Grandma's Story
By J Bellamy

Chapter Five - The Bridge Group


It was Tuesday Afternoon and the drive was full of 
cars.  "Ooops, Gram's got her bridge club today," Jeff 
muttered to himself driving up to the house.  He 
actually liked Isabel's friends as it turned out and 
they seemed to enjoy teasing him and flirting with 
him.  They had a great pleasure in making sexy 
comments with a big wink at his youthful nervousness.  
Sometimes he didn't know how to handle their sexual 
allusions, but mostly he just played along as the 
superannuated teenage "aw shucks" image.  They were 
three  attractive older women, four including his 
grandma Isabel, who was the most beautiful of all.  
Besides, they were of the old fashioned school and 
tended to dress well and most importantly dressed like 
women,  ---- real women!  Jeff liked that.  They had 
all been friends for years and had been a part of his 
upbringing with Grandma.  Each demanded to be known as 
his auntie as part of their long being part of their 
family!

"There's our handsome sex symbol, girls, 
hheeeeeerrrrrreeee's JEFFIE,"  it was Ellen, gorgeous, 
slim Ellen.  She kept her fifty some body in terrific 
shape, working out, dieting, roller-blading, dieting, 
working out, etc.   The rest of the time she spent 
talking.  She was really very witty and one of the 
more aggressive in making sexy remarks to him. 

All of the "girls" made a big fuss over them and he 
circled the table giving each a hug  in turn.   "Hi 
Gram, my class was cancelled, hope I'm not in the 
way."   Isabel just smiled and returned his hug.  She 
couldn't get a word in edgewise, anyway.  He glimpsed 
her golden nyloned legs where her skirt was hiked half 
way up her thighs.  "Lovely," he thought!  She held 
the hug possessively against the  side of her breast 
while their banter continued.

"In the way, listen to handsome, ...........in the 
way?  Hey sweetheart, it is about time we had some 
masculinity around here.  We may make you do the 
Chippendales bit later!!!"  This was from Auntie 
Millie, a little on the brassy side, also a little bit 
overweight, but it came off well on her.  Her large 
breasts suited her body and she looked nicely rounded, 
instead of chubby.  Jeff thought he felt a hint of 
tongue as he bent to taste her bright red lipstick and 
enjoyed a peak down the inviting cleavage to the firm 
support of a white bra. "Probably a Maidenform Cross 
your Heart, " he thought.

"Now Millie, that is the best, and maybe only good 
idea I have ever heard you utter!  How about it girls, 
anyone got a dollar to stuff in gorgeous Jeffie's 
briefs?"
This was Jan, the pretty brunette with lots of steel 
gray mixed in with darker strands of her hair.  She 
was stunning, with a lovely dark complexion, pearly 
white teeth and a great smile, always evident.

"Alright, alright, you ladies are always promising to 
keep me from my studies,  ............  but you always 
chicken out at the last minute!   Who wants to go to 
the homecoming dance with me?"  All four hands went up 
and he laughed loudly.  "Now that would be something.  
I'd be famous, and the most envied guy in the school!"  
It was fun returning their banter and he was a lot 
more comfortable with these familiar older women than 
he could ever be with girls his own age.  "Funny about 
that", he thought to himself.

"Come on, Jeff,  play with us!" Auntie Ellen wheedled.  
"Come on, Jeff, we need a man, so bad in this 
foursome!" she grinned.  The double meaning was 
joking, but there was a certain edge to it which he 
didn't miss.  

Ellen's breasts were medium sized and looked large 
against her lithe, slim frame.  She had been 
overweight once some years ago and now was watchful of 
any extra calories.  He always noticed her nipples 
standing out through most things she wore, sweaters 
especially, ........  as she was dressed today.  Her 
breasts were perfect halves of a large orange with 
nipples perfectly mounted. They had  that lovely curve 
familiar on the underside of an older woman's breast, 
one of the most beautiful natural curves in nature.  
"Far surpassing the Golden Gate Bridge" he found 
himself thinking.  

Ellen smiled unselfconsciously at the attention he was 
giving her breasts and he quickly looked away when he 
knew he had been caught.

"Sorry, I'm off to study, girls, I'd love to play, but 
you know how it is." He headed for the couch in the 
family room, listening to their continuing 
complimentary comments following him down the hall.  

He was lying on the floor when Ellen came down the 
hall a few minutes later.  

"I'm dummy" she explained, standing over him.  She 
stood quite close, craning her neck to see what he was 
reading.  "Psychology,  eh?  Always liked that in 
school"  She stood quite close and Jeff rolled on his 
back.  He could see up the long sleek nylon covered 
columns of her legs.  His view ended in a darkness 
about half way up her thighs.  She looked alluring and 
somehow he sensed the warmth that would be there if he 
could just put his hand there to test it.  In his mind 
he thought over the softness, the scent, the warmth 
that would combine into pure emotion there.  She 
didn't move away from his staring. 

She was carrying a shopping bag.  "I want to show you 
some treasures from my shopping, I need a man's 
viewpoint," she leered.  She knelt beside him and 
reached into the bag.  "This won't embarrass you will 
it, Jeff?  I bought myself some treats at Victoria's 
Secret today!!!  Look at these,   what do you think?  
Am I ready to go to the Ball or not?"  

She held a pair of silken panties our to him, trailing 
them against her legs like a jeweler showing a diamond 
bracelet, --always against an attractive piece of 
velvet or something  -- in this case these nice tan 
thighs.  "Aren't they silky?  Here, feel."

She guided his hand to the crotch where she ran her 
finger along to demonstrate the lacy white garment 
with a few inter-twined roses scattered across them.  
"And look, a matching push up bra!" She held it 
against her breasts for the effect and smiled at him 
again.

"Uhhhh,   yeah, very nice Auntie Ell, very nice!' he 
choked out as he felt his cock rising in his pants at 
the sight of the undies and the thought of them on 
Ellen.

"And look at this!"  She offered a longer garment with 
bra cups at the top and garters trailing down her legs 
at the bottom. "what do you think of this?  She stood 
as if modeling it, pressing the garter snap in place 
on her thigh.

"Come on, Dummy, we're ready to play in here! "Came 
the command from the other room.

She scooped the goodies up and into the bag, leaving 
it behind next to him.  He caught a glimpse, a long 
one he thought, up her thighs all the way to white 
panties covered with sheer pantyhose unencumbered with 
a cotton crotch, just the seam running up the center, 
pulling the panties into the split between her thighs.  
Ellen squatted in that position, opening her thighs a 
little more for him to gaze enchanted up her skirt to 
the chapel he mightily wanted to explore!  His hard on 
strained against his pants.  She put her hand on his 
chest pressing against him as she stood up.  "See you 
later, Sweetie.   Glad you liked my lingerie!" again 
he thought it might be a double meaning.

He moaned and rolled over on his stomach, groaning 
slightly at the growing pain in his balls from all 
this teasing.

Still later, his grandma came in.  Isabel is one of 
those beautiful women who is lucky and gets more 
attractive well  into their fifties.  The combination 
of a good, now softening shape, good posture and 
impeccable grooming keep them attracting the stares 
and admiration of men of all ages and perhaps 
especially of young men like Jeff.  

Isabel had an impish expression and he knew that 
something was up. 

 "I'm dummy" she too explained her absence from the 
game.  She assumed the position that Ellen had just 
used when she left him.  Jeff found himself staring 
sideways along Gram's opulent legs, the good quality 
nylon's glistening and her gleaming white panties at 
the end of the long path to heaven grabbing his eyes.  
Her nylons were real nylon stockings ending two thirds 
of the way up her thighs.  He knew she wore them these 
days because he liked the old fashioned nylons so much 
better than pantyhose when he caught a glimpse.

She said in a conspiratorial tone, "How would you feel 
about shocking the girls by taking them up on the 
invitation to do a Chippendales imitation?  They are 
all old friends, so maybe you wouldn't feel too shy?  
It would make it the most memorable bridge game on 
record!"

"Oh, I don't know!   Wow, I've never done anything 
like that.  I can't dance" he felt the red rise along 
his neck and into his face.  He'd have sat up in shock 
if he didn't love the view up Isabel's thighs so much.

"Well, it would be fun ....... Come on, it's all among 
friends, Jeff.  Think about your poker party and my 
scandalous behavior!!!"  she said mockingly.

"Yeah, but you're gorgeous, Gram.  Look at me."

Sweetheart, you are beautiful to our eyes.  Your 
gorgeous young male body and your lovely hardness 
bulging in your pants.  You really turn their heads!"  
And then to clinch it, she said, " I bought you 
something that would make a good Chippendale costume!" 
she whispered the last in his ear.  Her breath in her 
ear was always a terrible turn on.  "What do you say?"

"OK, Gram, if you think it's OK, I guess it's OK with 
me.   Where is the costume?'

"It's in a little bag on your bed."

He found the bag and took out the smallest g-string he 
had ever seen.  It didn't look big enough.  He 
stripped and pulled the shiny black band securely up 
around his balls.  He had such an erection he had a 
hard time subduing it and getting it packed inside the 
pouch of the garment.  He had to sit down and try to 
relax so that it got flexible enough to fit.  He 
looked at himself in the mirror and smiled that he was 
just liable to be a smash.  After all, it was kind of 
like a swimsuit, except for the way it split the 
crease of his ass, of course.

In the closet, he found a black bow tie left over from 
a wedding dress-up event and snapped it in place 
around his neck to finish off the costume. 

Jeff appeared with one bare leg stuck out around the 
wall and yelled "yoo-hoo, girls!"  The catcalls began.  
Isabel turned up the music with a decided beat and he 
danced into view.  The cards were all thrown in and 
the chairs pushed back.   The girls were like one of 
those audiences you see on TV all eyes and shouts.

After a few bumps and grinds, he headed back for 
shelter, but they wouldn't have it. 

"Wait a minute, you have to come to the edge of the 
stage for your tips, Jeff." Auntie Ellen shouted, 
"I've been to one of these shows!"  She started 
clapping her hands rhythmically while the others got 
out their purses and searched for bills.

"Tens are OK, girls and no change given!!" he laughed.

He began making the rounds, first to Ellen, who hiked 
up her skirt  over her lovely nyloned thighs and 
spread her legs so he could walk up to her.  He 
noticed her perfume wafting up from the heat of her 
body.  Jeff did a bump and grind in front of her 
popping eyes which stayed hungrily on his full pouch, 
then reached to slowly tuck a bill down the front of 
him.  He felt her nails scrap along the top of his 
cock as she pushed all of it in to the pouch, leaving 
only a quarter inch sticking out. 

"Ellen, you'll be jailed for child abuse," Millie 
shouted " if you go any further."

Jan chimed in, "yes Ellen leave some for us!"  Jeff 
approached her.  She was a little more modest or else 
it was a tighter skirt.  She turned to the side and 
pulled him close by the band of his shorts.  "come to 
me, big guy!  I    llllloooove it"  Her warm hand went 
in deeply too, carrying a 5$ bill with it and 
lingering in the curly hair above his prick, then 
tickling him just at the base of it for good measure.  
Jeff's leg was pressed tightly against her soft thigh 
and her dress so silky to his touch was very sexy.  
She hugged him close and his cock felt her lovely 
breasts in the firm bra holding their softness so 
elegantly prominent.

The music swelled to enhance his grind as he walked 
around the table, showing them the cheeks of his ass 
to their shouts of encouragement.  He bent at the 
waist, mooning them.  This brought their laughing 
gales of bravos.  He slipped the center strap out and 
to the side, teasing them with the fullness of the 
crack of his ass.  They were almost exhausted with 
laughing and cheering by now.

He moved on to receive his tip from Millie, good old 
ample Millie.  Millie had an aggressive approach, 
slipping her bill up from the side of his shorts, 
touching his balls on the way to fondling his cock 
lightly.  It was rock hard by now.  Millie pressed a 
big kiss on his navel and started south to the mocking 
pleasure of the others.  She stopped just in time and 
pressed him instead to her full breasts in a bear hug. 

 Jeff's eyes must have bulged a little because the 
girls shouted "Hey,  I think he likes that Millie, 
better back off!"  Millie wasn't through yet, though, 
pulling Jeff onto her lap, hiking up her skirt before 
him.  Jeff sighed with pleasure at the nylon thighs 
against his bare legs.  He squirmed closer and pressed 
her head against his chest triumphantly.  She gently 
nibbled his nipple, sending a sharp shiver to his 
spine.

That left Isabel.  What to do, here he wondered?  It 
was Gram, you know.  But Isabel gently tugged him her 
way and demurely tucked her bill into the side band of 
his shorts and pulled him down for a kiss on her 
bright red lips.  "Thanks,  honey, you were great!  
What a finale to our game"

"Best yet," the others joined in.  "Do you rent the 
act out Isabel?" asked Ellen, her face a little 
flushed and her nipples definitely spiking against her 
blouse.

Jeff headed upstairs as they said their good-byes.  He 
had a terry robe on when he came back down to join 
Isabel picking up the table.  

"Oh, I was afraid you were going to forget to give 
your old Grandma a show too!"

"I'd never leave you out, Gram!" and he dropped the 
robe and resumed his dance for her.  She sat on a soft 
hassock looking beautiful, her nyloned knees gleaming 
and slightly parted. As he approached, she opened 
wider and pulled her skirt high enough for the 
stocking tops to show.  Jeff could read the Christian 
Dior labels across the dark tops above the narrow 
little light colored stripes banding her thighs.  Jeff 
thought it was a marvelous sight, along with glimpsing 
the tight pouting sexiness of her pubic mound under 
the white panties.

"Wow, Gram you look beautiful. .......... Just 
beautiful.   " he stopped dancing and just looked at 
her.  She clapped her hands for more of a dance.  He 
obliged by moving between her legs and doing a bump in 
her direction, his now engorged cock aching in the 
constraint of his cup.  She reached out and kissed him 
on the prominent bulge, then slipped her finger under 
the band and down between his legs, teasing his 
scrotum with her fingernail.  

Isabel pulled him closer, clamping him against her 
lovely breasts.  Some how she had found time to sneak 
away and slip out of her bra, so the soft resilience 
of her breasts against his urgently hard cock felt 
delicious.  His young body contrasted its hardness to 
her mature, soft but firm and opulent feeling body.  
She kept his cock cradled between her breasts, 
reaching to loose the buttons and let him glide deep 
in the valley between her twin peaks with their double 
curves -- one graceful soft one of her slightly 
pendulous breast and the other a more insistent small 
curve of her aureole highlighting the jutting, long 
nipples so proudly ready for him  to suckle.  Jeff 
thought he could nurse on them all night long and 
still not have enough.  

"Umm,     ...... you feel so good there between my 
tits honey; ..... so hot and hard.  Is that cup making 
you ache to get free?"  she slipped it down, releasing 
his rampant cock and watching it spring to attention 
straight in front of him - now pointed directly at 
Isabel's lips.

She took his cock into her warm mouth, stopping to 
hold just the head of it and suck on it, like a nice 
dark red Tootsie Pop.  Her mouth produced a pool of 
saliva which bathed him in warmth, contrasting with 
the length of shaft still in the coolness of the room.  
She lifted the heaviness of his balls and he thought 
he would go right through the ceiling with excitement.  
Isabel kept him like that, enjoying the taste of him 
and the velvet like smoothness of his cock head, 
feeling it all around with her mouth. She turned her 
brown eyes up to him, watching the pleasure sweep 
across his face. 

Jeff's hands found her breasts and lifted them.  
"squeeze them, sweetheart, go ahead, squeeze them,   
that's it ..... a little harder ..... ah 
.....yes....."  then she turned again to play with his 
cock with her tongue, this time, carefully slipping 
its proud length all the way into her mouth.  She 
choked a little, but then adjusted  and made way for 
it to slip into her throat as if it were her cunt.  
Jeff's hand tangled in her hair to pull her to him and 
to keep his cock deep in her throat.  Isabel moved her 
head slightly to twirl around his lovely hardness - 
fresh young hardness,  steely hardness and firmness.  
She didn't want him to cum yet, so she carefully 
released him and pressed his cock between her tits for 
a few moments of luxury, spreading the wetness from 
his cock onto her chest.

"That was lovely of you Jeff,. To give those old girls 
a show!   They love you and they loved the show.  
Thanks!   And ...... now, ................ 
........maybe I should give you a show?

"YES!" he exulted, slipping into a chair and gazing at 
her nylons held taut by her garter snaps and her 
panties made taut by her pubic mound and pouting lips 
of her full pussy.  She smiled at his interest, and 
getting to her feet, she danced lightly before him to 
the music.  She lifted her skirt to show her stocking 
tops and the elastic garter reaching to hold them up, 
then higher until the lacy whiteness of her panties 
came into view.  They were not bikinis, but sort of 
mid sized, hip huggers he thought they were called.  
"perfect name",  he thought, smiling at the patch of 
hair just visible under the sheerness of her panties.  
The band of his own  costume was stretched tight under 
his balls, holding them out at an angle below his 
cock.  It felt like the whole area was about to 
explode.

Isabel, slipped off her skirt and laid it aside.  She 
slipped her half-slip down in time to the music and 
turned to show him her full, pleasantly curving ass, 
swaying seductively in time to the music.  He watched 
the way the panties clung so snuggly to their cargo, 
revealing the crease between her buns through their 
sheerness.  Isabel slipped them slowly down the 
swelling curve of her hips turning around to show all 
her complicated curves, her hairy patch of a triangle, 
now showing a little gray making it even more 
attractive to Jeff.   He loved its covering of her 
secret warm loving tunnel.  The panties were down to a 
straight line across just below the vee that defined 
her pussy and Isabel stopped for the effect, tilting 
her head and slanting her hips to show off to him.  As 
Jeff's eyes lingered on the sexiness of the silk, she 
slipped them down her thighs and to the floor.  

Jeff noted that she had put her panties on over the 
garter belt so she could take them off and leave her 
stockings in place.   She knew that would please him.  
It made him feel important and loved.  Nude now, 
except for her nylons and heels, she stood in front of 
him.  He slipped one of the bills from his pouch into 
the waistband of her garterbelt and she wriggled her 
hips and giggled as a thank you.

Jeff's hands took the pleasureful stroll up her nylons 
to her pussy and parted her legs.  He kissed the 
graying hair at her apex, drinking in the combined 
scent of her now moistening pussy and her perfume.  It 
was intoxicating!  As his tongue pressed into the top 
of her slit, Isabel wobbled a bit, the shiver coursing 
from her pussy along her spine and signaling to her 
nipples, took her breath away.  Jeff steadied her by 
holding onto her thighs there where the dark bands of 
her stocking emphasized the whiteness of her skin.  
With one hand on his head, Isabel spread one leg out, 
and raised it, giving him more access to her 
femaleness. 

Jeff sucked her clitoris into his lips and ran his 
tongue down the magic of the crease between her rather 
large labia.  They were the labia of a mature woman, 
long and full, rich with texture, seeming to open in a 
particularly welcoming gesture that younger women's 
lips don't share.  Each has its own charm of course, 
but at the moment, Jeff thought these were the 
loveliest in the world.  They were wet with her 
juices.  They were there holding the loveliness of her 
scent open to him, inviting him to linger, to suckle, 
to lick, to taste.

"Jeff ........ I ....neeeed you .... Dear.  Please 
make love to me. .... Please .....now, ..... ....... 
......make love to me, hard and deep."  She moved to 
the chaise in the corner and he looked at her 
nakedness, looked at her openness for him, she spread 
her legs, touched the peak of the slit between her 
legs and held out her hand to him.  As he approached, 
she spread further, allowing him the sight of her 
welcoming, open entry, pink, dark, gleaming wet and 
waiting ..........

Jeff knelt between her legs and kissed her pussy folds 
deeply.  She caught her breath.  ''Hurry, dear, I'm 
ready now...... Eagerly, now he leaned over her.  
Isabel guided his cock to the entry with her hand as 
she guided his lips down to her nipples.  As she 
pulled his cock into her cunt, she could feel him 
suckle her left nipple.  His cock slipped sweetly into 
her pussy, its entire length finding the warmth of her 
wetness, tightly cradled by her muscles fondling his 
long cock.

He lay there sucking on first one breast and then the 
other, squeezing them together for their shared kiss 
with a nipple between their lips.  The taste of her 
bright lipstick was like the cherry on an ice cream 
sundae, just a nice enhancement.  "Hold them tight, 
dear, they're yours.  Squeeze gram's boobs, 
sweetheart........harder darling,.....that's it, 
........that's it ......yes .....press, squeezed, 
harder, harder, honey...... yessss.  Her hips met his 
thrust, forcing him in to the hilt.  Their fucking was 
good, hard, firm thrusting and fondling each other on 
every surface that one or the other could reach.   
Jeff clutched her to him and began an urgent 
thrusting, his balls slapping against her ass loudly 
as he pulled nearly out then slammed himself again 
deep into her striving pussy, deep into the depths of 
her pussy he slammed his cock, now tense and tight in 
its urgency.  His balls felt full and striving too and 
she rose to grasp him, grasped his cock to pull his 
cream out of him, to milk him into her waiting pussy.  
She felt him surge, he felt the juices firing up the 
shaft of his cock propelled by his tense balls 
straining to fill her with his youthful jism splashing 
against the walls and folds of her cunt.  

Isabel called into his ear gently but with urgency.  
"That's it Jeff, give it to me, I want it all, slam it 
into me.  Come on, shove that big thing into me.  Cum 
For me dear, cum into me, fill me.  Oh,, 
yess....yesss, yesss, there ,  ..........that feels 
wonderful.  ........................... Yes, fill me 
with your wonderful cum, sweetheart.  She orgasmed 
firmly just before she felt his urgency shooting out 
of his cock and into her eager cunt.  She squeezed the 
juices around his waning hardness, loving the feel of 
its slippery hotness.  She felt it seeping out of her, 
down her now widely spread cheeks.  She rocked him 
tenderly in her arms, his lips still pulling gently at 
her nipple.   

END OF CHAPTER FIVE
Grandma's Story
By Jbellamy

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