Title: Command Word List
Keywords: mF, teen, mat, inc, grandma, son, mdom, mc
Author: Caesar
Summary: Fred finds a list of phrases that seem to control his grandmother.



There was a young woman named Florence
Who for fucking professed an abhorrence,
        But they found her in bed
        With her cunt flaming red,
And her poodle-dog spending in torrents.


Command Word List

by Caesar, copyright 2005

$Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

Every summer mother donates me to help my grandparents around the
house - painting, trimming and other general duties to both lawn and
structure.  This year being the first since grandpa had died before
last Christmas and so my mother had loaned me out for a full week
rather than the traditional weekend!

To say the least, this fifteen year-old dreaded every second - wanting
to be a sloth full-time comes much more naturally.

It was one of the hottest and most humid days of the summer up till
then. So grandma wore loose fitting shorts, buttoned up shirt and
sandals.  I wore shorts and not much else.  Both of us started to
sweat even before we started to work just after breakfast the first
morning of my visit.

Grandma is an attractive, in an aged sort of way of course, and
energetic old bird.  No I never looked at her that way - but I did not
miss the fact that she still had a waistline and that her legs were
her best feature.  In fact, I was a little proud that my grandma was
not the least like most of my friends' - old and miserable.

Before it got too hot, grandma asked me to retrieve the junk in the
peaked roof of the garage - to bring it down to the cement floor for
her to sort.  It was dust covered boxes of memories - many opened or
rotting - stacks and stacks of them.

It was dusty, and as the sun rose in the sky, hot work.

I don't know how many trips up and down that folding ladder I did that
first hour - but there were still plenty of boxes in the attic and
grandma kept opening and sighing deeply when discovering some
memorable content from her past.

Since I had been much more proficient than my grandma, as she
frequently strolled down memory lane, I started to slow down - a drink
of cold water, sitting down to rest for a moment, and even looking at
some of the old junk from my grandparents past.

At one point I sat down in the attic and checked out some of grandpas
old war medals, slowly inspecting each.  They came from a dusty smelly
old foot locker that was unlocked.

After the medals, an old helmet, mess kit, a smelly pair of leather
boots and even powdered mouth powder and boot polisher.  I was just
about to close the box and continue when I brought out a small leather
bound note book.  The leather had turned brown with age and the pages
yellow.

There was only a single page of writing, the rest empty.  In dark ink
that had run or faded, the odd list stood out enough for me to inspect
it closer.

		  Glenda's Command Word List

		  soaring heat			sexy for her man
		  green gremlins		removes clothing
		  insatiable tart		needs sex
		  naughty river			becomes submissive
		  horse prick			needs to suck 
		  my red ass			daddy's naughty little girl
		  unclimbed summit		willing to try kinky sex
		  
Glenda was my grandmothers name!  The rest, well, that was just all
noise to me - puzzling how it listed some obviously strange and
provocative words.  And what did it mean with the heading of 'command
word' listing?

"Have you fallen asleep up there Freddy?  I have nearly caught up to
you."

I hated when she called me that, no one calls me 'Freddy' not even my
mother.

"No grandma - I will be right down."  I stuffed the small leather
notepad into my back pocket and grabbed another box before I carefully
descended the stairs.

Since we had started work that morning, grandma seemed to be rather
melancholy with the emotional task she had set out for us to complete
today.  So when I spoke a phrase out of that notebook it was to be
provocative - because, as I was beginning to believe, it was some old
codes that grandma and grandpa had devised for when they wrote letters
back and forth during the war.  That is what horny teenagers forced to
separate do right?  Not understanding sexuality, but overwhelmed with
its emotions and feelings, we approach it each in our own way.  Mine
was to be blunt and to use humour.

"Grandma?  'Green gremlins'!"

I starred at her with a smirk, expecting her to turn bright red and
wiggle a finger at me in anger.  Instead she starred at me in
something like shock - open mouthed and wide eyed.  Finally, "What did
you say Freddy?"  She practically whispered this.

With the unexpected response I did not have the heart to say the
phrase again and just shrugged while starring back at her.

When it was obvious that I was not going to say anything, grandma
asked in a near-whisper, "Are you sure this is what you want honey?"

For some strange reason my shrug turned into a single nod of my head -
though I had no idea what I was agreeing too.

Grandma sighed deeply and then brought up her dust covered hands and
hooked her thumbs into her elastic waistband and shoved them down her
long shapely legs.

My nervous silence turned into shock - as I watched my grandparent
step out of her discarded shorts before her hands came up to start
working on the buttons of her dirty shirt.

Since my grandma had started to remove her clothing, something in her
had changed.  It was a subtle mix that I could not decipher - it was
almost like she was anxious or pleased.

Was that what that notebook listed, commands that grandmother had to
act out?  I had said the word phrase next to the line about 'removes
clothing' and suddenly she was stripping right before my eyes.

"Grandma stop!"  She blinked in surprise and froze with her hands just
on the verge of pushing the unbuttoned shirt off her shoulders.  I
could see the white sports bra beneath.

"Is this not what you wanted me to do Freddy?"

I had to tear my eyes from her exposed flesh, her long legs, the white
cotton panty covering that place between her legs.

"Or am I finally too old to expect any man to think me attractive?"
Grandma suddenly dropped the shirt so that it fell to her bare feet
before stomping out of the garage in only her bra and panties.

When had she removed her sandals?

What a fucking heel I felt like.  The book had given me the phrases to
control grandma - of that I was suddenly sure of.  In my fifteen
years, I had never once seen my grandparent as exposed as she had been
only seconds before.  That was simply not how our family does things -
nudity was not condoned or accepted in any common way.  So, without
realizing the power I held over her, I had used that phrase and saw
more than I had ever seen before - but in telling her to stop, she had
assumed I had been disgusted with her body.

Oh sure, it was not like the co-ed girls in my school - especially the
seniors.  But grandma had all the right curves in the right places and
the sight of her had done more than simply surprise me.  Hell, it was
the first intimate promise of womanly flesh in my life, what do you
think it did to me?

"Grandma?"  I followed her back into her home - the place of my
mothers childhood, the place where my grandfather read me stories on
his knee as I inhaled the sweet smell of his pipe.

She stood clad, as I had left her wearing her panties and bra, in the
kitchen, boiling water for her tea.  As I entered she turned towards
me and crossed her arms before her.  The look on her face bore no
patience and boded ill for my immediate future.

The only thing I could think of to say was, "'Green gremlins'!"

Grandma blinked a few times and then spun to turn off the stove
element before moving smoothly to remove that sweaty sports bra and
panty.  They lay quickly forgotten upon the floor at my grandparents
feet.  There, two meters before me, was a naked woman and I felt my
body tremble.

Ever so slowly she turned on her small bare feet, until she faced me
almost boldly.  I could tell that she was trying to read my
impressions of her bare form - to see if I was disgusted or enjoyed
the sight.  This gave me the strength to boldly view the naked woman's
body before me.  Those dark small nipples, the thick inverted triangle
between her legs, even how the tan lines seemed to cause the normally
hidden flesh of her body to glow brightly in the morning light.

"Do I look so terrible Freddy?"  She seemed nervous suddenly, as if
fearing an answer but feeling forced to answer.  I really had no idea
what it is like to be a older woman with a younger man appraising her
aged body - but I could imagine.

My head eventually nodded negatively long before my raspy whisper,
"You're hot grandma!"

A pleased, and perhaps proud, smile spread slowly on her lips.  "No
one but your grandpa has seen me naked since I was about your age."
She slowly turned, giving me a great view of her sexy curves and that
perfectly proportioned ass.

It could be the ass of one of my more attractive teachers.  The legs
perhaps a little thinner, but long enough to give me the impression
that her short frame was in fact tall.

Though she stood before me for a very long while - neither of us
saying a word, she studying me and I her - both of us seemed satisfied
and pleased with ourselves and the situation.  Finally grandma
commented, "I am dirty from the garage, I think I will go have a
shower?"

Grandma never had showers, she was a once-a-night bath person from
long before I was born.  She slowly turned, almost as if she did not
want to go as well as knowing eyes would watch her every move, and
started for the hallway.  Just before she disappeared, my mother's
mother looked over her shoulder to see me still starring at her ass
and she gave me a quick private smile before she was gone.

I fell into a hardwood chair immediately and took several long breaths
- as my heart was pounding in my chest as if someone was using a
sledge hammer from inside.

With a blink of remembrance, I yanked the notebook from my pocket and
read the list again - the odd phrases suddenly meaning so much more.
I could not believe the luck in finding such a magical item.

As impossible as it seems, those odd phrases seemed to control my
grandmother - and subsequently, I uttered them and had controlled her.
Her disrobing like that before me was like halting the flow of a great
river, so incredible as it was.

My feet moved quickly as I followed my grandmother within minutes of
her disappearance.  The bathroom door was still open and I could see
the shadowed bare form beneath the steaming hot water behind the
curtain.  I strode over and pulled the curtain aside and spoke
hurriedly, "'Soaring heat'!"

Grandma, at first, looked surprised at my intrusion - whipping water
from her face to blink at me.  Then a wide smile appeared on her lips
and her eyes seemed to twinkle as she hoarsely asked, "Are you here to
join me honey?"  She did not wait before a hand reached out and
caressed, that is the only term appropriate, my shoulder.

That single touch seemed to draw me into the shower stall as if her
hand was magnetic.

Grandmother seemed to swing her hips generously as she reached past me
to close the curtain.  She then covered her mouth and giggled like any
girl my own age would have, "Are you going to shower with your shorts
on Freddy?"  Her dripping wet eyebrows fluttered several times.
"Would you like me to take them off for you honey?"

Now I know you will think it sounds stupid but I felt embarrassed at
walking into the shower with my shorts on - infantile or at least
juvenile.  Should I just post 'inexperienced' or 'virginal' on my
forehead?

My hands moved quickly and shoved my shorts off so that I stood naked
facing my grandmother.  I felt so inadequate and uncertain what to do
next.  Then the realization that my hard teenage penis was fully
exposed and I felt heat flushing the skin of my face from
embarrassment.

Grandma, though, was staring unashamed at my fully hard manhood.  "Oh
Freddy... you have a beautiful penis!"  Her eyes looked up into my
own, almost playfully, "Is that what you young people call it now?"

My mouth moved anxiously, wanting to appear less inexperienced than I
truly was and used the crude title my friends used amongst ourselves,
"'Cock'."

Grandma giggled into her hand again before her eyes starred back down
at my teenage dick, "I like that... 'cock'... it sounds so deliciously
naughty!"  Then her eyes looked intensely into my own, "I love your
cock Freddy."

Then the moment was lost as she turned back towards the shower head
and adjusted it so the water hit us both.  This allowed me to exhale
the breath I had been holding unconsciously as well as to enjoy the
intimately close sight of my grandmothers naked wet flesh.

I loved how her pale skin shone with the layer of water rolling down
it.  It seemed to make those sexy curves glow.

When she spun back around, grandma held a bar of soap.  "May I wash
you honey?"  She fluttered her eyes a few times before I could even
nod.

Grandma suddenly dropped to her knees and began to lather up my feet
and legs, slowly moving higher.  She worked systematically,
methodically, so that every centimetre of my flesh was caressed by the
soap covered hand.  She worked right up to my thighs before she
stopped and gave me another flutter of eyebrows, "Shall I clean your
cock for you honey?"

There she was kneeling naked and wet before me, one side of her face a
breath away from my hard dick, those eyes looking deeply into my own.
There was no age difference between us at that moment, nothing saying
that she was decades older than I or that what I was doing was
illegal.

Now I understood what it meant when someone said a guy's dick is his
second brain!  Because that was where I was doing most of my thinking
at that moment.  This is my grandmother for gods sake!

Not getting an answer, grandma lost some of her smile and some of the
twinkle in her eye, before she continued to soap up my torso to my
neck.  As I watched her, the magic seemed to have dissipated from
between us - and for the life of me, I was not sure what I may have
said to cause this.

In moments, when she was again standing before me, grandma said
simply, "You have a gorgeous body Freddy."  She turned around and bent
to turn off the shower, she having completed hers before I arrived.

Grandma opened the curtain, stepped out and passed me a towel before
retrieving another for herself.  She did not look at me as she dried
her long thick brown-gray hair.

Then the words that I feared to say came mumbling through my lips,
"'Horse prick'."

Grandma slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder at me - I saw
that that glint was already smouldering into a blaze again within her
eye.  She licked her lips slowly while her eyes studied my hard cock.

She turned around and pulled my wet towel from my hands, dropping it
where her own had landed.  Then holding both my hands in hers, she
stepped backwards - out the door, down the hallway and into her room.

It was a grandmother's room - flowered wallpaper, mysterious bottles
and tools on the dresser, stale perfume and moth balls.

Grandma turned and then gently pressed me back into a seated position
at the foot of her bed and let go of my hands.  She kept her eyes
locked onto my own as she retrieved a thick flower-print-covered
pillow and dropped it between my spread feet.  A sly smile spread and
her tongue constantly licked and moisted her lips - she looked
down-right anxious!

My body was again trembling as I understood what was about to happen -
amazed at what I was about to enjoy.  Though never before had it
included my grandparent, what was about to happen was something out of
fantasy.

Grandma slowly knelt down upon the pillows and placed both her palms
on the tops of my upper thighs.  Her eyes softened before she spoke,
"Grandma loves you very much Freddy and she wants to make you happy."
Her eyebrows again fluttered in my direction.  Almost impatiently she
added suddenly, "I want to suck your beautiful cock Freddy!  Please
tell grandma to suck your cock?"

Anxiously she awaited until I realized nervously that I had to speak
the words or else I would go mad with lust from the wait.  Sounding
like my voice box had been ground with sandpaper I gasped, "Suck me
grandma?  Please!"  The last had been in a higher octave and sounded
nothing less than what it was - pleading.

My grandmother just fluttered her eyebrows approvingly and smiled with
pleasure before leaning forwards and engulfing the head of my penis
just as I began to shoot.

It was that fast.

Grandma swallowed loudly and I could feel the sucking warmth at the
circumcised head of my prick.

God it felt good!

Her familiar face eventually rose and her tear-glistened eyes looked
into my own.  "It has been years since I tasted anything so delicious
honey.  Thank you."  It looked like she was about to cry - though it
was a toss up if from happiness or from missing grandpa.

I then noticed a small drop of my sperm on her chin, and for some
reason that sight, and not what we had done up to that moment
together, would alter how I looked at my grandmother from that day
forwards.  Gone was the old distant cold woman that us grandkids
dreaded visiting.  Within that woman kneeling before me was a person
that I had not considered before - in a relative or not.  She was so
complex - experienced but lonely, sexy but hidden.  Somehow grandpa
had discovered these words to control his wife - and probably they had
enjoyed them for years and years before I was even born.  This
colourful woman before me had been a sexual object of pleasure and
from what I could see in my short glance, enjoyed that part of her
secret self.

Grandma looked down to my lap again and made a gasp of surprise, "You
are still erect Freddy?"  It sounded as if this could not be possible.
I am a teenage guy who has just experienced the most amazing thing in
his life - the fact that it included my grandmother pushed it to a
different plain of existence.

There was no hesitation or misrepresentation this time, "'Insatiable
tart'!"

Grandmother quickly smiled widely before lowering her face enough to
press my hard shaft against her smooth cheek in a soothing almost
loving manner, her eyes still locked with my own.  "Please fuck me
Freddy?  I don't want to live another day if I can't have this
beautiful cock inside me!"

My nod of agreement came immediately after the request.  I felt
gallant as well as powerful - I felt good!  If her smile could get any
wider, I feared her face my break in half.  Hell, had I ever seen her
so happy before?

"Tell me how you want me honey?"  She sat back onto her heels
anxiously - as if ready to jump up when an answer came to her query.

The instant confusion of that simple question had to have been obvious
- grandma suddenly frowned in concern and asked gently, "Will I be
your first Freddy?"

Another nod - very embarrassed this time.  Though, in retrospect, it
had to have been obvious up to that moment.  Hadn't it?

Grandma nodded gently, as if understanding.  Perhaps she did?  Though
empathy had never been one of my grandmothers strong strengths.

Then she slowly stood back to her feet, her hands finding my own.  We
spun about, standing like that, until she was sitting back where I had
been.  Then she let go of my hands and rolled onto her back, her legs
rising and her own hands grasping the back of her knees.

In this position I was witness to a more intimate view of this woman
before me than ever before and I began to tremble yet again.  I now
understood my bodies reactions as barely contained excitement.

"Put your beautiful cock inside me Freddy?"  She wiggled her torso and
the pink glistening loins suggestively.

Taking myself in hand, I felt her eyes watch the head of my penis as
it descended.  I prayed that I did not hurt either of us, or humiliate
myself with falling or some other stupid virginal mistake.

Then I felt the hot wet flesh kiss the head of my prick and my life
would never be the same!

The total length of my cock sunk into my grandparents body and it felt
out of this world!  This is what every guy I know is either talking
about or trying to do as often as possible.  The world seemed to make
sense to me suddenly!

Grandma let out a guttural groan of pleasure before gasping, "I had
forgotten how good that feels!  Oh Freddy...!"  Her hands let go of
her raised knees and caressed my face and chest, her eyes wide and
pleasure filled.  "Now fuck your old granny as hard or soft as you
want my love!"

'My love'?  Had 'honey' been replaced?

After the stress to loose our virginity was disintegrated the actual
motion seemed to come natural as my hips began to thrust smoothly back
and forth while my mind drifted into sweet oblivion.  I was all eyes
at that place between our bodies, where my glistening hard shaft moved
constantly in and out of my first woman.  What a deliciously sexy
sight!

The rest of the world ceased to exist - it was only this old woman's
bedroom and the naked moaning person beneath me.  Our world was
defined by my hard cock and the hot wet pussy beneath me.

And how wet!  It practically overflowed so that each of my movements
was pounding into liquid fire!

Grandma was rotating her hips and meeting my thrusts with small
movements of her own.  She was clenching her eyes tightly and her
mouth was open as if short of breath.  Though she had small breasts,
each was topped with a tiny round brown nipple that had tightened into
a little thrusting raisin - each were bouncing around on her chest
deliciously.  They drew my hands and as I grasped the soft sweaty
flesh grandma moaned louder and her lips broadened in a pleased smile.

The whole experience would stay with me forever and I tried hard to
stay conscious of the moment and not loose myself in the cloud of
lust.  I wanted to remember this event forever!

For example, sex was much louder than I had ever imagined and I do not
mean just the sounds of my heavy breathing or grandmas guttural sighs
and moans.  I am talking about my cock moving smoothly back and forth
within a passionate woman - the sloppy sounds echoing up from between
my legs amazed me.  And the smell...!

Then she gasped hurriedly, "I am so close!  One more minute my
love... oh please...!"

I instinctively knew what it was she was talking about and I devoured
the sights, sounds and smell of my first fuck.  Pride filled me that I
could bring pleasure to this woman - even under the influence of my
grandfathers command words.

As the minute progressed grandma's response to our coupling became
louder and more passionate.  Her sex felt wetter and the smells became
sharper.  She had even locked her feet behind my waist, holding me
between those long sexy legs. Her hands had also turned to claws and
scratched at my back desperately.

I simply continued what I had been doing up to that point - long
smooth thrusts back and forth.  This was how fucking was supposed to
be... right?

Then there was no mistaking what exploded within my grandmother.  The
body beneath me froze for several pregnant seconds, every muscle
seemed to clench and hold - even that sheath that my cock lay within.
The screech from her mouth rose in volume until it bounced off the
walls and hurt my ears.  And then when I thought it could not last any
longer my grandparent began spasming beneath me - her body jerking and
thrashing wildly.

Then it was over and grandma's body collapsed onto the top of the bed,
her feet hanging over the edge, and her skin wet with her sweat.

My hips continued their movement and I fucked that near-comatose body
beneath me with patience.  My actions seemed to revive her if only a
little and her eyes open slowly to smile at me dreamily.

Fucking her anxious and participating body had been much more fun than
when she lay still.  Another lesson learnt.  I was excited for more
such lessons!

"You made me so happy my love!"  One hand rose to again caress my
cheek.  "I never thought to feel like this again."  She giggled like a
teenager and asked, "Would you like granny on her knees Freddy?"

My hips finally stopped moving and I realized that my body was covered
in sweat and sticking to my grandparents sweaty body.  It was another
delicious detail that I had never considered.

I knew what she was talking about of course but I had never even
thought of it.  Taking a step back was my answer and I starred down at
my dripping wet cock and the gaping hairy wet hole it had just escaped
from.

Grandma let out another giggled and then slowly rolled onto her knees
and elbows - obviously too excited to await an answer.  She arched her
back downwards and thrust out her ass.

The sight was magnificent - the thrust of gray curly wet-matted hair
between her thighs, the pink sex flowing wetly with pleasure and even
the new sight of the dark brown wrinkled flesh of her anus.

I did not hesitate or need assistance as I stepped forwards and held
my cock down as if aiming a bow and a arrow at a target.  Another
giggle and grandma wiggled her hips - messing up my aim.  "Don't move
grandma!"  I said a little to harshly.  She did not seem to even
notice.

With my free hand I took a hold of her thin soft hip and held her
roughly in place.  "Oh Freddy... yes!"

My cock sunk into the beautiful older woman to the hilt, giving me yet
another image to remember.

Both my hands grasped her tips as grandma began to earnestly rock back
and forth on her knees and elbows.  God this woman was hot!

My hips thrust aggressively back and forth - faster than I had before
and allowed our bodies to slap loudly and lewdly together as they met.

Distantly I again heard grandma panting with her renewed lust - my own
heavy breathing almost overshadowing her sounds but could do nothing
to compete with the bawdy echos coming from between our thrusting
loins.

Grandma began to gasp and mumble to herself and I only caught short
words from her, "... cock... love... more... again... harder...!"

Starring down between us, I could see how grandma's outer lips seemed
to be swollen and puffy - the inner lips trying to grasp my moving
cock possessively but failing.  But I also saw the asterisk of her
anus clench and relax as we thrust and like her breasts earlier, my
hand moved without conscious thought.  The pad of my thumb pressed
against and partially into her bum hole and it was hotter and much
tighter than I would have imagined.

Grandma let out a long guttural groan of pleasure at the new contact
and the single, "... yes...!"

With the phrases from grandpa's word listing I could have his wife any
time I wanted - this moment could be repeated countless times.  There
were other phrases within it, suggestive and playful phrases that I
could not help but consider - using this moment and my grandma as my
muse.  What kind of 'kinky sex' could I have with grandma - was the
place my thumb fondled qualify as 'kinky'?  And what would it be like
for my grandparent to act like a teenager, perhaps calling me 'daddy'?
'Naughty little girls' sometimes needed to be punished - a spanking
perhaps?

It was these thoughts, or future plans, that really pushed me over the
edge.  My dick swelled up and began to immediately jerk within the hot
wet glove that it was encased.  I held to those two hips, forgetting
her anus for now, and pressed myself into her body as I emptied my
balls of sperm.

Grandma jerked beneath me and we would have been unhorsed if not for
my rough grasp of her hips.

All too soon I felt the both of us fall flat onto the bed, she on her
side facing away from me and I on my back.  We lay like that for a
very long while - our breathing and bodies slowly descending from that
erotic high as if unwillingly.

Then, perhaps an hour later, she rolled over to face me, her head held
up with a single palm.  "I am so glad you found grandpas book Freddy."

It was spoken matter-a-factly but shocked me non-the-less.

"You know?"

Grandma laughed lightly, her eyes distant as if remembering a time
long before I was born.  "Of course I knew."

I felt my cheeks flush hotly in shame and stupidity.

"Your grandfather and I loved each other very much Freddy - we made up
that command list when we first got married."  They married young, he
in his twenties, she in her middle teens.

A distant smile accompanied her far away gaze, "We had a lot of fun
with that list back then."  A sigh.  "But he had forgotten it years
ago."  From the disappointment in her voice, I knew she had wished it
had not been 'forgotten'.

Grandma's fingers casually strolled down my flat stomach to graze
through my wet pubic hair.

"When you first said those words in the garage I thought I was going
senile, thinking I had you and your grandfather mixed up."  She
laughed lightly, distantly at the more recent memory.

Her hand having found my weary penis, toyed with it absentmindedly.
This intimacy was unfamiliar to me but I liked it very much!

"When I realized that I was not going old and I had not imagined those
words, my body reacted rather violently while my mind began to get
angry."  Grandma was looking at her hand playing with my soft soiled
cock.

"What does your generation call a woman's privates Freddy?"

I thought of a half dozen names, but only one really stood out, "A
'cunt' grandma."

She made a small acceptance noise and continued, "My cunt had never
reacted that way before - not even with your grandfather.  Though it
has been years since we had made love and I never seriously thought to
feel a man inside me again."  She meant grandpa of course, and the
last thing I would call what we did was 'make love'.  Though I did not
feel the need to interrupt her at that moment.

Grandma shivered noticeably and then giggled like a teenager again,
"See... even now, thinking about it causes me to react!"  Her eyes
rose up to my own, "I loved your cock today Freddy."

She said it so earnestly that it would have been a joke coming from
anyone else.

"I loved your cunt grandma."

Her face softened and her eyes again descended to my soft cock and her
fondling hand.  "I am fifty-nine years old Freddy and I thought I
would never have another lover - your grandfather being my only one.
And then the way you looked at me...!"  She shivered yet again.  "He
never looked at me like that and I loved it!  My cunt loved it!"

Another girlish giggle.

"I know I am just an old woman and can not compete with girls your own
age but I want you to know", she looked up intensely right into my
eyes, "that I will always be here for your my love."

There was no mistaking what 'here' meant to her.  Grandma wanted me to
continue to look on her naked body as I had this morning - she wanted
me to want to continue to have sex with her.  Perhaps she even wanted
me to continue to speak the words from the command list?

My silence must have made her nervous, "I would understand if this was
to be the only time Freddy - what we are doing is wrong after all?"
Her hand returned to her raised hip and I felt its loss already, her
eyes starring at the messy bed spread between our naked bodies.

Let me explain that I was overwhelmed with the things I had done, seen
and discovered this morning.  In fact my emotions were a little numb
since my second blast from my cock that it took a moment for me to
realize grandma was giving me a way out of this place I found myself
in.

I rolled onto my side facing her, my head held up in my palm and that
arm held up by the elbow.

Throughout this morning, it was only this moment that her face looked
her age.  I guessed it was her submerged sadness.

Did she really think that I could discover such a pleasure-filled
world and just turn away from it?  Sure she was my grandma and I loved
her as such - but my lust for her simply appended to that love.  I
wanted to make her happy!  I wanted to feel and hear her orgasm again
and again!

Those softened small nipples topped her very small breasts - I
remembered how they seemed to scratch my palm when they had been hard
as I held her as we fucked.  Right now I could lean over and take one
into my mouth, sucking it until it returned to its sexy hardness and I
knew grandma would do nothing but enjoy.

Then there was that brown-gray kinky forest of fur between her legs.
I could reach over and slip my hand between those thin shapely wet
thighs and press a finger, or two, into her.  I had fantasied about
doing such a thing with a girl - fingering one I mean.  In fact, I had
expected, before this day, to have fingered a girl long before I lost
my virginity.  What would grandma do if I was to reach over to do that
now?  She would spread her thighs and sigh with pleasure is what I
knew she would do.

The woman I had known all my life was gone - replaced by a woman as
colourful a person as I could ever imagine.  I had no doubts that in
public she would be the cold correct grandparent.  Yet in private she
was this sexy and willing woman.  A woman who would give her all to
her man and there was little doubt in my mind that I was now that man.
My finding the command word list and then the subsequent actions proof
enough.  Grandpa was long gone - the sexual part of their relationship
had been dead years before by her own account.

"'Unclimbed summit'!"

Grandma's eyes rose up to my own in surprise - she had really thought
I would not want her again, or was this her reaction to this phrase.
Then, just as quickly, those eyes dropped my my soft weary cock.
"Already?"

My hand reached out and pushed her over onto her shoulders back on the
bed.  Her eyes watched my own, tears quickly filling them as I
advanced.  "The question is grandma, are you ready?"

She bit the bottom of her lip and nodded her head aggressively,
anxiously.  The tears now rolling slowly down both her cheeks.

"Spread your legs grandma!"

I had no doubts that she would have denied me this and she complied
before I had even finished my request.

Climbing off the bed I knelt down on that forgotten pillow and placed
my hands on the inside of her soft smooth thighs.  Her flesh felt warm
to the touch and her legs spread further in anticipation.

She watched me anxiously, innocently, past her own body as I leaned
in.

The smell was intoxicating and I loved it.  There was no other smell
on this earth that could compare I knew.  I actually stuck the tip of
my nose into that full bush and inhaled deeply.  Another first to
remember for the rest of my life!

I sat there and then starred at that place I had enjoyed so intimately
only a short while ago.  It was the place that all guys want to
acquire - the part of a woman's body that often gave meaning to guys
my age.  It was not just an obstacle to overcome, to seek out and
find.  It was that place between my grandmothers legs that she drew
her pleasure from and that made it special.  It was also a place that
was mine to use and enjoy - at my whim.

My kiss was soft and feather-light but grandma hissed in pleasure then
arched her back up off the bed almost violently.  I loved that
response.

My tongue snaked out from past my lips and slipped into the flowered
open pink flower before me.  The taste was indescribable, almost alien
in comparison to anything else that I had sampled - but I loved it!

Grandma prayed, "Oh god...!"

A hand grasped my longish hair and held me between those thin sexy
thighs, the other, I saw, was fondling one of those small breasts
roughly.  I took note of how she touched herself - knowing this
information would be useful later.

Then, with grandma humping her hips up into my face, I slipped a hand
between my chin and the soiled bed spread and gently pressed a finger
into her sex.

The noises coming from her became guttural but definitely favourable.

Another hand joined the first upon my head and the fingers turned into
claws, grasping my full head of hair anxiously.  Grandma's knees had
risen and bent so that her heels dug into the edge of the bed so that
she gained the leverage she needed to begin to pump her hips right off
the bed and directly into my face.

A second finger added to the first and I loved the feel of her hot wet
folds clasping at my thrusting digits.  The clitoris, that mysterious
and highly speculated body part, was obvious as it had enlarged and
stuck out from the top of the crevice.  I sucked it as if possessed
and grandma screeched in response.

She was going wild but I saw over her heaving thrusting sweaty body a
wide smile.

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