“You may be old Gran but you are sexy as hell! You’re so sexy you always make me cum so hard. Like I’m about to. Get ready, Grandma because your grandson’s gonna fill your wrinkly old puss with gallons of hot, young seed!” Grandma’s eyes widened as I said that and then scrunched tight as she felt my cock quake inside her quivering snatch. She hugged me tight to her as she shivered in another orgasm. I was lost in the sensation of clutching her soft, warm body, feeling the silken scratching of her bra and panties against my skin and the almost electrical thrumming feel of her sheer hose sliding across my legs as she frantically worked her hips. Her convulsing cunt drank down my spurting seed as she moaned against my throat.
We kissed and necked for a bit as we came down from our climactic moment. I laid on my side so Grandma wouldn’t have to support my weight any longer. When I did she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Her breasts drooped noticeably without their support but were still very alluring. As she lifted her legs and pulled off her panties her big full tits sagged and rolled across her torso, nipples still engorged with desire. Eyes twinkling she slipped off her thigh-high stockings. Every moment of her legs made droplets of my cum squeeze out of her gray-swathed pussy. This erotic sight made my cock tingle and harden once again.
As my prick wiggled, lengthening again, Grandma shook her head in amusement and pursed her lips in a wry smile. “And that’s why I love your young cock!” Her eyes grew mischievous as she kissed down my chest. Her lips paused to tickle and suck my nipples before kissing down my chest. Once she arrived at my half-hardened dick, she gave it a little lick and once our eyes were locked she took my crown inside her mouth and sucked softly. Her tongue tickled my tip until I was hard and throbbing.
Gran then knelt up and straddled me. She grinned as I watched her squatting above me, her wet gray bush hovering inches above my rampant cock. Completely nude Grandma looked every bit her age, which I admit I found quite erotic. She has a little extra baggage around her waist, thighs, and hips, although this is mostly age-related flabby, loose skin. Her grapefruit-sized melons now hung low on her breast bone, slightly elongated as they stretched from her chest. Pale blue veins threaded across her perfect globes and stopped at her half-dollar-sized areolas. Stiff dark pink nipples swung close to my face for a second and Grandma leaned over to grab my cock.
A second later I slid inside a very hot, very moist tunnel that clutched at me with wanton desire. As always I felt a spike of hot desire as my shaft disappeared inside Grandma’s gray-white thatch and dark pink labia.
Grandma splayed her hands on my stomach as she started to slowly churn up and down on my cock. As usual, her wonderful cunt felt so tight and firm, an enthralling contrast to her outer form. Our eyes latched onto one another in wordless communication. I started pumping hard and deep inside Gran’s hot cunt, hard enough to shake her and lift her off the bed. With a moan Grandma began slamming her hips down on me, making the bed rock as I sank into the mattress with every stroke. She grabbed my hands and pressed them hard against her breasts.
Because I’d just cum not too long ago, despite the great waves of pleasure that filled me with every stroke and thrust, I was not ready to climax. After a few moments, Grandma ran out of steam and sat panting and moaning as I continued to plow up into her responsive pussy. She still clutched my hands to her tits however and grinned at me with her quivering, gasping mouth. I grinned back at her but for a different reason. Our hard fucking had jostled her bouffant hairstyle loose and the curls and swirls of long silver hair were hanging in loops that were rapidly becoming unpinned. I thought it would be fun to fuck Grandma so hard that it would make her hairdo fall apart. I increased the speed and intensity of my thrusts, making her flop and shake like a moaning elderly ragdoll. After a few minutes of this Grandma got her second wind and began fucking me with renewed energy. She giggled as a large strand of her silvery hair slipped down and slapped her in the face.
As her hairdo began to tumble apart, Grandma clutched my hands to her tits even harder. I knew that she was on the verge of a big orgasm and this made my own balls clutch. We were both on the cusp of a massive climax when the door to the bedroom burst open.
“Mom, they found your money!” my Dad shouted as he entered the room. Gran and I looked at each and then our eyes looked over to my Dad. His eyes were riveted to ours as our ecstasy peaked and we climaxed. The adrenaline spiking through us at the realization of our discovery made our cums all that much more intense. We both convulsed as if a bolt of lightning shot through us. Grandma gave out a high-pitched squeal as my cock jerked and quavered, jetting gouts of my goo into her quaking pussy.
Across the room, my father stood against the open door like a deer caught in the headlights. His face was frozen in shock as he took in the sight of his naked, wild-haired elderly mother joyfully riding his son like the star of a granny porn video. When we climaxed it was obvious enough that even my normally clueless Dad knew what was going on. He stood open-mouthed staring in absolute horror and surprise. His mouth worked almost spasmodically as he moaned “Ma… ma… ma…” Dad clutched his chest with a high-pitched “Mooommmmy!” and slammed to the floor like a dropped sack of potatoes.
I had barely finished cumming, in fact my last shot scored Grandma’s thigh when she slid off of me and hurried over to my Dad as fast as her sixty-odd years would let her. I was only a half second ahead of her. He was still alive but unconscious.
When my Mom heard the thud she came running out of her room dressed in her usual loose pink flannel PJs. She then beheld the sight of her naked son and her naked mother-in-law squatting next to her unconscious husband. Even if our nudity wasn’t a red flag to the fact that we had been fucking, the visible seminal fluid that coated my still-wet genitals and dripped from Grandma’s swollen and gaped vagina and down her thighs was a sure giveaway. My mother snapped, “Jacob, I’ll call 911 while you and your Grandmother get dressed.”
Nobody addressed the taboo elephant in the room at that particular moment. Mom rode with Dad to the hospital in the ambulance, while Grandma and I followed in the family car. In the waiting room, we sat apart from one another and didn’t speak to one another. Between worried looks at the emergency room door, my mom shot me baleful glares and a mixture of angry and sympathetic looks towards Grandma.
After a few tense hours, we learned that my Dad had suffered a cardiac event although not a heart attack. It was a takotsubo cardiomyopathy brought on by sudden stress. However once he was admitted and tests were run on his heart, blockages were discovered that needed to be addressed. He told the staff that he did not want to see either me or my grandmother. My mother also did not want us there. So we went on home.
When we were about to retire for the evening, Grandma stopped me from entering her room. With an expression of regret, she said, “It’s probably best you sleep in your bed from now, Jacob. Truth is, I don’t think I’ll be living here too much longer.”
That turned out to be a quite prophetic statement.
We waited at home anxiously for word about my Dad’s condition. Sometime during the day Grandma received a phone call from the DOJ Asset Recovery Division. We learned what my Dad had been trying to tell us when he had his episode. Grandma’s stolen money had been found.
The money manager who had bilked her and many other seniors had thought he discovered a way to game the system. He had a plan. Instead of a massive fraud like Madoff, he was only going to steal a relatively small amount from a hundred or so “investors” Unlike Madoff, he hadn’t run a Ponzi scheme. He merely doctored documents to show his investors made a profit, he never actually put anything into their accounts. He hadn’t spent any of the money but instead converted it into assets that would accrue value such as gold, platinum, and silver. Plus, he planned to get caught. He knew that white-collar criminals were given relatively light sentences and sent to minimum security facilities. He planned to ride out the five or so years at a Club Fed. After he had served his time he would move to a non-extradition country and then withdraw the bullion he’d sent to Cayman and Philippine banks.
However, he made one serious mistake. Not willing to trust the justice system for a short sentence he bribed his sentencing Judge. The Judge was corrupt and had mob ties. When this upstanding example of the justice system was caught for some other offense, he rolled over on the money manager. The federal prosecutors used this as leverage to find the hidden assets. They threatened to set aside the money manager’s sentencing and charge him with being an accessory to racketeering and murder, which would of course have him sent to a maximum security prison. The money manager caved and disclosed the location of the stolen assets to continue staying at the minimum security prison, although for a much longer sentence.
Grandma and I were eating supper when my Mom returned. We hurried into the living room and my Mom held up her hand to forestall any questions.
“The operation went well and David should make a full recovery. However, that is as much information I know, because he no longer wants to see me as well.”
Mom then stepped over to where I was sitting and slapped me hard enough to knock me to the floor. I sat there stunned bleeding from a busted lip.
“How could you! You filthy, disgusting boy! You took advantage of your grandmother’s condition to…. I can’t even say it!”
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