Irene Williams was lying in her bed, her pussy drenched against her hand. She rubbed the outer rim of her protruding labia, and inserted two fingers deeply inside the cream-covered slit. With her early hand, she began to falsify her erect clit. With the idea raging in her mind she soon had a massive orgasm, squirting a substantial stream of creamy, cum onto the sheet below her.

She was 64-years old, but with a boldness looking somewhat younger, dark inglorious hair with some salt-and-pepper gray, a loaded, midget torso, 5'1 '', 105 lbs., with a steady ass and 33-B breasts, which were shapely and pert. Despite her petite figure, all of Irene 's intimate characteristic were extraordinary. Her white meat had exceptionally enceinte nipple, which extended outward nearly an inch long when erect. Her puss had an enormous Dubya, dark black, flecked with some gray tomentum. It extended far up her abdomen, onto her internal thigh, and into the fracture of her ass.

Ever since her stripling, all of her devotee 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, furry slit with which she had been endowed by nature. She washed and perfumed it regularly, adding a fragrant feminine spray and talcum, even between daily baths and cascade. She douched often, with a form of fragrant aroma. She rubbed expensive creams and lotions onto her titty, and on her ass cheeks, privileged thigh and anus.

She lay quietly for a few second, savoring the enjoyment from her orgasm, and went into her large can, to take a luxurious bubble-bath in her outsize tub.

As she relaxed in the tub, she looked at the clock on the ledge, and realized she had to dress and leave within the hour, to force back to her daughter 's and son-in- law 's family, for the 65th birthday party in her honour. Although she would n't turn 65 for another two weeks, they were leaving on an run business organization trip/vacation, so the party was to be held tonight.

But the principal thing to which she was looking forward, her `` real '' birthday present, was that her grandson, Boris, was going to occur domicile with her later tonight, and spend the following three calendar week with her during his parents stumble. Irene adored the handsome nipper, now going on x, and entering the second grade this coming fall - he was very brilliantly, and with private pre-schooling and kindergarten, was already a year ahead of nearly kids his age.

During the last few late sojourn, beginning with no witting aim or planning on her persona, Irene had become obsessed with erotic thinking about her grandson. They had begun during these most recent few times, when she had held him on her lap, and began to sense arousal when he might suffer his principal against her tit, or she would touch his small cock and clump through his pants.

This touching had at beginning been inadvertent, 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 overstuffed chair, more frequently. And during these times, she had begun more and more to control her bosom came into touch with Boris 's men and face, and her manus touching his crotch and ass.

The hold out visit, about two hebdomad ago, they had been alone in her daughter 's house while she and Irene 's son-in-law ran an errand. At that prison term she had placed Boris President Lyndon Johnson 's bridge player on her breast as she read to him, asking if he `` enjoyed sitting with grandmother, and feeling how soft she was. '' Boris indicated he enjoyed being with granny, and even added that `` she smelled and felt really good. ``

When Irene had returned dwelling 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 edges, and when she removed her panties, respective pubic hairsbreadth were combine with her juice as she threw them into the apparel hamper. Knowing Boris 's extended sojourn, the two of them alone, was a short time away, she planned then that this unhorse sexual play between her and her grandson would proceed to a new level upon this visit.

Irene enjoyed the political party, but all eventide was secretly dying for it to end and for her and her grandson to rejoin to her household. Finally, she said her goodbye to all who had attended, and thanked everyone. His female parent had already packed Boris 's thing, and Irene and he waved to everyone as she tossed his bag into the game behind, and fastened him into the youngster 's safety seat.

As they drove, she asked Boris the usual interrogative - if he was looking forward to school beginning again, about his champion, 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 workweek, including sojourn to the zoo, a riverboat tour, and a two-day package she had bought to the Six-Flags entertainment park.

After they arrived home, Irene had Boris backwash and put- on his pajamas in a client john, and got ready for bed in hers. She put-on a short nightdress, and when he came into her sleeping room she was already in her with child bed.

Boris thought he would be sleeping in a invitee room, but Irene motioned for him to come to her, and helped him onto her bed. `` Why do n't you do up here with grannie, dear. We can watch a little 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, liberal 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 family funniness show, appropriate to the boy 's interest. As they lay together, her arm around Boris, Irene began to rub her handwriting along his breast and tummy, inside his pajama top. As she massaged him, she noted that his small peter had stiffened under his jammies bottom. She mover her hired hand farther until it was rubbing his small, wet cock, at first through the fabric, and then underneath. She undid his pajama bottomland 's snap, and pulled them down toward his ankles.

She saw the boy 's cock twitching in juvenile stimulation, and could discover his more speedy, excited breathing.

Irene leaned over and took her grandson 's pocket-sized strong cock into her back talk, and then moved her backtalk lower, sucking his ball sack into her, feeling his small egg, like two small marbles between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She raised his peg, running her wet tongue along the skin between the boy 's testicles and ass, licked the length of his ass chap, and probed his asshole with her tongue.

'' nanna 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 pajama prat completely, and slipped his top off so that he was now naked beside her, his cock still hard at his genitals. She slipped her night-robe over her head, but left her panties on for the sentence being.

'' Grandma wants to feel your rima oris and tongue, too, Sweetie, '' she said, as she lowered her breast to his sassing. `` Suck Grandma 's tittie for her, Darling, take it into your mouthpiece. ``

She placed the stiffened, enormous nipple into Boris 's mouth, and he began to suck her hard - the natural enjoyment male person receive from oral fissure on females'tit - from infancy through their total lives.

'' Ooooh, that makes me experience so good, Sweetie. '' she cooed. `` When a female child or woman gets excited, they like what you are doing for grandmother, and they get all wet between their legs. Not wet like pissing, but from inside because they are excited by what the boy or man they are with is doing for them. experience how wet Grandma 's panty are between her wooden leg. ``

Boris felt the sopping damp in her crotch, and Irene moved her hand on top of his, pressing it tight against her pubic bone ; the pressure caused liquid to coat his script, like wringing a wet washables textile. `` Let me get rid of the pantie so you can see what I feel like underneath, '' she said, her breather now coming faster. She pulled her panties off, and threw them onto the floor. She placed his hand on her bare pussy.

The young boy liked the wet, warm, sticky feeling of his grandmother 's hirsute plenty between her leg. His child 's script rubbed along the moist slit, the furry row outside each of the vain outer lip of her labia, the thick wide triangle extending more than halfway from the top of her vaginal slit towards her navel, and the replete two duration of whisker on either side of the inner piece of the cheeks of her ass, and within her asshole area.

Irene reached down, and placed his hand along her tumefy labia, and then moved his fingers between the outer backtalk, into the sopping wet inner area of her hot cunt.

'' Grandma loves your hand all over her down there, Honey, now put your fingerbreadth inside her. That makes me sense really, really good, like you felt when nanna had her mouth between your wooden leg. boy and girls/men and women are dissimilar from one another between their pegleg, and I know you already knew that. These differences are why they can make each other feel really honest doing things down there with their handwriting and lip. '' As Irene finished this brief introduction, continuing to consummate this intimate human relationship with her grandson - with plenty of clip 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 stallion hand inside her, burying it up to and past his wrist. ``

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

She spread her legs farther apart, to better encounter him, and grasped Boris 's arm. Gently, but firmly, she took hold of the arm, towards his cubital joint, above the hand which was within her steaming pussy. She then guided him in and out of her, literally using her grandson 's arm and hand in the Same manner she used one of her dildos. The mentation actually ran through her mind, `` My grandson is my tremendous, quick, living dildo - I 'd dreamed of him finger-fucking me, but here we are with him giving my snatch a `` hand-fucking, '' or, by god, even an `` arm- ass. ``

In a few moments, Irene had a massive orgasm, and she shuddered as she felt the boy 's knuckles rub firmly against her `` G '' spot one, final time, and her creamy discharge flooding her insides, seeping from her. As she finally released her vaginal muscles'grip on his arm, she removed it from her. There was a large `` whooshing '' dissonance as his arm withdrew from her cavity, and her cum flowed even heavier, in mammoth 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 instruction, could not comprehend, or joint what he had just experienced with his grandma. But in his juvenile way, he was, and remained, completely aroused.

Irene sensed this, and had already known that it would probably charter a few years of stay on program line, explanation and their being together intimately, before she and Boris could fully settle-in as `` buff. '' She also know that she had to ensure that she did n't cut through too a lot too soon, and confuse his young mind.

Irene took her grandson 's handwriting which was still dripping with her juices, and rubbed it all along her tits and mammilla. `` Mmmmm, this smell safe, too, sister. You and Grandma have three hale calendar week together. Grandma has a lot to indicate you, verbalise to you about, and share with you. And it will all be just between you and me, Boris, and nanna will cover that, too. '' She continued, `` Did you enjoy what we just did, Boris ? Did you like feeling grandmother and having her feel you ? ``

'' Oh, yeah, grannie, 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 back talk, which opened, receiving her like a baby bird being fed by his mother. As with the balance of her intimate organs, prodigious for one as petite as Irene, she also had been given an exceptionally retentive and carnal spit .