I felt relief, knowing Mom was aware and approved of their relationship. Surprisingly, my cock remained hard, even with Dad’s presence. Gran’s pussy expertly squeezed and gripped my prick while she bounced on my groin. “Push into me,” she grunted. “Shove your cock up as hard as you can. I’m ready for a big one.”
Obeying my horny grandmother, I held her hips and humped into her on her downstrokes. My balls slapped against her groin, filling the room with lewd fucking sounds. Dad’s fingers trapped Gran’s nipples and twisted them. “This drives her nuts as it does to your mother. It’s the key to releasing their pent-up lust,” Dad explained while fine-tuning Gran’s engorged tips.
Gran’s soft walls contracted hard, while she screamed, “I’m cumming on my grandson’s cock. Fill my horny pussy with cum.”
When my first spurt splattered her insides, her cunny convulsed again, convincing my prick to eject another blob of semen. She milked me dry before collapsing on top of me. Dad disappeared, leaving my grandmother’s exhausted, nude body fused with mine. We kissed, and the next thing I heard was my mom’s voice, yelling out, “Evan, you’re gonna be late for work. You better hurry.”
Gran was gone. I rolled over to verify the time on my clock. Mom was right. I was late. “I’m up, Mom. I’ll skip breakfast to make it on time. See you later,” I called back to her. I heard the garage door close as she left for work. Relieving myself, I noticed my pubic hair caked with dried cum. I didn’t imagine it – my grandmother’s ghost and I had fucked the previous night.
*****
Mom and I were too busy the next few days to spend much time together. On Thursday, we snuggled on the couch and lightly kissed before retiring. In the middle of the night, I awoke to someone shaking my arm. “Get up, Evan,” Gran whispered.
Rubbing my eyes until fully conscious, I asked, “Is something wrong? Why’d you wake me?”
“Go to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of orange juice. I’ll explain when you return,” Gran instructed. Just as I picked up my robe, she ordered, “No need for that. Walk out in your shorts.”
It made sense – it was late, and Mom would be in her room. The cool air felt refreshing, as it was warm in the house after a full day of the sun bearing down. The dim night lights above the baseboards provided enough light that I didn’t bump into anything along the way.
Rounding the corner into the kitchen, I stopped and froze. Mom stood on her tiptoes, reaching into a high cupboard to retrieve a glass. Mom’s light-blue nightie was the thinnest and skimpiest lingerie I’d ever seen. The backs of her legs were exposed while the bottoms of her rounded ass cheeks peeked out.
After retrieving a glass, she rested back on her heels, causing her hemline to drop a few inches. She turned and screeched, “Eek! Evan, you scared me.”
My widening eyes locked onto her dark, silver-dollar-sized areolas and nipples visibly strained against the sheen, silky material. Seeing my stare, she attempted to hide her charms by wrapping her arms around her breasts. My eyes lowered and stopped at Mom’s hairy mound, barely concealed under the thin material. My cock sprang to attention, and when I looked back at Mom’s face, her gaze was locked on my bulging underwear.
Breaking the uncomfortable, yet erotic, moment of silence, I stammered, “Sorry, Mom. It’s so warm, I came in for a drink of orange juice.”
She relaxed and replied, “Me, too. We should have turned on the air conditioner. Grab a glass and sit. I’ll get the juice.”
After retrieving a glass, I turned and watched her open the refrigerator door. The inside bright light beamed through her nightie, giving me a perfect view of her rounded, full breasts. Before she could see me ogling her, I sat at the table. After closing the door, she poured our glasses full and took a seat.
As we talked, I struggled to maintain eye contact with Mom, my gaze continually drawn to her points of interest. After setting our glasses into the sink, she turned to me and lightly kissed me on my lips. “Goodnight, again,” she chuckled and trotted to her room.
Once I was out of earshot and on the way to my room, I spouted, “Jesus H. Christ, Mom! Nice fucking nightie!” I gripped my aching cock and excitedly pumped it. After shucking off my shorts, I headed for bed and abruptly stopped. Gran suddenly appeared, nude and on all fours. She knew how to take care of her grandson. Her black-haired pussy, framed between her creamy, splayed thighs, oozed slick juice. Her breathing quickened, while she anxiously awaited a hard pounding from my steel-hard ram.
Moving behind her, I lodged my cock into her crevice and eased into her. Her clinging cunt hungrily devoured my slithering snake. Once I hit bottom, I held her hips and pulled out partway before slamming back in. “Damn, your pussy is tight and wet. I love fucking you!” I exclaimed.
She huffed and puffed from her grandson’s voracious pounding. We rutted like animals for fifteen minutes, grinding our groins together while grunting and groaning.
Gran’s bucking hips almost escaped my grip when she madly humped to and fro. “Give it to me, Evan,” she screamed. “Use me like you would your mother. Shove your prick in deep and fill me. I’m cumming!”
Her pussy flooded my prick with slick juice while choking my shaft. My balls reciprocated and sprayed her insides with my seed. I continued to stroke long and hard until my reservoir ran dry. After I withdrew, I pulled her legs back until she plopped onto the bed. I snuggled next to her and wrapped my arm around her.
“That was awesome,” I said, cupping her breast.
“You’re a wonderful lover,” Gran replied, “It’s time for you and your mother to experience the magic and thrill of an intimate, incestuous relationship. You’re both ready.”
“I admit that I’m hesitant to advance too quickly,” I replied, mindful of my earlier misstep.
“You don’t have to worry. Your mom will understand that she needs to show you that she’s ready, as I did with your father. Rest now, sweetie.”
Once again, I woke up alone and refreshed, my mind still replaying the visual display of Mom’s near-nude body from the kitchen incident. During breakfast, we discussed our weekend plans, neither of us mentioning the erotic moment we had shared.
The day flew by and we were both so tired after a long week, we retired early Friday night.
*****
I awakened early on Saturday, showered, and prepared breakfast. Mom arrived, hugged me, and sat at the table. While we ate, Gran’s chilly entrance alerted me. Her hot breath on the back of my neck warmed my entire body. Her hand reached around and untied my robe. Fortunately, my cottony belt was underneath the table, so Mom wouldn’t notice.
After cradling my balls for a minute, Gran’s delicate hand wrapped around my stiffening cock and stroked it, transforming it into hard granite. It took all my concentration to disguise my pleasure while talking to Mom. When Gran twisted my slick crown, I let out a yelp.
“What’s wrong?” Mom asked, perplexed by my sudden outburst. “Are you all right? You’re panting like you just finished a marathon.”
Gran resumed stroking, lessening the shocks of pleasure flowing through me. “You naughty boy,” Gran whispered. “You should tell her you’re dreaming about ramming your hard cock up her hairy pussy.”
I managed to compose myself, responding, “I bit my tongue, but I’m okay now. Sorry.”
Mom accepted my answer and resumed our conversation. Thankfully, Gran released me and moved to the sink. She wore a robe identical to Mom’s, exposing the same amount of leg. Dad walked up behind Gran, gripped her hemline, and flipped it onto her back. His robe matched mine, and I wondered if they dressed like us to covertly send me a message. He dropped his robe to the floor and jammed his jutting cock into his mother’s slick slot. My prick ached and remained stiff while watching them fuck behind Mom. I found it difficult to concentrate on Mom’s conversation for the next ten minutes while Dad hammered his mother.
“Fuck your mother hard, Drake!” Gran screamed. “I’m cumming!”
After Dad withdrew his still-hard, juice-covered cock, he pulled Gran up and turned her around. He shoved her robe off and
lifted her onto his torso. She slid down onto his upright pole until fully inserted. She clung to him while he carried her toward the hallway. On the way past the table, Gran’s foot pushed Mom’s fork and knife to the floor. With my attention on the joined mother and son, I didn’t notice Mom ducking under the table to pick up her silverware.
“Oh, my!” Mom gasped. Instantly, I knew what had occurred. My rock-hard, upright cock was in plain sight. I couldn’t do anything without embarrassing either of us, so I decided to nonchalantly drink my coffee. Mom reappeared a few minutes later and resumed eating. She didn’t mention anything, but her beet-red face told me she had thoroughly checked out her son’s equipment. When we finished, Mom rose and gathered our dishes. “I’ll finish up here. Get changed, and we’ll clean the house,” she instructed.
She turned away, allowing me to close my robe and escape with my hard-on. On my way to my room, I heard noises coming from Mom’s room at the end of the hallway. I stealthily traipsed closer and peered in to see my grandmother’s ankles resting on Dad’s shoulders while he pummeled her horny hole. “Fill my pussy with cum. Harder! Pound it to me!” she screamed.
When his cheeks clenched, I knew he was filling his mother full. The remainder of the day passed at a sluggish pace. I couldn’t wait to join Mom in the living room for our nightly ritual. After dinner and our showers, we assumed our usual positions. Gran persuaded me not to wear underwear that night, allowing my cock free rein to be more comfortable.
Mom curled her legs up under her robe and leaned against me. My robe rose mid-thigh, allowing Mom to admire my exposed legs.
A sudden cool breeze swept through me, resulting in goosebumps on my legs. I didn’t want to dislodge my arm from around Mom to pull my robe down, but I didn’t need to bother. Mom noticed my dilemma and caressed my thigh with her hand as I had done for her at the park. While she sensuously stroked my leg, she cooed, “Poor baby, you’re chilled. Don’t worry. Mommy will make it better.”
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