Still Frisky
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Frisky Granny

I didn't feel guilty about fucking Luke.

It didn't feel guilty that he was the step-son of my own son. Or that I'd seduced him only hours after spying on him and his high school sweetheart while she played with his massive cock.

After it happened, there was a moment when I thought I'd feel guilty. He was only 18 and I was in my fifties. I'd known Luke since he was a baby. At the very least, I should have felt guilty for corrupting the boy and maybe ruining him for life by taking his virginity.

Instead, I teased him with the promise of more.

"You up for practicing doggie-style?" I asked with a wink.

And then I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. I felt more satisfied than I had in years.

I don't know how long it took Luke to get to sleep, but it eventually happened. He was still in bed next to me when I woke the next morning. He was completely naked and the sheets were tented over his hard cock.

I gently pulled the covers down. I couldn't help myself. His huge dick was just as impressive as when I'd first seen it the day before. I'd been spying on him and his teenage girlfriend without either of them knowing.

I toyed with the idea of waking him with some head. But I didn't give in to temptation. His parents and his girlfriend were in the same beach house with us and I couldn't imagine the fallout if either of them caught us. What we had done wasn't criminal, but it was certainly morally wrong.

I went to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I brushed my teeth and admired my own body in the mirror. The soft fabric of my little yellow nightie draped nicely over my big tits.

Despite my age, I knew that any man would be turned on by my body. I was blessed with great curves. And years of daily yoga had kept my body tight and fit.

I cupped my own titties. I felt my nipples grow hard as I circled them with my thumbs. I was instantly horny.

I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up. I replayed the previous night in my head. I couldn't wait to get in the steamy shower and pleasure myself. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I never heard the door open.

I jumped when I felt Luke's arms slide around my waist. He pressed his rigid cock against my ass.

"Luke," I started to say. "We shouldn't..."

"My parents are already gone and Bree is sound asleep. I locked the bedroom door and the bathroom. Nobody is going to catch us."

Bree was his girlfriend. She had spent the night downstairs at the lake house his parents had rented for the week.

"That's fine," I said. "But what we did last night was wrong. It was a one-time thing."

The words sounded good. Part of me wanted it to be a one-time experience. It felt like the right thing to say.

"It's already done," he said. "It can't be more wrong to do it again. I want to shower with you. And then I want to fuck you like a dog. I've been dreaming of this for a long time."

"You have?" I asked.

That was interesting to me. And flattering. How long had he fantasized about fucking me?

He started fondling my tits. He slid his fingers beneath the straps of my gown and slid it of my shoulder. It easily slipped to the floor.

The tentative boy from the night before was gone. He was replaced by a man who knew what he want and seemed willing to take it.

I didn't resist when he kissed me. I helped him out of his shirt and shorts. I found his big cock with my hands and started stroking it as he pushed me toward the shower. We stepped beneath the water and kissed again. Then Luke took the soap and started lathering my big tits.

"I have an idea," I said as I dropped to the floor. I pull his cock to my lips.

"No," he protested. "I want to fuck."

I told him to relax and swirled my tongue around the tip of his prick. Then I brought it between my titties. I pushed them together and formed a groove. I twisted each of my nipples and moaned. And then I bounced my tits up and down his massive shaft.

Luke groaned loudly. He seemed ready to spurt. A moment later he snapped out of it and pulled me to my feet. He spun me around against the back wall of the shower.

"You want this cock?" he demanded.

I was struck my his forcefulness. I nodded.

He ran his fingers over my furry cunt.

"You want my cock right in here?" he asked. "You want it in this pussy?"

I whimpered and nodded.

He started rubbing my clit. I moaned loudly. He slapped my ass with his thick dick. And then he put it in me.

I leaned against the wall getting fucked by an 18 year old stud. I was crying out almost immediately.

"Blast my pussy! Blast it just like that!" I cried out.

He kept asking me if I liked it.

"You like the way I fuck your pussy?" he asked.

It sounded like cheap dialog from an adult movie, but I loved it.

"I love your big cock!" I blurted. "I love your big cock blasting me!"

He squeezed my tit and pulled my hair.

"Yes! Fuck me hard! Blast my pussy! Fuck me like a man, Luke!"

I rubbed my clit feverishly under I felt my pussy contract. I came hard on his big cock.

"On the floor," I panted when it was over. "Finish me on the floor!"

I threw a towel on the bathroom floor. The room was filled with hot steam. I got down on my hands and knees while Luke fucked me like a dog. He slapped my ass as he drove into me.

I rubbed my clit again. I don't know who came first. Luke groaned loudly as I started to climax again. And then I felt his hot load inside me. He pulled out and creamed on my ass cheeks.

When it was over we both lay panting on the bathroom floor.

"Why don't you leave so I can take a real shower," I finally said. "But maybe later we can 69?"

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As I said before, I didn't feel guilt at all about fucking him.

I did feel guilty when I realized that his girlfriend had found out.

After my shower, I put on a conservative one-piece swimsuit and a cover up. My son and his wife were already gone for the day and I knew that Luke had plans with Bree, his girlfriend.

But when I came downstairs I found him pouting on the couch. Bree had apparently woken up and left without saying anything. He'd tried to text her to make plans for the day, but she said she was spending it with her own family.

I thought it was strange and he was obviously confused. I was immediately suspicious that maybe she had overheard us. But I thought I was just being paranoid.

"I'm going down to the beach," I said and asked if he wanted to join me. But he declined the invitation and said he was going to hang around to see if Bree invited him over.

I spent an uneventful day alone in the sun with a book. When I got back, Luke was still at the house. He was pouting now. Apparently his girlfriend had told him she wasn't feeling well. He'd spent the day alone.

Luke continued to sulk all evening, even after his parents got in. I went to bed that night with the secret hope that he might creep up to my room and give me an opportunity to cheer him up, but it didn't happen. I knew if I went to his room that I'd be able to seduce him, but that seemed wrong somehow. It would be better for him to come back to me.

The next day his girlfriend sent a text to tell him she still wasn't feeling well. Luke offered to bring her medicine or keep her company, but she declined.

At that point, I was almost certain that she must know something. The two of them had been inseparable for months, and suddenly she wouldn't even talk to him and barely replied to his text messages. I knew I had to go by and investigate.

I showered alone. I secretly hoped that Luke might join me, but it didn't happen. I put on a navy summer dress with white polka dots and buttons down the front. I pushed my hair back with a white headband. The dress did little too conceal my cleavage, but aside from that I looked like an innocent grandmother. Or at least an innocent mom—there's no way a stranger would guess I had a grown grandson.

I stopped by a local sandwich shop on my way and picked up some soup for Bree. If she really was sick, it would be a nice gesture.

I walked along the lake to the house where Bree was staying with her family. I tried to imagine when she might have caught on to us. It had to be the shower. She must have come upstairs and heard us. I didn't know how the conversation would go with her. Part of me was still hoping that it was just my paranoid mind. I thought maybe she just wasn't feeling well. But when I approached the back deck, I realized right away that Bree hadn't been staying away due to illness. She was obviously otherwise occupied. And what I saw was enough to stop me in my tracks.

Bree was on the deck dressed in a cream colored blouse and blue skirt. The blouse was open enough to show her lavender bra. Next to her was a tall, slender brunette with punkish brown hair in a school girl skirt and combat boots and nothing else. I watched as Bree sucked on the girl's nipple. At the same time, the girl pushed up Bree's blue skirt and started fingering her pussy.

"Oh my!" I exclaimed.

Both girls jumped.

The brunette quickly pulled away and grabbed a nearby t-shirt. She pulled it on quickly. The thin garment did nothing to hide her erect, brown nipples.

"What are doing here?" Bree demanded. "I...I heard you were sick and I thought I'd drop by with some homemade soup and juice. I...I don't know what to say."

"Do you want me to stay?" the brunette asked.

"No, you can go," Bree said.

The girl asked Bree if she was sure before grabbing a bikini top off the deck and heading towards me. I glared at her.

"Whore," she muttered under her breath.

I ignored her.

"What was that?" I demanded of Bree. "You have a boyfriend, Bree. What are you doing? What would Luke think! You'd crush him. Did she just call me a whore? I'm not the one half naked or getting fingered on a deck!"

"No," she said snidely. "You're the one yelling ‘blast my pussy' on the bathroom floor."

I froze. Obviously, my worst fear was confirmed. She'd heard me in the bathroom fucking her boyfriend.

"What?" I said.

"You heard me," she responded. "And I heard you."

"Bree," I stammered. "I think you might be confused about what you heard. There must be a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?" she shouted. "I'm not fucking stupid, Freddie. I know what I heard. And that was my boyfriend—the boy you practically raised—saying he wanted to ‘fuck you like a dog' and then you moaning like a whore while you had sex with someone who isn't even half your age! Someone who I thought was in an exclusive relationship with me!"

I didn't try to argue again. I stood there with my head down a moment before finally suggesting we go inside to continue the discussion.

"There is nothing I can say to justify it," I said when we were both inside. "It definitely wasn't planned. It just happened."

"How many times did it just happen?" Bree demanded. "How long have you two been fucking and snickering behind my back?"

"Nobody is snickering," I answered. "And it only started two nights ago. When we were sharing a bed. I promise there was nothing going on before that. Not even a hint of it. It really did just happen. Honestly, we were talking about you. And how insecure he was about sex. And he wanted to be good his first time with you. I know that's no excuse. It doesn't make it right. But that's what happened."

"So you were fucking the night I slept there?" she said. "And again the next morning? And when else?"

"That's it," I responded. "He's been feeling down about you not being around. And I don't think anything would have happened again anyway. I don't think I would have allowed it even if he tried."

"I don't know," she said sarcastically. "Maybe you should give him a pity fuck. He certainly won't ever sleep with me now."

"Don't say that!" I protested. "He loves you. It would crush him if you ended things. Blame me. Don't blame Luke."

"Because you forced him to do it?" she said. "I told you I'm not stupid. He's not an innocent victim. He cheated on me. With his GRANNY! You can tell him to go to hell. I don't even want to see him again. It's done."

My motherly instinct took over and I just wanted to comfort her. I slid closer on the sofa and put a hand on her shoulder. Bree angrily brushed it aside.

"It doesn't look like you're so innocent either," I protested. "That girl had her hand up your skirt. You were moaning. I heard you."

"That never happened when I was with Luke!" Bree said. "It's over now. So who cares?"

"He'll be crushed," I said again.

"Because I decided to move on and have my own fun?"

"Because he loves you," I answered. "It will hurt him to think of you with anyone else."

"Well, it hurt me, too," she said.

"I won't tell him what I saw," I said after a moment. "You can, but I won't."

"Then I guess I will," she said. "Maybe I'll tell him I fucked you, too. See how he feels about that."

I laughed sarcastically.

"That actually might go over better," I said. "I could probably rationalize that with him. Tell him it's no worse than what he did."

"That's fucked up," she responded.

I shrugged. She was right, of course. But he was an 18 year old boy. I doubted he would be completely offended by the thought of his girlfriend with another woman.

"Yeah," I said. "But it's probably true."

"You're a horny old bitch," she said. "I think you just like the idea of it. It probably gets you off. Maybe even fulfills some lifelong fantasy of being with a girl."

"I've been with plenty of girls," I said with a laugh. "It's been 30 years, but I'm sure that not much has changed. I don't have many unrealized fantasies. I was wild in the seventies. Wilder than you've ever even imagined."

It was true. In my youth, before my son was born, I'd experimented a lot with women and men.

"Oh, so now you want to teach me something, too, Freddie? Help me out like you did Luke?"

"No," I said. "Right now I just think you're a bit of a asshole and a child. It makes you ugly."

It was her turn to laugh sarcastically. I knew everything that had happened was wrong and I was to blame. Still, she made me angry. I nodded at her open blouse.

"Why don't you button your blouse, Bree. Your tits are hanging out."

She looked surprised. She'd obviously forgotten about it. But she quickly tried to hide the confusion with another verbal assault.

"What's a matter, Freddie? Does it make you jealous? Younger and firmer than yours?"

I just shook my head.

"I'm not jealous. You're beautiful. But I'm ok with this body. You'd be lucky to have it at my age."

We both sat quietly fuming.

"What did he need help with?" she finally asked.

"It's not important," I responded.

"I want to know," she said. "I deserve that."

"Do you really want to know?" I asked. "It won't make you feel better."

Bree insisted.

"Tell me what happened," she said. "Tell me what you did."

"He was obviously restless when he came to bed. I pressed him and he confessed you were fooling around. He said he was touching your breasts. He didn't seem confident about knowing what he was doing."

"That's an understatement," she said.

"So he wanted to know what to do," I responded. "I showed him."

"What did you show him? How?"

"He touched me. And I told him what he was doing wrong."

"Show me," she said.

I gave her a quizzical look. Things were proceeding in a strange direction. Then I figured I would do anything to put her at ease and possibly save Luke's relationship. I wanted to undo the damage I had done. I offered my hand.

"Show me how he touched you," she said.

She obviously wanted all the dirty details. I took her hand and brought it to my tits.

"Like that? Really?" she questioned disbelievingly.

I clasped my hand over hers and guided it the same way I had guided Luke. She cupped my breast. Her hand lingered there. It was a strange feeling. I was slightly aroused.

The physical resemblance between the two of us was substantial. Enough to make me realize that maybe Luke had been fantasizing about me for years. Bree was thinner and obviously younger, but she had the same full figure, fair skin, and auburn hair. She even preferred vintage clothing, so our styles were very similar.

"And then?" she asked.

"And then I asked him what you do to him. If you touch him. And he told me you jack him off."

"And then?" she asked again.

"And then I got horny," I confessed. "It had been a long time. And I decided to started jerking his cock and asking him if that's the way you do it."

"Keep going," she said. Her voice was huskier than normal.

"I started talking about you. I asked him if you like touching his big cock. I started talking very dirty about the two of you and asking if he liked it. I knew it was wrong. I knew I'd gone beyond helping him. But I kept tugging him off. And thinking about you doing it."

Bree's breathing was getting faster. Something about hearing the voyeuristic details was turning her on. Probably in the same way I'd found myself aroused when watching the two of them.

"And then we kissed. It was clumsy," I said. "I slowed him down. Coached him to be more sensual."

My own voice had dropped an octave. My nipple was getting hard beneath Bree's hand. She had started rubbing it. The same way her boyfriend had. But with a more delicate, sophisticated touch.

"And then I told him to take off his clothes," I continued. "I told him to take off his clothes and then I sucked his cock. He said he'd never had a blow job. And I sucked him until he came in my mouth."

My pulse was rising. Bree looked flushed.

"Show me how you kissed him," she said.

"Are you kidding?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Are you cooking up some weird plan to get back at him? Do you think this is some kind of revenge? And that I'm going to help you?" I asked.

"You said he wouldn't mind," she said. She was using my own words against me.

"I said that it would go over better than me telling him you had a secret girlfriend."

"Just shut up," she said.

My temper flashed.

Bree came at me and pushed her lips to mine. I didn't resist. Her tongue slid into my mouth. I kissed her back. She was playing the role of Luke, but she wasn't clumsy and out-of-control in the way he was. We kissed for several moments. My mind was telling me to stop, but I didn't. I wrapped my arms around her. I cupped her ass. It had been a long time since I'd been with a woman. Suddenly I felt like I'd been missing something.

She asked what happened next.

"I told him it was wrong for him to be satisfied and not help his partner out. I told him you'd be disappointed if that happened. I told him he'd have to get you off to keep you happy. And I taught him how to eat a woman out."

"Do you think you know how to do that?" she asked. "It's been a long time."

"I have a pussy, Bree," I said.

"So do I," she responded. "You want to show me."

"This is really fucked up," I said. I made a half-hearted move to get up, but she pushed me back down.

"This is really fucked up," I said again.

"Is that what you told my boyfriend when you fucked him?" she asked. "Your grandson? Is that what you told him while you sucked his cock?"

I pushed her away angrily. I was ready to storm out. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I nearly tackled her on the sofa.

"You're an arrogant little cunt," I snarled. "I can't believe I never saw that before. You're jealous and insecure and clueless."

I slid my hand up her smooth leg. I pushed her panties aside and trailed my fingers over her hairless pussy.

"I taught your boyfriend how to eat me out. And then I taught him to fuck a woman. And it happened because you've been stringing him along for months and were too scared to do it yourself. And now you're just mad at yourself for being so foolish."

I plunged two fingers inside her.

"And he's a machine," I said. "He fucked me harder than anyone in years with that monster cock."

I started fucking her hard. I relentlessly pounded her tight little pussy. I kissed her roughly.

"This is how it felt," I said. "Except he's SO much bigger than my fingers."

"He blasted my pussy," I said. "He fucked me and came inside me. And then we fucked again the next morning on the bathroom floor."

Bree started whimpering with delight.

"Oh, Freddie," she cried out. "Oh, fuck me good."

She came hard. She cried out loud. And then she was overwhelmed with emotion. It looked like the gravity of the situation would hit her. Instantly, I went back to mother-mode again.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I got carried away."

"Don't be sorry," she said. "I feel so messed up right now. It felt good. Just make me feel good, please. That's all I want."

I knew we should stop. We'd crossed into a bizarre realm. I should have consoled her and left.

"Where's your bedroom?" I asked.

We moved to my bedroom. She shut and locked the door.

It suddenly became awkward. The two of us just paused. It was like looking in a mirror at a younger version of myself. I was almost jealous of her tiny waste. But proud of my muscular body—toned from years of yoga.

"How do you want to do this?" she asked.

Again, I had the opportunity to leave. I could have ended things politely. Or I could have just been a shoulder for her to cry on.

Instead, I unbuttoned my dress. It slid to the floor and I stood in front of her in my pale blue slip. I approached Bree and kissed her. I started opening the buttons on her blouse. I unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor.

She stood before me in her lavender bra and panties.

"I've never been with a woman built like me," I said. "They all had smaller breasts."

"Neither have I," she said.

I wondered just how much experience Bree had with women, but now wasn't the time to ask. Bree reached for me and pulled me close. I cupped her ass and kissed her. Our tongues me. Her hands ran up my torso and rubbed my titties.

Bree helped me out of my slip.

"I want to see them," she said.

I pulled down my bra straps and then the cups. My heavy breasts spilled out. She gazed at them for a second. Then she took a nipple between her soft lips.

"Show me yours," I said.

Bree unclasped her bra and removed it. I fondled her tits as she sucked on mine. Her hands cups my ass and slid my little blue panties down.

I pushed Bree's panties aside and rubbed her smooth pussy.

She guided me to the bed and pushed me down. She ran her fingers through my thick bush and slid two inside me. Her thumb circled my clit.

I started moaning and squirming. I put my fingers in her twat and kissed her titties.

"Yes!" I moaned. "Yes. Blast my pussy. HARDER! Blast my pussy!"

She fucked me hard. At the same time, I slowly slid in and out of her cunt. We both moaned. Our voices kept rising and getting louder.

"Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I cried out.

I stopped fucking her and let my orgasm take me. When it was over I rolled Bree onto her back and took control again. I fingered her to the brink of orgasm. She called out my name and pleaded with me not to stop. I teased her. Then I slammed my fingers in faster while Bree diddled her own clit. She shuddered as she came.

"You want more?" she asked.

I nodded.

"You want me to eat that pussy?" she asked.

Of course I did. I just nodded again.

I spread my legs. Bree straddled my neck and pushed her beaver toward my face. She leaned forward and buried her face in my cunt. We both licked and teased one another. She finger-fucked me as I feasted on her pussy. I teased and sucked her clit. I put my fingers back inside her.

"Do you like this?" Bree asked.

"Yes," I groaned.

"Do you like this better than Luke's big cock?"

I hesitated for just a second.

"Yes," I finally blurted out. At that moment, it was true. Bree didn't have a cock, but she knew exactly how to please me.

She buried her face back in my muff. At the same time, she rubbed her pussy against my face. I started shaking and moaning and begging to cum.

My second orgasm was even louder than the first. I kept finger-banging Bree as I climaxed. I slid a thumb into her asshole and she cried out with surprise and delight. She came hard on my face.

When it was over we laid between the sheets kissing one another.

"That was amazing," I said. "I didn't ever think I'd do that again."

"I never thought I'd do it with you," she responded. "Though I've spent plenty of time admiring your body."

We were both quiet for a minute.

"I'll talk to Luke today," she said.

"Really?" I asked.

She agreed to do it with one stipulation.

"I want you to make me cum one more time," she said.

"Well, if I must, I must," I said with a wink.

And then Bree spread her legs so I could go down on her again.

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Bree made me promise not to tell Luke a thing. It was an easy promise to keep. I wanted no part of that conversation.

She texted him later and said that he should come by. I had no idea how she planned to handle things. I sat on pins and needles waiting for him to get home so I could see his reaction. When he came in, it was late and his parents had already gone to bed.

Luke was smiling from ear to ear. I knew right away that they had made up—and that things had likely gone a lot farther than that. I didn't ask for details and told him I was tired and going to bed. I was relieved that things were okay between Luke and his girlfriend, but also a little disappointed that it likely meant the end to our little tryst.

I changed into a ice blue nightie with spaghetti straps and slid into bed with my reading light on. I flipped through a magazine, hoping to make myself drowsy. Only a few moments had passed when I heard a quiet knock on my door. The door opened a crack and Luke poked his head in.

"Can I come in to talk?" he asked quietly.

I told him it was OK. I assumed he was coming to tell me that things were good with his girlfriend and he regretted what had happened. But I was wrong. Instead, he was eager to tell me everything that had gone on between him and Bree. It was like a mix of a boy bragging about his report card to his grandmother and one bragging to his best friend about getting laid.

"Everything you taught me worked, Granny!"

Hearing him call me that made me wince. Of course he'd said it before. But he also called me by my name. And after our sexual encounters I thought that would be more appropriate.

"Can I tell you about it?" he asked. "I know it's a little weird. But I think after everything—after the way you helped me—that you'd want to know."

I told him it was OK and patted the edge of my bed.

He came over and sat down. He had on a t-shirt and swim trunks. His body smelled of sweat and sex.

"I don't know what got into her," Luke started. "We were swimming and she flashed me. Just her titties. And the next thing I know she was jacking me off on the shore."

Luke unconsciously rubbed his shorts and he told me the tale. His eyes were huge with excitement. And his cock was rapidly growing.

"And then she asked if she could suck it," he continued. "She sucked it until I was about to cum. Then she let me spurt all over her tits."

I was jealous and excited at the same time. I slipped a hand beneath the covers and pulled my nightie up. I rubbed my pussy gently through my damp panties. Luke continued to rub himself.

"And then I did what you said," he said. "I offered to take care of her. I ate her pussy just like you taught me. I licked it and fingered it until she came!"

I pictured beautiful Bree sprawled out on some beach with Luke's head between her thighs. I remembered what it had been like to lick her slit. I instantly recalled her taste and the sounds she made.

I curled a finger inside the gusset of my panties and rubbed my swollen clit. I took my other hand and laid it over Luke's as he stroked his cock. He was lost in his memories and didn't even seem to notice.

"And then what happened, baby?" I asked.

I gave his cock a little squeeze.

"And then I fucked her," he said. "I fucked her missionary and then I fucked her doggie."

"And did she cum?" I asked.

"Yeah, Freddie. I did a good job. She came more than once."

"Good boy," I said.

I sat up and pushed my tits into his back. I knew he'd be able to feel my hard nipples through his t-shirt and my thin nylon gown. I slid a hand into his short and felt his rigid cock.

"You've done good," I said. "You didn't let me down. You deserve a reward."

We kissed one another passionately. Luke was a little tentative as I helped him out of his shirt.

"I don't know," he said. "Now it feels wrong."

"It's been wrong all along," I said. "And it hasn't stopped you."

We kissed again. I slid the straps of my gown off. It fell down so Luke could see my big titties. He fondled them without thinking about it.

"I don't know if we should," he stammered again.

"Luke," I said forcefully. "Do you want to fuck me?"

He nodded.

"Then shut the hell up and take me like a man," I said.

Luke didn't need more encouragement. He pounced on me. He pinned my hands over my head and held my tiny wrists with one of his large hands. With the other, he pushed the sheets aside and lifted my gown. He tugged his shorts down just enough to free his gargantuan cock. And then he pushed my panties aside. He guided the head of his cock to my wet slit and plunged inside.

Immediately the bed started creaking. He released my hand so he could use both of his arms for leverage. It wasn't the slow, tentative exploration of the night before. It wasn't even the need he'd shown when he fucked me like a dog on the bathroom floor. This was like being fucked by a grown man who knew exactly what he wanted.

I gently bit into his shoulder to keep from crying out. I wondered if his parents downstairs could hear us. The thought thrilled me. They would just assume I'd met someone at the beach. They would never suspect their son was upstairs fucking his granny.

My tits bounced wildly as Luke pounded my aching pussy. He grunted and groaned like an animal. Sweat was starting to cover his muscular torso. My whole body was quivering. I couldn't believe how deep his giant cock felt inside me.

"You like this, Freddie?" he demanded. "You like the way I fuck you?"

I clenched my hand on his tight ass and pulled him even deeper.

"Yes, baby," I panted. "Blast me. Blast my pussy with that huge cock!"

I arched my back. I was so close to cumming and I wanted him even deeper inside me. I started to whimper.

Luke pounded harder. His sweat dripped all over my body. His taut body glistened in the lamp light. I tossed my head back and climaxed. Luke kept fucking me as I came. Then he pulled out and started tugging on his thick shaft. I wrapped a hand around the head to help him.

"Oh, Freddie!" he grunted.

And then he shot his hot load all over my thighs and belly. I cleaned it off with my finger tips and licked up his load.

When it was over, there was no sign of the shy boy whose virginity I'd taken a few days earlier. He was beaming with confidence. We laid quietly for a while on our backs.

"I better go," he finally said.

I agreed. Luke dressed and slipped out. And I fell asleep wondering how many more times we would fuck.

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I woke up depressed the next morning. I know it doesn't make a good person. And it certainly doesn't make me a good grandmother. I should have been happy that my grandson's relationship was saved. But instead I was envious. I wanted more of Luke to myself. I wanted to feel his firm, toned naked body pressed against me while his thick elephant cock slid in and out of my tight pussy.

It's not that I wanted him to break up with Bree. I would have been perfectly content with the two of them together. Just as long as he kept fucking me on the side. At least until I got it out of system and found a young stud of my own.

But I couldn't imagine that happening. Either his guilty conscience would get in the way, or he'd just lose interest in his granny now that he had access to a young, smooth teenager like himself.

It took a long time to drag myself out of bed that morning. I eventually got up and showered. I dressed in a light blue skirt and a sleeveless white collared button down. I tied my hair back with a white scarf.

I went downstairs expecting to have the house to myself. Much to my surprise, I found Luke and Bree sitting on the couch.

I'd fucked both of them in the past 24 hours, but I didn't know if either of them had confessed that to each other yet. Bree had caught me in the act with Luke, but he didn't know that. So the situation was a little awkward. I had to pretend I was innocent.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Not much," Luke responded. "My parents are out for the day. They said they won't be back until late."

"And what are you guys up do today?" I asked.

"We were actually just waiting for you," Bree responded. "To see if you wanted to do something today. I know you haven't gotten to spend all the time you wanted with Luke since we got here."

Bree flashed a mischievous grin at me. She knew exactly how I'd been spending time with my grandson.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked. "Beach day? Go into the village and window shop?"

"That's not really what we were thinking," Bree said.

She was still flashing that naughty smile. She sat on the couch with her legs crossed and her fingers twirling in her pretty auburn hair. She was dressed in a so-tacky-it's-cool retro styled dress with a bold leopard print. It had big black buttons down the front and a thick glossy black belt. The dress clung to her hourglass figure.

Luke was avoiding eye contact. He looked a little nervous and a little embarrassed. He was dressed, typically, in a shirt and athletic shorts.

"What were you thinking?" I asked puzzled. I didn't know where this was going.

"Well, Luke confessed a little secret to me today," she said with a wink.

"What's that?" I said.

Bree knew that Luke and I had fucked. And I knew that Bree knew. But Luke didn't. I guess his conscience had caused him to confess. But I wondered if he knew that I'd also fucked his girlfriend?

"Well," Bree said, "I asked him how he got so good at fucking me. And he said he learned it from you. That you had graciously offered to teach him how to please a woman."

Bree was smiling from ear-to-ear. She was glowing with confidence. I barely recognized her as the shy girl who'd been dating Luke for almost a year.

Luke was still avoiding eye contact. He was staring at the floor. It was obvious he didn't know how the situation was going to play out. But he was definitely interested. The quickly rising tent in his pants made that obvious.

"So I was thinking," Bree continued, "that since we have the whole house to our self, then maybe you could teach us both a few lessons. We're both so young and innocent. And we have a lot to learn," she added coyly.

I knew I should stop things. I'd already crossed so many lines that I never intended up crossing. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't instantly aroused. When Luke finally met my eyes for the first time, I could see he was nervous, but still filled with lust.

"For example," Bree said. "Blow jobs. I'm sure you can give me some pointers."

She slid closer to Luke on the sofa. I watched her hook her fingers in the elastic waist of his shorts and pull them down past his huge swollen cock. Bree leaned forward tentatively. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. Then she opened wide and put her lips over the head. She bobbed up and down slowly. Luke groaned with delight. She pulled off.

"Wanna help?" she asked.

There was no shot I was resisting the offer.

I had no doubt the little minx knew exactly how to suck him off, but there was no harm in playing her game.

I dropped to my knees in front of Luke. From that angle, his cock looked impossible huge.

"Well, first off," I said. "Men are very visual. It doesn't hurt to stimulate that a little."

I quickly open the top few buttons on my blouse. Luke's eyes fell on my power blue bra and creamy white cleavage. I wrapped both hands around his thick dick. Then I leaned forward and started bobbing up and down.

"They like it when you look at them," I said.

I kept my eyes up and locked on Luke's as I went back to work on his cock. He moaned with pleasure.

"Get down here," I told Bree. "You try. From the floor."

She got on her knees next to me and I slid aside. She imitated me, keeping her eyes up on Luke's face as she slid her plump lips up and down his pole.

"Don't forget to give him something to look at," I said.

I slid behind Bree on the floor and wrapped my arms around her large chest. I opened the top button on her dress. Her big, perky tits peaked out.

I opened a second button to expose the black lace trim of her bra. The cups were satin with a wild animal print similar to her dress. Luke's eyes darted from her cleavage to mine. Bree worked faster on his cock.

Bree's hair was pulled up similar to mine. The only difference was it was tied back in a black scarf instead of a white one. Her long neck was exposed.

"Remember, they like all kinds of sights," I said. "For example..."

I wrapped my arms around Bree's slender waist. I put my lips to her bare neck and started delicately kissing her.

Luke groaned like an animal being tortured. Bree pulled her lips from his cock and turned to me. I kissed her full red lips.

"Don't forget about Luke," I said. "It can't all my visual stimulation."

I cupped my hand over her. Together, we both tugged his cock as we kissed again. When we parted, I took Luke's cock in my mouth and sucked it. I pulled away and let Bree take over again.

I felt like we were staring in our own porno film. I'd done decadent things in the past, but it was all in the seventies when I was wild and so was everyone else. What we were doing was surreal. I was on the floor of the living in broad daylight taking turns sucking off my 18 year old step-grandson along with his 18 year old girlfriend. And the two of us could looked so much alike we could have been relatives!

I started jacking Luke's cock while Bree sucked on the head. The boy moaned loudly and begged us not to stop.

Bree opened her dress down to the waist. With my teeth, I pulled down the right cup of her bra and took her firm nipple between my lips. It was all Luke could stand. He cried out with pleasure as he erupted. His cock spasmed in my hand as he pumped his load down Bree's throat.

I pulled Bree into a tight embrace and kissed her lips. I could taste Luke's cum on her tongue. Our hands started roaming over each other's body.

Bree wrapped her arms around my head and brought it back to her exposed nipple. I sucked and teased it as she removed her belt and opened more buttons on her dress. She slid it off her shoulders. I reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her big, bouncy tits spilled out.

Luke watched on the couch with his mouth open as I sucked his girlfriend's big titties.

Bree pushed my head away and her fingers quickly opened my blouse. I took it off and tossed it aside. My blue bra followed. I grabbed her head and pulled her to my tits the same way she had done me. She licked my erect nipples as I ran my fingers through her hair.

"I forgot," I said. "We're supposed to be teaching Luke lessons. Are you paying attention, Luke?"

"Yes, Freddie," he said.

His cock was getting hard again.

"Do you see how I like my titties sucked?"

He nodded.

"Why don't we go upstairs and you can show me?"

We quickly moved to my bedroom. I stripped out of my skirt. Bree and I sat next to each other on the bed. Two buxom, auburn-haired women. I was wearing nothing but powder blue panties. Bree wore a leopard print satin thong with lacy black trim.

I brought Luke's mouth to my tits. He sucked my right nipple and then my left. He continued over to Bree. She moaned as he teased each of her tits gently.

"Use your hands," she instructed.

Luke cupped and played with her big tits as he teased her nipple.

"Now show me on your granny," she said.

He came back to me. He hefted my heavy titties in his hand and circled the nipples with his tongue.

"Why don't you show him how to finger me?" I asked Bree.

She nodded.

I slipped my panties off my firm ass and onto the floor. Luke sat inches away from my slit on the bedroom floor. Bree spread my lips wide and gently circle my clitoris with her index finger. I gasped when she pushed two fingers inside me.

"Yes," I moaned. "Like that. Fill me up."

Bree fucked me with two fingers. And then added a third.

"Lick it," I commanded Luke.

He started licking my clit while his girlfriend finger fucked me. I leaned back on the bed and played with my nipples. My breath came in rough gasps. My thighs started to quiver. I came hard. I called out Luke's name.

When it was over, Bree started kissing me. I helped her out of her panties.

"You did good, Luke," I said. "But let me show you how it's really done."

I kissed Bree a few more times. Our big titties rubbed together as we rolled around on the bed. When she was on her back, I slid down until my face was between her creamy thighs. I spread her pussy wide with my fingers and started to lick it.

"Get behind me, Luke. Get a good angle."

Luke knelt behind me on the bed. His hard cock was inches from my bare, wagging ass.

I wanted Bree to cum hard. I attacked her cunt with two fingers and my tongue. I nibble and played with her clit. I fucked her forcefully.

She moaned and writhed and begged me not to stop.

Luke was playing with his own dick.

"Don't waste that hard on," Bree told him. "Use it."

Luke tentatively grabbed my hips. He started rubbing his cock against my ass crack.

"Just put it in me already," I said impatiently.

I buried my face back in Bree. Her body started to quiver as I pounded her with my fingers.

At the same time, Luke buried his huge cock in me. I frantically tried to get Bree off so I could focus on what was happening to me. She gasped and moaned and cried out. Her big titties shook violently as her body shuddered and she came hard.

Luke was doing his best to get me off quick.

"Be patient," I heard Bree tell him. "Take your time."

But Luke wasn't listening. He slammed his big dick inside my hot cunt.

"Oh yes," I cried out. "Fill me up, baby. Fill my pussy."

He pulled my hips roughly. Every thrust buried him deep inside me. Our flesh slapped together loudly. I rested my face on Bree's sticky thigh. My tits swung wildly as he fucked me like a dog.

"Slow down," Bree urged again.

"I know how to fuck," Luke said angrily. "Don't I, Freddie? You like the way I fuck you, don't you? You like giving me that pussy, don't you?"

"Yes," I panted. "Yes, baby. Fill me up. Fuck me harder."

Luke grabbed my hair and roughly tugged on it. I could feel his swollen balls slapping against me.

I heard Luke grunt. Seconds later I felt his hot jizz spraying inside my pussy. Almost immediately I climaxed. I cried out loudly as he pumped his load up in me.

"Oh no," Bree pouted. "Now how are you going to fuck me?"

"I'll be able to," Luke said confidently. "Just give me a few minutes."

"But I have to wait on you to get hard," she said.

"Why don't you two make me hard," he suggested.

"How should we do that?" I asked.

"I want to see you 69," he said. "Make Freddie cum, Bree. While she makes you cum."

We both flashed him dirty grins. I didn't need extra encouragement to play with her again.

I laid next to Bree on the bed. We face each other and started to kiss. My hands roamed over her naked body. She sucked on my tits. Her hand slipped between my thighs and found my hot snatch.

I rolled on my back.

"Put your face there," I told her.

Bree straddled my neck. Her pussy hung inches from my lips. She leaned forward and started eating me out. At the same time, I fingered her hole.

We rocked gently back and forth together and we teased and pleased one another. Luke sat beside us stroking his semi-erect bone.

It didn't take long for me to cum again. Bree already knew exactly how I needed to be touched. I worked her into a frenzy and then slowed down to tease her. Then I worked her up again until she came on my lips.

She got me off a second time while I languidly lapped at her pussy juices.

Luke straddle my head as I came with his girlfriend's face in my pussy. He slapped his big dick against Bree's ass. Then he pushed it inside her.

His balls rested on my lips and I sucked them and trailed my tongue over the base of his dick as he gently slid it in and out of Bree's pussy.

"See," he said. "I can take my time. I can fuck you nice and slow. But is that really what you want?"

"No," I heard Bree whimper. It was obvious she wasn't used to his huge cock. "I want it hard. I want you to fuck me hard."

Luke pulled out and rolled Bree of me. She turned around and rested her head next to mine. He hovered above her. His taut muscles were glowing in the sunlight. I watched him drive his cock into her.

I couldn't stop touching my pussy as I watched the two beautiful teenagers fuck. Luke was like a machine. He pounded her relentlessly. I got off with my fingers at the same time he made Bree cum. And still he didn't stop. He fucked her harder. Her cries made my ears hurt. I sucked on her nipples as she came again.

And then Luke pulled out and mounted me. He fucked me like a wild animal. I couldn't even make words as he impaled me with that giant cock. I just moaned unintelligently. Bree kissed me and played with my titties as her boyfriend fucked me to orgasm.

He pulled out roughly after I finished cumming.

He moved between us on the bed and starting jerking his cock. He exploded for the third time. He aimed his dick back and forth like a lawn sprinkler to cover my tits and then Bree's with his hot load.

When he was done, he collapsed back in the bed. Bree and I took our time licking the cum off each other. And seconds later my hand was back inside her. And she slipped her fingers inside me. We worked each other to a final orgasm of the morning. And then we collapsed next to Luke. We each took turns stroking him until he came a last time.

"What time did you say your parents were coming back?" I finally asked.

"Not until after 10."

I looked at the clock. It wasn't even noon yet. And we all knew how we'd be spending the rest of that day.