In between breathing in the seductive fragrance that emanated from my grandmother and feasting my eyes on her enticing big breasts that shot out from her silky night robe, I felt my dick suddenly rising, and I thought I might cum off in my pants right there on the spot so I took a deep breath to calm myself down as I forced myself to look down and grab my toiletry bag out of my suitcase and begin walking to the bathroom in a fast pace. "Don't take too long, dear. We don't have enough time before your cousin's wedding." I watched on the faucet and turned the shower to as COLD as I could get it before stepping in. My teeth were chattering like a madman's own but I did not care, at least it forced the blood from my hardened dick to race back to my internal organs in order to keep me alive. Finishing,I wrapped a towel tightly around my waist and picked up my clothes before knocking loudly on the door of the bathroom from my end. "Grandma, I'm done now. Is it okay for me to come out?" I
"Thank you, but this is one of my favorite songs, I'd dance to it with my date for today which is my grandson," I heard my grandma say to turn down the man in front of her as she took my hand and pulled me out of my seat and led me onto the dance floor.I opened my arms for her and she stepped forward, moving in close as we started to dance. Once again, I felt my dick flickering to life as her closeness drifted into my senses. I felt so alive. "You're a good dancer, Jake," she whispered into my ear as she moved even closer. Her arms went around my neck as she looked up into my eyes, the blue and charming eyes of hers meeting mine. "You look so handsome in your new suit too. I've seen the way some of the young girls here have been looking at you. You don't mind dancing with your old grandma, do you?" "Not at all, Grandma." I shyly told her. "You are a sweet one son?" she replied as she gave me another one of those mischievous smiles, "I will stay and dance with you . There's no one e
She suppressed the moan that came out of her as I felt her go rigid as she began to come. I could feel her stomach and the insides of her thighs quivering as she climaxed on my fingers, at the same time, the muscles inside her molten-like clit gripped my fingers tightly. I felt a spray of warm juices against my hand as I rubbed my fingertips slower, but firmly, over the oily tissues high up inside her. She came for a long time, breathing raggedly but doing her best to remain composed as she sat there at the table, in the party and front of other people, with my fingers working so hard to bring her as much pleasure as they could. Finally, she quickly shot her hand beneath the table and gripped my hand, forcing me to stop. It was obvious from the look in her eyes that she'd enjoyed what had happened, but she was just too sensitive right now."Are you okay, Mom?" my mother said. "You look a little flushed.""Me? I'm okay my dear," my grandmother replied, waving her hand in front of her.
She let out a grateful whimper as I felt the first rope of come seep deep into her mouth. The sensations flowing through me were so intense that I thought my knees might give out. I pressed myself back against the wall and gripped my grandmother's head firmly as I totally unloaded, flooding her mouth with loads of cum and she just kept enthusiastically sucking, her lips driving up and down on my spewing cock as I kept ejaculating. She made that same swallowing sound a second time, and then a third. I had never come that much in my life and I felt myself trembling all over as I just kept shooting off. "Jake," Grandma said a minute or so later as she got to her feet and moved in against me, her pretty face turned up to mine. "You came so much. I loved it."She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me again, her mouth still wet and hot with traces of my cum. I didn't care, I kissed her back eagerly, never wanting to forget this moment, and thinking about what might come next."You're still
I settled in on my stomach between her legs, taking my time as I serviced her pussy with everything I had. I sent my tongue as deep into her as I could, spinning it in slow teasing circles that had her wide hips shifting restlessly. I licked slowly up to the top of her greasy slit, rolling my tongue over the protruding bud, amazed at how big and hot it was. I bathed it with my flowing saliva and she flexed her hips up against me, the two of us working together.The next time I sent my tongue deep inside her, I concentrated on pressing the tip against the soft folds of flesh on the roof of her vagina, just below her clit. She groaned out as she gripped my head tighter and kept me pressed against her, her steaming mound mashed against my face. With the tip of my tongue rubbing over her trigger, I reached up and rolled the tip of one finger over her clit, the sensitive bud feeling like it was on fire. I looked up and went near her and began kissing her lips. As she kept her eyes locked
I never enjoyed a shower as much as the one I shared with Grandma. Running my soapy hands over her body and huge tits had my cock stiffening up in no time. Her slick soapy hands had something to do with that too. She reluctantly pulled my hands away from her, telling me she'd make it worth my while if I remained patient. Was I ever glad I did.Freshly scrubbed and dried off, I returned to the bed and waited for her. I definitely wasn't disappointed when she came out of the bathroom, wearing one of the new outfits she said she'd picked out specifically for me.My jaw dropped as I simply stared at her, her shapely hourglass figure stunningly clad in a brilliant white satin corset, with delicate bits of lace embroidery over the shiny satin. The shapely garment followed the flowing curves of her magnificent body spectacularly. The bottom of the corset kissed her wide flared hips and then nipped in to caress her slender waist before broadening out at her voluminous breasts. The heavily-stru
THE LADY GOLFERHighly Rated Chapter 1Intro: This story is about a developing love affair between Michael, a young engineering manager, and Sandra, a middle-aged conveyancing clerk that he meets on the golf course.The great thing about my shift pattern was that for three weeks every month I was free during the weekdays. This meant I could play golf every day at my local club when most of my contemporaries were at work and the only people on the two eighteen-hole courses that my club boasts were the elderly and retired. Of course there were down sides to shift working too: it played havoc with my social life, such as it was, and the night shifts messed up my sleep cycle; I've never been good at sleeping during the day.My story starts at ten-thirty on a Tuesday morning in early April. The trees and hedges hadn't greened up much yet but there was a promise of renewal and re-growth in the air and the birds were going crazy and singing their heads off. I was standing at the first tee
THE LADY GOLFER Highly Rated Chapter 2I had another mild surprise when Sandra opened the door. She was wearing a close-fitting grey wool dress which hugged her curves nicely. Lower down, her black tights showcased her sculpted calves and slim ankles, accentuated by the two-inch heels she was wearing. In short her figure was as good as I had fantasised about and a warm feeling of possibility and pleasure ebbed through me.But it was further up that the most significant changes were apparent: she was wearing her hair loose, the first time I'd see it so. It cascaded down past her shoulders in an abundant red-brown wave. It wasn't classic red hair, more of a terracotta, but it was strikingly attractive. She was also wearing much more make-up than usual. Mostly she had a bit of lipstick on and that was it. Now I hardly recognised her. Her face was a darker shade than normal and she'd spent a bit of time on her eye shadow and mascara. Bright red lipstick and a string of pearls around her