Mrs. Claus!

byroyhoffman©

This turned out to be a compilation film made of scenes from various films. Many of the scenes were between older people of about the same age, others were between older women and younger men but many of the "grandmothers" had big tits because they were also greatly overweight. Noting my reaction to these scenes Grandma fast-forwarded the disc. Finally after six scenes of pure crap there came one that was pretty good. This had a woman in her fifties I'd guess with black and gray hair. She and a young male companion were sitting in a private dining room at a restaurant. Her male companion was in his early twenties. You could imagine that it was perhaps a young man taking his grandmother out for a special dinner. The illusion could be maintained since the dialogue in the scene was very minimal limited to sounds of pleasure. She kissed his cheek. He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Although she was surprised, she responded. The young man urged her to stand up and then slowly kissed her lips, face and neck. Although her face was lined, her neck was creased and her hands were wrinkled she was still attractive with large breasts, wide hips and full bottom if a slightly thick waist.

The older lady and her companion necked and slowly undressed each other. Once she had his shirt off the older lady stroked the naked chest and stomach of her male companion with her hands and nails. He removed her brassiere and suckled her full but sagging breasts until the nipples stood out like small plums. They hugged and he kissed her neck as their naked chests pressed up against each other. She kissed his chest and slowly worked down his stomach. Pulling down his pants she kissed down his groin to his fully erect dick. Stroking this for a while, she bent down and licked it before swallowing it. As per porno movies the young man was rather large and thick and the older woman swallowed him without batting an eye.

"Damn!" breathed Grandma.

Up until that moment Grandma had not shown any visible signs of being affected by any of the scenes. She made a few wry observations about the tendencies of silicone breasts, tattoos and in her words "overly large equipment". While she was not disgusted by the sexual activity, she did not seem aroused by it either, being more interested in making certain I was enjoying my gift. However she avidly watched this sensual scene between the much older woman and younger man. I guess women like the more romantic type stuff rather than the typical wham bam action we guys prefer. As the scene progressed she began squirming more on the bed, I could the vvvipp vvipp of her stockings rubbing. Her hand slowly stroked across my chest and stomach almost but never quite reaching my groin. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her eyes glaze over and her mouth parted. Her tongue slid over vivid red lips as he breathing became more pronounced.

By the time that the sensual scene had finished, my boxers were a pup tent and Grandma was perspiring. Taking a deep breath she slid off of the bed. At my look of surprise and I guess hurt, she gave me a sheepish smile.

"Mrs. Claus must be too used to the North Pole because all of a sudden she is very warm. She opened the Santa suit letting it and the three pillows underneath it fall to the floor. As I had suspected Grandma was dressed in the white fur trimmed red silk blouse with the deep décolletage. It fit her snugly and the moisture of her perspiration made it cling most fetchingly. I immediately noticed she had chosen not to wear a bra.

Grandma followed my eyes and smiled, "Mrs. Claus discovered that when she put on this outfit the few pounds that she had gained would not allow her to wear a bra. So don't get any thoughts she did it for your benefits, you naught boy." As she bent over to put in the last film the short red dress drew my attention and I took in her round, full buttocks and red stocking clad legs. Her ass had some sag to it and her thighs were a bit chunky but that did not matter in my state of arousal. I also saw that the film had affected her more than she let on because her bottoms of her red panties were dark with moisture.

After putting in the last disc she slid back into her previous position of snuggling against me on the bed, her left arm once again over my left shoulder, her head resting on my right shoulder. Without the Santa suit, the warm lushness of her body was fully pressed against me. Her full breast molded against my side and her hip rested against mine. Her increased body warmth activated her perfume filling the room with its sexy scent. To this was added an earthier, muskier scent, which I took for female perspiration.

Our final feature Riding with Grandma was also a compilation film with a theme. The actors were playing grandmothers and grandsons engaging in sexual activities. Some of the scenes had been re-dubbed to make the theme consistent, although not always consistent with the action portrayed in the scenes. While most of these women were old enough to be grandmothers I found very few of them attractive, they were either too large or too decrepit looking. Gauging my reactions again Grandma fast-forwarded through the DVD. She stopped when she saw the dark haired woman and the younger man in the restaurant from the previous disc. This scene's dialogue had been re-dubbed so that the actors actually referred to themselves as grandma and grandson. While the minimalist dialogue version had been erotic, the additional dialogue made it even hotter. By the end of the scene Grandma was breathing heavier and I felt her hardened nipple poke me in the side.

The next scene had one of the actually few gray haired women that I found attractive, although she was slightly overweight, she had a nice shape and a pretty if fairly lined face. The scene was of a young man in his teenager years that had locked himself in his room after his girlfriend had dumped him. Grandma insisted on seeing him. Hiding his porn he had let her in. She told him he would meet another girl. He told her that no girl would have anything to do with him because he did not know how to be with a woman. Now Grandma had been eyeing junior's tented shorts since she stopped into the room. Smiling and standing up from the bed, Grandma offered to show him how to treat a woman. She loosened her long gray white hair, undid the buttons to her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was dressed in a brassiere, panties, stockings and garters. She showed the young man how to remove a bra, how to undress his lady. She then showed him how and where he should kiss her. After being initially erotic the scene quickly became raunchy as his grandmother gave him a blowjob before pushing him onto the bed and riding his hard willy.

Sitting besides me, Grandma absently began stroking my chest, neck and groin. Accidentally brushing against my swollen cock, she quickly brought her hand back up to my chest. Her hand would trail back and forth, slowly caressing me as she watched the action of the video. With recurring frequency her hand kept drifting down to brush up against my rigid member.

On screen as the older woman rode her younger partner he caressed her long white hair, kissed her neck and sucked at the swollen nubs of her breasts.

Grandmas breathing quickened at this scene and she squirmed restlessly crossing her legs and leaning backwards. Her breasts rose up like cresting waves, her nipples buoys upon the water. Her engorged nipples pushed through the fabric of the silken blouse. Constrained they were half an inch long. A devilish notion struck me as the phrase tits you can could a hat on struck me. I did not have a hat but I wondered if they would support something else. On my nightstand was a miniature Xmas tree from which hung small marble sized ornaments. Reaching over I took one of these off of the tree and hung the string over Grandma's stiff nipple.

She started at the touched. Looking down to see the ornament dangling from her nipple, she snorted a laugh and plucked the ornament off. Grandma sighed as this movement tickled her aroused nipple. She flicked the nub with her fingertip and hissed in pleasure. Her fingers rested at the buttons running down the front of her blouse. She turned to face me with head tilted with the Santa cap hanging askew. Eyes flashing with humor and heat, she licked her lips and gave me a small smile.

"You really like Gra… Mrs. Claus' old titty's don't you?"

"Yes," I squeaked.

Her eyes flickered and her face grew momentarily somber as she stared directly into my eyes. Her eyes flared bright and her vivid red lips curled into a big smile. In a voice husky with desire she said, "Would you like to see them?"

Unable to speak, I merely nodded. Grandma kept her one arm around my neck and used it to brace herself as she half turned towards me. With her free hand she slowly unbuttoned the front of he blouse. Each opened button revealed more of the creamy white globes half hidden by the red blouse. When every button had been undone the tight blouse still clung to the fronts of her breast, kept in place by the hard spikes of her nipples. Giving her breasts a shake failed to free them but it made those delicious breasts jostle so sexily. Using her red nailed finger Grandma peeled the clinging blouse off of each of her breasts finally revealing their full glory to my adoring eyes.

Full and pendulant, they sagged halfway down her breastbone. Freckled dotted their creamy white expanse and when the breasts swung the stretch marks surrounding them were very evident. Swollen with desire vibrant pink nipples about jutted one inch from the pale white breasts. The nipples were surrounded by an areola about the diameter of a coffee cup. Drawing me tight against her the hard nipples poked my chest almost painfully as her warm fullness crushed against my pajama top.

Grandma's mouth was next to my ear, she kissed my lobe and said, "Touch Mrs. Claus's snow globes if you want."

Tentatively I ran my finger across the creased, hot flesh of her breast curve.

Grandma took her arm from around my neck and moved backwards. Thinking I had done something wrong I jerked my hand back. Grandma pulled her legs up so that she was kneeling next to me. Smiling she took both of my hands in her small, age lined hands and softly but firmly placed them over the hard rubbery flesh of her nipples. She sucked in a gasp of pleasure as I squeezed down on her yielding flesh.

As I played with her breasts Grandma unbuttoned my pajama top. It hung loosely on my shoulders just as the red silken top hung off of her. Her blue eyes blazed with a combination of lust, passion and love. Looking deep into my eyes she slowly ran a red nailed finger down my chest, across my stomach and down to my boxer waistband. Pursing her lips in reflection, she seemed to be deep in thought. With a wry smile and a sigh she cupped her hand around the length of my cock and slightly stroked it.

She slid off of the bed grabbing the portable DVD player. She put this over on a chair and shut the lid. My heart sank as I thought that fun and games were over. However she turned back to me with a big smile and kicked off her black boots. Putting her hands underneath her large drooping breasts she lifted them in my direction.

"You really like Mrs. Claus saggy old titties, don't you? Would you like to see her dried up old pussy?"

Without waiting for an answer, Grandma unzipped her tight red skirt and let it fall to ground revealing garters with red stockings. Her sodden panties filled the air with a deep musky scent. The light red material was maroon dark with moisture. Keeping her thighs pressed together she slowly pulled her panties down, gradually revealing a patch of white fur below her groin. Stepping out of the panties she swung her thighs apart, revealing dark pink lips outlined by a swath of white hair. While Grandma did not bikini wax she kept herself neat and trimmed.

The silvery hair surrounding her pussy lips had the odd effect of enhancing them, of making them the new focal point of my lustful gaze. Swollen and clammy with desire her pussy lips were larger and protruded more than most of those I had seen in most porn magazines. Although I knew it was wrong, sick and evil, I had a strong desire to bury my face into those dark pink lips and feel that bushy white hair tickle my cheeks, lip and tongue. Imaging my cock sinking deep into that white rimmed pink crevice almost made me shoot a load in my boxers.

I must have made a face in my effort not to come because Grandma's face clouded and her shoulders sagged making her droopy breasts swing a bit.

"You don't like it?" She asked in a deflated tone.

No, its just so beautiful that I… I almost… "

Grandma's face glowed as she gave me a bright, sexy and understanding smile. Walking slowly over to my bed, she whispered. "So I guess you would like a closer look?"

I nodded.

She stood next to my bed with her crotch near my head. Up close I could see that swollen pink folds and crinkly white hair were slick with moisture. A heady musk more intoxicating than her perfume filled the air. Laughing at my slack jawed face she took my limp right hand in her delicate red nailed hand guided it up against the slippery wet folds. She held it there until my fingers began moving on their own. I stroked my fingers through her damp white curls. Grandma must have liked this because she began breathing harder. Looking up momentarily I saw her large full breasts heave like tremoring mountains. She ran her fingers through my hair as I caressed her ivory pussy hair.

I became bolder with my explorations, rubbing and poking the wet rubbery flesh. I had only a general idea of what was what and mind you being confronted with the real thing is a lot different. Not exactly certain what it was I squeezed a grape sized protrusion. Grandma reaction like she had been electrocuted, giving off of deep moan and pulling tight against me.

In a voice thick with passion Grandma choked, "Oh, you naughty boy playing with granny's.." she paused, "I mean Mrs. Claus' clitty." I heard the smile in her voice as she said, "You can get on the nice boy list … if you continue."

When Grandma had pulled me against her this had the unforeseen benefit of burying my face up against her breasts. A rock hard nipple poked me in the chin. Bending my face a bit, I popped it into my mouth and began sucking.

Grandma hissed and held me tighter against her. As I sucked against her breast, my fingers continued to explore Grandma's pussy. Rubbing her grape sized clit with my thumb I poked and prodded with my index finger. I was as shocked as she when it slipped between her folds and inside her pussy. As you might have guessed from the amount of moisture I described on her fold and on her public hair, Grandma did not have an old dried up pussy. Hot, moist and tight it sucked at my finger like a little mouth, the walls caressed my finger and pulled it deeper inside as if urging it to fill her.

Sticking in another finger I began to pump my fingers in and out while sucking at Grandma's pap. She thrust her hips towards me, which shoved my fingers deeper into her channel. While doing this she also held tighter onto my head crushing it against her breasts. Grandma's soft moans echoed in chorus to the squishing sounds my fingers made as they slipped in and out of her dark rose petals. Warm, fragrant fluid seeped over my hand making it grow as slick with her juices. She hissed like a teakettle with sharp guttural moans.

A few moment after I began finger fucking my grandmother while sucking her breast Grandma spasmed hard. With my ear pressed against her breast, I felt her heart hammer wildly and she let out a near shriek of "Oh, God!" Concerned, I stopped sucking her tit and looked up over her shaking breasts. She was sweating and her face and breasts were flushed. My first thought was oh my god, I've given my Grandma a heart attack!

"Don't stop!" She wailed and I realized that it was not a heart attack but an orgasm. I quickly stuck her nipple back in my mouth and started plunged my hand into her pussy as fast as I could. She shuddered for a few seconds more and then clung to me as she rode out the throes of her orgasm. Placing a hand over my plunging hand she tenderly stopped my thrusting but held my hand inside her. We stood there holding each other for a moment.

Stepping back a few steps she gently disengaged from me. Behind her gold-framed glasses, her deep blue eyes shimmered with delight. Grabbing my head she passionately kissed me on the lips. Before I could fully comprehend the idea of kissing my grandmother in such a fashion she pushed me back on the bed. She kissed her way down my chin, chest and stomach while climbing onto the bed. Putting her knees on either side of my legs she knelt over me. Reaching inside my boxer fly she drew out my rock hard penis.

Her mouth puckered and I thought she was going to kiss the head of my penis. However having filled her mouth with saliva she bent over and engulfed my hard cock with her spit filled mouth. As the hot moisture and teasing tongue touched my rampant pole my balls clenched and a pleasurable pain clamored for release. I had to clutch my sheets and look away to prevent from blowing my load in Grandma's mouth.

Hearing my whimper she looked up. The sight of my grandmother's blue eyes gazing over my groin, while her ruby red lips held half of my cock in her mouth was almost too much to bear. Yet with all my will power I kept from cumming. She smiled around my cock and slowly drew her lips off of it. My penis glistened with a thick coat of red tinged saliva. Splotches and tendrils of red stained my throbbing dick. For a second I had the scary thought that it was blood but then I noticed that I had spots of red running from my dick up my groin to my chest. Grandma had branded me with her lipstick. The thought of this almost made me spurt. I groaned, how much more stimulation could I take?

Grandma rose up on her knees and looked down upon me. The Santa cap no longer fell off of her head and landed across my chest. Grandma snatched it up and jammed it over her head but her snowy white hair tumbled out from beneath its rim. Her gold-rimmed glasses were askew, lips were pouty and puffy, and the lipstick had smeared. Drenched with sweat the red silk blouse clung to her shoulders the sides of her breasts while the bottom part flapped like a cape. Large voluminous breasts jutted over her chest, the nipples still swollen and hard. Her red garters and stockings framed her white rimmed, dark pink pussy. At that moment she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

She grasped my penis in her deeply veined right hand. Her small, lined red nailed fingers tenderly held it upwards. A serious look came onto her face as she contemplated the immensity of what she planned.

"This is your first time, isn't it Jimmy?"

I nodded.

"Are you certain that you want it to be with a saggy, wrinkled old lady and not some hot young chick? Don't worry about offending me, I will understand if you don't want go any farther."

Putting my hand on her silk covered thighs, stroking them and pushing them downwards I said, "NO one is as beautiful as you."

Her eyes burned with a combination of lust, love and passion as she said, "Alright then, Mrs. Claus is going to give you a sleigh ride to heaven." She lowered herself and my cock head kissed the large folds of her pussy. Soon her lips covered and swallowed it. I watched with a combination of glee, awe and fascination as the white patch on her groin slowly descended and the length of my cock slowly become encased by her dark pink lips. The feeling was incredible as her tight opening took me in little by little, the muscles rippling and squeezing, the warm moisture caressing and stroking me in a way I cannot describe in any justifiable manner.

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