I never expected a slow dance at my cousin's wedding to turn into this. I'm 25, she's 62, and she's my grandmother. But that night, with the lights low and the music soft, her body pressed against mine, everything changed.
We'd been sipping wine all evening. She looked stunning in her black dress, curves still firm from years of yoga.
When the band played a classic slow song, she pulled me to the floor. "Dance with your old grandma," she whispered, her hand sliding into mine.
Her perfume hit me first, then the heat of her skin as she stepped close. We swayed, her hips brushing mine. I felt myself harden against her thigh. She didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed closer, her breath hot on my neck.
"Feel that?" she murmured. "You've grown up so much."
My hand dropped lower on her back, fingers tracing the curve of her ass through the fabric. She moaned softly, grinding just enough to make my cock throb. The dance floor was crowded but no one noticed us in the corner.
We slipped out to the garden. She pushed me against the wall, her mouth on mine, tongue demanding. "I've wanted this for years," she said, voice raw. Her hand unzipped my pants, gripping my hard shaft. "Fuck, you're big."
I lifted her dress, finding her wet panties. Fingers slid inside her, pumping as she stroked me. "Grandma, this is wrong," I gasped, but she just laughed dirty and low.
"Wrong feels good. Fuck your grandmother."
We didn't make it far. Behind the bushes, she bent over a bench. I yanked her panties aside and thrust into her tight, hot pussy. She was soaked, gripping me as I pounded. Her moans filled the night: "Harder, grandson. Fill grandma's cunt."
Her ass slapped against me with each stroke. I reached around, rubbing her clit until she came, clenching and squirting on my cock. I followed, shooting deep inside her, pulse after pulse of thick cum.
We cleaned up quick, but back at her place later, it continued. She rode me on the couch, tits bouncing, dirty talk nonstop. "Suck grandma's nipples while you fuck me." We did it all night—doggy, missionary, her on top. Her experienced body knew exactly how to milk every drop.
By morning, we knew this was our secret. The dance started it, but the incest sex became our addiction. Every family gathering after held that spark, her winks promising more raw, forbidden fucking.
