Irene Williams was lying in her bed, her pussy drenched against her hand. She rubbed the taboo rim of her protruding labia, and inserted two fingerbreadth deeply inside the cream-covered slit. With her other handwriting, she began to falsify her erect clitoris. With the thoughts raging in her mind she soon had a massive orgasm, squirting a substantial flow of creamy, cum onto the sail below her.

She was 64-years old, but with a side looking somewhat untried, dark ignominious hair with some salt-and-pepper gray, a tight, petite body, 5'1 '', 105 lbs., with a firm ass and 33-B breasts, which were shapely and pert. Despite her petite figure, all of Irene 's sexual features were extraordinary. Her white meat had exceptionally large mamilla, which extended outward nearly an inch long when erect. Her pussy had an enormous bush, dark total darkness, flecked with some Thomas Gray hairs. It extended far up her abdomen, onto her privileged thigh, and into the crack of her ass.

Ever since her teens, all of her lovers 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 catch with which she had been endowed by nature. She washed and perfumed it regularly, adding a fragrant feminine spray and talc, even between daily baths and shower bath. She douched often, with a variety of fragrant scents. She rubbed expensive creams and lotions onto her breasts, and on her ass brass, inner thigh and anus.

She lay quietly for a few minutes, savoring the delectation from her orgasm, and went into her large bathroom, to take a opulent bubble-bath in her oversized tub.

As she relaxed in the tub, she looked at the clock on the shelf, and realized she had to fit out and leave within the hour, to repel to her daughter 's and son-in- law 's home, for the 65th birthday party in her purity. Although she would n't reverse 65 for another two weeks, they were leaving on an extended byplay trip/vacation, so the political party was to be held tonight.

But the chief thing to which she was looking forward, her `` real number '' birthday present, was that her grandson, Boris, was going to come home with her belated tonight, and spend the next three hebdomad with her during his parents misstep. Irene adored the handsome youngster, now going on x, and entering the 2d grade this coming declination - he was very burnished, and with private pre-schooling and kindergarten, was already a yr ahead of most Thomas Kid his age.

During the last few recent sojourn, beginning with no witting purpose or planning on her constituent, Irene had become obsessed with erotic thought about her grandson. They had begun during these most Holocene few clock time, when she had held him on her lap, and began to sense arousal when he might have his headland against her breast, or she would touch his small cock and balls through his trouser.

This touching had at initiative been accidental, but as she felt its stimulation, Irene had lately found herself encouraging him to sit on her lap, or beside her, on a sofa or overstuff professorship, more frequently. And during these times, she had begun more and More to insure her tit came into skin senses with Boris 's manpower and aspect, and her hands touching his genitals and ass.

The last visit, about two week ago, they had been alone in her daughter 's family while she and Irene 's son-in-law ran an errand. At that clip she had placed Boris Johnson 's hand on her breast as she read to him, asking if he `` enjoyed sitting with Grandma, and feeling how sonant she was. '' Boris indicated he enjoyed being with Grandma, and even added that `` she smelled and felt really well. ``

When Irene had returned home that dark, the genitalia of her pantie was still soaked, and as she removed then, some of her cum had begun to dry at the edges, and when she removed her panties, several pubic fuzz were combine with her succus as she threw them into the clothes hamper. Knowing Boris 's go visit, the two of them alone, was a short sentence away, she planned then that this Light Within sexual shimmer between her and her grandson would proceed to a new level upon this visit.

Irene enjoyed the company, but all evening was secretly anxious for it to end and for her and her grandson to return to her home. Finally, she said her goodbyes to all who had attended, and thanked everyone. His mother had already packed Boris 's affair, and Irene and he waved to everyone as she tossed his bag into the back hindquarters, and fastened him into the tiddler 's refuge seat.

As they drove, she asked Boris the common questions - if he was looking forward to shoal beginning again, about his friends, etc. She told him about the new picture game she had gotten for him, and some of the plans she had for them for these next three hebdomad, including sojourn to the zoo, a riverboat circuit, and a two-day package she had bought to the Six-Flags entertainment park.

After they arrived base, Irene had Boris wash and put- on his pajama in a guest bathroom, and got ready for bed in hers. She put-on a short nightgown, and when he came into her bedroom she was already in her large bed.

Boris thought he would be sleeping in a invitee way, but Irene motioned for him to number to her, and helped him onto her bed. `` Why do n't you do up here with Grandma, love. We can watch over a small TV, and then how would you like to kip here with me during this visit ? ``

'' Sure, Grandma, '' Boris responded, as he scooted himself beside her. She continued, `` I enjoy having my sweet, bountiful grandson here with me, and I love it when you are closing curtain 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 fellowship comedy show, appropriate to the boy 's interest. As they lay together, her arm around Boris, Irene began to rub her bridge player along his chest and stomach, inside his pajama top. As she massaged him, she noted that his diminished rooster had stiffened under his pj's bottom. She mover her hand farther until it was rubbing his small, stiff cock, at world-class through the fabric, and then underneath. She undid his pajama bottom 's piece of cake, and pulled them down toward his ankles.

She saw the boy 's tool twitching in juvenile rousing, and could detect his more speedy, arouse breathing.

Irene leaned over and took her grandson 's small smashed cock into her backtalk, and then moved her brim blue, sucking his ball sack into her, feeling his little egg, like two small wits between her clapper and the roof of her rima oris. She raised his legs, running her wet tongue along the tegument between the boy 's ball and ass, licked the duration of his ass crack, and probed his arse 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 feel all warm down there. I really, really like it. ``

Irene now removed Boris 's jammies bottoms completely, and slipped his top off so that he was now nude beside her, his shaft still hard at his crotch. She slipped her nightdress over her head teacher, but left her scanty on for the time being.

'' Grandma wants to find your backtalk and tongue, too, steady, '' she said, as she lowered her bosom to his lips. `` suck nanna 's tittie for her, Darling, engage it into your backtalk. ``

She placed the stiffened, tremendous nipple into Boris 's mouth, and he began to nurse her operose - the instinctive enjoyment males receive from rima oris on female person'breasts - from babyhood through their entire lives.

'' Ooooh, that makes me find so good, Sweetie. '' she cooed. `` When a miss or charwoman gets excited, they like what you are doing for Grandma, and they get all wet between their legs. Not wet like peeing, but from inside because they are excited by what the boy or man they are with is doing for them. find how wet Grandma 's panties are between her legs. ``

Boris felt the sopping dampness in her genitalia, and Irene moved her handwriting on top of his, pressing it tight against her pubic bone ; the pressing caused liquid to coat his hand, like wringing a wet wash cloth. `` Let me get rid of the panties so you can see what I feel like underneath, '' she said, her breather now coming faster. She pulled her panty off, and threw them onto the story. She placed his hired hand on her bare pussy.

The Pres Young boy liked the wet, warm, awkward tone of his granny 's hirsute multitude between her wooden leg. His child 's hand rubbed along the moist slit, the furry row outside each of the swollen outer lips of her labia, the fatheaded all-inclusive triangle extending more than halfway from the top of her vaginal slit towards her belly button, and the full two lengths of hair on either side of the inner part of the cheek of her ass, and within her asshole area.

Irene reached down, and placed his hired man along her swell labia, and then moved his fingerbreadth between the outer lips, into the sopping wet inner area of her hot cunt.

'' Grandma loves your hand all over her down there, love, now put your fingers inside her. That makes me sense really, really good, like you felt when Grandma had her back talk between your wooden leg. Boys and girls/men and woman are different from one another between their legs, and I know you already knew that. These differences are why they can make each early feel really serious doing things down there with their workforce and mouths. '' As Irene finished this brief introduction, continuing to consummate this sexual relationship with her grandson - with plenty of sentence to instruct him and explain everything to him during these next three weeks - Boris did something which immediately stunned, pleased, and excited her.

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

'' Oh, oh, oh, infant, '' she moaned in a combination of surprise and pleasure. `` You 're all cryptical inside me, and it 's making me feel wonderful ! ``

She spread her legs further apart, to better receive him, and grasped Boris 's arm. Gently, but firmly, she took hold of the arm, towards his elbow joint, above the mitt which was within her steaming snatch. She then guided him in and out of her, literally using her grandson 's arm and hand in the Saame manner she used one of her dildos. The thought actually ran through her nous, `` My grandson is my grand, affectionate, 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- screwing. ``

In a few moments, Irene had a massive coming, and she shuddered as she felt the boy 's knuckles rub firmly against her `` G '' spot one, terminal time, and her creamy sacking flooding her inside, seeping from her. As she finally released her vaginal muscleman'grip 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 expectant, in gigantic spurts from her vagina. Boris 's arm looked as if he had just withdrawn from a tub of molasses.

At this point, the young boy, of course of action, could not cover, or articulate what he had just experienced with his nan. 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 days of continued instruction, explanation and their being together intimately, before she and Boris could fully settle-in as `` buff. '' She also know that she had to see to it that she did n't cover too much too soon, and befuddle his young mind.

Irene took her grandson 's hand which was still dripping with her juices, and rubbed it all along her mammilla and nipples. `` Mmmmm, this feels beneficial, too, infant. You and granny have three completely hebdomad together. granny has a lot to picture you, spill the beans to you about, and share with you. And it will all be just between you and me, Boris, and granny will track that, too. '' She continued, `` Did you bask what we just did, Boris ? Did you like feeling grandmother and having her flavor you ? ``

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

Irene placed her grandson on his back, and placed her mouth on his. She lightly pushed her tongue into his mouth, which opened, receiving her like a baby bird being fed by his mother. As with the eternal rest of her sexual organs, stupendous for one as petite as Irene, she also had been given an exceptionally long and sultry clapper .