Banging Granny In
Title: Banging Granny in a Naughty Nostalgia Trip
Oh, the naughty things that used to happen in my grandparents’ attic! All my life, I’d heard stories about their scandalous, hedonistic youth, long before they settled down and spawned a whole line of prim and proper grandkids. But this summer, when we were all sent away to our various relatives, I was astonished to discover that even after all these years, that wicked streak still lurked beneath my 65-year-old grandmother’s buttoned-up exterior.
I arrived at my grandparents’ place on a sultry afternoon, frighteningly clear of what was waiting for me. Grandpa Bob gave me a cheeky wink as he ushered me inside, tsking and shaking his head at the prospect of entertaining a rambunctious 18-year-old. But little did he know, shenanigans were the very reason I’d volunteered to spend the summer out here.
The days dragged on in a torpid haze. I lounged around with nothing to do but vent my hormonal frustrations into my journal and take long, cold showers. But everything changed on a sweltering night when a freak lightning storm knocked out the power. Stumbling around in the dark, I accidentally stumbled into Grandma Esther’s room, portfolio in hand, and caught sight of her plumped up on the bed, glowing like a goddess in the light of the closet fire.
She was stripped down to her skivvies, sweaty and panting from the brutal August heat. A thick thong strained against her pudge and complemented the Underoos on her plump body. And those pendulous breasts, sagging magnificently into the nudeness of her hotpink top. I had a hard-on before I even noticed that she wasn’t wearing her teeth.
“What do you want, boy?” Her gravelly voice scratched up my spine.
“I’m sorry, I just… the storm… did you see that flash of lightning?” I stammered, my eyes bulging with barely concealed lust.
She cocked a brow. “You think I didn’t notice when you accidentally stumbled upon your very naughty old Granny in the buff?” She ran a hand down to her barely-concealed crotch. “But it looks like Mommy isn’t quite done playing yet…” She made come-hither motions with a long, bony finger. “Now hurry up and get over here before Gramps comes home and puts on the DVD player!”
Like a robot, I went to her, my loins led by ribbons of dizzy heat. But we didn’t get far before she stopped me, her weighty, sagging breasts pressed distractingly to my chest. She reached out and gave my bobbing tentpole a squeeze. “Mm-mm, me likey,” she purred before dragging me onto the bed.
We rolled and squirmed, the heat of our fornications dredging sweat from our pores and slicking our naked flesh. She let me suckle at her heavy teats, twisting her fingers in my hair. Her clammy lips roved my neck and as I ground my shaft against her clammy thigh, she diddled my drooly slit with her free hand, crooning, “Fucking rain on Granny’s titty, why don’tcha?”
By the time we connected, my gherkin was so excited that it reared up and drilled itself into her tunnel before either of us could fully turn drowsey. With a .grunt, I was in to the hairs. I’d never felt anything like it before – like the slick floor of a cake shop. But before I could freak out, she starting bucking against the pole, rolling her tender, wobbling mounds into my limp hands.
“Fuck, you’re so young and tight,” she panted. “Now put your cock in my cunt!”
I obeyed, or we wouldn’t have got anywhere. I fucked her like a wild woman, determined to split her ass in two. Her moans were like a detonator, the grip of her teeth on my earlobe put me over the edge. “Fill my stuffed cabbage, you stud!” she shrieked, and I spewed my seed deep inside her. As I twitched out the last spurts, my weight and the cum soaked them into the bedsprings.
Panting hard, I collapsed against her breasts. She wrapped her arms around me, still trembling. We just held each other until Ranger passed out of his precious load on my ass. That night was the first of many, our affair torrid and brief and affecting all sorts of things in me I couldn’t explain.
Over the course of the summer, we did everything in that house together. On the pool table. On the washing machine. I took her like the sexy little bitch in heat she was and taught her how to suck a cock like the nasty slut she had once been. Everywhere that weather-creased skin pressed against me was as electrifying as flesh against flesh could ever be.
And although our affair was never mentioned again, I knew she thought of it every time my name came up. The rest of that summer was spent in the lazy luxury of deep-boozing and laid-back fucking of my pretty Grandma. I’d met her after this summer, but those memories would last a lifetime of usage after every hard dicking.
