MILF Chaser Ch. 02

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

MILF Chaser Ch. 2

Dale heard the sound of tires on gravel and turned to see a medium-sized SUV coming down the drive. He shielded his eyes from the morning sun and smiled when he saw the driver. Dale looked back into the cargo area of his van, then reached in to pull a quartet of magnetic signs out. He lifted them up to have a look at them. Dale's Handyman Service, Licenced, Bonded and Insured. They would need replacing soon, he figured, and wondered if maybe he'd just forgo it and retire when the old signs faded to unreadability.

He turned and smiled broadly as Jace pulled up next to the van and shut off the ignition. "Hey bud, we weren't expecting you. What brings you out this way?"

Jace looked at the older man through his open side window and then glanced at the backpack on the seat next to him. He sighed and looked back at Dale. "Nothing important, Grandpa, I just need to speak with Gran about something."

The older man smiled. "She's either in the kitchen or the mudroom. She's repotting her hanging plants this morning." He slapped one sign on the van's door, and then turned back to his grandson. "Hey, you wouldn't be free this coming weekend, would you?" Dale pointed a calloused hand at the barn. "We had a roof leak and some boards in the loft have rotted. I could really use a hand replacing them. I'd ask your dad, but..."

Jace chuckled and nodded. To a rough and handy guy like his grandfather, having a son-in-law like Jace's dad was a bitter pill. Ungainly and raised by an equally unhandy father, his dad was the last person you wanted wielding a hammer or power saw. But he was a good father and a successful corporate accountant. His family had never wanted for much.

"Yeah, I can do that," Jace said, hardly thinking about it as he got out of his car.

Dale chucked his grandson on the shoulder. "Attaboy. Bring a couple of changes of clothes and we'll put you up in the guest room. Save you some gas money and you can enjoy some of your grandma's cooking. It'll be like old times."

The young man glanced down at the gravel driveway. Yeah, she can sure cook, Jace thought to himself. And not just in the kitchen. He looked at his grandfather's transit van. "Heading off to a job?"

The former general contractor turned handyman nodded. "Yep, the fella I sold the company to, needs some extra hands on a new project." He smiled. "I don't have any other jobs going right now and it keeps me out of your grandmother's hair."

Again, Jace's mind went elsewhere. Not that much hair there, he thought, thinking of the smoothly shaved pussy he had licked and fucked the evening before. He reached across the driver's seat and grabbed his backpack. "Okay. I'll see you on Saturday," he said as he turned towards the house, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting forces.

He barely heard his grandfather's reply and before he got to the front porch, heard the van's tires backing down the driveway. In front of the door, he stopped and took a deep breath before thumbing the latch and pushing the door open.

The 1930s farmhouse had been completely remodeled when Jace was in high school. Though still rustic looking, it now had the big open floor plan that everyone wants, with the living room, dining room and kitchen in one enormous space. On the wall at the foot of the staircase was his grandmother's collection of kabuki masks. Nineteen in all, with an empty nail for a twentieth.

"Did you forget something, Dale?" Jace heard a feminine voice from his right. He pushed the door closed and then replied.

"It's me, Grandma."

Amber spun in surprise and her eyes went wide when they settled on her grandson. Dressed in his customary jeans and a button down short-sleeve shirt, he was a fine figure of a young man and she'd always thought so.

"Jace, umm, what brings you by?" she said nervously. She turned back to the counter and added some more potting soil to the plant in front of her so he wouldn't notice her hands shaking.

Taking another deep breath, Jace walked into the kitchen and couldn't help but admire his grandmother's physique in an entirely new light. She wore a pair of gray sweat-shorts with the word 'juicy' printed across her ass and a pink halter top. He'd never seen her dressed so casually. She was always the picture of the demure woman. A grandmother. Her gray hair was worn loose with bangs and it fell to her shoulders in a graceful curve.

Biting her bottom lip, Amber listened to his footsteps over the tile floor and waited for him to speak. She started when a black domino mask was dropped onto the counter next to her. She looked at it, examined the hand-painted silver scroll work and then exhaled sharply. "Well, I guess I can put the fox mask back on the wall," she said, feeling some of the nervousness drain from her.

"If you had driven your car instead of Grandpa's van, it would have just been another silver four-door in a parking lot, and we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Amber turned and looked at her grandson. "It's in the shop. Those silly fuel injectors again! Christ, Jace, I never imagined seeing my grandson on that slave block!"

Frowning, Jace stepped up to her. "You knew it was me!" he almost shouted.

"Of course I did. From the moment I saw you in that line-up." Her hand caressed over his stomach gently, and Jace flinched. "I'd know that little strawberry birthmark next to your belly button, anywhere."

"Then why?!" he exclaimed with a wild mixture of fear and arousal in his gut. He could smell her perfume and see down the neckline of the halter top at her creamy cleavage, unfettered by a bra.

Her hand slid around his waist and held him in place. "Oh Sweetie, because I wanted you! Ever since you grew into such a handsome and well-put-together young man, I've wanted you." Her voice dropped an octave as she said 'wanted,' for the second time. Amber sniffed and let her gaze drop down his chest. "I know I shouldn't. A grandmother shouldn't think of her grandson this way, but I guess I'm not your ordinary sort of grandmother." She felt his body tremble under her hands.

Amber's eyes met his. "The question is, what sort of grandson are you? Are you the sort who can understand that we are just two consenting adults who had a great time together, or have I just sent you into some rather expensive therapy?"

Jace had spent nearly the entire previous evening pondering the same question. "You're cheating on Grandpa," he said flatly.

Amber's mouth twisted into a scowl and her right hand shot out and pushed him hard in the breadbasket. Jace stepped back with an exhale of air. "Don't you ever think it! I would never cheat on your grandfather!"

Blinking hard, Jace looked at her in amazement. "Then he... he knows?"

Her frown turned into an 'are you an idiot?' expression. "Well, of course he knows. He and I have been swinging together for decades." Amber watched her grandson shake his head in amazement.

"Then... he was there that night? Another of the men lined up with me?" Jace hadn't considered it. Behind a mask, he'd never have known if his own grandfather was in the room. Dale was still in great shape for a guy in his sixties. Active and strong as an ox.

His grandmother's lips pursed. "Well, no. Dale hasn't gone with me for about six years. But he does know that I went."

Astounded beyond words, Jace turned and walked into the living room and sat down on the loveseat, pondering this great revelation. Amber padded on bare feet and sat down beside him with a concerned look. Jace looked at her. "Does he like it? Like being a cuckold, I mean?"

Amber shook her head. "No, we don't really speak of it when I come home. Beyond, 'Did you have a good time?' He knows I have needs and knows how much I loved it when we were swinging together, so when he lost interest, he encouraged me to keep going."

Jace couldn't imagine anyone losing interest in having wild sex with such a sexy and feminine older woman.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him towards her. "So now answer my question. Can you accept we are just two people with a ton of sexual chemistry, or are you going to freak out?"

"I... I don't..." Jace paused and shook the uncomfortable question from his mind. "You were the one who freaked out. Why did you leave so soon last night?" he explained.

His grandmother's smile turned seductive, and she straightened, thrusting her full tits forward. Jace blinked hard when he saw her nipples poking into the ribbed fabric of her halter top. She leaned forward and cupped her grandson's cock with her right hand and her grin turned even more wicked when she found it hard and pushing against the zipper of his jeans.

"Because I was just moments away from pulling off my mask and sucking your cock until it was hard enough for you to fuck me again. I wanted you to see me, and look into my eyes and know me as you filled my cunt with your cum."

Amber couldn't get enough of her grandson's awestruck expression. "What do you think, handsome? Shall we give that a try now? Your grandfather won't be home until four, and I know we could have quite an afternoon." She leaned forward and Jace felt his grandmother's lips graze his, softly.

For a moment he balanced on an emotional precipice, torn between taking his grandmother like an animal on the throw rug where he'd played as a boy, and running like a frightened child.

"I, ah... I have to go. I have a showing at twelve and I still need to go over the seller's paperwork." He rose, looking down at his grandmother, who remained sitting, looking up into his dark eyes.

"Honey, please, sit down. Let's talk about this. I'm sorry I came on so strong." Amber said with a concerned expression.

Jace put his hands out defensively. "No, it's fine. I just need to..."

When he didn't continue for several seconds, she whispered. "Need to what?" Their eyes met again, and he turned and walked from the house without looking back.

Jace had backed halfway down the driveway when he glanced forward to see his beautiful grandmother, that wondrous sexual creature that filled his imagination. She was waving with a sad expression. Breathing heavily, Jace had to stop his SUV when he got to the paved cul-de-sac and let his head hit the steering wheel. He'd just remembered he'd promised his grandfather that he'd stay the weekend.

***

Cathy fell back on the sheets, panting heavily. Sweat was dripping down her ribs. The intense orgasm she'd just experienced had her body so flushed with those wonderful 'feel good' hormones that she didn't want to move and ruin the glorious moment. She ordinarily didn't cum from just penetration, but her young lover had pounded into her until she could hardly think straight.

"Holy smokes, Jace. Are you mad at me or something?" She continued when she saw a questioning look on his sweaty face. "Because that surely felt like a grudge fuck! I'm gonna feel that for days!"

Jace looked at her beautiful, sexy body with a fair bit of shame. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you."

Cathy chuckled and wiped sweat from her eyes with both hands. "Oh, you did, but you won't catch me complaining." She rolled toward him. "But seriously, are you okay? You've been quiet this past week."

Jace did the only thing he felt he could do in this situation. He lied. "I have a couple of particularly tough sales in the works. Sellers who don't want to put more money into the home to sell it, and buyers who want a used home to look as pristine as a brand new one." He looked into her eyes. "I guess I just took my frustrations out on your beautiful body."

The curvy blonde's face softened at the compliment, and she smiled. "Well, I'll tell you what. The next time you feel so pent up, you come over here and let me ease your stress." She caressed her hand over her inflamed pussy. "Just give me a few days between each visit, okay?"

"Okay." Jace laughed.

Cathy smiled and laid her chin on his chest and looked into his eyes. "So speaking of visits, the weekend after next, I'm having Mitch and Susie over for a little housewarming sex party with another couple from our little club." Jace held his breath, afraid of the names he was about to hear. "Lloyd and Connie. They are a real blast. He's hung like a fucking horse and she's a former Vegas showgirl, or so she claims. She certainly has the figure for it. How she kept it after four children is anyone's guess. I only had Trevor and needed these afterward." She shook her enhanced tits and giggled. "I only went up one cup size, I swear."

She was happy to see a smile on Jace's face, and her dark brown eyes bored into his. "I've told her all about you, and she wanted me to make sure you were available."

Jace nodded and then sighed. "This weekend... I'm helping out my family, but next weekend, I'm free."

Throwing her legs over the edge of the bed, Cathy sat and shook out her pale blonde hair. "That's great. Hey, tell your mom I said hi, but God help us if she ever finds out we're fucking."

***

"So, Jace, are you seeing anyone?" Dale asked his grandson over the table where they were having Saturday brunch. He'd only been there an hour, but in that time had to break uncomfortable eye contact with his grandmother three times. She surely didn't seem to have the same difficulty with the situation as he did. Every time he looked at her, the thoughts that went through his head made his stomach tie up in knots.

About halfway through the meal, his grandfather excused himself to the restroom, citing a need for some antacid before the spicy breakfast links gave him heartburn before noon. Her eyes were soft when Amber looked over at him and set her hand over his. "Sweetie, we need to talk about this."

Jace shook his head. "What we did and what you apparently still want to do is incest. It's wrong."

Amber's expression turned from concerned to disdain. "Pfft," she waved the idea away. "The rules or laws against that sort of thing were written to keep cousins and siblings from having kids with three heads. It has no bearing on our situation."

His eyes got wide. "No bearing?!"

She shook her head. "No, not unless my fallopian tubes magically reconnect themselves and I wasn't post-menopausal. There isn't even the slightest chance of me getting pregnant," she said in a strained whisper.

She squeezed his hand. "Baby, we are just two adults who want each other. You can't tell me that's not true. The way you look at me sure makes this old chick feel good about herself. I guess all those hours on my elliptical machine were worth it, huh?" she paused and looked into his dark eyes. "Your logical brain says it's wrong, because that's what society would have you think, but your primal instincts crave the intimacy we shared, don't they?"

Jace was saved from having to respond by Dale's return to the dining room. "So, are you ready to get to work? The lumber is on the one-ton and we need to drag the radial arm saw out into the middle of the barn and set up the sawhorses."

Amber patted her grandson's hand again. "You fellas be careful and come back with the same amount of fingers you have now. You hear me?"

Both men chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."

***

Thirty minutes later, both men stood in the barn's hayloft looking at an area of rotted wood about six feet square. "I know I should have gotten all that old straw out of there when we sold the milking cows, but it just wasn't high on my priority list. I didn't know the roof was leaking above it."

Jace nodded before slipping on his work gloves and slapping his pry bar against his leather covered palm. He was about to step forward when his grandfather spoke again. "So, umm... Amber has told me that you have become aware of her evenings with our friends."

Jace was so surprised he nearly dropped the pry bar. "Grandpa, umm..."

Dale held up his gloved hand. "Now, I don't want to know the details of your own sex life or how you came to be at that event, but you need to know that I'm okay with what she's doing. We had a very good swinging group, people we know and trust and who keep their activities within the group and get tested frequently. I'm still friends with every one of them."

Since the door was open on the subject, Jace felt emboldened to ask what had been on his mind. "Grandma said you haven't gone for a while."

His face coloring a little, Dale nodded. "Remember that carcinoma I had on the back of my neck a while back?" When Jace said he remembered, Dale continued. "Well, the radiation that treated it did a number on my pituitary gland, and now my hormones are all out of whack."

He saw the crestfallen look on his grandson's face. "Now don't get in a twist about it. I can still get it up and give your grandma a hard time, but my sex drive is severely diminished. At that point, I couldn't see a point in continuing to go." When Jace didn't reply, Dale nodded, and it seemed to conclude the discussion. Both men stepped towards the rotted area and they got to work.

***

Hours later, with the job done, Dale caught Jace after a shower. "So, tomorrow I have a Sunday thing with some friends to watch the evening football games down at a local sports bar? Would you like to join us? I won't say I've never had to take an Uber home, but I rarely get plowed."

Both men laughed. "I think I'll head home. I have a closing at 10 am on Monday and I want to double check the contracts." After Dale nodded and chucked him on the shoulder, Jace headed to the guest bedroom. He couldn't count the number of nights he'd spent in the room and was surprised to find Amber in there waiting for him.

She was dressed in a thin pair of shorts and a halter top that was tight enough he could feel his cock swell instantly in his basketball shorts.

His foxy grandmother sat on a low backed reading chair in the corner with her legs crossed. She didn't miss it when he hurriedly put a shirt on, covering his naked chest.

"So, have you given any thought to what we discussed this morning?" she asked quietly.

Jace nodded. He sure had, nearly to the exclusion of all else. "Grandpa might be fine with your swinging group, but I doubt he'd be okay with this."

Amber's left eyebrow went up. "He trusts me to be careful with my choice of lovers, only partying with people he knows and trusts. I know he trusts you."

His mouth fell open. "Yeah, but that's not..." He was cut off when she rose from the chair and pointed to the right with her thumb.

"Shall we go ask him? We could tell him what happened the other night, and then see what he says. I'm not afraid to do it. How about you?" she asked with a serious tone and expression.

The very idea terrified him. "No, we will definitely not be doing that."

In an eye-blink, she was in front of him, her body pressed against his. Pinned between the bed and his grandmother's exquisite curves, there was nowhere he could go. "So, shall I come visit you tonight? See if we can find that spark again?" She smiled and gave her body a little shake against his. "You felt so good inside me. Like you belonged there."

Jace shivered and exhaled deeply. The idea of fucking this sexy woman while his grandfather slept just down the hall both aroused and terrified him. "Oh, Gran. Please don't ask me, I can't..."

She could see the battle going on inside him and pulled back. "Okay. I get it. I know that it's a hard thing to wrap your brain around."

He frowned. "It didn't seem to hold you up the other night."

Amber giggled delightedly. "To quote the most famous sailor of all time, 'I am, what I am', and what I am, is a bit of a slut." The way she said the last word, drawing it out with an emphasis on the L, made his heart race.

"But since we're on the subject of swinging, maybe you'd like to stay for tomorrow's fun?" she asked with a sly look.

Jace blinked hard. "Tomorrow?"

Amber cocked a hip suggestively at her grandson. "Tomorrow afternoon, after Dale has gone to the bar to watch football, Charles and Iris are coming over for a little threesome. I know she would love to meet a fine young man like yourself," she said with heavy emphasis on the L again. "And since you've been tested recently, it might be a fun evening."

She watched as a million thoughts spun through her grandson's mind. He tried to remember that the whole swinging thing was how he'd gotten into this mess, but he also knew he'd loved every moment and the idea of another fling with a strange older woman was too much for him to resist. "Yeah, I umm... I could do that." His grandmother looked at him with narrowed eyes and a lusty grin.

"Wonderful."

***

Jace felt awkward all morning helping his grandfather around the old farm. Then, after lunch, Dale noticed his grandson seemed to be in no hurry to leave after all. Dale stared at his grandson, who sat on the couch watching an early football game, when he walked out of his bedroom wearing his Miami Dolphins jersey.

"So, sticking around, Jace?" he asked casually.

Jace nodded and glanced his way. "Yeah, I guess so," he replied before turning back to the television. Dale looked at his wife and her smile spoke volumes.

"Okay, then have a good one." Dale turned away before he saw the shudder roll through his grandson's body.

***

If Jace had been nervous when he and Cathy had walked into Mitch and Susie's home, his current state was that, octupled. For the fifth time that afternoon, he'd told himself what a bad idea this was. And yet, here he was in a pair of clean blue jeans and a green button down short-sleeve shirt, not leaving his grandparent's home.

When Amber walked out of her bedroom, his chin dropped to his chest. Her hair was put up in an attractive silver clip and her makeup was ultra seductive. She wore an entirely sheer black robe over a lace body stocking that covered everything but concealed nothing. He could see the little snaps over her vulva that would open in a moment to reveal her hairless pussy. Her legs and ass were accentuated by the tall black strap heels she wore and walked in expertly.

"Jezzus, Grandma!" he moaned when she cocked her hip and struck a lewd pose with her legs wide.

"Oh, come on, you've seen me in far less than this. And let's drop the grandma thing. I'm Luscious and you're Tim and we met when we were paired at the slave block event," she said, looking at the clock for the third time in ten minutes. "How do I look, though? Is it okay?"

Jace chuckled. "You look like a real slut."

This brought a wide grin from his grandmother. "Wonderful. Charlie loves it when I slut it up a bit."

Then Jace gave her a confused look. "Your friends don't know your real name, and why am I, Tim?"

Amber sighed. "Of course they know my real name. I just like being Luscious. It's such a sensuous word, you know? It fits my personality when I'm entertaining. And as for 'Tim', I don't remember if I have ever told them I have a grandson named Jace. I've put away any family photos that include you as well."

"How... umm... how often to you entertain?" he asked. Just then, Jace saw the reflection of light through the window from a pale blue four-door that had pulled up next to his SUV.

As she walked towards the front door, she turned to her grandson. "As often as I damn well want to. You can still leave if you want to." She didn't wait for him to respond, but opened the front door and stepped into the doorway, striking an alluring pose against the doorframe. A breeze caught her diaphanous robe and blew it up behind her, giving Jace a look at her spectacular ass through the lace. His next thought was that the hours on the elliptical had indeed not been wasted.

Whatever he had been expecting of Charlie and Iris was dashed the moment they stepped into view. They were young! As young as he was, or nearly so. They were both wearing wedding bands and were clearly overjoyed to see Luscious.

The women embraced just inside the door and it looked like he was going to need the crowbar again to get them apart. Charlie stepped by them with a smile and extended his hand to Jace. "Hey, I'm Charlie. Good to meet you."

Iris' husband was a tall, lean fellow with a wild head of blonde hair and a well-trimmed mustache and goatee.

Jace cleared his throat and smiled. "Back atcha, I'm Tim." The two men stood next to one another and watched the two women make out. Finally, Jace walked around them to close the front door. "Can I get anyone anything?"

Iris was a lovely blonde, lean and athletic looking. Her hair was cut even with her chin and styled elegantly. She pulled back from Amber, but didn't let go of her waist. "He knows where the refreshments are, already? What have you been doing with this man, making him your slave? I thought you just met him a week ago?"

Amber's eyes met Jace's. "A love slave? What an outstanding idea! What do you say, Tim? Want to be my naked little cabana boy?"

If before he'd suspected that this was a bad idea, he was now positive of it, but had no choice but to play along. He did his best to give her a lusty smile. "Sounds good to me, Luscious."

Iris let go of Amber and glided into Jace's arms. She wore a pale blue sundress that hugged her figure nicely and barely covered her ass. He found himself wondering if she was wearing anything beneath it. "You are a surprise, though. When Luscious said the guy she met at the slave event was joining us, I expected an older guy. Most of the men there were."

Jace swallowed. "You were there?"

The lovely blonde nodded. "Yeah, but mine was the tenth room number picked." She led her hand slide down to his trim stomach. "I'm sure you were picked early."

"You're not exactly what I expected, either. I've never met a girl our age named Iris." He said honestly.

She nodded. "Yeah, the name isn't very popular anymore, but I'm named after my grandmother." Iris gave him a wicked smile. "By the way, this swinging business is a family tradition. Remember the blonde that worked the mic that night?" When Jace nodded, she continued. "That was my mom. Maybe if you're a good little cabana boy, Luscious will ask her over some evening."

Amber walked out of the kitchen with a pitcher of margaritas and Charles followed with four frosted glasses. Charles was already wearing some of Amber's lipstick on his jaw.

The four of them settled in the living room, splitting up the couples. Charles and Amber sat on the sofa, and Iris took Jace's hand and led him to the loveseat. The drinks were poured, and they sat and talked about the slave event the previous week.

Charles looked at Jace and smiled. "So, did you enjoy Luscious as much as we do?" His hand slid down his grandmother's thigh, which moved toward him at the touch. Jace could clearly see the line of snaps in the crotch of her body stocking.

"Oh, she was amazing. Loved every moment." His eyes met his grandmother's when he said the second sentence, and she surprised him by smiling shyly.

He watched Charles' hand slide between Amber's thighs and his heart began beating like a triphammer. "Yeah, Luscious is our very favorite MILF, that's for sure." He glanced over at the mature woman. "Or is it GILF? I forget."

Amber held her grandson's eyes as she took Charles' hand and slid it up higher between her legs. "It's GILF, sweetie. I have a grandson."

Iris slid down in the seat and let her sundress ride up. She lifted it and the question over underwear was answered for Jace. Her pussy was neatly trimmed but left a beautiful blonde V of curls above her clit. She caressed her hand over her labia as she watched her husband's hand between Amber's legs. "Oh, I love watching when they do this. It gets me so hot." She glanced over at Jace to see the bulge rising in his jeans. "That looks like you're enjoying it, too."

Iris looked up into Jace's wide eyes. "I like to watch at first. I'm a bit of a cuckquean, I guess." He wanted to ask if they wouldn't be separating for a swap like he'd done with Susie, but was afraid he already knew the answer.

Jace sighed. When in Rome, he thought, and leaned over until his cheek touched Iris's shoulder and his hand slid over her thigh. When she felt his warm hand cup her vulva, she sighed and relaxed on the cushion with a contented look. "This is a delightful change. Pleasure me, cabana boy."

He looked up into her face and guessed that she was maybe a couple of years older than he and whatever her husband was doing to Amber had her undivided attention. Her legs opened wider as his hands got more adventurous, his finger tips spinning in a tight circle inside her opening that was getting more slick by the moment.

"Oh, Timmy, that feels so nice," the beautiful blonde whispered, and Jace smiled. This was the first woman he'd touched near his own age in over two years. His time and energy had been taken up by needy MILFs and God, how he'd loved it.

"Tell me what your husband is doing to her," he whispered back, enjoying the rapt look on her face.

Iris glanced down at him and smiled as his wet fingers circled around her clit before moving back to her dripping hole. "Oh, Luscious is spread on the sofa, and the snaps are open on her stocking. Her pussy is so wet and shiny. Charles is fingering her slowly, and he's sucking on her fat nipple. I love her big tits so much." Iris pulled her arms through the top of her dress and pulled the elastic neckline down past her tits. "Do you think my tits are too small?"

With his face so close, he leaned in and began kissing her right breast. "I think they are the perfect size for your frame." He sucked her nipple into his mouth and released it with a pop. "And they are mighty tasty, too."

Iris's arm came around his head and pushed his face into her soft breast, which in his opinion was the perfect handful. Jace slid his finger into her and reveled at the sight of her back arching on the sofa with her mouth open. He pulled his finger from her and brought it to his mouth. Her pussy juices were sharp and a little salty, but not unpleasant. He slipped off the loveseat onto the floor and her eyes tracked him. "I'm going to lick your pretty pussy now."

As Jace settle to his task, Iris slid a leg over his shoulder and pulled his face in with both hands. Her hips torqued, and she rubbed her wetness over his mouth and tongue. "Oh, Luscious, your handsome boy-toy is licking me so well."

Jace could hear wet sounds from behind him and risked a look back. His grandmother was on her knees, much as he was, sucking Charles' thick cock with enthusiasm. Her mouth and hand made lewd wet noises as they slid up and down the shaft.

Charles gasped and his eyes fluttered in pure bliss. "Don't you think we should move this to a bedroom before it gets messy?"

Luscious straightened with a wide smile. "Yes, indeedy," she said, wiping spit and precum from her chin. "The bed is all ready, the fan is on and there are towels and water."

Jace straightened, his face glistening with Iris's juices, who smiled down at him. "She really is the perfect swinger host." Iris took his hand and the four of them walked up the stairs to the second floor of the old farmhouse. When the renovation had been done, the four bedrooms had been converted to three, with the master bedroom gaining square footage, a large ensuite and a massive closet.

The four-poster king-sized bed dominated the room and a ceiling fan spun on a low setting directly overhead. Iris turned to Jace with a wide smile and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Let's see what all the fuss is about," she said with a sly smile. "You just couldn't be as hot as Luscious was telling me."

He smiled at the smoking hot blonde who's sundress lay on the floor a few feet away and was unprepared when his grandmother stepped up next to them. Jace felt her hands run over his shoulders and down his back. He turned to his grandmother, and Amber grinned at him wickedly. "Let me give you a hand with this," she said as she lowered herself to her knees. Jace knew he was lost the moment her hands touched his zipper.

Oh God, I'm going to fuck my grandmother again, he thought to himself, fully aware that he was going to do it this time, knowing her. His hands shook as he felt her warm mouth around his cock. "Oh, no," he whispered to himself, knowing he really wasn't all that distressed about the situation. He opened his eyes and Iris was smiling into his, as her hands slid over his trim torso.

"Not too bad, I'd say," Iris breathed, then cleared her throat. "Okay, a couple of new rules for tonight." Amber leaned back but continued gently stroking her grandson's wet cock with her left hand. "Charles and I are trying to have a baby," she said, poking into Jace's chest. "So, you can't cum inside of me unless it's in my mouth." She looked down at Amber. "And you can't have my husband's cum tonight. I get all of his cum inside my pussy."

Luscious smiled up at her grandson. "That's just fine. I'll take this young stud's cum wherever he wants to put it."

Jace shivered, knowing he was entirely trapped and likely was so at his grandmother's arrangement. He realized there was nothing to do but go with it, knowing it would change his life and relationship with his grandmother in ways he couldn't yet foresee.

The young man grit his teeth and thought to himself, Fuck it. He gripped his grandmother's head and slowly guided her face back to his cock. Her eyes were wide, and they looked up at him brightly as her mouth opened to take his bulbous cockhead. Amber saw in his gaze that he had finally accepted this new reality and sighed contentedly, taking his cock deep in her mouth. Jace moaned deeply, and her heart raced at the sound.

Their moment was disturbed when Iris walked up and lifted Amber to her feet. "Now, let's not get too wild just yet. I have an idea." Intriqued, Amber let herself be pulled aside towards the closet. Iris whispered in her ear for a minute, and then Amber smiled.

"That sounds wonderful, sweetie." Amber cooed with a wide grin, her eyes shining at both of the handsome young men.

Iris walked up and ran her hand over the chests of both men before sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide. "Today is spit-roast Sunday. Luscious and I both get a turn with the two of you at the same time, and the other lady gets to watch."

Charles ran his hand through his blonde hair and smiled. "Okay, who's the lucky lady that gets to go first?"

This was how Jace found himself in bed with his grandmother, who was sandwiched between himself and another man. Amber pulled her grandson's face toward her and kissed him passionately as Charles's head fell to Amber's big tits and his hand slipped between her open legs.

Amber moaned and looked into Jace's eyes for several long moments as adept fingers played with her wet opening again. She hugged Jace to her and whispered in his ear. "I have so wanted this. Are you mad at me?" she asked.

"I should be, shouldn't I?" he replied in hushed tones. His hand slid up over her other breast and then up to her neck, which he encircled with strong fingers. Amber gasped as his hand tightened and then he kissed her fiercely, answering her question with action.

"Oh, honey, yes!" she moaned as agile fingers began pistoning into her wet cunt and two mouths devoured her breasts at the same time. "Oh, this is like a dream come true!" she wailed as her body was pleasured by two young men and one of them was her own blood. When she was twenty, Amber had seduced a favorite uncle and the memories of those wonderful afternoons and holidays still made her wildly aroused decades later. To share the same love with her grandson was her greatest fantasy.

She watched Jace slide down to lie between her legs with bated breath. When his tongue began circling her clit, this time with no masks, no concealing shadows, her whole body tingled in ecstasy. She pulled Charles's face hard into the pillowy softness of her tit and her other hand clawed up a big handful of bedsheet.

"Oh God, that's so fucking hot," Iris whispered, mostly to herself, but it was loud enough for them all to hear. The beautiful blonde sat in Amber's wingback dressing chair that had been pulled from the corner into the center of the room, just two feet from the bed. She had one leg over the arm of the chair and her fingers slid through the tuft of hair above her pussy and over her clit to tease her wet hole. Little beads of sweat glistened on her tiny nose.

Jace began slowly but increased his pace as minutes passed until he was licking his grandmother wildly and his fingers made syrupy wet sounds is they curled to stroke her G-spot. He looked up to find that Charles had knelt next to the headboard and was feeding his turgid cock to Amber's open mouth.

"Your such a wonderful mature slut, Luscious. I'm so glad you called us last night." Charles said, his arousal obvious in his tone.

If Jace had needed any more confirmation that his grandmother had orchestrated this encounter to pull him into her world, that was the last piece. But with his face glistening with the fit older woman's juices, he found that he just didn't care.

He lapped at her clit with renewed fervor and his fingers pistoned into her, making her scream around her mouthful, driving her to distraction, unable to concentrate on the cock that now dangled in front of her face. She stroked it with her left hand and wailed. "Oh, fuck, baby, that's so good! I'm gonna cum all over your face!"

Amber's back arched, and her legs trembled violently as her orgasm hit her like a cresting wave. "Oh, Christ, it's sooo gooood!" she cried and her juices squirted out over her grandson's chin and hand, which immediately soaked into an old quilted bedspread put there expressly for the purpose.

The sexy mature woman collapsed on the sheets, sweat pooling in the notch between her breasts. Ordinarily, Jace would have let his woman recover, but there was nothing ordinary about this situation, and he was wildly aroused. He knelt between her legs and looked at Charles. "Pull her head off the edge of the bed," he said tersely.

To his credit, Charles didn't question, just slid off the bed, and then pulled Amber's upper torso towards him, until her head dangled over the edge. "Oh, fuck, yes." Jace heard Iris exclaim and heard her fingers playing in her wet snatch.

Jace moved over his grandmother and could feel the heat radiating off her body. Amber lifted her head with an effort to look at him. "I'm going to give you what manipulative sluts deserve, Luscious," he whispered in her ear as his teeth grazed over her jugular. Her eyes met his, and she bit her lip as he watched a shudder roll through her body.

He knelt again and looked at his partner in spit roasting. "Charles, we need to fuck our little GILF slut until she can't walk." Jace didn't waste any time, reaching between Amber's legs and grabbing the opening in her body stocking and ripping it open wide. Iris wailed behind them, lost in her voyeuristic world, when Jace grabbed the spikes of his grandmother's high heels and spread her legs wide.

From the moment her grandson's cock speared into her, Amber was lost in a sexual fog that she never wanted to leave. His thick cock pushed in, stretching and filling her wonderfully. "Yes, baby, fill up my pussy, it's so..."

Charles didn't let her finish, aiming his cock and pushing it against her mouth until she had no alternative but to accept it. He cradled her head as his cock pushed into her throat and, as if on cue, both men began hammering into her unmercifully. Jace reveled in the view of her big heavy tits undulating with every impact and the 'huk' sound she made every time Charles's balls slapped against her nose.

The wet sounds of his cock plunging into her made them all wild with lust. "Oh, boys, if you can't fuck me the same way, you are going to be in such trouble!" Iris exclaimed. Jace glanced back at the blonde beauty, grinned, and then returned to pounding into his slut of a grandmother.

At some point, Iris joined them on the bed, her body the opposite of Ambers, pulling her knees to her chest. As soon as she was set, Charles stepped over and pushed his twitching cock into his wife's dripping cunt.

Amber gasped and tried to encourage the young man. "That's... it! Fuck a... baby into her... tonight, sweetie!"

Jace slid back and then wrapped his hands around his grandmother's thighs and pulled her fully onto the bed, then used them to lever her over onto her stomach. Amber felt his body cover hers as her grandson's cock entered her in the plank position and she grasped two handfuls of the coverlet, steeling herself for the pounding to come.

She heard her grandsons growl in her ear as his body slammed into hers over and over. "Oh, oh, oh!" she cried as he punished her pussy with his thick cock, his cockhead ravaging her G-spot.

Jace felt her pussy clamp down as she came, but was too close to stop, and he pushed in with renewed vigor. Grandmother and grandson cried out together as Jace filled her pussy with what felt like gallons of cum, filling the little space between his cockhead and her cervix. "Oh honey, oh honey, oh honey," she gasped as she felt the final pulses inside her.

Panting himself, Jace could hardly believe his eyes when he knelt behind her and watched his cum run from her inflamed pussy, dripping onto the coverlet. Jace glanced over at Charles and Iris, having completely forgotten they were even in the room, and found them making out next to them, his cock still sheathed within her. Iris giggled. "If it's a girl, we'll name it Amber, and if it's a boy, we'll name it Jace." Her husband laughed and kissed his wife.

After waters and towels were passed out, Amber unbuckled her heels before bringing in glasses and a bottle of wine. Afterward, the two men gave Iris exactly what she wanted, taking her husband's load deep in her pussy and swallowing Jace's with enthusiasm while Amber played with the blonde's clit, helping her to orgasm after orgasm.

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Amber was showering when she heard Jace step into the stall behind her. She'd no idea what to expect at this point and was startled when she felt his hands slide around her soap-slick body to cup her breasts. His warm lips felt amazing on her shoulder and neck.

"She called me Jace. Not Tim. And Charles didn't bat an eye at it when she did," he said flatly.

Amber trembled. "You caught that, huh?"

"Mm-hmm." Jace replied. "So they both knew they were coming here to help you fuck your grandson?"

"Yeah. Are you mad?"

Jace's teeth slid over the tender flesh of her neck and his hands squeezed her tits firmly. "Well, it might take a lot of expensive therapy to get over, or we could just keep at it. Assuming they can keep a secret." Amber felt his hard cock between her ass cheeks and she spread her legs, welcoming him in.

"Oh God, do you mean it?"

Jace ran his fingers over her fat nipples and promised himself he was going to get some real time with his cock between them, and soon. "Yeah, maybe we're both going to hell, but we'll enjoy the fuck out of each other until then."

Amber sighed. "Baby, that makes me so happy, but no one can know. They just wouldn't understand."

Jace chuckled. "You mean aside from your swinging fuck-buddies."

"Charles and Iris are a special case. They're second cousins and open-minded as hell." She felt his cockhead pushing through her inner labia and bit her lip. "Be gentle. I'm a little sore."

Jace grinned. "I'm sure," he said and then turned her by her upper arms. His hands slid up on her shoulders and he pushed down hard enough that Amber got the picture. "You still want to suck your grandson's cock?"

Nodding fervently, Amber fell to her knees, knowing the hard tile would leave them sore too, but didn't care. She opened her mouth and took her grandson's cock in her warm, wet mouth, humming her pure enjoyment. Jace's head fell back and his eyes closed. "Man, this is really going to make Thanksgiving and Christmas weird."

Amber's hands grabbed both globes of her grandson's firm ass and pulled backward, letting his cock pop from her mouth. "So, tell me about this woman... Cathy, I think her name was, that you brought to the slave event. Is she hot?"

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Author's Note:

Yes, there is a third and final chapter coming, but I'm still brainstorming it. Stay tuned.