Irene Williams was lying in her bed, her pussy drenched against her hand. She rubbed the outer mouth of her protruding labia, and inserted two fingers deeply inside the cream-covered cunt. With her other manus, she began to manipulate her set up button. With the thoughts raging in her idea she soon had a massive orgasm, squirting a substantial stream of creamy, cum onto the flat solid below her.

She was 64-years old, but with a fount looking somewhat untested, glum disgraceful hairsbreadth with some salt-and-pepper gray, a tight, lilliputian body, 5'1 '', 105 lbs., with a firm ass and 33-B breasts, which were shapely and pert. Despite her lilliputian form, all of Irene 's sexual feature of speech were extraordinary. Her chest had exceptionally turgid pap, which extended outward nearly an inch long when erect. Her snatch had an tremendous Dubya, dark black, flecked with some gray hairs. It extended far up her stomach, onto her inner thighs, 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 midst, furred snap with which she had been endowed by nature. She washed and perfumed it regularly, adding a fragrant feminine spray and talcum, even between casual bathtub and showers. She douched often, with a variety of fragrant smell. She rubbed expensive creams and lotions onto her breasts, and on her ass cheek, privileged second joint and anus.

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

As she relaxed in the tub, she looked at the clock on the shelf, and realized she had to dress and leave within the hr, to drive to her daughter 's and son-in- law 's home, for the sixty-fifth birthday political party in her pureness. Although she would n't turn 65 for another two weeks, they were leaving on an poke out business 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 home with her tardy tonight, and spend the next three week with her during his parents trip. Irene adored the handsome tyke, now going on x, and entering the 2d grade this coming fall - he was very shiny, and with individual pre-schooling and kindergarten, was already a twelvemonth ahead of virtually kid his age.

During the last few Recent sojourn, beginning with no conscious aim or planning on her part, Irene had become obsessed with erotic thought process about her grandson. They had begun during these most recent few prison term, when she had held him on her lap, and began to feel arousal when he might stimulate his chief against her boob, or she would tinct his minuscule peter and balls through his pants.

This touching had at beginning 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 lounge or overstuff chairperson, more frequently. And during these meter, she had begun more and more to ensure her boob came into touch with Boris 's work force and look, and her work force touching his private parts and ass.

The lowest visit, about two calendar week ago, they had been alone in her girl 's sign while she and Irene 's son-in-law ran an errand. At that clock time she had placed Boris Johnson 's paw on her knocker as she read to him, asking if he `` enjoyed sitting with Grandma, and feeling how delicate she was. '' Boris indicated he enjoyed being with Grandma, and even added that `` she smelled and felt really commodity. ``

When Irene had returned rest home that night, the crotch of her panties was still soaked, and as she removed then, some of her cum had begun to dry at the boundary, and when she removed her panties, several pubic tomentum were amalgamate with her succus as she threw them into the clothes hamper. Knowing Boris 's extended visit, the two of them alone, was a scant clock time away, she planned then that this scant intimate play between her and her grandson would go to a new horizontal surface upon this visit.

Irene enjoyed the company, but all evening was secretly nervous 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 female parent had already packed Boris 's things, and Irene and he waved to everyone as she tossed his bag into the support seat, and fastened him into the tiddler 's prophylactic seat.

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

After they arrived home plate, Irene had Boris wash drawing and put- on his pyjama in a Edgar Albert Guest bathroom, and got ready for bed in hers. She put-on a short nightie, and when he came into her bedroom she was already in her declamatory bed.

Boris thought he would be sleeping in a guest room, but Irene motioned for him to come to her, and helped him onto her bed. `` Why do n't you occur up here with grandma, dearest. We can view a little TV, and then how would you like to sleep here with me during this sojourn ? ``

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

They watched a re-run of one of the old family funniness shows, appropriate to the boy 's interest. As they lay together, her arm around Boris, Irene began to rub her hired man along his breast and abdomen, inside his pajama top. As she massaged him, she noted that his small rooster had stiffened under his pajama can. She mover her hand farther until it was rubbing his diminished, stiff tool, at first off through the fabric, and then underneath. She undid his pajama derriere 's snap, and pulled them down toward his ankles.

She saw the boy 's cock twitching in juvenile arousal, and could find his more rapid, excited breathing.

Irene leaned over and took her grandson 's small unwavering cock into her sassing, and then moved her lips lower, sucking his nut sacking into her, feeling his small-scale ball, like two small marbles between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She raised his legs, running her wet tongue along the tegument between the boy 's testicles and ass, licked the length of his ass crack, and probed his asshole with her tongue.

'' Grandma loves tasting her boy all over, do you like having my oral fissure 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 pajama merchantman completely, and slipped his top off so that he was now bare beside her, his cock still hard at his privates. She slipped her night-robe over her head, but left her pantie on for the meter being.

'' grandma wants to feel your mouth and tongue, too, sweetheart, '' she said, as she lowered her breast to his brim. `` suction Grandma 's tittie for her, pet, demand it into your mouth. ``

She placed the stiffened, enormous mammilla into Boris 's mouth, and he began to suckle her hard - the natural enjoyment males receive from mouths on female'breasts - from infancy through their entire lives.

'' Ooooh, that makes me palpate so good, Sweetie. '' she cooed. `` When a girl or woman 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 moistness in her crotch, and Irene moved her handwriting on top of his, pressing it miserly against her pubic bone ; the pressure caused liquidness to cake his script, like wringing a wet wash cloth. `` Let me get rid of the panty so you can see what I feel like underneath, '' she said, her breathing spell now coming faster. She pulled her step-in off, and threw them onto the storey. She placed his hand on her bare kitty.

The young boy liked the wet, affectionate, viscid feeling of his grandma 's hirsute the great unwashed between her branch. His shaver 's hand rubbed along the moist slit, the furry row outside each of the self-conceited outer lips of her labia, the thick wide triangle extending more than halfway from the top of her vaginal slit towards her navel, and the full two distance of haircloth on either side of the inner contribution of the buttock of her ass, and within her whoreson area.

Irene reached down, and placed his script along her swell labia, and then moved his finger between the outer mouth, into the sopping wet inner area of her hot cunt.

'' Grandma loves your helping hand all over her down there, Honey, now put your fingers inside her. That makes me feel really, really good, like you felt when Grandma had her lip between your legs. Boys and girls/men and women are different from one another between their peg, and I know you already knew that. These differences are why they can make each other flavour really proficient doing things down there with their hand and mouths. '' As Irene finished this brief launching, continuing to consummate this sexual relationship with her grandson - with plenty of meter to instruct him and explain everything to him during these next three calendar week - Boris did something which immediately stunned, delight, 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 intact hand inside her, burying it up to and past his wrist. ``

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

She spread her legs further apart, to better experience him, and grasped Boris 's arm. Gently, but firmly, she took grasp of the arm, towards his human elbow, above the script which was within her steaming cunt. She then guided him in and out of her, literally using her grandson 's arm and hand in the Lapplander personal manner she used one of her dildos. The cerebration actually ran through her judgment, `` 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- fuck. ``

In a few instant, Irene had a monolithic orgasm, and she shuddered as she felt the boy 's knuckle rub firmly against her `` G '' spot one, final exam prison term, and her creamy discharge flooding her interior, seeping from her. As she finally released her vaginal muscles'traveling bag 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 fleshy, in mammoth spurts from her vagina. Boris 's arm looked as if he had just withdrawn from a tub of molasses.

At this compass point, the young boy, of trend, could not grok, or word 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 postulate a few twenty-four hour period of continued statement, account and their being together intimately, before she and Boris could fully settle-in as `` lovers. '' She also know that she had to ensure that she did n't cut through too a great deal too soon, and put off his Cy Young mind.

Irene took her grandson 's hand which was still dripping with her juices, and rubbed it all along her tits and mamilla. `` Mmmmm, this spirit practiced, too, Baby. You and Grandma have three totally weeks together. grandma has a lot to picture you, talk to you about, and share with you. And it will all be just between you and me, Boris, and Grandma will hatch that, too. '' She continued, `` Did you delight what we just did, Boris ? Did you like feeling gran and having her spirit you ? ``

'' Oh, yeah, gran, 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 razz being fed by his female parent. As with the rest of her sexual organs, portentous for one as diminutive as Irene, she also had been given an exceptionally long and fleshly tongue .