Grandma and Friends
By
Rellik©

From a small child I liked visiting and staying at my grandparent’s home. The reason I suppose it was because they were always happy and my grandmother’s friends were the same. Also I got away from my two sisters and got made a fuss of. A few years later in my early teens was to get a glimpse at my grandmothers pussy.

Grandma had a bad habit of sitting with her knees wide apart and she never wore any panties. I think it was because my grandparents were very sexually active. I used to wonder what my grandfather done in the bedroom, for whenever they went in there, there was hammering on the wall. The nights I slept over it occurred at least twice a night. It wasn’t until later I discovered that it was the head of their bed hitting the wall.

As I said Grandma’s pussy was the first adult female’s pussy I saw. Sure I saw my sisters and like all children we played ‘Show me yours and I’ll show you mine’. It fascinated me with all the hair and the darker vulva lips. Sometimes the lips opened and I saw the inner pink glistening surface. I deliberately dropped things on the floor so I would have to get down looking for them. The favourite was at the dining table dropping a utensil and diving under the table.

As I got older I became more interested in women of my own age and the visits became fewer and fewer, ending up to about two a year, on her birthday and during Christmas and New Year.

At the age of twenty-three I was now a tall six feet four male and no longer the fat kid who used to visit Grandma. The past six months had been a bit of a disaster for me women wise, every woman I had picked up only lasted one date, maybe a couple lasted to the second date, but no nooky. Christmas I had spent with my mates seeing who could consume the greatest quantity of beer, so that holiday was a write off. So I decided I would visit Grandma on New Years day.

Granted I had had a few drinks to bring in the New Year so I wasn’t drunk when I arrived at Grandma’s only merry. My grandfather had died the previous year and this was the first New Year without his happy face. Her two best friends though were there, little Martha and fat Mary, which was what I called them, but only to myself. Martha was only four feet eight and thin, well she was well proportioned for her size and Mary was five feet eight and fat with enormous breasts. Grandma, Martha and Mary had all gone to school together and had remained good friends since. I doubt that they had no secrets between them.

Martha was always kidding me about her being my girlfriend and it was no different today. I towered over this little old woman whose head barely reached above my waist.

“How is your love life Charlie?” Enquired Martha before I bent down and kissed her cheek.

I kissed Mary and Grandma the same way before turning to Martha. “I think I’ll have to take you up on your past offer, I haven’t got one,” I jested.

“Well I only live two houses down and the door is always open to you lover boy.” This was always what she used to say and everyone laughed about it. Somehow I got the feeling she meant it, but hell she was as old as my Grandma.

After staying for about two hours I left. Being New Years day nothing was open and I was lost for what to do. Early evening I found myself near Grandma’s and parking the car in a side street I walked round and knocked on Martha’s door.

“Who’s there?” I heard her ask.

“Charlie, you said call round, well here I am.” I answered.

I heard the bar lift she had attached to her door and then the door swung open. Martha was dressed in a housecoat and I could see the hem of her nightdress poking out the bottom.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was so late, you’re ready for bed,” I said taking a step back to leave.

She grabbed me by the sleeve and pulled me in and then rebolted the door and replaced the bar.

“I’m not letting you get away now you have at last called,” she said smiling and toddled off into her sitting room.

“Come on surely you’re not afraid of an old woman like me,” she said seeing me still standing there.

What the hell am I doing here anyway, I was thinking to myself. Walking into her warm and cosy sitting room with the TV playing in the corner and her imitation log gas fire throwing out a warm glow.

“Maybe I should be,” I said laughing.

“Come on sit down and take off your coat and make yourself comfortable while I go make a cup of tea for us.” She said vanishing into her kitchen. She looked even smaller now without her usual shoes on.

A few minutes later she returned with two cups of tea and placed them on the coffee-table and sat down beside me on the lounge. Her hand rested on my left thigh as she watched me. She removed it to pick up her cup, but replaced it after returning the cup to the table. Still she said nothing just looking at me, I started to say something but somehow the words just wouldn’t come out. This silence was surprisingly nerve-racking as a slight smile appeared on her lips, well the corners of her mouth turned up.

“Why did you come Charlie? Do you want to shag me?” She eventually asked.

I couldn’t have answered her questions, for I didn’t know myself what prompted me to call on her. Did I want to shaft her, surely not, she was too small for me. I wonder what she would think of my eleven inch cock. No way could she take that, I thought.

“Do you want me to?” Was all I could say.

“Of course I do, I have been dropping the hints long enough, surely you know that?”

“I thought you were only teasing me.”

“Now you know different, think I’m too small for you, is that it?” She came right out with what I’d been thinking.

“Yes!”

“Don’t kid yourself, a woman can take any man, no matter how big he thinks he is,” she answered laughing at the same time, at my embarrassment as much as anything.

“Now let’s see what you have hidden here?” She said grabbing my trousers by the waist and pulling my zip down, then plunging her hand inside. It happened that fast I had no time to react.

As her small hand clasped round my semi rigid cock it burst into life with a will of its own and since the zip was undone sought the opening. There for her to see was my expanding cock, which she bent her head and kissed it on the circumcised purple head.

“Hell what a surprise, you are as big here as you are in height, this is going to be my lucky year,” she said not to me but to my cock.

Now I just sat back and let her hold it, for she was moving her small hand up and down the shaft as the other fumbled with the clip on the waist of my trousers. “Here let me,” I said undoing the clasp and releasing my trousers.

“If I can show you I can take this lovely cock will you stay the night?” She asked looking up at me.

Now this is something no other woman has ever asked me or even suggested. I usually had to work on them to get them to just open their legs, now it was I who was being propositioned. A complete roll reversal to what had occurred in the past.

“I’m all yours Martha,” I replied.

“Well take your trousers off.”

I did as she asked and sat down once again on the lounge. She then sat astride my legs but facing away from me and then I felt this tight warmth slide down the length of my cock. All the way down she went until I felt her buttocks on my stomach.

“Now just hold my hips Charlie,” she asked me.

Squatting over my cock with her feet on the lounge she moved her whole body up and down fucking herself on my cock. I’ve never fucked a woman this way before, but it was obvious that Martha knew what she was doing. I couldn’t help it; I started lifting and lowering her on my cock, slowing her down slightly so I could prolong the lovely tight feeling. I imagine this would be the same feeling one got from fucking a young teenager for she was even smaller than them.

In the past I ignored Martha, and I’m finding out she is as good a fuck, maybe even better than the ones I usually try it on with. One thing I’m fucking her raw and there is no fear of pregnancy, this is the best part about it. Now I was starting to rock my hips in time with Martha and then I blasted my load inside her. Almost six months build up exploded into her tight pussy as I let out a loud sigh with the relief.

“Well Charlie, believe me now?”

“Martha that was fantastic, you have convinced me and I’ll definitely stop the night and any other night you want me to.”

“At one time in my life I would have said every night, but now and again will suit me fine,” she said giving her hips a wriggle and tightening her stomach muscles, gripping me like a third hand.

I lifted her off and turned her around to face me, she was smiling and shaking her head slightly.

“You have a lot to learn about women Charlie. Leave your cock in, a woman likes to feel a cock inside her, she will let you out when she wants to,” she said holding my face in her hands. Then she leant forward and kissed me on the lips, not the little peck as usual, for now we were more than just friends. I hugged her to me and returned her kiss.

“Thank you Charlie, you have really made me feel alive again, shall we go up to bed now?”

When in bed Martha lay on top of me and then I felt my cock once again being enveloped in her warm pussy as she just slid down my body, resting her head on my chest. That is the way we lay all night, me buried inside her. I didn’t want to disturb her and really she was no weight at all. Listening to her breathing sent me to sleep and I was awakened by the wonderful sensation of being fucked by her in the morning. One thing about Martha you didn’t need to do anything, she did it all herself.

Unfortunately I had to go to work that day, so once I had unloaded I had to get up and dash home, get changed to get to work. For once unable to even down a cup of coffee for breakfast. Hell I had never been in a situation before like I had with Martha and that made me want to get back there again. That hope was dashed well for a week anyway, for at lunchtime my cell phone rang.

“Charlie, I’m sorry I have to take a rain check for the next week. My sister is ill and I’m going up to look after her, she lives alone and there is only the two of us. I’ll give you a ring when I get back.”

“How did you get my number?”

“From your grandmother, she got it from your mother. See it doesn’t take a woman long to find out all your secrets,” she said killing the call.

On the way home I got another call, this time from my grandmother in my message bank, for I turn my phone off when I am working. 

“Charlie I have to see you this evening it’s urgent.” Call timed at 3:20pm today, said the electronic voice.

I wonder what is so urgent, I thought. So after showering and putting on clean clothes I drove around to my grandmother’s home. She must have been waiting by the door, for no sooner did the bell ring than the door was opened.

“What’s so urgent Grandma?”

“You bastard, you were screwing Martha all night,” she said lifting her index finger and waving it in my face.

“So, what is wrong in that,” I answered, not denying it for I’m sure it was Martha who had told her.

“What about me, I’m your kin. Did you ever consider that I may have wanted you to share my bed? It isn’t as if I’m at the breeding age, so no babies would come into this world. Almost a year now since your grandfather passed away, we had sex at least three times a week until the day he died and to be cut off dead like that just isn’t good for a woman.” She said with a serious look on her face.

I couldn’t believe I was hearing what she was saying. She was bollocking me for not considering shafting her, hell what were these oldies; sex maniacs?

“You want me to have sex with you?” I said pointing at her.

“Martha tells me you are really big as well; never had sex with a big man before. Well what do you say Charlie. I know you used to look up my dress, but all young lads like to look at a pussy, so what harm was there in it?” She said smiling.

“Tell me something why do you not wear knickers?”

“Your grandfather always was after a feel and I had that many panties torn I stopped wearing them. See still don’t.” She said lifting her dress showing off her bushy pussy.

I must have gone red for she started laughing.

“If you agree you’ll get more than a look Charlie.”

I sat down in my grandfather’s chair with a smile on my face. Who would believe me, surely this is a dream. Now sitting opposite me was my grandmother sitting as usual with her knees wide apart and the hem of her dress tight above the knees. I could just see the hairs of her crotch from where I sat.

“What have I got to lose?” I answered.

“Are you going to take over from your grandfather?”

“It looks like it, I’m even sitting in his chair.”

“You know you have more than me to look after?”

“What do you mean?” I asked now even surprised more than ever.

“You know your mother came up here once a week, well what do you think she came for?”

“You don’t mean….” I said not daring to finish what was going through my mind.

“Since she was a teenager, she loved her dad,” Grandma said.

“Oh God!” I said.

“Then there is Mary, dad had a soft spot for Mary, he felt sorry for her, never having been married.”

“You never objected?”

“She is my best friend, we shared everything together. Martha was married she had her own man, but I think she drove him to his grave.”

“I could never handle all these women?” I replied.

“Typical younger generation, no stamina at all, your grandfather managed. The say the more a man gets the more years he can stay at it, we will help you stay at it Charlie have no fear.”

“I’ll be a wreck in no time?”

“No you won’t we will look after you. I bet your mother will be pleased when I tell her you are taking over from your grandfather, she’ll be creaming herself.”

Somehow I couldn’t imagine my mother creaming herself, I couldn’t even imagine her having sex. She looked the typical middle-aged housewife, always fussing over my father and I never heard their bed head banging on the wall and I was in the room adjoining. I must admit when I was younger I had dreamt about screwing her, but that soon passed. Now it appears I may get the chance to actually sink my cock back into the hole that gave me birth. Then I remembered I was born by caesarean and I never got near her pussy even at birth, so it would be a first there also. All these thoughts went through my mind in a nano second as I listened to my Grandma chatter on.

Then she came over and sat on my knee, took my hand and placed it between her legs under her dress. I wasn’t going to let Gran dictate the way I acted like Martha did. This was no longer a relative, but a mature woman and a man engaging in preparation for the sex act. I put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards me and kissing her. She let go of my hand and placed it at the back of my head and pulled me closer to her. At the same time my right-hand had slipped all the way up her thighs and I had her vulva capped in my hand. Now I felt I was in command of the situation and I must admit I liked the way she kissed.

“What am I to call you, I can’t call you Grandma now.”

“No, it just wouldn’t be right, it’s Tina from now on and don’t you dare take your hand away from there,” she said planting another kiss on my lips.

Now I had my hand on the pussy I used to look at all those years ago and it felt as good as any I have felt in the past. This time there was no struggling to get the legs parted as has been the case in the past. I think it is all part of the game that women play, they want you to shaft them, but must somehow put up some resistance. Tina knew what she wanted and was not acting the virgin maiden. When I slipped a finger into her vagina I discovered she was almost dripping.

“Now we have settled to what we both want, what about you taking me to your bed,” I asked.

“I thought you would never ask,” she said slipping off my knee.

Now I saw Tina in all her glory, standing naked in front of me. I took hold of a hand in each of mine and held them up and viewed her body. I have seen worse bodies on twenty year old women. Even her breasts were hardly any sag at all, granted they had lost the firmness of a younger woman, but there was nothing wrong with them. Her hips flared from her waist and I loved the fact that she hadn’t butchered her pubic hairs except for the fact she had trimmed their length only.

I let her drop back onto the bed and I got down on my knees, opened her legs, and started to kiss my way up. Tina lifted her legs so that her feet were flat on the bed as I kissed the soft inner surface of her thighs. I could hear her sucking in her breath through clenched teeth and a quivering in her thighs. I loved the smell of a woman as I neared the pussy I had often gazed at when I compared her to my two sister’s bare pussies.

Now I clamped my mouth onto the blood filed lips of her pussy thrusting my tongue between the lips and drawing it up the slit. Tina’s thighs were beating a tattoo on my ears and the feel of the soft flesh was even sexier than I ever imagined. Reaching up I took a breast in my hand and gently squeezed rolling my thumb over the rigid nipple.

Tine had a handful of my hair and was trying to pull me up. I done as she wanted and as I reached her pussy with my cock I guided it between the lips and sunk in feeling the warmth slowly surround my cock as I slid up her moist pussy. Now I was feeling the lovely feeling of being clasped by the soft skin of her vagina. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would be in this position. Not only that Tina had her arms around my neck and was gazing into my eyes as I slid out of her moist pussy.

Wrapping her legs around my body let me drive my large cock deep into her pussy. Now I knew why the bed made such a loud noise for Tina was thrusting her hips hard onto my cock. She was very aggressive in her movements as my cock thrust deep into her.

“Charlie you are far bigger than your grandfather and you have filled me more than I ever thought possible, but I love this feeling. Please keep calling on me and letting me have this feeling. You are more than filling your grandfather’s shoes as far as I’m concerned anyway.”

I loved being told I was given her satisfaction and drove me on to thrust even harder, for I realised Tina loved feeling my cock being driven deep into her.

“Why don’t you come and stay here with me, I will take care of you Charlie and I’m sure Mary will too. Grace wouldn’t mind, in fact I bet she would be in favour.”

“Why would my mother agree to that?” I said and then I exploded my load into her. For a few minutes after I didn’t want to speak or even listen to Tina.

“She can’t really drop her knickers to you when your sisters and father is in the house can she?” Tina explained. “Live here and she knows no one worries.”

“I’m an untidy slob Tina.”

“What man isn’t, please come I want you here with me. Surely you can keep your own grandmother company?”

“Surely this isn’t my grandmother I have my dick up at the present time?”

“No way, this is Tina, not your grandmother a frail old woman,” she said with a laugh.

“I’m glad about that, for that would be shocking,” I said giving another thrust to let her know I wasn’t soft yet.

This was two elderly women I’d shafted now and both put to shame their younger sisters. I doubt if I will ever go back to shagging them, when there are these older women around. 

In just fifteen minutes I was hard again. I think it was the thought that it was my grandmother I had been shafting that made me hard. This time though I wanted to shaft her my favourite way. I must have Red Indian blood in me for they too practiced ‘Doggy style’. Without even asking her I turned her onto her face and then hooked my arms under her hips and lifted her to her knees. In the subdued light of the night light was the best sight in the world, two lovely round buttocks with the little plump mound below. That little mound just begged to me punctured and that was where I aimed my shaft holding it in an open palm the knob slid in and I watched it sink in until her buttocks slapped against my groin.

Tina was surely a great fuck and eagerly drove her plump buttocks back into me as I drove my cock in. We slammed together and the feeling was that intense I had to hold onto the ridge of her hips to steady myself. It was the sound of my cock slurping in and out of her juicy pussy that really turned me on, for now there was no friction and was all pleasure, for both of us. Tina was ohing and ahing every time I thrust deep into her, her cervix giving added stimuli as it crashed into the head of my cock. I felt I was completely filling her body, providing her with a cock backbone. I almost hated the climax, for that ended the pleasure until another time.

Instead of falling on top of her Tina sat back onto my lap as I wrapped my arms around her hugging her two lovely breasts in my hands. She had her hands over mine with her head on my shoulder.

“That was even better than the last time Charlie; oh I hope we can go on doing this for years.”

“I hope so also, I also hope I can do as good a job as Grandad did.”

“I think you are better than him by a long way. Martha says she felt she was riding on clouds when you fucked her, now I know how she felt.”

Two nights we fucked our brains out and the third night I was that knackered I fell asleep on the lounge waking early in the morning with Tina placing a cooked breakfast on a small table. I had moved in as she asked, the day after our first encounter, and it was like heaven.

Another thing I noticed at work was that women who had ignored me in the past now came up and chatted. There were the over forty women, the ones us younger men usually ignored. What was there now about me that have made them become so friendly. Is it something women can detect that men can’t? Do they know I’m shafting older women, I wish I knew.

That evening when I got home Mary was sitting in the sitting room, perched on the edge of the lounge, dressed in a silky baggy floral dress. Her hair looked as if she had just been to the stylists, but then her hair was always well groomed. Round her neck was the usual three strings of pearls, which she wore as long as I can remember. Even with the baggy dress her enormous breasts could easily be seen. No amount of bra could ever contain her heavy breasts.

“Evening Charlie, I was waiting on you. “ She said as I walked in. Since Tina was out shopping I was the only one who would be arriving at this time, so it was obviously me she was waiting for.

“Don’t tell me, you have been told I’m taking over where my grandfather left off, and you want to continue too?” I got in before she could say anything.

“Well, yes that was what I was going to mention,” she spluttered trying to find the words.

“I told Tina I would and I mean it, but I want to come to your home, not here.” I replied.

“Well that was where we used to meet every Thursday evening,” she said the words trailing off.

“This being Thursday, you would like to start again. That’s fine with me, but I need something to eat first.”

“That’s the other thing, I have a meal all prepared, like I used to do, your grandfather loved my steak and kidney pie.”

“Why didn’t you say, I love that as well,” I said holding out my hand to help her up. “Here let me help you on with your coat, or you’ll catch a death of cold going outside in that thin dress.”

She giggled and shrugged her shoulders as I said that to her. We left and crossed over the road to her house and after we entered the front door I slipped my hand up her dress from the rear and cupped her pussy, through her knickers. The crotch was wet and sticky with her secretions. The other thing I found out was she had the plumpest vulva I have ever felt.

She stopped right there and opened her legs as I pushed the leg of her knickers to one side and slipped a finger into her vagina and rotated it. She then leant back onto my chest and rolled her large broad bottom. By this time, I was as hard as an iron bar, so I lifted the hem of her dress and threw it over her back. Hooking my fingers in the top of her knickers, I drew them down her legs, as they fell to the floor she stepped out of them.

Undoing my trousers was easy and she knew what was coming for she bent over and placed her hands on the steps of the stairway as I slipped into her well moistened pussy. She was tighter than Martha and must have weighed three times Martha’s weight, but her bottom was lovely and soft as I thrust deep and hard into her soft warm pussy. No wonder my grandfather shagged Mary, she was the softest of the three of them and the most eager to get a cock into her.

Holding on to her hips, I thrust deep sinking into the soft flesh of her bottom. I was like a mad dog thrusting harder and harder and still she stood there letting me do it without any movement on her part. I liked my women to at least show some enthusiasm and not just stand like a lump of meat. I felt I would have got more reaction from any prostitute I could pick up on the street.

The lack of emotions on her part didn’t stop me though for emptying my stored up sperm into her pussy. When I had finished she just moved her hips forward pulling me out and adjusted her dress,

“That was very nice Charlie, you are a big man aren’t you,” she said patting me on the cheek as she made her way into her kitchen.