Irene Williams was lying in her bed, her pussy drenched against her paw. She rubbed the outer lips of her protruding labia, and inserted two fingerbreadth deeply inside the cream-covered slit. With her other hand, she began to manipulate her rear clit. With the thought process raging in her intellect she soon had a massive orgasm, squirting a substantive stream of creamy, cum onto the sheet below her.

She was 64-years old, but with a look looking somewhat younger, blue pitch-dark hair with some salt-and-pepper Thomas Gray, a fast, petite physical structure, 5'1 '', 105 lbs., with a stiff ass and 33-B breasts, which were shapely and pert. Despite her petite figure of speech, all of Irene 's intimate feature film were sinful. Her boob had exceptionally large mammilla, which extended outward nearly an inch long when erect. Her pussy had an tremendous George Bush, nighttime disastrous, flecked with some white-haired hairsbreadth. It extended far up her stomach, onto her inner thighs, and into the crack of her ass.

Ever since her teenager, all of her fan had been stimulated by her hirsute feminine `` garden, '' and while she pampered and groomed it regularly, she had never trimmed away any of this thick, furred twat with which she had been endowed by nature. She washed and perfumed it regularly, adding a fragrant feminine spray and talcum powder, even between day-to-day bathtub and showers. She douched often, with a variety of fragrant odour. She rubbed expensive ointment and lotion onto her breasts, and on her ass boldness, inner second joint and anus.

She lay quietly for a few minutes, savoring the enjoyment from her sexual climax, and went into her large privy, to engage a luxurious bubble-bath in her oversized tub.

As she relaxed in the tub, she looked at the clock on the ledge, and realized she had to primp and leave within the hour, to beat back to her daughter 's and son-in- law 's domicile, for the 65th natal day party in her honor. Although she would n't turn 65 for another two weeks, they were leaving on an exsert byplay trip/vacation, so the party was to be held tonight.

But the main thing to which she was looking forward, her `` real '' natal day present, was that her grandson, Boris, was going to come up nursing home with her later tonight, and spend the next three weeks with her during his parents tripper. Irene adored the handsome youngster, now going on x, and entering the second mark this coming evenfall - he was very lustrous, and with private pre-schooling and kindergarten, was already a year ahead of most kidskin his age.

During the last few Holocene sojourn, beginning with no conscious intent or planning on her part, Irene had become obsessed with titillating sentiment about her grandson. They had begun during these most recent few time, when she had held him on her lap, and began to feel arousal when he might have his head against her white meat, or she would tinct his small shaft and balls through his pants.

This touching had at first been accidental, but as she felt its foreplay, Irene had lately found herself encouraging him to sit on her lap, or beside her, on a sofa or overstuffed chair, more frequently. And during these times, she had begun more and more to ensure her titty came into touch with Boris 's hands and side, and her hands touching his crotch and ass.

The last-place visit, about two calendar week ago, they had been alone in her daughter 's house while she and Irene 's son-in-law ran an errand. At that time she had placed Boris Samuel Johnson 's hand on her white meat as she read to him, asking if he `` enjoyed sitting with Grandma, and feeling how soft she was. '' Boris indicated he enjoyed being with nanna, and even added that `` she smelled and felt really near. ``

When Irene had returned home that nighttime, the genital organ of her step-in was still soaked, and as she removed then, some of her cum had begun to dry at the edge, and when she removed her panties, various pubic hairs were blend with her succus as she threw them into the apparel bond. Knowing Boris 's extended visit, the two of them alone, was a poor time away, she planned then that this Light sexual bid between her and her grandson would proceed to a new level upon this visit.

Irene enjoyed the party, but all evening was secretly dying for it to end and for her and her grandson to return to her place. Finally, she said her good-by to all who had attended, and thanked everyone. His mother had already packed Boris 's things, and Irene and he waved to everyone as she tossed his bag into the gage seat, and fastened him into the child 's prophylactic seat.

As they drove, she asked Boris the usual questions - if he was looking forward to schoolhouse beginning again, about his friends, etc. She told him about the new telecasting games she had gotten for him, and some of the program she had for them for these succeeding three weeks, including visits to the zoo, a riverboat hitch, and a two-day package she had bought to the Six-Flags entertainment park.

After they arrived nursing home, Irene had Boris wash and put- on his pajamas in a guest privy, and got set for bed in hers. She put-on a little nightie, and when he came into her bedroom she was already in her large bed.

Boris thought he would be sleeping in a guest elbow room, but Irene motioned for him to come to her, and helped him onto her bed. `` Why do n't you add up up here with Grandma, Honey. We can watch a piffling TV, and then how would you like to kip here with me during this sojourn ? ``

'' Sure, Grandma, '' Boris responded, as he scooted himself beside her. She continued, `` I enjoy having my sweet, well-favoured grandson here with me, and I love it when you are close to me and we can cuddle and all. Do n't you like that too, Boris ? '' `` Uh huh, '' he answered. ``

They watched a re-run of one of the old folk comedy show, appropriate to the boy 's interest. As they lay together, her arm around Boris, Irene began to rub her hand along his chest and belly, inside his pajama top. As she massaged him, she noted that his small hammer had stiffened under his jammies freighter. She mover her hand farther until it was rubbing his small, soaked putz, at first-class honours degree through the fabric, and then underneath. She undid his pj's rump 's snap, and pulled them down toward his ankles.

She saw the boy 's hammer twitch in juvenile person arousal, and could detect his more rapid, excited breathing.

Irene leaned over and took her grandson 's minor tight dick into her backtalk, and then moved her lips lower, sucking his ball shift into her, feeling his minor testis, like two pocket-sized marbles between her tongue and the cap of her mouth. She raised his peg, running her wet tongue along the pelt between the boy 's testicle and ass, licked the duration of his ass crack, and probed his asshole with her tongue.

'' Grandma loves tasting her boy all over, do you like having my mouth and tongue on you down there, Boris ? '' she asked.

'' Oh, yes, Grandma, you 're making me palpate all warm down there. I really, really like it. ``

Irene now removed Boris 's pajama bottoms completely, and slipped his top off so that he was now naked beside her, his cock still hard at his fork. She slipped her night-robe over her promontory, but left her panties on for the time being.

'' grandmother wants to feel your sassing and natural language, too, sweetie, '' she said, as she lowered her breast to his sassing. `` sucking nanna 's tittie for her, Darling, take it into your mouth. ``

She placed the stiffened, tremendous nipple into Boris 's mouth, and he began to suck her hard - the natural enjoyment males receive from mouths on female person'bosom - from early childhood through their entire lives.

'' Ooooh, that makes me feel so near, Sweetie. '' she cooed. `` When a girl or cleaning woman gets excited, they like what you are doing for gran, and they get all wet between their stage. Not wet like pissing, but from inside because they are excited by what the boy or man they are with is doing for them. feel how wet Grandma 's panties are between her leg. ``

Boris felt the sopping moistness in her crotch, and Irene moved her bridge player on top of his, pressing it tight against her pubic osseous tissue ; the force per unit area caused liquid to coat his hand, like wringing a wet backwash textile. `` Let me get rid of the panties so you can see what I feel like underneath, '' she said, her breathing spell now coming faster. She pulled her panties off, and threw them onto the base. She placed his hand on her bare slit.

The Brigham Young boy liked the wet, warm, embarrassing feeling of his grandmother 's hirsute mass between her legs. His youngster 's deal rubbed along the moist twat, the furry row outside each of the swollen outer lips of her labia, the thick wide trigon extending Sir Thomas More than halfway from the top of her vaginal slit towards her navel, and the full two length of fuzz on either side of the inner part of the cheeks of her ass, and within her motherfucker area.

Irene reached down, and placed his hand along her well labia, and then moved his finger's breadth between the outer mouth, into the sopping wet interior area of her hot cunt.

'' gran loves your hand all over her down there, honey, now put your finger's breadth inside her. That makes me finger really, really good, like you felt when grandma had her back talk between your legs. male child and girls/men and fair sex are different from one another between their legs, and I know you already knew that. These dispute are why they can make water each other flavor really safe doing thing down there with their bridge player and mouth. '' As Irene finished this brief introduction, continuing to consummate this sexual relationship with her grandson - with plenty of time to apprize him and excuse everything to him during these next three week - Boris did something which immediately stunned, please, and excited her.

As the boy was poking his fingers into her, like Irene had guided them, of his own willing, he suddenly placed his entire hand inside her, burying it up to and past his wrist. ``

'' Oh, oh, oh, child, '' she moaned in a combination of surprise and pleasure. `` You 're all deep inside me, and it 's making me experience howling ! ``

She spread her legs far apart, to better welcome him, and grasped Boris 's arm. Gently, but firmly, she took clench of the arm, towards his elbow, above the hired hand which was within her steaming pussy. She then guided him in and out of her, literally using her grandson 's arm and helping hand in the Saame manner she used one of her dildos. The opinion actually ran through her creative thinker, `` My grandson is my wonderful, warm, living dildo - I 'd dreamed of him finger-fucking me, but here we are with him giving my pussy a `` hand-fucking, '' or, by god, even an `` arm- fucking. ``

In a few moments, Irene had a massive sexual climax, and she shuddered as she felt the boy 's knuckles rub firmly against her `` G '' spot one, terminal clip, and her creamy dismission flooding her insides, seeping from her. As she finally released her vaginal muscles'hairgrip on his arm, she removed it from her. There was a large `` whooshing '' noise as his arm withdrew from her cavity, and her cum flowed even heavier, in mammoth squirt from her vagina. Boris 's arm looked as if he had just withdrawn from a tub of molasses.

At this head, the Edward Young boy, of course, could not encompass, or enunciate what he had just experienced with his grandmother. But in his juvenile way, he was, and remained, completely aroused.

Irene sensed this, and had already known that it would probably take a few daylight of continued instruction, account and their being together intimately, before she and Boris could fully settle-in as `` devotee. '' She also know that she had to ensure that she did n't cut through too much too soon, and bedevil his immature mind.

Irene took her grandson 's hand which was still dripping with her juices, and rubbed it all along her tits and tit. `` Mmmmm, this feels good, too, Baby. You and Grandma have three whole weeks together. grannie has a lot to show you, spill the beans to you about, and portion with you. And it will all be just between you and me, Boris, and grandma will treat that, too. '' She continued, `` Did you love what we just did, Boris ? Did you like feeling Grandma and having her smell you ? ``

'' Oh, yeah, Grandma, I sure did, '' Boris said.

Irene placed her grandson on his back, and placed her rima oris on his. She lightly pushed her tongue into his sassing, which opened, receiving her like a baby bird being fed by his mother. As with the residue of her sexual organs, prodigious for one as petite as Irene, she also had been given an exceptionally farseeing and animal glossa .