Grandma Mack

The sex was a lot better than she expected. Jack was an experienced man and he knew what women wanted—at least what she wanted. Sometimes, he was soft and sweet, taking his time to bring her slowly to a staggering climax. Other times, he flung her on the bed and pounded away, giving her a screaming orgasm while she imagined that she was being taken by a wild man.

I smiled and nodded in agreement. A lot of women, including me, don't like to admit it, but we do enjoy being taken roughly, shaken hard by the hips or shoulders in a furious frenzy of uncontrolled desire.

I told Mack that one of my favorite fantasies was from the Cave Bear stories. A woman is sleeping on her tummy when a Neanderthal man returns from a hunt and taps her on the butt. She gets up on her knees and he takes her—hard and ferocious with no foreplay. She loved being desired—especially by a manly man. Mack said that she had the same fantasy and Jack loved playing it out for her. Every once in a while, he would tap her ass unexpectedly while she was sleeping and she would raise her butt up in the air and wiggle it to show she was ready, waiting for Jack to take her doggy style (more like lion style, with lots of roars during the pounding).

Mack smiled and nodded back. Jack lasted a dozen years, then he passed on. Mack didn't know if she wore him out, but she was pretty sure that he died happy.

She said that, now that she was on the far side of 60, she was known as Grandma Mack even though she didn't have any kids, let alone grandkids.

Then Mack leaned forward with her elbows on the table, giving me a full view of her breasts drooping inside her dress, and told me that after Jack passed, she learned that she prefers women: "Women know what women want. Guys are okay, but gals are great!"

Well, there it was. She was advising again! She frowned and said that she had spent far too many years pretending to be something she wasn't and she didn't have many years left to enjoy what was left of her sexuality. Then she gave me a wink and smiled hopefully.

I had heard what I wanted to here, but I didn't say anything at first because I was mesmerized by the fine breasts and plump nipples she was showing me. She stayed in that full-view position for quite a while and I couldn't stop staring at what she was offering. Even today, many years later, I still think about Mack dangling her breasts in front of me, advertising her ample assets.

She knew damn well what I was looking at and she enjoyed putting on a show for me. Her nipples grew right in front of my eyes. I wanted to stick my fingers down the top of her dress and pinch those babies until they were fully erect. Hell, I wanted to get my mouth in there and suck her nipples to their full glory.

I couldn't very well stick my hand or mouth down her dress while we were sitting at an outside table in plain view of anyone who walked by, but I could signal that I was ready for what she was offering. You know, the girlie stuff that girls use to tell a boy that they are open for business. I laughed at Mack's jokes, gave some knowing winks, and touched her hand and arm a lot. I even gave her thigh a squeeze and left my hand there longer than I should have, feeling the softness of her thigh and letting her feel the strength of my fingers.

Mack was sitting up straight now, talking more about herself and how she had come to know herself. I could see the outline of her full breasts inside her dress and I was obsessed with the idea of getting my hands on them.

I told her how nice her dress looked and casually poked her dress where I expected her nipple to be. I hit her breast but missed the nipple and realized that it was probably lower than it would be on a younger woman.

She didn't flinch at my exploratory finger, so I poked her again a little bit lower while babbling on about the nice yellow color of her dress. Eventually, I hit the jackpot. Amid a lot of soft flesh, I found a hard and very large nipple. I left my finger there and asked what kind of material the dress was made out of.

She knew darn well what I was doing and I knew damn well that she was enjoying it—and fantasizing about what else I might do with my fingers. To seal the deal, I poked her nipple inward and when it popped back out, I gave it a firm squeeze and twist.

That was enough foreplay for both of us. I asked her where she lived and she invited me to come look at her place. We both knew that I was going to look at lot more than her kitchen and furniture.

She got in her Lexus and I followed in my F-150. Soon, she pulled into the driveway of a real nice house on a classic suburban street with wide sidewalks and mature trees with branches that met in the middle of the street forming one of those pretty leaf tunnels.

I parked in the street, feeling pretty self-conscious about spoiling the scene with a muddy F-150. I was pretty sure that some neighbors were peeking out their windows wondering what a cute young thing with pointy tits and no bra was doing parking her truck in front of Grandma Mack's place.What the hell. That was their problem. I got out of the cab real slow and stretched my arms over my head, giving anyone who was looking a good look at my pokies. Then I followed Grandma Mack up the brick path to her front door, making sure to walk bow-legged like a cowboy who had just gotten off his horse. When we got to the front door, I turned around and gave the neighbors a great big smile and another view of my boysenberries. Hey, if you got it, flaunt it.

I turned and walked inside and it was pretty much what I expected—a lot of old-people furniture with old-people pictures on the walls. Grandma Mack gave me a tour of the living room, dining room, TV room, and kitchen. Then on to the four bedrooms. First, the guest rooms, then the master bedroom. The master bedroom was huge with a giant bed that was way too big for Grandma Mack.

She explained that she had bought the biggest bed she could find so that she would have plenty of room to romp with Mr. Money Bags. I also noticed a smaller bed in one corner of the of the room. She explained that a lot of nights, she wasn't be able to sleep because Jack was snoring so loudly. I made a sad face, but she said it was okay. She put up with his snoring for a dozen years, but now she had more money than she knew what to do with and could do anything she wanted.

Enough of the home tour. I walked up to Mack and lifted her dress gently over her head. No bra, but she was wearing grannie panties. I pealed those mood killers off and there she was, completely naked with her hands on her hips. I checked her out from bottom to top. Her legs were thick and her hips were wide. The huge patch of curly hair covering her pussy was mostly black with a few flecks of gray. Her tummy was ample and a little saggy. Her breasts were enormous, with nipples that seemed to get thicker as I stared at them. Her face had a huge smile on it.

I stepped closer and lifted her giant breasts with my hands while I flicked her nipples with my thumbs. I couldn't help wondering how much they weighed as I teased her nipples into full erections. I lifted her breasts even higher and took my time sucking first one nipple and then the other. She was breathing heavily now and I remember Mack telling me how sensitive her nipples were and how close they could bring her to an orgasm. I sucked harder, seeing if I could coax a nipple orgasm out of her.

No such luck, but she was definitely very close to coming. She squirmed. She made small girly sounds. She threw her head back, arched her body, and said, "God!"

I let go of her breasts and took a step back so that I could look at her whole body again. I said, "You are amazingly beautiful," and I meant it. I stared at her full body—legs, hips, bush, breasts, and smile. She was truly beautiful and in that moment I thought she was the sexiest woman that I had ever seen. I smiled, shook my head, and licked my lips.

Mack wanted to come badly and she lay on her back on that big bed with her legs spread wide, silently pleading with me to finish what I had started. I was happy to oblige.

I lowered myself between her legs, resting my arms on her soft thighs. Then I took my sweet time, at first just looking at her thick bush and imagining how it would look when I spread her plush pussy lips. I wanted Grandma Mack to savor the moment of sweet anticipation—thinking about what was about to happen. I moved my fingers gently to the inside of her thighs, touching her skin gently like I was testing the skin of a ripe peach. I traced soft circles on her goose pimply skin, letting my index fingers roam closer and closer to her bush. Then my fingers entered the thick forest, twirling her curled hair. Closer and closer my fingers moved to her plump pussy lips. I paused at the entrance and waited several seconds before using my thumbs to gently open her. There it was, a thick clitoris surrounded by a protective sheaf of pink skin. I paused again, so that I could anticipate licking her clit gently and Grandma Mack could anticipate being driven insane.