Loading...Pity me, the poor orphan! My mother gave me up for adoption when she was 17, and I was that many minutes old. I grew up with Mom and Pop Hadley on a quiet, tree-lined street in a quiet, little town in upstate New York. Good home cooking. Lots of love. And, to be honest, almost zero questions about my birth mom.
Really, by 14 or 15, I was over it. She was a kid. I had a pair of great parents and two great siblings. I was happy. And, I never looked back. Well . . . until I was forced to.
At 18, I went off to college at a quiet, tree-shaded state college campus about 3 hours from home. Pop Hadley owned a two-pump gas station, so I grew up working and went off to college without much money. Right away, I knew I needed to work, for the money and just because that’s what I’d always done.
A couple of weeks after setting up in my dorm and starting classes, I started my job search. Within a week, I’d found a job at . . guess. A gas station. I pumped gas and helped out with repairs four about four hours every afternoon. On weekends, I’d get the late shift, from 5 ’til midnight. No more than a little over minimum wage, but the work was easy. I could even study here and there on the late weekend shift.
I’m gonna tell you two things about me physically. First, as an ex-varsity athlete with four letters, I’m in pretty good shape. Second, I have a big cock. I’ve measured it: 8 ½ inches and about the same in diameter. My first real girlfriend freaked when she got her hands around it; my last girlfriend shrieked in delight when she fished it out of my jeans. That seems to be the way it is: either girls love it or they fear it.
Saturday nights at the gas station were pretty quiet, until around midnight when the bars closed down. I’d get all kinds of crazy drunks and disappointed singles driving home to empty houses and apartments. In a way, it was entertaining, except when they locked their keys in the car or forgot how gas pumps worked or realized they’d spent their last five bucks on that beer and chaser. I’d learned to take most of the drama in stride working at Pop’s.
But, one night, just as the crisp winds of autumn were filling the air, a big Lincoln drove up to the pump at a minute to midnight. I watched as the door opened and a pair of long, sexy legs descended onto the ground. The legs were followed by a curvy body in a tight black dress. She had silver hair, cut short and stylish, and a big wide smile. For a woman pushing past her forties, she was in great shape.
She swayed on her heels over to my booth and blared that sweet smile across the bulletproof plexiglass. I smiled back.
“Hi,” she said, waving her hand at me. “I know this is going to sound stupid. But . . . .”
She paused, and I motioned my head up and down to encourage her, still smiling.
She continued. “I’m coming back from big event out at the Country Club. And, I really don’t want to get any gasoline on my dress or my coat.” She paused again and turned up the watts on her smile. “Do you think you could help me out?”
I laughed. The clock read midnight on the dot.
“Sure,” I answered. “Hold on a sec.”
I switched the gas station sign off and flipped the neon “Open” light to “Closed.” I pushed the door open and walked around to her car.
“Oh, thanks,” she gushed. “Thanks so much.”
I nodded and pulled the nozzle off the pump. “Fill ‘er up?”
She nodded and leaned against the side of the car.
“What’s going on up at the Country Club?” I asked.
She tittered. “Just an award dinner for some civic group. Booooooring.”
I chuckled. “I thought maybe you were getting an award.”
Her eyes widened. “For what?”
“For the cutest smile in town?” I laughed.
She giggled and pushed her index fingers into the corners of her lips and pushed her mouth up into a smile. I laughed harder.
“My name’s Conor,” I said.
“I’m Julie,” she answered with a bow.
I noticed the thick gold wedding band on her finger. She glanced down to her finger as well.
“Now, Conor,” Julie said, smiling back at me. “Yes, I’m a married woman.”
I laughed and we started chatting. About college. About the weather. About Lincolns. And, of course, about her smile. I’d finished pumping the gas and hung the nozzle back up. But we kept chatting, both of us enjoying the easy, flirty chemistry. The clock ticked onward to 12:30.
“Well, Conor,” Julie said finally. “I better get going before the Lincoln becomes a pumpkin, or at worst, a Chevy.”
I laughed and closed her door after she slid into the driver’s seat.
“Great to meet you, Conor,” Julie said, offering me her petite hand.
I took it in my meatier paw and gently shook it. “Come back any time!”
“Oh, I will,” she said with a laugh as she fired up the car.
The Lincoln rolled out onto the street and, smiling, I turned to close up the station. Maybe, I thought to myself, this is why younger guys dig older woman – – no drama, just pleasant fun.
Julie started popping by the gas station every couple of days. We’d chat while I filled up the Lincoln – – sometimes with as much as two gallons. We started to develop a nice friendship. She always seemed to be in a good mood, interested in me and what I was doing. And I was always happy to see that smile and that very alluring, plush body.
A couple more Saturdays rolled around before I saw Julie on the late shift. But, just as I was closing up one chilly Saturday night, the big, black Lincoln rolled into the station. I had just put the last lock on the pumps. Julie slid her window down.
“Sorry, no more gas tonight.”
Julie laughed.
“More country club awards.”
She laughed again and motioned me over to the car.
“Hi Conor. No. No more country club. But, I’ve got a different kind of problem.”
I nodded.
“My husband is out of town on business, and I can’t figure out how to turn on the alarm system. I have the code and everything. But, there are too many buttons!”
I laughed. “The old, ‘husband about of town’ ruse. Promise you won’t take advantage of an innocent college boy?”
Julie laughed. “God, no. I just can’t sleep without the alarm on. Help me out.”
Smiling, I walked over to the passenger door and heard the lock click open. I jumped in.
“Let’s go!”
Julie laughed and accelerated out of the station lot. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!”
I glanced over at her. She was wearing a long fur coat and a pair of high heels. Her bare calves flexed as she worked the car pedals. Her sliver hair almost glowed in the moonlight. I watched her long, slender fingers grasping the steering wheel. If this wasn’t a MILF fantasy, I thought to myself, I’m not a porn aficionado.
Ten minutes later, we pulled into a long, shrub-lined driveway. Julie switched the car off and the two of us crunched across the driveway gravel to the front door. She unlocked the door and turned on the hall lights.
“This way,” she said, walking in front of me.
She pointed to the wall-mounted keypad and handed me a scrap of paper. The sequence, 1-2-4-8, was scrawled in pen across the paper. She stepped back, and I studied the keypad. It was a pretty simple set-up. As I started punching buttons, I could hear Julie retreating deeper inside the house. Two minutes later, a blinking green light told me the system was armed.
“All done,” I barked down the quiet, empty hall.
“Great,” I heard Julie’s voice echo from within the house somewhere. “Come on into the living room.”
I turned and walked down the hall, admiring the dark wood panelling and the big paintings hung on the walls. The living room glowed with the light of a couple of table lamps, casting shadows and warm pools of amber across the huge, high-ceilinged space. Julie stood on a big, thick Persian rug in the center of the room. She still had her coat on.
“All set,” I said as I stared to step into the room.
She raised her hand to stop me. I looked her up and down, admiring the way her body filled out her coat, the way her slim calves perched on her high heels, and the string of big pearls draped around her neck.
Slowly, Julie turned around. When she was facing me, I could see that she was flushed. She smiled at me and slowly began to pull her coat open. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Under her fur coat, she wore only a sheer black bra and a pair of lacy panties.
“Holy shit,” I muttered.
She had big, full tits and wide hips. Her belly was loose but still flat and her thighs were thick but shapely. Julie raised a hand and crooked a finger toward me. In a flash, I was standing in front of her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and felt her arms tighten around my neck. Our lips met and then our tongues. We slid our tongues together hungrily. I heard her sigh. My hands dropped to her wide, abundant ass. I ran my palms up and down her cheeks as she began grinding her crotch against my hardening cock.
I began to push her coat off her shoulders, but Julie pulled her mouth from mine.
“No,” she gasped. “I want you to fuck me in fur.”
I growled and began rubbing and mashing her tits together. Julie moaned and worked her hands down my stomach and onto the fly of my jeans. She unbuttoned my jeans and plunged her hands greedily into my boxers. I heard her gasp again as her small hands wrapped themselves around my cock.
I needed to fuck her. I pulled her down onto her back on the rug. On my knees, I spread her legs and, pushing her hands off my dick, I yanked her panties down. She moaned.
“Take it,” I grunted. “Put my cock inside.”
Her eyes glistening with hunger, she wrapped her hands back around my rock hard cock and pulled me to her pussy lips. I felt her wet, smooth pussy around my cock head. With a groan, I pushed my hips forward and buried myself deep into her pussy. She almost shrieked, in pain and pleasure. Her pussy stretched tight around my dick, and I paused, relishing the tight, wet fit between my cock and her pussy. Julie reached up and pulled my lips to hers. As we tongue wrestled together, I began humping my cock hard and fast against her pussy. Frenetically, she raised her hips to meet my strokes and soon we were locked in a wild, shaking rhythm.
It seemed like my cock just kept growing – – longer and longer, harder and harder. And as I jackhammered in and out of Julie, I could hear her deep moans coming faster and rising higher. Every sensation in my body seemed to collect around my cock and, with a hard thrust, I emptied myself into Julie. She moaned and groaned, twisting her hips up and down and clenching my shirt in her hands. My cock kept spasming in unbearable explosions of pleasure. Julie began whimpering and banging her palms against my back.
Finally, my body stopped. I panted and felt my dick relax inside Julie. She was gasping for breath, her face flushed. I lowered my lips to her neck and began kissing and licking while my cock slowly withdrew from her with a gentle pop. Julie groaned deeply and pulled my lips to hers. We kissed deeply.
I rolled onto my side next to her, my chest still heaving. Julie raised her hands above her head and stretched.
“Oh my god,” she said. “That was incredible.”
I smiled. “Got a cigarette?”
Julie smiled and sat up, pushing her coat off her arms and shoulders. She settled back down onto the rug and turned on her side to face me. Her eyes glistened.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “How big is your cock?”
I smiled and stroked her shoulder. “Big enough, I guess.”
She kissed me and moved into my arms. Later, I carried her to her bedroom and we fucked again before we both fell asleep. Early in the morning, I woke her up. We kissed and dressed, still kissing and laughing. She drove me back to the gas station to pick up my car.
“You’re mine now,” she said to me, seriously, as I got out of her car.
I leaned in her window and kissed her. “I’m all yours.”
She drove out of the station lot and I stumbled to my car and drove back to my dorm.
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I didn’t expect to see Julie for a couple of days. But, later that afternoon, I was helping the station mechanic to replace a bad water pump when the owner leaned into the service bay.
“Hey, Conor,” he said gruffly. “Some lady wants you out at the pumps.”
I stood up and wiped my hands on my overalls and ambled outside. There was Julie, standing next to her car. I walked over.
“Hey, baby,” she said, almost purring.
She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and ski jacket.
“Hey, lady,” I answered.
She smiled.
“When are you getting off work?”
I glanced back at the boss, busy working on order forms inside the station.
“Can you give me ten minutes?”
She nodded and unzipped her ski jacket. A vast expanse of cleavage began to reveal itself. I smiled.
“How about five minutes?”
She laughed, got into her car, and drove to the side of the station. It was almost six anyway, so I told the boss that I needed to take care of some business. He nodded.
“Sure, kid. Just give me back the 10 minutes tomorrow.”
I agreed and practically skipped out of the station and toward Julie’s car.
I leaned down and knocked on Lincoln’s passenger window. Julie unlocked the door and I slid into the warm, close air of the car. Smiling, Julie powered the car out of the station and down a series of streets and intersections until we were in the deserted lot of the town’s central park. She pulled the car up in front of the tiny lake at the center of the park.
“My husband is back,” she said, pulling the zipper of her jack down. “We can’t go to my place.”
Her two huge tits tumbled out of her jacket, each topped by a wide, strawberry nipple. I unzipped my fly and pulled my jeans down over my hips, my big cock springing forward and vibrating in the evening light.
Julie gasped and leaned down to inhale my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I groaned and pushed my fingers into her silver hair, pulling her mouth up and down my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I sighed. “Yes. Suck it, Julie. Feels so good.”
Julie gurgled a moan and attacked my dick gusto. I ran my hands down the front of her jacket and seized a nipple in each hand, rubbing and massaging each nipple with my fingers. Julie moaned again and squeezed my balls. My cock was like a piece of timber. I groaned and settled back into the car seat, enjoying every second of her wet, hungry mouth on my big cock. I felt the cum boiling up out of my balls and, with a muffled bellow, I thrust my hips upward, flooding Julie’s mouth with a gallon of cum. She gulped and sucked, vacuuming every drop of my cum into her mouth. She began grunting and rooting at my cock, trying to pull every ounce of cum she could out of my dick.
Finally, with a sigh, she licked my dick up and down and nestled her head between my thighs. I stroked her hair.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. “Now, THAT was incredible.”
“Your cock is delicious,” she purred.
I looked down into her big brown eyes and stroked her cheek. Her contented smile widened and she reached up to run her finger over my lips.
“I need you so much, baby,” she whispered. “You just don’t know.”
I leaned down and kissed her. “I think I know.”
A couple of minutes later, she sat up and we straightened ourselves out. She drove me back to the gas station.
“I’m going to call you tonight, baby,” she said, turning to face me. “Make sure you answer the phone.”
I grinned. “No worries, Julie.”
She dropped me off at the gas station. I snuck around the lot and got into my car. After a quick stop at the supermarket to pick up dinner, I headed home and cracked the books.
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I was just drifting off to sleep around midnight when the phone rang. I rubbed my eyes and picked it up.
“Baby, it’s me.” Julie’s warm voice tickled my ear.
“Julie. How are you, sexy?”
“I miss you baby,” she whispered into the phone.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “What do you miss about me?”
There was a pause on the line.
“You know what I miss,” she said, starting to breathe more deeply.
I smiled. “Tell me, baby.”
Another pause.
“I miss that big cock,” she sighed.
“It’s right here, in my hand,” I answered as I wrapped my hand around my dick. “I’m massaging it right now.”
She sighed again.
“Is it getting bigger?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Big and hard,” I growled back as my cock stiffened in my hand.
“Ohhhhh,” she murmured. “I want it.”
“Come and get it,” I said, grunting as I stroked myself.
There was a longer pause.
“Can you come over?” She whispered. “Now.”
I smiled. “What about hubby?”
I hear her swallow. “Come around the back. The patio doors. Be very, very quiet.”
I laughed. “I’m on my way.”
She hung up and I pulled my boxers back up over my hips. I dragged on a pair of jeans, grabbed my car keys and a jacket, and sped out the door.
The streets were dark and quiet as I drove to Julies. My cock was still hard, remember her voice and the desire that saturated it. I pulled up to the curb a few doors down from Julie’s place and walked carefully past her front door and around the side of the house. When I reached the french doors on the patio, I saw that one had been left ajar. Smiling, I crept stealthily to the door and pulled it quietly open. Warm air bathed me as I slipped into the living room.
Julie had been hiding behind the open drapes. When I walked into the room, she slid her arms around my waist, kissed the back of my neck, and pulled my jeans open. Her hands quickly slid up and down my cock.
“Hmmmm,” she murmured. “You’re hard already.”
I turned around. She was wearing a silk robe, belted at her waist. I pulled the sash and the robe fell away, revealing her voluptuous nude body. I hummed with pleasure and slid my feet out of me jeans as I pulled her toward the couch. I kissed her quickly and then pushed her forward over the couch. I quickly shoved her robe up over her back. Her big wide ass greeted me in the pale moonlight.
Without a word, I grabbed her ass in one hand and my cock in the other. I slide my hard cock past her already wet lips and filled her pussy. She moaned and pushed her ass back onto my cock. I put a hand on either side of her hips and began fucking her slowly and deeply. She moaned into the couch cushions and began jerking her ass up and down my cock. We settled into a steady, deep rhythm – – my cock pivoting in and out of her.
Suddenly, a light went on in the staircase leading upstairs. We both froze. Julie raised her shoulders, glancing up to the stairs with my cock still buried deep inside her.
“Julie,” a deep male voice called out from upstairs.
I moved to pull out, but she pushed her ass harder onto my cock. She raised her finger to her lips – – “shhhhhh.”
“Yes, dear,” she said, clearing her throat.
“Where are you?” Her husband asked.
“Just downstairs, dear,” Julie said. “Getting some tea.”
Feet started descending the stairs.
Shit. I jerked my dick out of Julie’s ass, and she stood up, pulling her robe closed. She gestured towards the floor-length curtains on either side of the french doors. I grabbed my pants off the floor and hustled over to the drapes. I slid behind the thick, velvet fabric. Jesus. My hard cock prodded the drapes. I reached down to push it to the side.
Her husband was downstairs now. I could hear and sense him approaching the couch.
“Dear,” Julie said softly. “What are you doing up?”
He muttered something. Then, more clearly.
“The patio door is open.”
Julie paused.
“Yes, I was just getting some fresh air. The house gets so stuffy at night.”
I heard the rustle of her robe approaching and then spied Julie through the gap between drape and wall. Her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of the robe. Her husband approached her from behind and then stood next to her and a few inches behind her.
“I agree,” he said. “I could use some fresh air too.
Julie had pushed the door open a bit wider, and they stood there silently for a few minutes.
“Jensen is such an ass,” her husband blurted out.
I saw Julie’s body relax.
“He wants those loans at three points. Bastard.”
Julie’s husband then launched into some esoteric muttering about Jensen, loans, markets, interest, cash-on-hand, and a couple of other things I could barely hear. As her husband continued his ruminations, I felt saw Julie’s hand slowly snake its way behind the curtain. It brushed against my thigh and her fingers wiggled back and forth. I gulped and pushed myself closer to her hand.
She wrapped her hand around my cock, squeezing and massaging it. I almost ate my hand as I tried to cover my deeper breathing.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Her husband broke off to comment.
“Feels fantastic,” Julie purred, giving my cock a quick squeeze.
I pushed my head back against the wall and surrendered my raging hard-on to Julie’s soft hand. Her husband sighed.
“What about that tea?” He asked.
“You go on, dear,” she answered. “Make some yourself. I’m enjoying the night air.”
He sighed again and I heard feet retreating back across the living room. Julie stroked my cock. I heard cups clinking and then the sound of the teapot scraping against the stove burner.
“None for you, dear?” Her husband asked from the kitchen.
“No, thanks, Cliff,” Julie answered, pulling me by my cock from behind the drapes. “I’m going to go back upstairs.”
He mumbled something and Julie, her hand still wrapped around my cock, pulled me across the living room. With her finger against her lips, she led me up the stairs. I glanced down toward the kitchen. With a wicked grin, Julie led me to the end of the upstairs hallway. She opened a door and pulled me inside. She flipped on the light. It was a bathroom.
“Shhhhhhhh,” she whispered. “It’s the guest room bathroom.”
Grinning, she pulled her robe off and pushed her big tits toward me. I undid my jeans, pulled them down, and released my hard cock. Julie practically squealed in delight. She turned around, putting her hands on the bathroom door and pushing her big ass out toward me. She turned to look at me over her shoulder and licked her lips.
I grinned and plugged my cock back into her still-wet pussy. Grabbing her by the hips, I began to savagely pound her pussy with my cock, making her ass cheeks jiggle back and forth. Julie moaned and pushed her head sideways against the door, her hands spread wide against it to push herself back onto my dick. Watching her face – – mouth open in wanton pleasure, panting, squeezing her eyes shut , I lost control and began to savagely rock her back and forth against the door with my hips and cock. She moaned and opened her eyes, pleading for me to fuck her harder and faster.
I licked the sweat off of Julie’s back and fucked her harder. My thighs were coiling and uncoiling like pistons as I banged her faster and harder against the door.
“Julie?” Her husband’s voice echoed down the hall behind the closed door.
Julie bit her lip, and I slowed down.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “What is it Cliff?”
“Are you okay?” Cliff asked, tentatively.
“Yes,” Julie practically shouted through the door. “I’m fine.”
I smiled and pushed my dick deeper into her warm, wet pussy. She grunted. I pulled out and slammed back into her pussy. She moaned. I picked up the rhythm again, my hips banging against her shivering ass.
“Are you sure?” Her husband asked, sounding closer.
“Jesusssssss, Cliff,” Julie wailed, pushing her ass on and off my cock. “Go . . . to . . . bed.”
I heard Cliff mumble something while Julie reached around with her arm and pulled my hip tight to her ass.
“Fuck me,” she half-whispered, half-groaned. “Harder.”
I grinned and looped an arm around her waist, leaned down, and returned to pounding her pussy with my cock. Julie’s mouth was open. She was gasping. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her whole body seemed flushed to a deep red. With a final rough shove of my dick, I jammed myself deeper into her and froze. Julie began wiggling her ass against my cock. Grunting, I felt my cum shoot into her.
“Ahhhhh,” I leaned down to groan into her ear. “Fuck yesssssss. Victory!”
She moaned in return, and I felt her whole body shiver.
I grabbed a thick ass cheek in each hand, leaned back from my hips, and felt every ounce of my cum squirt deep into her. She ground her head into the door, moaning and groaning.
We stood like that for minutes until Julie stood upright, my cock still inside her. She reached back and draped her arm around my neck, pulling my lips to hers. We kissed long and deeply, our tongues stuffed into each others’ mouths. Then, with a deep sigh of contentment, Julie pulled her ass off my cock and twisted around. She looped her arms around my neck, our kiss still unbroken, and I pulled her closer to me with my arms around her waist.
We kissed and kissed. My cock deflated, and still we kissed. After what seemed like hours, she pulled her lips off of mine.
“Shhhhhh,” she whispered, grabbing my wrist. “Be very, very quiet.”
I smiled.
She pulled her robe around her, gave me a peck on the cheek, squeezed my bicep, and opened the door. She disappeared down the dark hall. I pulled my boxers and jeans back on and tip-toed down the hall. Her bedroom door was closed and the light was off. Minutes later, after pulling the patio door closed behind me, I was driving home.
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And so it went for about a month. Julie and I fucked like crazed animals – – at her house, in her car, at work. She was insatiable. Everything was going just about as well as a horny, MILF-hungry, eighteen-year-old could hope for. Just about everything.
Around the time Julie and I celebrated our month anniversary, I received a letter from Pop Hadley. In it, he wrote that since I had crossed the 18 year divide and become a man, it was time for me to learn the truth about my parents, even if I didn’t need or want to know about them. He laid it all out: a 16-year-old girl, made pregnant by a college guy, her parents send her off to deliver the kid somewhere near my hometown, she puts the kid up for adoption, and I become Conor Hadley. In large, blocky letters, Pop spelled out my mom’s name: Ruth Spencer. Oddly enough, Ruth had lived in the college town where I now studied and worked.
To be honest, it was an interesting story, but not one that I wanted to pursue. I also didn’t want my dorm-mates to find the letter, so I stuffed it into one of my textbooks, thinking that I’d decide what to do with it later.
Because Julie’s husband was out of town that week (probably getting buttfucked by “Jensen” and his “points”), she had invited me over to her house as soon as hubby left for the airport. She’d also told me that I could stay in the house as long as hubby was out-of-town. Relishing a full week with my cock buried in Julie’s sweet pussy and hungry mouth, I packed some clothes in my gym bag and loaded up my backpack with some books to study with. I drove to her big house just as the sun was setting.
Julie greeted me at the door with a big hug and wet kisses. She led me inside by the hand and then upstairs.
“If you’re going to be here for a week,” she said, as she led me down the upstairs hallway. “I don’t want to leave any incriminating evidence. Let’s camp out here.”
She opened the door to a bedroom. It was smaller than the master bedroom and decorated in pink and light blue. A lamp that incorporated an intricately carved horse stood on a small desk in the corner. I dropped my bags and bounced on the bed.
“Good solid springs,” I said with a laugh. “Those will come in handy.”
“Whose room is this?” I asked Julie.
She smiled, a little sadly. “It was my daughter’s. But, she’s gone now.”
I patted the bed next to me.
“Want to talk about it?”
Julie laughed nervously. “No. It’s okay, Conor. We had a falling out years ago. She lives out west somewhere now.”
Julie seemed uncomfortable. She moved to the door.
“Tell you what, stud,” she said. “You unpack. I’ll fix dinner. And then you can study your books, while I study you.”
I laughed and nodded.
Julie left and I unzipped my gym bag and my backpack. No need to unpack the gym bag. But I set the books on the nightstand. I looked around the room and opened the closet door and the desk drawers. All empty. By then, I could smell some good cooking from downstairs. I headed to the kitchen.
Julie and I enjoyed a delicious meal of pasta primavera and white wine. After, I took her by the hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom. Although we had been fucking each other silly for a month, we were starting to work out a pace and rhythm to our fucking. Start out slow and sensuous and then work our way up to loud and athletic.
I unzipped Julie’s dress slowly and pushed it off her shoulders. She was wearing silky, black lace underwear. I ran my hands gently over her body – – along her neck and then down her shoulders, tracing the curve of her hips and then running my hands between her thighs. She sighed and dropped onto her back on the bed, her knee raised and her legs splayed.
“I want to watch you strip and stroke,” she said, pushing her tits out of her bra.
I smiled and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I unzipped my pants and shucked them onto the desk chair. Julie was gazing at me with bright eyes as she played with her nipples. Her left hand snuck down between her thighs. She rubbed her pussy through her panties while I slowly curled my hand around my cock and stroked myself, my cock quickly growing hard and thick. Julie murmured and patted the bed next to her.
I crawled onto the bed and we twisted our bodies together, our lips crushed together. Just as I could feel the edge of our lust inching its way across our bodies, I also felt the call of duty.
“Shit,” I whispered. “Hold on. Gotto take care of business.”
Julie giggled and released me, stretching her body. I ran into the connecting bathroom and waited for my dick to soften enough to pee.
“What’s this you’re studying?” I heard her ask me from the bedroom.
“Nothing much, just some economics,” I answered.
I heard Julie moving the books around. I raced out of the bedroom and slid into bed next to her. She was paging through one of my textbooks. I began kissing her neck and running my hand over her thigh. A piece of paper fluttered onto her tits.
“What’s this?” Julie asked. “A love letter from my rival?”
I poked my head up while continuing to massage her full, sexy thighs. She opened her legs wider, inviting me to give more attention to her pussy.
“Nothing,” I said, burrowing my face back into her neck and running fingers over the front of her panties. “Just a letter from my Pops.”
Julie giggled and unfolded the letter to read it. I continued working away at her pussy with my fingers as I kissed my way down to the tops of her massive breasts. Suddenly, I felt her whole body freeze. She exhaled deeply.
“You’re adopted?” She asked, pushing my lips off her tits with one hand while holding the letter with her other hand.
“Yeah,” I answered. “No big deal.”
My other hand was still stroking her crotch, and I could feel her pussy warming and moistening beneath her panties.
“B – b – but,” she wailed softly as her eyes widened. “What’s your last name?”
“Hadley,” I told her, as I dropped my head down on the pillow next to her.
“But . . . ” She paused. “Your mother’s name was Spencer. Ruth Spencer.”
“Uh huh,” I answered, leaning close to lick the tops of her tits.
“And she came from here?” Julie asked me.
Her voice was rising in pitch. She seemed suddenly on the verge of panic. At the same time, my fingers were creeping past her panties and along her pussy lips. Her hips were rolling gently, encouraging my fingers.
“Yep,” I said, sliding a finger into her pussy.
She gasped slightly.
“Oh my god,” she suddenly moaned.
“We’ve hardly started.” I laughed.
“No,” Julie said emphatically, her voice wavering at the edges. “Don’t you know my last name?”
“Sexiness?” I asked playfully.
Julie suddenly yanked my head up by my hair. I had started to stroke my finger in and out of her pussy.
“Spencer,” she said flatly. “Julie Spencer.”
“Great,” I said, starting to feel some of her fear. “It’s a common name.”
Julie reached down to push my finger roughly out of her pussy. She sat up, her body rigid.
“Ruth Spencer was my daughter.”
I froze.
“Nooooooo,” I murmured. “And she had a child . . . . . ”
Slowly Julie nodded her head up and down.
“That means . . . .,” I slowly articulated the words. “You’re my grandmother.”
Julie’s face collapsed and she rolled onto her side away from. Her body was racked with sobs and gasping. I lay there, my big dick deflated, stunned and silent. The woman I had been fucking like a demon for the past month was my grandmother? I had rubbed my cock raw inside her pussy and heard her moan everything filthy under the sun into my ear. My grandmother? The woman whose tits I dreamed about every night? The woman whose wide, fleshy ass drove me to heights of sexual craziness? It couldn’t be. Impossible. I heard Julie’s sobs coming in horrible little jerks. Jesus. What had we done?
I looked over at my grandmother, gazing at her short, sexy silver hair, her broad hips, and straight shoulders, now heaving silently. My grandmother. A wave of pity washed across me as I thought for a moment of how she must feel. I reached out a hand and patted her hair.
“It’s okay, Julie,” I whispered tenderly. “We didn’t know.”
“Grandmother . . . ,” Julie wailed softly. “Grandmother.”
I inhaled. I patted her shoulder.
“It’s okay, grandmother,” I said slowly.
I saw Julie’s body flinch and then relax. She was still sobbing.
I rubbed her shoulder softly. “It’s okay grandmother. We didn’t know.”
“Grandmother,” she wailed softly into her hands, clenched in front of her.
I stroked her back.
“Grandmother,” I whispered. “Yes, grandmother.”
Something strange started to happen. As I whispered that word, my cock began to twitch. I felt a slow warmth spread across my groin.
“Beautiful, wonderful, sweet grandmother,” I murmured, my voice catching in my throat. “The most beautiful grandmother in the world.”
I ran my palm delicately across Julie’s back. My cock was growing – – harder and longer. I stared at Julie’s sexy back and down along the curve of her spine to her ass. Grandmother. Hot, fucking, sexy grandmother, I thought to myself. Grandmother I love to fuck. My massage strokes became deeper and bolder. I felt Julie’s body begin to relax beneath my hand and my voice.
“I love you grandmother,” I whispered into Julie’s ear.
She blinked her eyes open in surprise. She stared across the room at the wall, but I could see her brow furrowing in thought.
“I love you grandmother,” I whispered again. “Beautiful . . . ” I paused. “Sexy grandmother.”
Julie sighed and I felt her hips twitch.
“Beautiful, hot, sexy grandmother,” I whispered more urgently into her ear, brushing my fingers up and down along her spine. “Beautiful, sexy, hot grandmother who turns me on so bad.”
Julie gasped again. Her legs shifted together. I saw her swallow and unclench her hands.
“You are so hot grandmother,” I murmured into her ear. “You make me so horny.”
I squeezed her shoulder with my hand and then dropped it onto the top of her breasts. I ran my fingers slowly across her heaving chest. I heard her stifling a moan.
“It’s so hot when we fuck, grandmother,” I hissed into her ear, feeling my cock swell even further with every word. “A grandson and his grandmother fucking like wild animals.”
Now, Julie did moan. She dropped her hands in front of her and closed her eyes. She bit her lower lip. I could see her hips almost involuntarily starting to tremble.
“A grandson with his big fat cock stuffed inside his grandmother’s pussy,” I said, not bothering to whisper, my voice growing stronger and stronger.
I reached around Julie’s back and grasped her arm by the wrist. I pulled it, with no resistance, behind her back and onto my cock. I wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed it. Julie groaned deeply.
“This grandson wants to fuck his grandmother day and night,” I exclaimed, starting to flex my hips. “This grandson wants to shove his hard cock inside his grandmother and feel her wet, warm pussy.”
Julie gasped and turned toward me, her hand tightening on my fat cock. She stared into my eyes and swallowed. I saw her eyes start to shine. She licked her lips and began stroking my cock, slowly at first and then more quickly.
“And this grandmother,” she whispered roughly. “Wants to fuck her grandson. Wants to fuck him all day and all night.”
I moved my lips onto hers and we kissed, opening our jaws to stuff our tongues together. Julie had moved her other hand to my cock and was jerking it savagely, grunting softly with each jerk.
“Fuck me, baby,” she groaned as she drew her mouth off of mine. “Fuck your grandmother, grandson.”
I moaned and pushed her onto her back. Julie was gasping as she pulled her knees up.
“Now,” she groaned. “Fuck me with that big cock now!”
I pushed my hips forward and impaled her on my cock. She shouted and twisted her upper body.
“Yesssss,” she shrieked. “Fuck me, son.”
She bounced her hips upward to meet my cock and we began to pound against each other. My cock felt like a piece of timber. I grabbed her tits in my hands and squeezed.
“You are so fucking hot, grandma,” I shouted back at her, drilling her pussy with my dick.
We bounced and rammed and crashed against each other, mindlessly fucking our brains out. Julie’s big tits rolled back and forth and, gasping and sighing, she grabbed my hand and shoved my fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking them as I fucked her. I shouted and screamed. My cock, sheathed in her sopping wet pussy, grew impossibly hard. The bedroom was filled with our groans and the sound of our bodies slapping and smacking into each other.
Finally, with one tremendous yelp, I came in a massive explosion of pleasure. I ground my dick into my grandmother’s pussy and squeezed her arms as I seemed to try to crawl all the way into her. Grandma squirmed and shouted and beat my back with her hands. Her body shook and vibrated. And, then, with her own answering yelp, I felt her pussy vibrate up and down my cock. Our bodies shuddered to a halt and I dropped down on top of her. Julie spread her arms and sighed.
We lay there for ten or twenty minutes, our racing hearts and trembling bodies returning to some semblance of normal. We were sealed together by sweat. At last, I felt my dick pop out of Julie’s pussy. I rolled off her and took a deep breath.
She caught her breath and turned to me, gently planting a kiss on my lips.
“I love you,” she whispered. “My beautiful grandson.”
“I love you,” I whispered back. “My beautiful grandmother.”
She smiled and I felt her hand run down my abs and onto my cock.
“Say it again,” she whispered.
“My beautiful, hot, sexy, incredible grandmother.”
She moaned and closed her eyes, tightening her grip on my cock.
“I love to fuck my grandson,” she said, her eyes still closed.
Her hand squeezed my hardening dick. I took one of her massive tits in my hand and squeezed. Then, I stroked her wide, strawberry nipple back and forth between my fingers.
“And your grandson loves to fuck you,” I said in a low growl.
Julie opened her eyes and stared at me, a brazen, lascivious smile breaking out across her face.
“You know,” she said with a mischievous tone. “This means we don’t have to hide anything.”
I pushed her onto her back and latched my mouth onto her nipple.
“Now that we’re family,” she said throatily. “Cliff and I should take care of our grandson.”
She yanked on my dick and squeezed her shoulders together, pushing her tits into my face. I sucked her fat, thick nipple into my mouth.
“He should move in with us,” she murmured, squeezing my balls in her hand. “After so much time, there’s so much to catch up on.”
I buried my face between her tits and licked. Julie groaned and slid her right leg over my hips, her hands still glued to my cock. She straddled me, leaning her upper body down, offering me her full, fleshy tits and hard nipples.
“Yessssss,” she moaned softly. “A grandmother should be close to her grandson.”
She slipped my cock into her pussy and dropped her hips onto mine. My cock was suffocated by her warmth. I grunted.
“Say it again,” she gasped, staring down at me.
I groaned. “Grandmother.”
She pushed her hips down onto my cock harder and moaned.
“I love my grandmother,” I said sincerely as I reached up to play with her huge, swaying tits.
Julie began pumping her ass up and down on my cock, riding me like an expert cowgirl. I pumped my hips upward, off the bed to meet her downward thrusts.
“Yes, baby,” she shouted, grabbing onto my shoulders and bouncing up and down on my cock. “I love my grandson.”
——
I moved out of my dorm room and into grandma’s house that week. And we fucked all week long. Cliff came home to a big surprise (and more surprises to come). But, he was happy about being reunited with his long lost grandson. So happy, in fact, that he bought me my own brand new, big Buick.
Now that Grandma Julie and I didn’t have to worry about sneaking around and hiding, we pushed our sexual pleasures and games to new heights and new perversions. Each one worth its own story.
Kind of sick, eh? You might think so, but wait until you’ve fucked an incredibly gorgeous, lustful 54-year-old grandmother who lives to worship your cock. You might think differently then, if you’re thinking at all.