Gran Meets My Needs

An 'Err!' accompanied every upward twitch of her hips when he paused then hoping nobody close by would hear Allison hollered, 'Oh, Simon yes,' when he rammed in hard and held still.

Thinking this would be her only journey with him she called out in disappointment, 'not yet, oh my Christ, not yet. Please not yet. Simon, oh, Simerrrrnnahaaaah.'

Trying to hold back only heightened the orgasm that now raged through her. 'Oh, no, Simon, oh, no, oh, no, oh, darling, here it comes, yes, yes, yes,' she came with shudders and little squeals; it was over far too quickly for Grandma Allison.

She lay uncommonly quiet while the boy, occasionally looking to see tits moving in time to the long shafts, continued to ride her. The only sound was her panting, the tap, tap of a bee on the window and the accompanying creak of the bedhead as the drama of incest continued to unfold on the bed.

As far as Simon was concerned each move he had made had not been planned, there had been no 'goal for her hole'. After he had shown his friend the cock he was so proud of he might have planned to get her tits out; certainly not planned as far ahead as this. But my God was it different now. Her orgasm had been amazing. Her movements, her squeals, her hot cunt was something else.

On outstretched arms he watched his grandmother lying placidly while he stroked in and out; the only reaction from her now was her head pressing back into the pillow or her face in his neck accompanied by little groans.

Her legs and arms spread as if doing her duty, the deep animal grunts she gave each time he drove hard finally caused the sap to rise. His quickening pace, the shorter stabs told her what was about to happen. The sudden knowledge of whose tight buns were hammering in the large nail. The fact her grandson was about to come in her, for her. Her beautiful boy was fucking her with more athleticism than she had ever known brought tears to her eyes.

Allison Bedworthy began to cry with joy, the shame of what they were doing never occurred to her; his enthusiasm for their mating was all that mattered. Drawing her knees back she put arms around his neck and stared into his eyes as if to challenge him to come; her body seemed to open up in a way he had never known with the others.

Kissing whatever her lips could reach tears flooded out, 'Oh, Simon, oh, dear, oh, my, love.'

Simon felt himself drawn in deeper, knew the cooling wet lips he could feel around the base of his cock belonged to his grandmother then heard the novelty of himself asking permission, 'Allison, I want to come in you, can I?'

For a second or two they were locked together; Simon looked at a face of a woman that looked twenty years younger than the one he had started taking the clothes off only a few minutes before, at a body now moving in anticipation of his juices. Then gritting his teeth, looking into her eyes, began to fuck with quick flicks of his hips.

As he stood naked by the bed, as he climbed between her open thighs, as she pushed his cock head in she had foreseen this moment but not the pleasure of hearing those words, of feeling him start his rise to the inevitable orgasm.

'Oh, Simon, yes, oh, fuck meeeeee, yesssssss!' she cried, were not the words she intended, closing her teeth on his skin as a thousand mini orgasms hit her.

Not something many grandmothers get to do, even for a first time, with their grandson. 'I want to come in you,' is not something many grandsons get to ask. The groans of pleasure whispered in her ear is not some many grandmothers get to hear. Their grandsons cum driven to the back of their channel is not something many grandmothers get to feel. With it working in her for a good two minutes, finally, the balls of the marauding cock pulsed their last.

His mother liked him to pull out to watch his helmet rub against her clit then, 'Oh, my love, yes, do Mummy again,' she would whisper and sigh feeling her beautiful boy lay his weight back on her. Simon did that now, pulled back.

Concerned that this was the end of it, wanting more whilst it lasted, meaning to say 'stop in' Allison cried, 'No, stop, no, no,...'

Simon had heard 'stop'; he quickly drew out to lie next to the panting woman.

Allison lay satisfied and ever so slightly disappointed that it was over; she need not have worried, they were going to shag again and a shag that would last a lot longer. For a young cock to get stiff for an old biddy like her was awesome. The need for a young cock getting a quick fuck was one thing, the fact Simon brought her to him to nuzzle into her neck, to whisper how soft she was and his erection staying stiff for her hand to feel her greasy juices drying on it was a delight beyond measure.

His obsession with tits, his unprecedented need to occasionally lean over to suck a nipple was a joy in itself. And the challenge of keeping his fingers from feeling in her wet patch while he told her how he loved her 'beautiful soft body' was something else that sent her into raptures.

She played the kissing and cuddles game for twenty minutes until the disbelief this eighteen year old, from the moment he exposed himself in the kitchen proving he wanted her, found her attractive enough to want her again sent her on another journey.

The stiff cock, the tingling delight from breast to knees from the attention he was giving her nipples. The fact he wanted to feel her aging fanny faded into realism. With a hand caressing down her body from chest to the top of her tightly closed thighs their relationship was cemented. Keeping him occupied with kisses around his neck Allison took the corner of a cotton sheet and dried her leaking fanny. Now he could have her.

A gentle fist feathered his cock; his tight balls caressed, he gave a little moan when she touched them. No longer being able to resist the need for the firefighter's helmet to enter her she ran a thumb over the eye of the snake.

'Oh, Allison,' Simon whispered when she drew on his foreskin to make his helmet stretch.

With as much desire she could get into one look, with a long descending, 'Oh, Simon, please,' Allison moved away suggestively flattening her thighs to the bed and with a longing sigh, 'darling kiss me, touch me.' Simon knowing the door had opened again rolled onto an elbow, looked down at his Allison and paused; with a nod she held her arms out.

The devout way he looked at her. The way he leant over to kiss her. The way his tongue worked around her lips to distract her when his hand moved from her thigh to middle finger her slit. The way he drew back, looked at her closing her eyes. The way he investigated her, the knowledge he wanted to do this last week was all too much for Allison to cope with; she grabbed for his arse.

As if it was something they had done forever, with no sense of embarrassment, Simon pressed his face into her neck enabling him to keep his backside up while their legs unravelled; she held her breath as he offered her his knob end before he pushed. The thoughtful way he entered her she knew. She knew however wrong this was; whatever reason each had for the first shag this was going to be special. Allison let out a long breath.

The way he worked his hips back and forth to settle into her had her jealous of the woman who had taught him. The delightful, 'Oow, oow, oow, oow, oow!' as her cunt gradually accepted the full length of him. The soft way he brought his lips to hers before he lowered himself onto her. The gentle way he arranged her before he gave her the full treatment was some thing she would have expected of her lovely grandson; her surprisingly experienced grandson.

What was a complete contrast to the gentle way he had entered her was the way his attack developed once he had her arse moving. Even though she told herself she was ready for it and would not shout her approval the ultimate speed and power of his thrusts came as a surprise. No longer the Black Widow the stallion rode her with a purpose. Fortunately the neighbours were out shopping when after twenty minutes of kissing, feeling and fucking, her world exploded.

Almost spitting his tongue out of her mouth, 'Oh, no, Simon, oh, no, oh, no, oh, darling, yes, yes, yes,' echoed around the house, 'Oh, my God, Simon. Oh, Simon, I love you. Oh, Simon, I can't hold on...here I ca...here I comaaaah!! ...oh, Simonnnnnnnahhhh!' his grandmother bawled.

How he got her legs back that far and how the biggest cock to know her never managed to tear her insides out when he finally reached the peak of his desire she would never know.

In a complete sexual fantasy, revelling in the movement of his penis in her she lay in a murmuring stupor until she felt him hold hard up her. Not wanting to miss a moment of it, recording it for posterity, except for her cunt squeezing Allison held perfectly still.

He moaned his first shot quietly murmuring her name followed by several, 'Grrrrrrahraah,' uncontrolled thrusts. With her rolled back onto her shoulders he drove at her for another five minutes thinking he had never been so far up a woman and could he have a double header.

Aware of his grandmother's knees from the corner of his eye Simon allowed her to lower them to the bed; he lay on her panting, spent, 'Jesus, it's hot, Gran.'

Their perspiring bodies seemed to augment the glow from the orange curtains; it filled the room. He looked down at her hair plastered to her sweet face, her smiling eyes, Simon, continuing to ride her, kissing around her shoulders and neck kept hard wondering what her lips would feel like around his helmet.

He stopped, his cock twitched. 'Hmmm,' they said in unison. They both giggled at her reaction. Simon did it again.

'Don't, I shan't want you to stop.'

'Jesus, Gran why would we want to?'

'Don't say that, I'm going to church tomorrow otherwise every time the vicar says Jesus I'll think of something else,' adding a deliberate lift of her hips to emphasise him inside her. Simon began to rock his hips; Allison began to puff in response, 'mmm, say my name again.'

'Pardon?'

'Mmm, didn't you hear yourself?'

'No.'

'You whispered, "Allison, I love you" just as you were, you know.'

'Did I, sorry.'

'Sorry for saying you love me, don't be silly.' The moment gone Simon eased himself out and off her.

He was standing by the bed; Allison Bedworthy looked at a dribble of sperm leaking from his descending penis, at the tight balls that had just delivered the copious amount of fluid now leaking from her. Suddenly the fact of whom she had just had sexual intercourse with brought her to her senses.

Legs wide open, arms folded over a perspiring ribcage supporting a good handful of tit; the matted hair of her chuff cooling in the ambient air. God, she must look a mess.

'Don't look at me,' she said grabbing a sheet to cover her embarrassment and the nakedness she was more than happy to have shared a throbbing cock with twice in the last hour.

As if it was something you did every day in front of your grandmother he retrieved a hankie from his jeans, 'I'll make a cuppa, ring Mum,' he said, wiping the end of his manhood, 'tell her not to pick me up today.'

'But there's plenty of time,' Allison called after him.

'Not for us,' he shouted back.

He hadn't forced her, had done nothing she had not wanted or encouraged yet in the normal female way said to her self that he is staying over out of chivalry not to want sex with her again. For such a handsome man sex with her again was very unlikely.

* * *

Listening to his telephone call home to her daughter telling her that her mother had something she needed him to do meant he was staying the night; Allison noticed his penis swelling while he talked. He was thinking of bedding her again; God what a stud. It would never have occurred to her it was her daughter's suggestive dialogue causing such a reaction.

Passing the phone to her for a ring tightening conversation had nothing to do with the fact he was rubbing fingers between the cheeks of her greasy buttocks but more to do with the eroticism of knowing she was soon to be laid again.

The glint in his eyes when he walked around the table she knew was more than the obsession with her chest, young boys only wanted somewhere soft and warm to massage it in. She was still too needy to refuse him that pleasure.

The way he had surveyed her before climbing on; the sight of the huge helmet pointing at her, the feeling of it entering her; the reaction in her legs as he took his time working his way in was a prospect too much to deny herself.

* * *

It was almost amusing the self-conscious way they got into bed late that evening. Her first, lights out; he followed to lie next to her without a word. As if they did not know why they were there neither made a move until their hands touched and then, as if it was their first time, Simon seduced her. Slowly, thoughtfully, passionately, energetically; everything she would have wished for, and at the end of it, forbidden maybe, a screw to die for.

Allison Bedworthy was quieter this time, reacting to every sensuous touch and unspoken request. Tongue tip in and around her ear, and in the dark it was easy to let him examined her all over, all over. Get a reaction, touch again, until, 'oh, Simon I want you!'

'Allison, I'm going to make love to you.'

'Oh, Simon, oh, yes darling, make love to me.'

Legs splayed, hands on his shoulders to steady him as he climbed over, fingers searching for his knob to guide it into her.

Twenty minutes they shagged occasionally stopping to hold each other tight, to convey the needed to hold back the inevitable; to make each other appreciate the need. It worked.

Pulling his head down to get her mouth by his ear, 'Simon,' she whispered, 'I want to come,' nails digging into his buttocks, 'I do so want t o come. Make your Allison come.'

Thinking of the telephone conversation she'd had with her daughter standing next to the hard body now riding her Allison had an unusual double header, 'Oh, no, Simon, oh, no, oh, no, oh, darling, yes, yes, yes,' followed by a lengthy shafting before her lover strained to drop his load. Her moving body and soft sighs in his ear gentled him to a finish.

Separating their sweating bodies, a towel tucked between her legs they cuddled in spoons and fondled until lifting a leg up Simon removed the towel and offered his knob to her.

'Ooo, Simon you want me again, that's lovely,' half turning towards him in the hope of a kiss as he entered her from behind.

His warm hands over her breasts, his kisses down her back, 'oh, Simon I love you. Don't ever stop making me feel like this.' Occasionally rolling his hips at her Simon soaked in her warmth until, coupled together, they fell asleep.

Before sliding off to sleep Allison dreamt of boasting to her friends how she'd had sex twice that night, not knowing a third, lasting an hour, was to make her late for church; what a shag. What athletic lovemaking.

* * *

First thing in the morning, attempting to get up Simon pulled her back onto the bed and to him, laying his early morning wood up her back.

'Please, Gran,' an arm through to gather a handful of breast.

'Please, what?'

'Don't go yet.'

'I though it was Allison.'

'Would you like to hear me say Allison again?' the hand caressing the inside of a thigh.

'Mmmm.'

'Come on then give me a reason,' rolling her onto her front, laying his warm body along her back, leaning over to find the corner of her mouth as she turned to speak.

Although completely sated, having had more sex in one day than she ever had in any one month, how could she refuse him?

'I love you,' she waited for eye contact, 'more than ever now but you do realise this has to stop sometime.' Rolling him away tried to get into a sitting position against the headboard; Simon followed her.

Holding her gaze Simon bought his lips to hers; Allison did not move away from the kiss.

'I know, I know but for now...' he gave a forlorn sigh that nearly broke his grandmother's heart. Unable to leave it like that she returned the kiss.

On the third kiss she gave him her tongue.

On the fourth she needed to know if his cock was hard.

On the fifth she opened her legs for his fingers to leave the expanse of hairy muff they were playing in to examine her readiness.

Allison climbed over him and unashamedly looked down between them. Needing to have him for the short while it was going to last, while he could raise it for her, she held his cock upright to centre herself over it.

He had fucked his brains into her through the end of his cock; he had shagged her like she had never been shagged before, and a cock inside while she fell asleep was the most fantastic feeling. She knew what to expect but, 'Oow, oow, oow, oow, oow! Simon, my love. Jee...suuuusah!' she had sat back.

'You okay, Allison?' seeing the expression on her face.

'Mmmm,' her body going taught at the sound of her name, at him shafting up as she came down. Her face angelic as she rose up, an expression of open mouth surprise when she drove down. Very soon Simon felt his balls tighten.

'Allison, I'm not far off.'

'You can't be. Not so soon.' His first toss of the day only ever took a couple of minutes.

Hands that were cradling her hanging tits grabbed for her hips; his bum held off the mattress, 'I'm gonna. Here it comes, I can't hold...Allison, I love you...Nnnnnnnah. Nnnnnnnah.'

Pumping down on him quicker, wanking him with her fanny, her name called out repeatedly, she felt him spurt, 'Oh, Simon, I love you too,' his grandmother called.

Thinking how each fanny was different, his breathing settled, he rolled his Gran onto her back; tight or loose a new body under him always help him settle into a gentle shafting motion while his mind floated over who else it might be.

Allison would have stayed there all day under the gentle rocking of their bodies, 'I'm expected at church,' she told him trying to push away the image of laying half naked in a pew with him on top of her, that, and the fact her body was tightening it suddenly hit her.

'Oh, my God, Simon. Oh, Simon, I love you. Oh, Simon, here I...hooooooo ...eeerrrrgaaaaahh!'

A pre-breakfast sex went on until she asked him what time his mother said she was coming; he did not know. What he did know was the casual way she asked meant this was now a charity shag and the warm body under him was waiting for him to dismount. Five minutes later, recalling what happened the last time he heard his mother said she was coming, Simon quietly dropped his load.

* * *

Bathed and dressed and without as much embarrassment as either had envisaged they discussed, over breakfast, where their relationship was going.

'I always wondered what it would be like with you,' Simon said.

Holding hands across the table Simon stared in wonder when his Gran rested her chest against the tabletop admitting to herself she'd had similar fantasies about doing it with younger men, 'me?' she asked.

'Yes. Always so attractive; always making me feel there was something...'

'How long?' the words strangled in her throat.

'Years,' Christ he has been tossing off thinking of me for years. 'I like mature women. How about you, fantasise over younger men?'

'One or two of your friends, maybe, but never in a month of Sundays with you.'

'And now?' he teased. The realisation where his eyes strayed to, knowing he was recalling her nakedness, deepened the blushes her own thoughts were creating moved back from the table.

Over a cup of tea, sitting in her lounge, they both agreed that sex between them had been surprisingly good, as good as it could ever be but seeing their relationship, agreed it should not happen again. Within minutes they went into a cuddle, both working towards breaking the agreement which was when Simon's mother arrived to take him home.