She knew she shouldn’t be thinking these things, they were wrong at so many levels and he was so old and UGLY.
Her firm round ass squirmed on the soft cushioned rocking chair and she squeezed her thighs together, sending shooting lances of pleasure from her loins as the action briefly stimulated her clitoris. She was horny beyond measure. Horny beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
The sight of the old man’s eyes devouring her tits sent brief flashing images into her fuzzy brain of his face hovering over her while his old cock sank into her dripping wet pussy.
She closed her eyes and shook her head as if in denial, trying to shake away the disturbing thoughts, trying to shake away her arousal, trying to shut out the world around her.
What the hell am I thinking, goddamn it, she screamed in her head. You’re a happily married woman with two kids for Christ sakes! He’s your fucking great-great-grandfather! Get a hold of yourself! He’s 84 and you just turned 18 and you only gave birth a few weeks ago. Stop it. Stop it.
She kept her eyes closed and took several deep calming shuddery breaths. She felt herself eventually begin to relax, felt her ardor cool.
What if she kept her eyes closed and pretended it was Tyler, she wondered offhandedly.
NO. STOP IT. STOP IT!
Her eyes snapped open when she felt something cover her chest.
She looked up at the old man who looked back at her with understanding as he draped a baby blanket over her bare heaving breasts. She clutched it to her. The lust was still there in his eyes but it was smothered under concern, understanding and something else she couldn’t quite define. There was no words she could use to describe that look in his deep set dark eyes.
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What could she possibly say?
His twisted old hand caressed her hair then he stood, the enormous bulge in his pants nearly brushing her flushed red face, and left the house.
She let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
She finished pumping, wiped herself off, slathered a special cream on her nipples and secured the cups of her maternity bra in place. After putting the filled milk storage bags in the freezer, she cleaned up and went to check on the kids. They were sleeping peacefully.
This is the time, she thought, determined to rub herself to orgasm. She laid on the bed, covered herself with the blanket and just as she was about to slip her hand under the elastic band holding up her loose-fitting shorts, her toddler once again ran into the room
She wanted to scream with frustration. Instead, she smiled at her rambunctious child and got up to fix her lunch.
Grampa usually stayed longer, giving her a chance to shower and sometimes even take an hour long nap. She hadn’t realized how much she’d come to depend on him in the short time they’d been there.
Thinking of the old man made her uneasy.
Yvette didn’t know how she’d look him in the eye again after baring her big milky tits in front of him so brazenly. She was mortified and embarrassed at what she’d done, at the racy thoughts that had gone through her head while he sat watching her. She felt disgust and shame at her reaction, at the knowledge that she’d been a hairsbreadth from acting on her base sexual urges.
What the hell happened, she wondered.
Her exhausted mind pondered whether she’d always had a thing for ugly old, OLD men.
She thought back to her interactions with older men in her life and was amazed to discover that she could recall each and every one of them.
From the gray-haired old man ringing her out at the local 7-Eleven, the ancient greeter in the blue vest who got close enough to “accidentally” brush her ass as she entered Walmart, the old man who stared at her chest so brazenly in the grocery store, to the small group of ancient men in a restaurant who’d turned to look at her when she entered and didn’t take their eyes off her until after she sat down.
Feeling the old men’s eyes on her had made her feel nervous and jittery. It had also felt as if a herd of elephants had been tromping around in her belly.
At the time, she’d acted disgusted and made disparaging comments, but afterwards her eyes had lingered just a split second longer than they should of.
Had she misconstrued her reaction? Had she convinced herself it was disgust rather than attraction?
Front and center had always been her great-great-grandpa, the oldest and ugliest of them all. She wondered if she’d stayed away and acted scared of him to hide her attraction. Or maybe she did think he was disgusting since he was so ugly and the smell of old cheese, cow manure and stale farts lingered around him like a miasma.
She was so tired, she found it hard to think straight.
She felt herself flush with heat and wondered when she’d finally be able to sneak in a private moment to ease herself. She wondered if she could rub away the disturbing humiliating thoughts and images that flooded her mind’s eye by fantasizing about her husband. But the image of the old man’s burning lust-filled eyes stayed with her, no matter how much she tried to dispel it or replace him with her husband.
Constantly attending to the children kept her mind occupied, but that night was another story.
When Tyler got home that night, he quietly showered and went to bed.
She tried to arouse him, fondling his member and even throwing off the sheets, pulling down his pajamas and underwear and sucking on his floppy member but he just groaned with exhaustion and pushed her away.
“Not now, baby,” he groaned. “I’m all done in.”
Sighing in frustration, she wiped her mouth, rolled onto her back and stared up at the dark ceiling. Within seconds, Tyler was fast asleep, breathing long and deep, snoring softly.
Now’s as good a time as any, she thought resignedly, pulling her night dress up and slipping her fingers under her underwear.
Then of course, the baby started crying. It was time for her to eat.
She slapped a hand on the bed in frustration, rolled out of bed and went to take care of her baby.
When she finally went back to bed, the last things she thought of before she drifted off to sleep were her great-great-grandfather’s fierce hungry eyes boring into her from the darkness, as intense as an eagle’s predatory glare.
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Her dreams were filled with hard liver-spotted hands groping her, caressing her, fierce old eyes piercing into her soul.
She stood in only a pair of tight jean shorts in front of Grampa’s house. He enormous boobs were full and heavy with milk. They ached and her nipples itched. She looked at the large old house both dreading and needing to see the old man open the front door and step out.
In her dream, she wanted him to see her. She wanted to see the look in his old eyes as they devoured her, flicking black and forth, up and down, never losing their focus on her, barely blinking, as he memorized every inch of her.
The scene changed and she watched from above as she threw a leg over Tyler and felt his thick hard member grind against the walls of her hot tightly-clutching pussy, feeling his hands squeeze her milk-filled tits and his lips latch on to her nipple as she churned on top of him.
She felt her vagina squeeze his member like a vice, her body swaying, rocking and twisting on top of him with desperate passion.
She closed her eyes, smiled a wide joyous smile and reveled in the sensations.
Suddenly, a strong acrid smell of old cheese, cow manure and stale farts filled her nostrils.
When she opened her eyes she saw she was on top of Grampa, not Tyler.
The hands on her swollen tits were skeletal, covered in light brown spots and the fingernails were thick and yellow. The lips suckling on her nipple were not full and young, but the long hard cock plunging deep inside her filled her so perfectly. Her breasts let down and she felt warm milk flow from her other nipple to bathe their surging bodies.
Yvette cried out. She couldn’t tell if it was in denial, horror, victory or joy. Even in her dreams she was confused about her body’s reaction to her great-great-grandfather.
She made to get off him but the twisted bony hands encircling her tiny waist held her in place with a strength she couldn’t possibly resist.
She felt suction at her nipple and looked down to see the grizzled old man’s cheeks drawn in as he suckled at her breast, Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed her creamy milk. She felt his tongue flicking her nipple from side to side and up and down as he sucked, arousing and exciting her.
Holding his shoulders, her numbed mind resolved, she rose high on her knees intending to plunge herself down on his iron-hard member, frantic to spear herself to her very soul on the old man’s madly-pumping cock.
The pressure inside her built and built.
Yvette’s toes curled, there was a blooming heat deep in her belly, her nipples burned, and her clit began to tingle. An orgasm was coming… a monumental, mind-blowing, heart-stopping orgasm of all orgasms was about to explode within her.
“Ooof,” she wheezed as a solid weight landed on her stomach.
Pain replaced pleasure, the urge to cum disappeared as if had never been, and her eyes opened wide in pain and surprise.
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