Granny Bang Part VII

Part VII – What happened after

After that first time, I went over to Gramma’s house at least twice every week for “tea.” Sometimes I would stay only an hour, sometimes it would be three hours, but she expected me to fuck her hard for all the time I was in the house, and I did my best to please her. I think I did please her because I could tell whenever she had her own cum, and she was having a lot of cums whenever I was there fucking her. Every time.

Sometimes I fucked her ass, and sometimes I made her fuck herself in the ass with that big toy while I watched. I’m not sure which way I like it better, so we did both most times. I would just get so hot watching her fuck her own ass that I would just have to fuck that ass myself. And she always moaned deep and smiled big when I did that.

I found out that she had other sexy clothes, too. She took off her housecoat as soon as the door was closed after that first time, so I could see what she had put on. Sometimes, she would have nothing at all on under her housecoat. The first time that happened I was so turned on by her naked tits, pussy, legs, and ass that I pushed her down and fucked her right in the front hall, on the little rug, pounding my cock into her naked pussy so hard and fast that we both came really soon. She liked that so much that she had me lick her pussy to get my cum out of it when we were done. THAT was so sexy that I got hard again right then.

But I liked it best when she was wearing her “sex clothes” for me. She had little bras of many colors that pushed her breasts up and left her nipples showing for me to suck on or pull and twist with my fingers.

She had many colors of stockings and as many different garter belts to hold them up. And she never forgot to shave her pussy, so it was always there for me to see, no matter what she was wearing.

Yes, I was having a pretty great time for myself with Gramma, and I think it might have gone on that way for years if I hadn’t gotten drunk with my cousin Ron one night.

I’d been fucking Gramma for about 6 months by then, and I didn’t really want to see Becca or any other girls during that time. Fucking with Gramma used up all my strength, and also I just didn’t think it would be so sexy to fuck someone else. I mean, I really liked fucking someone that was “forbidden” and sex with a regular girl didn’t have the same kind of zing to it.

So, like I said, I got drunk with my cousin Ron, my mother’s sister’s son, one night, and I suddenly just wanted to tell someone about how great it was with Gramma. I guess I wanted to brag and to make him shocked at the same time.

“You getting laid much?” I asked him, all innocent.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” he said. “I got a girlfriend named Joy who really likes sex, so we go out about 3 times a week. She makes me cum really fast and hard, every time, and she says I make her cum, too. I’m saving up so that I can get my own place and then she can come there every night!” He seemed pretty proud of himself, and he was a couple years older than me, so my thinking was that I would let him know that he wasn’t getting as good sex as I was.

“Well,” I said, “I’ve been fucking pretty regular, too. Yeah, about 3 times a week. And she likes to do it for a couple hours every time. She sure is good at keeping me hard. I haven’t looked at another woman since I started fucking her.”

“Is this Becca you’re talking about?” Ron wanted to know. I could see that he thought I was just bragging, ’cause he’d never had fucking that went on more than half an hour, the same as I was before I had my first time with Gramma.

“No, not Becca.” I said.

“Who?” he wanted to know.

“Well, I don’t think I should tell,” I said, knowing all the time that I was going to tell him, but I was going to make him beg me to tell him first.

“Yes, it’s great fucking” I went on, “and I especially like fucking her up the ass. I make her do that every time. I even fuck her ass and her pussy with toys at the same time, before I fuck her myself. That gets her really hot.”

“Who is it? I gotta know!” he demanded. I just smiled. For the next 20 minutes he kept asking and asking and I just smiled and smiled. But, finally, I couldn’t keep the secret any more.

“I get to fuck Gramma,” I said, proudly. “And she says I fuck her just as good as Grandpa ever did. She cums and cums every time, no matter how I fuck her, so I must be pretty good!”

I thought Ron was going to faint, he looked so shocked. “Gramma?” he kept saying, “Our Gramma?” Over and over again, as if the idea was totally impossible.

“Yeah, our Gramma. And, like I said, she’s so hot I haven’t looked at another woman since I started fucking her. She’s hotter than a pistol and she has lots of sexy clothes she wears, just to make me hard. She even shaves the hair off her pussy when she knows I’m coming to see her, ’cause she knows I love to see her naked pussy, and her big old clit sticking out when she get excited.”

Ron was quiet for a long time after that. Long enough for us both to finish our beers and open two more. I was beginning to think that it had been a really bad idea to tell him, and wish that I’d kept my stupid mouth shut. I mean, Gramma didn’t say I couldn’t tell anyone, but I didn’t think she wanted me to tell just anyone. And I only told ’cause I wanted to make Ron feel jealous, which was dumb. So I was pretty surprised by what he had to say next.

“It isn’t fair just you getting to fuck Gramma,” he said, a bit angry. “I’m her grandson, too, and I’m older than you. I should get to fuck her.”

“Well, I don’t know . . . ” was all I could say.

“Well, I do know, and you’re going to take me with you the next time you go to her house. We’ll both fuck her!”

“She might not . . .” I started to say, but he interrupted me.

“I don’t care what she might or might not want. She wants fucking. Well, with two men she can have even more fucking. And that is that, cousin. If you don’t take me with you, I’ll tell your mother that you raped Gramma, and won’t you be sorry then!”

Well, I could see that I had put myself in an impossible situation. If I took Ron with me to Gramma, he would be getting some of the fucking I was used to getting all of. And if I didn’t, I’d be in real trouble. Mom might even call the cops if she thought I really raped Gramma!