A Different Kind Of Granny

   The stress of my sophomore year of college was overwhelming.  I struggled through the classes I’d selected thinking I had a need to be challenged. I was wrong. The end of the semester was approaching and I had to do well on final exams to ensure I’d be able to continue my curriculum. That week I focused on my studies more than at any point in my life. Unfortunately, I had allowed a few considerations to fall by the wayside as a result. 

  During that frantic week I neglected to remember that with the semester's end I needed somewhere to go for the next several weeks. The dorms were going to undergo a renovation so staying at school was not an option. I had maybe $300 in my wallet, not nearly enough for a hotel, and virtually all of my friends there had already finished and left campus. My parents had also divorced a few months ago and my mom promptly moved to California. Perhaps my Dad could help. 

     I called my dad. “YOU KNOW THE HOUSE CLOSED TWO WEEKS AGO…. I’M HAVING TO SLEEP ON MY FRIENDS COUCHES MYSELF!”, Dad pretty much yelled at me. I had no idea their house had sold but I did know he had no money as they were always behind in everything and Dad never made a lot money. “You could probably stay with Grandma Gwen for a while if you wanted. She offered to take me in so I bet she’d love to have you around.  I’ll give her a call cuz’ I know you haven’t seen her in awhile. She’s only two hours from you.” My heart sank. Gee, having to stay with Grandma? I’m a grown man. Then I considered my predicament. “I’d appreciate that, Dad. Let me know ASAP. Thanks.“ Sleeping in my car was the next option. 

   The afternoon I’d finished my exams and gathered what meager possessions I had and drove to Grandma's. Parking was terrible but it was otherwise uneventful. Climbing the stairs to Grandma’s place I felt exhausted and a sense of anxiety. The last time I even spoke to her was almost seven years ago. A college-aged guy having to hang around an elderly woman just seemed wrong. But there I was. I knocked on the door, it opened, and there she was. Gwen. Her long salt and pepper hair gathered in a long braid down her back contrasted her purple blouse well. “There you are!” Grandma exclaimed. In the next moment she lifted her head and kissed me on the lips for approximately 5 seconds. WHOA. I was a bit weirded out…what an awkward moment that kiss was. 

   For the next couple hours we had an ordinary time chatting about this and that, catching up, she was a very engaging woman that I never really appreciated. Everything was going quite nicely up until I asked where to put my things. “Bedroom of course!” she replied. “That’s your bedroom…I can’t take that from you.” I stated. “That’s our room. Plenty of room for both of us. It’s a big bed.“  I wasn’t prepared for an argument so I relented and wished her goodnight…I was going to bed. 

    At approximately 2am I felt a strange sensation awakening me.  Something was in my pajama bottoms within my boxers feeling my dick! FUCK ME, GRANDMA IS PLAYING WITH MY COCK!  My grandma had spooned up against me and put her hand down my clothes! I didn’t know what to do so I pretended I was still asleep. My penis beginning to arouse, I tried to think the most unsexy thoughts I could. “I can’t fuck my grandma…I just can’t,” I tried to convince myself knowing I’d previously fucked my aunt, her daughter. Grandma eventually left me alone and went to sleep as I lay there, my mind racing with possibilities. 

  The next morning I heard Grandma get up, go to the kitchen and start breakfast I assumed. Laying there half the night, my mind and manhood going crazy with the most carnal urges something came over me….a mood I’d never experienced. Not only could I fuck my grandma, I would fuck my grandma! I threw all the blankets off the bed and stripped naked. My cock was as hard as a rock. I could feel every vein, every artery pulsing in it as my swollen glans glowed in blueish purple. 

  I walked directly to the kitchen, stopping to look at Gwen. She had on a black laced teddy with red panties and red ribbon tying back her hair. SHE LOOKED EXQUISITELY SEXY!!! I was entranced in that moment. Unexpectedly, she turned around and looked me directly in the eyes, then my waist. Reaching up, she unlaced the teddy throwing it aside. Her full breasts hanging halfway down her torso. Pulling her panties off, not saying a word, she walked over to the kitchen table, bent over it and spread her legs. In turn, I quickly walked up behind her and thrust my cock deep inside of her, trying to go deeper with each thrust, penetrating her more violently than I imagined myself capable of. I could hear her seeming to whimper at times, other times grunting in an almost bestial manner. I couldn’t stop though…this was my pleasure, my release, my passion! Within several minutes I orgasmed intensely….my penis spewing loads of hot cum deep within my grandma. Whatever had come over me wasn’t finished though. 

    Pulling out of Gwen, I stood her up, kissing her deeply. I then grasped her tits and told her it was time for her breakfast. I guided her to her knees and inserted my dick into her mouth.  Grasping her hair, I began fucking her head until a batch of my special cream puddled within her mouth. She swallowed every bit without saying a word as I grasped her shoulders guiding her to the ground to lay on her back. 

    After coming two times so forcefully I could tell my dick had little left in it although still more or less erect. I got into position on top of Grandma and began fucking her. Not violent or rough but nice even strokes. She laid there, eyes closed, her hands grasping my buttocks. After a decent little while I could feel us both finish…I cummed without really shooting any cum and I could hear her grunting a final time. I finally collapsed beside her on the floor. 

    “Grandma, I don’t know what came over me. I, I, Just never felt like that before, so wound up, desperate, horny and that turned on, I just don’t know what….” Gwen interrupted me. “ You know, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex but the past few weeks I’ve felt like a bitch in heat…I really have. I didn’t really plan for this but lying next to you last night, just felt naughty, just felt like playing around. I know about you and your aunt Jackie which turned me on. Like I said, I’ve been a bitch in heat and you treated me exactly how I needed. Don’t ever regret this. I would not change one second of this. You know women go through the change and nobody thinks we like sex anymore. We love sex and I needed this!” I thought a moment or two about what she’d just told me. “You know Grandma I’m going to be here for almost seven weeks, right?” I queried. “Well, by the time I’m finished doing all the things I’m going to do you may need to go back to school just for some recovery time!” I laughed. “We’ll just have to see!” I told her. Gwen then offered one last sentence to our final conversation on the kitchen floor, “All I can say is you needn’t worry about having somewhere to stay for your breaks from now on….LOL!” 

   It’s nice to feel so welcomed among family.