A shy and introverted boy had his fantasies come alive during the summer of 1973.

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Chapter One: My Grandma.

I love my Grandma, and while I'm sure most other people would say the same thing about their own, I mean it. I love her. Always have, and as I grew older, my love for her changed into something much more intense. A love so strong that when summer came around each year, I not only didn't dread visiting her, I looked forward to it.

My folks were probably as happy as I was to see me go visit her, as it got their nerd son out of their sight so they could do whatever they wanted in my absence. Since all I usually did was hang around the house and read, I'm sure I was in the way of a lot of stuff that parents like to do.

My yearly visit had evolved from a week to two weeks, and now pretty much took over the entire summer. College was waiting on the other end of the season, but for July and most of August, I was going to be Grandma's albatross.

That was fine with her, my grandmother would always say when I called myself that, and it was her idea for me to eventually spend the whole summer with her. An idea that I jumped on the second it was offered, and I relished the chance to be "Grandma's favorite boy," once again, even if I was a man now, at least chronologically.

Her name was Nancy Setzer, and had been a widow for almost a dozen years, Grandpa having passed away so long ago I didn't even remember him. She had stayed in the same house after he died, and I always looked up to her for being able to keep up with things on the little farm so well despite being alone.

I had always looked up to her for another reason; a much simpler one. Grandma Nancy was close to six foot tall, and as I made my yearly visits I would always say that I was going to be as tall as she was by next summer, and she would make little marks on the wall to show my height every year.

Now I had come to realize that wasn't going to happen, and even though Grandma had stopped suggesting that I run over to the wall each year to mark off my height when I first got there, I insisted on renewing the ritual once again upon my arrival.

"You're a little taller again this year," Grandma said after making another line on the wall about an inch above the last one, and I made a mock cheer even though I knew that she had cheated a little bit, because 5'5" was what I was and what I would likely be for the rest of my life.

At least here I was Richie, unlike at home where my friends would call me by my nickname, Pee Wee. Needless to say I loathed the moniker, and as much as it hurt to hear my supposed pals call me that, the worst was when my mother called me that one day.

Accidentally, of course. It had just slipped, and although she apologized profusely and I waved it off as being nothing, it hurt. Nobody wants to be called Pee Wee, runt, half-pint, or any one of the many names a lot of people had for me. Here with Grandma, I was Richie.

So I continued to look up to my Grandma, literally and figuratively, and that didn't bother me a bit. Even as she rapidly approached 60, she was still a beautiful woman who could pass for at least ten years younger, and that wasn't just a grandson talking. I was an aficionado of older women, having always found myself attracted to them for whatever reason, and I knew she was still beautiful.

That first afternoon back I had joined her out in the backyard as she hung up the laundry on the clothes line. It had been a ritual of ours for as long as I could remember, and it was one of the highlights of the summer for me.

Grandma was wearing a pair of jeans that had been turned into shorts, and she still had nice, shapely legs that were just beginning to tan a little. They would be golden brown before the summer was done, just like her arms would be.

I could easily imagine her back in her college days, playing basketball for her school back when women's athletics were in their infancy, and imagined what terror she brought to any of the dainty women who dared try to drive the lane on her with her wingspan.

The sleeveless blouse she was wearing showcased those incredible arms, which were beautifully toned for a woman of any age. Although they had lost a little of the hint of muscularity that she possessed earlier in her life, they were still firm and well shaped with little of the hanging skin that occurs as women age.

Now, as I dutifully held the laundry basket, Grandma took a towel from me and reached up to pin it up on the cord, and as usual my eyes went directly to her armpits which were fully exposed with the casual lifting of her arms.

All was right with the world, I thought to myself as my eyes took in the delightful sight of the long wisps of light brown hair that were nestled in the gentle hollows of her underarms. The color of her armpit hair was now a sharp contrast to the hair on her head, which had become silver in hue. I shifted my feet as my cock surged in the tight confines of my jeans, becoming so hard that I thought it would rip through the denim.

Why did her underarms excite me so, I wondered as any pretense of not actually looking at her vanished and I stood there staring at this most erotic sight. Why was I so disappointed a few years ago when I saw them smooth and hairless,the result of her having shaved them before I had arrived? While it had provided an interesting diversion for me to keep close watch over the summer as the smoothness was replaced first by peach fuzz and then by stubble, it just wasn't the same as her natural beauty.

"I don't bother most of the time," Grandma said, breaking me out of my trance, and when I looked over at her it was obvious that she had caught me staring, and knew what I was staring at as well.

"Hanging clothes out like this. I use the clothes dryer the rest of the year, as much as I hate to admit it," Grandma said, setting me straight as to what she was referring to. "I only use the clothesline when I have a helper. Smells much fresher hanging them this way though, doesn't it?"

"Yes," I agreed. Smells nice, and so did Grandma. She was never one for artificially deodorizing or heavily perfuming herself, and by standing so close to her I could inhale the fresh scent of her when her arms went up and down.

An Ivory Soap kind of freshness, and mixed with her natural aroma, it made for a scented cocktail that was almost as erotic as the sight itself. While Grandma's arms went up and down I couldn't get enough of the beauty of the modest tufts of hair that were so close to me that I could see the hairs flutter with the breeze.

What would they feel like? I had often wondered that very thing. The hair seemed so fine, I always imagined it to feel like silk to the touch, and how badly I wanted to just reach over and run my hands under her arms. My fingers - my tongue. I got light-headed just thinking of it.

While I felt my face flush at being caught staring at my grandmother like that, it didn't stop me from continuing to look each time her hands went up over her head. It also didn't stop Grandma from not only lifting her arms, but keeping them raised to allow me delightfully long views until she was finished securing the pins.

Her breasts were cradled in a bra, as they always were, and outside of very brief peeks into her cleavage from time to time when she would bend over, they had remained a mystery to me except for late one night when I saw her going from the bathroom to her bedroom.

Unsupported or hidden under a harness, her breasts seemed much larger as they swung in front of her in that flimsy nightie, and she was probably unaware of my prying eyes that savored those few seconds in my imagination long after that evening.

"There!" she announced, tossing the extra clothespins in the laundry basket which I strategically held at waist level to hide what I'm sure was a very obvious boner from Grandma's sight.

At that point I found my way into the bathroom, where I jerked myself off to the vision of her that lingered in my mind as I popped my load into the sink. I cleaned the sink thoroughly afterward, my shame telling me that I would not ever do this again while knowing full well that I would probably spend the next two months doing that very same thing over and over again.

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Chapter Two: Night.

Late that night I heard the sounds of her footsteps in the hall outside of my bedroom door. The squeaking of the floor of the ancient farmhouse had grown louder as Grandma grew closer, alerting me of her approach and causing me to abort the activity I was engaged in.

The activity I was engrossed in at the time was masturbating, and I was getting pretty close to orgasm when I was interrupted. The ironic part of this was that the vision that was the inspiration of my erection was the very woman that now stood outside of my door.

I could see the shadow of her feet at the bottom of the door, and had pulled my cum catcher off of my cock seconds earlier, stuffing my sock under the bedding as I pulled the thin sheet up to my chest.

A friend had invented this method of containing the mess that resulted from jacking off, or so he had claimed, and I was glad he had because when you jerked off as much as I did it came in handy. It was my favorite pastime, which I suppose was a habit most guys my age shared, although I doubted that many took it to the levels I did.

I had already pumped one out that morning in the shower, and had been forced to make that emergency release of my pent-up energy after spending the afternoon with my grandmother, so this would have been my third orgasm of the day.

Now I waited as my grandmother either came in to make sure I was tucked in or continued on her way down the hall. Maybe she was trying to decide herself, as she stayed outside of the door for what seemed like forever.

A squeak of the floor suggested that she was going off to her room, and I was a bit sorry about that, because even though at 18 I wasn't in need of being tucked in, I relished the opportunity to see her again, even in the dim light provided by the moon which streamed in through the unshaded window.

Then, just as I was getting ready to retrieve my sock and resume my self-abuse, another squeak indicated her return, and then the door opened slowly, letting the light from the hall in briefly while Grandma stepped inside before she closed the door quietly behind her.

"Richie?" she whispered softly.

I had a decision to make. Having frozen in place when the door had started to open, I was now torn between answering her and pretending I was sleeping. My erection having gone away for the most part, I probably looked like I was still asleep as I lay on my back with my right arm up toward the headboard and my left hand - my working hand if you will - innocently at my side under the sheet, so I remained silent and squinted to make her silhouette out in the murky lighting.

"You awake, honey?" she asked, and when she got no response, she did not turn and leave the room, but instead pulled the sheet down a bit and climbed into the bed next to me.

My heart started pounding like a jackhammer when I felt the warmth of her body just inches away from mine. Relief was my dominant emotion, as she had only pulled the sheet down to my waist. Any further and she would have seen her favorite grandson in all his glory.

Now as we lay in bed, with me on my back and Grandma on her side facing me, my mind raced wildly as all sorts of things whizzed through my head. Sick things, and strange things, or at least that was what most people would think. As it turned out, truth sometimes is stranger than fiction.

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Chapter Three: I'm awake.

Grandma was so close to me that I could feel her breath on my chest and smell its minty fragrance as it drifted up toward me. She had to be able to hear my heart beating because it sounded like thunder to me, and when she repeated, "Richie?", I swallowed hard and cleared my throat before answering.

"I'm awake," I squeaked.

"I hope I didn't scare you, honey," Grandma said.

"No," I managed, and while the room was only illuminated by moonlight, my eyes had adjusted well enough so that I could see Grandma a little bit. She was wearing that white nightie that I remembered so well, and I would have given anything to have been able to turn on the light and been able to get a better look. Of course, that would have meant she could have seen me too.

"Does it bother you?" she asked. "Me being in here like this with you? I probably shouldn't."

Grandma stirred a little, almost as if she was going to get up, and while I felt a little uncomfortable

"No," I answered, a little too loud and quickly. "Please stay."

"Okay," Grandma said, and as she settled back down onto her side she put her right hand lightly on my chest.

My breathing became ragged over this innocent touch, so much so that it had to have been noticeable to her.

"it's so nice having you back here again. I can't believe how much I missed not having you around. Does this bother you?" Grandma asked. "My touching you like this?"

"No," I replied, and felt her weathered hand start to make a gentle circular motion in the center of my scrawny, hairless chest.

"The years pass by so quickly," Grandma said softly, her fingers grazing my nipple, and the little nub got hard instantly. "My favorite grandson now all grown up and a man already."

"Not grown up enough," I said.

"You shouldn't let your height bother you."

"Or lack thereof," I added.

"I always felt self-conscious about my being so tall when I was young," she admitted. "Kids always pick on people that are different."

"I'm different, alright."

"You're smart, and they're probably jealous of that so they use what they know will hurt you," Grandma said. "There's more to being a man than just height. Besides, you're so cute, I'll bet all the girls are after you in school."

"I wish," I said, feeling my cock start to stiffen despite my best efforts to not have that happen.

"You've been with a girl, right?" Grandma asked.

"You mean on a date?"

"Well that too," Grandma said. "I meant being with a girl - intimately."

My breath caught in my throat at that, and Grandma's hand stopped stroking my chest.

"Sort of," I finally said.

"You do like girls, right Richie? I mean, it's alright if you're a... you know."

"No, I'm not," I quickly replied. "I like girls. A lot."

"That's good," she said, her hand resuming the feathery circular stroking of my chest. "I figured you did. I even thought that I saw you looking at me a little funny earlier this afternoon."

"Yes," I heard myself saying. "I was. I always do. I'm sorry if that creeps you out."

"No Richie, not at all," Grandma assured me. "It's a nice feeling to have a man looking at me after all these years, even though I'm not much to look at anymore."

"That's not true," I told her. "You're beautiful. I..."

Luckily I stopped myself, because I was just about to blurt out something about masturbating while thinking about her all the time, and that would have freaked her right out and sent her running. Besides, I was enjoying her being so close to me like this so much that I never wanted this to end.

"What were you going to say, honey?"

"Uh," I mumbled. "It's just that I can't get over how little you've changed over the years. You look just as great as ever, and you have such beautiful arms. I guess I love looking at the hair under your arms too."

"I know you do, honey," Grandma said.

"You do?"

"Of course, Richie," Grandma replied. "I've noticed that for years. That's why I always wear sleeveless things when you're here, and why I make sure that you help me put the clothes on the line, and why I always make sure you get a lot of chances to look."

"I'm pretty weird," I confessed.

"Not weird, honey," Grandma said. "It makes you happy and I love making you happy. Besides, now you have some of your own."

I shivered when Grandma's hand came over from my chest and slid under my upraised arm, letting her fingers rake through the very sparse gathering of hair, and this ended my losing battle I had been fighting with my by now throbbing erection.

"I miss being with a man like this," Grandma confessed, mercifully letting her hand go back to my chest before I had an orgasm right then and there. "It's been so long. I have a lady friend, but it isn't the same. Do you know what I mean?"

"Uh, I guess," I said, not really understanding.

"Like I was saying," Grandma continued. "You've been with girls before? I mean - you've had sex, right?"

I was used to lying about this around my friends, but I found myself unable to lie to my grandmother, so instead I simply said, "No. Not really."

"Not really?" Grandma asked, and when she said it I realized how stupid it must have sounded.

"Well, I've messed around with a couple of girls, but the one time I was actually going to do it with a girl she... started laughing when she saw me naked and I couldn't - you know."

"Girls can be so mean," Grandma said. "She was very immature, and you shouldn't let that one experience bother you. Besides, just like height, penis size doesn't really matter. I'm sure you're just fine in that department."

As she spoke, I felt Grandma's hand slide down my chest to my stomach. This wasn't a dream, I remember telling myself. This is happening. That's Grandma's hand on my stomach, and now it's slipping under the sheet, and what she was looking for was right there.

"Omigod Richie!"

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Chapter Four: Grandma's hand.

Even in the dim light I could see the expression of shock on Grandma's face. Her eyes were wide open as her hand slid down the length of my erection, her fingers gliding down the underside of my cock, which was arched back onto my stomach.

Flipping the sheet off of me, she reached back and clicked on the lamp, bathing us in light. While Grandma stared at my cock, I was busy staring at her breasts, which were big and full and hung down to the bedding despite the nightgown's restraint.

"Richie," Grandma repeated, reaching back down and taking my cock in her hand and pulling it up off of my stomach and to an upright position. "I can't believe how - well endowed you are."

"Do you like it, Grandma? I asked, beaming with pride for one of the few times in my life.

Grandma nodded, looking at me the way I wanted Kathy Baker to look at me when she took my pants down that night.

"I can't," Grandma said, looking back and forth between my face and the throbbing organ that she held in her hand, before muttering under her breath, "has to be a foot long."

My cock wasn't a foot long, and I should know because I measure it a lot. Guess it depends on how you measure it, but it's somewhere between 7 and 9 inches long and pretty thick too. I guess because it is attached to a puny little body, that makes it look bigger than it is, or at least that's what my friend Eddie Mathers said that day we measured each other's and he was stunned when he saw how much bigger I was than him.

A little pearl of semen had oozed out of the tip of my cock, and I was so hard that I was afraid that the skin was going to rip open any second. I needed to cum, and tried to move my hips a little while Grandma held it.

"Richie, do you want me to" was as far and she got, because when Grandma's hand slid down the shaft of my dick, I exploded.

Rising up onto my elbows, I watched as my cock made like Old Faithful, spurting thick jets of cum at least a foot in the air initially, while my body spasmed under the force of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

Grandma was shocked when she saw what was going on, and simply held onto my dick while it kept ejaculating all over the place until my nuts were drained. Gobs of semen were splattered all over my chest and stomach, and Grandma's hand and arm were dripping as well.
"I'm sorry, Richie," Grandma said, giving my now flaccid organ a few long pulls before setting it back down into my cum drenched pubes. "That was my fault. I can't believe I did that."

"It was great, Grandma," I told her. "I loved it, and I love you."

"It's just as well what happened, happened," Grandma said. "The things I was thinking - thinking of doing..."

"I want to see you, Grandma," I heard myself saying. "Take off your nightie."

"I can't, Richie," she protested.

"Please," I said, almost begging. "I've dreamed about seeing you naked all my life. Please."

Grandma slowly got up from the bed and started to reach for the light to turn it off, but I shook my head.

"Please. I want to really be able to see you."

"You're going to be disappointed, honey," Grandma said, biting her lip and looking around the room before reaching down for the hem of her nightgown and lifting it up.

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Chapter Five: Seeing Grandma.

While it happened in real time, it felt like it was all in slow motion. I had rolled onto my side and propped myself up onto my elbow as Grandma seemed to be looking for a way out of the room. She had wiped my cum off of her arm and hand and after fidgeting for a minute, finally lifted the nightie up and over her head.

I had pictured what Grandma would look like naked many times, but when the nightie came off I realized that even my imagination did not prepare me for what I saw.

First exposed were her thighs, pale and strong looking, and then her bush was revealed. A wild and untamed jungle of hair surrounded her pussy, and while the bush was massive in scope, the hair wasn't dense enough to hide the lips of her pussy which were large and inviting looking.

Grandma's tummy was soft and fleshy, but very little was visible because of the size of her breasts. Her tits were huge; large, bell-shaped jugs with crimson-hued aureolas the size of drink coasters and thick pegs for nipples. How she managed to hide the size of those massive breasts inside her modest clothing was a mystery to me, and a bigger question was why?

"You're so beautiful," I whispered.

"Richie," Grandma said, shaking her head a little at me while she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Don't, Grandma," I said about her attempt to hide her breasts. "Let me see them. They're amazing. You should never wear a bra."

"Nobody wants to see an old cow's udders."

"I do," I said. "And they are amazing. If you don't believe what I'm saying, just look."

I nodded down to my crotch where my cock had become erect again, and Grandma did a double take when she saw the effect looking at her had on me. She seemed to relax at that, smiling and dropping her hands back to her sides.

I reached for her, motioning for her to join me on the bed, and when she knelt on the bed next to me and leaned over me, I reached up and grabbed her dangling tits.

They were so large that I needed two hands to handle one of them, and as I kneaded the doughy globe I brought my lips to her nipple and sucked on the thick stub, feeling it swell even larger in my mouth.

Grandma groaned, reaching over to grab to headboard to brace herself while I squeezed her tit and sucked on her nipple like a hungry baby. I was in heaven, I thought to myself. With her arm stretched over my head, I was afforded an intimate view of her armpit.

Unable to resist, I found myself pulling my mouth off of her breasts and craning upward until my face was buried under Grandma's arm. When she realized what I was doing she leaned down and made it easier for me to do what I long dreamed of.

Her armpit hair was every bit as soft as I had dreamed it would be, and while my tongue swirled around the sweet and salty hairs Grandma let out a sigh that indicated she was liking what I was doing, a suspicion that was confirmed when I felt her hand clamp around my cock.

"I want you, honey," I heard Grandma say. "It's so wrong, but I can't help myself."

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Chapter Six: The end of a virgin.

Suddenly, Grandma got up from the bed and left the room, and while the sight of her plump butt wiggling as she left was delightful I didn't understand what was wrong. I got up and had started to follow her when she came back into the room, holding a tube of some kind.

"You're going to have to be patient with me, okay Richie?" she asked as she eased us back to the bed. "It's been a very long time for me, and I've become a little dry over the years I'm afraid."

"Although not so much tonight," she added when she reached down and touched herself. "Have you ever gone down on any of your girlfriends?"

"No," I said. "I don't know how, but I want to."

"Wanting to is all you need," Grandma said, guiding my head down between her legs.

I had touched Kathy Baker's pussy, but that was it. Now I was staring at the swirling jungle of hair between Grandma's spread thighs and had no idea what to do. Luckily, Grandma's hands took my head down, and when I started licking she guided me where I needed to go.

"Oh Richie," Grandma moaned while I licked between her labia, immersering my face in her pussy. The smell was pungent but sent a chill down my spine as I kept licking and sucking blindly.

After a minute I found myself being put on all fours above her, with Grandma's face under my crotch. I looked over at the mirror on the dresser, and the sight of my skinny liitle body in the "69" over my amazon-like grandmother made my cock surge.

I bowed my head and resumed licking her pussy while down below, I felt Grandma's hands grab my cock with both hands, milking it while sucking on my balls. It didn't take long for me to realize that I wasn't going to be able to take much of this so I manuevered myself away from that incredible treatment and knelt beside Grandma.

"Here honey," Grandma said as she handed me the tube of lubricant. "Work some of this inside of me."

I squeezed some of the cool gel onto my finger and dipped it inside of her pussy while Grandma nodded her approval and moved her hips into my hand.

"Two fingers honey. Three maybe," Grandma encouraged me as she took some of the lubricant and rubbed it all over my cock.

"That's it," Grandma said approvingly as I spun a second and third finger inside of her. "Be gentle at first, honey. Never had a man as big as you before."

I scrambled on top of her and knelt between her opened thighs, cock in hand, and poked around for a few seconds though the silky hair before Grandma's hand grabbed me.

"That's it," Grandma grunted as she put the head of my cock between those slippery pussy lips of hers. "Push."

It felt like I was trying to jam the head of my cock into a keyhole and was losing the battle. it was then that I felt Grandma's hands on my ass, pulling me towards her while my cock felt like it was being crushed in a vise.

Suddenly, Grandma cried out and I lurched forward, my cock sliding into the warmest and most incredible place imaginable. Grandma was smiling and I felt tears running down my cheeks and I moved myself in and out of her.

It felt so good, and after a minute or so of this I panicked. Grandma's face had turned red, and she seemed to be in some sort of pain. I stopped, not doing what I had done, but Grandma's eyes bulged out and she thrust her hips up into me.

"Harder!" she cried out, and I had just started thrusting into her again when her back arched up and she scratched and clawed at me while her eyes rolled back in her head.

Her pussy savagely clamped around my cock, and as it did I felt myself cum deep inside of Grandma, holding onto her tight as she writhed around under me until we both went limp.

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Chapter Seven: Speechless.

I rolled off of Grandma and onto my back, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes while listening to the sound of our breathing. So that was what an woman's orgasm was, I thought to myself as I replayed Grandma's reaction in my mind. Really neat, and to think I was responsible for that made me ecstatic.

I looked down at my dead dick, which hung over on my right hip, deflated but still tingling from the experience. Grandma's hand suddenly appeared and took my limp cock in her hand and wiggled it around.

"You were incredible, honey," Grandma said when I looked over at her and saw her smiling face. "It was very wrong for me to do that to you though."

"No it wasn't Grandma," I said. "It was what I had always dreamed of doing. I want to do it again."

"Better give your third leg a chance to recover first," Grandma said, giving my dick a playful tug before rolling off the bed and onto her feet, wincing a little as my cum gurgled out from her pouting pussy lips, before she began gingerly moving toward the bathroom.

"Feels like you're still in me," Grandma said as her body shivered a little while she waddled toward the door.

"Hurry back," I suggested, and after she left I began pulling on my cock to try and revitalize it before she returned.

I wanted to have my cock inside that vise-like pussy again so badly, but having cum twice in the last hour seemed to have taken the starch out of me, at least for the moment, and I was still yanking on it when Grandma returned.

"Maybe I can help," she suggested, and while the sight of her did inspire me a little, it was what she did that brought me back to life.

Climbing onto the bed, Grandma went between my legs and took my cock in the hand. After a couple of long stretching motions, her head bowed down and I felt the head of my dick go into her mouth.

"Oh!" I moaned as I looked down and saw Grandma's silver hair bouncing on my hips while her mouth went up and down my cock, which started getting longer and thicker right away.

Soon my cock was nearly erect, and while her hand held my shaft at the base, her mouth worked over the rest of it. Peeking up at me a couple of times to see my reaction, she winked a me while licking the crown, tickling the opening with the tip of her tongue before swooping down again.

"Stay there," Grandma said as she moved up and straddled my crotch with hers, rubbing my fully engorged tool between her pussy lips before guiding me inside of her.

"Oh my!" Grandma exclaimed as she impaled herself with my cock and began to slowly rock on me. "Feels even bigger this way."

I reached up and grabbed her swaying breasts, kneading the doughy jugs roughly while she ground herself onto me. Her hands joined mine, and together we manhandled her tits until she came again, crying out as her body spasmed.

This orgasm seemed to take everything out of her, and while she kept moving on me, she seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Want me to finish you off with my mouth?" Grandma suggested, and while that was tempting I didn't want to stop now.

"Getting kind of sore down there, baby," she said. "Not used to this anymore."

"Oh okay," I said. "Wait a second. Lift your arms up for me."

"Like this, honey?" Grandma asked, putting her hands behind her head and smiling when she knew why I was asking.

I smiled back, staring at those furry armpits as I gently moved my dick around inside of her.

"How about this?" she suggested, and moved her head to the side and licked her own armpit, pasting a spray of hair against the inside of her arm.

"Geez!" I cried out as I came, my eyes getting blurry as I filled her pussy once again with my seed.

"Now I know your weakness," Grandma said with an impish grin. "I'll have to remember that."

"You mean we'll do this again?" I asked hopefully.

"When I recover," Grandma said. "When I can put my legs together again, or when my jaw stops aching. You've worn me out. Maybe next week."

"Besides," Grandma said as she eased down beside me and looked up at the ceiling. "Can't go to hell more than once, or so I figure."

Grandma didn't need a week. She even surprised me when I woke up late the next morning and staggered into the kitchen, where Grandma was wide awake, had a pot of coffee going and was sipping a cup as she watched me make my entrance.

"About time, sleepy head," Grandma said with a smile.

I returned the smile, and was stunned when I saw that underneath the red, sleeveless blouse she was wearing, there was nothing there except her. Those magnificent breasts stretching the cotton with their majestic fullness and her nipples clearly visible for my enjoyment.

"For your eyes only, honey," Grandma said, running her hand through her hair and giving me the entire treat.

"It's going to be a long week of waiting until you recover," I said sadly as I went over and gave her a kiss.

"Can't have you walking around like this for a week," Grandma said, her hand reaching down and squeezing my erection through my underwear.

"Last night made me remember how much I missed men," she said, slipping her hand under the elastic of my underwear so she could pull on my limp cock, which was not going to stay rubbery for long.

"And you, Richie, are a real stallion. Must be in the bloodline I reckon. You might be too much for me to handle alone though," Grandma said as she lifted her butt up onto the kitchen counter while I moved toward her with my boner in hand. "Maybe I should invite my friend over to give me a hand."

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