I walked into her kitchen that afternoon like I had a hundred times before, but this time everything felt different. Grandma Helen was bent over the counter in a thin sundress that clung to her heavy tits and wide ass, and when she turned around the look in her eyes told me she knew exactly why I’d shown up early.
“Lock the door, baby,” she said, voice low and rough. “Your grandpa’s gone fishing till dark.”
I did it without thinking.
She stepped close, grabbed my belt, and yanked me against her. Her mouth was on mine before I could speak, tongue pushing in deep while her hand squeezed my cock through my jeans.
“Been thinking about this big dick all week,” she growled, unzipping me. “You gonna give Grandma what she needs?”
My cock sprang out hard and she dropped to her knees right there on the linoleum. She took me straight into her throat, gagging wet and loud, spit running down her chin as she bobbed fast. Her eyes watered but she didn’t stop, slurping and sucking like a woman half her age.
“Fuck, Grandma,” I groaned, hands in her silver hair. She pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my head.
“Call me Helen when you’re about to fuck me,” she said, standing up and turning around. She hiked the dress over her ass, no panties underneath, and spread her cheeks. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already dripping. “Now get in there.”
I slammed into her from behind, burying every inch in one thrust. She was tight and hot, cunt gripping me like it hadn’t been fucked in years. I pounded her hard against the counter, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the kitchen. She reached back and spread herself wider, moaning filthy encouragements.
“Harder, boy. Fuck your grandma’s pussy like you mean it. Fill me up.”
I grabbed her hips and gave her exactly what she wanted, driving deep with every stroke. Her tits bounced free when she pulled the dress down, nipples dark and stiff. I reached around and pinched one while I fucked her, making her cry out.
She came first, cunt pulsing around my cock, juices running down my balls. I didn’t stop. I kept slamming into her until my own orgasm hit, pumping thick loads straight into her greedy hole.
We weren’t done.
She pulled me to the bedroom, stripped completely, and climbed on top. Her body was soft and heavy in all the right places, silver bush trimmed short above a swollen clit. She sank down on my still-hard cock and rode me slow at first, then faster, tits swinging in my face while she talked dirty the whole time.
“Tell me how good Grandma’s pussy feels. Tell me you’re gonna come in me again.”
I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and fucked her missionary, watching her face twist with every thrust. She came twice more before I filled her a second time, cum leaking out around my shaft.
Later, after we caught our breath, she sucked me clean and then let me take her ass while she fingered her own cum-filled pussy. By the time the sun went down we were both sore, sticky, and already planning the next time Grandpa went fishing.
She kissed me at the door, tasting like sex. “Same time next week, baby. Don’t be late.”
