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Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2009 02:50:32 +0000
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SUNNING GRANDMA
My mother had asked me to stop by her mother's house on my way home
from my friend's house to pick up a crocheting book. Both my mother
and my grandmother were really into crocheting, and they traded these
cornball little magazines with all kind of intricate little designs
and patterns in them. The magazines came with not only pictures, but
detailed instructions, written in code, on how to crochet whatever you
wanted. Don't spread it around, but I had even tried it myself. It's
not a masculine thing to do, true, but it sure was interesting.
I stopped by my grandmother's house, and there was no answer at the
door. I wondered where the world she was. Her car was neatly parked
in the driveway. I decided that she must be around back, out there by
the pool, swimming or sunning herself, or maybe even crocheting.
I went around to the side of the house and let myself in through the
gate, and I opened the side gate and went walking around the house to
the back patio. Sure enough, there she was. I wasn't prepared,
though for what met my eyes. I had seen her in a bathing suit before,
but never one like she wore today.
Her tits seemed to flow out of the top of her bikini, straining at the
tight little triangles of material holding in her massive melons. She
lay facing away from me, and I watched in fascination as she opened a
squeeze bottle of ointment and reached up to her chest and began
rubbing the ointment into her skin. What really fascinated me,
though, was the fact that she had obviously made the bikini herself.
It was netted, and I could see through it. Her big, brown nipples
were fully visible, with only little thin strands of material crossing
over them in a netted pattern.
That's some stitching you did there, Grandma, I thought, reaching down
and adjusting my suddenly growing cock. Yes, indeed.
The movement of my hands going to my cock must have caught her
attention out of the corner of her eye. She suddenly turned toward
me, a momentary look of surprise on her face quickly turning into a
glance of recognition.
"Hey, Clyde, come on over here," she said with a smile.
I walked over to her, trying to keep my eyes off her massive tits,
while at the same time, keeping my hands in front of me, trying to
hide my growing cock in my shorts.
"Hi, Grandma," I said.
"Hey, do you like the suit I made?" she asked, sitting up. Her
massive titties spilled forth, and it was almost as if she sat there
naked. I looked farther down, and I could see that her suit bottom
had come from the same pattern. Her pussy hairs poked out in all
directions, a giant forest of dark gray and black hairs sticking out
willy-nilly, escaping in all directions away from her massively hairy
thatch.
I swallowed. My cock suddenly jumped, looking at her bush. "Yes,
Grandma," I said, "it's very, uh, nice," I said. I didn't want to add
that she would have been arrested if she shown up in that in any
public place, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
She reached beside her and looked at the bottle of ointment sitting
there. She picked it up and handed it to me.
"Would you rub this on my back when I turn over?"
"Sure, I'll rub your back." Or anywhere else I can put my hands, I
thought. I wished she had asked if I would rub her tits. Hell, I
thought, her tits could burn, too.
She sat up and leaned toward me as I sat on one of her patio chairs.
Her tits fell toward me, pressing against the thin pattern holding
them in one place. I could plainly see her nipples poking through it.
I knew that she knew that I was staring at her massive tits, and I saw
her take a quick glance at my crotch. My hard-on made an obvious tent
in the material of my shorts. She smiled a little and licked her
lips.
She turned over and lay on her stomach. From my angle, I could see
her tits being pushed upward, toward me. I adjusted my throbbing cock
and put some ointment on my hands.
She reached around and undid the tiny string holding her knit-work top
to her bosom. My cock jumped in my shorts as I rubbed the greasy
ointment into her skin. I rubbed her back, then moved down her back
to her thighs. As she parted her legs, I could see pussy hairs
sticking out of the fabric on the sides and through the fabric's criss
cross pattern. One edge of her pussy lips was visible, and I nearly
came in my pants as I rubbed closer and closer to her cunt.
"All right," I said, my voice not my own. "Turn over, and I'll rub
some on the rest of you."
She turned over with a smile, letting the bikini top just fall away.
Her massive tits hung over the sides of her chest, her nipples erect
and hard, each about the size of a silver dollar. They were bright
red, sticking out about a half an inch. Even the little bumps at the
edges of her areolas were erect. My heart leaped into my chest, and
my cock damn near leaped out of my shorts. This was one hell of an
unexpected surprise.
"I don't want tan lines," she said with a laugh, "and with this, I'd
gets lots and lots of them." I wasted no time, no preliminaries. I
didn't even put ointment on my hands. I just reached down and pinched
her nipples. I leaned forward, taking one nipple into my mouth as I
massaged her other massive melon and tweaked her nipple between my
finger and thumb.
I felt her fingers at the snap to my shorts, and I moved a hand down
to her bikini bottom. She had my cock out, stroking it, as I felt her
pubic mound beneath my fingers. She lifted her knees and slipped her
bottom off, and I kicked my shorts away.
I put my mouth on her other nipple and sucked, and she moaned her
gratification. I could feel her hand pulling my cock toward her
pussy, and I felt the warm, wet opening of her hairy hole as she moved
her hands to my ass, pushing my crotch forward. I entered her,
shoving my cock into her all the way, as far as it would go.
I began to thrust, and her writhing and thrusting matched mine. We
built up a very fast rhythm, her moaning in my ears and my heavy
breathing making the scene nearly like something from an adult film.
I could feel my balls rise up in their sac as I was about to cum, and
she began to jerk, with spasms making her tits bounce like jelly. We
came together, with her shouting "Fuck!" in my ears.
We lay there, feeling my cum drip out of her cunt. I pulled away, my
stiff prick still hard. I moved up her body and pressed her tits
together, my cock between them. I moved in and out of the hole I had
made, riding her tits, fucking her by pressing her tits together. I
sped up, and the sight of her massive tits and nipples, with my cock
moving in and out of the tunnel, made me cum again. I moved forward,
shooting my load of cum on her neck. She moved her chin down, her
open mouth catching a few drops of cum.
I lay beside her in the sun. Neither of us spoke for a long, long
time.
"I came to get that magazine, you know, the latest patterns," I
reminded her.
She nodded. "Check out the pattern on this," she said, grabbing the
back of my head, pushing it toward her crotch.
I checked it out, all right.
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