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It might have been a scenario I conjured up on my way to the bathroom for my first hand crank of the day but would certainly have made a quick retreat had I known my mother's mother was topless the other side of the open airing cupboard door. Had often pulled off looking at a picture of her I removed from Grandpa's collection I had found in the loft but, 'wow' this was for real.

The door closed. "Oh!' exclaimed Gran standing there holding a bra in one hand and the door handle in the other. Neither of us moved. For me no problem; the expectant half hard waiting for my hand was tucked well into my briefs.

Tits that were full and did not hang as much as you would expect breasts that size on a woman her age kick started my erection like jump leads attached to my balls. The circles and nipples that normally did their best to make themselves known through her blouses and jumpers were as good as advertised. Always showing a fair amount of cleavage she often had me imagining a hand down the front of her dress feeling a big soft tit.

In an ideal world this was a scenario I would have wished with one or two of my mate's mums. I'd be coming onto her strong, telling her how good she looked instead of standing there like a dumb idiot.

'Oh,' Gran said again. Although her eyes did not settle on any part of me for more than a few seconds I saw them take in the roll my burgeoning cock made; she could hardly have been unaware of my open mouthed stare at her chest.

Of course Gran knew of my obsession; I'm a tit man. I stood there transfixed, they were amazing. I always thought her attractive, always liked wholesome, and she is, but never in a month of Sundays have guessed she had a chest to die for.

She had often caught me looking, which was why she now brought her shoulders back to lift the breasts she was proud of, to pause while I studied them, to lick her lips after a quick look at the roll in my briefs and to say, 'Good morning,' as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be half naked with her half dressed grandson. I went into the bathroom and stood at the sink. Sometimes you can have a wank that is more effort than it is worth and sometimes they are so memorable you're soon into another.

After a shower I sat in the drying chair, balls on the cold woodwork, teasing myself to make it last, stroking a rock hard cock thinking about those tits, wondered at the chuff outlined atop those chunky thighs. Wishing I had the picture of her lying naked in the hammock I had that memorable wank that suddenly had me standing at the sink pointing Percy at the porcelain.

Ten minutes later, doing a reccy to make sure she was not around, I walked back to my room proudly waving a pole in front of me slowly tossing watching her out in her garden until I spread cum on the windowsill; two for my beautiful grandmother in twenty minutes.

* * *

'Good morning, again, my lovely boy. Breakfast?' no sign of the embarrassment of our earlier meeting. Calling me her 'lovely boy' was her favourite expression. With her chatting so casually I felt slightly ashamed; would she still be thinking of me as her lovely boy if she knew I had been standing with my cock in my hand looking at her bent over her roses, studying the outline of her bum, imagining lifting her dress over it before I closed my eyes.

'I'm so used to wandering around half dressed I forgot I had a guest,' she said, turning to reach up for mugs, the backs of her shapely legs showing smooth and firm, 'sorry you found me standing there like that,' leaning over the table to pass me coffee to watch my gaze work its way up from her low cut dress until it reached her eyes and me blush. She did not appear to be as sorry as a grandmother should have. Any shame I felt went feeling my cock stir.

'You can stand there like that before I go into the bathroom whenever you like,' I replied, not expecting her to recognize the double entende. She shook her head, a look of wonder settled on her face. Her eyes sliding from mine to my chin, to where my body disappeared below the table, and back to my mouth.

'Did you?' raised her eyebrows, 'is that why you were in there so long? Were you...,' her face bloomed into a smile, 'imagining I was...,' her eyes lost focus for a second or two, imagination doing overtime, 'I was....?'

'Standing next to me like you were outside,' I interrupted finishing the sentence for her, 'like that, half dressed.' Gran watched me closely when I said half dressed.

'Just....half dressed?' she asked, raised eyebrows.

I looked into her eyes, 'probably doing a little more.'

A throaty, 'couldn't be much more than I was earlier.....oh,' it dawned on her what 'doing a little more' meant, where seeing her like that might have taken my imagination, turning to the toaster to cover her blushes, 'sorry,' she giggled, 'too inquisitive.'

* * *

During breakfast we made the usual small talk; all the time trying not to look at each other in that deliberate way people do who are itching to move the conversation in another direction, subtly, without being caught. We did the washing up in pensive silence; it was so bloody obvious what we both wanted to talk about yet knew the subject was forbidden.

'Same time tomorrow, then?' I asked, hanging up the tea towel, nodding towards the hall.

Gran frowned, 'same time tomorrow?'

Then her face suddenly looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Had someone seen into her dark corners; seen her secret thoughts? The ones she was going to have tonight lying alone on her bed? Had she said something to imply....what? Then her expression cleared, she'd been to the fair, on rides that scared her but created an excitement that made her want to be frightened again. Her face lit up, 'Oh, yes. I see. Okay.'

'And that will be?' I asked.

The look that crossed her lovely face I shall always remember; looking straight at me, her pupils dilated, 'Normally I get up about seven,' she replied.

* * *

We carried on our day in the usual way. Usual except for the fact Gran, during the course of the morning, appeared to encourage my obsession with her tits by not wearing a bra. I tried to think back, to remember if it was something she normally did. Was wearing the cotton blouse that showed her nipples off so beautifully something she had done before? So obsessed with the promise of the next mornings tryst I could imagine anything. Then the incident with the garden hose told me it was deliberate. There was a scream from the greenhouse.

I rushed in to find her struggling to reconnect a hosepipe that had parted. Gran waited for me to turn off the water. No embarrassment; her top soaking wet, nipples announcing themselves with a vengeance; diaphanous cotton stuck to breasts. Whatever else was planned that was not.

I got a good look at tits cradled in folded arms when she made to walk by me giving the opportunity of another look at a wobbling cleavage when she shivered, 'Brrrrr!' That was deliberate. Reappearing in a sun dress that did nothing to dispel the fact she was not ashamed off her body and was comfortable in her own skin.

I shut the door to the bathroom and recalled Gran with her wet top; imagined her letting me help her change into a dry one and give me another good look at her chest. Another good wank followed. I love tits.

A few minutes after seven, the next day, the unbelievable happened.

* * *

Nothing more was said about the greenhouse incident or our promised arrangement. No innuendo, we got on with the rest of our day. Gran was her usual happy, beautiful self; very touchy feely. Was my cock affecting my judgment or were the touches more frequent, the feely feelier, the braless body deliberately closer, more lingering?

I got on with the jobs I was there to do while Mum spent three nights at the Hospice where she regularly took Granpa to have treatment.

Apart from the occasional, 'Stop looking, you're making me shy,' whenever she caught me glancing at her swaying chest, and the continuous half hard, the day was just the same as all the others spent at my grandparents. With all the complaining at my looking she continued bra-less which, although it got me hoping, I was not seriously expecting anything to happen.

Nevertheless I was awake early enough to be sitting on the end of the bed, door open looking down the hall, waiting. By the time she appeared I had quite a hard on having thought through several scenarios; all of which ended with me at the bathroom sink staring at the picture of her propped against a tap I had hidden in there the previous night.

On the stroke of seven her door opened, there she stood, panties no bra.

Like a flash I was on my feet; never once thinking how peculiar it must look, either end of a hall, one just in panties with bobbling tits, the other just in his briefs showing an excited bulge. We met half way.

Aware she knew she was in this to heighten a jerk off it was only the fact who it was that actually stopped me getting my raging cock out and showing her what effect the whole thing was having on me.

Dragging her eyes away from my roll up that was nearly peeking from the top of my briefs her flushed face looked up at me, asked, 'and isn't this where I hide behind the door?' Her amazing chest heaving slightly, nipples bigger and softer looking than when they were wet, her neck red with the excitement the rest of her body must have felt she nodded towards the bathroom, 'and then you go in there to......'

'Isn't this where I say "Good morning, Gran" I interrupted, 'and cuddle you?'

The space between us closed in an instant. Her head was on my shoulder; an arm around my waist. I reached for her and deliberately touched her breast in passing. We both looked down at my open fingers paused in mid air - the slightest movement from either and her tit would be in my hand. With an almost inaudible sigh Gran put an arm around my neck to pull me closer and bingo! - I had a handful.

Gran stayed perfectly still while I squeezed and felt the warmth of her. At the same time being amazed at what we were doing I was thrilled by the feel of her heavy breast; felt her twist to consciously press her other under my ribcage. They felt warm and soft and surrounded me.

Her fantastic body scent wafting up was driving my cock ballistic; I had the overbearing need to have her touch it. Something flipped in my head. This was when my hand released her tit and thumbed the front of my briefs down to release my cock.

'Oh', Gran said, feeling the movement, parting to get a look, 'my lovely boy, he's beautiful.'

No hesitation she lowered my briefs further down my thighs; long fingers cradled my balls, 'and so full.' She squeezed and fondled for a few seconds before wrapping her other hand around my shaft, 'are you going in there now,' nodding towards the bathroom before looking up into my eyes, 'or staying to let me do it for you?' I watched four fingers and a thumb push my foreskin down my stiff cock to further expose an engorged helmet leaking precum. No contest.

Without waiting for an answer Gran rested her forehead against my chest so she could see one hand slowly masturbating while the other rolled my balls around in her long fingers. The sensation was amazing.

The way her head was slowly sliding down my body I guessed her next move was dropping her mouth over my knob end; I let the thought of a warm mouth wash over me while I waited.

A few moments of gently massaging each other I had the urge to kiss her. Gran felt my body tense as I leant to get my mouth on her shoulder; second guessed wrong, looked up at me, 'Let me know when,' she breathed.

'When?' I asked stupidly.

'When you're about to.....you want to, don't you?' looking deep into my eyes, 'for me?'

'Want to?' I asked just as stupidly.

'Make it come, darling boy. You want me to make it to come, don't you?'

To add to the amazing moment hearing my church going grandmother say "come" she went straight into seriously tossing me off.

Watching the foreskin being pulled up until it reached the helmet and down again until it appeared through her fist tight and shiny I thought I heard her whispering, 'Oh, my goodness he is so ready for it.' I wanted this to last longer. Wanted a scenario fulfilled where I was sucking a nipple when my balls kicked off.

'Let's go somewhere more comfortable,' I suggested, now holding a heavy breast in each hand, 'so I can kiss these.'

Gran brought her face nearer to mine to say something; tasting the sweet breath escaping her open lips I thought she was asking me to kiss her. Shaking her head when my mouth closed on hers looked down at breasts cradled in my hands, at the knob peaking through her fist. With the slightest nod she turned toward her bedroom, one step then she stopped.

'Oh,' I said, 'stay here if you prefer,' trying to hide my disappointment at her change of mind and trying to rethink how I could get her hands back to work.

'It's okay, don't worry.' She smiled, her chest heaved at the sight of her grandson standing with pants around his knees. As she went by she pecked my cheek then paused to saucily touch my erection, 'I'm still going to do it, but, if all goes well,' giving a girlish giggle, 'it should get a bit messy.'

Grabbing a towel from the cupboard she made for the bedroom; bending to recover my briefs her wholesome round bum cheeks, moving saucily under the silk panties, passed close enough to kiss. At that moment it looked the perfect size but what I really wanted was the uncovered version.

On top of the duvet, never once taking her eyes off my solid erection, she laid licking her lips while I struggled to step out of my briefs without falling over. Ignoring the fact her tits were no longer impressive globes I paused to get a good look at her, she held her hand out, 'Darling, boy, it is so lovely you doing this for your Stella.'

I wasn't doing anything for my Stella, she was doing it for me; was she expecting more? I quickly got beside her waiting to see which of us should take the lead. It was Gran. Immediately reaching for my cock she paused to watch her thumb wipe precum away then began a nice gentle, no hurry, kind of stroking.

Occasionally looking up at me her eyes told of the wonderment of whose cock she was kind of stroking. The slowness told of reverence that said 'make it last for as long as you can, girl, because he'll come and it will be all over' kind of stroking.

Tossing off had so often included her I had always known she was capable of this; always.

I tried to kiss her but she only allowed pecks. No mouth to mouth developing kind of stuff that takes a female mind off what your hands are doing. But her nipples, ah, those nipples they tasted so sweet. Not the little hard ones I was used to on tits so small you got the whole lot in your mouth but so large you could roll them in your lips, hold them in your teeth, suck them, and run your tongue across them all at the same time.

Once I had gathered her tits up and started on both of them she could no longer see 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 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 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 arrow, pointing. She held an inviting arm out welcoming me 'back on'. I climbed over, lay my cock in the valley; it found its own way back in.

Gran gave off a 'hurggah!' when I slipped into her followed by lots of oooo's and aar's and her hips twitching when I worked up a rhythm. Her calling 'Oh, my dear, yes,'' several times and, 'oh, my lovely boy,' during the twenty minutes I rolled around on top of her. To my surprise and delight we worked together as one, I lost myself in her; doing my best to hang on for as long as I could I was okay until she dragged my head round and started kissing around my face like she had when I was a c***d. The image of us naked, me at ten laying on her flashed across my mind then her lips claimed mine.

Her generous mouth swamped mine. When we broke a kiss to breath I went back for more. Then she gave me her tongue. I thought the next time she kisses me under the mistletoe will she use her tongue? Will I be able to feel these tits rolling against my chest again? Her cunt tightened; she was moaning into my mouth when my balls exploded.

'Oh...my God....David...mmmmah.....mmmmah,' her hips thrusting up at me until her body, taught like a bow held me off the bed, reached its zenith; then with several violent shudders relaxed but kept moving under me, whispering how I felt inside her, how wonderful to show my love for her like this, until I was sated and finished poking her.

We lay panting; a pool of sweat in the small of my back. The only movement was her hands rubbing over my body, her soothing voice asking, 'there, that was nice, wasn't it?' as if she had put a plaster on a grazed knee.

I was too breathless to answer; there was no more, I was spent. The tank was empty. I did not want to go limp inside her, separating was going to be slightly embarrassing. What do you say when you are lying on your grandmother, your leaking cock inside her? 'That was nice, see you around sometime.' But she, God bless her, realised.

'Well, I brought the towel for you,' her comforting arms folded loosely around me, 'never in my wildest dreams thought I'd need it for me,' reaching for it asked, 'can I put it down there as soon as you leave me?' pushing it down between us.

Her legs swung off the bed a soon as I rolled off. With the towel between her legs said, 'don't look,' and made her way to the bathroom. I looked.

* * *

She told me later...

'I tried not to let the tumult in my breast show in my face. Half of me was appalled at what we had done. Shedding respect built up over years. But the other half felt quite differently about it. Behaving like a nymphomaniac again was a pleasure beyond belief. Whenever you were near the adrenalin startled and alarmed me. I didn't want to spend my life with you, I wasn't a teenager, didn't want your babies or anything silly like that but your recent morphing into adult hood had me wanting to rip my clothes off and walk around naked with you.

'Sideways glances at your face told me nothing of what you were thinking. Were you patronizing me? Or like the last time I'd had someone younger, was I just an easy lay? Whenever we were near each other, made eye contact I wanted to tell you I did not care what made you want me, I wanted to tell you how good it had been for me and whatever reason you had for bedding me made no difference so please do it again if you needed to.

'Was it a fit young man giving me something I had not had for a long while or the need for some one to keep away the dying sex drive that had kept hopes alive? I did not know how long it could last, bound to be short lived, so enjoy. Too often a woman has to choose between getting food for the family or taking her man to bed; it's an idiot who chooses food. You can reheat lasagna but desire has a shelf life. Never reject an opportunity that will never come again.

* * *

The number of times you look at the screen and say, 'Christ, look at the arse on that.' And solid thighs that meet at the top; just like Gran's. Every time I saw her body moving inside her dress I fantasised at seeing her big hips and solid thighs naked again. Then, after I had spent a few minutes eyeing her up knowing that underneath the tight denim jeans there was tight smooth skin and bum cheeks that moved separately I'd recall the sight of her bare backside leaving the bedroom with the towel trailing between her legs, and thinking to myself, 'I've just fucked that and it was good'.

Not only was it i****t the age difference meant that this should have been the end of it, when we untangled arms and legs and self consciously parted I thought it would be. She was a randy cow. I was a horny sod who hoped she would let me experience sliding her another length before the weekend was over, while the need was there and then, maybe, that would be it.

* * *

Sitting down for a late breakfast I gave her the opportunity to talk. I knew by the way she started a sentence but did not know how to continue Gran thought the subject too confusing or too large. All she had said was, 'Flakes or toast, my love?' In case the problem was repenting and having to say grandmothers should not be doing that with grandsons I helped her out.

Expecting a 'Yes, and we should not have done it' I tried to catch her eye, 'that was a surprise, Gran.'

'A surprise for me too; it happened so quickly I felt you had planned it.' No remorse.

'Gran,' searching for my best chat up line, 'yesterday was a pure accident, but if I could have planned it it would have. I saw you standing there, one look and I thought whow! Wouldn't I ...' I paused.

'Say it. You thought it, say it; I don't mind.'

'What?'

'You knew what you were going to the bathroom for and thought "like to give her one instead" didn't you?' I nodded.

'I don't mind? Because you did and it was good.'

'I thought seduce,' I lied, then continued my embarrassed pause.

She looked at me for a while, 'No you didn't, not the way you dropped your pants for me to see you were ready for more if I was.'

'It was not like that.'

'It was feral, darling.'

'Was it that obvious?'

And as if she was on 'Who wants to be a millionaire' gave me three options. Sitting across the table took my hands in hers, along pause while she arranged her thoughts.

'If you had just said that you fancy me it would have made my day. If you had simply asked if you could bed me I'd have might probably given it a great deal of thought. If you'd have given me no choice and dragged me through to the bedroom it would have been fun making you work for it. The way it happened so naturally you have not only made my day you have made my month; my year.'

Her grip tightened until we were eye to eye, 'My lovely boy, doing it the way we did has, to quote a cliché, made this old lady very happy. Unbelievably happy.'

'You are not old.'

'I'm pushing fifty three.'

I had experienced a mature woman before, neighbour Jean had been a revelation, so knew what I was saying, knew what to say, 'And very sexy. You talking like this is pushing me to want you again.'

'Talking like what?'

'Saying you enjoyed it.'

'Of course I enjoyed it. Couldn't you tell? I don't jump around and scream any more, but I enjoyed it. Your engine certainly brought the whole train into my station.'

'Whole train?' I queried.

'My lovely boy, it was very satisfying. Okay?'

Every time I set eyes on her, after that discussion, I wondered if we would be doing it again; I wanted her tits again, wanted handfuls of her tantalizingly soft hips. I felt stirrings that I knew should not be there but the forbidden and the pleasure of being so close to this lovely woman made it all the more desirable.

* * *

Lunch was almost ready; Gran was at the worktop, her solid frame obvious through her cotton dress. She may be knocking on with hips the size of a barn door but unlike Mum she did not have that roll of fat around her middle, standing or sitting; what you saw was what you got. A mature woman surrounded by the comfortable things a lifetime takes to gather that she was not going to waste by being too lazy to workout. A respected member of the local community, a churchgoer who doesn't covet her neighbours ox nor his ass, but her daughter's son who had eight inches, now that was different, for the short time he was likely to raise it for her it was something to covet.

My Gran wasn't the tightest shag in the world. It wasn't until I heard her oo's and yes's did the sides come in and meet me. But the way her body seemed to concentrate around the base of my cock, sucking at my balls, her warm body moving under me, a hand in my hair and one pulling on my arse had me driving in to experience the heat and the need. Wasn't it a grandsons' duty to satisfy such a need?

From soon after learning the delights my hand could bring wondering what my grandmother's tits would look like naked had been one of my fantasies. Not only had I seen them I now knew what they were like to play with and lay on. And along with those healthy thighs I wasn't disappointed. It was good. And the eroticism of having my cock in one of the many women I had tossed off to makes me want her again.

The way her body consumed me, the way her tits supported my chest as I rolled around on her. The way her hands travelled over my body in a sort of homage; the way I lost myself in her amazing body odour I could feel my sap rising as I watched her move around the kitchen. My thoughts like tendrils of ivy creeping along the mint coloured carpet in her hallway into her bedroom wanting her to lay nude under a sheet waiting for me.

* * *

I knew we had gone through a one way door; what had happened spun round and round in my mind. The indelible image of a mature woman reaching for the orgasm she was unsure would come stands clear in my mind. Her head turned away pressed back in the pillow, lips drawn over clenched teeth showing the tension of her need.

Her body arched off the bed with the primal need to copulate. Then the look of astonishment when it hit her and the sudden switch to offering up her hips for the plunging cock to siphon up the male orgasm she knew had been waiting in the wings. It was reproduction in the raw.

With her face in my neck she was talking to me, calling, demanding, and pleading.

Then I was talking to her, calling, apologizing, thrusting, and reaching for my own peak.

* * *

What did I say? What did I say to persuade her to allow me to continue with my athletics? Could I use those words again? I could not remember what I had said that had her responding, saying "yes, darling, of course you can" long after we had satisfied each other the first time.

'Pardon?' asked Gran, 'did you say something?'

'Err, no.'

'I thought you said "darling, of course, you can?"'

'Err, yes. How long will food be?'

'Who were you talking to?' getting no reply added, 'about ten minutes,' she said over her shoulder.

Taking one last look I went to the bathroom and stood against the sink, got my cock out and began to handle it but it wasn't there, it eventually got up but with fantasies fulfilled things were different.

'Oh, that was quick.' Gran said with a knowing grin when I reappeared.

'What was?'

'I saw the look on your face, heard you lock the door and thought you had gone for a...to, erm...' sheepishly, 'you know, me half naked in the hall, and that.'

I looked across the table at her, she stared back at me, 'and that has changed now,' I said, Gran hadn't taken her eyes off me, and 'why are you so easy with that sort of thing?' I asked.

'We all do it,' she replied, now blushing a little, 'have to,' she paused to consider what she was about to say, 'young men need to more than us.'

'Well, I intended to,' I admitted, 'but things are different now after...,' nodding towards the hallway, 'you know, out there this morning...thought perhaps I might, you know, sleep in your bed tonight...if that's okay.'

'You can't want...,' her tongue was licking her bottom lip, 'I can't expect you....because we've done it once...you don't have to prove anything,' I knew the sign of her struggling against saying, 'You can't want me, someone so old,' and 'I can't expect you to do it because you think you ought to or something.'

She stared across the table at me, took the hand I held out and held onto it a while. The air seemed to be sucked out of the room. Waiting on her decision, we were both finding it hard to breathe. A long sigh; a deep blush, I saw the rise and fall of her chest telegraphing her imagined thoughts.

'The thought of his hard athletic body maneuvering onto me; a cock as thick as a sledge hammer handle; that little puff he gives when giving me the little thrust after driving in that turns my legs to jelly at the thought.'

A mixture of surprise and love in her eyes at repeating our collusion and trying not to collide with the corner of the table walked round it to join me. This elegant, wholesome, woman wordlessly agreeing to shag moved into my arms, tipped her head to allow me to kiss her nose; she opened her mouth to ask, 'Because we did it once doesn't mean I expect you....' unable to believe a man as young as this wanted her again.

Gran got as far as, 'because we....Err...' every word after that I swallowed.

Followed by five minutes of hands and tits, of clenched bums and thrusting hips; five amazing minutes that two such people should want to do that in the middle of her kitchen before I found the right moment to break away and direct her ahead of me out of the door. I pushed on her shoulder at the attempt to turn half way along the hall. Pausing in the doorway to her room she gave a little shudder, leaning her five foot eight into my six feet one looked up into my eyes, 'are you sure, darling?' making it evident she was asking me to clear her conscience; telling me to dominate her.

'Absolutely. See if we can get the train to leave the station together.' Eyes closed for a second, a slight nod and moved into the room. 'Just like trains,' she said, standing by her bed, grinned that mischievous, girlish grin, 'nothing for five years then two come along together.' No question it was a fuck then.

'Yes, us two,' I pressed up against her. We spent another five minutes while I felt around her body, undid buttons to release her tits for a good massage. I liked to think it was in the excitement of me riding her again that with no sense of embarrassment at being seen did not close the curtains or the window simply stepped out of her clothes. Gran was down to her panties and on the duvet sucking her fingers before I had time to think what to do next, she watched me approach.

Sitting on the bed I ran hands over her body, corralled a breast, sucked a nipple, 'you like doing that for me, don't you?' she asked.

'Yes, ' I said, standing, 'I like doing this better for you,' and took my jeans off.

Watching me thumb my briefs down I read her expression when my stiff cock flicked upright. You could see her thinking, 'Christ, a s*******n year old is going to give me that again,' a hand rubbing just above her mound.

'They're brilliant,' I murmured, climbing back onto the bed and diving to suck a nipple at the same time my hand joining hers on her muff. I wanted to play with her clit and get her there before I got on board. I wanted her to be dragging me onto her, wanting an orgasm so badly she'd do anything, not simply lay there letting her grandson have his way.
Having trouble with panties over her hips, she offered, 'here, let me.' Also impatient in her desire to repeat something she thought would never happen again.

My face surrounded by soft tits I remembered the picture from this morning, of thighs flattening to the bed in anticipation. I too became impatient; I needed to get my cock into her quickly before I lost the ability to control when I come. I put a hand down to run fingers in and around her fanny lips until I had her quietly moaning.

Her hips rolling faster than my probing finger I knew it was time to get between her big thighs which coincided with her quiet, 'now, please, darling boy, I need you.' Her head was pressed back into the pillow, her mouth open, out came the guttural groan of expectation when she felt me climb between her thighs.

With her rolling her hips to meet me my cock I pressed my knob under the triangle of curly hair. Gran looked down at her fingertips pushing on my helmet, her folds parted, my knob began to disappear. With her watching it one, two, and three I slid into her. It seemed to go on forever.

Arms wrapped around me, heels rubbing up and down my calves, Gran held me tight. 'Stay still,' she commanded, clawing at my ribcage to get me to lay my weight on her, 'I've never felt it like this before. Never had one like yours, oh, yours, mmmmah, I think I can get there without you moving.' My Gran was telling me she could come again, God that turned me on, I started to fuck.

'No, darling, keep still. I want it to happen like this.' I felt her hot channel tighten, her cunt muscles working my cock. I felt her hips twitching. I lifted up to look down into her eyes; I knew she was coming.

'Don't look at me,' she whined.

'You're nearly there, aren't you, Stella?'

Biting her bottom lip she nodded - the question freed her to moan, 'mmm, yes,' and continued moaning, 'Hunnah, hunnah, hunnah, nearly there. Oh, my lovely boy, nearly there.' Her body rolling under me, her big backside lifting off the bed, 'nearly there, yes, nearly there.' Kissed me passionately, 'I'm coming, David, I'm coming!'

A long pause, her body arched off the bed, 'Jesus Christ Almighty, this should not be happening. Aaaarrrggggahhh.'

Recovering from the storm she laid, legs splayed out, gripping handfuls of my bum cheeks while I gently shafted until I quickened my pace.

'I can feel it,' her channel tightened around my cock, 'come on, baby, I can feel it, all of it. Come on, baby. Oh, my dear God, yes,' Gran called, her hips thrashing under me when she felt me dropping my load, 'God, I love this. I love you.'

I poked her for a few minutes before we parted, well, not so much parted as, with her making snuffling sounds, I slowly drew out to lie in her arms like I used to when she comforted me; the difference being this time it was not my wet tears on her shoulder but a wet cock lying on her thigh. It was warm, comfortable and with my cock still leaking, sexy.

Fifteen minutes later, 'Oh!' surprise in her voice when I put my stiff cock in her hand, 'again? So soon? Won't I be too squidgy?' she asked, but quickly rearranged herself to make room for me to roll on between her open thighs.

Gran held my erection, looked into my eyes, 'darling, you realise this is the most I can ever give you,' used fingertips to guide my helmet in her slit then down to her waiting hole; gave guttural moans at my three attempts to get eight inches to slide into her hot body.

'Oh, my dear God,' she crooned pulling my full weight on her. It was not squidgy, 'Stella, that's fantastic,' it was still hot in there but now sort of rasping as I slid in and out. The second time was better, softer, slower, calmer, having learned what made her squirm I had her big hips twitching at will.

I wallowed in her chest floating between us. I wallowed in her kisses around my face. I wallowed in her saying, 'Oh, lovely boy, I shouldn't be enjoying this,' my hands under bum when I needed her fanny lips closer, hands gripping onto her shoulders when I felt like banging her.

'Oh, darling boy, this is wonderful,' she whispered in my ear.

'You are wonderful,' I told her, my head bent to suck a hard nipple she began to roll her big bum on the bed, suddenly, from nowhere, 'Gran, I'm coming.'

'You can't be,' she cried disappointed, 'oh, you can't be, I'm no where near.'

Straining to join me her body arched off the bed, her mouth open almost soundless, she followed two minutes later.

* * *

Cuddled in spoons we dozed for a couple of hours. I woke with her head resting on my arm, my other hand on her hip; I rubbed down her thigh. In her sleep Gran murmured something and rolled a little towards me.

My girlfriend called the wisps of hair her patch, Gran really had one, as big as my hand, tight soft curls right into the tops of her legs. Gran murmured again when I felt in them. Fingertips rubbing in her groin raised another sleepy moan; I felt in her slit, her thighs parting slightly. Gran's deep sigh when I climbed over her was accompanied by her spreading her thighs told me to keep going. I pushed; nothing; offered her my cock, 'oh, my darling, I love you,' crooned her hand guiding me to her damp warmth.

Her bum began to roll, her knees drifted higher, lily white thighs now flat to the bed showed orange in the fading sunlight. 'Oooo, yes, my darling, make love to....' I was in; her eyes flashed open.

'David, it's you. Thought I was having a dream, a wonderful dream. And it is a wonderful dream, so wonderful. Hunnah! Hunnah! Hunnah!' She must have been along way into her dream, almost immediately she held her hips up at me, 'Oh, my dear God. Aaaaaarrrrrrggghhhh!'

The excitement of her coming so quickly, her tensed up body wrapped around me made me want to drive right through her. I kept banging into her, I nailed her to the bed, nailed her to the headboard, nailed her to the mattress, I lifted her arse up and drove my cock at her until I could hang on no longer.

And she shouted when she felt my body stiffen. The pauses between my thrusts getting longer; my back arched I drove as far up her as possible.

'Oh, David, David, I'm coming again. Oh, fuck meeeeeee!' she shouted, loud enough for the neighbours to hear. Heedless of the noise we were making I called a loud reply, 'Oh, Stella, yes!' pumping at the gyrating body under me until my balls were empty. Like two insects in a brawl, our bodies' locked together; arms and legs moving independently then moving as one we kept grinding out a rhythm and voicing our passion for each other.

Gran, continuing to roll her big backside on the bed, held my head away to look into my eyes, 'Oh, you can't know how that feels,' she sighed giving me an ungrandmotherly long devouring kiss. Kissing round my face wrapped arms and legs around me, then, with little moans of contentment pulled my face into her neck. We moved together no longer shagging, we were making love.

'David, I've never wanted to do this so much before; never wanted someone to do it to me so much before. It feels so natural doing it with you. Don't ever stop.'

We didn't. Bathed in sweat we kept making love. Gran murmured, 'Oh, baby, I love you,' several times. Thinking of what a shag she must have been when younger, I kept going.

I had never actually slept with another person before. It was usually a case of a quick nap between giving it one. It was too hot to sleep with someone else in the bed but I did not think I could just up and leave for the other room. When Gran slipped on her dressing gown and made for the kitchen I stretched out and thinking how good it was lying on her and how interested her body got when something was about to happen I slept like a baby.

* * *

Later we went shopping. As soon as we were home and through the door, about to tell her what a great weekend I'd had, I put my arms around her, Gran, misinterpreting, looked at her watch and shook her head. We made tea and went through to the lounge to sit on the sofa reminiscing of how it made her feel and knowing it would not have lasted what a pity we were who we were before the crunch of tyres on the drive had us quickly separating.

Although we were doing no more than we had been seen doing a thousand times the embarrassment of nearly getting caught caused a frantic rush to get as far apart as possible and had us giggling like teenagers all over again. Neither of us was embarrassed about what had happened and how it did not continue but we talked a lot. About her, about me; about what drove us do what we did. Sometimes the conversation got saucier than one would expect between close relatives but that was more out of devilment on her part than suggestiveness on mine.

Discovering someone's skin for the first time always gives you a fission. It's a fission that can never be repeated. The first time the power is phenomenal; the drip, drip, drip of need overcoming the simplest of common sense. The intoxication of being naked with someone new is a d**g, showing your desire with more than words.

* * *

I overheard Dad talking to a mate about mother--in-laws telling him the joke about 'never look down when you are on a high wire or your mother-in-law is giving you a blow job' and wondered if he had been there; why not? Why should our family be any different? Who cares? A smile starts when she looks at me, eyelids hood then open wide and a smile spreads across her lovely face and my heart flips.

My mother's mother will eventually grow old, Christ she's only fifty and a bit now, but, one day I shall be helping her into the car or holding out a hand to get her out of a chair, we will make eye contact and we will know, have such a bond, what a wonderful moments they will be.