Title: All Before Sixteen
Keywords: mF, mat, teen, cheat, inc, mom, son, grandma, mdom, nc, anal
Author: Caesar
Summary: He started with the bitch neighbour, moving to his mother and then his grandmother - all before turning 16.



 

A young man by a girl was desired
To give her the thrills she required,
        But he died of old age
        Ere his cock could assuage
The volcanic desire it inspired.


All Before Sixteen

by Caesar, copyright 2007

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

When my neighbour, Mrs. Wilson, turned me into her boy-toy at the
impressionable age of fifteen I was torn between pleasure and
embarrassment.

The woman was fifty-three years-old, her husband the manager of the
neighbourhood bank just blocks away, mother of three and the
grandmother of two.  She wasn't overly attractive, she didn't exude
youth or look half her age and she didn't particularly work out.  Guys
my age just didn't notice her as a target for our frequent fantasies.
Mrs. Wilson, Sheryl is what I call her in private, was an average
looking woman, on the thin side and very petite.

Growing up, Sheryl had always been a bit standoffish - giving me
little of her attention or time.  Her husband was the one that hired
me out in the summers to wash his car or cut the grass of his large
lawn after his only son left home.  It didn't appear to be a
particularly warm household - all except Mr. Wilson was cold and
distant.

Moving the boxes in the large dusty cluttered garage one warm
afternoon for Mrs. Wilson had changed my relationship with her
forever.  Standing on the old wooden ladder I could not help but look
down the front of Mrs. Wilson's dress, to her small breasts covered
with white lace.  The affect was slow in coming and I felt my face
burn in shame as my hardness eventually pressed against my cutoff
shorts.

Mrs. Wilson saw it as well, starring in surprise at what was eye-level
to her, and any attempt on her part to speak for some minutes was
nothing less than a failure.  It was the first time I've ever seen
this woman as anything but calm and distant about everything.

For that very reason my heart calmed considerably and my fear of
humiliation and discovery disappeared.  I continued to sneak peaks
down her dress while making sure to stand at least in profile to give
her a better view of what she was starring at.

At this point, it wasn't about sex but about playful teasing.  I was
looking down the top of this old woman and she knew I was doing it -
and in response she starred at my hardness in frank interest and
surprise.  Sex was still a thing of fantasy to me at that point, a
flash of skin and twinkle of an eye, that was the basis of my
experience.

Without the ability to communicate intelligently, I did not have the
direction needed to retrieve the correct box packed high above the
rafters in the garage, so I stepped down to the cement floor.  And
inadvertently stood directly before my older neighbour.

Then something that I knew was not planned, an act that was alien to
the woman I had known all my life - her hand reached out and gently
measured my hard penis pressing firmly against my shorts, tenting them
out obscenely.  Even through my pants I knew her hand trembled.

It was the first touch of any woman, of any age, on my penis - clothed
or not.

Then Sheryl groaned deep down in the back of her throat before
launching herself into me, her arms wrapping possessively around my
shoulders as if stopping me from running away, her lips smashing
painfully into my own, a tongue already invading my mouth.

I have only used tongue with a girl one time, which left me breathless
and embarrassingly excited, that ill-prepared me for the assault from
this fifty-three year-old woman.  I've never known this passion or
hunger in another person, but having tasted it within myself and
having the need to release it in a more manual manner was common.

So I was left on the defencive, experiencing pleasantly, shocked and
so very excited!  Her hands were all over me, from the top of my head
to groping my bottom.  And do you want to know what I thought about,
what I worried about, was that I may be too sweaty from working in
this heat and dust!  Isn't that a kicker?

Sheryl had awkwardly reached beneath her dress to shove her panties
down to her ankles, kicking it away.  She shoved me into stack of
boxes and chests behind me, forcing me to sit - my mind confused but
pleased as it simply experienced.

Then she was straddling my lap, reaching between us so that her small
cool hand grasped my hard throbbing penis after violently yanking open
the button at the waist.

And then before I had any time to realize the enormity of this moment
I was inside her and her face changed from determined fanaticism to
look like she had just eaten the best cookie in the world and wanted
to savour it.  She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to move
up and down on my waist, my small brain just starting to notice the
heat and wetness.

I heard the noise, something sloppy and so very suggestive, that I
will never forget my first experience of it.  And her smell changed,
from delicate flowered perfume soap to a sharp earthy smell that
filled my head and almost made me dizzy.

Up and down she went, steadily moving herself to some unseen time
piece, her face slowly becoming more determined with the passing
seconds.

You know, as a fifteen year-old virgin that I could not last long,
that when my brain caught up to reality of what I was actually
experiencing, what I was doing and where my dick was and why it felt
so fucking good - did I explode within the surprising woman above me.

She whimpered as I pumped my seed, small muscles within her body
milking every drop.

I just looked up at her in awe, my first first sexual experience had
just been completed - I was a man.

Sheryl slipped off my lap onto her unsteady legs - I caught my first
glimpse of a woman's pussy, the brown kinky hair glistening but could
not hide the pink lips beneath.  Her skirt fell back into place and
she stood there trying to fix her head of hair, her eyes looking
everywhere but at me.

And then she saw it, or rather, she saw my still-hard cock.  I never
thought about it until weeks later how lame a question it was, "You
are still hard?"  A now-familiar twinkle sparkled within her gaze.
"Would you like to make love to me again?"  Yes, you read that right -
but more on that later.

I nodded dumbly, my head still thick with the reality of my
experience.  Of course I wanted more!

A quick smile came to her normally somber lips and she looked around
and then came to a quick decision.  My neighbour listed her skirt to
her waist and then lowered herself onto the dirty cold cement floor.
She positioned herself so that her legs were wide and that place
between her legs exposed and gaping wide with wet pink flesh
surrounded by damp curly hair.

She then looked at me almost nervously, anxiously.  As if she were
afraid that I should laugh at the strangeness of seeing this cold
distant proper woman laying on her garage floor with her legs wide
exposing herself to a boy younger than any of her three kids.

I was not near the thinking stage of this encounter, I did not care
who this was, how old she was or even that I had respected and liked
her husband for years.  No, what I only thought about was that
slippery looking pink vagina and stood before her to drop to my knees
between the old woman's bare legs.

Her small hand reached out to again guide me into her, but in this
angle I watched everything from the fingers wrapping around my
familiar hard penis to the gentle pulling of it towards her gaping
pink bullseye.  And then it was slipping between those hairy meaty
outter lips, stretching them deliciously as I eased my penis into the
hot wet folds of my married neighbour.

It was at that moment, I realized later, that I was hooked - on sex,
on this woman, even on dirty sex on cold cement floors.  A world had
opened to me and I was looking at a world that was much bigger and
much more colourful than mine had been up to this day.

My hips began to thrust with the energy of youth, the ageing body
beneath me bouncing wildly.  I would have slowed my pace if not for
the huge smile on Sheryl's lips, her eyes tightly clenched and her own
hands groping her still covered breasts through her dress.

I was fucking this woman - I was fucking her hard and fast and she was
loving every second!  I grit my teeth and ploughed that field over and
over.

I fucked like the champion my recent-virgin mind thought I should
until my arms lower back ached and my body was dripping with sweat.
All that didn't matter though, Sheryl was getting louder in her
responses, her body reacting more and more violently.

When she screamed out a half-second before clenching every muscle in
her body I just watched the show amazed - not realizing until later
what I was witnessing.

She eventually calmed to the point that I considered shoving myself
even harder into her body to reinforce my point until her hands came
off her own breasts to tenderly stroke both sides of my face and head.
"Gently darling!"

My body slowed instantly, my cock moving in and out in a much slower,
much less violent movement.  In a more leisurely way, she seemed to
enjoy this as well - her smile just as wide but her eyes now open and
looking at me with a tender caring gaze.

Her hands drew my face down to hers and we kissed again, less rushed
and with more tenderness.

This closeness, this slow fuck, lasted for some minutes more before I
was groaning and trembling before my seed again started to pump into
the fifty-three year-old woman beneath me.  Her arms and legs wrapped
about me, holding me tight against her as my final orgasm subsided, my
cock finally shrinking with exhaustion.

An hour later after I had come out of the shower and stood alone in my
room did I realize what I had done and whom I had done it too.  I was
horrified that I should be discovered, disappointed that I could not
share my good fortune with my friends.  I could imagine the ridicule
and shame if any of my friends found out I had sex with the 'old
bitch' next door!  Yet it felt so damn good - I can remember
everything from the sounds to the smell to the new feeling of being
inside a woman and that was not something so easily discarded.

My penis was again hard, tenting the bath towel wrapped around my
waist from my recent memories.

 -*-

Thus began my secret affair with Mrs. Sheryl Wilson that early summer.
She called my mother with plenty of work for me to do during the day
when her husband was at the bank - but when I was over there we were
intimately involved - lovers as she calls us.

I acted the part of the mature man, sitting straight eating a
delicious dinner cooked for me before retiring to her bedroom.  I did
not realize it then but she was training me - using me as a young girl
uses a toy doll.  Only this girl could not get enough of my hard penis
- constantly touching it with her hands or wanting it inside her
vagina.

She pampered and spoilt me those visits, me sitting in her husbands
chair with the non-alcoholic ice-tea drink she had prepared for me
while watching her prepare for our bed.  Thats what she called it,
'making love' or 'our bedding' - never fuck or shag like my buddies
liked to call it.  She was a lady and she never let me forget it,
chastising me when I told her I love 'fucking' her.  Even watching her
prepare herself for our bedding, she acted in a distant and cold
manner - sure she would give me private smiles, her hand reaching to
caress my naked flesh, my penis.  At her dressing table she combed her
hair, touched up her makeup and even applied perfume to odd places of
her body - behind her ear, inside her elbows and knees and then at her
navel and beneath her small breasts.  The best times was when I sat
and watched her undress from her normal dresses into nothing,or better
yet, into some skimpy lingerie she had bought for the express purpose
for wearing for me.  I thought she looked best in thigh-high stockings
and nothing else and seemed to enjoy when I caressed her covered legs,
kissing and licking them when we were 'intimate', as she called it.

It was never 'fucking' but 'making love' or being 'intimate'.  Never
mind that she would lay in the middle of her marriage bed and spread
her legs wide and high, the unmistakable signal for me to mount her.
This lady wanted me inside her as often as was possible - taking me in
most rooms of her house and admitting to removing her panties as soon
as her husband left for work to make it easier for me to access her
sex.


I was finding my affair almost humorous - in the way she acted so out
of character while continuing to act the part of the stuck up bitch.
Yet I loved fucking her - I really did and didn't see a reason why it
should ever stop.

 -*-

Not long after my affair with Sheryl started when things at home
started to change - subtly at first.  I didn't even notice it
initially, not until mother came into my room one morning an hour
before noon while I still lay in my bed just waking up.  Mother had
been grumpy these last weeks but since I spent most of my time with
Sheryl, I did not give this much thought.  But that morning mother
came into my room wearing one of dad's shirts - you know the kind,
buttoned up the front, long tails and with the folded collar.  Well
she came striding into my room with a disapproving frown at the late
hour waking up when she bent to gather some of my discarded dirty
clothing on the floor to put in the basket she was carrying in her
free hand.  In bending, mother revealed she was bare beneath the shirt
- her bottom became exposed - the long crack of her ass, the fleshy
thighs and even the slit of her sex, all on display.  I just lay there
frozen at the sight.  She did not leave immediately, she bent one more
time, this time facing me - the top buttons of the shirt open enough
for me to see down to her dangling large breasts.  And if that was not
enough, at the moment she was bent over mother looked up and directly
into my shocked face and doing something that would forever change our
relationship, the frown melted from her face and a slow smile spread.

Now, I was no expert in the ways of women - old or young.  But I've
seen the same look from Sheryl - the sly smile, the side ways glances.
Even with Mr. Wilson in the room, his wife would sit so that her skirt
faced me with legs crossed, her foot dangling a pair of heeled
slippers almost innocently.  But I had learnt that it wasn't innocent.
Women didn't look at any man like that unless she desired him, wanted
him.

The realization shocked me more than the images I had just witnessed.

Mother left my room much more silent than she had entered - the
earlier frown forgotten.

My head spin but my mind could still see her bending down a couple
meters away from me, her eyes looking into mine.

With the shows that Sheryl liked to do, having me sit so I was witness
to her preparations, I had realized she wanted me to watch her, wanted
me to want her as much as she obviously wanted me.  Sheryl didn't wear
those stockings for herself, she wore them because she knew how crazy
with lust they made me.  I had already realized all this with
amusement, thinking that while she dictated where and when we had
intercourse, where we fucked, it was I that really held the power -
she needed me as much as I wanted her.  The only reason my theory had
not been put to the test was that I was still having so much fun that
I saw no reason to rock the boat.

Mom's show brought all that back to me with a vengeance.  And I also
realized that she had started to act grumpy around the house, around
me in particular about the time Sheryl and I started our affair.
Something else, mother was dressing differently as well - and I don't
mean with another of dad's shirts but dressed as if she were going out
to dinner even as she stood at the sink cleaning the dishes.  This
wasn't normally, she used to wear old sweat pants and tee-shirts.

The house was silent, father at work and my older sister out with
friends, as was normal on a weekday.  Wearing only my boxer shorts, my
normal bed wear, I walked the few meters to my parents bedroom and
eased the door open.

Mother was standing at the foot of her bed, a pile of her clean
laundry before her a she stood folding it - she turned her head at my
entrance, not looking surprised at all but neither did she look
particularly glad to see me..

Silently we stared at the other - she still wearing that man's shirt
me in boxer shorts that had quite the bulge within.

With a calm demeanour, one that I certainly did not feet, I strode
into my parent's room to stand before my mother.  She turned on her
bare feet to face me, still no facial expression or body language to
help me read this situation by.  I had come to know the looks of my
only lover Sheryl, the way her eye twinkled or how her tongue would
moisten her trembling lower lip - all signs of what she wanted... me!

A hand rose between mother and I, grasping the laundered pants from
her hands to throw it back onto the pile of clothing on her bed.  Her
hands dropped to her sides and she faced me uncharacteristically
quiet.

At that point I was ready to turn and run, this was insane, crazy!  My
heart was thumping so violently that I felt like it was the cause of
those random shivers that ran through me.

But a quick glance down would give me the resolve to continue, acting
more on instinct than experience or any plan.  Mother's nipples
beneath the man's shirt were hard, thrusting boldly towards me - she
was excited!

My hands rose, quivering with desire, and I awkwardly opened the last
half dozen remaining buttons.

"This is wrong honey."

I've known this woman my whole life and though she now seemed a
stranger with my realizations so far this morning, the voice she had
used was almost distant and most certainly nothing like the angry or
demanding voice I've known and heard so frequently these last years.
My hands did not even pause until the shirt was open, exposing my
mother from her generous fleshy cleavage down to her soft rounded
belly and deep navel to the thick dark fur between her legs.

A groan escaped my lips as I starred at my own mother.  So different
from Sheryl's petite thin frame - voluptuous and curvy, with large
hanging breasts with wide pink nipples and fleshy hips and thighs with
a jutting ass.  I, evidently, have never before noticed this woman!

My hands gently pushed the shirt from her shoulders where it fell to
her feet.  Mother stood there frozen as I openly inspected her.  Those
big fleshy breasts had small goosebumps, the pink nipples wrinkled and
thrusting with desire, I saw her trembling slightly as I was.

"We have to stop?"

My hand cupped the bottom of one breast and hefted it, finding it
heavier than expected but soft and warm, inviting.  Mother pressed her
lips tightly together as I leaned over.  There was little taste to her
nipple but felt so good having it in my mouth.  And I could feel her
flesh beneath me quivering, could feel the groan escape her from
somewhere deep inside her throat reverberating her body.

Standing back up my hand slide down her rounded curves, past her slim
waist to her flaring wide hip before moving inwards.  Her sex was wild
with hair, thick and bushy but yet it could not hide the treasures
beneath, or hold back the desire from seeping through.  Her sex was a
veritable furnace of heat and my hand came away slick with her juice.

I starred dumbly at my hand before exploding with the need to have
this woman, being my mother no longer mattered.  Frantically I shoved
my shorts to my feet and stepped out of them, noticing mother licking
her lips watching my hardness throbbing between us.

As soon as I was as bare as my own parent she turned away from me,
which caused my heart to break with disappointment until I watched her
bend over at the waist and place her hands on the end of her bed,
carefully she spread her feet and legs and then wiggled her bottom
while her hair hide her face.

I've seen Sheryl present herself too many times not to take this for
what it was.  I stepped behind my mother and aimed my hardness, moving
it smoothly into her hot wet sloppy sexy with a single movement.

Mother gasped and groaned all at the same time, her bottom wiggling
against my front, her sex sloshing with wetness around my cock.

I was amazed at how different the two women I was intimate with were -
with their bodies I mean.  From mother's curves to her looser sloppier
sex, much more wet than Sheryl became.  There was no 'winner' here, it
was simply an amazing comparison at this point.

Still in my comfort zone, I grasped mother's fleshy hips and began to
move with long smooth movements back and forth.  Mother immediately
let me know that this was not enough, shoving her ass back with a
sloppy wet slap, so that I took the hint and doubled my speed so that
our coupling with loud and intimate.

This was fucking that I rarely got to do with Sheryl - who liked it
gentle and delicate - mom, it seems, likes it hard and fast.  This was
not 'making love' as Sheryl called it but fucking as it should be and
I immediately loved it.

Mother's body was flopping around beneath me, her large breasts
dangling and waving back and forth with each slap of our bodies, her
ass smashing and quivering wildly in our movements.  My hands were
clasping her soft hips so hard that I left red hand-prints.  Her angry
looking anus was winking as I fucked her, almost teasing me as it
pouted and tightened as I moved back and forth within her body.

This was fucking that seemed to just come naturally.

Having learnt something in the last weeks, I was able to control when
I came - holding back the flood as I continued with the rapid rhythm
of our coupling.  Mother was gasping, groaning and crying out to god
as I humped her from behind.  I felt her clench beneath my hands and
deep inside her as she desperately held back the inevitable.

It felt damn good, I felt like a god and I loved it - loved her!

As soon as her body tightened that final time and her wail echoed off
the walls steadily I allowed my sperm to finally explode, filling her
body delightfully.

I was a sweaty mess, my breathing harsh and now my limbs quivered not
out of desire but from effort.  Mother fell away from me - onto her
round soft stomach before rolling over looking at me with a look I've
never seen in her eyes before.

It was obvious that this moment was a turning point in our
relationship for the both of us - and I'm not just talking about sex.
In mother's eyes I was now a man - with all the short comings and
failings that comes with it.

Ever so slowly her eyes lowered, realizing I was still hard - surprise
echoing my first time with Sheryl.  The old lady next door loved how I
easily my cock hardened, how frequently it stayed up regardless of the
recentness of a climax.  If her own orgasm missed mine, then should
would direct me to continue to pump her until she too exploded.  This
had the side affect of training me to hold my orgasm, to recognize the
signs that were all too plain now with my few weeks of experience.

What I was not prepared for, or rather, what surprised me was when
mother sat back up on her ass on the edge of her bed - her clean
clothing wildly strewn about to make room.  She reached out and
grasped the base of my cock almost possessively, drawing me closer.  I
came, of course, unsure of what was to come next - my experience with
dominating the sexual encounter now all but used up.  Mother licked
her lips hungrily and then leaned in to take my dripping hard cock
into her mouth.

Of course I've heard about blow jobs, I've even fantasized about them.
But I didn't need them in my current position - or so I thought.

Just as mother had fucked earlier, with sloppy desperate movements,
she sucked on my cock in a similar way and it felt magnificent.  I
just starred open mouth in awe as her attractive aged face move up and
down my cock, her lips spread wide with my shaft.  I've known this
woman all my life but it was only until this day that I truly learnt
who she was.

She moaned with delight as my hands clasped the back of her head and
began to drive my hips, fucking her face rapidly.  Mom, I was just
starting to realize, liked it rough, liked it fast and sloppy.  She
even liked it adventurous, but more on that later.

Minutes went by and my pleasure mounted quickly and I let it raise to
the point of no return, gasping out, "You better stop mother or I
might come!"  Sheryl liked me to warn her when her hand was about to
bring me off, normally wanting it within her vagina when I came and
only once bringing me off onto my stomach and on her hand.  If there
was any response to my warning it was the mouth sucking me began even
more hungry, desperate, sucking me as if there was no tomorrow.

A moment latter my come exploded in mother's mouth, her throat
swallowing hastily to drink it all, her cheeks bulging with barely
contained seed..

If there was any doubt, I was hooked.

 -*-

In the opening weeks of my summer school vacation, I was anxiously
looking for ways to meet my next door neighbour for sex - planning
around her husband and my family.  Then mother came into the picture
and suddenly I was having sex more times a day than I ever thought to
imagine.

Mother and I fucked at least twice a day, frequently three times.
Sheryl and I may make love once, perhaps twice but never two days in a
row.  Mother knew about her neighbour and I but never said a word, did
not even complain if I was not available for her because I was next
door.  I thought this strange but did not inquirer.

And that is what I did - make love to Sheryl and fuck my own mom.  I
was polite and almost subservient with my neighbour and playful and
demanding with my mom.  I had quickly learnt that each woman was
different.

When mom and I were not fucking, we talked and touched and kissed and
held.  Sheryl would never tell me a thing about her sexuality, her
love life as she would call it but mother told me how frequently she
had been masturbating before we started our affair and how dry her sex
life was with dad.

Mom showed me her dildo and her small vibrator - and we came to use
these in our coupling.  Kissing passionately while driving the thick
dildo in and out of her hungry sexy cunt or, my favourite, fucking mom
on her knees with the vibrator in her anus.

With each new piece of the puzzle that was mother, she became almost
shy until discovering my pleasure at learning yet more of her private
thoughts and secrets.

She shaved her sex when I asked her too and I could not get enough of
her sloppy sexy bald cunt - eating it for hours on end when time
allowed.  Even anal play, that interested me early on with Sheryl but
hadn't been encouraged, or shown any particular interest from her -
from the vibrator, to a finger or two to even my tongue. And sexy
lingerie, used to highlight her voluptuous frame - going even into the
more suggestive garments that Sheryl would never wear such as
crotchless panties.

It was oral that mother really liked - as a prelude to our mutual
pleasure or as a stand alone meal.  She could suck me slow to make it
last or rough and fast - never turning away when I filled her mouth
with my sperm, and even frequently savouring as if a fine wine.

 -*-

Late that summer it had to come to a head - I was toying with disaster
at both houses.

I had always liked Mr. Wilson and even respected him - but of course
that didn't stop me from making love with his wife an average of three
times a week.  Yet he did not ever treat me different, never looked at
me suspiciously and I think the distant relationship with his wife was
the same.  We were lucky.

In my house, if it a weekend and my older sister was around or dad was
home for most of a day, a rarity by the way, mom would sneak into the
bathroom or my bedroom and suck me off.  It was this way I learnt
about the 'quickie' - encouraged to fuck my mom's cunt or face as fast
but as silent as I could, filling either hole before facing the rest
of our family as if there was nothing strange going on.  We were good
at it - practise makes perfect after all.  But it could not last,
disaster awaited our desperate measures to enjoy each other.

And that disaster came in the form of grandmother, mom's mom.

Thursday afternoon, the house to ourselves we had fucked twice already
in my room but became more playful with the heat of our desires
lowered.  Mother was wearing thigh high stockings, heels and was
dancing playfully around our marble living room table for my pleasure.
Her wide hips wiggled, her bare breasts bounced, her face intense with
pleasure and happiness.  It was the loud music you see, that we didn't
hear grandma come into the house or even stride into the entrance of
the living room.

The first indication that our world was about to implode was when I
felt a movement out the corner of my eye and turned my head from the
lewd show to look at a shocked grandmother standing looking at her
daughter dance and wiggle while her naked grandson watched while
stroking his hard cock.

Several things happened all at once; I jumped up and shouted above the
music, mom shrieked and dropped down to the carpeted floor behind the
same marble coffee table she had been dancing upon and grandmother's
shock exploded into action, turning upon her heels and slamming the
door on her exit.  I ran to the door but dare not open it, as naked as
I was.  Behind me mother broke out sobbing, rushing deeper into the
house to her room.

I felt like crying myself.

It was nearly an hour and three buses later I arrived at my
grandparents home - a large brick acreage on the outskirts of town.  I
went because I didn't know what else to do - mother was in her robe
beneath her bedding sobbing uncontrollably and would not talk to me.
I thought by coming over to talk to my grandparent, I would tell
grandma what I had told myself about my incestuous illegal
relationship - that I loved mom and wanted to make her happy.

The door to the house jerked open before I could knock and grandmother
stood aside to let me in - her face a mask of anger and disgust.

The silence was thick but I followed her into grandpa's den, smelling
of his pipe and with all walls covered with dusty books in no apparent
corner.  I was motioned to the leather chair before grandpa's desk,
she standing above me with her arms crossed over her very pronounced
bosom.

"What do you have to say for yourself young man?"

For some reason 'I love her' just didn't cut it right then, my face
burned with shame but I looked back to my grandmother, seeing that her
crossed arms did not hide the hard nipples beneath her dark cold
blouse.  A stirring occurred within me, the memory of this woman's
daughter reacting the same way when facing me.

In my defence, this time I actually weighed my options before going
towards my roaring hormones and desires.  Grandma was a little like
Sheryl in how she acts, proper and distant, stern - but she looked a
lot like her daughter, with more wrinkles and more expensive clothing.
A crazy question settled my decision, if she was like Sheryl or mother
in bed - gentle or passionate?

I stood.

"I asked you a question young man!"  Her voice angry, loud,
threatening.

In past days she would have terrified me standing talking loudly as
she was.  Yet I had learnt at the alter of my new god - cunt - not
just any cunt either, but the lonely older ladies that wanted nothing
else in life but to be desired, loved and even of course fucked.
Grandmother had seen mother acting so wild and alien, dancing lewdly
with barely a stitch on her voluptuous body, her grandson watching
while masturbating - it was more than suggestive, it was subversive.

Both the ladies I have been intimate had surprised me - opened my eyes
to a world where I had no idea the power of sexuality, of the most
private desires of a person.  Sheryl wanted to be held, frequently
with my penis inside her vagina, kissing while moving smoothly back
and forth in her sheath.  Mother, on the other hand, wanted to be
fucked, to be used and pleasured, and given that she would do
anything, any act and could not get enough of our new intimate
relationship.  Before this summer I never imagined that mother owned a
vibrator and liked to insert it into her anus, that she masturbated
twice in a day if she could find privacy.

What secret desires did this old woman think about?  Had anything been
awakened within her at the shocking sight she had just witnessed an
hour before?

These thoughts and more rolled quickly through my head and my
grandmother stood like a statue before me, angrily, her face turning
reader by the second with my silence.

My next act obviously took her by surprise, was never expected and
possibly had never happened to her before.  I strode forwards and
pressed my grandmother back into a bookshelf where she yelped in
surprise, her arms uncrossing and jerked to hold herself against the
wall.  Then my lips were on hers, my body holding hers against the
wall.

She was holding her mouth wide in shock, trying to talk but only came
out as a mumble as my tongue invaded.

My hands had not been idle though, one groping a huge meaty breast and
the other lower, lifting the edge of her expensive pleated skirt to
her waist and moving my hands inwards towards her most intimate of
place.

"Stop!"  She pleaded, gasped.  Her anger gone, replaced by fear.

My hand forced beneath the waistband of her pantyhose, I hated panty
hose, and panty, finding a thick bush between her legs.  I was
surprised to find it without the familiar heat or wetness than my
other two conquests would have been at this point - though Sheryl
would have been just as horrified if I had forced myself upon her in
this manner.  Regardless, I fumbled to get her pantyhose and panty off
her voluptuous soft ass and down her shapely short legs so that they
were left about her knee.  She did gasped as my hand returned to her
sex, my fingers finding her clitoris and began to play it as Sheryl
had taught me those many weeks before.

My grandmother's cheeks were wet with tears, her expensive blouse torn
off one shoulder exposing her stark white bra, she was unable to move
her legs with her underwear about her knees and her mouth was
assaulted with my tongue.  Infrequently when she could get a word out,
it was to pray to god, to beg me to stop, to have mercy - but I was
not at the point that my decision to act in this aggressive manner had
come to my consciousness.  I was hard and passionate both in body and
mind - I wanted to possess this woman, forbidden and impossible in any
sober mind.

The minutes passed quickly, violently, and I was just about to take in
the evidence that what I was doing was not only wrong but immoral and
illegal.  But then a moan escaped grandmother's open mouth, her hips
trying to escape my fingers wiggled suggestively against me.  Only at
that point did I realize that I could feel the heat rising between
those thighs, feel the slow escape of moisture coating my fingers.

My passion was reinvigorated, justified and two fingers slipped
further forwards and up, directly into the sex that bore my own
mother.  Mom, who had happily told me how to finger a woman - how to
stimulate the hidden G-Spot inside a cunt had inadvertently taught me
to excite her own mom.

And the old lady was getting hot and wet, her lips locking with my
own, her tongue finding mine - moaning and groaning while wiggling her
wide soft hips, thrusting herself into my hand.

It was at that point that I could not talk any more - that my cock
hurt as it thrust into my tight jeans.  I could bring this woman off
in this manner but that dominant monster within me reminded me that
she was here for my pleasure and if she were the slut that I thought
she was, not so unlike her daughter, she would enjoy any attention
that I should grant her.

Grandmother gasped in surprise as I roughly yanked her back to the big
leather chair, bending her at the waist and shoving her face into the
seat.  The fear was rising within her again, that much was obvious,
but my perfect aim and lack of hesitation could not disguise my
intent.

Grandma groaned like a wounded animal as soon as I ground my pelvis
into her soft fleshy bottom.  But I did not hesitate, the passion was
within me turning my desire into a single act - fucking.  I did not
stop to compare this older image of my sexy mother or even to my
neighbour Sheryl.  No, I was rough and selfish - I grabbed a soft hip
in one hand and held her normally carefully prepared head of curly
hair in the other, pressing her face into the leather as I pounded my
cock in and out of her cunt.

It was wet now, not as sloppy as her daughter gets perhaps but
certainly on par with Sheryl.  It certainly made enough noise, our
intimate movements which were hard to hear with my grandmother moaning
and grunting beneath me.

She climaxed almost as an afterthought, exploding suddenly which
caused me to come out of my sexual shell - looking almost amazed at
the woman beneath me as she panted and quivered in aftereffects.  I
did not relent though, my hand grasped her curly head of hair just as
firmly, my cock moving just as fast.

Just as I began to fade into that sexual abyss one more time, a smile
on my face, grandma began to climax yet again!  I was amazed, it was
but a moment or two since the last - and this orgasm appeared to last
longer than the previous.

Her heavy body was covered in sweat, lifeless.  Removing my hands,
pulling my cock from her body she moaned as if half-alive, "No
more... please!"

She just sat there her face into the leather of her husband's
favourite chair, saliva and sweat pooled on the worn surface.

What I did next amazed even me!

My grandparent was so lifeless, so relaxed that she just lay there in
a sweaty exhausted mess.  Looking down at the chubby hairy slit, with
plenty of pink showing, thrust out from those pale fat thighs.  But
higher up was the pink wrinkled anus, circled with a light dusting of
hair, it was open slightly as well - as if her exhaustion had relaxed
even this muscle.

My cock was hard and dripping with a mixture of juices, throbbing
painfully reminding me of its need.  The angle was a little off but
half straddling one hip and aiming my dick almost downwards I was able
to line it up.

Grandmother's whole body tensed as my cock slipped into her rectum -
finding it tighter than any other hole I had previously enjoyed, but
loose enough to take my teenage penis if but reluctantly. She
whimpered as I held myself deep into her bowels.

When I began to fuck this tight hole there was no thrusting back,
there was no sloppy sounds.  Grandma was hissing in the first moment
but it soon transformed into pants and sighs of pleasure.

Perhaps it was the tightness of the hole I found myself in or maybe it
was the power of this encounter - a feeling I've never felt more
starkly than here.  But my cock tightened expectantly and then began
to erupt deep inside my grandmother's rectum filing her with my
teenage incestuous seed.

Finally, it was over and my cock came out of her body with a small
popping sound.

When her face lifted from the sticky leather seat her eyes did not
look at me, but at my cock.  Suddenly looking almost scared when she
saw it was still hard - tears again welled up in her eyes.

Making sure she could see me, I whipped my cock clean on the back of
her pleated wool skirt before tucking myself back into my jeans.
Grandma's eyes had not left my penis and she looked down right
relieved to see it disappear from her sight.

I helped her to stand on her weak knees, one low heel missing and
wrapped my arms about her.  The kiss was passionate if gentle and I
was mildly surprised when she returned it.

She kicked off her last shoe, reached down to remove her forgotten
half-mast pantyhose and ugly white granny panty.  Then she followed me
back to the front door.

Turning towards her my hands rose to fondle her still covered huge
breasts - wondering for the first time if her nipples were as large as
hr daughters.  "Next time I want you naked - okay grandma?"

She looked surprised and then embarrassed and then pleased, her face
turning crimson beneath her heavy layer of makeup.  The next kiss was
returned, her tongue taking the imitative, her body pressing into mine
invitingly.

We went arm in arm to the front door where we kissed again,
passionately, breaking the lip-lock I look into my grandmother's
embarrassed submissive eyes, "I had a good time grandma, I can't wait
to fuck you again - why don't you come over next Tuesday?"

With a crimson face grandma shivered within my arms before her chin
moved only minutely up and down.

I left the house humming one of my favourite tunes, my half hard penis
pulsating in my pants made me anxious to return home and to mom.

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