His grandfather, my husband, died when he was about fifteen, and I never remarried. He had always wondered why, and sometimes he wondered if I dated. I would go over and visit my grandson, and I found a journal he was writing in. I remember being in shock, his journal was all about me!
I sat and read it:
He used to wonder what I looked like naked, if my body was still in good enough shape for a man to
be interested. She isn’t bad looking at all. She has dark, jet-black hair, and I figured the color came from
a bottle. Hell, I didn’t care. A person of 59 has to do what they have to do in order to look good, I figured.She has good-sized tits, and I didn’t see too many wrinkles. She took good care of herself, and she looked just fine to me. Just the thought of her having sex began to excite me. I wondered what it would be like tohave sex with her. I suddenly realized one day, as she was sitting across the table from me just chatting away, that I had the hots for my grandmother. I actually went from the thought of wondering what she did for sex to the point of wanting to have sex with her. I really didn’t know when the thought changed.
It actually shocked me, to think that I was sitting there, my grandson getting a hard on from looking at my tits straining against my blouse. I hadn’t realized until just then how much a part of my sexual fantasies had lately been devoted to him, to thinking about what it would be like to suck on his cock and have him fondle my tits. I sat there, red-faced, closed the journal and put it back where I found it.
I stopped by his house a few days later with an announcement that I had bought one of those new, above-the-ground spas for my house. It would be installed in my back yard, close to my patio, and it would have a bar, and a gazebo on top, made of red wood latticework. I had been wanting one for years, it seemed like an outside paradise, a dream, and it was finally going to be in my back yard. I told him i want to plant bamboo around the perimeter and all that. “I’d be more than glad to help you with it,” I heard my grandson say. I’m sure he didnt know what, exactly, the work was going to entail.
My eyes widened. He had never volunteered to do any sort of labor, ever. I looked at him and beamed at him with a great big smile. “Great,” I said, “Saturday, I think we should put the plants in then.”
The next Saturday, he arrived at my house and took a good look at my new spa. It was already running, and
the water was nice and warm, but there were no bubbles. I had turned it on low, the way I liked it. It would
heat faster on low, and then later, when the water got really hot, I would put it on ‘high’ and turn on the
bubbles.
There were about fifteen large pots of bamboo and all kinds of other tropical plants, just waiting for someone with a green thumb and some energy to start working. He worked his ass off for about 3 or 4 hours, and dripping with sweat, he had dug the last hole and planted some type of enormous, broad-leafed thing that looked more like a tree than a tropical plant. Tarzan could have hidden in the thing, and no one would have been any the wiser. The damned thing must have weighed about eighty pounds. I felt sorry for him.
I stood there next to my grandson and surveyed our handiwork. It was gorgeous, with the plants hiding the spa from just about any angle. There was a small concrete and rock pathway that wound around some of the plants. It truly was a paradise, right there in my back yard. “I’m so pleased, I don’t know how to thank you,” I told him. “You need a shower and some lunch, and a nice cold drink to go with it,” I said.
He went into the house with me and took a shower, wrapping a towel around him when he was done. he was
surprised to find, when he walked into the kitchen, that I was in a bathing suit.”I’m ready for a quiet, relaxing time in the spa,” I said with a smile. “You will, of course, help celebrate it by getting in with me, that is, as soon as you’ve had a sandwich and a soda, OK?” He nodded, taken aback by how his Grandma looked in the skimpy bathing suit. My tits were, indeed big and round, and my legs were smooth and muscular. I could see his cock jerk up and begin to grow, just underneath the towel wrapped around him. “I’ll get you a robe,” but for now, just sit and have a chicken sandwich.”
He started eating, sometimes pressing down on his hard cock, trying to find a comfortable position in which to sit. It wouldn’t go away — the more attention he paid to it, the harder it seemed to get. “Here you go, Martin,” I say. He turned, and I stood there with a short terry cloth robe in my hand. I looked at him, and then down at his crotch just briefly. There was the hint of a smile on my face! He took the robe and put it on the chair beside him as I sat across from him. Me sitting there didn’t help the hard on go away at all. It just made it worse. It wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t help it that he was aroused, in fact I’m sure he wished then that he wasn’t.
“OK, let’s go christen the spa,” I said with a smile. “I don’t have any trunks,” he says. “Well, there’s some undies, Or, you can go as you are. I’ll turn my head, and the bubbles will hide you, anyway. He swallowed. The thought of being naked with Grandma in the spa really thrilled him, I knew, but he didn’t know how to act. He would probably cum in my water, just from sitting close to me like that!!
We went out to the spa, Martin carrying the robe and wearing the towel wrapped around him. The material rubbed against his hard cock head with every step, and I thought he would cum before we even got to the spa! I was the first to get in, and ! flipped the switch, putting the jets on a higher flow and making bubbles shoot up. Then I looked at Martin. “I’ll turn my head, and you jump in,” I say. Sure enough, I turned my head, and he got in the spa. The water was warm, and it was extremely comfortable and relaxing after having worked so hard to get all the plants in the ground.
“A glass of wine, we need a damned glass of wine.” As I got out of the spa, my leg came into contact with Martin’s, and I tripped slightly and reached down to hold myself up. My hand went right into the water, pressing against his hard, aching cock! I pulled my hand away and looked into my grandson’s eyes. I didn’t say a word, just stepped over the edge and let him look at my sexy ass. With my legs parted, he could see,
up-close, hairs poking out of the crotch of my bikini bottom. I believe i heard his cock jump. Either that or we have a fish floppin in the spa! LOL!!
I brought back a chilled bottle from the little bar beside the gazebo, and with shaking hands, poured us both a glass of chilled Burgundy. It was delicious, and I felt a warm glow as the wine settled in my stomach. I looked over at Martin. “It must be nice to sit in here naked,” I said “It is,” he said with a smile. “You ought to try it. “I didn’t answer; I just reached behind me and removed my top, my big, round breasts nearly floating in the water. my brown-red nipples were erect, poking out nearly half an inch. Little mounds themselves they looked like quite a mouthful for him. I could see his cock harden, but the look on his face showed pain.
All I coud figure was he was holding off, which meant he would have to cum soon. His balls must ache, and his cock must hurt, from having no release. He’s had a hardon now for at least a half hour, with no way to release it. I am surprised he hasn’t run to the bathroom to jack off!
I lifted myself up and removed my bikini bottoms, giving Martin a great view of my tits as they left the water. I came up with my bottoms and put them aside. “Oh, yes, this does feel much better,” I say. “It
feels sexy, somehow.” “yes it does”, my grandson agreed.
“You must really think I have nice tits, or you’ve never seen any,” I said with a smile. He reddened. “You have great tits, Grandma,” he said weakly. I smile “Why, thank you. You have a nice body, too.” He raised himself out of the water and sat on the edge, letting his hard cock jump up and throb against his belly. “Here’s what those tits do to me, Grandma,” he says.
I didn’t say a word. I looked at his cock and absentmindedly licked my lips. Keeping my eyes on his cock, I reached for my wine glass, took a sip, and then moved over closer to him. I put the glass down on the decking and reached out and touched his cock. He nearly came, the pleasure of my touch was excruciating to him.
I ran my finger down the hard shaft to his balls. “Such big balls,” I cupped them in my hand, massaging them. I move my hand back up to his cock, grabbing it at the base and stroking upward. He moans as his body tenses, and shoots his load, all the pent-up tension causing him to cum right away. He shot a big load, and it shot all the way across the spa to the other side of the decking. “Damn!” I say, “What a load of cum!” I stroke him harder and faster, and he finishes shooting, the last few drops falling on my hand.
I pull myself up beside him and he reaches over to touch my nipples. They are giant nipples, hard to the touch. He ran one hand down my tummy to my pussy. through my forest of dark black pubic hair.He leans over to my tits, his mouth wide open. He flicks out his tongue and touches the tip of it to one of my nipples. He closes his lips around the nipple, running his tongue around and around on it. He sucks it into his mouth, moans of pleasure escaping my lips as he sucks. “Oh, Martin, that feels so good, it’s been such a long time,” I moan. My hand went back to his cock, and I grab it at the base again, stroking it slowly and firmly as he sucks first one of my big, brown nipples, and then the other.
He moved his mouth down slowly, all the way down my tummy, and inserted it into my navel. Pushing me back to the decking of the gazebo, he reached down and spread my legs. I lifted my legs, bending them at the knees. He ran his face down to my crotch, flicking out with tongue at my cunt. Leaning forward, he inserted his tongue into my moist pussy, tasting the tangy juices flowing out of my pussy. He said the sight of my hairy pussy was a real turn-on!
I began to writhe and moan — my legs clamped together, trapping his head between my thighs. With a
loud groan, I came, my body jerking and my muscles tightening. He pulled away, and we sat there and stared at one another. I slowly eased myself into the water in front of him and spread his legs, my face in his crotch. I leaned forward and tongued his balls, sucking one of them into my mouth, and then the other. I
ran my tongue over his balls for a full five minutes as my fingers worked on my pussy under the water.
Then, i moved my mouth to his cock, and I ran my tongue up the length of the shaft. Opening my mouth
wide, I swallowed his cock all the way to the back of my throat, gagging on the head of it. The sensation
thrilled him, and he nearly came again as I sucked on it really hard. I sucked him gently for another few minutes, licking and probing, and then pulled away. I moved to the other side of the spa and raised my
ass out of the water, facing away from him. He could see my wet pussy hairs hanging between my legs and he got up and stood in the water. We were just the right height, and his cock automatically pressed against my ass hole. He moved down somewhat, and pressed his cock into my warm waiting pussy. He reached around and grabbed my tits, running his fingers over the hard nipples as he slammed his cock deep into my hot moist pussy.
He began to thrust, feeling my pussy suck on his cock as he pulled it out. He thrust faster and faster, and I used my internal muscles to give him a thrill like none He’d ever known. He thrust deep into me, and I began to gyrate my hips, moaning and groaning, and he felt me cum, soaking his cock with extra-hot pussy juices as spasms shook my whole body. He thrust faster and faster, cumming inside me with one final slam, his tummy slapping against my ass. He held himself there, feeling his cock dance and move inside me as he shot a hot load of cum deep inside me. He shot again and again, and I moaned with every jerk of his cock.
Slowly, He pulled out of me and sat back in the water. I poured us another glass of wine, and we sat there sipping it, looking at one another in silence. Finally I said, “Thanks for helping me with the spa.” “You mean, the plants?” “Oh, no, I mean, breaking in the spa like that. It’s about the best thrill I’ve ever had.”
He shook his head. “Talk about thrills, Grandma, you’re the best thrill there ever was.” “Hmmm,” I said. “No one’s said that to me in a long, long time, Martin. I think you might need to ‘help me with a few things around here, frequently, you know?”
“Hell ya”, he said ,”damn straight. Anything you need, anytime, I’ll be here. I really love your’ new spa grandma”!
