She let out this little gasp, kinda shaky. “Oh dear, ahh young man,” she says. Did she sound shocked? Maybe a little. But not like ‘get your hands off me’ shocked, you know? More like… surprised. Like something she hadn’t expected.
She didn’t say anything else for a minute. You ever feel that tension in the air? Like you could cut it with a knife? That’s what it was like. I could practically feel it buzzing between us. Then, she finally speaks, voice all whispery and low.
“It’s… different, Andy,” she says, real careful with her words, like she’s choosing them one by one. “I haven’t felt… like this… in a long time.”
Different. What’s that supposed to mean, right? Different how? Good different? Bad different? My fingers got all twitchy, nervous reaction, I guess. Should I stop? Should I keep going? I had to know what she meant.
“Different good?” I ask, voice a little shaky myself now. “Or different bad?” Come on, Granny, give me something here!
“Well, I am not stopping you am I love. Oh dear, your mom warned me about your hormones. Don’t worry I won’t tell her,” she moans, and man, that moan. Definitely not ‘bad different’. As she said that, I pressed down a little harder, and yeah, felt her clit right through those panties. Could she feel me getting hard? Duh, of course she could.
“I am getting hard,” I admitted, like she couldn’t tell. But I guess you say these things, don’t you? Just to make it real. Kept rubbing, feeling the heat coming off her.
She chuckled then, a soft sound, kinda sexy actually. Definitely not what you expect from your grandma’s friend. “I noticed, dear. It wouldn’t be much fun for either of us if you weren’t, now would it?” Was she flirting with me? Seriously? But that little chuckle did something to me, like flipping a switch.
Her answer… well, it kinda gave me the green light, didn’t it? I shifted closer, pressing myself against her side. My jeans were getting tighter, and that part of me was making its presence known. That smell, you know, that old lady smell? Lavender and books, like always. But now, it was mixed with something else. Something hotter, wilder. Something I hadn’t smelled on her before. It hit me hard, right in the gut.
“Granny,” I whispered, voice all thick and husky. “Can I… can I take your panties off?” Major question, right? Like, crossing a line. Was I going too far? Was this insane?
Silence. The whole world seemed to hold its breath. Just the two of us, in this quiet room, with that question hanging heavy in the air. My fingers kept moving, teasing, rubbing, like they had a mind of their own. Finally, she sighed. Not just a regular sigh, you know? More like a sigh of… what? Resignation? Anticipation? Maybe both.
“If you must, Andy,” she said, voice barely there. “But be gentle, love. I’m not as young as I used to be.” Did she really just say yes? Was this actually happening?
Hands shaking now, I lifted her nightie up a bit more, just enough to see the elastic band of her panties. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Slowly, carefully, I started to slide them down. Soft cotton, warm and a little damp. Felt amazing under my fingertips. As they got down to her knees, she lifted her legs a little, helping me out. And then… they were gone.
Nothing between my hand and her skin. Air crackled. Seriously, you could feel the energy, the desire, just hanging in the air. It was heavy, intense. I bent my head and kissed the inside of her thigh, soft skin, a little wrinkly, but still… incredibly soft.
“You’re beautiful, Granny,” I mumbled, meaning every word. I mean, yeah, she was old, but right then, in that moment… she was just… wow.
She gasped again, softer this time. “Oh, Andy…”
Back to business. My fingers traced the edges of her… you know. Folds of skin, delicate, softer than anything I’d ever touched. She was wet, surprisingly wet. Guess she was into this too, huh? I gently parted her, and there it was. Little clit, glistening.
“Is this okay, Granny?” I whispered again, needing to hear her say it was okay. Needed to know I wasn’t totally messing this up.
“Mmm,” she moaned, real soft. “Oh yes, Andy. That’s… that’s lovely.” Lovely. She said lovely. Okay, game on.
Feeling braver now, I started stroking her clit, light circles to start, then a little harder. She gasped again, breathing faster, shallower now. I kept teasing, changing pressure, changing speed, watching her face. Loved seeing her react.
“Oh, Andy,” she panted, hands gripping the sheets tight. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.” Like I was gonna stop now? No way.
Kept going, movements getting surer, more confident. I knew what she liked, somehow I just knew. Bringing her right to the edge. The air was thick, heavy with that scent again, and the sound of our breathing, ragged and hot, filled the room.
Suddenly, she cried out, body tensing up, arching off the bed. A big wave of… something… washed over her. “Oh, Andy! Oh, God!”
“Do you think your old lady pussy can handle my young cock, Granny?” I blurted out, smirking a little. Maybe it was a dick move, but I was feeling cocky, pardon the pun. She looked down, saw my jeans straining, saw the outline of my… you know.
“Oh, Andy,” she whispered, voice all breathy and awed. “You’re so big, so hard. You don’t want to put it inside an old prune vagina like mine.” Prune vagina? Seriously? But… was she serious about not wanting me?
Swallowed hard. My heart was racing, brain going a mile a minute. Never seen her like this, so open, so… vulnerable. Kinda exhilarating, kinda scary. Wanted her bad, but… didn’t wanna hurt her. Was this really okay?
“Granny, I-“ I started to say, but she cut me off, waving her hand.
“It’s okay, love,” she said, voice soft, soothing, like she was reassuring me. Weird, right? “I want you to. I want to feel you inside me.” Wait, what? She wanted me? Inside her?
Those words… they were like a jolt of electricity. Desire shot through me, hotter, stronger than ever. Just nodded, couldn’t even speak. Stood up, hands shaking like crazy, undid my jeans, shoved them down, underwear too. Freedom! My cock sprang out, hard and throbbing.
She looked up at it, eyes wide. Surprise, and… yeah, desire. Definitely desire. “Oh, Andy,” she whispered again. “You’re so big.” Was she scared? Turned on? Probably both.
Climbed back on the bed, got between her legs. Could feel the heat coming off her, smell that musky scent, stronger now. Reached down, positioned myself at her… entrance.
“Are you sure, Granny?” Had to ask one last time. Seriously sure?
“Yes, love,” she said, voice firm now. “I’m sure.”
Okay then. No going back now. Nodded, took a deep breath. Spit on my hand – yeah, classy, I know – lubed up the head of my cock. She was, well, a bit dry down there, you know? Didn’t wanna hurt her. Then, slowly, pushed inside. Tight. So tight. Had to bite my lip to stop from moaning. Felt her walls close around me, grip me. Slow at first, real slow, didn’t want to rush it. But she wasn’t having it.
“Fuck me, Andy,” she whispered, voice all husky and raw. “Fuck me hard.” Well, alright then.
No more holding back. Started moving, thrusting in and out, faster now, harder. She met me, hips lifting, pushing back against me. Sound of skin on skin, slapping together, filled the room. Moans, gasps, both of us.
She was staring down between her legs, watching. Watching my… you know… slamming in and out of her. My 18-year-old cock in her 80-year-old… you know. Felt kinda crazy, kinda unreal. But damn, it felt good. Really, really good. Felt like I was about to… but held back. Wanted to make it last. Kept going, plowing her real good.
Pumping hard now, muscles burning, but couldn’t stop. Her moans getting louder, more intense. Could feel myself getting closer, inches from the… edge.
“Andy!” she yelled, “oh yes, you feel so good!” Did she really mean it? Sounded like it.
“You sure your old pussy can take it? Because I can really ram you hard,” I said, slowing down a bit, waiting for her answer.
She chuckled, a sound that vibrated against my chest as I thrust. “Try me, Andy,” she dared, voice laced with a playful challenge. “You might just surprise yourself. My old pussy hasn’t seen this much action in decades.”
Her words were like gasoline on a fire. I grinned, a primal urge taking over. “Alright, Granny, you asked for it.”
And I unleashed.
Every muscle in my body tensed as I slammed into her, deeper, harder, each thrust a surge of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She met me thrust for thrust, her hands gripping my back, nails digging into my skin. The bed squeaked and groaned under the frantic rhythm of our bodies, a soundtrack to our shared frenzy. Her moans were a symphony of ecstasy, urging me on, driving me wilder.
“Oh, Andy! Yes! Right there!” she cried out, her body arching beneath me.
I pushed harder, driving deeper, feeling her clench around me, tighter and tighter. Everything was blurred, a kaleidoscope of sensation and raw desire. My vision tunneled, focused solely on the woman beneath me, on the heat and the rhythm and the overwhelming feeling of… release.
I was close, so close. Could feel it building, a tidal wave of sensation about to crash over me. “Granny… I’m gonna…”
“Let go, Andy,” she urged, her voice raspy and breathless. “Just let go.”
And I did.
The world exploded in a blinding flash of white-hot euphoria. Every muscle in my body locked, then convulsed as I emptied myself inside her, again and again, each pulse a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. She cried out, a long, shuddering moan that echoed in the quiet room.
Finally, the tremors subsided. I collapsed on top of her, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my face. The air was thick with the scent of sex and something else… something sweet and almost floral. We lay there for a long moment, breathless and sated, the silence broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing.
Eventually, I shifted, rolling off her onto my back. Stared up at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. Had I really just… done that? With my grandma’s friend? Still felt kind of surreal.
Turned to look at her. She was lying there, eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips. Chest rising and falling slowly, gently. Somehow, her face seemed softer, younger, than it had before.
“Granny?” I whispered, not sure what to say, what to do.
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me, a soft, knowing smile in her eyes. “Well, Andy,” she said, voice still a little breathless. “That was… quite something.”
Quite something? Yeah, that was definitely one way to put it.