The front door clicked shut behind me and there she was, my grandma, standing in the kitchen in nothing but a thin robe that barely covered her heavy tits. At sixty-eight she still had that thick body, wide hips and a fat ass that jiggled when she walked. I was twenty-five, back from college for the weekend, and the second I saw her I knew why I’d come.
“Lock that door, boy,” she said, voice low and rough. “Your grandpa’s gone fishing. We got all night.”
I dropped my bag and crossed the room. She didn’t wait. Her hand went straight to my crotch, squeezing my cock through my jeans like she owned it. “Been thinking about this dick since you left last month. Get it out.”
I unzipped and she dropped to her knees right there on the linoleum. Her mouth was hot and wet, lips stretching around my shaft as she sucked me deep on the first try. No teasing, just filthy, hungry slurping. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her robe while she bobbed, one hand cupping my balls, the other reaching up to pinch my nipple.
“Fuck, Grandma,” I groaned. “Suck that cock.”
She pulled off long enough to growl, “Call me by my name when I’m choking on it. Say it.”
“Evelyn. Suck my cock, Evelyn.”
She moaned around me and took me to the back of her throat, gagging wetly. I grabbed her gray hair and fucked her face, watching strings of spit stretch from her lips to my shaft every time she pulled back. Her robe fell open and those big, veiny tits swung free, nipples dark and stiff.
When she finally stood, she turned around, bent over the kitchen table, and flipped the robe up over her ass. “Eat it first. Get Grandma’s pussy ready for that young dick.”
I dropped behind her and spread her cheeks. Her cunt was already slick, lips puffy and glistening. I dragged my tongue from her clit up to her asshole and back, tasting her, then shoved two fingers inside while I licked her tight rim. She pushed back against my face, moaning loud.
“Deeper, boy. Tongue-fuck that ass.”
I did, working my tongue into her while my fingers pumped her cunt. She was dripping down my wrist by the time she reached back and grabbed my hair.
“Enough. Fuck me. Right now.”
I stood, lined up, and slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist. I fucked her hard, the table legs scraping the floor, her ass rippling every time my hips slapped against it. Her tits dragged across the wood with every stroke.
“Harder,” she barked. “Fuck Grandma like you mean it. Fill that old pussy.”
I grabbed her hips and pounded, balls slapping against her. The wet sounds were loud and obscene. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, coming hard around my cock, cunt pulsing and squirting a little onto the floor.
I didn’t stop. I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. Her legs went over my shoulders and I drove back in, watching her face twist with pleasure.
She clawed at my back, nails digging in.
“Gonna come again,” she panted. “Don’t you dare pull out.”
I fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach again, this time on the table, and took her from behind once more. Her asshole winked at me and I spat on it, working a thumb inside while I kept pounding her cunt.
“Want that ass too?” she asked, voice filthy. “Go ahead. Stretch Grandma’s shithole.”
I pulled out, pressed the head of my cock against her wrinkled hole, and pushed. She grunted and bore down, letting me sink in slow until my balls rested against her pussy. I fucked her ass in long, deep strokes while she reached back and spread herself wider for me.
“Dirty boy,” she hissed. “Fucking your grandma’s ass in her own kitchen. Come in it. Fill it up.”
I lasted maybe another minute before I unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her ass. She clenched around me, milking every drop, then reached back to scoop some of the mess leaking out and licked her fingers clean.
We didn’t stop there. She led me to the couch, rode me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass swallow my cock again, then let me fuck her tits until I painted her face and neck. By the time Grandpa’s truck pulled into the driveway hours later, she was on her back on the living-room floor, legs spread, my cum leaking from both holes while she fingered herself and told me to come back next weekend.
“Next time,” she said, wiping her mouth, “bring a friend. Grandma can handle two young cocks.”
I zipped up, kissed her on the mouth, and left through the back door with the taste of her ass and pussy still on my tongue.
