FINDING GRANDMA

Author earlbrowder

My parents divorced when I was less than a year old. I guess it was a messy split; I never saw my biological dad nor any of his relatives. My mom remarried when I was three, and I grew up happily with my stepdad, hardly even aware that I had a whole other family. The summer after my second year in college, me and a couple of other buddies got a great opportunity to spend a couple of months in the Caribbean. My pal John's dad worked for a major cruise line, and the cruise line needed some extra porters at the last minute. Our plan was to work the three week cruise from New York through the islands, spend a couple of weeks in Bermuda, and then pick up a cruise trip back to New York.
A week or so later, John, Bob, and I boarded the S.S. Ariadne, a huge, new, beautiful, top-of-the-line cruise ship. The porter's job is basically to help load passengers and their luggage on board, make sure they had everything they needed, and generally keep everyone supplied with everything from pillows to aspirin to champagne. The three of us shared a cabin on the lower decks. We worked 12 hour shifts, laid off for 12 hours, and got a two day break every four days.
For the first three days, after loading the passengers, we were so busy we busy we barely saw each other. Most of the passengers were older folks, over 40 and most in their fifties. They were generally pretty nice, but also very demanding. One old broad actually asked me to take her girdles and hose out for washing every morning. Passengers were supposed to tip us as they left the ship. Believe me, I was expecting some big tips.
There were few women under 40 on board, so John and Bob were angling to bed down a couple of the maids. They were mostly Hispanic, ranging in age from 18 to 65. Some of them were cute. Every night at mess, the three of us would sit down with a different group of maids and pitch our lines. Bob actually hooked up with a cute Honduran girl, in her mid-twenties with a killer smile and a nice, thick booty. John was less lucky. He even started to hit on some of the older maids. Me, I was happy to flirt a little here and there, keep in touch with my girlfriend by phone, and draw up plans for our first extended debarkation in Puerto Rico.
Four or five days into the cruise, the head porter shifted me to a different deck. No big deal. But I started to notice this older passenger. She was probably in her late forties or early fifties with thick wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, full lips, and a really, really fine, curvy body - - nice big tits and a swelling, full ass. I'd see her in the morning and smile, ask what she needed, and make a little conversation. Throughout the day we'd bump into each other and smile, make a little small talk. The official company policy was not to mess with the passengers, so I kept everything very low key. I must admit however, maybe it was being a week at sea, her ripe body really started turning me on. And her big toothy smile in the morning warmed me up some. I think she was a little interested too because she was really happy to see me in the mornings, and she lit up like a candle when we bumped into each other during the afternoon.
She was traveling with some girlfriends, but staying in a single cabin. Each day she and her two or three girlfriends would eat breakfast, sun on the deck, play some shuffleboard, aerobicize, play cards, exercise some more, and then settle down for dinner. After dinner, the cruise usually ran some kind of show or music or dancing, sometimes even a current movie. There was plenty to do, and the passengers kept busy.
The middle of the second week or so, I finished my shift around 9, took dinner in the mess, and then wandered onto deck for some fresh air. I was standing there, leaning over the rail watching the ocean ripple away beneath me when I heard a giggle behind me. I thought it was one of the maids, so I turned around intending to tell her to buzz off. Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was my sexy passenger, dressed in a short, tight, sleeveless dress. Her full body was all curves and smooth tan skin. I smiled and said hello.
"Hi there," she said. It sounded like she'd done a little drinking. "What you looking at?"
"Come on over here and find out," I told her with a sweep of my hand.
She giggled again and pranced over on her high heels. She stood there against the railing, her arm brushing against mine.
"It's the ocean," she said, and I admired her profile in the moonlight, the tops of her large breasts bursting out of the top of her tight dress.
"Yeah," I replied. "And the moon. Kind of romantic, isn't it?"
"I'll say," she said and half turned to me with a big smile.
Her hips pushed away from the rail, and I drank in the sight to of her still-thin waist, her full bosom, and the pearl necklace that ran just under her neck. It was an intoxicating sight, and I could feel my cock starting to stir.
"You know," she said, moving an inch or two closer to me. "Most of the men on this ship are no fun."
I laughed. "Are you looking for fun?" I asked her.
"You bet," she said with a chuckle. "Hanging out with the girls is one thing, but having fun is something else."
"I'm sure you could find a fun guy, if you looked," I told her.
"I think I could," she answered, putting her hand on my forearm.
In a split second, we were locked in a tight embrace, her arms wrapped around my neck, mine around her waist. She moaned, and I put my hands on her fine, swelling ass and pulled her close against my rapidly expanding cock. Our lips met and we kissed furiously. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and soon we were like mad a****ls trying to devour each others' hot, wet tongues. She was panting and moaning, and I was grinding my hips against her crotch. I reached up with one hand to grab onto one of her tits. It was full like a melon, huge and succulent. She pulled her mouth from mine and groaned.
"Oh baby," she whispered, almost choking with passion. "Hmmmm. Yes, baby. Ohhhhh.."
Breathing hard into each others' faces we did a kind of dry fuck standing up, me rubbing and squeezing her ass, she with her arms locked around my neck, pulling me down to lick and suck the tops of her tits. After what seemed like hours, we paused for a moment.
"Listen," I told her breathlessly. "If anyone sees me out here doing this, I'll get fired. Let's go below."
She exhaled with a huge sigh. "Yes. Okay. Let's hurry."
I took her hand and led her to the door and into the ship. Just inside the doorway, we kissed again and she reached down to squeeze my hard cock. She moaned and pulled me by the hand to the stairs down to her deck. We rushed along, bursting with lust. The feel and sight of her lush body made me want to jump on her right there, fuck her in the stairwell, take her against the wall.
We made it to her cabin, and she fumbled with the keycard she had tucked away in her small purse. I wasn't helping much as I stood behind her pressing my cock against her ass and running my hands over her hips. She grunted when the door flew open and we tumbled into the room. She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck and we sank to the floor. I kicked the door shut as I scrabbled to grab her huge tits and bury my mouth in her delicious, deep cleavage. She was already unbuckling my pants and zipping me open. As she pulled my cock out, I pulled her skirt up over her hips and pulled her panties down. By the time I had her panties to her knees, she had my cock out and was helping me inside. My cock was rock hard and her cunt was smooth and tight. As I entered her, she gasped and clawed my shoulders. As I worked my cock in deeper, she raised her knees and grabbed my hair. Soon I was all the way in and her cunt was wrapped like a glove around the full length of my cock. I paused for just a moment and raised myself up on my elbows, then plunged my tongue into her mouth. Soon I was fucking her for all I was worth and with every thrust, she groaned and moaned. I pumped harder and faster, raising my hips off the floor. She started squealing in pleasure and pulling her cunt up as I rammed my cock down into her. We were humping like coyotes and soon my whole consciousness was absorbed in the motion of my cock as it pounded in and out of her. Her squeals became low pitched screams, and she bit my shirt to muffle her orgasm.
I'd never felt my cock so hard as I fucked her, and just when I thought it couldn't get any harder, I felt my balls start to burn. Pumping even faster, oblivious to everything, including her fingers frenziedly yanking my hair, I felt myself cumming, and cumming, and cumming. I froze for a moment, shooting what seemed like gallons into her. Then, I started pumping again as I felt her whole body shudder and she began gasping. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, and wrapped her legs tight around my ass, pulling my cock tight into her cunt. "Mmmmmf," she mumbled, deliriously. I gave a few more spasmodic pumps and then that was it, my body was through, and I collapsed on top of my new lover.
Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. I felt her stroking my hair and running her hand along my ass.
"Hmmmmmm," I said. "That was great."
"Oh yes, baby," she whispered in my ear. "That was fantastic."
We disentangled ourselves and I rolled over on my back. We lay there next to each other, slowly regaining our breath. After ten minutes or so, she raised herself on her elbow and gave me a sweet kiss.
"I'm going to clean up a bit," she smiled at me. "Let's rendezvous on the bed."
With that she rose up, rearranged her skirt over her hips, and headed for the bathroom. I gazed in admiration at her plentiful ass, plotting my next assault. Rising, I stripped. Piling my clothes on a chair in the corner of the cabin. Settling onto the bed, I pulled a sheet over my hips and turned on the small lamp next to the bed.
"By the way," she called from the bathroom with a laugh. "My name is Barbara."
I laughed too.
"Hi Barbara," I said. "My name is Paul."
"Well, Paul," she said as she came out of the bathroom. "Maybe now we can really get to know each other."
I gave a low whistle when I caught sight of her emerging from the bathroom. She had taken off her dress, her bra, and her panties and put on a thin, silky nightie. The light from behind her silhouetted her full hips and her thick but shapely legs. She was wearing slippers with heels. She leaned against the door, throwing out her hips.
"You like?" She asked with a smile.
"You bet," I said, pulling the sheet down to reveal my cock, fat and erect again.
"Oh goodie," she said and strode over to the bed, her tits swaying back and forth as she approached.
She reached down to grab my dick, taking it in her hand and squeezing it.
"Hmmmmm," she murmured. "Just the way I like a young man: hard and eager."
I laughed as she sat on the bed, wrapping both hands around my dick, slowly squeezing and massaging it into readiness.
"Tell me, Paul," she said. "How old are you?"
I swallowed as her hands slowly raised my cock to full attention.
"I'm nineteen," I answered.
"Hmmmmm," she answered. "Nice."
She paused for a moment, taking her hands away from my cock to pull her nightie over her head. I let out a sigh at the sight of her huge tits, full and still riding high on her chest. Her big round nipples were pointing right at my face.
"And tell me, Paul," she asked, pushing her tits out. "How old do you think I am?"
"Hmmmm," I answered. "I don't know."
"Well, baby," she continued, dropping her tits onto my cock. "I'm fifty-six. What do you think about that?"
I didn't think much about anything at that point, except raising my hips up so my cock would be smothered by her luscious tits.
"Yessssss," she gasped. "That's it. Old enough to be your mother, at least."She dipped her head down to lick my cock. I groaned and she lowered her body and grabbed my cock. She played with my dick, stroking it, licking it, wiggling it, and finally, stuffing it into her mouth, inch by inch.
"Ahhhh," I groaned as she gobbled up my cock. Soon she was feeding it in and out of her mouth like a woman starved for a good meal. I pushed her head up and down as she greedily gobbled up my dick. Then, as I felt myself getting really stiff, I reached down and pulled her up. She dragged her tongue across my body as she rose up. Our lips met, and seconds later she sat on my dick and my hard seven inches was buried deep in her pussy. We fucked like that for a half hour, me sucking on her titties and running my lips across her chest and neck, she straining with pleasure as I bounced her up and down on my hips. We came together and she plunged her tongue into my mouth as we ground out our orgasms together.
We fucked with abandon all night. We fell exhausted into sleep with my cock still buried in her cunt, having just taken her doggie style.
The next day was my first day off, so I was in no hurry to climb out of Barbara's bed. We woke up together lazily, kissing and hugging, and then she headed off to take a warm bath. I lay there in bed, listening to her draw her bath, admiring my tired, deflated cock, and enjoying the bright sunshine and ocean air. I heard her get in the bath.
"Paul, honey," Barbara called from the bath.
"Yeah," I answered.
"Where are you from?"
Los Angeles I told her. She asked me where I went to school and other questions. Then she asked, "Do you like fucking older women?"
I felt my cock stir. I'd never really thought about it that way. But looking at my stiffening cock and remembering the night before, I answered: "Yeah, I guess I do now."
I heard her giggle.
"Paul," she asked again. "What's your last name anyway?"
"O'Neill," I answered back.
There was a pause.
"O'Neill," she said. "Paul O'Neill. That's my son's name."
"Yeah," I said. "I guess it's pretty common."
There was a longer pause.
"What was your mother's maiden name?" She asked me, as I heard her rising from the tub.
"Brindle," I answered.
I heard Barbara gasp in the bathroom.
"What's the matter?" I asked as I rose from the bed. I thought she'd tripped or had some kind of accident.
"Paul," she said, filling the doorway to the bathroom and wrapping herself in a towel. "Paul, my god. My name is Barbara O'Neill. My son Paul married a woman named Sue Brindle. They had a baby named Paul. He was born in 1981."
"What?" I gasped. My head was reeling. I could barely think. The room spun around around me. "What are you saying?"
"My god," Barbara almost screamed. "I'm your grandmother!"
I couldn't' speak. I had just spent the entire night fucking a sexy, hot, horny woman. I had just spent almost eight hours with my cock buried happily my grandmother's hungry cunt!
Barbara moaned and closed the bathroom door. I sat back on the bed, numb with shock. Slowly, I rose and knocked on the bathroom door.
"No, no, no Paul," Barbara groaned from behind the door. "Go away. Go away."
"Barbara," I pleaded half-heartedly.
"Go away, please," she mumbled through the door. "Just go away."
Still in shock, confused, I turned and pulled on my clothes. I could hear Barbara sobbing in the bathroom.
I leaned against the door.
"Barbara," I pleaded, full of sadness. "It's okay. We didn't know. How could we know. Please . . .say it's ok."
Barbara sobbed. "Go away. I'm sorry."
I backed away from the door and turned to leave her cabin, casting one last glance at the twisted, sex-drenched sheets on her bed. Then, I closed the door behind me.
That whole day I stumbled around like a zombie, dazed and confused. Unsure of what to do, what to think. How to feel. Around five, the head porter called me into his office and told me I'd been reassigned again, this time to a deck on the other end of the ship. I just nodded glumly and retreated to my bunk. Bob and John returned from their shifts and begged me to head out onto the decks with them to do some drinking. I refused and fell into a deep sleep around midnight.
I didn't see Barbara again for the rest of the trip. I thought maybe she'd debarked and headed back to the States. I kept looking for her on deck and in the dining room. Miserably, I went through the motions of my job for the next week and a half like a robot. Slowly, though, I could feel myself returning to normal. It was just a mistake, I told myself. It was impossible for either one of us to know the truth. The fact that we had balled each other delirious only made it more tragic, but somehow also more ambiguous. If fucking my grandmother was so wrong, how had we been able to make each other feel so good?
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At the end of three weeks, we debarked in Bermuda and John and Bob and I found a room to rent for a month near the beach. The passengers on our trip would spend a four or five days at a resort in Bermuda and then fly back to the states. I was ready to relax and enjoy myself, spend time on the beach, time drinking with my buddies, and time chasing the local ladies. We partied hard that first night, drinking and dancing at a local bar. The next morning, we woke up late. Bob was off to see his Honduran girlfriend. John suggested we head off to the hotel for the cruise passengers, being the son of a big cheese, he could get free meals, free drinks, and free use of the pool. We headed over to the hotel and downed a huge breakfast. An hour or so later, we were sitting by the side of the pool in our trunks enjoying the sun and some cold beers.
I was just starting to drowse off when John nudged me.
"Hey, Paul," he whispered. "There's that old broad from the ship who had the hots for you."
I opened my eyes and followed his gaze. I felt a jolt run through my body as I recognized Barbara, sitting by the pool with her girlfriends, playing cards. She was turned slightly away from me, so I remained invisible to her. But I could see her voluptious body crammed into a two-piece swimsuit, her massive tits bulging over the top and her luxurious thighs crossed.
"Yeah," I answered John. "I guess that's her."
"Tell me about it," John said. "I'd do her in a minute! Check out those tits, man."
I grunted and closed my eyes. But, as I lay there, I kept thinking about Barbara. Even if we were blood relatives, I thought, it didn't seem right to end things in such a painful way. Maybe we couldn't enjoy each other sexually, but she was my grandmother. Didn't we owe each other something else?
"I'll be back," I told John as I rose up off the chaise lounge.
I walked around the pool, keeping my eyes on Barbara, and approaching her from the back. As I neared, her girlfriends raised their eyes to greet me. They were all smiles. Barbara turned. I couldn't see her eyes behind her dark sunglasses, but I noticed her quick glance down and up my suntanned body.
"Barbara," I said.
She smiled.
"Ladies," she announced over her shoulder. "This is my grandson, Paul."
The ladies murmured amongst themselves.
"He works for the cruise line," Barbara continued. "Don't you Paul?"
I nodded yes and drank in the sight of her impressive cleavage. I couldn't help it, but I felt my cock beginning to stir in my swimsuit.
"Well," one of Barbara's friends commented. "He sure is a good looking fellow, isn't he Barbara?"
Barbara let out a little laugh.
"Yes, I suppose he is," Barbara said.
I smiled along.
"Barbara," I started.
"No," she interrupted me. "Call me Grandma O'Neill."
Oh shit, I thought. This is the way she wants to do it.
"Okay," I said. "Grandma, could we have a little chat?
Barbara's smile faded. She looked around.
"Paul," she said. "I'm playing cards right now."
"But grandma," I implored. "I think we really should talk."
"Go on, Barbara," one of her friends chipped in. "Have a talk with him. We can wait."



The other ladies joined in, telling Barbara to take a break. She finally agreed and threw down her cards. She stood and once again I felt my cock grow another inch as her full body came into my view. She was my grandmother, but somehow my cock wouldn't obey that fact.
"Come, Paul," Barbara said, taking my hand. "We'll go to my room to have our little talk."
How different but similar this was. Only a couple of weeks before she had led me to her room by the hand. But then we were bursting to fuck each other. Now, we were grandmother and grandson, primly and politely departing for a family chat.
"How have you been, Barbara," I asked her as we headed into the hotel.
"Miserable," she answered. "How do you think I've been?"
I held the door open for her and found my eyes fastened on her plump ass, stretching the nylon of her suit's bottom taut. She caught me looking and paused for a moment. I couldn't tell what was coming, a slap or a rebuke. Instead, she motioned me ahead of her.
"Let's go," she said softly.
We got to her room and she unlocked the door. I entered ahead of her and sat on a chair while she closed the door behind us. Barbara stood a few feet in front of me.
"Well," she said, crossing her arms over her ample chest.
I grasped the arms of the chair and began.
"Barbara, I feel so bad."
She interrupted me.
"Call me grandma," she said firmly.
"Okay. Okay." I said. "Grandma, I feel so bad. I know we did a horrible thing. But we couldn't know that. We were innocent."
I could see Barbara getting agitated, shifting from one foot to the other and sighing.
"Listen to me," I continued. "We can't fuck each other anymore. I know. But we're still family. Aren't we?"
Barbara's whole body stiffened when I used the word "fuck." But by the time I'd finished, I could see her mouth trembling and her eyes growing moist.
"Oh Paul," she half-sobbed. "Yes, we're still family. Yes, yes. I'm your grandmother and you're my grandson. I'm so sorry . . .so sorry."
Her shoulders began to heave and her eyes were shining with tears. Slowly, she unwrapped her arms and held them out to me. I stood and entered her embrace, feeling the curves of her body press against me. She laid her arms gently around my neck and buried her head in my chest.
"Don't be sorry, grandma," I whispered. "Don't be sorry."
She pulled me tighter against her.
"My poor grandson," she sobbed. "My poor Paul."
The feel of her soft half-naked body against mine was so good I pulled her closer to me. We were hugging each other tightly.
"Paul," she whispered. "Give me a kiss. Please, honey."
She pulled her head off my chest and raised her lips. I leaned my head down and our lips met. It was a chaste kiss. Our lips touched and then parted. But then, I felt Barbara pulling my head back down to her mouth.
This time, our lips met and lingered together. My cock had started to crawl down my trunks and I could feel Barbara's hips begin to press more urgently against my erection. I ran my hands down over her ass, and as I did, her lips parted and her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. With a groan, I reciprocated, sliding my tongue into her hot wet mouth. Her arms tightened around my neck, and suddenly we were sucking each others' tongues. Barbara pulled me forward, and soon she was on her back on the bed and I was standing over her. She raised her knees up, and I slipped my shorts down off my hips. She gasped as my cock sprang into sight.
"Oh Paul," she moaned. "Oh baby."
I grinned and grabbed my cock.
"Do you like it, grandma," I asked with a leer, shaking my dick slowly over her reclining body.
She let out a loud groan and began to pull her swimsuit bottom over her hips.
"Oh Paul," she moaned as she pulled her suit bottom over her feet and raised her arms. "Come on and fuck me."
I dropped down on top of her and she quickly guided my hard cock into her cunt. Groaning together, we began humping almost as soon as our crotches met. I gnawed frantically at her huge tits and she equally frantically pulled the cups of her suit top down to allow me access to her stiff nipples. I braced my feet on the floor and began pounding away at her cunt while she raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist. Soon we were bouncing up and down on the bed and grunting in pleasure. Barbara began moaning in my ear as I wolfed down her tits, and then, as her moans turned into high-pitched, desperate sighs, she pulled my mouth from her breasts and we crammed our tongues into each others' mouths. My cock burst inside her as her sighs mounted. I kept pounding away, beyond my orgasm and she reached down to pull my ass tight against her crotch so that we began to writhe and buck together. As we came together, I felt like I had never fucked a woman before. My mind exploded with pure pleasure and I buried my head in her neck, grunting out a few extra jerks of my cock into her cunt. She wrapped her arms around my head as our bodies shuddered into stillness, my cock still encased in her seasoned cunt.
We lay there, stunned, awash in post-coital pleasure, arms hugging each others' bodies close. Barbara stroked my hair while I ran my hands over her waist and ass.
"Oh Paul," she finally whispered. "Oh my god. I've never been fucked like that."
"Not Paul," I mumbled into her hair. "Grandson."
Barbara gasped. I could feel her body tremble.
"Yes," she moaned in a small voice. "Grandson. I've never been fucked like that before, grandson."
She began pressing my head down, into her tits, and her hips slowly began to twist against my cock.
"Hmmmm, grandma," I murmured through a mouthful of sweaty tit. "I'm getting hard again."
Barbara gasped again and reached down between my legs, taking my cock in her hand and slowly stroking it.
"Oh honey," she whispered. "Do you want to fuck your grandmother again? Do you want to fuck grandma again, as you did before?"
With a jolt of pleasure, I realized how much all this talk was turning us both on, and my cock began to swell to hardness. I pushed Barbara over, onto her side, her hand still grasping my cock. Taking one of her tits into my hand, I put my other hand over hers on my cock and pushed my dick down along the crack of her luscious, full ass.
"It's all yours grandma," I whispered in her ear as the tip of my cock entered her cunt.
Barbara moaned and turned her head for a long passionate kiss as I slipped the full length of my dick all the way inside her. We fucked again, grandmother and I, and this time it was better because the sight of my cock pumping in and out of her ass drove me wild.
Grandma never made it back to her card game. We ordered room service in and kept fucking each other - - on the bed, standing up, in the tub - - for a day and a half. Grandma decided to spend another week in Bermuda before flying back to New York, and together, we reestablished the family love that had been missing from our lives for so long.
FINDING GRANDMA PT. 02


After bedding down a hot, lusty AARP'er on the cruise ship to Bermuda, after discovering that this bodacious woman was my long-lost grandmother, and after stepping through the strange but electrifying portal of family sex, Grandma Barbara and I returned to the States.
As we explored and enjoyed each other in our Caribbean resort suite, we decided that I would transfer to a college in Miami, where grandma lived in an upscale "over 50" development. Before we packed our bags and boarded the airplane home, grandma made several calls to the management of "Sunnyside Estates." They agreed that - - for a surcharge - - I could stay with her during the school year. She guaranteed that I'd be a mild-mannered, respectful resident; she made me promise that we'd share the same bed every night.
We parted ways in the Miami airport with a long, wet kiss. I continued on to Chicago and then to my apartment. It was easy to pack up everything into my old Buick - - all I really had was some clothes, some books, and a computer. I didn't plan on calling my girlfriend - - or rather, new ex-girlfriend - - until I was in Florida.
On the way out of town, I drained my bank account and pocketed the cash. I drove downstate to visit my parents. They were surprised at my plans - - but I promised them I'd finish my college degree and as I'd always been pretty independent, they didn't raise any objections. Of course, I said nothing about grandma or my living arrangements. We said our farewells and I gunned the V6 engine of my Regal south down the interstate.
Sunnyside Estates was a pretty hilarious place. Once I was ushered through the gates, I had to dodge golf carts zooming back and forth across the spotless, well-groomed streets. As I drove slowly under palm trees, avoiding speed-crazy silver-haired maniacs, I scoped out the clusters of retirees who wandered up and down the paths along the side of the road. They seemed pretty happy and more than a few waved merrily to me as I passed by.
Grandma's place was in the middle of a low-slung cluster of three townhouses. I pulled up in front of the units, slammed the car door shut, and traipsed up to the front door. I pushed the doorbell and waited. Then, I waited some more. Nobody was home. I'd told grandma I'd be on the road three days - - but I was so excited to see her that I'd driven straight through from Illinois to Florida.
I returned to the car, pulled out my suitcases, and lined them up neatly on grandma's front porch. I was hot and sweaty and tired and trying to decide whether to conk out in the car when the door of the unit next to grandma's opened. A silver-haired lady in a housecoat poked her head through the door and stared at me. I turned to her and she smiled, beckoning to me with her hand.
"Oh my," she cooed. "You must be Barbara's grandson. Come in, come in. You must be so tired, dearie."
I nodded wearily as I passed into the cool, dim interior of the townhouse.
"Harry," the woman behind me shouted. "Harry. Barbara's grandson is here. Harry!" She closed the door behind us. "Barabara's over at the pool for her morning swim," she continued. "She should be back soon.
An old guy shuffled out of the kitchen into the foyer.
"Hi," I said. "I'm Paul. Barbara's grandson."
He nodded thoughtfully. "Helluva place for a k** like you to land," he said in a flat voice. "Come on in, son."
Harry's wife was named Lois and as they grilled me about my life and my plans, they plied me with cold, tart lemonade. The fresh lemonade and the air conditioning perked me up
"Well," Lois said with a little sigh. "Harry and I are so happy that you're moving in with Barbara. It will make her so happy." She paused. "But... you'll want to be careful about Vivian."
Harry snorted.
"Vivian?" I asked.
Lois bobbed her chin up and down. "Yes. Vivian. She lives on the other side of Barbara. She's... well.. she's... "
"A real bitch," Harry intoned. "A real goddamn bitch on wheels."
"Oh Harry," Lois said. "She's not that bad. She's just a little high-strung."
Harry snorted again. "High strung like a cat on a fence."
Lois tut-tutted and just as I was about to explore the topic of Vivian, the doorbell rang. Lois bustled to her feet and headed for the door.
"Oh, Barbara!" She gushed. "He's here. Oh, and he's such a nice young man."
I stood just as grandma entered the living room. Our eyes met and I felt my stomach roll. Grandma looked stupendous - - she wore a white one-piece bathing suit that showed off her deep tan and her curvy, voluptuous body, especially her melon-sized breasts straining against the cups of the swimsuit. Her eyes gleamed as we smiled at each other. She'd done something with her hair - - exchanging her shoulder-length brown locks for a short, spiky hairdo in her natural silver color. My crotch stirred as my eyes drank in her plush body and her glowing eyes.
"Paul," she gushed as she approached me. "Finally. You're here."
We hugged and even though our bodies trembled with anticipation we kept things as chaste and formal as we could. Lois stood behind grandma and beamed. We stepped apart and grandma grabbed my hand in hers and squeezed. Believe me, it took every ounce of discipline to keep from jumping on her right there in front of her friends.
"Thanks, so much," grandma said to Lois and Harry. "Thanks for taking care of Paul."
Harry stood and nodded. Lois just continued beaming.
"Our pleasure," Harry said. "Seems like a pretty good guy for such a young bum." He laughed.
"Yeah," I said, echoing grandma. "Thanks for the hospitality."
Grandma, meanwhile, practically dragged me past Lois toward the front door.
"We'll stop by later," she said over her shoulder. "Once I've got Paul settled in."
She grinned at me as I pulled the door shut behind me.
"I saw your stuff," she said in a whisper. "And I just couldn't believe my eyes." She stopped and took both my hands in hers. "It's really happening."
I grinned back at her and swallowed. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," I whispered back. "I drove all night."
Grandma's eyes squinted in delight.
"Come on," she said, pulling me to her porch. "Get your stuff inside."
She unlocked the door while I gathered my things. I pulled everything past her into the front hall while grandma closed and locked the front door. I turned and we looked at each other for a moment. Then, she rushed against me and wrapped her arms around my neck as my arms circled her waist.
We hugged each other tightly and our lips met in a hard, urgent kiss. My tongue plunged into her mouth. Grandma moaned and her legs trembled against mine. I squeezed her big ass in my hands and crushed her against me. She pulled her mouth from mine and gasped.
Her fingers scrabbled at my jeans - - unbuckling and unzipping until they fell to my ankles. I pulled her swimsuit straps off her shoulders and peeled the suit off her while her soft fingers wrapped around my cock. Her big tits tumbled onto her chest and, in one swift movement, I shoved her against the wall and pulled her big thigh up against my waist.
She gasped, squeezed my cock in her hand, and - - like magic - - I slid inside her. Grandma's eyes met mine and a big, lascivious grin stretched across her lips. I smiled.
"Miss me?" I asked.
Grandma answered by rolling her eyes upward and biting her lower lip.
"Uh huh," she mumbled as she lowered her hands to my ass and squeezed.
I laughed, kissed her, and started pumping in and out, bouncing her against the wall. She grunted with pleasure and dug her fingers into my shoulders. As she grew wetter and wetter, she slid her arms around my neck. I kissed and sucked along her neck while I banged her until her grunts shifted into tiny, gasping sighs.
I dropped a hand to maul one of grandma's stupendous tits and my cock swelled. As I lifted my head to groan, grandma clamped her fingers across my lips.
"Shhh.. shhhhh...," she panted. "Lois... and... Harry is deaf... but Vivian tries... to hear everything."
I squeezed my eyes shut and jammed myself as deep as I could into grandma. She hopped up and wrapped both legs around my waist, squeezing me between her thick thighs. Her mouth found mine and her fingers clenched my hair. Together we rode a mutual, explosive orgasm - - our bodies jerking with pleasure, sweating together, muffled groans vibrating against our lips.
I emptied myself into her and, drained and exhausted, stumbled backward, my cock sliding free from soaking pussy. Grandma's feet hit the floor. Her thighs shivered. She grunted and slid down the wall. I leaned over, planting my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath and waiting for my body to relax. Below me, grandma slumped against the wall, her head lolling to the side. She huffed and puffed until, slowly, she raised her eyes to mine and smiled. I laughed.
Once we felt almost normal, I helped her to her feet and we stumbled through the townhouse to the bedroom. I flopped onto grandma's big bed and pulled her down next to me.
"I'm dead," I whispered, stroking her short, soft hair.
"Me too," she murmured into my chest. She kissed the base of my throat and ran her hands through my chest hair. "Go on, honey," she whispered. "Get some rest."
I smiled and shut my eyes, brushing my fingertips across her back in lazy patterns.
"So good to have my grandson back," she mumbled. "I love you, baby."
My smile widened but before I could answer, I fell into a deep, perfect sleep.
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Within a week, I'd signed up at the local state college campus and settled into Sunnyside Estates. I had afternoon classes every other day and helped out around the house - - fixing things, cleaning up, supplying car rides to the grocery story, and, of course, giving grandma all the loving she needed. For the first month or so, outside grandma's front door, we were the perfect grandson-grandmother couple - - caring, polite, companionable. Inside grandma's house, we hardly remembered to wear clothes. It was like heaven.
One Friday afternoon, I arrived back at Sunnyside Estates after class, unlocked the front door, and let out a deep whistle. Grandma was cooking something in the kitchen dressed only in an apron and high heels. She stopped and cocked a hip.
"Welcome home, honey," she tinkled, shifting her weight to her other leg. "You like?"
She twirled around with a wooden spoon in her hand. Her big tits swayed under the apron and her wide, thick ass flashed into and out of view.
"Me likee," I said, laughing and pulling my t-shirt over my head.
Just as I tugged off my jeans and entered the kitchen, the phone rang. Grandma held up a finger and plucked the handset from the wall. Her smile collapsed into a frown.
"Yes, Richard," she said into the phone, turning away from me.
I gazed at her ass and strolled - - down to my boxers - - to the other side of the kitchen island. Grandma was cooking one of my favorites - - chicken parm. I pushed a finger into the pot of sauce and licked it. Delicious.
Grandma nodded as she listened to her ex-husband - - or rather her second ex-husband. Her first, my grandfather, had died of a heart attack before I was born. Her second, Richard, had whisked her off to Los Angeles just after I greeted the world. Richard, or Richie, had done well for himself as an entertainment lawyer. And, grandma had enjoyed her "L.A. years" until she discovered Richie in bed with a client. The divorce was, as they say, acrimonious.
It was still pretty bitter. The settlement paid for grandma's house in Sunnyside Estates and - - thanks to Richie's success - - left her without money worries. Sadly, post-divorce, Richie had descended into cocaine and booze and ambulance-chasing. The only remaining proof of his former success was the trust fund that supported grandma. He called often, doggedly angling to get his hands on grandma's money.
"No," she said emphatically. "I don't care where you're living. That's your business, not mine."
Richie's voice whined from the phone. Grandma still had her back to me and, entranced by the broad expanse of white flesh framed by sharp tan lines that peeked from the back of the apron, I tip-toed closer to her.
"Oh, no, mister," grandma spat. "If you could've stopped fucking every actress who rolled off the casting couch, we'd still be together."
I placed my hands on grandma's shoulders and squeezed. She flinched and waved the spoon at me. I kept massaging her shoulders until her body relaxed. She rolled her shoulders and backed up against me. The only thing separating my stiff cock from the soft flesh of her ass was a thin pair of boxers. I slid my hands beneath her apron and applied my hands to her weighty breasts, mashing them together and running my thumbs over her nipples. The phone still attached to her ear, grandma leaned her head onto my shoulder and pushed her tits against my busy fingers.
"So what," she croaked into the phone. "Maybe I do. And, maybe he's younger and...." Grandma pressed her big ass against my cock. "And... maybe he's got a bigger cock than yours... much bigger."
Richie squawked on the other end of the line. I slid my boxers down over my hips, grabbed my shaft, and started sliding it up and down the valley between grandma's abundant cheeks. She responded by twisting her hips left and right.
"That's right." Her voice was growing husky now. "Fuck your skinny little sluts. I've got a young stud who wants me... day and night."
She paused and dropped a hand to slip her fingers around my shaft. I returned my hand to her breast, kneading and squeezing her full, warm tits.
"Uh huh," grandma gasped, stroking my dick with her hand as it expanded between her ass cheeks. "Maybe he's making me feel good right now." More squawking from Richard. "Maybe," grandma continued, "he's even getting ready to fuck me with his big hard cock." She slid her cheek against mine. Her skin was hot and flushed.
I trailed a hand along her soft belly and ran my fingers through her bush until I found her magic button. Grandma inhaled sharply as I dipped a finger along her wet lips and proceeded to massage her clit.
"Yeahhhh," she breathed into the phone. "That's it honey. Stick it in me, baby. Give me that big fat cock."
She braced her legs and poked her ass out before fumbling the head of my cock to her pussy lips. I returned my hands to her bare shoulders under the apron straps.
"Fuck me, honey," grandma commanded as she dropped phone onto the kitchen counter. "Fuck me hard, baby."
I slid into her and ever so slowly pushed deeper and deeper as her warm, silky cunt stretched over my cock. Pulling her backward with my hands on her shoulders, my pubes made contact with her ass and I started a steady, deep stroke.
"Jesus, Barbara," Richie's nasal voice echoed up from the phone receiver. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Grandma moaned in reply and the sight of my cock disappearing into her stupendous ass flipped a switch. My stroke sped up until I was pounding her with my hips and her ass jiggled and shook below me.
"Yeah...baby...," grandma groaned. "Harder. Give it to me. Uhhhhhhh."
"Oh my Gawd," Richie practically shouted into the phone on the west coast. "You goddamn whore! Stop that... Barbaraaaa."
In response, grandma dropped her head toward the counter and raised her ass even higher to welcome my hungry cock. With her mouth only inches from the phone receiver, she answered Richie's plea with a series of escalating grunts and moans.
We were shaking and quaking together when grandma flopped her head onto the counter, surrendering herself completely to my big, ferocious dick. I grunted and seized an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing and yanking her body on and off my cock. Her noisemaking gave way to a deep, guttural sound. A wave of buzzing pleasure rolled up my shaft and my cock burst in a nova of pleasure. I jammed myself hard against her and emptied my balls.
Richie had gone silent.
I pulled out of grandma and rubbed my wet, rubbery cock between her sweaty ass cheeks. Gradually, grandma's huffing and puffing dwindled to deep, steady exhales and inhales. I smacked her on the ass playfully and she shook her hair.
"Barbara." Richie's tinny voice echoed through the kitchen. "What the fuck was that? How could you do that to me?"
Grandma sighed. "Fuck you, Richie," she said in a voice that cracked. "Go fuck one of your skinny little whores."
Her fingers crept onto the phone receiver and as she stood, she placed it back in the cradle. I leaned against the refrigerator and disentangled my boxers from my ankles. Grandma primped at her hair with her fingers. She turned to me - - her big tits swinging across her chest - - and flashed me a big smile.
"What's good for the gander," she said, adjusting her apron and patting her flushed cheeks. "Is great for the goose."
I laughed. "Don't think we'll be hearing much more from Richie."
Grandma shrugged. "Don't put anything past that little creep," she said with a frown. "You go get cleaned up, young man." Her frown shifted into a toothy grin. "I've got dinner to finish."
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Each set of townhouses in Sunnyside Estates had a back patio and beyond that a small swimming pool shared by the four sets of triplexes that surrounded it. This was in addition to grandma's favorite hangout - - the big, Olympic-sized pool at the community center. Every three or four days, I'd give gran a break and barbecue some chicken or ribs on the grill she'd stationed on her patio. While I cooked with a cold beer in hand, she'd lounge on one of the two chaises on the patio, reading a magazine, chatting with me, or just baking in the late afternoon sun.
"It's just getting hotter and hotter," grandma said to me one early evening as we finished off some grilled chicken and ears of corn on the patio. "I thought autumn was supposed to be when things cooled down."
I nodded and gazed across the patio to the swimming pool beyond. The pool's sparkling waters beckoned me. Grandma followed my gaze.
"Whaddya think?" I asked, dipping my chin toward the pool
"You're a bad boy," grandma said. "But also a lot of fun."
She gazed up at the dusky sky.
"I think we should wait another fifteen minutes or so." She swung to her feet. "Let me go change into my suit."
The sun sank below the horizon and everything was quickly cloaked in shadows and darkness. The water in the pool glowed from the lights beneath its surface. I stood and stretched and, since I was already wearing only cut-offs, I padded across the patio and onto the grass. A minute later, I slipped into the warm, but refreshing waters of the pool.
Most of the houses surrounding the pool area were dark, though flickering shadows on the windows told me the old folks were tuning into Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. When I looked to grandma's house, I saw a figure on the patio, silhouetted by the living room lights behind her. I grinned to myself and paddled over to the steps leading into the pool.
Grandma made her way slowly toward me. She had slipped into my favorite bathing suit - - a black two-piece with low-cut bra cups and a rectangular bottom. I liked the suit because it barely contained grandma's lush body and, so, trumpeted her abundant, sexy flesh. She strode to the end of the pool and stood above me.
"Come on in," I said, looking up at her as I lounged on the pool stairs. "Water's great."
Grandma's white teeth flashed in a smile, and she delicately traipsed down the stairs. She lowered herself until we were reclining next to each other, the warm water lapping at our waists. Grandma's tits lolled on her chest and she raised her head to the sky.
"So many stars," she whispered.
I looked up and agreed. Then, I turned on my side to face her and placed a hand on her thigh. She hummed with satisfaction. As she gazed upwards, I ran my hand along her thighs, up over her belly, and onto her breast. She murmured something to the stars as I wrangled a tit free from the bathing suit. I massaged her big, meaty breast and scooted closer to her. I slipped over her legs and she raised her knees.


"Keep watching the stars," I said as I tugged her suit bottom down her legs. A thatch of thick silver hair emerged and then her thick pussy lips. I smiled as I slid down and began lapping at her pussy, drawing my tongue flat up and down between her legs. Her hand found my hair and she pressed my mouth tighter against her crotch.
As I licked and lapped at her pussy, her hips began to wriggle gently back and forth. Her fingers clenched my hair. I dove my tongue deeper and she inhaled sharply. My jaw worked eagerly to power my tongue up and down and in and out of her damp cunt. With a sharp gasp, she clamped my face to her crotch and her body quivered.
"We have to be a little careful," she whispered, releasing my head. "We don't want any nosy neighbors getting upset."
I smiled and watched her wrestle her breast back into her top.
"Your turn," I said, twisting onto my back and unzipping my shorts.
Grandma looked around the pool area and then slid down between my legs.
"Go on," I whispered. "Suck it."
My semi-rigid dick waved in the air in front of her. She glanced up at me and attached both hands to it, squeezing and stroking.
"Mmmmm," she murmured. "You're always ready. Aren't you?"
I chuckled softly. "You make me always ready."
Grandma smiled and, with her eyes still attached to mine, she smothered my cock with her warm mouth. I gasped. Grandma turned her full attention to my cock and rode her mouth up and down it, sucking and licking with gusto. I looked up at the stars and pushed a hand into her hair, encouraging her hunger. As my balls tightened and my cock swelled to a log, I gently pushed her off me.
"Come on," I said, my big cock swaying in front of me.
I took her hand, helped her to her feet, and led her into the water. The liquid surrounded my thighs and then my waist, drowning my groin in a warm bath. I drew grandma deeper into the pool until the water reached my chest. We embraced and her soft, slick tits rubbed against my chest. I dropped my hands to her ass and ground her crotch against my dick. As we clung to each other kissing, I pushed through the water to the edge of the pool
We continued making out under the stars in the pool, our tongues twisting and twining together. I reached down to pull grandma's swimsuit bottom off before I gently pushed her against the side of the pool,. The nylon fabric rose to the surface and bobbed a foot away. Grandma wrapped her thighs around my waist and my cock slipped inside her. We paused like that - - my cock swelling and stretching her, her legs tightening around my waist.
I dropped my head to kiss the tops of her breasts and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth tighter against her wet skin. At the same time, her legs rocked me back and forth, pumping my cock in and out of her cunt. We quickly found a perfect rhythm. Our torsos locked together motionless; our lower bodies churning together below the water. Waves rippled around us as we fucked.
Grandma took one of her hands off my neck and snaked it between our bodies. Her fingers massaged my balls.
"Now," she whispered, her hot breath against my ear. "Now, honey. Pleeeeeze."
I exhaled from deep in my chest and jammed my cock into her. As I froze my body, she twisted her hips against my stiff rod.
"Hmmmmfffff," I sputtered as my climax unleashed itself and a blast of pleasure erupted through my cock.
I squeezed her tight against me and grandma's hands beat a tattoo on my back. Her thighs fastened me to her. Little quakes of pleasure rumbled across her thighs and with a sharp gasp she pulled my hair. I kissed her neck and her shoulders as we shivered together in the warm water.
We stayed that way - - locked together in the pool - - for several minutes until somebody's patio light flared on.
"Oh shit," I said as I pulled my cock free.
Grandma shot me a panicked look and twisted around to face the edge of the pool. I plucked her swimsuit bottom from the water's surface and stuffed it between my thighs. A figure strode out onto the patio next to grandma's and I doggie-paddled to the poolside, my elbow brushing grandmas.
Shit, I thought. My shorts. I spotted them floating on the other side of the pool. I passed grandma her bottom, ducked down, and kicked off the pool wall. Without breaking the surface, I snatched my shorts and returned to grandma's side. Yanking my shorts back up over my hips, I noticed that grandma had returned her bottom to its proper place.
The dark figure advanced toward us.
"Barbara," a thin, screechy voice whispered over the grass. "Is that you?"
"Oh, Vivian," grandma answered, sliding a few inches away from me. "Yes, it's me.... And, Paul."
Vivian stopped maybe fifteen feet from the pool.
"I thought I heard someone out here," she said in a regular volume. "Are you okay?"
I started to say something but grandma elbowed me gently.
"We are, dear," she said. "Thanks. Just trying to cool off a bit."
Vivian craned her head toward us.
"I thought I heard something out here. Some kind of a****l or something."
Now it was my turn to elbow grandma. A smile flickered across her lips. Below the lip of the pool, I dropped my hand onto grandma's ass and squeezed. Grandma stifled a yelp of surprise.
"No, honey," she said. "No a****ls. Just us humans."
I ducked into the water and swam to grandma's bikini-bottomed rear. I gave her ass a playful nip and squeeze and then swam backward underwater.
"Where's Paul?" I heard Vivian ask just as I poked my head above water.
"Right here, Viv," I answered, splashing water toward grandma.
"Oh, Viv," grandma said. "He's such a playful pup. You know how these young people are."
Vivian's head bobbed up and down.
"I've been hearing a lot of strange noises since he moved in," Vivian continued. "All hours of the day and night."
I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stop laughing.
"Uh huh," grandma answered. "Probably all that crazy music he listens to." She paused. "I'll tell him to keep it down. Don't you worry."
Again, Vivian nodded.
"You go on, dear," grandma said. "Everything's fine."
Reluctantly, Vivian spun around and marched back toward her townhouse. I swam over next to grandma and we grinned at each other.
"You better be careful, young man," grandma said to me as Vivian's patio door slid shut. "All that crazy rock 'n roll music might give Vivian the wrong idea."
"She should be so lucky," I chuckled.
Dripping wet but completely refreshed, gran and I stepped out of the pool and across the grass to her patio. We kissed once under the dark, star-speckled sky and retreated into air-conditioned comfort.