Blackmailed Grandmother Ch. 2bySam Jason©
I awoke to birds singing; it was already 11 AM. My Grandmother was gone.
"Left without even a kiss goodbye," I laughed to myself. I was really beginning to enjoy this.
I heard my Grandmother's car pull up about 2 PM. I hurried into my bedroom. I could guess what was going to happen; people are so predictable.
She noisily climbed the stairs, stormed defiantly into my room, and through an envelope in my face. I picked it up slowly, opened it, and saw that it was a train ticket home, departure time: 4 PM that very day.
"Get your filthy belongings together and get out of here, you vile, dirty pig!" she hissed.
"Oh," I said calmly, "I have an envelope for you, too. I think you'll find it very interesting." I slipped a manila envelope from beneath my pillow and tossed it on the end of the bed. She could see that it was ad dressed to my Grandfather in large, black letters.
I saw her tremble with a now familiar chill. She knew who she was dealing with, and knew this meant trouble.
With a shaking hand, she picked up the large envelope, lifted the unsealed flap, and removed the contents. She took one look, screamed, and, if I hadn't caught her, she would have fallen to the floor.
I guided her to the only chair in the room. She sat down heavily, taking another 30 seconds before she again looked at what was in her hand.
The envelope had held a nice, bright, shiny color glossy picture of 65 year-old woman with her hand wrapped around a penis. There was a string of cum connecting her lower lip with the tip of the penis. There was also a white splatter on her cheek and neck. It was obvious that she had just brought this erection to orgasm with her mouth.
Of course you could recognize her and the handsome young man... me. That's why I had to force myself to sit up when I used the remote button of my camera: I wanted everyone that ever saw this picture to easily tell that my Grandmother had given my a blowjob.
It was perfect. All the time I had spent setting the shot up for a perfect framing and focus had been worth it. And that morning I had developed it. There were two pictures; this was the most incriminating.
My Grandmother recovered a bit, and immediately and violently tore up the picture and the photo.
"You pig... there's your picture!" she exploded.
I reached again under my pillow and dragged out three more envelopes.
"Well, you'd better rip these up, too," I said. And I read off the names on the envelopes to her. They were to my Grandfather (yes, of course a duplicate), my Mother (that would send shock waves), and finally, the Chief of Police of this small town.
My grandmother was in suspended animation... a trance of immobilization.
"Of course, I have plenty of copies if I need them," I added just to dispel any doubts in her mind.
"Billy, don't do this; please don't," she pleaded.
"Well, now that you mention it...." I mused.
"What do you want from me? What? What?" she was on the verge of hysteria. I had to take this in little re assuring steps so she would remain sensible.
In my calmest, most matter-of-fact voice, I said, "Yesterday, you undressed me. Today, I want to return the favor and undress you."
"What! No! I'm your Grandmother! You can't see me naked," she protested.
"It's either that, or I send the pictures," I threatened.
"I'll say you forced me; you raped me. Then, you'll be the one in trouble," she countered.
I had to give her credit. That was quick thinking. But, not that quick.
I held my little cassette player over my head, and out poured those delicious words about her loving the blow job that she had given me.
"Kept a copy, and a copy of the letter to your Minister friend," I breathed, sounding a bit bored. "Now slip those sandals off and come over here."
I sat on the bed and my Grandmother slowly rose to her feet. She pushed her sandals off her bare feet and walked over to me, like she was in a dense fog of doubt and confusion.
She was wearing a short-sleeved, blue blouse; loose- fitting as always. She also had on a pair of shorts: darker blue, with a button at the waist above a zipper; no belt.
"Billy, don't do this... I'm begging you... don't do this," she whispered as she finally stood in front of me.
I didn't answer. I was completely absorbed and already completely aroused: I was going to strip my own Grand mother!
I reached up and slowly pulled the front of her blouse out of her shorts. Then I pulled it completely out. Wow she smelled good again.
There were five buttons on the blouse. I started at the bottom and after two of them, I could see the slight swell of her tan stomach. The next one revealed the bottom of her bra-covered breasts. Finally, I had them all unbuttoned, and I slid the blouse back, over her shoulders and down off her arms.
I hadn't been prepared for what was before my eyes: my Grandmother had a gorgeous body: not for just an older women, but for anyone.
Her bra was lacy and frilly, almost see-through, but not quite. I gasped at the size of her breasts; she had hid them well.
I reached for the button on her shorts and her hand gently grasped mine: "Please, Billy. Stop now."
But, I was determined. I lifted her hand away and undid the button. Then, I grasped the zipper and with a satisfying "zzzzzzzz," slid it down its full length. I could now see the tops of her pale blue panties and see the slights red marks the top of her shorts left on her waist.
Now I seemed to be in a trance: I eased the shorts lower until they sprang free of her hips. They dropped to her feet.
"Step out of them and kick them aside," I commanded in a soft voice.
There she was, my Grandmother, dressed in just her bra and panties. I was in heaven.
I had expected her to wear those gigantic cotton white panties. But, I was surprised. These panties, while not bikinis, were cut fairly high on the thigh. They too were lacy and had patches of skin showing through here and there.
"Turn around," I said. My Grandmother unsteadily staggered a bit as she complied.
I reached up to the four hooks of her bra. A little tag proclaimed: "38D." And I nearly lost it in my pants right there. "Thirty-eight dee, thirty-eight dee." I couldn't stop saying it to myself.
But, before I even touched the bra, it dawned on me that I should be as ready as my Grandmother when the time came. As silently and as quickly as I could, I skinned out of my T-shirt, shorts, and underwear. It couldn't have taken me more than five seconds to get completely naked. I know my Grandmother didn't notice a thing, facing away from me, staring ahead at the sun- bright windows, and generally preoccupied by her situation.
I reached again, and made contact with the top hook. She flinched like I touched her with an ice cube. I put both index fingers under the bra from the top and pulled together using my thumbs and forefingers. The first snap came easily undone without a word escaping from the groggy woman in front of me.
I repeated the procedure once, twice, and finally a third time. The bra was completely unhooked, and I lightly put my fingers under the bra straps at her shoulders and peeled them down.
But, the bra didn't drop off as I'd expected. My Grand mother had both her hands holding it on in front in a last act of modesty.
"Let it drop. Now!" I said with an air of command.
She did and it fell away from her now naked breasts. From what I could see from behind, they were glorious. They hung very low, past her ribcage, but not anywhere close to her navel. They were stretched thinner where they attached to her chest, and expanded to softball size quickly thereafter. I could see little white stretch marks on the underside of the left one.
And speaking of white, my Grandmother had incredible tan lines. She must have been swimming every day in a two-piece bathing suit, because her breasts were many shades lighter than the rest of her back (except for the cute line the bathing suit strap left across her back).
At this point, I almost made out a sob of shame, but couldn't be sure.
I was gaining momentum, and I quickly proceeded. I didn't have her turn around yet. I didn't want the shock of my nakedness, my obvious, rocklike erection to ruin things. So I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of her panties from behind.
Her hands immediately grasped each of my hands, holding them with a surprising, desperate strength.
"Billy, no! No, this can't happen. You can't see me naked... I'm your Grandmother!" she hoarsely whispered.
"Take your hands away or things will get unpleasant," was all I needed to say.
She loosened her grip and took her hands away. I slowly peeled the panties down: over her waist, to the top of the crack of her surprisingly firm and shapely but tocks, over her hips... and they fell freely to the floor.
I was surprised that she stepped out of them on her own and kicked them on top of her shorts.
I couldn't help let my breath out in a gasp as I saw that her but was also almost as white as her hair, contrasting nicely with her tan.
Her head was hanging low and her shoulders were slumped forward.
I couldn't believe it: my own Grandmother was standing in front of me... completely naked!
"Close your eyes and turn around," I said softly.
Slowly, so slowly, she spun in tiny little shuffles of her feet. This gave me a perfect side view before I got the full advantage of a face-to-face.
She was magnificent. Beautiful, firm, curvaceous, and proportioned. A remarkable body.
I stared finally at her nipples. Her areolas were perfectly round brown circles the size of a half dollar. Her nipples were the circumference of a dime, and maybe about four times as thick.
I took that all in as she was turning. Now, as she faced me, I could see her thick pubic hair. I had heard that older women thinned out appreciably down there. But... not my Grandmother! She had a luxuriant bush: it was salt and pepper colored (mostly salt).
"Now, open your eyes," I stated.
When she did, she nearly collapsed again. There I was naked, standing before her with a huge, raging erection.
She stuttered, "N-n-n-n-n-ooooo. W-w-w-we can't be naked. Not in the same room. Not together."
She almost fell in a fit of lightheadedness, but braced herself with a hand on the bed... and then just sat on the edge of it in disbelief, her hands covering her eyes.
I quickly sat beside her, and before she could react, I lowered my head and sucked in her large right nipple.
"Nooooo! You can't do that. I'm your Grandmother!" she said in horror.
She pushed my head away, and my lips parted the nipple with a smacking sound.
"Nooo! Nooo!" she repeated. She had regained a bit of her strength.
"Get up and stand in front of me," I said sternly as I lifted her left arm by the elbow.
She leaned forward, her heaving tits straining down ward, and rose. She shuffled in front of me, her breasts now inches from my face.
I reached up and, for the first time, cupped her left breast and gently lifted it.
"Stop! Stop that right now, young man!" She tried to sound authoritative, but, given her present situation, it sounded ridiculous.
"Be quiet. Do you want me to send those pictures?"
She didn't answer, cowed completely. I leaned forward, opened my mouth and sucked ever so slightly on that delicious nipple. I swirled my tongue around it, and then sucked harder. To my surprise, it remained completely soft; not the hint of a response from it.
"Relax," I said looking up to her closed eyes and taut jaw, "you might enjoy this."
That opened up a flood of words and vitriol from her. She cursed and then growled at me:
"Enjoy. You think I'd ever enjoy these filthy acts. Your Grandfather learned long ago that I would have nothing to do with these sins. He violated me once, and your Mother was born. I despise all this, and I despise you."
"What about the letter to your Minister friend?" I countered. "Look at the things you did with him!"
"That was only a fantasy I had, written out of loneliness and frustration... a moment of weakness 20 years ago. I never did any of that; he knows nothing of it."
It suddenly dawned on me that my Grandmother was frigid and practically a virgin. She sex just once in her life and had never, ever experienced and orgasm. No wonder she was so cranky and bitter.
"And the blowjob you gave me yesterday?" I asked.
"I most certainly assure you... that was the first and only time I ever did anything so disgusting and vile. I'll never forget that you made me do that; I'll never forgive you for making me use my mouth like that," she said sending hate my way.
I went back to kissing her breasts, and then lower to her stomach, and then lower....
"Stop!" she shouted as my lips reached the furry top of her almost completely white pubic hair. "I won't allow that!"
"You're in no position to allow anything," I shouted, standing up, taking her by the arm, turning quickly, and pushing her to the middle of the bed. She landed and propped herself up on her elbows.
I followed her onto the bed and quickly wedged myself between her knees.
"You used your mouth on me; now I'm returning the favor! I said in a soft voice as I lowered my head quickly between those long, tanned legs. My mouth made contact with her pubic hair.
"Pleeeeeassse! Stop!" she hissed in anger.
But, I wasn't about to stop, and I snaked my tongue out and parted her pussy hair all along her slit. This opened her outer lips and revealed the inner treasures to my eyes. She tasted like soap and water, and a hint of salt.
I couldn't believe it: I was eating my own sexy Grand mother. The thought of it made me even more excited and determined than I had been.
I explored all of her, and stuck my tongue as for as I could up her vagina. Then I concentrated on her clitoris, a bean-sized low, flat lump.
It never got hard in all the minutes I worked on it. I looked up at my Grandmother; she had an arm over her eyes, shielding out the world, every sensation. She was immovable. She had remained frigid for all these years and had a good chance of beating back any sensation now.
I instinctively knew I couldn't exert enough pressure on that large, almost flat clitoris to make one bit of difference to her... at least not with my mouth.
I tried to wiggle a finger into her vagina, but she was completely dry. I did plan for that, though: I had heard that older women sometimes need "help" in the lubrication department, so one of my errands had been to buy a tube of lubricant.
Without stopping my tongue, I reached down to the floor where I had placed the open tube. I brought it up to the entrance of her vagina, placed it snuggly against it, and let a good squirt go, and then a little all along her outer lips.
With all that was going on down there, and in her state of anesthetic physical and emotion defense, she didn't notice.
I put the tube down, and rolled onto my back beside her on the bed, to the right of her. My erection pointed directly at the ceiling.
"All right," I said while pulling her arm away from her eyes, "get on it!" I pointed to my penis.
My Grandmother's eyes opened wide in the terror of realization of what I intended.
"Noooooo! Not that! I just told you I only did that once... and that was over 40 years ago! You can't, you won't make me, Billy," she pleaded.
I reached across her body with my left hand, grabbed my trembling Grandmother's right arm, and pulled slowly, steadily, and firmly. She started to be dragged on top of me, despite some feeble resistance.
She had one last, desperate ploy.
"Look," she said, "I'll do what I did for you yesterday. Look."
And with those words, she lowered her mouth onto my stiff penis. This time, she was an enthusiastic participant. She sucked gently, and bobbed her head up and down on it. Her hand started to make an up and down motion along the length of the shaft.
"Ooooohhhh!" I moaned. I couldn't believe the pleasure of this feeling and the sight of my naked Grandmother giving me a blowjob.
She wanted to escape the ultimate act, and she was doing this as a sacrifice.
But, I had come too far, planned too long, and looked forward to this far too much to let it all slip away now.
I took her hand away, and pulled away from her mouth. A tiny string of pre-cum stretched from her lips.
I pulled her again, and she was on top of me, legs tightly together.
"Straddle me; straddle me now or I swear I'll get up, get dressed, and mail those envelopes. In two or three days, you'll have trouble like you've never seen be fore.
Her knees slowly parted. "Billy, please... don't."
She rested a knee on either side of my hips, and rose upright so that she was for from my pointing penis. I put my hands gently on her hips, and applied a downward pressure.
Slowly, her bottom came down, and I felt the first curly strings of her pubic hair touch the tip of my penis. She placed her hands on each side of my chest and leaned forward in order not to fall.
This made her tits hang down completely away from her chest, inches from my adoring eyes. They stretched the skin that connected then to her chest into almost perfect cylinders for a few inches; then her tits balloon- out into larger-than-grapefruit spheres, capped by those perfect nipples.
I raised my hips a bit and sloshed against her lubricated slit. She recoiled, but I thrust again, and she squirmed out of the path.
"You'd better help right now, and put it in!" I said in frustration.
The tone of my voice must have made an impression, be cause my lovely Grandmother's right hand reached behind her, grasped the shaft of my rock-hard penis, and fitted it to the entrance of her well-lubricated vagina.
"Nooo, Billy..." she whispered.
"Lower yourself," was all I said.
Slowly, her hips moved. The tip of my cock felt some thing slick, and warm, and tight. That feeling started to spread to the rest of the hard shaft.
The head of my penis was completely inside this gorgeous 65 year-old woman.
She raised up slightly and then came down again, taking another few inches in. She repeated the motion four more times.
And I groaned as I realized I was completely inside of my Grandmother. She was incredibly tight, but the great quantity of lubricant I had used was perfect.
I started a slow pumping motion, and was in ecstasy.
"Oooooohhhh!" I moaned.
"Get it over with, you filthy bastard," was her reply.
Now, that gave me a new goal, on that I had not exactly had until then.
I started to use different angles and different motions: none had any effect on her. My preoccupation with what I was doing instead of how I was feeling kept me from exploding inside of her.
This went on for a few minutes, and my Grandmother was a completely immobile statue above me.
Then, all of a sudden, she grunted, "Aahh." Just that once, and no more. I tried to remember what I had done to get even that small reaction from her. More time and experimenting, but nothing.
Nothing until: "Aahh. Aahh," escaped her lips.
This time, because I had been observing intently, I knew what caused it.
I had put my hands on her ass, and was kind of support in her, pulling her onto me a bit. But, my arms had gotten tired, so I raised my knees to help support my hands.
Now I realized that this had also forced my Grandmothers already-described clitoris hard onto my pubic bone.
I raised my knees up again, harder than before and thrust up.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" escaped her lips unintentionally.
I increased the pressure and my speed.
"Aahh! Aahh! Aahh! Aahh! Aahh!" continued to come from her with each thrust.
I raised my head and took one of her dangling nipples into my mouth and sucked. It immediately went rock hard, becoming a tight pebble in my mouth.
"Noooo! This can't be happening," she gasped. "You're my Grandson!"