Gran Meets My Needs

Grandma's Dream -The Dare

Talking to his mother on the phone Simon told her, 'I'm staying at Gran's tonight.'

'You know your father is away?'

'Oh, I'd forgotten,' Simon lied, 'and now I've promised.'

'I only thought, you know, it was a good opportunity to have some quality time together,' a pause waiting for him to answer, change his mind.

'A bit late now,' and telling the truth about the last few hours, 'she's not been feeling herself,' added for effect, 'she's a bit lonely.'

'Okay, suit yourself,' her tone hardening immediately, 'if that's how you feel.'

'Mum, help me here,' looking across at his grandmother, 'I've promised now.'

'I said okay; forget it.'

'Don't be like that, please,' desperate not to loose the bonhomie they had worked up.

'I said its okay, I just wanted some, you know, well you know what I wanted and I thought you did too,' a pregnant pause, 'how's her knee?'

'Looks good to me,' he said, glancing at his Gran with a quizzical look, pleased to have the subject changed.

As he studied what he could see of her figure he gathered together the picture of the two women lying naked on a bed holding there arms out. Of his mother licking her lips trying to swallow a dry mouth, staring at the spunk filled teat hanging from his rubber covered cock asking, 'do you have another one?' saw his nod, 'fetch it, come back to me.' Murmuring, 'I'll have to go on the pill if this becomes a habit, won't I?' when he returned.

'Knee?' he mouthed at the woman standing across the dining table from him showing her naked body from her open dressing gown. The knee she had banged on the dwarf wall when his mother dropped him off last weekend. The knee she had seen more of in the last hour or so than she had in the last ten years, that knee.

Her back did not hurt either. Why not? That last one he had put his arms under the backs of her legs, rolled her onto her shoulders, had driven into her and she felt no after effects. Oh, she felt the after effects, her whole body was still feeling the after effects, it was positively glowing.

Allison blushed at the thought of her grandson sitting back on his haunches studying her mature fanny before he laid his big cock on it and slipped into her. God, she had never shown anybody that view in broad daylight before. The first had happened so quickly. The need to feel a penis inside her, the need to have time to enjoy it, even if it did belong to her grandson, had blown away any reserve.

'And it's beginning to swell,' she thought, assuming he was thinking of the evening to come, 'is it because he's looking at me?'

'I'm stopping 'cos she has something she wants me to do before the morning. Want to talk to her?' Something mother and daughter always did.

Conscious of her swaying breasts Allison took the phone. With Simon's hand on her bum squeezing it and running a finger in the crack of her cheeks she said her hellos, quickly gave him the phone back; she would not have been able to keep a steady voice with a finger likely to ring her while she talked to her daughter.

* * *

In a phone box, explaining why she was going to stay overnight with a girlfriend, a lad was squeezing her bum cheeks while Allison, concentrating on her lie, kept chatting to her Mum.

When a hand lifted her dress Allison kept chatting to her Mum.

When a hand slipped down the back of her knickers Allison kept chatting to her Mum.

When fingers delved between the crack of her arse Allison kept chatting to her Mum.

When her ring was located Allison kept chatting to her Mum.

When a finger was pushed in up to the knuckle Allison bit down on an, 'Oowah!' Mum noticed the rise in her daughter's voice; asked what the matter was.

'Nothing, Mum,' Allison squeaked, and told her Mum she had to go.

'Please, no, not here,' Allison pleaded looking over her shoulder at the man parked at the kerb, window down, his arm shaking, obviously tossing while he watched. The lad was the only one that ever found out she liked her bum fingered to help her come.

* * *

'I know you get on with her,' forgiving him the sidestep, repeating his Dad was away for another two days so she would see him tomorrow Simon's mother finally said goodbye.

'Yes, I've been more than getting on with her. Bye,' he said to the dead receiver.

His mother's mother stood eyes open wide in astonishment, 'she didn't hear that, did she?'

'No, but she would not have understood if she had.'

'You don't know my daughter.' Simon did know her daughter, knew her as well as he was getting to know her mother. It was not the time to tell her that; it never would be.

Wearing a house coat his grandmother made no attempt to cover the arrow head of muff hair that pointed to the tops of legs; legs she had parted twice for him in the last few hours. Parted for him to release his testosterone fired need and her to satisfy the pent up frustration of a middle aged woman needing to be reassured she was still sexually attractive. And twice with the most impressive piece of manhood she had seen outside a porno film.

About to cover up she stopped herself; this mini affair was not going to last long so if the sight of her bare breasts was keeping him interested let him look. The prospect of seeing them had got him seducing her. Handling them had got him hard enough to want her; want her enough to enthusiastically ride her twice. If it encouraged him on board again for her to feel that magic moment when he pushed his beautiful cock into her, that amazing moment when she heard the deep throated grumble heralding him coming, then so be it.

The prospect of her first orgasm with him had frightened her; the second amazed her, lasted longer, so delicious. Found herself telling him so as it mounted.

As far as wanting those moments again they were as one. The 'oh, no, Simon, oh, no, oh, no, oh, darling, yes, yes, yes,' was the sound when she took his cock and repeated when she reached her climax. Of all the women he'd had not one of them called out like that, never heard them enjoy it so much; that no reserve enjoying him was something he wanted to hear again.

Moreover, coupling with her was something else. He could feel every inch as he made his way into her. That raw feeling pushing in, then like a silk handkerchief surrounding him it was like the most delicate massaging fingers, her channel was never at rest. No wonder he had gone back for seconds, the sensation was unbelievable.

For a moment he studied her wondering why he could feel those sizeable tits when he lay on her, when they should have been hanging, down, away. Thinking about it he knew that she must have held them up for him to roll on, to stop them disappearing under her armpits, to feel them crushed by his athletic body. This clever old bird wasn't just lying there while he shafted her, she was working him, knew what to do to keep him interested. She was not just being kind to her grandson, she had wanted more than one quick poke; and there was every chance she was going to get it.

Aware of the growing tension Simon saw the flush to her neck seeing his penis thickening. Seeing her swollen nipples and the demure, innocent expression he knew what she was expecting long before he walked around the table to gather her face in his hands. Long before her eyes lost their focus waiting for his lips, long before they went into a clinch; long before his cock bent double poking into her belly.

'So there is something I need doing before morning, is there?' Allison sighed into his chest.

'Isn't there?'

'So you told her.'

'Wonder what that could be.'

'Perhaps it is putting your fingers in my bum cheeks again; thought I was going to die talking to her, you doing that. Where do you learn these things?'

Your daughter taught me women want different things; like you to try. 'Did you like it?'

'I've no idea,' she lied, and like an exploring teenager poked her tongue tip out to meet his.

'Gran, everything about you is so tasty,' avoiding parted lips to look at her.

'Dinner first and then you can taste me,' she slyly implied not expecting him to understand. Not expecting it was something he did once a week at home after her long bath, after a certain husband had gone off for his Sunday golf; before going to church.

He wanted to soak in the loveliest woman he knew; she wanted a cock that had stayed solid for an hour after he had showed her what he had; stayed stiff long enough to take her twice.

'Taste me, nobody ever has. God, a finger and a tongue must be fantastic.'

Allison sighed to herself. With a comforting shiver she wrapped her gown around herself. Telling him not to walk around the house like that in case he was seen Grandma Allison went to get into sensible clothes.

* * *

It all started in the hallway waiting for her to change out of her gardening clothes for him to drive her to the out of town shopping mall: she walked by him undoing her blouse, two buttons undone he stepped across the front of her.

'Can I do that?' he asked, 'I dare you to let me,' he teased. Her fingers poised over the next button she allowed his hands to move them away.

They had always dared each other. Dared you to do this, dared you to do that, and dared each other to say what they were thinking even discussing the most intimate details about relationships. All one had to say was, 'I dare you to...,' it was only things they were ashamed of that they kept from each other.

'Okay,' she said, knowing the effect bringing her shoulders back had on him.

'All of it?' he asked, licking dry lips.

'All of what?' her mind steaming ahead.

'The blouse, do you dare me?' visible buttons already undone, the last needing the blouse pulled out of her skirt. Allison saw his eyes flash when, in answer to his question was to bring her tummy in which sent her chest up.

She felt the fabric rush over her skin, saw his eyes lock on her cleavage, felt herself blush with pride. The difference may only have been a thin piece of material but she knew he would be getting his first bra clad view of the thing that often claimed his attention, her chest.

Had her mind not wandered feeling his warm hands on her skin Allison might have stopped him; she might have been more aware the blouse was now passing over her shoulders. Aware his eyes glued to the large round globes held high by the pink bra, aware the blouse was down her arms and over her hands before she could drag her mind away from the thought of her tits loosing their support. Aware that she was happy to let it happen.

Simon closed in, slipped arms through hers, pulled her to him. Unsurprised, unphased, Allison went to him. Was he hiding his face from seeing her part nakedness or was he...? No, he was reaching behind for her bra clasp.

'Simon!' she squealed.

'Dare you to let me, Gran,' he whispered in her ear.

'Oh, Simon, there are limits. And if I say yes, then what are you going to dare me?'

'Don't you know?'

'I can guess,' she replied, more sarcastic than thinking that far ahead.

The front door was only a meter or so away, the obscure glass would show someone in the hallway.

'Well, whatever it is it can't be here, you can see through the glass,' walked through to her bedroom. Turning to call out she would 'not be a minute getting ready' there he was behind her.

'Oh,' she exclaimed as he took her in his arms again and pulled her to him, 'oh,' as he kissed along her shoulder, 'should you be doing that?' To your grandmother who does not want it to stop.

'Getting ready for what, Gran?'

If he got further and she stopped him, it would spoil one of his better wanks; the one where she let him get her tits out and he shot cum at them. However, God Almighty, now it was that much nearer he never dreamt he would want it so badly.

Christ, Allison thought, I'm thinking of letting him take my clothes off. I'll be asking him to have sex with me next.

'Okay, a quick cuddle,' sitting on the bed, pushing his arms down before he could get a hand behind for the clasp.

'Gran, you're so soft,' Simon crooned, head on one shoulder, lips on her neck. With a hand caressing the other shoulder his mind telling him she would not stop him slipping a hand down the top of her bra it moved down to the swell of her chest.

'I can't do this,' she groaned, moving away.

Unaware of the hand reaching for her Allison stood and moved away to get dressed.

* * *

It was unusual for him to visit two Saturdays running but his mind had wandered over the mature women he'd had, compared them, wanted to see if what happened last time could be repeated. It was the challenge more than the need as his need for a mature woman of experience was being satisfied at home. She, his mother, not being able to give him a lift the second week he took the bus; which set things in motion that covered all bases; not planned or foreseen.

On his way from the bus station he loitered by the girl's school; the senior team were playing netball or was it basket ball... whatever...Simon was fascinated by the chest on one girl. Moving around with the speed of any of the others her bouncing chest did nothing to slow her; surely they were uncomfortable.

What size were those tits going to be when she was eighteen, twenty-eight, and thirty-eight; as big as his Gran's? Already as big as his mother's who, with her wholesome figure had a good handful, in fact, she had a good handful of everything. Simon closed his eyes for a second recalling the feel when his finger encountered the damp slit within the mound of hair; of his mother's deep sigh and the way she held still, her body shaking a little when she felt his searching fingers.

The four hundred yards to Gran's house he recalled the picture of mother getting off his bed, sweeping her sweat stained hair back, her legs giving way having to sit, saying when he reached for her, 'no more, darling, please not for a while. Let me recover.' Two hours they had shagged and there she sat smiling down at him repeating, 'not for a while.' Now his scrotum responded to the question; with his father away should he have stayed at home to service that superb muff. Three times they had done it during that first two-hour session. Got off, lay there. Kissed, cuddled, 'darling, he's still hard' got on, shagged. Three times, Christ, she was good; and every time since.

The upstairs of the bus had been empty so once in the countryside Simon, deciding he could have a nice slow wank thinking of her and the guaranteed shag he'd have when got home, got his cock out. Should have pulled quicker, hearing footsteps on the stairs, he had time to ease his erection back into his jeans. An attractive forty something also decided upstairs was better and sat across the isle from him.

His situation was not helped by the woman being his mothers' age and about the same build. Had it been his Mum she have delighted in letting him undo her top and show them off for him. Knowing he admired her body being naked around him was a habit she was now in.

Having started to toss recalling the previous weekends three half hour quickies with that wholesome body, having seen the girls' tits bouncing around, was not helped by this lovely grandmother pressing her high held chest into him when she gathered him to her for a welcoming cuddle. He now, more than ever, needed to throw one off, take his Gran shopping, and then get back home.

'The kettles boiled,' he was told, 'and the cake that you like.' The promised wank would have to wait; Simon followed her into the kitchen.

* * *

In town they behaved as they normally did, hand in hand comfortable in each others company, Allison rejoicing in the looks of envy from other women thinking she was parading her toy boy. Grocery shopping done they walked through town. Outside a jeweller's they stopped.

'I'm going to buy you a necklace,' Simon stated.

'Why.'

'So I have an excuse to look at your cleavage.'

Allison, checking to make sure it was safe to do so took both of his hands and clasped them to her chest, 'you don't need an excuse you can do that whenever you like.'

'Will you choose one,' Simon asked, Gran bent forward to get a closer look she saw him staring at her reflection in the shop window. He needed that wank; he was seeing his cum run down that dark vee.

'There you go, see, you don't need an excuse,' deliberately covering the view with a hand then equally deliberately looked up at him when removing it to point at a tray, 'that one.' In the shop, necklace purchased, putting it on for her Allison looked up with so much love he could not miss her need.

'Thank you,' Allison looked around, no one in the shop to see her give him a quick mouth to mouth kiss. Walking out of the shop Allison took his hand from her bum, 'I thought it was my cleavage you wanted.' Hand in hand they took a short cut through the park.

Gran and her grandson had always had a relationship where they could say what they were thinking, unashamedly say what they were going to do; very trusting knowing whatever was done or said was their secret. Through the park Simon deliberately took his Gran where few people went.

'I dare you to kiss me like you nearly did in the shop,' got the one and only response, 'oh, Simon, of course.' A hand behind his neck pulled his head down to hers.

'You like your necklace, then?' he asked after a kiss that seemed to go on longer than either expected, picking at her blouse supposedly to get a better look at the jewellery. She knew what she liked, she liked him looking but knew he should not be licking his lips as if he was about to eat them; particularly in public. Nevertheless, her quickening breath told them both she could not get enough of this kind of attention.

Allison looked past her boy at the secluded park seat and the hedge behind which she had thrown many a condom. From an early age if anyone who persuaded her to go there would be getting a good necking session and her tits out. If she got his cock out it would be knickers off, rubber on, and if the grass was wet bent over the seat. Boyfriend, Sunday school teacher, or next doors husband on her birthday, it did not matter; she loved it. Her uncle nearly got it but come before he could get across her. How she would have liked her lovely Simon to have been one of them, but it was the wrong place, wrong time and definitely the wrong person.

* * *

Making his excuses he was soon in the bathroom, his kecks down, his balls banging against the cold sink Simon stroked with a determined fist.

Over four hours he had waited for this so imagining his cock between the cleavages of the three women he had recently fantasised over soon had him gritting his teeth to quash the inevitable groans. The major part of his orgasm over Simon watched the latent sperm puthering from the hole onto a handy face flannel.

Running a middle finger under the lip of the basin he imagined his grandmother standing close to him, the cold porcelain metamorphasising into the cool damp at the bottom of her triangle. Did she have fanny lips like her daughter? Smooth and full; or like her friend with folds and lips but a beautiful pink inside when he parted them. His cock stayed stiff.

'Mmmm,' he sighed, finger and thumbing his cock from base to helmet. As he watched the last of his cum drip into the sink he thought, 'by now she'd have some grey in there.' So he had not tossed thinking of the one waiting for him at home.

By the time he heard the door handle tried he was fisting another boner thinking of what his grandmother's muff might look like; again had trouble getting his erection back into his jeans.

He appeared in the kitchen.

'You were so quiet in there I thought you'd gone out.' Gran saw him avert his eyes, 'I was busy,' he told her.

'You were so quiet I ...Oh, I see, sorry.' Quickly looking away from the bulge in his trouser front, 'Oh, I see, sorry,' she repeated, 'and I tried the door whatever must you have thought?' then added with her normal cheeky grin, 'did you think I was daring to walk in on you?'