Gran Meets My Needs

Simon grinned at her, 'you could have done, I'd have liked that,' he held her gaze, thought about it, then added, 'anyway I was thinking of you.'

'Too much detail,' she laughed, 'did I stop you or did you manage to...? Oh, me?' realising what he had just said.

Had Simon knew the light pink blush that coloured her face and down her neck was not just him looking at her new necklace it was her thinking of what she might have seen had she walked in on him, he could have thought of something else to say in reply to her, 'Simon, I'm your Gran.'

'So? You will have done it before.'

'What?'

'Help some one in their moment of need.'

'Not with you,' she replied absentmindedly.

'I meant with others,' he corrected.

'Oh, sorry, of course I have, it's natural to keep a man interested you have to, you know... without that you...'

'Might loose your virginity.'

'Yes.' God, she had recalled that moment a thousand times with a boy from the church.

'Wouldn't worry you now, would it?'

'Well, no.'

'There you go. You're woman and I'm a man, that's all that matters.'

'Yes, but I'm this woman, and you're that man.'

Simon walked up to her, turned her to face him, they had always dared each other, this was no different, 'you mean to say you wouldn't if I dared you?'

'Well, no.'

Simon noted the slight hesitation, saw her eyes flick to the lie side of her brain, 'what you're saying is, if I unzipped and dared you wouldn't look.'

'Of course not.'

Bringing his forehead to hers they were both looking down when the eighteen year old undid his belt.

'No, Gran? You wouldn't?'

If she ever looked back for a turning point in their relationship it was this moment, the moment she should have turned away; the moment it was no longer a game. Not realising he was working out how far she would go with this she thought he was teasing, yet the prospect excited her. There was a long pause, the boy holding the ends of his belt in either hand.

'You wouldn't, eh?' Simon waited. Got what he was waiting for.

'Go on then, I dare you.'

If you had told her she was willing him to unzip she would have told you to get lost. Simon would think better of it, wouldn't he? Simon unzipped.

If you had told her she deliberately waited while his jeans, of their own accord, slowly slipped down his strong thighs she would have denied it vehemently. What held her back from saying the very thing a grandmother should have said was the size of his bank roll.

Now she was blushing, 'My goodness, Simon,' unable to keep the astonishment from her voice or the wonder from her eyes.

It was not the size of a rolled up flannel either. His tight briefs clearly showed his cluster, his cock was only half interested yet left an outline of the helmet that made her hold her breath. It could only be in that state from the excitement of the moment, could not possibly be because it was interested in her. It, was interested in her not him, it was.

Totally unaware of the number who had experienced it already Allison considered the swelling was due to an inexperienced cock needing something to soak in, wanting anything with a pulse. Therefore she was under no illusion why it wanted her, closed her mind to the over powering desire to grab for it, dragged her head up to look at him and hold his gaze. Her lateral vision saw his arms moving in front of him; saw a shoulder drop as if he had... as if he had what? Allison Bedworthy was still holding her breath, doubting her ability to say the right thing, knew what that should be but could not bring herself to say it.

Until he looked down at the moving chest caused by her increased breathing she'd had no intention of replying to the question, 'you know what I've done?'

'I think so, yes,' she stammered.

'So I dare you.' The blush that was spreading from her heaving cleavage reached her cheeks telling its own story; grandmother and grandson were teetering on the edge of a step too far.

'Dare me to what?'

'Dare you to look.' She looked, 'Oh, Simon.'

Grandmother stared at the most promising piece of manhood she had seen in a long while. Then, as if it had a mind of its own, as if it had just seen her, the boy's cock began to rise in earnest.

'Simon, darling, I didn't know...' Didn't know someone your age could get a hard on for me. Did not know you had such a big cock; and it was big. Big enough you could get two hands on. Allison knew you could because her hands were on it.

'Oh, Simon, I'm sorry, I could not stop myself,' she whined, 'he's so beautiful,' feeling the hardness under her fingers could not bring herself to release it. Moreover, the helmet, oh, that helmet. Shiny as a polished pepper pot as it began to swell. God he had a cock on him. Are his balls tight, she unconsciously thought?

Intending to find out as much as she could about his reproductive organ before common sense prevailed Allison moved toward him, reaching a hand down for the cluster looked over his shoulder and saw his buns reflected in the window to the garden and the back gate to the street.

Her reluctance to let go meant she stalled for a few seconds; 'damn,' she muttered through clenched teeth, 'quick pull you trousers up,' made an obvious glance passed him and left the kitchen. Instantly cottoning on Simon just held his trousers together and followed; he found her leaning against the radiator shivering.

'Cold, Gran,' putting his free, comforting, arm around her shoulders.

She wanted to move away, away from the emotions raging through her, away from the uncontrollable need she always had to give in to primeval urges; satisfy her all consuming sex drive. The number of times she had been caught with her knickers down you would have thought she would have learnt, yet here she was again. Even having had a hard cock pointing at her she should have no problem keeping her knickers on with this one, this was her grandson.

'No, it's what we nearly did, what I nearly did.'

'You dared me, I showed you.'

'Yes, but it's what I did.'

'You touched me; that's all. I didn't dare you but you've done it before.'

'What?' unsure of what he was implying.

'Had someone's...,' did not want to say cock to his Gran, 'you know ...used your hand on them.' He pulled her closer, his mouth now next to her ear, 'and finished the job,' he whispered.

Allison eased back to look at an eighteen year old holding his kecks together, 'is that what you were hoping I'd do?'

'I'd have liked it.'

'I'm sure you would.'

'Well?'

'Oh, Simon, I couldn't.'

'But you nearly did. You said so.'

'I know, I shouldn't have mentioned that,' Allison Bedworthy put her head on her grandson's shoulder, 'if we hadn't been in front of that window I'd have held on for a little longer, but that's all.'

'And if I dared you?' he asked. With his lips he pushed at her forehead to tilt her head back. Raising her face to look up at him realised from the look in his eyes what he was about to do, 'oh, Simon, we can't be doing this?'

Even at the point of no return, his fist flying, crudeness knowing no bounds to what he could do with those tits Simon never imagined giving his grandmother a proper kiss.

'We haven't done anything,' aware what he was about to say next had worked with other women and aware using the hand holding his fly closed would mean his trousers falling he still put the fingertips to her mouth to shush her, 'you have the sort of lips a man could get lost in and never be seen again.'

'Oh, Simon, what a lovely thing to say.'

Simon paused halfway to her mouth, when he was sure she was not going to move he brought his lips to hers; they kissed. It was a dry one; it lasted longer than a grandmother's kiss should. As their lips parted the dryness had stuck them together in that way both parties hoped for a second. One because she wanted to know the touch of his lips again; the other because his experience told him if he could get a second and a third it normally meant he was on his way to at least a good feel.

With nothing on her mind except her grandsons' cock trapped between them her lips went softer in the next kiss. If this is what he wants...a few kisses...why not...she had made her decision; her body sank as seductively into the one next to her as she could muster.

Whispering, 'Oh, Simon,' between each kiss Allison settled deeper into their cuddle fully aware that by the time they were on their fourth the hand on her neck holding her head still was rubbing a palm along a shoulder, pushing under a bra strap.

Trying to decide at what point she would stop him Allison willed the warm hand now at the swell of a breast to continue its inevitable journey. Him having a hand inside her bra would do no harm, would it? A few kisses and maybe her having another feel would do no harm, would it? The unspoken deal had been made, Allison Bedworthy knew she was passed that point of no return again and not far off tossing her grandson.

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It had been thirty-five years since she had stood in a hallway with a boy like this. Whispering his name while he rolled her firm breasts, she had been totally unaware of what was happening to her. Ten minutes after getting her tits out she was already at the point of no return when the lad put his cock in her hand. Happy to be dragged to the floor suddenly a delirious Allison Jones was no longer a virgin. Neither, for that matter, was she to any of the boys in the village she fancied. Sex was always on her mind. How she avoided becoming known as the local bike, getting pregnant, she had no idea, any attractive man could have her; even her uncle nearly did.

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Her resistance to who it was causing this intangible emotion disappeared like steam from a kettle; the steam becoming a fog of desire. Having to decide at what point this had to stop, the nearer Allison got to the source of the heat the more painful rejecting it got. The pain was her need, the eroticism of the pairing fuelled that need, and suddenly nothing else mattered except feeling his hands on her bare skin.

Aware her dress buttons were being undone, whispering between kisses, 'Oh, Simon, yes,' every time he asked if she dared him; kisses that got more involved until she finally felt her dress and bra straps slip over her shoulders.

A hand went into her bra far enough for him to appreciate how right his fantasies had been, how soft and fluffy her tits were and her to recall how wonderful a warm hand felt as fingers searched among its chrysanthemum softness for a nipple. Knowing he was almost there Allison decided there was no reason why he should not reach his goal, which was when she reached behind and unclipped her bra; letting that and the top of her dress fall.

In the silence that followed they heard the bra softly hit the floor. The look on his face as he took in the sight of her naked to the waist made her heart skip a beat, and again when cradling a tit in either hand Simon used them to draw her to him causing her to moan in the kiss that followed.

Not wanting to make it too obvious she wanted this to keep going Allison breathed a solitary, 'Oh, Simon,' put her head to his chest to slyly look down, his stiff cock was pointing up at her, urging her.

'Touch me', it pleaded with her.

'Come on, at least toss me,' it was saying.

Precum oozing from the hole, 'go on tell him you want me, tell him you can't resist a cock, that you don't care who I belong to you want me inside you,' it urged.

'You can't. Why do you want an old biddy like me?' she said to it. A hand under her chin raising her face Simon brought his lips to hers as he said, 'can't you guess?' Oh, yes, I can guess, you with testosterone flying around you'd shag anything warm and breathing.

A half naked Allison had given him permission to play with her tits but it was who she was that stopped her guessing he would want more from her. Was it a game he was playing? Now he had her bare chested was it game, set, and match? She could not think he wanted sex with her, his grandmother, toss him off maybe, could not think he would stay hard for her if she took it further and they...maybe a few more minutes and she would call it a draw.

The boy eased away for enthralled eyes to flick from large halo to large halo, Allison could wait no longer; if he wanted a wank now was the time. Pushing a flat hand down his stomach she found his hard cock and wrapped fingers around it; deuce.

Simon, who had never thought any further than wanting to know what his grandmother's chest looked like, the goalposts had moved, he now had a tit in each hand and she was pulling on his cock. Gran or not she was now fair game; wanting her to pull him off he closed in for the kill.

Allison Bedworthy, wallowing in the boy's tongue dancing behind his lips, gave a start when it pushed through hers. Being kissed so passionately, having nipples rolled so expertly she should have asked herself where he got such experience but feeling his erection in her fingers she was lost in the moment. Then his hand slid down her soft tummy into the waistband of her panties until fingers encountered a patch of curly hair and delved in it.

Oh, Christ he has a finger in my slit, he knows what he is doing. He'll find my clit, he'll make me come. Oh, please God help me. I want to come more than I can remember.

Allison Bedworthy was in a quandary should someone call. Half-naked with her dress around her thighs she would never make it convincing as to why it took so long to answer the door when she could so easily be seen through the obscure glass. Allison knew how even an unpractised eye could tell if one had dressed quickly, knew how long it took for two people in the act of love making to act naturally with the prospect of one needing to dress and the other needing to hide.

Moreover, the only man in the house was her young grandson. The way things were going soon fresh semen would be spread across the dark carpet; that would be even harder to hide.

Therefore it seemed natural that any visitor would know that the dishevelled clothes and the quickly pumped up hair meant that their friend was entertaining and if they had seen that person arrive, oh dear, explain that one away. Therefore, it seemed natural to move to save any visitor that awkward moment.

What was not natural was this half-naked woman, without a word or any obvious embarrassment at showing her grandson her bare back, made a half hearted attempt to pull her dress up, and walked towards her bedroom.

What was not natural was for her to stop in the open doorway and pull her shoulders back to emphasise the side view she had always been proud of and her partner could not take his eyes off.

What was not natural was a boy showing his grandmother a rock hard cock sticking out from under a t-shirt, throbbing from the pleasure gained from the few moments of contact with her.

What was not natural was her giving a seductive smile and disappearing into her bedroom hoping he would get the message to follow.

What was not natural was that the boy knew the invitation was so she could get her hands on nine inches of young meat undisturbed.

What was not natural was if he could get his hand down her knickers again the excitement of investigating yet another fanny would help him overcome who it was pulling him off.

What was not natural was the feeling this woman had become a stranger in his life and not someone he had known and respected for years. She was just someone else who wanted to share a sexual experience with him.

What was not natural was for the eighteen year old, a minute later, following the sinewy hips and the flexing thighs of his accommodating, half-naked needy grandmother into her bedroom.

What was not natural, and no real surprise his recent thoughts still with him, was to find his grandmother down to her knickers lying on the bed.

What was not natural was a grandmother licking her lips watching her grandson taking the rest of his clothes off.

What was not natural was a grandmother knowing every man who had taken his clothes off in her bedroom had used her, and, feeling her juices forming from erotic thoughts of the forbidden wondered if this would be any different.

What was not natural was a boy standing next to his grandmother's bed showing her a shiny red knob on a pulsing erection.

What was not natural was these two close relatives were thinking the same thoughts.

What was not natural was to witness and recognise the reason for his grandmothers quickening breath and her tummy muscles tightening.

What was not natural was her grandson knew what she was hoping when she asked, 'Oh, Simon, darling are you sure?'

What was not natural was her grandson saying, 'Yes, Gran, I'm sure, do you dare us?'

What was not natural was her rubbing a hand up a strong leg and pulling it towards her in an unanswered yes.

What was not natural was the boy half kneeling on the bed, looking into the woman's eyes, at the rest of her body then picking at the waistband of the panties.

What was not natural was grandmother catching her breath, knowing but delighting in heightening the moment asking, 'do you dare me to take them off? Dare to show you my sex?'

What was not natural was the mumbled, 'please.'

What was not natural was her deliberately asking, 'dare me to take them off because they will be in the way of this?' reaching a hand out to touch her grandson's cock with caressing fingertips.

What was not natural the boy, this would be his third mature woman, had never felt such pressure on his manhood to bury it to be lost for words, simply nodding.

What was not natural was this grandmother making no effort to be ladylike in front of her grandson, laying her head back on the pillow so she could not witness his expression at first seeing her hairy muff, raised her hips, removed her panties.

What was not natural was the way a grandmother watched the expression on her grandson's face as she slowly laid her thighs open.

What was not natural was after a few moments of staring in open-mouthed wonder at the beauty of such a seamless fanny, and with no sense of embarrassment, the boy climbed and knelt between her spread legs.

What was not natural was for her to reach forward, run fingers over the engorged helmet and sigh, 'Oh, Simon, darling, he is so beautiful,' and as if it was not already written in stone, added, 'yes, I dare you.'

Allison flinched at a passing attempt at foreplay when he ran fingers around her fanny lips. She looked into clouded eyes focused on her fingers pressing the knob of the one eyed snake amongst her folds. Then the push forward.

'Oh, no, Simon, oh, no, oh, no,' trying to bring her thighs together in the vain hope of stopping his progress, 'oh, darling, we must stop,' his knob broke passed her entrance, 'Simon, enough. I want you but...' he gave her five inches, 'oooooo, yes, oh, God, yes.'

Simon could feel every inch as he worked his way into her body. Like a silk handkerchief surrounding him and once in, caused by her shivers, her channel was never at rest, it was like the most delicate fingers massaging.

'Oh, darling,' hips flicked up, 'oh, darling,' they rose off the bed and stayed there, 'oh, my darling, this shouldn't feel so good.'

She could not recall ever giving out such a long descending, 'Oooooo' when she received a cock. She could not recall a penis making her feel something she had not felt in years, full.

Her back arched off the bed as his probes impaled her and held still to feel the warmth of her cunt surrounding his cock, 'oh, Simon, oh, Simon, my love,' her legs locked around his waist Allison offered herself up to give the boy, her lovely boy, her ultimate act of love; take his orgasm.

With her body coiled under him, surrounding him, arms around his ribcage, thighs gripping him vice-like Simon felt like the male of a Black Widow Spider about to be devoured. His knees widespread turning his buttocks into a hammer; long strokes of his nail he drove at a fanny he never expected to be in.