Fucking a Grandma

I didn't know it could be so good! Marjory and I finally hooked up, and it probably exceeded either of our expectations. She works hard to keep her body as toned as possible - yoga and the Y, from what she said. She's 56, I learned. Her skin is as tight as her muscles; an altogether good-looking lady! Of course, I'd known this. Back when we worked at the same company I always thought she was cute, with her slightly upturned nose and green eyes. But I didn't appreciate her body like I got to the other day. :) She called me out of the blue and asked if I was at home. I said, "yes, but I can be someplace else if I need to be." In these Covid days, I'm always at home, it seems! She said, "could you be here?" Here being her house. I asked if hubby wasn't there, and she told me he'd gone off to their Atlanta cabin with his brother, hunting. She said, "Ashley is here, but she won't bother us." Hmmmm, okay. I had the impression she'd been waiting for an opportunity like this, and I sure wasn't going to pass it up!

Sure enough, Ashley was there when I got there. She actually looked pretty good, too; swollen belly showing beneath a tank top that highlighted her full breasts. We've never really chatted much before this, but we passed a few comments back & forth; just small-talk when Marjory was out of the room. I could understand how she got knocked up - she's flirty and kind of 'white-trashy', the way she looks at you and makes her body the center of attention. The yoga pants didn't hurt, either. She wandered off after Marjory came back with margaritas for the two of us, and we sat by their pool. She commented that it was too bad I hadn't brought swimming trunks. I said, "I didn't really come over to swim" and she looked at me, then smiled. "Yeah, I guess you didn't," she said. I could tell she was waiting for me to do something, so I moved my deck chair right next to hers and leaned towards her. Her mouth opened and I kissed her; she kissed back, starting to breath hard through her nose. I told her, "You look good, you know."

She did. Trim shorts and a cotton blouse - not overtly sexy, but enough to show off her toned middle-aged-plus body. The second kiss lasted longer. Then she said, "maybe we shouldn't do this out here, with Ashley around." Sounded good to me! We moved inside, first stopping in the kitchen to pour more margarita mix into our glasses, then into her bedroom. She closed the door and I heard her lock it as I sat on their bed. i imagined her husband for a moment and what he might think, then pushed those thoughts from my mind. I hoped he was far, far away! She sat beside me and downed her drink in a couple of quick gulps - liquid courage, then set her glass on the floor. When she straightened up I turned to her and eased her onto her back as I kissed her. After a few moments she took my glass from me and set it on the bedside table, then looked at me. She grinned and I reached for the buttons on her blouse. I got it off and waited while she took her bra off, then moved my mouth to one breast. They had some sag, but were as full as I'd always fantasized, the nipples ripe and thick. I feasted on one, then the other, kissing her lips along the way. She lay back on the bed again and watched me as I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down her legs. I took her panties with them. She has a little belly, of course, but she looked sexy as hell to me; I could hardly wait to be inside her!

She spread her legs slightly, and that's all I needed. Pushing one leg up, I simultaneously laid my face along one inner thigh and worked my pants down. When my tongue met her folds she gasped and spread the other leg wide. I went down on her and didn't stop until she came, her hands going to my head fleetingly, as though she couldn't decide if she wanted to push me away or hold me there. Then she started grasping at my t-shirt, so I let her pull it off over my head. I stood up, stepping out of my pants. My cock was standing straight out, and she took it in one hand. "Oh my god," she panted. She aligned me with her pussy as I lay on top of her and I slid in easily. She was wet and welcoming, her tunnel hot and just tight enough to grasp my thickness lovingly. I began to thrust , slowly at first and then faster as we got into a rhythm. She got noisy. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out, "god, that feels sooo good!" I had to agree! Finally, almost 20 years after our initial flirtation, I was fucking her at last! It was pure instinct from then on; her moving beneath me and holding my shoulders with her hands as I bucked into her. Our kisses were more drags of one mouth across another, breathing into one another's mouths as we each pursued our own ends.

I lasted as long as I could, making sure she had another climax before blasting my load deep inside her. By then she was making more noise than I was comfortable with, not quite wailing but letting me know how she felt. I knew Ashley could hear us, unless she'd left the house. When I finally quit thrusting, we both sighed loudly. "That," I told her, "was worth waiting for!" She laughed. "I could say the same thing," she said, and we kissed again, long and deep. She told me I'd better get myself together, and I got up to use the master bath to wipe myself off with a washcloth, and to pee. When I came out she had gone to the other bathroom so I got dressed and went out to the pool deck again. Ashley was out there, sitting in a chair with one leg up. I could see her fat pussy lips silhouetted through her yoga pants. She smiled and said, "oh, I though you'd left." I told her i was about to; she glanced down at her crotch as if to confirm what I'd been seeing and then looked back up at me. She said, "well, it was nice seeing you again. I know Mom must have liked it."

There it was! Her shit-eating grin told me she'd heard every sound her mother made, and that our secret was probably safe. I wondered again what it would be like to tap that pregnant pussy; I hadn't fucked a pregnant woman in almost 40 years! To me, a woman bursting with c***d is extremely sexy, though I know it's a fetish for some. About that time Marjory came out with two more margaritas. Ashley said, "I don't get to join you?" and Marjory laughed. "Not while you're pregnant," she told her. I had the impression her daughter wanted to join in for more than a drink. Again, a brief fantasy! I took a couple of sips and said I'd better get going, and Marjory walked me out to my car.

"I don't want you to th..." she began, and I put my finger on her lips. "I don't think anything," I said. "Let's just leave it at that for the time being." I kissed her quickly, aware that we were out in front of her house, and she said, "for now, yes."

All the way home I was humming a tune. I'll be fucking her again, with any luck. I hope it's soon!