Yonder Stands an Orphan

"Jensen is such an ass," her husband blurted out.

I saw Julie's body relax.

"He wants those loans at three points. Bastard."

Julie's husband then launched into some esoteric muttering about Jensen, loans, markets, interest, cash-on-hand, and a couple of other things I could barely hear. As her husband continued his ruminations, I felt saw Julie's hand slowly snake its way behind the curtain. It brushed against my thigh and her fingers wiggled back and forth. I gulped and pushed myself closer to her hand.

She wrapped her hand around my cock, squeezing and massaging it. I almost ate my hand as I tried to cover my deeper breathing.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Her husband broke off to comment.

"Feels fantastic," Julie purred, giving my cock a quick squeeze.

I pushed my head back against the wall and surrendered my raging hard-on to Julie's soft hand. Her husband sighed.

"What about that tea?" He asked.

"You go on, dear," she answered. "Make some yourself. I'm enjoying the night air."

He sighed again and I heard feet retreating back across the living room. Julie stroked my cock. I heard cups clinking and then the sound of the teapot scraping against the stove burner.

"None for you, dear?" Her husband asked from the kitchen.

"No, thanks, Cliff," Julie answered, pulling me by my cock from behind the drapes. "I'm going to go back upstairs."

He mumbled something and Julie, her hand still wrapped around my cock, pulled me across the living room. With her finger against her lips, she led me up the stairs. I glanced down toward the kitchen. With a wicked grin, Julie led me to the end of the upstairs hallway. She opened a door and pulled me inside. She flipped on the light. It was a bathroom.

"Shhhhhhhh," she whispered. "It's the guest room bathroom."

Grinning, she pulled her robe off and pushed her big tits toward me. I undid my jeans, pulled them down, and released my hard cock. Julie practically squealed in delight. She turned around, putting her hands on the bathroom door and pushing her big ass out toward me. She turned to look at me over her shoulder and licked her lips.

I grinned and plugged my cock back into her still-wet pussy. Grabbing her by the hips, I began to savagely pound her pussy with my cock, making her ass cheeks jiggle back and forth. Julie moaned and pushed her head sideways against the door, her hands spread wide against it to push herself back onto my dick. Watching her face - - mouth open in wanton pleasure, panting, squeezing her eyes shut , I lost control and began to savagely rock her back and forth against the door with my hips and cock. She moaned and opened her eyes, pleading for me to fuck her harder and faster.

I licked the sweat off of Julie's back and fucked her harder. My thighs were coiling and uncoiling like pistons as I banged her faster and harder against the door.

"Julie?" Her husband's voice echoed down the hall behind the closed door.

Julie bit her lip, and I slowed down.

"Jesus," she whispered. "What is it Cliff?"

"Are you okay?" Cliff asked, tentatively.

"Yes," Julie practically shouted through the door. "I'm fine."

I smiled and pushed my dick deeper into her warm, wet pussy. She grunted. I pulled out and slammed back into her pussy. She moaned. I picked up the rhythm again, my hips banging against her shivering ass.

"Are you sure?" Her husband asked, sounding closer.

"Jesusssssss, Cliff," Julie wailed, pushing her ass on and off my cock. "Go . . . to . . . bed."

I heard Cliff mumble something while Julie reached around with her arm and pulled my hip tight to her ass.

"Fuck me," she half-whispered, half-groaned. "Harder."

I grinned and looped an arm around her waist, leaned down, and returned to pounding her pussy with my cock. Julie's mouth was open. She was gasping. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her whole body seemed flushed to a deep red. With a final rough shove of my dick, I jammed myself deeper into her and froze. Julie began wiggling her ass against my cock. Grunting, I felt my cum shoot into her.

"Ahhhhh," I leaned down to groan into her ear. "Fuck yesssssss. Victory!"

She moaned in return, and I felt her whole body shiver.

I grabbed a thick ass cheek in each hand, leaned back from my hips, and felt every ounce of my cum squirt deep into her. She ground her head into the door, moaning and groaning.

We stood like that for minutes until Julie stood upright, my cock still inside her. She reached back and draped her arm around my neck, pulling my lips to hers. We kissed long and deeply, our tongues stuffed into each others' mouths. Then, with a deep sigh of contentment, Julie pulled her ass off my cock and twisted around. She looped her arms around my neck, our kiss still unbroken, and I pulled her closer to me with my arms around her waist.

We kissed and kissed. My cock deflated, and still we kissed. After what seemed like hours, she pulled her lips off of mine.

"Shhhhhh," she whispered, grabbing my wrist. "Be very, very quiet."

I smiled.

She pulled her robe around her, gave me a peck on the cheek, squeezed my bicep, and opened the door. She disappeared down the dark hall. I pulled my boxers and jeans back on and tip-toed down the hall. Her bedroom door was closed and the light was off. Minutes later, after pulling the patio door closed behind me, I was driving home.

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And so it went for about a month. Julie and I fucked like crazed animals - - at her house, in her car, at work. She was insatiable. Everything was going just about as well as a horny, MILF-hungry, eighteen-year-old could hope for. Just about everything.

Around the time Julie and I celebrated our month anniversary, I received a letter from Pop Hadley. In it, he wrote that since I had crossed the 18 year divide and become a man, it was time for me to learn the truth about my parents, even if I didn't need or want to know about them. He laid it all out: a 16-year-old girl, made pregnant by a college guy, her parents send her off to deliver the kid somewhere near my hometown, she puts the kid up for adoption, and I become Conor Hadley. In large, blocky letters, Pop spelled out my mom's name: Ruth Spencer. Oddly enough, Ruth had lived in the college town where I now studied and worked.

To be honest, it was an interesting story, but not one that I wanted to pursue. I also didn't want my dorm-mates to find the letter, so I stuffed it into one of my textbooks, thinking that I'd decide what to do with it later.

Because Julie's husband was out of town that week (probably getting buttfucked by "Jensen" and his "points"), she had invited me over to her house as soon as hubby left for the airport. She'd also told me that I could stay in the house as long as hubby was out-of-town. Relishing a full week with my cock buried in Julie's sweet pussy and hungry mouth, I packed some clothes in my gym bag and loaded up my backpack with some books to study with. I drove to her big house just as the sun was setting.

Julie greeted me at the door with a big hug and wet kisses. She led me inside by the hand and then upstairs.

"If you're going to be here for a week," she said, as she led me down the upstairs hallway. "I don't want to leave any incriminating evidence. Let's camp out here."

She opened the door to a bedroom. It was smaller than the master bedroom and decorated in pink and light blue. A lamp that incorporated an intricately carved horse stood on a small desk in the corner. I dropped my bags and bounced on the bed.

"Good solid springs," I said with a laugh. "Those will come in handy."

"Whose room is this?" I asked Julie.

She smiled, a little sadly. "It was my daughter's. But, she's gone now."

I patted the bed next to me.

"Want to talk about it?"

Julie laughed nervously. "No. It's okay, Conor. We had a falling out years ago. She lives out west somewhere now."

Julie seemed uncomfortable. She moved to the door.

"Tell you what, stud," she said. "You unpack. I'll fix dinner. And then you can study your books, while I study you."

I laughed and nodded.

Julie left and I unzipped my gym bag and my backpack. No need to unpack the gym bag. But I set the books on the nightstand. I looked around the room and opened the closet door and the desk drawers. All empty. By then, I could smell some good cooking from downstairs. I headed to the kitchen.

Julie and I enjoyed a delicious meal of pasta primavera and white wine. After, I took her by the hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom. Although we had been fucking each other silly for a month, we were starting to work out a pace and rhythm to our fucking. Start out slow and sensuous and then work our way up to loud and athletic.

I unzipped Julie's dress slowly and pushed it off her shoulders. She was wearing silky, black lace underwear. I ran my hands gently over her body - - along her neck and then down her shoulders, tracing the curve of her hips and then running my hands between her thighs. She sighed and dropped onto her back on the bed, her knee raised and her legs splayed.

"I want to watch you strip and stroke," she said, pushing her tits out of her bra.

I smiled and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I unzipped my pants and shucked them onto the desk chair. Julie was gazing at me with bright eyes as she played with her nipples. Her left hand snuck down between her thighs. She rubbed her pussy through her panties while I slowly curled my hand around my cock and stroked myself, my cock quickly growing hard and thick. Julie murmured and patted the bed next to her.

I crawled onto the bed and we twisted our bodies together, our lips crushed together. Just as I could feel the edge of our lust inching its way across our bodies, I also felt the call of duty.

"Shit," I whispered. "Hold on. Gotto take care of business."

Julie giggled and released me, stretching her body. I ran into the connecting bathroom and waited for my dick to soften enough to pee.

"What's this you're studying?" I heard her ask me from the bedroom.

"Nothing much, just some economics," I answered.

I heard Julie moving the books around. I raced out of the bedroom and slid into bed next to her. She was paging through one of my textbooks. I began kissing her neck and running my hand over her thigh. A piece of paper fluttered onto her tits.

"What's this?" Julie asked. "A love letter from my rival?"

I poked my head up while continuing to massage her full, sexy thighs. She opened her legs wider, inviting me to give more attention to her pussy.

"Nothing," I said, burrowing my face back into her neck and running fingers over the front of her panties. "Just a letter from my Pops."

Julie giggled and unfolded the letter to read it. I continued working away at her pussy with my fingers as I kissed my way down to the tops of her massive breasts. Suddenly, I felt her whole body freeze. She exhaled deeply.

"You're adopted?" She asked, pushing my lips off her tits with one hand while holding the letter with her other hand.

"Yeah," I answered. "No big deal."

My other hand was still stroking her crotch, and I could feel her pussy warming and moistening beneath her panties.

"B - b - but," she wailed softly as her eyes widened. "What's your last name?"

"Hadley," I told her, as I dropped my head down on the pillow next to her.

"But . . . " She paused. "Your mother's name was Spencer. Ruth Spencer."

"Uh huh," I answered, leaning close to lick the tops of her tits.

"And she came from here?" Julie asked me.

Her voice was rising in pitch. She seemed suddenly on the verge of panic. At the same time, my fingers were creeping past her panties and along her pussy lips. Her hips were rolling gently, encouraging my fingers.

"Yep," I said, sliding a finger into her pussy.

She gasped slightly.

"Oh my god," she suddenly moaned.

"We've hardly started." I laughed.

"No," Julie said emphatically, her voice wavering at the edges. "Don't you know my last name?"

"Sexiness?" I asked playfully.

Julie suddenly yanked my head up by my hair. I had started to stroke my finger in and out of her pussy.

"Spencer," she said flatly. "Julie Spencer."

"Great," I said, starting to feel some of her fear. "It's a common name."

Julie reached down to push my finger roughly out of her pussy. She sat up, her body rigid.

"Ruth Spencer was my daughter."

I froze.

"Nooooooo," I murmured. "And she had a child . . . . . "

Slowly Julie nodded her head up and down.

"That means . . . .," I slowly articulated the words. "You're my grandmother."

Julie's face collapsed and she rolled onto her side away from. Her body was racked with sobs and gasping. I lay there, my big dick deflated, stunned and silent. The woman I had been fucking like a demon for the past month was my grandmother? I had rubbed my cock raw inside her pussy and heard her moan everything filthy under the sun into my ear. My grandmother? The woman whose tits I dreamed about every night? The woman whose wide, fleshy ass drove me to heights of sexual craziness? It couldn't be. Impossible. I heard Julie's sobs coming in horrible little jerks. Jesus. What had we done?

I looked over at my grandmother, gazing at her short, sexy silver hair, her broad hips, and straight shoulders, now heaving silently. My grandmother. A wave of pity washed across me as I thought for a moment of how she must feel. I reached out a hand and patted her hair.

"It's okay, Julie," I whispered tenderly. "We didn't know."

"Grandmother . . . ," Julie wailed softly. "Grandmother."

I inhaled. I patted her shoulder.

"It's okay, grandmother," I said slowly.

I saw Julie's body flinch and then relax. She was still sobbing.

I rubbed her shoulder softly. "It's okay grandmother. We didn't know."

"Grandmother," she wailed softly into her hands, clenched in front of her.

I stroked her back.

"Grandmother," I whispered. "Yes, grandmother."

Something strange started to happen. As I whispered that word, my cock began to twitch. I felt a slow warmth spread across my groin.

"Beautiful, wonderful, sweet grandmother," I murmured, my voice catching in my throat. "The most beautiful grandmother in the world."

I ran my palm delicately across Julie's back. My cock was growing - - harder and longer. I stared at Julie's sexy back and down along the curve of her spine to her ass. Grandmother. Hot, fucking, sexy grandmother, I thought to myself. Grandmother I love to fuck. My massage strokes became deeper and bolder. I felt Julie's body begin to relax beneath my hand and my voice.

"I love you grandmother," I whispered into Julie's ear.

She blinked her eyes open in surprise. She stared across the room at the wall, but I could see her brow furrowing in thought.

"I love you grandmother," I whispered again. "Beautiful . . . " I paused. "Sexy grandmother."

Julie sighed and I felt her hips twitch.

"Beautiful, hot, sexy grandmother," I whispered more urgently into her ear, brushing my fingers up and down along her spine. "Beautiful, sexy, hot grandmother who turns me on so bad."

Julie gasped again. Her legs shifted together. I saw her swallow and unclench her hands.

"You are so hot grandmother," I murmured into her ear. "You make me so horny."

I squeezed her shoulder with my hand and then dropped it onto the top of her breasts. I ran my fingers slowly across her heaving chest. I heard her stifling a moan.

"It's so hot when we fuck, grandmother," I hissed into her ear, feeling my cock swell even further with every word. "A grandson and his grandmother fucking like wild animals."

Now, Julie did moan. She dropped her hands in front of her and closed her eyes. She bit her lower lip. I could see her hips almost involuntarily starting to tremble.

"A grandson with his big fat cock stuffed inside his grandmother's pussy," I said, not bothering to whisper, my voice growing stronger and stronger.

I reached around Julie's back and grasped her arm by the wrist. I pulled it, with no resistance, behind her back and onto my cock. I wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed it. Julie groaned deeply.

"This grandson wants to fuck his grandmother day and night," I exclaimed, starting to flex my hips. "This grandson wants to shove his hard cock inside his grandmother and feel her wet, warm pussy."

Julie gasped and turned toward me, her hand tightening on my fat cock. She stared into my eyes and swallowed. I saw her eyes start to shine. She licked her lips and began stroking my cock, slowly at first and then more quickly.

"And this grandmother," she whispered roughly. "Wants to fuck her grandson. Wants to fuck him all day and all night."

I moved my lips onto hers and we kissed, opening our jaws to stuff our tongues together. Julie had moved her other hand to my cock and was jerking it savagely, grunting softly with each jerk.

"Fuck me, baby," she groaned as she drew her mouth off of mine. "Fuck your grandmother, grandson."

I moaned and pushed her onto her back. Julie was gasping as she pulled her knees up.

"Now," she groaned. "Fuck me with that big cock now!"

I pushed my hips forward and impaled her on my cock. She shouted and twisted her upper body.

"Yesssss," she shrieked. "Fuck me, son."

She bounced her hips upward to meet my cock and we began to pound against each other. My cock felt like a piece of timber. I grabbed her tits in my hands and squeezed.

"You are so fucking hot, grandma," I shouted back at her, drilling her pussy with my dick.

We bounced and rammed and crashed against each other, mindlessly fucking our brains out. Julie's big tits rolled back and forth and, gasping and sighing, she grabbed my hand and shoved my fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking them as I fucked her. I shouted and screamed. My cock, sheathed in her sopping wet pussy, grew impossibly hard. The bedroom was filled with our groans and the sound of our bodies slapping and smacking into each other.

Finally, with one tremendous yelp, I came in a massive explosion of pleasure. I ground my dick into my grandmother's pussy and squeezed her arms as I seemed to try to crawl all the way into her. Grandma squirmed and shouted and beat my back with her hands. Her body shook and vibrated. And, then, with her own answering yelp, I felt her pussy vibrate up and down my cock. Our bodies shuddered to a halt and I dropped down on top of her. Julie spread her arms and sighed.

We lay there for ten or twenty minutes, our racing hearts and trembling bodies returning to some semblance of normal. We were sealed together by sweat. At last, I felt my dick pop out of Julie's pussy. I rolled off her and took a deep breath.

She caught her breath and turned to me, gently planting a kiss on my lips.

"I love you," she whispered. "My beautiful grandson."

"I love you," I whispered back. "My beautiful grandmother."

She smiled and I felt her hand run down my abs and onto my cock.

"Say it again," she whispered.

"My beautiful, hot, sexy, incredible grandmother."

She moaned and closed her eyes, tightening her grip on my cock.

"I love to fuck my grandson," she said, her eyes still closed.

Her hand squeezed my hardening dick. I took one of her massive tits in my hand and squeezed. Then, I stroked her wide, strawberry nipple back and forth between my fingers.

"And your grandson loves to fuck you," I said in a low growl.

Julie opened her eyes and stared at me, a brazen, lascivious smile breaking out across her face.

"You know," she said with a mischievous tone. "This means we don't have to hide anything."

I pushed her onto her back and latched my mouth onto her nipple.

"Now that we're family," she said throatily. "Cliff and I should take care of our grandson."

She yanked on my dick and squeezed her shoulders together, pushing her tits into my face. I sucked her fat, thick nipple into my mouth.