Prison Stories

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All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults.

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Note from Howard Crunk

Billy Domański and me met in prison. We both got five years. In here they they call that a 'nickle'. We were two-out together the whole time... that means we shared a cell. He and me got to be real good buddies. We had lots of stuff in common, family, business associates, like that, and we came to rely on each other... an important thing in a shithole like this. I counted myself lucky to be bunking in with him.

I was in for burglary. I don't know what Billy did. It's not polite to ask.

He's a good-looking guy, tall and dark with tight curly blond hair - too attractive for this hell hole. In here, a guy who looked like him would normally get used pretty hard but Billy didn't take shit so he was pretty much left alone. He had to prove himself a few times but after that it was sweet.

In prison stuff goes on after lights out.

If you're young you're pretty much fucked... literally fucked. You're kidding yourself if you think you can avoid some sort of sexual assault. If you don't want to discover your feminine side stay out of jail or there's gonna be some monster who wants to make you his bitch.

Billy and me sure weren't as 'friendly' as some. We were straight but, as Tony Soprano so succinctly put it, "Prison don't count." Neither of us wanted anything up the arse but other than that we were 'gay for the stay.'

It's not a big part of the story but I thought I'd mention it. It sets the scene, so to speak. Two horny guys locked up together in a cage. Some weird shit is bound to go down.

Billy was a born storyteller. He'd tell me these amazing sexy stories full of drama and passion and really good laughs. I'd lay awake for hours in the dark, slowly jerking my big hard cock and listening to his deep Illinois accent, letting my imagination take me away until I felt I was a part of the scene he was describing... rather than in that cold hard cell. His stories kept me sane and I reckon telling them to me was good for Billy too.

So this is stories about Billy's grandma. He told me all of it was true, real stuff that happened to him, and while his tales were extraordinary, I have to say they rang true. It was all just too detailed to be faked.

I was what they call a receptive audience. The things he told me about him and her were so hot, and he'd tell it so well, that I'd sometimes loose control and blow my load early... before he got to the good part. Billy always found that hilariously funny.

Anyway, here's just some of the stories Billy told me, all wrapped up in one neat package - late-night jerk-off tales, told after lights out.

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1977

We was real poor where I growed up. Our little rental flat in Chicago was on the fifth floor, second from the top, five flights up, and five flights down. No lifts in them days.

Old Mrs Bently on the sixth hardly ever left her apartment 'cause it was too tricky for her. Bobby and me'd bring groceries up to 'er every week and if she needed a doctor or anthin', and had to get downstairs, he and me'd link arms and carry her down between us like firemen do.

Our flat was stupid crowded - Ma and Pa, my big brother Bobby, and me was all living there in that tiny place. Two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen-dining-lounge room. You couldn't swing a cat... but the rent was cheap!

My folks had the biggest bedroom at the back with the view of the alley. Me and Bobby had the other smaller one over the street, not too much bigger than this cell, Howard. It had bare gappy floorboards that needed staining and pale green walls that needed painting. It wasn't much but Bobby and me got on good so it was no big deal.

Wish I was there now Howie, 'stead of this shithole.

Our bedroom was like this.

Next to the door, we had a big old-fashioned wardrobe with a mirror on the door. That took up the far wall. On the other wall was our two single beds that stuck out side by side with an old timber packing case between sitting up on its end like a bedside table. I remember it had INTERNATIONAL DAIRY burnt in it in black letters on the top. We used to stack comics in the front.

Above the box was a storm window with ratty curtains that looked out over the 'L' rail line. At night Bobby and me'd listen to the clickety clack of the train going past.

And that was it, 'sept for the old steam radiator that hissed and clunked all through winter and a table lamp we sat on the box that we'd lifted from somewhere. It was pretty nice. I remember the glass was all psychedelic colours... limy green and orange. At night with it on it was like a nightclub or a strip joint or something.

Our beds were close together and we couldn't move 'em further apart 'cause there was no room. Whether we liked it or not, there was only a few feet between Bobby and me. Way too close for comfort if you wanted to jerk off in private.

As we growed up we stopped worrying about it. We was both doin' it so much we just stopped pretending we wasn't. If one of us accidentally walked in on the other with a big boner in hand, well, it wasn't no big deal. Bobby and me was just two normal horny kids.

It didn't take long to work out it was more fun doin' it together. We used to share the lingerie section of the Macy's catalogue for jerk-off material. By the time a new edition came out all the pages was stuck together. We also had this old Playboy Bobby found at a building site. It had Dolly fuckin' Parton in it Howard! Dolly fuckin' Parton... all dressed up like a fuckin' playboy bunny! Fuck me, we'd cum so hard for her... but not on that glossy paper. We kept that Playboy pristine.

Dolly was so fuckin' hot... still is right? What is she now 80? 90?... and still so fuckin' doable, am I right Howard? Damb straight I'm right. Our ma's a lot like her. Mom's tits are just like Dolly's... before Dolly got that breast reduction that is. What a fuckin' crime that was.

Gotta tell ya, Howie, I miss jerkin' off with Bobby, an' suckin' the jizz out of each other's big knobs. But those sort'a shenanigans can't go on forever... nothing real good ever does.

Bobby couldn't wait to get away and ended up joinin' the navy.

He'd always say how he'd miss me and Ma but he hated the old man's guts. We both did. My father was a big fuckin' loser who drank like a fish. When he was pissed he was loud and agro and when he was sober, he was all tears and 'so sorry's'.

Marrying such a fuckin douche was the worst mistake my beautiful mother ever made. She wasn't stupid or nothin'. She could'a done anything she put her mind to and had any bloke she wanted... if she even wanted one. She was so seriously hot and super sexy, men just stared at her when she walked down the street.

But she married our fuckwit father cause he had a big cock.

My old man gave Bobby and me exactly two things in our lives, our big wangs, and our stupid fuckin redneck names... Billy and Bobby. What a fuckin' joke.

Anyway, once Bobby left, I had a bedroom to myself for the first time.

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THEN GRAN COMES TO STAY

Granny Rosemary had lived alone in her little house in Joliet for as long as I could remember. I don't remember Granddad at all. He died in the Battle of the Bulge back in '44 and she'd been alone ever since.

All my life Gran seemed like a super-woman. Nothin' seemed to throw her and it was fucked that she got too old to live by herself and had to rely on us. She said she was gettin' forgetful but I never noticed nothin' like that. She didn't forget who we were or how to wipe her arse, so she can't have been too bad. I reckon she might just have been a bit lonely.

Before, when she visited us, or we went to her place, she was always super nice to me. She was nice to Bobby as well but 'specially nice to me.

She'd ask after how things was at school, how the neighbourhood people were goin' and 'specially how my father was behaving. She'd always known what a lazy fuck he was!

I'd also get the biggest bit 'o cake or the extra big portions at dinner time. Now I'm older I realise she was making sure I had enough to eat. When I was a little kid I was thin and small. Gran saw that Ma didn't always seem to have the money to keep my belly full, so she'd feed me.

"Your skin and bones William... you eat all that up," she'd say in her croaky old lady voice.

Nanna gave me lots of affection too - another area where I guess she thought I might be missin' out.

If I stayed over at her place, she read me a bedtime story and kiss me goodnight.

Some of my best childhood memories are of her big lovin' arms wrapped 'round me, my head buried in her big creamy boobs, and her readin' some old adventure story... Robin Hood or Snow White and them little dwarves... like that.

When I was a little bloke I loved my gran like little boys do, but as I got older and hornier I started noticing her sexy big ol' body. She had that same sexiness that my ma had but her tits and arse were huge... gigantic big saggy tits that sagged and an a massive big fat arse.

My first wet dream was of my grandma climbin' up over me and her big ruddy face leanin' down for a kiss. I blew cum everywhere and from then on I was hooked.

'Cause I knew how much she loved me, I started to take liberties. Nothing too serious at first... but like, when she hugged me, I'd bury my face right down deep into her cleavage, smellin' that Pears Soap and Lilly of the Valley perfume she loved.

As I got older my hands'd go walkin' and I'd get to hold a big boob. Through her cashmere sweater was best, but a T-shirt or one of her nightgowns was just as good. She'd pretend I wasn't doin' nothin' but I remember how hard I could make her nipples... like little bullets.

It was the same for her big ol' arse. Her gorgeous big butt stuck out behind her like two big balloons attached around her waist. If I happened to be standing close, like if she was doin' something, like peeling potatoes or standing by the washing machine, I'd accidentally (on purpose) manage to get my hand into the big deep cleft between her butt cheeks. It'd nestle my hand in there real sweet...

... and I could get in pretty deep, especially if she was wearing a dress or them baggy old lady pants. It was warm as toast in there and she didn't mind me doin' that neither Howie.

One thing she really liked, if there was no one else about, was me rubbin' her big belly. She just loved that, sighing happily as I rubbed her through her clothes... in front of the telly maybe... or lyin' on her big old bed.

"It's very relaxing dear", she'd say as I rubbed the big round pot.

Later on, when Ma decided Gran needed more care, she came to live with us.

My dickhead father whinged and carried on but my mom loved her mom more than anything so there was never any question about what would happen. Gran moved into my little bedroom with me and slept in Bobby's old bed.

There was no discussion with me about it and I didn't expect none. This was back in the seventies, right?... before kids were asked how they felt about this or that. And anyway, if I was asked, I'd've said yes. I loved my grandma heaps and I was happy to be able to help her.

She ended up living with us for years and years and most of the time she was just fine. Maybe not always the sharp old lady she used to be but still smarter than any of the dickheads in this place [prison].

When she came to stay, and to sleep next to me in my bedroom, all them sexy fantasies I had about her were runnin' through my mind. I was a real horny young fucker. But even so the best I dared hope for was to catch a glimpse of her tits.

I had no idea it'd pan out like it did.

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BILLY AND GRAN'S BEDROOM

Right from the start we was real good together, Gran and me. We got along just fine. Every night we'd take turns in the bathroom, shower, brush our teeth, get ready for bed... like that...

When Bobby was around he and me used to sleep naked but I couldn't walk around like that with my gran. I'd jump into bed wearing my underpants and then drag 'em off under the covers.

Of course, Gran was different.

Whether it was stinkin' hot or freezin' cold Gran wore nightgowns. She had a bunch of em, covered in faded roses or little bluebells or some other pretty flower... there was one with little pink hearts. Some were long... down to her ankles, but heaps of 'em were pretty short... mid-thigh or just over her knees.

When she wore those ones, which was often, she showed off lots o' leg. Real nice legs too for an old bird, slim ankles, shapely calves, up to her big round feminine thighs...

I remember, on the very first night we shared a room, Gran bent down to get something out of one of the low drawers in the wardrobe, and I got a good look at her big luscious arse... like the sun risin' in all its glory. That short nightdress rode right up over those marvellous big globes and I saw everything... her pretty puckered asshole and her big gappin' cunt... that tantalising dark hairy cavern... just made for my big cock.

Apart from me sometimes catchin' glimpses of her body, nothin' happened straight away. It was little by little, day by day and week by week. We got into a routine, she and me, sleepin' side-by-side in them little single beds just like Bobby and me used to... 'sept no jerkin' off together or cocksuckin'. I had to jerk off under the covers.

We'd read a little before we went to sleep. Gran was a big reader, always readin' some big book. She's the one got me into it.

"Books let you travel without going anywhere, Billy," she'd say.

So I gave it a go. I figured I sure wasn't gonna see the world any other way.

At the time I only had comics. I was partial to The Flash and The Phantom. Pretty soon though she had me readin' Treasure Island... what a fuckin great story. Then Tom Sawyer... T' Kill a Mockin'bird... Lord o' the Flies... all them great stories. I tell you this Howard, I got more from them books than any teacher could ever teach me.

When we heard Ma and Pa fuckin' we'd just keep reading, pretending we couldn't hear the headboard bangin' against the wall or the two of 'em screamin' and yellin'.

I remember glancing over at Gran wonderin' what she was thinkin'. But she just settled back against her pillows with her slim little bifocal glasses on the end of 'er nose, looking down at the book she cradled on her belly like nothin' was going on in the next room... as if fuckin' like that was just as normal as normal could be.

Just havin' 'er there, lying beside me, made me hard. I thought she was so fuckin' sexy Howard - and with ma and pa carryin' on in the other room - I'd be reading (and re-reading) as I fondled my hardon. Gran'd sit her beautiful big tits out over the top of the blankets. I used to think her gigantic cleavage always looked as though it was about to bust out of her nightdress at any second... big nipples outlined through the soft material... mmmm... so suckable...

When Mom and Dad finished fucking for the night, that was our cue to turn our bed lights off but we'd chat a little before we went to sleep. I loved listening to Gran talk. Her raspy old voice was like honey and molasses.

The street lights outside glowed soft through the window between us, bathing us both in a pale yellow light. I could see the silhouette of her big booby body beside me, no more than three feet away.

With the clack, clack, clack of the 'L' going past, I'd listen to my nan tell stories of her past - jobs, adventures, old friends, all the time jerkin' my big cock to the sound of her husky old voice.

Her yarns were great and she had 'em down real good. That dear old lady taught me how to read, tell stories, and then how to fuck.

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CHICAGO WINTER

Nothin' happened between us till the winter of '77 when it got bitter cold and our little bedroom was freezin'.

There was an old cast-iron radiator under the window but it was an iffy kind of heat at the best of times. My ma complained to the landlord but nothing ever got fixed. All we could do was pile on the blankets.

One night I woke up to the sound of my gran whimpering.

It was so fuckin' cold I started shivering straight away. The fuckin' radiator had completely crapped itself - no heat at all. There was ice coverin' the glass on the window between us and my breath fogged like I was smokin' a cigarette.

"Are... are y... you okay n... nan?"

"C... cold... Billy. Soo... c... cold."

The sweet old lady was standing over my bed, the street lights reflecting off her lush curvaceous body. She was huggin' herself and shiverin', looking down at me real pathetic.

Without thinking I pulled my blankets back, for the moment forgetting I was naked. Nan didn't hesitate. She climbed into that little single bed with me and, laying on her side, pushed her big butt up against me. She was like ice, shivering like crazy...

"I'm... so c... c... cold B... B... Billy..."

My right arm was already under her big soft bulk and I put the other over her belly, cuddlin' her close. After 'bout ten minutes, she was warming up. Still shakin' a bit but not as bad.

"You're like a hot water bottle Billy," she whispered. Her voice was soft and husky like... sexy soundin'...

Gran's big soft bottom was pushed up against me.

When she'd got into my her nightdress had ridden up 'round 'er waist. We was skin on skin. The warm flesh of her big fat ass enveloped me...

... I'm tellin' yu straight Howie, it wasn't intentional but my big hard cock was resting into the cleft of her butt and I was immediately hard as fuck.

"It is better, isn't it Gran?" I mumbled half apologetically. "Our... you know... body heat... and all that..."

"It's so much better Billy dear," she sighed, sleepily wigglin' her big bare bottom back against me. "Thank you for looking after me so well."

"I'd do... I'd do anything for you Nan," I gasped as my erection explored deeper and deeper between the big warm butt cheeks.

"I love you, Billy," she murmured.

I didn't know what to do. I was squeezing her tight. There was nowhere for my prick to go but between her legs...

"I love you too Gran..."

... my whole big thick ten inches was proddin' up against her like it had a mind of its own. My face was pressed into her her short curly grey hair...

... I was so fuckin horny I couldn't think straight. I remember that Lilly of the Valley old lady perfume she always wore. That smell makes me bar-up to this day...

... her big old body slowly stopped shiverin' and her breathin' calmed and before I knew what was happenin' I figured she was asleep...

"You awake Nan?" I whispered.

... but she was snorin' gentle and calm. Not like a chainsaw or nothin' gross... just like an old lady'd snore...

I reckon I prayed then... for the first time... thankin' god for this wonderful turn of events. It was fuckin' heaven Howard. My cock was buried up to the hilt between my nan's big soft butt cheeks. My grandmother's pussy was right there...

... I ran my hand down her side and felt the hem of her nightie bunched up high up on her hip...

... and a bit further down 'er leg... 'er bare flesh...

... she didn't react at all.

"Gran?" I whispered. Nuthin'.

"Gran!" I go a bit louder...

... and still nuthin'...

... I arched my back away a little, changing the angle so my cock was aimed more upwards...

She don't seem to notice Howie. If anything she snuggled back harder against me...

... I started pushin' up into her...

... more and slowly more... deeper and deeper between her immense fat butt cheeks...

... I couldn't help myself Howie! I was shaking with excitement. I wasn't even sure where my cock was headin' but her lovely big bum was so soft 'n' round. It was like I was already fucking her...

"You... you still asleep Gran?" I gasps, like the stupid young twat I was.

... I remember I thought that she didn't seem to mind... or maybe she really didn't notice. Maybe she's a real, real hard sleeper. I was a fuckin kid, wasn't I? I wasn't even sure I was doing it right. I'd seen my ma and pa do it but being in that situation myself for the first time I was unsure...

She don't say nothin', Howie. She was breathin' just like she'd been before, with those cute little snorin' sounds.

I was emboldened and started leavering up, holding her thick chunky hips and feeling around for her cunt, grinding it up in there. I may have been a virgin but I knew heaven was someplace close...

... the head of my cock come up against somethin'... soft and yieldin'...

I tell yu, if that pokin' and proddin' around didn't wake her nothin' was gonna. And I was that fucking horny Howard, I don't reckon I'd've stopped if she'd've woke up.

... and then the big bulbous head of my prick was rasping against pubic hair. I'd never felt nothin' like it... course and wet and...

For the first time, she seemed to stir a little. My massive cock in the openin' of her big gapin' cunt made her let out a little sigh like a cat purrin'...

... she leaned away a little, bendin' at the waist, which made her more accessible. I reckon I coulda' died happy right then.

I was takin' it real real slow...

... the head was definitely inside...

... and the more I prodded against the opening the wetter she was gettin'...

... I could feel how juicy she was...

I didn't know then but it was just the right thing to do. Older ladies don't get as wet so quick as they do when they's younger...

... Gran was already slippery wet...

Her snorin' changed so it was more like moanin' sound... like aaaahhhmmm... aaaahhhmmm... like clearin' her throat, or something like that... not like a real word or nothin', just a long sort of groanin' sound like she was getting into a hot bath.

When the shaft of my cock was between her cunt lips, her moaning groaning got a little louder, like, "aaaaAA AHHHHHM MMmmm," and as I pushed in further she done it again... "aaAAA HHHHHM MMM..."

Oh fuckkkk. Can you imagine how good it felt right Howard? I get so fuckin' hard thinkin' about it even now after all this time... that wonderful old woman...

Her old cunt felt like.. fuck I don' know... like a hundred times better'n my hand. The more I pushed in the louder she was gettin' and I was sure she'd have to be awake...

"Ohhh gran," I whimpered in her ear, "your c... cunt feels so good..."

... but she didn't say nothin', Howard. Still seemed asleep 'sept for that low deep moaning sound.

I was naive back then. I thought maybe she was dreaming something sexy like I did sometimes... Now I'm older I see how daft that was... She was definitely awake but playin' possum.

Inch by inch by inch I eased all the way into her until I was in up to the hilt, my gigantic ten inch cock, rock hard and pulsin', right up in my grandmother's cunt.

"Oh fuckk... Oh fuckkk," I was saying under my breath. It felt so good.

I started movin' inside her... slow at first...

... then a little faster...

I started fuckin' her, in and out, in and out, in and out... a little faster again... in out, in out, in out, in out... faster again...

Soon I was humpin' her pretty fast... holdin' her fatty waist fat... in out, in out, in out, in out, in out, in out, in out, in out... crying like a baby it felt so good... the bed was squeekin'...

... with one arm under and the other over, I clasped my hands around her big round belly and under her huge saggy soft teats.

"Oh Gran... oh Gran... oh Gran..."

She added a sort of "Uggg" to her low groany sounds.

When I really started pounding her I swear she was pushin' back against me... meeting my thrusts into her...

... and then I shot my load, spasming in my grandma's womb, shooting squirt after squirt of cum up inside her...

I was as silent as I could be but I was still pretty loud. I'd just lost me cherry for fucks sake...

Still my grandmother says nothin'... just kept 'sleepin'...

I pulled my used-up prick out and lay against her, holding her tight. I was all hot and sweaty, and breathin' heavy, my heart beatin' like I'd run a marathon.

That's how we lay all night, she and I, huggin' tight. And when I woke up that's how we was. It was still really cold but we was both warm and snug. I could sense she was awake too and I snuggled in close, my lips against her neck.

"Did yu sleep okay, Nan?" I whispered in her pretty little ear.

"Oh yes dear," she muttered, happy and clear as a bell. "You warmed me up real well. I slept like a baby."

"Me too Gran... just like bugs in a rug..."

"I had lovely dreams Billy," she says.

I thought she was saying something about what I did but she didn't say nothin' else about it so I didn't know what to say. After a while, she got out of bed like it was just a normal day and it didn't feel like anything more needed to be said.

Looking at her then I felt all sorts of different thoughts. Apart from lovin' 'er more than my life, I remember I couldn't believe she hadn't noticed what had happened. I was about to say something but she beat me to it...

"Brrrrrr, it's cold dear," she said as she modestly patted her nightgown down her legs. "These old bones don't warm like they used to."

I stared at her lovely big tits, stretchin' out the front of her nightie, huge boobs and big nipples poking' through, the cold air makin' them big and stiff like bullets... her plump belly... her wide fat hips...

My cock was instantly hard again and I fondled it lovingly as I watched her parade around our bedroom, picking up her brushes and creams, bendin' over to rummage in the wardrobe drawers, pulling out the big granny panties and bra she was going to wear that day, as well as her green wool coat, and then she was gone, out to the bathroom to get changed.

When she came back she was fully dressed and I thought how glamorous she looked, snuggled into her forest green mohair overcoat. It was real stylish, long down her legs, double-breasted with six brass buttons laid out like the six on a dice.

She sat down beside me on my little bed.

"Thats better," she said. "I'm nice and warm now."

Was she playin' it cool 'cause she didn't know what to do and say after her horny grandson had fucked her brains out? Or maybe she really had been asleep, though she'd have to have been a pretty fuckin' deep sleeper.

"I'm so grateful to you William," she said. "I don't know what I'd have done without you last night..."

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THE NEXT NIGHT

Gran and me did a heap of things that day, hangin' out together like we used to do when I was a little kid. I helped her do the washin' and she made me ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch.

It was a great day and nothin' said about what happened 'cept she seemed to want to kiss me more'n usual... maybe cause I wanted her to? And we walked arm in arm back from the shops... that was real nice.

We didn't talk about the previous evening at all and, at the end of the day, we found ourselves alone in our bedroom again, getting ready for bed like we always did.

Like normal, I was under the covers when she comes in, pretended I was readin' - but I was checking her out the whole time... little peepin' looks over the top of my book.

The dear old thing was just out of the hot shower, wearin' her dressing gown that had to be older than Moses. Her great big boobs always looked like they were about to fall out. They made this most wonderful deep cleft... a shadowy inviting canyon that I wanted to bury my face in.

She was always sexy lookin' but that night she was absolutely fuckin' intoxicating. The smell of her wafted over me like an angel's breath... a clean warm soapy smell. My ten incher had bared up under the blankets, stickin' up like a fuckin' circus tent. She'd have to have been blind to miss it and I think I saw that dear old lady smile Howie... just for a second... a little upturn in the corner of her mouth...

She kept doing this and that, you know, the stuff women do. Creams and lotions and so on but she glanced my way a few times... sorta lookin' past if you know what I mean... chattin' on about one thing or another, pretendin' not to notice that I was tuggin' my cock even though I'd dropped my book on the floor and the blankets was going up and down for fucks sake.

Like always, when she took off 'er gown and hung it on the hook behind the door, I turned on the lamp between our two beds. Then Nan turned off the room's main light and sat down on her bed opposite me in her cotton nightdress.

I loved this time of the evening. Without 'er gown I could see everything.

Because she'd just got out of the shower her nightgown would cling, stretched out by the weight of her great big saggy tits. Her magnificent cleavage was deep and long... soft and inviting looking... big nipples pointing wetly through...

As she applied cream and teased her short curly grey-white hair with a hairbrush, she rabbited on about one thing or another, chatting happily as her grandson ogled her busty body.

The bedside lamp cast our two little beds in a halo of psychedelic light, deep shadows everywhere else, like the boudoir of some high-class workin' girl. She was like a mature BBW prostitute temptin' her horny young client.

Do you know Howard, even now I'm not sure she really understood what we were doin'. To me, she was still sharp and intelligent but do you think maybe there really was a screw loose somewhere? Or do yu think she was just old and randy and didn't give a fuck?

Back then I had no idea. She chattered away like I was grandpa and we'd been married for years, glancin' at my crotch now and again as I jerked off, her eyes twinklin' happily above her flushed red crabapple cheeks.

I found it easy to see the beautiful sexy woman hidden just below the surface of her lined old face and big saggy body. My grandmother was old and fat but to me she was perfect. Her big boobs had settled either side of her fat belly and her legs was spread like old women will do. I could see up under there to 'er cunt... a gaping dark shadow where my cock had been the night before...

"Oh dear it's still very cold again isn't it?" she says. "The shower was so nice and warm but now I can really feel the chill. I don't think I've ever been so cold as in this apartment. I'm all goose-flesh, look..."

She held her thick, tuck-shop lady arms out for me to see. Her old skin was all over dimpled flesh...

"The superintendent of this building is as lazy as your father," she shivered as she pulled the blankets back on her bed. "Neither of them would care if we froze to death."

"Maybe I... I could keep yu warm again Nan," I suggested all innocent like.

She looked a me with such love in her plump rosy face that I almost felt bad about what I was thinkin'.

"Would you do that Billy dear?" she asked in her soft, course voice. "That would be wonderful if it's not too much of an imposition?"

"Course nan," I said more eagerly than I meant to. "I mean I get cold too Nan... body heat will keep us warm..."

"Yes... that's absolutely true my darling," she said enthusiastically. "Come in here and snuggle with your granny..."

Nan climbed into her bed, pulled the thick layers of blankets and sheets aside, and scrunching over, left room for me to get in. I had a wonderful moment of realisation when I saw that her nightdress was bunched up over her plump round belly... a scrunched up role of cotton under her boobs. It had either bunched up as she got into bed or she pulled it up on purpose...

... either way, Gran was naked below the waist. I saw the dark triangle of her pubic hair...

Howie, I was out of my bed like a shot and it was only then that I remembered! My big cock was sticking up like an iron bar! I was so eager I'd forgotten I was naked.

And do you wanna know what else? That wonderful old lady pretended not to notice!

She lay on her back and I slid in beside her on my side. Our limbs immediately intertwined, holding each other close and Gran pulled the blankets up over our nakedness...

... I put my left hand was on the bare skin of her belly. I felt her leg against mine, my hard dick leaning over her thigh...

... and I starts rubbin' 'er big pot belly how she used to like it when I was a kid - like rubbin' a Buddha's belly for luck... like my dad always used to do to the big fibreglass one outside Kim Yungs Noodle Palace.

"Ahh... that is just lovely," she sighed.

"You... you used to like me doin' this Gran," I gasped. "When... when I was a little tike..."

"I do Billy... I love you touching me like this... it's so nice..."

My dear old gran with her sweet smile and smellin' o' roses, let me lay my head over her boobs. I nuzzled in... my face delving into the soft cleavage between the stretched V-neck of her cotton nightie. Gran kissed the top of my head.

"Sure is n... nan," I stammered, nuzzling into her big soft tits. "It's a pretty nice way to... um... keep warm hey?"

My giant hard cock was pressed against her skin... squeezed deliciously between my body and hers...

"I love being close to you Billy," she muttered, her fingers combin' through my curly hair. "You feel so good to cuddle... like when you were a little boy... you were kind and loving to your old nanna then as well... we were always special friends... do you remember?"

"Yes n... nan," I mumbled happily.

As I rubbed 'er her big round tummy her arms squeezed me tighter...

"I really love you Billy," she muttered huskily. "Do you like being my special friend baby? It's ok if you don't... I know I'm an old lady but..."

I could feel her warm breath on the top of my head. Her lips were in my curly hair...

"You're my best friend, Gran," I said. "There ain't nobody I love more'n you."

I meant it too. I still love her Howard... even though she's gone...

This seemed to make her real happy. She started tellin' stories about me and her when I was a little scamp.

"When your mother got that job at the packing house, I'd watch you all day... playing with your blocks and colouring in...

I listened to her tales and, as she gabbled on, I nuzzled a nipple through the cotton nightdress. This broke her train of thought for a moment... but then she tickled the back of my neck and kept going, chattering away...

"... I'll never forget the way you would play, building all sorts of things..."

... I suckled on her big fat nipple through the thin material of her nightie, making it damp...

"... great... (mmmm)... great big buildings that you'd keep adding to until they fell..."

I had moved my hand down the slope of her belly until I felt pubic hair.

"I... I looked after you so well," she went on, spreadin' her legs a little...

"Do you... do you remember Billy dear?" she sighed as she ran her fingers through my hair. "(mmmmm)... do... do you remember baby?"

I'd put my hand right on her cunt... I could feel it hot under my fingers...

"Ohhh... oh Billy..."

"I sure do Gran," I said. "I remember everything." And I did Howard. I wasn't just sayin' it.

For a moment she stopped 'er talkin'. She was breathin' heavy as I patted and combed my fingers through her big hairy muff...

... but she started up again... just like as if her grandson wasn't caressin' her cunt... sighing contentedly as she thought back to them earlier times...

"I shall never forget the way you would... (mmmm)... stack those blocks up as high as you could and... and then you'd knock them over. It was so cute. You were such a... a... (mmmmmmmm)... cute little fellow, Billy dear"

I must've been doin' it right. She seemed to like my rookie fingers between her legs. I explored around the edges of her big meaty cunt that was spread open like a flower, and an interesting large protruding bump at the top... her large clitoris nestled in her thick browny grey pubic hair. She seemed to shiver when I fondled it so I kept doin' it. Nan spread her legs wide...

"... yes... so cute...(mmmmm)... so sweet... with a big silly grin as your tower came... (mmmmm)... (oh)... tumbling down...

I felt my way into her... sliding my fingers in... First, it was just my two middle fingers in and then, pretty quick it was all four, and flicking that little bump with my thumb...

She started moanin'... "Mmmmm oooohh..." her body started movin', liftin' up and down as I fingered her lush wet cunt...

"I'd pretend (ohhhh mmmm) I'd pretend to be sad that it fell. But you Billy... you'd just laugh and laugh and laugh..." (... ohhhh mmmmm...)

She kept talkin' the whole time, telling me stories about what I was like as a little kid, chatting away like we were sittin' on the front steps drinkin' lemonade, even as her luxurious body started movin' up against my hand...

"Aaaaa... ohhhh yessss... mmmmm... such a handsome boy..."

I looked up into her face, movin' in close and we was kissin'... moanin' and kissin' my grandma lips as I finger-fucked her...

... my tongue was in her mouth when she orgasmed. Her big old body suddenly tensed up, her body sort of arching off the mattress. She said nothin' for 'bout five or ten seconds... no talking, no sound at all...

... and then it came with a big gush of liquid, spurtin' out over my hand... splatterin' onto the sheets and me...

"mmmmm MMMMMMM OOOOOOOOOO, MMMMMM OHHHH, MMMM OOOOHH..."

... over and over and over, her old body buckin' up and down till she settled back, gasping and shaky.

After that she let me climb up on top of her. I remember her feverish hands on me as clambered up, layin' between her big fat thighs like they was a platform...

... I leaned out over her... holdin' myself up with one arm and guiding my big thick cock into her with the other. She was soakin' wet. My ten incher slid it in easy as pie...

"Oh Billy," she cried as I started fucking her. "Oh, my darling Billy Boy... dear BILLY..."

It was the first time she'd said my name like that and I really liked it.

Nan was gasping and groaning with pleasure as I slid my big dong in and out of her. I was up over her like in that missionary position I'd seen me Ma and Pa do, lookin' down at the big happy smile on her plump round face.

I asked if I was doing it right as I fucked her, 'cause I didn't know. She looked like she was enjoying it... her eyelids were half closed and she was lickin' her lips... wagging her head back and forth...

"Ahhhh yesssss... oh yesss... so good Billy dear... my sweet Billy Boy... mmm my darling Billy... it's the very best feeling..."

I loved hearing her say it.

"I... fuckin... love... you... nan..." I managed as I stroked in and out of her wonderful old cunt.

The faster I fucked her the more she liked it. I felt her hands on my ass cheeks... her fingers digging in, pulling me in deep. In the corner of my eye, I saw her big plump legs right up in the air on either side of me... shakin' like the bows of a tree.

I hammered myself into her, all my weight slamming down against 'er... the little bed squeak, squeak, squeakin'... I could feel myself about to blow...

"I'm gonna cum gran... OHHH FUCK GRAN... IM GUNNA..."

"Do it B... Billy... do it... blow it all... in me my darling... cum in me... cum innnnn meeeeee..."

My dear sweet gran wrapped those plump legs over my back, lockin' her ankles... her fingernails scratchin' down my back... and the cum just exploded out of my cock, right up inside her...

"AHHHH YESSS... OH YES, GRAN... MY LOVELY LOVELY GRAN..."

It came and came, spasming inside her like a fire hose.

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AT THE MOVIES

The next day was Monday but I skived off school... like I did a lot I guess. I always knew I wasn't gonna be no brain surgeon or nuthin... and here I am right?

My ma left for work early and my pa didn't get out of bed till midday so there was nobody to make me do different. Gran was always sayin', 'Get an education William', and, 'Knowledge is your ticket to anywhere'... stuff like that, but on this particular day she didn't seem to mind me playin' hooky at all.

We decided to make a day of it, just she and I, wonderin' about, happily arm in arm. We was walkin' on cloud nine Howie!

It was a beautiful cold sunny day. The chill bit at your face and the sun made everything sparkle. We was so hung up on each other that our happy befuddled minds thought our poor old neighbourhood looked like a fairy kingdom. The shitty little church on 24th and Wabash was glistening like St. Pauls Cathedral in Rome.

Gran looked brilliant as well. She was wearing that double-breasted green wool coat I told you about and sexy high black boots that completely covered and protected her legs. Big dark glasses stopped the glare off the snow banks and on top she had on furry black snow hat like they wear in Russia...

Fuck she was hot-lookin'. Like a mature-age fashion model... or maybe a retired actress... or a wealthy socialite.

Howie, next to her, I looked like a fuckin' nobody.

I figured people would think I was a mugger or something in my crappy old bomber jacket and blue jeans but, when I told her what I was thinking, the dear old woman just laughed.

"What a silly boy you are," she said, squeezin' my arm. "They're all thinking I'm a cradle robber... an old woman with a sexy young jigalo she's purchased for some fun!"

I couldn't see her eyes behind her sunglasses but her plump cheeks were glowin' and her big wide smile didn't waiver. She meant it. She was as happy as me.

Ha! Can you believe it Howie? I didn't even know what a jigalo was!

There was snow everywhere but the paths were clean. We went for a nice slow walk down to the river, holding hands as happy as larks. Nan brought us hotdogs and coke and we sat on a park bench near the water and ate 'em.

Then we went to the movies.

Nan's legs was gettin' sore when we happened to walk past the old Tivoli Cinema on Bathurst. We decided to sit in the foyer for a bit 'cause the chairs were comfy and it was heated good.

The display cases showed King Kong was playing. It was the one with Jeff Bridges and that gorgeous Jessica Lange. I says to Gran how great it all looked and she says, "Very exciting," and, cause the matinee was about to start, we decided to go see it.

Gran buys the tickets and, once we'd checked our coats and Grans snow hat, we made our way inside.

Under her coat my lovely old granny was wearing a maxi dress that I hadn't seen until now. It could only have been made in the 70s - a long blousy 'flower power' frock with a print of colourful flowers and white feminine lace around the hem. The plunging neckline hugged her big boobs like a bra, bulging out like magnificent big white melons. It gathered in tight around her waist before it bulged out again over her big belly, hanging down below it in loose pleats...

"You look beautiful Nan," I said as we waited in the snack line. "That dress is amazing on you..."

"Really William? I thought it might be a bit tight..."

"It suits you perfect Gran," I says. "Makes you look like a movie star!"

"You are my wonderful sweet darling boy," she said happily and put her arm through mine, pressin' her boobs against me. "I'm so happy you think like that..."

And she did Howard. It would've been a baggy sack on most women but I reckon it fitted my gran perfect, clingin' like paint to her lovely big saggy tits, but hanging loose and flaring out underneath...

We found some seats right in the back row like boyfriend and girlfriend, with popcorn and everything. The chairs were the kind where the armrest folds up so we did that. Her big old butt squashed against me real cozy nice.

It was the early show in the middle of the week so it wasn't packed but there were a few people about. The closest was a mom with her two kids in the next row and across a few seats. She smiled politely when she saw us... probably thinking how nice it was a boy an' his gran would go to the movies together. And there was another couple, a hippy-looking pair, but they was heaps away and laughin' like they was stoned.

Gran and me were obviously just grandmother and grandson. Nobody looked twice.

It was nice and warm and the seats were them big old-fashioned ones with plenty of legroom. We stretched out easy. When I slouched down like a tough, resting my head on the back of the seat, my lovely old gran did the same, giggling like a little girl.

Then the lights went down.

In the hushed silence and concealing dark we snuggled closer. I put my left arm around, over her shoulders and the other hand on her belly, startin' up them big swirly rubbin' strokes that I knew she loved.

"This is very nice Billy," she sighed, putting her head on my shoulder.

"Sure is nan," I whispered back and kissed the top of her head.

The movie began with a loud crash and the huge KING KONG title, exploded onto the screen.

"Your arm feels strong around me Billy," she muttered happily. "You make me feel so safe..."

"I'm always gonna be there for you Nan," I said... and meant it too. I'd have died for that old lady.

Nan spread her legs apart so I figured I had the go-ahead...

... I put my hand on her knee and slid it up under her loose dress. Pretty soon my horny fingers found their way to her snatch...

... and by the time the actors found their way onto the old tramp steamer and headed out to sea, I was fondling Gran's pussy through her underwear. Her knickers were warm and wet...

"You're so hot Nan..." I whispered.

My dear beautiful old grandmother turned her head and looked up at me. "I love you so much Billy, she said quietly back.

Even though it was dark, the light from the screen flickered in her eyes so full of love I wanted to cry and I could feel her hot breath on my lips...

Then my gran and I was kissin'... a long deep passionate kiss that went on and on... our lips pressed together... our tongues intertwined deep each other's mouth...

"Dear Billy," she gasped, all passionate and breathy, "do you think you can help me get these darn bloomers off?"

When she leans back in that cinema seat to get her butt up in the air, the whole row creaked real loud and I seen the lady in front of us glance back, but I didn't think she could see what we were doin'.

Granny's panties were big granny underpants and hard to get off, but once we managed to get 'em past her big butt it was a bit easier. There was enough room for me to get down on the floor so I knelt down between her legs, and I pulled 'em all the way down over her knees, down around her ankles, and off, stuffing 'em in my back pocket.

"You know what Howard, I still got 'em. Want to see?"

[Note from Howard Krunk.

Billy and I were in our cell, lying on our bunks, when he asked me this. It was after lights out so pretty dark but enough lights seeped in under the door to see my cock in my hand and Billy dangling a large piece of white fabric from his bunk above me.

"You can use 'em if you want," he said. "But you got to wash 'em after."

I took his granny's knickers and opened them up. They were huge. I couldn't smell her on them, we'd been in for years so I hadn't expected to. But to think Billy' grandmother had worn them was so hot. I thanked him profusely and wrapped the silky satin around my knob. Billy went back to his story and I kept wanking with his grandmother's panties around my cock.]

The idea to lick her old cunt popped into my head Howie, and my mouth started watering.

I was still kneelin' on the cinema carpet and Gran's was legs spread either side of me. Her bare bum was on the fake dark green leather seat, her skirt up around her waist. It was dark but know her panties were off I knew her yummy old cunt was just up there, hidden in shadow where her chunky fat thighs met.

Kneeling on the grungy floor surrounded by lolly wrappers I crept up between my grandmother's spread legs. The old lady mumbled something like, "dear sweet Billy," and pulled her dress down over my head. It was black as the ace of spades under there but I felt my way through her thick pubic hair and slid my fingers into her.

She was real fuckin' wet Howie... I mean soakin'. My fingers came out drippin' with her juices. She tasted like lemonade...

I stretched my head closer and, when I felt her pubic hair scratchin' my cheeks and then against my lips, I buried my nose into the springy wiry mass and breathed deep.

I hear her gasp, just loud enough to hear, "Ohh... oh you're bad. "You're a bad... ohhh... bad boy..."

Fuck she smelled good Howie, clean and sweet but musky... so tantalising I was powerless to resist. With my nose tangled in her pubes, I stuck my tongue up between the spread folds of her pussy lips...

"Mmmmm, oh B... Billy..." she mutters quietly...

Gran spread her legs as wide as she could and slouched down in the chair, pressing her whole cunt over my face...

... and, as I lapped inside her big meaty pussy, I felt her hands on my head, gripping me through the material of her skirt, pressing me urgently against her...

She tasted as good as she smelled, sweet and wet. Fuck Howard I licked that old woman's cunt like she was my last meal. And she was lovin' it too, groaning louder and louder...

At first, we were all good. It was dark, nobody could see us and the movie was loud, so we could make a bit of noise. But I must've been doin' her real good 'cause her sobs and groans got louder, loud enough for me to hear over King Kong roaring in Dolby sound...

... then I almost shat myself. There was a beam of light or something. I could see it through the material of Grandma's dress...

"Are you okay madam?" says a man's voice.

It was the fuckin' usher. Someone must'a heard Gran moaning and he'd come to investigate.

I froze, and Gran clamped her big thighs against me, squeezin' me ears...

"Yes... yes thank you dear," Gran comes back all husky and apologetic. "I'm perfectly fine thank you."

I guess I figured he hadn't noticed the bulge of my head in the old lady's lap so I just kept lickin'. When I started lappin' inside 'er again, Nan jumped...

"You're being too noisy ma'am. We're getting complaints!"

"I'm so very sorry. My hearings not wh... what it used to be..."

"Please keep it down madam!"

"Yes... mmm... yesss dear," says Gran and, as the torch light faded away she spreads 'er legs again and pushes my head urgently into her wet ol' snatch...

The old woman was oozin' tasty juices... they was leaking out of her like a tap... I slurped it all up like it was sweet white wine, drinkin' the torrents as her little mini orgasms made her buck against me...

My tongue was lickin' inside and my nose was flippin' back and forth over her clit. Even though she'd promised to be quiet her massive orgasm made her cry out loud...

"oooOOOH... aaaAAAAAHHHH..."

She couldn't help herself Howie but there was a avalanche of 'shhhhhes' and a few 'shut ups' as well...

The dear old thing tried to be quiet but even though she clamped her mouth shut, she was still humming like a bumble bee.

When I finally came out from under and retook my seat, Gran still tryin' to get her shit together. She was breathin' heavy... gasping' for breath...

"You ok Gran?" I whispered. "Take yu time," I says...

"I'll be... I'll be alright dear... oh dear... goodness me..."

I started to freak out. I've killed my gran. She's gunna have a fuckin' stroke or something...

"Nan! Gran... are you alright?"

She didn't say anything just looked at me with them big blue eyes and I seen she was wellin' up. And then I saw a tear rollin' down...

And you wanna know what then Howard? You wanna know what she did? That lovely old lady took my face in her wrinkly grandma hands and kissed me on the mouth, not carin' that my face was wet with her cum... a long sweet kiss... our tongues intertwined... lips pressed firm together... breathin' each other's air...

I'm tellin' yu dude, you ain't lived till you've French kissed your grandmother.

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THE THIRD NIGHT

We'd had a big day but Gran still managed the five flights of stairs up to our place pretty well for an old girl.

For once the fifth-floor hallway was empty. Nine times out of ten there'd usually be someone there.

There were all sorts of nice cookin' smells coming from behind closed doors... cabbage from the other Pollocks, there was loads o' them, or the Italians serving some beautiful saucy tomato pasta, and the Viets in 5D were making something with loads of garlic. There was kids screamin', people talkin', laughin'...

... but outside our apartment we could hear Ma and Pa fightin' again. Gran and I stood side by side at the door listening to the screamin' and yellin', lookin' at each other sadly. Our lovely day together was coming to an end.

She looked so lovely Howie.

Gran wasn't tall but neither was I. I was still a young bloke with some growin' to do. Back then my eyes looked straight into her baby blues, wide and lovely, her crabapple cheeks glowin' happily.

I wanted to kiss her real bad but I was just a kid, right? I wanted to take 'er in my arms... but... well, I couldn't seem to move.

You know what she did Howie? Right therein that hallway my lovely old grandmother seen I was a bit lost and came to me instead.

"Thank you for a wonderful day Billy," she says. "I had a lovely time."

"Me too Gran..."

She put her arms around me and kissed me holding me tight, pressin' her luscious old lady body against my slim one. When she opened her mouth our tongues went into each other's mouths. I gripped her big butt and Gran ran her fingers through my hair...

... I pushed her up against our door... liftin' her dress...

... if it wasn't for the sound of my folks screaming at each other I'd've fucked her in the hallway and not give a shit if someone saw us. But their fight had stepped up a notch and snapped us back to reality.

They were so engrossed they hardly noticed Gran and me come in.

The bickering was about the same old things, my pa's laziness and their lack of money. Ma, who'd been working all day, was making dinner. My father... well all he'd been doing is getting pissed. They were hurling insults at each other like slinging' shit. It was fuckin' awful Howie. Their fights always were. I knew from past experience it'd go on for ages, only stoppin' when they fucked each other.

Pathetic right? It's like it was the only way he could get her to shut up...

Dinner was real quiet... like calm before the storm... the eye of the twister. Have you heard that saying, Howie? It was another fuckin' miserable family dinner. I so sorry for my ma.

Gran left the table first, leaving most of her goulash, saying she was gunna have a shower, and had a shot at the old man as she went.

Something like, "I'm having a shower, Walter. Maybe it'll warm me up! The heating in this apartment is scandalous! You need to get it fixed! You've got responsibilities to your family..."

... and the old man exploded... swearing and carrying on like the fuckwit he was. Said he'd been trying to get it fixed and gran should be grateful we was looking after her, blah, blah, blah - we all knew he hadn't done nothin'. He was a big gutless waste of space that man.

Then Gran called him a hopeless loser who'd wrecked her daughter's life, lookin' at him like she was darin' him to say or do somethin'...

But he didn't. He was a typical bully. Confront him and he goes to water. Instead, he blustered a bit and went back to yellin' at Ma.

Shakin' her head as though she couldn't believe what a mistake my mom had made, Gran gave me a private wink as she walked away. I fuckin loved that old lady... she weren't scared o' nothin'.

Anyway that kicked off the argument again and after a few more minutes of listening to my folks carryin' on, I snuck off as well. They were too wrapped up yellin' at each other to notice me leave. From past experience, I knew they'd argue like this for a while and then fuck each other better.

Back in our room, I found Nan hanging her beautiful green mohair coat in the wardrobe.

Underneath was the sexy floral maxi dress she'd worn that day, pleated and long past her knees, her long black leather boots up under the hem.

"Oh Billy..."

She came to me like a lover Howie and I wrapped 'er up in my arms. My lips found hers and we was kissing... our tongues delving in each others mouths...

Without that heavy coat I could feel her curves, hot and needy moulding against me, her huge soft tits and belly squashed against my chest. I put my hands on her big fat arse and felt 'er naked butt cheeks through the light fabric of her dress. No panties Howard. I still had them underpants in my pocket... the same ones wrapped 'round your cock.

Gran comes up for air. "We're going to have so much fun dear," she pants and plants her lips back on mine again...

It was hot an' urgent Howie. Her hand snuck down between us and she held my cock through my jeans, squeezing my hardon. I was loosing control...

"You're the best Gran in the world," I gasped as stupid as you please. "There ain't one better anywhere."

"Dear Billy, you are such a devine young man," she sighed as I kissed her neck. "You... you will be my special, special boy and I will be your special loving granny..."

I was ready to fuck 'er again. I'd managed to lift her skirt up 'round 'er waist and was holding 'er big arse cheeks in my hands...

... but Gran suggests we take it slower and I get that. No point rushin' if we've got time is there? The longer it takes the better I reckon.

"Come and sit with me baby boy," she says all husky and horny.

This time I turned off the main bedroom light and Gran, sittin' on her bed, turned on our bedside lamp. The lime green and orange lampshade cast our dodgy little bedroom in dreamy sensuous light. We sat beside each other kissin' and gropin' each other like teenagers.

"Do you know Billy I have not seen you naked since you were a little boy," she says. "I think the last time was when I took Bobby and you to the Beach Club on Rowell Avenue. Do you remember?

"Sure Gran," I say. "We was just little fellas back then..."

I was looking down into her deep cleavage, checkin' out her huge tits. The top of her pretty floral dress was straining under the weight of them gigantic boobs. They looked like they wanted to pop the buttons holdin' them in.

"Would you take off your clothes for me Billy? I want to see you like that again... I want to see that big willy of yours properly..."

I didn't need askin' twice, Howie.

I got to my feet in front of her, standin' in the little gap between our beds. First I whipped off my old blue jumper and then my Led Zeppelin T-shirt.

Gran looked at my bare chest like she was gunna eat me, starrin' at my muscly stomach. Her legs were spread apart Howie... and hand was on her lap, curled up in a fist... pressin' it in...

Can you imagine Howie? She was a horny as me... knuckling her cunt through her dress... checkin' 'er grandson's abs..

"You're so fit Billy," she says huskily as she grinds 'er fist against her cunt. "You've always been a healthy boy..."

As I pulled my belt undone, Gran sat forward and ran her free hand down my six pack, lickin' 'er lips and caressin' the ripply muscles...

... I pulled the zipper down and dropped my jeans around my ankles. My cock is stretchin' out my underpants... a big damp precum patch over the head...

... Gran moans and grabs it... holding it... I can feel her breath...

"It's... it's huge Billy..."

"All cause of you Gran..."

... she uses both hands to release it, dragin' my undies down my legs. My big knob jumps out like it's alive... like it's reaching out for her...

I just about dies when she takes it in 'er hand. "I... I knew you were big Billy," she says, "but... but... I had no idea..."

She had some idea, Howie. She was pretendin'... like I'd been keeping it a secret... as though I hadn't fucked her brains out the previous evening...

"To see it and hold it is different," she says lustily as if she was readin' my mind. "It's such a lovely one... such a big one..."

She was holding me with two hands Howie, lookin' at it cross eyes. I was hard as a steel bar...

"... ohhhh Gran..."

... and starts strokin' it real nice... the wide smile on her face made me love her so much...

"... and it's not just long, it's so very thick as well..." she says.

She stroked me with one hand and, spreadin' her legs as wide as she could, cups her big cunt through her dress, opening and closing her fist...

A picture of Gran sucking me off popped into my head. I could feel her hot breath on my cock. She was gunna do it, Howie. My beautiful busty old grandmother was gonna suck my cock...

... the old lady was drawin' my closer to her lips...

"I love you, Gran..." I choked.

"And I love you the same special way right back Billy dear," she rasps and 'er little red tongue shot out and licked the big purple crown of my prick...

"Ohhhh fuckkkk Grannnn..." I gasped. "What're yu doin'?"

... she licked it again Howard. And then again... and again... like my dick was a lollipop... slurping up the precum that was oozin' out...

"Licking my lovely grandson's big willy," she croaked, "and doesn't he taste good..."

(lick, lick, lick... slurp... slurping me up like my cock was a straw...)

Gran opened wide and took the whole purple helmet in her mouth.

My grandma was sucking me off, Howie... just like my big brother did... just like you do... She sucked me up like she couldn't get enough...

... and I was dyin' Howard. Me legs felt weak. My grandma was suckin' my cock for christ's sake. I reached out and ran my hand through her short curly white hair...

"Oh god Gran... that's sooooo gooood," I sobbed.

... and it was Howie... just as good as you can imagine. The dear old thing sucked me in as deep as she could which was pretty much half. Her head was boppin' back and fourth, back and fourth, and she was making slobbering sounds... jerking the bottom half of my dick that she couldn't get in...

My granny was the best cocksucker ever. I don't know if she had practice or if she was just a natural. I couldn't believe it was happening Howie. Her sweet round face with her big rosy pink cheeks looked wrong with my ten inch cock in her mouth.

I held the back of her lovely old head. I was gonna cum right then. I could feel my my jizz percolating in my balls...

When she took too much down her gullet she choked a bit... couchin' up some bile and spit...

She takes me out of her mouth and licks her lips. "You taste good Billy," she rasped.

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To take her boots of she lifted her skirt high over her lap, flashin' her thick white cellulite thighs. I could see the mound of her big meaty cunt... hairy and wet were she'd been teasin' herself.

She was showin' me on purpose Howie... teasing me cause she liked that she made me so hard. I sat down across from her and watched her undress, slowly jerking my big boner...

There's three little buttons at the bust of her dress and she starts undoin' 'em. The skin of her décolletage starts to appear, sun damaged at the top and then white... her deep deep cleavage... then I see some white lace...

"You love your old grandmother don't you dear?" she says happily. "I love that you do..."

I tried to say 'YES' but it came out 'yessssssss', like a snake.

When the buttons are undone she shrugs the top part of the dress off her shoulders. My sexy old gran is sittin' opposite me in a massive lacy white bra that was holdin' up them gigantic norks of hers...

I must'a looked like a fuckin' imbecile, Howie. I sure as fuck couldn't speak and I reckon my mouth was hanging open. Her big old bra was this massive bolder holder that lifted her gigantic tits up in the deepest darkest softest cleavage you could imagine. It was like looking down into the Grand Canyon at night.

"Help me up my darling..."

When I help her to her feet she lifts her dress up over her head.

Can you imagine the lovely old broad Howie? My Granny Rosemary, wearin' nothin' but that industrial size bra and black stocking socks...? Her big gaping cunt was calling to me. She was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

When Gran unclasped her bra I was caught unawares. I was too busy starring at the mound of her pussy, considerin' lickin' her out again. Next thing I know she's cradlin' them big tits under 'er arms.

Then she let 'em go Howie... just let 'em drop... Them huge mountains of saggy soft flesh flopped down over her belly.... mmm, fuckin' delectable. Those mammoth hangers hung down to her waist...

She laughed at my reaction... a big deep husky happy laugh that makes me shiver to think about even now. For he first time I was lookin' at her buck fucking naked in front of me Howard. Stunningly starkers... 'cept for them short black nylon hose that seemed to make her look even more naked...

Gran was saggin' with age but she had pearly white olive skin like my ma. Her massive breasts were saggy but full... plump and ripe with fine, interlaced blue veins and large hard red nipples. Her belly sagged a little over her big hairy cunt, but her hips and thighs were thick and strong, tapering down to her shapely ankles in her lacy black hose...

... she was pretending to be cool but I could tell she was really excited. Her sweet round face was even more flushed than normal and her breathing was quick and hungry. Knowing this old woman was so aroused was like pourin' petrol on a fire for me...

Gran must'a felt the same. We stood face to face in that little gap between our bed examinin' each other's naked bodies.

"I do love the way you are looking at me Billy," she whispered huskily, and, as I slowly flogged my big cock, my lovely old grandmother put a hand between her own legs and started doing herself as well. She liked to look at me too Howard. She was lickin' her lips and rubbin' her luscious old cunt...

"Such a lovely big one for my old pussy," she said, her fingers inside her cunt. "We're going to have so much sex aren't we Billy?"

"Mmmm, yes ma'am," I says as I stroked off. "I'm gonna fuck yu all the time Gran..."

"You're so handsome Billy..."

"You are the most beautiful woman ever, Gran," I declared. Fuckin' meant it to.

"Knowing my big handsome boy thinks I'm pretty gives me shivers Billy dear," she said happily.

"Let's do it Gran," I suggested. "Let me inside you..."

"There'll be plenty of time for that Billy dear," she said. " I need my special cream first..."

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CREAM

I didn't know what this cream was but I was wondering why it was preventing me from getting my dick into Gran's randy old cunt.

I was at breaking point. I was aching to fuck her again. I was gunna beg her not to worry about it but she was already opening a low drawer in our wardrobe, rummaging through her lotions and potions and creams.

"My hormone cream before bed is something I always do Billy. It's part of my beauty regimen, she explained. "I normally do it in the shower but it's better with you here..."

I wanted her real bad Howie, you can imagine I'm sure. And I could tell she was wanted me as well, she was parading her naked body in front of me like a pole dancer at the Niagara Lounge, but this was the game we were playing. The delay was exciting... being alone together naked... it was like teasing each other...

I sat on my bed and watched her lovely big arse. Gran was bendin' down pretty low for an old gal. Bent at the waist as she was her big butt cheeks spread apart and I could see right up between. Her arsehole winked at me and her lovely old cunt spread wide...

"Ah yes. Good. I found it," she said.

The old woman cared straightened up and held a jar aloft. It was a round white bowl with Japanese writtin' on the front. She sat her luscious naked old body down on her bed opposite me and twists the lid off.

"This lotion is worth gold Billy," she says. "You won't believe the difference it makes."

She started by applying a dollop to her feet and toes and up her ankles, rubbing it in as she went, a little further up her calves and shins... then her knees... then her thighs... spreadin' more over those acres of dimpled white flesh, all the while tellin' me 'ow it fixes cellulite!

Then she spread 'er legs apart and slathered that sloppy white cream over her inner thighs and right up over her hairy cunt, her cute potbelly, and her lovely big fat tits... her arms... her neck...

It was a show that'd melt your fuckin' eyeballs, Howard. I was starin, with my mouth hangin' open, jerkin' my cock like an idiot...

"It's such good stuff, Billy," she said. "It tightens, tones, moisturises..."

She rubbed it around her big meaty cunt lips and then inside... applying the thick goopy stuff to the inside of her gaping cunt...

"Ahhh... it feels good too Billy," she sighed, smiling wide.

Standing up she turned her back on me and leans forward a little. Then, spreadin' her big thighs, reaches up 'tween her legs and wipes it all over her arse cheeks... down in between... over her sweet arsehole... grunting as she plugs it into the little hole with a finger...

"It's special medical cream," she said, and then, "Does my bottom look tighter Billy?"

... she backed up toward me, sticking them two great big white orbs right in my face.

"It's... it's super spectacular Gran," I says.

With her fingers still teasing her arsehole and her pussy she climbed up onto her bed on her hands and knees and put her head down on the bed. In an erotic daze I watched 'er fingers slippin' in and out of that lovely old cunt... rubbin' that lotion right in there between the wet lips...

"I... I... must... must rub it in, Billy," she croaked.

Mmmm her lovely old pussy... gaping wide, browny greyish pubic hair all around, massaging the slathery cream inside herself till her breath started coming' faster... rubbin' it till she started moaning... gaspin' excitedly... tellin' me about how good it felt...

From the other room we heard ma and pa start fuckin'. Their bedhead starts bangin' against the wall...

"Can... can you hear them Billy? she gasped as she rubbed her old twat.

I wasn't really listening. I was overwhelmed by Gran masturbating. I jerked my cock and watched her fingers pumping' in and out... welty over the hood of her big firm clitoris...

"Yes Gran... Pa is fuckin' my Ma," I said. "Sounds like he's bangin' 'er from behind..."

For a while we listened quietly to the bang, bang, bang of their bed against the wall. All Gran's fingers were in between her thick inflamed pussy lips... shluck, shluck, shluck noises coming out from inside her lovely wet cunt and she was gruntin' "ugg..." "ugg..." "ugg..."

"You... mmmm... you must do me that way too baby," she said huskily.

"Yes... yes Gran," I says, gettin' to my feet.

No more just watchin' Howard.

I climbed up behind her on that little bed and found we were reflected in the mirror on the wardrobe door.

Her old naked body was spectacular Howie. The mirror image showed her arms crossed with her head restin' on top. Her great big saggy tits hung down fat and voluminous onto the bed. I could see the fat roll of her belly saggin' down...

Up behind on the bed her arse was gigantic... her big old meaty pussy spread wide... the lips glistening wet... flower petals peekin' out of her bushy browny grey pubic hair... skin glowin' oily with that cream...

... she spread her legs apart and I teased my giant wang against her wonton old body.

"Ahhhhh yessss Billy... you bad bad boy," she croaked breathlessly.

... the head of my big prick just naturally nestled in the valley made by her pussy lips...

"It... it's coming Gran," I gasped.

I gripped her fat hips tight and, with one long lazy stroke, slowly slid the whole thick ten inches right up inside her.

"Ooooo yesss... ohhhh yes Billy," she sobbed. "Do me baby... do your granny, my marvellous love..."

And I did. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, in and out in and out... grippin' her fatty hips... all the way out and all the way in... her old cunt squeezin' me just perfect... fuckin' 'er doggy style...

Gran was laughing with pleasure Howie... gaspin' and gigglin'...

"Oooo my darling... my sweet darling... it feels so good Billy..." she laughed.

I remember that evening like it was yesterday Howard and the orgasm I gave her has stayed with me. When I'm feelin' low or some shit is going down, the memory of her cummin' comes back me and nothin' is bad anymore.

My cock felt like a piston, effortlessly grinding in and out of her magic old box... my folks in the other room fuckin' as well... their bedhead bangin' against the shared wall...

... and my granny was going off... throwing her head from side to side... pushin' 'er great big arse back against my cock...

"OOOOHHHH BILLY... OHHHH, MY DEAR BOY..."

In, out, in, out, relentlessly pounding her sweet old cunt...

"Ohhhhh... ohhhh... OH... OH... OH... You're gonna make me... you're gonna make me..."

... I kept fuckin', poundin' into 'er, as a huge orgasm tore through my granny's old body...

"AAAHHHH... AHHHHH... AHHHHHH..."

Gran's body was heavin' like an earthquake, pushing back against my thrusts as my cock drove in and out of 'er...

"AHHHHHHHH... OOOOOOOOOOO YESSSSSSSSSS," she screamed. "OHHHhhhh Billyyyy..."

"I love you Gran... mmmm oh god yess... I LOVE YOU... " I screamed as I pumped her cunt full of cum. "OHHH MY DARLIN' GRRANNNN..."

Afterwards, we lay all intertwined, snuggled up, warm and sweaty, kissin' and talkin' real low and intimate like you do with your soul mate. That's what my dear old grandma was Howard. My soul mate. Since she's been gone, half o' me's gone with 'er.

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AS THE YEARS GO BY