He showed up at her door after midnight, the way he always did when his girlfriend kicked him out. Grandma opened it wearing nothing but a thin robe that barely covered her heavy tits and thick thighs. She looked him up and down, eyes landing on the bulge already pushing against his jeans.
"Get in here, boy," she said, voice low and rough. "Lock the door."
The second it clicked, she dropped the robe. Her big, saggy tits hung heavy, nipples dark and stiff. Her belly was soft, her wide hips framing a thick gray bush that hid a fat, wet cunt. She grabbed his shirt and yanked him close.
"You been thinking about this all week, haven't you? Thinking about fucking your grandma's nasty old pussy again."
He didn't answer with words. He shoved his tongue in her mouth and grabbed her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh while she ground her hips against his hard cock. She tasted like cigarettes and whiskey. Her hand went straight to his zipper, yanking his dick out and stroking it hard and fast.
"Thick as ever," she muttered, spitting on her palm and working the head. "Grandma's gonna sit on this thing till it hurts."
They didn't make it to the bedroom. She bent over the kitchen table, spreading her legs, and he slammed into her from behind. Her cunt was hot, loose, and dripping, taking every inch with a wet squelch. She grunted like an animal every time his balls slapped her clit.
"Fuck me harder, you little bastard. Pound that grandma pussy. Fill it up."
He did. He gripped her hips and fucked her like he hated her, the table legs scraping the floor. Her tits swung and slapped together. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear into that hairy, sloppy hole.
When she came, she growled and pushed back, cunt clenching and squirting a little down her thighs. He didn't stop. He kept slamming until his own load boiled up and he pumped thick ropes deep inside her.
They barely caught their breath before she turned around, dropped to her knees, and sucked him clean, licking her own juices and his cum off his shaft like it was candy. "Tastes better mixed," she said, smiling with cum on her lips.
He stayed the night. They fucked on the couch, in the shower, and once more in her bed at dawn. She rode him slow and nasty, tits in his face, telling him exactly how she wanted her grandson's cock buried in her every hole.
By morning she was leaking his cum from both ends, satisfied and already planning the next time he "got kicked out."
She kissed him at the door, robe open again. "Next week, bring that big dick back here. Grandma's ass needs a turn."
