t mean I know him? Sarah, no, it ... it isn’t a former pupil of mine, is it?”

“No,” my grandmother responded truthfully, I’d gone to a different school to the one Elaine and gran taught in. “He isn’t.” She paused and I wondered if she was thinking up a reply, winging it. “But he knows someone you know, he’s related to a friend of yours and doesn’t want anyone to find out about our tryst.”

I wondered about the wisdom of sailing so close to the wind of truth, a sudden gust could easily capsize the tiny craft of our i****tuous secret.

But I needn’t have worried, for Elaine, after a moment or two of thought, shrugged her shoulders. “OK,” she replied, “but I’ll find out sometime.”

Gran and I exchanged a look. Hers seemed to suggest that she thought Elaine would be lucky to find out. After all, my grandmother herself was the friend I was related to, and she wasn’t about to reveal all to Elaine. My look was plain old worried.

“Good luck o you, dear,” my grandmother said, and then, in one of her deft moves at changing the subject, suggested that Elaine get on all fours so I could fuck into her from behind.

For the next half-an-hour I stirred the residue of my earlier deposit with my cock while my grandmother fucked herself with a thick rubber cock and Elaine purred and sighed. At first we fucked doggy style before she then climbed aboard and used my upright pole to get herself to another noisy orgasm. Occasionally, while I moved around the bed as we changed positions, my grandmother would take a few licks at Elaine’s pussy with her tongue. Finally, with our mouths locked in a deep kiss, I grunted a guttural warning and felt myself explode into the woman for a second time.

“He comes buckets of spunk,’ Elaine gasped when, after I rolled off her she felt between her legs, her fingers coming up smeared with goo.

My grandmother then, while I stared all slack-jawed at her, took Elaine’s spunk-smeared digits into her mouth.

When Elaine left, my grandmother explained that the two of them had been playing with each other for a couple of years, nothing serious, just a mutually enjoyed playtime when the fancy took them.

“Are you shocked, Robert?” gran asked. “I’ve given you cause to be surprised over the last few weeks, haven’t I? I bet you never imagined your old granny could be such a slut.” She chuckled. “You’re grandfather and I had some wild times in the old days,” the woman revealed. “Swinging with other like-minded couples on holidays in Blackpool and Scarborough. Oh, we had some fun. I’ve sucked three cocks one after the other before, darling. Your granddad loved to watch me fuck other men ... And I used to play with myself and watch him fucking other women.” Gran tutted and shook her head. “But the silly bugger fell in love with someone else and left me,” she said sadly. Then, shaking her head she brightened suddenly. “But now I’ve got Elaine and you, my dear. That’s enough sexiness for me just now.”

“I love you,” I murmured, remembering the nude pictures that had been the catalyst for all that followed.

“Then kiss me on the lips,” my grandmother sighed, inviting me to settle on top of her with her open arms and spread thighs. She chuckled and added, “And then you can kiss my other lips before you fuck me.”

It wasn’t until my tongue lapped at my grandmother’s thick, meaty labia that I realised the huge mistake I’d made.


“What is it, Robert?” my grandmother asked when she saw the expression on my face. I’d been in the process of licking her to a climax when the realisation hit me.

“Elaine,” I groaned, “she’ll guess it was me tonight.”

My grandmother frowned. She shook her head in denial. “No, I don’t think so, Robert. She might try, but how could she guess?”

“My car, gran. I came over in my car tonight. It’s parked on the kerb right outside on the other side of the hedge.”

***

It was obvious it wasn’t good news; I could tell by my grandmother’s face that Elaine, on the other end of the phone, had seen my car and, even though English was her forte, the subject she taught, Elaine had made four out of two plus two.

Gran confirmed this after hanging up the phone.

“Shit,” she said, shoulders slumped as she sat on the edge of the bed. She dropped the mobile phone onto the carpet. “Shit, shit, shit,” she repeated, so fast that the words ran together. She looked at me, scared and suddenly old, her corset and stockings making her ridiculous rather than sexy during that debilitating moment of realisation.

It hit me then: my grandmother’s reputation; her career; her Civil Service pension jeopardised, all for dirty, clandestine sex with her grandson. I suddenly felt sick, my stomach greasy at the thought of my mother knowing what we’d done together. What had I been thinking to sleep with my grandmother in the first place?

i****t, the word sounded foul, a pollutant to my life now that our sordid secret was out.

“She’s coming over,” my grandmother mumbled. “Elaine,” she added, as if I needed any confirmation. “She said she would be at the back door in a couple of minutes. She said she saw your car ...” For a few moments my grandmother sat there, her face in her hands. Then she sighed heavily and turned her bleak face towards me. “What are we going to do, Robert?” A single tear slid over her cheek.

I had no answers, I even felt like crying myself. Shrugging I replied with a rhetorical, “Let her in and see what she’s got to say?”

Gran shrugged her own shoulders. “Nothing else for it, I suppose.”

After peeling the stockings off, my grandmother unhooked the stays on her corset and let it drop to the carpet. Naked, her buttocks jiggling, she lifted her towelling robe off the hook on the back of the bedroom door. Finally, her modesty restored, gran, looking just like a normal grandmother, no longer a ravishing sex goddess, cast me a sorrowful look and left me alone in her bed.

I sighed and began to dress, wondering what the hell I would be doing at the same time the next evening.

The French Foreign Legion seemed a pleasant alternative to whatever might lay in store.

My arrival in the kitchen downstairs coincided with Elaine’s knock on the back door. My grandmother, who had just poured three very large gins, looked at me, shrugged and then opened the door.

Elaine stood on the step for a few seconds, her eyes flicking from my grandmother to me and then settling again on gran.

“I’ve just poured us a drink, Elaine,” gran said as she stepped aside to allow Elaine access. “I certainly need one. What about you?”

Elaine stepped into the kitchen and gran closed the door. “I’ll have a drink,” she said. “Thanks, Sarah.”

We took the drinks into the lounge, the scene of our earlier debauchery. My cheeks flamed when I pictured what had happened in that room just a short time before. Elaine settled on the sofa, in the same seat she’d occupied when she’d babbled and climaxed and I’d squirted her full of semen.

Silence except for the chinking of ice in my grandmother’s glass as she sipped gin followed after I sat in one of the armchairs, gran in the other. I swallowed heavily, nervous at what Elaine might say.

“Well,” Elaine began. “This is a turn up, eh?” She took a drink and eyed my grandmother before she turned her attention to me. “You and your grandmother, Robert? You’re fucking your own granny.”

A sudden anger flared in my chest when the woman smirked and sipped some more gin. Who was she to judge? She’d been happy enough to open her legs to, as far as she knew, a complete stranger. Her thing was younger men, and she had no qualms about satisfying her lust by getting her cunt fucked and filled with spunk. So what if I loved my grandmother? We weren’t hurting anyone. I wasn’t r****g her. We enjoyed a full physical relationship – rampant fucking when the a****l urge was upon us, tender and loving when we felt close to each other. Besides, hadn’t Elaine enjoyed intimate times alone with my grandma? Who did she think she was? She was a kinky bitch herself, prowling around after young men.

“I love her,” I said, indignation in my tone of voice.

“Sure,” Elaine nodded. “Of course you do, Robert. And Sarah’s a very sexy woman; I can’t blame you for fancying her.” She grinned at me. “You know I quite fancy her myself. She’s told you about our time together?”

I nodded. “Yes, I know.”

“And she’s told you I like young cock? Just like yours, Robert. You’re right up my street. Nineteen—”

“—I’m almost twenty,” I put in.

Elaine gave a wicked smile and small shrug of her shoulders. “Just as good, Robert. I’ll fuck you when you’re twenty; I’ll even go to twenty-one, twenty-two ... I enjoyed having you tonight. So eager, so stiff, and you came so much ...” Elaine sighed and squirmed against the settee.

“What are you going to do, Elaine?” my grandmother interjected. “I can’t stand this to-and-fro. Tell me. What are you going to do now you’ve guessed what’s going on?”

“Sarah,” Elaine said with a gasp. “You don’t think I’m going to shout about you and Robert, do you?”

“I don’t know, Elaine,” gran replied. “I just don’t know. Surely you realise what would happen if it became common knowledge?”

Elaine laughed. “I’d say the school governors might frown at i****t, Sarah.” Then there came a long pause. Elaine had used the word; it was out there between us. The seconds ticked past, a full half-a-minute before Elaine delivered her bombshell. “But I think you fucking your own grandson is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard of. When I saw Robert’s car parked outside I almost fell over with the shock. It all added up: his age; what you’d said about him being the relative of a friend of mine; the reason for the blindfold and why he never spoke ...” Elaine stood up and, to my gape-mouthed surprise, began to undress.

My grandmother gasped. “Elaine,” she said. “What are you doing? What ...?”

“Come on, Sarah,” the woman said with a smirk and twinkling eyes. “Let’s put on a little show for Robert. Then I can watch you two fucking. It’s only fair,” she added, “you’ve seen him banging the shit out of me twice already.”

My grandmother looked across the gap between us. “What do you think, Robert?”

“I love you, gran,” I sighed. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

“What about me, Robert?” Elaine broke in, naked with her breasts cupped in her hands. “Could you get to love me too? Just a little.”

A few moments later my grandmother lay sprawled on the sofa while Elaine slurped and slobbered at her sex.

“Come here, darling,” gran groaned at me when I too had stripped bare. “Come closer and watch us. Watch Elaine licking me. Kiss me when I climax, Robert.”

When I walked towards the sofa I took in the detail of Elaine’s body. The gym work and running had given the woman taut, shapely legs and tight buttocks. I appreciated the lines of her narrow waist and flaring hips as she knelt and splayed my grandmother’s labia, her arse high in the air.

Elaine stopped lapping gran’s pussy and grinned at me when I slid a hand over her back and then squeezed her buttocks. “We’re all going to have so much fun, Robert,” she said with a wink.

“I thought you’d be disgusted by this Elaine,” I replied, leaning in to taste my grandmother’s essence off Elaine’s tongue.

We kissed for a short time before Elaine replied with, “Fuck no. This is just up my street. Great sex with two sexy people. And you, my gorgeous fucking man, are as good as it gets. I loved having your cock inside me. You got so hard! I want to fuck you a lot more now that I’ve found you.” She kissed me again, this time holding my head with one hand to force her tongue deeper into my mouth while, with her other hand she slid her thumb over my grandmother’s clitoris. “Do you think you can handle two sexed up ladies in your life, Robert?”

“I’m sure he can,” my grandmother responded on my behalf. “Now shut up talking, Elaine. Lick my cunt.” Gran glanced at me as she hissed that word; she knew it gave me a thrill to hear the obscenity drip from her lips. “Eat my cunt and make me all wet for my grandson’s dick. You wanted to see us fuck, Elaine? Well, it’s going to happen soon.”

Shortly afterwards, following a loud and very vocal orgasm, my grandmother straddled my thighs as I sat on the sofa. With my erection perpendicular, the woman’s big tits brushed my face as she eased herself onto the length of my upright shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” my grandmother groaned. “I needed this. Suck my nipples, Robert,” gran grunted as she began to slide up and down on my cock. “Play with my tits while I fuck your lovely cock.”

I saw Elaine slumped on the settee next to us. Her legs were wide open while she fingered her gooey pussy and stared at the i****tuous coupling of grandmother and grandson.

“Oh my God,” Elaine gasped, her voice breaking with her arousal. She gazed into my face while she rubbed her clit roughly with two fingers. I saw the woman chewing on her bottom lip, her face twisted into a mask of unadulterated lust while she panted and gasped and her cunt squelched and farted around three of her fingers probing deep into her body.

With one of my grandmother’s long teats in my mouth, I reached out a hand and found one of Elaine’s pleasingly pliant breasts.

“I’m going to come,” I heard my grandmother gasp over the slapping of her buttocks against my thighs.

Releasing Elaine’s boob I reached around and grabbed my grandmother’s generous arse cheeks in both hands. I teased the puckered stain of her sphincter with a forefinger, sliding the tip into gran’s muddy hole while she continued to search for her climax with energetic bounces on my cock.

“Fuck him, Sarah,” Elaine gasped. “Fuck it’s so dirty watching you ride his cock like that. “I need to come again,” the woman groaned. “My pussy’s so itchy. I fucking love watching you two.”

“I’m coming,” my grandmother grunted, slapping her body down onto me as she trembled and gasped and bit my neck.

“Me too,” I groaned, unable to hold back. “Oh, gran, here it comes ...”

Elaine rolled onto her side and then heaved herself upright, kneeling on the sofa so she could kiss me while I poured my love into my grandmother.

Finally, as my ardour cooled I watched Elaine kiss my grandmother’s mouth.

We fell apart, gran climbing off me before she staggered from the room, a hand cupped between her legs to save her precious carpets from the dollops of jizm that threatened to drip out of her.

Elaine nuzzled close to me, her tight body pressed against mine while I fought for breath.

“Wow,” the woman purred, laying soft feathery kisses on my chest and throat. “That was just ... Fuck, Robert, I can’t tell you how horny it was to see you and Sarah like that.” She levered her body into position so she could look into my face as she spoke. “You and your grandmother ... Wow. Like I said, we’re going to have so much fun together.” Elaine stroked my smeared and shrivelled giblet. “Will you come and visit me for some one-on-one time, Robert? As well as fucking Sarah with me, will you come to my house sometimes?”

I nodded, thrilled that I could fuck Elaine whenever we both felt like it. And I got the impression that she felt like it often. “I’ll come and see you too,” I replied. “But I still want to sleep with gran.”

“Oh, yes, sure,” Elaine said. “And we can do threesomes a well, yes?” Then I saw her expression shift. Elaine’s eyes sparkled with devilment and the corners of her mouth twitched. “You should try it on with your mother too, Robert,” she murmured. “Just imagine doing this with your mum and your gran ... and me of course.”

And despite me having come three times already, my cock actually twitched when that idea ballooned in my head.

END.

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All right, so there's Part 2. I wrote this scene in 2012 and I write slightly different these days. Still, errors and adverbs notwithstanding, I hope you enjoyed the scene.

If you haven;t read it, Part 1 is here: https://xhamster.com/stories/grannys-dirty-photographs-1014366

Thanks for reading. Feedback is appreciated.

Ricky - Cambs, England - 10th of August 2019.