Grandma Jean Ch. 04 - Final

CHAPTER 4: CHRISTMAS VISIT/RESOLUTIONS

"Jack," Jean called from the kitchen. I was in the room we shared as an office space for my studying and her quiet place for reading and knitting. I had heard her cell phone sing out moments before. The next sounds were her bare feet on the hardwood floor of the hall coming my way.

I turned to the open door in time to see my naked grandmother turn into the room, her cell phone pressed to her ear. "I'm bringing the phone to him now, John," she added. "I'll put it on speaker." I looked curiously at her smiling face, then down her naked body. Her being naked wasn't anything new. So was I. Naked whenever possible was our new standard, so much so that curtains and blinds were closed at the front of the house, but the back windows were generally left as they were for the sense of exposure, though the back exposure was relatively safe. What had us both smiling devilishly as I pushed back from the desk for her to sit on my lap with the phone held before us was that it was her son, my father, on the other end of the call.

As she settled across my lap, my cock responded at being trapped under her butt, while my arms wound around her to cup her breast. She stifled a giggle.

"Okay, John, I've got Jack with me."

"Hey, Dad," I called out as I tweaked his mother's nipple, "how are things there?"

"Everything is good, Son." There was a pause. "Let me put this on speaker, too, for your Mom." After another round of greetings, "Listen, we were talking about how great it would be to come out for Christmas. With you two together and supporting each other, it would be special."

"Oh," Jean responded, "you have no idea how special it is the way Jack makes sure we spend quality time together and uplifts me." She leaned to my ear, "Especially when you carry me to bed," she whispered. I pinched her nipple, and she responded with an ouch. "Sorry," she added with a very mischievous smile, "Just banged my knee on the desk where Jack was studying."

"Well, what do you think?" Dad added to bring the conversation back on track. "We were thinking maybe the week between Christmas and New Year's Day."

"It sounds perfect, John," Jean responded, wiggling on my lap and swelling cock. "I can tell Jack is excited, too." I pinched her nipple again. "And I am very excited." She leaned to my ear again, "You are going to be taking a break from studying, Jack?" as she continued wiggling against my hardening cock. Then, back to her son, "There is plenty of room here, so we'll have a full week to catch up. Jack found boxes of light in the garage, and has already promised to decorate extensively. This will be special, John. Thank you."

When she ended the call, she dropped her cell on my open Sociology book. Freshman courses were so boring. She twisted her upper body to mine, mashing her breasts to my chest, and her mouth to mine. Her eyes were on fire when she pulled back.

"It really turned you on to be naked on your grandson's naked lap while talking to your son, didn't it?" I teased.

"God, yes," she gasped. Then, "Did you catch my tease about you giving me quality time together? Oh, how I love our quality time together, Jack." She kissed me hard again. The chair I used at the desk was an armless office chair. She rose and turned, straddled my legs, and reached down to raise my hardened cock. She moved her pussy over it until her hole covered the head. She moaned and gasped as she settled over my cock until she was sitting on my lap facing me. I grasped a breast with one hand, and held the back of her neck with the other as I held her for a prolonged, increasingly lustful kiss. I flexed my hips up as much as I could with her sitting on me. I didn't move much.

"If we stay like this," I said softly into the mouth, "you're going to have to do all the fucking."

"That's never a problem, my lover. Jack," she became a bit serious, but she began moving on my cock with short movements, "you have no idea what you've given me. I don't mean the sex, either." She kissed me softly, in a way that felt more powerful than a consuming, passionate, mashing kiss could. "You've given my life new fulfillment, Jack."

I gazed into her eyes, searching for something. Would she give me a hint what she was talking about? She didn't.

"Jack, I want you to fuck me here. Fuck me bent over the desk, or anywhere, or however you want. Just fuck me. Then, Jack, then I want you to take me upstairs and make love to me. Make slow, wonderful love the way you have spoiled me so many times before. Can you spare the study time, Jack?"

I gave her lips a quick peck. "I don't have this class tomorrow. I'll give you all the time we both want."

I shifted forward to stand. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist as I rose. She squealed with pleasure at being lifted, her pussy still filled with my cock. I began walking to the open door of the study.

"Where are you taking me, Jack?"

"I'll decide when we get there. In the meantime, I'm taking you past some windows," I teased her.

"Oh, Jack," she gasped, "someday someone is going to see us."

I kissed her as I walked her to the kitchen where I knew the window blinds were open. "I thought you were excited by it," I teased her, knowing the exhibitionism aroused her.

"Oh God, it is. Can't you tell by how wet my pussy is around your wonderful cock? Oh, Jack, every step you take is like a mini-fuck. Oh God, I love it, Jack."

I felt her shiver as she held me tighter, but I continued our trip through the house after a prolonged pause in front of the window over the kitchen sink. I next moved to the family room and stopped before the glass sliding door to the backyard. I leaned her back against the glass.

"Oooo ... no, that's cold," she protested with a chuckle.

I laughed, "Worried about the cold, not that the people in the house behind might see us?"

"Okay, yes, you're right, that's long enough. Jack, please ... fuck me somewhere ... please, Jack. God, your cock inside me this way is too teasing. Please, Jack."

I walked her to the dining room and laid her on her back on top of the polished wood surface. I had turned the overhead light fixture on as we entered the room. She gazed into my eyes as I hoovered over her, my cock buried in her pussy, her ankles still locked just above my butt. She happened to glance to the side. "Oh God, Jack," she gasped, "the window. Only the sheers cover the window."

I knew what that meant. Although a clear view of the room from outside wasn't likely, a shadowy view into the room might be very possible. I stared down at her as I used slow movements of my cock into her dripping pussy.

"I will have to leave your pussy, Jean," I teased.

"Jack, please, someone could see," she pleaded while gasping when I plunged my cock into her. "Oh fuck ..." she gasped. "Not fair ... your cock ... oh Jack ... please, I'll do anything you want."

I leaned over her and kissed her lightly. "I already know that, Jean," I said softly, my lips brushing hers as I said it. But I pulled back, inched my cock from her clasping pussy, and moved quickly to the side of the window, searching for the drapery cord to close the drapes over the window.

I returned and stood between her splayed legs. I studied the image before me. I didn't think I could ever tire of what I had before me. My grandmother, my dad's mother, naked on the table top, breasts heaving with desire and need, her thighs parted, and pussy open and glistening with her lubrication. And she was remarkably beautiful. And mine to fuck and love.

She stared back at me. Her eyes left mine to gaze at my erect cock. She had one hand fondling her breast, and the other lightly stroking over her open pussy. Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes shone with need.

"Jack ... now Jack. Put your cock back inside me, and make me orgasm, make me scream my release the way only you have been able to do to me. Please, Jack. God, Jack, listen to me. You've turned me into a wanton, sex-starved woman. Fuck me, Jack."

I stepped to her, my cock head touching her open pussy. She gasped at the touch. Her head raised to watch, her eyes glued to my cock at her wet and open pussy. I moved my own gaze from her face to her pussy, too. I pulled my cock back a mere inch, saw her pussy wink, and I slammed into her. She gasped loudly at the sudden, deep penetration.

Her legs returned around my waist, her hands reaching out toward me, her eyes pleading to me despite having penetrated her needy pussy. I knew what she needed, what she always needed. It wasn't just my cock pounding her, but the full connection of us, our lips, our bodies pressed together, our breathing, and our desperate utterances. I gave it all to her: my chest mashing her breasts, my fingers tormenting a nipple trapped between our bodies, and my lips and mouth over hers, breathing and kissing our passion. All the while, I drove my cock fiercely into her clenching pussy.

When she orgasmed, I pulled out. She moaned at the sudden emptiness of her pussy. I pulled her off the table while giving her strong support, turned her, and leaned her over the tabletop. She collapsed flat over it. When I slammed my cock back into her still quaking pussy, she cried out more.

"Oh God ... Jack ... oohhhh fuccckkk ... you are ... amazzzzinnggggg ..."

When she came the second time, I joined her. After my release into her spasming pussy, I leaned over her, kissing her neck and shoulders. I continued small movements of my cock in her pussy. But I also knew it wasn't a comfortable position for her despite how good it felt to me to remain buried in her pussy.

I eased out of her, and assisted her up from the tabletop, and into my arms. "I love you, Jean," I whispered into her ear as I caressed her back and held her in my arms. "I've always loved you, of course, but not like this." I kissed the side of her head through her loose hair. "Definitely not like this."

"Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack, darling, I've never felt this way about someone. It's so raw and desperate. I love you so much, honey. So much," she sighed in my arms, and she shivered.

I separated us just enough that our eyes could focus on each other. I kissed her nose playfully, then her lips. I picked her up in my arms, and she wrapped herself around me again. "Now, my lovely, sexy Jean, I'm taking you to bed where I will make slow love to you as promised. I will make love to every inch of your body. We'll both cum again, but not for a while."

"Oh Jack, I don't deserve you," she gasped.

"Oh, yes, you do. You deserve everything I can give to you." I carried her upstairs, and the night was far, far from over.

* * * *

Early Christmas Eve afternoon, we met Mom and Dad at the airport just outside of the security area. After hugs, kisses, and excited chatter for several moments, we waited at the baggage claim area for their two suitcases.

Almost anywhere is colder in the winter, and our small, Southern town was no different, but it was significantly warmer than just a few states north, where Mom and Dad came from. Mom and Jean sat in the back seats chatting, and Dad rambled on about how the town looked since he had moved the family years ago. Much had changed and much hadn't.

Finally, he turned to me, "So, classes are still going well?" It almost felt like Dad was an investor in my education, and his business side was checking on how good his investment was doing. Well, maybe not that bad, but that was how Dad could look at things: money invested and value returned.

"Very well, in fact," I replied. I checked in the rearview mirror and caught Jean's glance at me. "My greatest motivator is right behind me."

He smiled and glanced into the backseat, too. "It means a lot to me, Jack, that you're with her. I know it's just while you're in school here, and I know she is still vital, but she's alone and ..." He let the rest hang.

I checked the mirror again. Jean must have heard the conversation because she just winked at me. I noticed Mom had turned her head to look out her window, and Jean blew a kiss. Damn, I thought, a whole week without. I felt my cock stir as Jean continued giving me a smile that made me think she was thinking the same thing. Living on campus, I might not have gotten any sex. It seemed Jean and I didn't go a day without it. Now a week ...

I realized Dad was saying something about a new building on the corner where something or other had been. I refocused.

Despite it being light outside, they noticed and commented on all the lights strung over the house, the front porch, and the shrubs along the front porch wall. Inside, Mom gushed over the tree we had decorated. It was the largest I could find and still fit in the living room. It blocked most of the living room window, and was a mass of ornaments and lights. I felt a hand discreetly rub my thigh as we stood back from Mom's inspection of the tree and decorated room. I glanced at Jean to find a knowing smile. I blushed. This was my parents, and she was teasing me, though carefully. Just last night we made love in front of the same tree with the room light off and the tree lights blazing. It had been magical and had encouraged a long, consuming mutual effort, interrupted only by recovery times with more wine.

We planned a casual Christmas Eve dinner of wine and finger food to encourage relaxation after their travels. We sat around the dining table with a couple of bottles of wine and plates of cut cheese, sausage, ham, crackers, and fruit.

I noticed that Mom kept looking at Jean, and finally said, "Jean, you look ... I don't know ... you look amazing, somehow younger. Sorry," she quickly added, "I didn't mean ..."

Jean laughed, "Younger for an old lady?" but she said it with a hearty laugh. "I know you didn't mean it that way." She glanced directly at me. "No, it's Jack, actually. Your son has been magical for me since he came to the college and looked in on me. But, since moving in ... he's kept me more active and involved than I have been in years." She reached over and squeezed my hand, giving it what probably looked like a grandmotherly pat. "It has been wonderful having someone else in the house. Not to mention going to movies again." She laughed, "The beast is insistent on taking me for runs with him around the lake."

"Self-defense," I chuckled, "you know how she cooks."

Mom and Dad smiled with delight.

Christmas morning was like years gone by. Everyone gathered at the tree with coffee and Jean's legendary caramel rolls. Later we would have brunch including one of her legendary egg dishes. Late afternoon would be the huge meal followed by football for Dad and me.

We opened packages, everyone in pajamas and robes almost a requirement, as if returning to times from the past. I went with Jean to the kitchen at one point to return with more coffee.

"I have another gift for you, but you'll have to wait until after they leave," I whispered to her in the kitchen, giving her a playful bump against her hip.

She bumped me back, "It just so happens I have something similar for you, too."

We both looked out of the kitchen entry. The living room and kitchen were well separated, but just in case one of them followed us. We moved at the same moment to give the other a quick kiss.

"Damn," I muttered softly as we turned back to what we needed to do at the counter, "a whole fucking week?"

She giggled, "Without the fucking part."

I half turned and looked at her robe, "I don't suppose you're naked under there so I could have a quick feel?"

She swatted my hand playfully as it moved toward the tie of her robe. "Of course, I'm not," she giggled. "Behave yourself." Then, just before we returned to the living room, she leaned against me. "Just imagine what it will be like when we are alone again."

"That's what has me so horny for you, and the week has just begun."

She giggled, "You don't think I'm not dripping right now?"

We both took a deep breath before returning to Mom and Dad in the living room.

As much as it was nice to have Mom and Dad visit, the week seemed to drag. I purposely devised activities, walks, and tours of the town to keep us busy and my mind off my grandmother ... at least for moments.

The folks were leaving late morning on New Year's Eve. We got them to the small airport in plenty of time for all the hugs with heartfelt expressions of thanks and gratitude for a wonderful week, and it really had been. I promised to get back to seeing them, and honestly thought it would be a fun road trip for Jean and me some summer.

We waited at the airport until we verified that their plane had taken off. It wasn't our weather, but winter brought routine delays, especially at major hubs. Once satisfied we were alone again, I led Jean by the hand out to the short-term parking lot. At the car, I looked around the lot. Satisfied, I turned her at the passenger door without moving to open it. I pressed her against the side of the car and kissed her with the pent-up passion and desire of a long week without having her.

She instantly responded to my kiss with her arms around my neck, and, when I pressed my hips against hers, she responded with her own pressing need. "Oh God, Jack, take me home."

Most of the drive home was quiet, as if neither of us could manage anything more than containing our desire until we were home. Once pulling into the garage and entering the house, however, it was like an explosion of a week's worth of constrained energy. We made it as far as the utility/laundry room between the garage and kitchen when I turned her and backed her against the dryer, my mouth seeking hers with a pent-up passion that startled even me.

I was opening her jacket in a rush. "Jack, the bed ... upstairs ..." she gasped, her own hands struggling with my jacket.

"Later," I replied urgently, "I want you now, then again upstairs."

She giggled as she pried her shoes off as I pulled her jacket down her arms, and quickly tugged her sweater up her body. "Oh, Jack, honey," she gasped and laughed, "I love you, you silly boy."

Her head was caught in the sweater, and she took over. I ripped my jacket off, and followed it with my wool shirt. I was dropping my jeans, and while bent over, worked at removing her slacks and panties, as she tugged up her shirt. She was still wearing her bra when I lifted her onto the dryer.

"Ever been fucked on the dryer, Jean?" I asked breathlessly as I spread her legs.

"Oh God, Jack, just fuck me. I need it so badly, too. Fuck me hard, then take me upstairs and love me."

I raised her knees and spread them, forcing her to lean back onto her elbows. I bent over to cover her pussy with my mouth, my tongue swiping along her pussy. "Hmmm ... someone is aroused."

She pulled my head up, my mouth instantly smeared with her seeping juice. "Eat me later. Fuck me now, Jack."

"Yes, ma'am," I said with a chuckle as I pulled her hips to the edge of the machine and guided my cock to her pussy. I pressed inside and watched her face. Her face was always so expressive, and it was again. Her eyes fluttered closed as I steadily pressed deeper into her wet pussy. Her mouth opened, and soft sighs and moans escaped. When I was fully into her, I stopped.

Her eyes slowly opened. "Don't tease me, Jack. Oh God, you feel good, but I want you to finish me, make me scream. That's what you want, isn't it, honey? You want me to go crazy on your beautiful cock. Take me, Jack, please."

I held onto her hips, pulled back, and plowed powerfully back in. Over and over, every time deep, and every time her pussy clamped around me in response. It didn't take either of us long. We were used to orgasms every day, and it had been a very long week to wait. We both erupted into grunts, moans, and exclamations to each other.

Afterward, I was bent over her, both of us gasping. I kissed every inch of her face and neck. She giggled and squirmed under me as my kisses around her neck and ears tickled her.

Then I pulled her toward me, her arms going around my neck, and her legs around my waist. Carrying her with my cock inside her wasn't new any longer, and she giggled as I hefted her up for a better hold, my cock sinking into her as she settled back down in my arms. She kissed me as I walked her out into the hallway, and turned toward the front of the house for the stairs. Each step up bounced her on my cock, and each step brought a moan from her. She kept kissing me.

"You keep kissing me, and I won't see where I am going," I chuckled. She giggled again and gave me another kiss.

I dropped her onto the bed and watched her bounce, her face a lively smile. I tore off my socks, then took hers off. I smiled down at her. "You're overdressed," I said.

"My bra?" She arched her back and managed to release the catches. She tossed it away, neither of us caring where it ended up. She reached her arms out to me. "I'm ready, Jack."

I crawled onto the bed and nudged her legs further open, settling down between them and lightly over her, my elbows supporting my upper body, and my cock against her just fuck pussy. I kissed her tenderly and peered into her eyes.

"Ready to be loved, Milady?" I teased.

"You do me so well, honey. I love how you make me feel loved. You're so good to me, Jack." She nodded, "Yes, honey, please make me feel that way again, like you have done so often, not just satisfied, but loved."

I kissed her softly on the lips before moving to her neck, and back to her lips again. All the while, I flexed my hips against her, my hardening cock gently moving inches over her pussy. Her arms went around my neck, and she pressed her hips up against me to feel my cock more firmly against her. That wasn't going to last long, though.

I shifted down her body slowly, mere distances of kisses as I began at her neck to her shoulders to her upper chest. I kissed over her breast and nipple before gently sucking on the nipple as if nursing. Then I kissed over to the other breast and repeated it all. Her gasps and soft moans floated around us in the otherwise quiet of the afternoon with bright winter sunlight streaming through the window and over us.

I left her breasts to kiss down her stomach. The lower my kissing took me, her hips rose slightly from the bed in anticipation, and her moans increased, punctuated with breathless gasps.

I licked her clit, and heard her suck in a breath. I raised her knees and pushed them to each side to open her pussy to my lips and tongue. I pushed my hands underneath her ass and lifted her hips for better access, my tongue stroking over her pussy, and probing into her cum-filled hole. I kissed, tongued, and sucked over her pussy before returning the inches up to her clit, which I took between my lips to suck and probe with my tongue before gently nibbling on it with my teeth.

Her hips were rising, pressing her pussy up against my mouth when I slipped a finger into her pussy.

"Oh God, Jack!" she gasped. "God ... you make me ... feel so good."

I smiled to myself as I nipped her clit between my teeth, and sent a second finger into her pussy. I curved them to stroke her g-spot, but only for a touch, just enough for her hips to rise quickly, and fall back to the bed. I left her pussy to kiss down the inside of one thigh, her moans taking on a different tone as I left her pussy unattended. I kissed back up, and over her pussy, lapping at it like I imagined a dog might, before kissing down the other thigh.

When I returned to her pussy, she was gently, but insistently tugging at my head. I kissed back up her body in a straight line between her heaving breasts to capture her gasping mouth, my cock bumping against her pussy.

"I ... oh dear God, Jack ... I want ... to feel you ... inside me now ... the way you ... you know how ... you do it."

I knew. Slow. Gentle. Long. Rising arousal, the plateau, and rising, and plateau. It was almost a torment and could continue so long.

I eased my cock into her pussy, just inches. She gasped as we kissed, and I fondled a breast and nipple. I moved another few inches inside her. Every bit of penetration was more gasps into my mouth, and her hips flexing for more penetration, but this was my effort, not hers. Another couple of inches, and another until I was fully into her, her pussy clasping around my cock by that time, as her arousal and desire took over her. I remained deep inside her as I kissed and teased her. I flexed my cock inside her, and she moaned. I slowly retreated my cock a few inches, and pressed back in. And she moaned and gasped. Again she flexed her hips up against me.

I raised onto my hands, and looked at her. Her eyes were closed until she slit them open to see what I was doing, which at the moment was nothing, just resting deep in her pussy. She smiled up at me, and I flexed my cock, and she flexed her hips, and squeezed my cock with her pussy.

She released a long sigh. She pressed her hips up, and the effect was a slight movement of my cock inside her, as her pussy repeatedly clenched around me.

"Oh Jack," she gasped, her eyes locked on mine, "Please, Jack, I need to cum."

I smiled down at her as I kissed her, and slowly eased my cock back to the entrance of her pussy. While still kissing her, I slammed my cock fully back inside. Her mouth opened in a gasping moan while I continued to cover it. I pulled back quickly, and repeated the move, fucking her strongly, over and over.

"Oh God," she moaned into my mouth, "oh fuck, yeeeeessssss!"

And just like that, I felt her orgasm, her pussy washing my cock, spasming around me, while I continued plowing into her. As her orgasm ebbed, I was still moving slowly inside her.

"Jack," she gasped with ragged breath, "you ... you didn't cum."

I kissed her lips and nose. "I'm not done with you, yet, Jean." I kissed her again. "I'm not done enjoying the feel of your wet, clenching pussy around me. You'll orgasm again before I cum."

She gazed up at me, her breathing heavy and ragged, but a smile formed over her face. "Are you sure?" she teased.

I kissed her. "Oh, yes. We've been here before."

She smiled and pulled my face to hers for a deep kiss. "Yes, Jack, yes we have. How did you learn this?"

"You inspired me."

She smiled, and I saw something in her face. She suddenly pushed me to the side, and we rolled so she was on top looking down at me, my cock never leaving her clenching pussy.

"Okay," she teased, "let's see who cums, first." I smiled back up at her. I loved how my 59-year-old grandmother fought to equal my energy and playfulness.

She placed her palms on my chest and pushed herself upright. She smiled as my cock penetrated deeper as she sat up on top of me. I reached up to take each nipple in my fingers. She sighed and began rising and falling on my cock.

With concentration showing on her face, she said, "I'm going to do this nice and slow, the same way you do me, Jack. I want to build up your arousal slowly, but steadily until you explode inside me."

I pinched her nipples, and she moaned, but she also rose to the top before slamming back down, her pussy clamped around me as she did. I moaned and raised my hips to meet hers on the next downward thrust.

"I thought I was fucking you," she uttered in response to my added effort.

"Who said?" I replied.

"I'm going to ... make you cum, Jack," she gasped.

"Yes, you will."

That time we climaxed together. I pulled the covers over us and spooned into her back. She was already slipping into sleep. I joined her moments later.

By the time my eyes opened, the room had darkened. The winter skies had become overcast, sending the world into an earlier dusk than normal. I adjusted the cover over us as I snuggled closer to Jean, easing my hand under her arm to carefully cup her breast. I stayed like that patiently and quietly. She moved in her sleep, turning over to her other side, and ending up facing me. Unable to spoon, I satisfied myself by simply watching her face as she softly breathed.

I leaned my face to hers, and kissed her lightly on the forehead, her nose, and, finally, her lips. She flinched slightly, rubbing her hand over her mouth in her sleep. But it was happening, so I watched, and I waited. Slowly, one eye fluttered open; she absently rubbed her other eye.  When both eyes opened, she found me gazing at her from mere inches.

"What are you doing?" she asked sleepily.

"Watching and marveling at the most beautiful woman in the world," I said in a voice just above a whisper.

She stared for a moment, and I knew she was still trying to pull herself from sleep. "What time is it?"

"I don't know. I don't care. I'm here in bed with you. What could be more important?"

She suddenly raised her head enough to look at me. "Did you say I was the most beautiful woman in the world? Or did I dream that?"

"I did."

She shook her head and closed the gap between us, one leg draping over mine, and half her body onto me. "You're crazy, you know that? But ... thank you." She kissed me. "Thank you, even if it is crazy." I pulled her fully on top of me. She wiggled against my cock, and gave me a telling smile. I tried to act on that, but she stopped me. "What are our plans for tonight? Our first New Year's Eve. Shouldn't we do something?"

"I'm very comfortable right here," I teased.

She playfully slapped my shoulder. "Please, Jack?"

I rolled us so I was on top, but not my full weight. I kissed her. I could feel my cock stirring. She did, too, because she pressed her hips up. She smiled, but I relented. Our first new year? That held the promise of more to follow.

"Let's shower and go to that Italian place."

"Great. You call to be sure we can get in. I get the shower first," and she jumped away as I reached for her. She scampered, giggling, into the bathroom.

I scrolled through my contacts, found the restaurant, and called. Be in by 6:30 the woman said, everyone is coming later.

I dropped the phone and walked into the bathroom. Steam was billowing from the shower. I opened the door and stepped inside.

"Jack, I'm almost done," she protested.

"No, you aren't," I countered as I took her into my arms from behind, my hands fondling her wet breasts to her groin. "We're all set for the restaurant, and we have plenty of time."

She giggled and twisted, but not hard enough to truly want to escape. Finally, she settled back against me, and my hands caressed over her. "Oh, Jack," she giggled, "you can make me feel like a girl again."

"You are, you're my girl," I uttered into her ear.

She turned in my arms, pressing her body against mine, and crushing me with a powerful kiss. "Oh God, Jack," she gasped. She didn't utter anything more. Instead, she sank to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. The water cascaded down over her as she stroked and sucked on my cock. In minutes I was hard. She looked up at me, wiping water from her eyes. "I want to swallow your cum, Jack."

I smiled and leaned back against the wall as she retook my cock into her mouth.

We ended up rushing to get to the restaurant on time, but it worked out, and everything about the dinner was wonderful. Or, maybe, it was how we were feeling about the evening.

When we arrived back home, we ended up killing a bottle of wine as we sat before a raging fire in the fireplace. Jean was on my lap and covered by a comforter. We were naked again. Jean held the comforter to her chin. A cold front had moved in, sending the temperatures plummeting, but we weren't about to deny ourselves what we wanted. With her securing the comforter, my hands underneath were free to caress her, and I did with soft, gentle touches, but with an arousing effect.

I left the comfort of her body to get another bottle of wine. It was New Year's Eve, she had insisted. I might not be quite of legal age, but it had never bothered her to share wine with me. We sipped wine and snuggled. I fondled her breasts and nipples, kissed her neck, shoulder, or ear. We had soft music playing on the Bluetooth speaker behind us. We didn't talk much. We didn't feel the need to. We were together and at peace.

Eventually, we turned the music off and turned on CNN to watch Anderson Cooper bring in the New Year from New York. According to Jean, that was how she typically brought in the New Year, quietly at home watching other people celebrating.

"This is what you usually do?" I asked, while fondling her breast and nipple, my hardening cock pressed against her bare butt.

"Yes, but I rarely make it to midnight," she confessed.

"I don't plan on it, tonight, either," I softly said as I kissed her and moved my hand down her body. Her thighs opened at my touch, and I lightly stroked her pussy. It still felt surprising to me sometimes that she so willingly accepted my touching her body so casually, with so much familiarity. "Do you really want to watch this? Or, would you rather bring in the New Year while making love?"

She twisted in my arms, the comforter dropping to our waists, and she kissed me hard. I used the remote to turn off Anderson Cooper. She pulled her face back only a few inches. She looked so happy, and she kissed me again. I shifted forward with her in my arms, and stood, the comforter dropping to the floor. My arms were under her waist and knees, her arms around my neck as I walked to the stairs; she dropped her head to my shoulder.

I didn't playfully drop her onto the bed this time. I knelt on the edge of the bed and placed her near the center, her head on a pillow. I gazed at her naked body, and once again marveled at the woman she was. She reached out to touch my thickening cock. I looked down at her hand softly stroking my cock as I knelt next to her.

"You like that I just touch you like this, don't you?" she asked. It could have been a rhetorical question; it was so obvious.

I nodded, bent over, and kissed each nipple, which had sprung to life, too. "Just as much as you like that I touch you when I can."

I kissed her mouth, then began kissing down her body to her pussy. "Wait," she suddenly uttered, "I want to suck you, too."

I pulled her from the head of the bed to give me more room, and swung my legs over her, backing up until I could attack her pussy, and I felt her mouth take my cock. We were both using light, unhurried movements, nothing rushed or urgent, simply loving each other in a very intimate way.

I felt her pull her mouth off my cock, then, "Jack, do you think you have two more climaxes left? You've fucked me so much today."

I raised my body a bit and turned my head to look between us. She must have sensed the motion because she had tilted her head to look, too. What a sight. I had raised only enough to see along her body. I first saw her engorged clit, then her stomach, through the valley of her breasts, to her face with my cock just above her face. I saw her smile, perhaps enjoying the reverse view. Her head rose only a few inches to kiss my cock with me watching, and I reciprocated with a kiss to her clit.

"The second fuck may take a while, but I don't think that will be a problem for you," I softly chuckled, still enjoying the view.

I lowered my stiff cock to her nose, and she kissed it again. "Taking a while would be perfect, honey. We have as much time as we want." She recaptured my cock in her mouth, and I returned to her pussy.

It was perfect, too. It wasn't long after that we disengaged, and I thrust into her pussy. It took a bit more time for me to attain my climax, but that allowed time to roll us, and for her to fuck me. I went downstairs for more wine, that time turning the lights off. When her fingers had me hardening enough to penetrate her, it did take a longer time for another climax. Bringing her to multiple orgasms in the process didn't seem to bother her in the least.

We slept with her sprawled over my body, my arm securely holding her to my shoulder.

When I woke, I was spooned into her back again with a hand covering her breast. Even in my sleep, my body seemed to know where it belonged.

I eased out of bed and went downstairs, adding a few degrees to the thermostat setting as I did. I wanted to remain naked for her, even if she decided to put a robe on to ward off the chill of the morning. I started the coffee maker, then searched for everything I would need for making omelets.

Everything was ready and waiting, and I was sipping the first cup of coffee while looking out into the backyard, the cold, overcast sky reminding me that the cold front that had moved into the region would be a perfect excuse to stay indoors. I smiled. Naked with Jean in my arms, if possible. I was constantly amazed at how frequently she could inspire my arousal.

Then I felt covered arms encircling my waist, but bare breasts pressed into my back. She had opened her robe for our bodies to touch. I put the cup down and turned to face her, pulling her against me, her breasts pressed into my chest. She pressed her hips into mine.

"Thank you, Jack. Thank you for last night. That was the best way to bring in the New Year," she softly uttered in my embrace.

I kissed her head. "I thought it was perfect."

She looked at the other counter. She would let me make breakfast; it wasn't the first time. She got some coffee and sat at the kitchen table to watch. "This seems like the perfect way to start the New Year, too," she said. "Watching my naked man making breakfast for me." A moment later, "Have any ideas of what we should do today?"

I turned my head to smile at her. She shook her head with a laugh. "I am sure something will come up." I winked at her.

"Jack, do you ever start the year with resolutions?"

I shook my head as I worked the skillet. "Never saw the point. I didn't feel a resolution was needed if there was something important enough to commit myself to."

"I've been thinking a lot about something, and I think there is a resolution we should both commit to."

"Sounds serious," I said. "Let me get breakfast on the table so I can give you my full attention."

"That's one of the things I love about you, Jack."

I chuckled teasingly, "And here I thought it was only my body."

"Oh God, your body, but no."

I concentrated on the omelets, but wondered just how serious her thinking had taken her. How serious could it be, though? We had made love and fucked so much of the day and night since the folks left.

Conversation during breakfast was random and without focus. I didn't press it. After, she stood and took my hand, leading us to the family room. I sat on the sofa and watched as she removed her robe, sat across my lap as we had done so many times before, this time using her robe as a cover. My arm was around her, and I cupped a breast. The other hand stroked along the inside of her thigh. She parted her legs in open invitation. How serious could this be, I wondered again?

"Is this a serious talk that I shouldn't be touching you, Jean? You have me nervous."

She lightly kissed me. "It is serious, honey, but not bad serious. I chose to sit on your lap naked, right?" I nodded, and kissed her back. "I need your touch, Jack. That's what I want to talk about. I need your touch. I want your touch. I want to touch you. I want to fuck you." She giggled. "Damn, Jack, I talk like a sailor now. I never talked like that before you."

I squeezed her nipple, and slid my fingers over her pussy. "I think it is wonderful how open you are with me."

"Me, too," she sighed at my touches.

"So," I said, "if it's not a bad serious ..."

She turned her shoulders more toward me. I had to stretch my arm to maintain hold of her breast. She pressed my hand tight to her pussy, and I used the encouragement to press a finger into her. She sighed again.

"I want this, Jack. I want your touch. For the next three plus years, I'm yours." She stared at me. Three plus years, I thought. The meaning of that dawned on me, and she saw it. "Yes, Jack. Three plus years. That's what we have. Only that. In that time, you will graduate, and your life needs to go on. Like your father before you, this town doesn't have what you need."

"What about needing you?" I protested.

She smiled. "I love you, Jack. You aren't just my grandson to me, you know that. But this won't work. Not really, and you know it." She stared at me, studying me, watching for me to respond further.

She was right, of course. It was too obvious despite any immediate emotion wanting to deny it. I saw her face ease as she recognized my acceptance.

"You know I love you, and not as my grandmother," I said with emotion welling up.

She smiled and hugged me. She squeezed her thighs to trap my hand over her pussy, one finger inside her. "Three plus years, Jack. Take me upstairs and fuck me."

THE END