This story starts at Christmas, I was home from University for the vacation. Home was and remains, a large farmhouse, at that time the property of my maternal grandmother. The farm itself, also belonged to her having been left to her by my great-grandfather. Mother's sister Emma and her husband worked the farm, Granny the family matriarch owned and had until recently actively controlled it all.
Granny was old, physically infirm and we all thought her once sharp brain was in decline. If you know about British social care funding laws you will understand why my mother insisted we live with her mother and take care of her this was my mother's inheritance. If the council, social work department provided carers, they would put a charge on the house and take it when Granny died.
Christmas was over, the New Year hang-over still present when my father asked me about my itinerary for the year. "Uni this term," I replied adding. "Back here at Easter, then two days at Uni for term registration, Then back here for five weeks to finish my dissertation, hand that in then revision for two weeks. Followed by sitting my finals."
"Good," said Dad. "In that case Easter I am taking your Mum for a well deserved break. You can look after your Granny."
I blanched, looking after Granny for a couple of hours was one thing and I was not very good at it. But looking after an incontinent, somewhat demented old lady for seven weeks was terrifying. "But I have to go away for registration." I had thought that this was my trump card.
Dad was ready. "It is fine I knew that, so I have arranged with Aunty Emma, that she will come across for those two days."
So it came about, the before Friday before Good Friday, I returned home, over the next four days mother gave me a crash course in caring for Granny. Mother showed me what to do. Granny's medicines, what they were, how and when to give them; how to fill out a repeat prescription request; contact number for the doctors surgery. How to dress and undress my grandmother, it felt strange doing so intimate things to an old lady, especially an old lady who had always been a part of my life, When I spoke about my feelings to my mother, she said I should forget the person I was caring for was my granny, just regard her as a job to be done.
The worst was learning how to change her incontinence pads. Mother said always to wear exam gloves as this helped establish a working connection in place of the family connection. I noticed a change in mother's demeanour as soon as she did any caring, she donned her apron and gloves and became very Matron like! I almost burst into a fit of giggles the first time that I witnessed this transformation.
At last the day arrived. The Wednesday before Good Friday, my mother, father, Granny and me with Mum and Dad's bags crammed into the Land Rover. We, Granny and I left them at the airport, flying to Australia to visit my older sister. Granny and I drove the four and a half hours home.
It was then my duties began. Not only had Granny wet herself, but she'd done the other as well. Using my arm as a crutch I got her out of the Land Rover., into the house and straight into the bathroom. I had no lustful thoughts the stench saw to that. In an impersonal way I ran Granny's bath, helped her out of her clothes and into the warm bath. "Will you be OK Gran?" I asked gathering her clothes.
"I'm fine Joe I'm not a child" she responded tartly. I took her clothes, sluiced them and put them in the washing machine.
Granny was lying in the bath soaping herself when I returned. I dipped my fingers in the bath to check the water was still warm. "Jump in if you want Joe," she said and cackled with laughter which ended in a coughing fit.
It was when she got out of the bath, an operation that involved me half lifting her, that I noticed her body. First impression she was like a little doll, just over five feet tall and weighing about one hundred and ten pounds, little more than skin and bone. A flat stomach and skinny arse, legs and arms like matchsticks. Her size was not to do with age, she had always been small. Her tits must have been large when she was younger, but now at seventy-five they were near empty bags which hung like a pair of drained udders to her waist. It was her nipples which drew my attention, each at least as long and as thick as my thumb as firm as a cow's teat. I found myself having to fight against an impulse to play with them.
"Lets get you dry." I said, wrapping Granny in a thick bath towel. I towelled her dry. It was no good, despite my best intentions I succumbed to lust. Accidentally taking advantage of the opportunity toying with her teats. Granny opened her legs in a lewd invitation, so I could dry her. By now movement was difficult, my erection seemed to be fighting against my briefs. Once dry I followed Granny into her bedroom to get dressed, while behind her I was able to rearrange myself. I watched as she packed her flaccid breasts into her bra, then pulled on a sweat shirt top. She did not appear to have noticed the bulge in my jeans, probably an age thing, I thought. Without me telling her to, she hopped onto the bed, "I'll let you put my pad on." She said, spreading her thighs and affording me an intimate, close-up view of her genitalia. Could she read my mind? Did she see the lust in my eyes? No I do not think so, it was just my mother usually put her incontinence pad on, I recalled when Granny had done it there were often disasters.
It is like changing a baby, after drying her I had to apply moisturising cream. When mum showed me I had not really looked at Granny's body. Now was different, here I was applying slippery gel to Granny's sex bits and I was sure I noticed her old clit twitch and her hips give a perceptible wriggle. Was that a smile on her lips? By the time I had her pants on, I had a half hard. I was embarrassed to admit it, even to myself but I had got aroused.
Granny and I had something to eat then settled down to watch television. By eight o'clock Granny was dozing, her head slumped. She always did this in the evening, I did what my mother always did, gently awakened her, made her a warm drink, gave her the pills she took every evening, toileted her. She washed her face, then removed both sets of dentures, I put them to soak overnight. In her bedroom I helped her out of her day clothes and into her nightdress so she was ready her for bed. She got on the bed, lifted her nightdress, was there a smile on her face. "Now you have to change my pad." Changing her pad I hoped that Granny did not notice my rampant erection. My final task was to make a half mug of drinking chocolate for Granny, and to give her the medicines she took. I made myself a mug of coffee and together we drank our night-cap.
I picked up her empty mug. "Night gran," I said I bent over her, my lips brushing her forehead, a platonic kiss.
"Night Joe." She seemed normal compos mentis then said, "Where's Elise?"
Elise is mother's name. "It's alright gran she is away on holiday with dad. We drove them to the airport, don't you remember?"
"Oh silly me a little memory lapse, of course we did. For a moment I'd forgotten."
Once Granny was in bed I left her. Now I could get on with my dissertation, "The decline of the Roman Family 1st c bce to 4th c ce", a dusty subject with a hint of sex I had wanted to write about sex and gladiatrix, but unfortunately I could not find enough material, so the Roman Family was my subject fascinating to those who are interested. As there would be only the two of us in the house I allocated the dining room to myself as a study. The long oak Refectory dining table was covered with my text books and note books, at one end there was a clear area, my workspace. Here was my laptop.
Mug of coffee in hand I settled down to start on my dissertation, a lot of it was organised in my head and I had copious notes. I began to doodling on an A4 pad drawing mind maps sketching blocks that would determine the shape of my work. Time flies when I am engrossed in something, and I was engrossed. It was half past eleven, when I looked at the clock. Time to stop and check on Granny, I had not given her a thought for the last few hours.
The light was still on in her bedroom. Zonked by her sleeping tablets, Granny was lying on her back sleeping peacefully, toothless mouth slackly open. One of her tits had escaped from her nightdress, flashing one of her elongated teats. I had a deep desire to toy with that teat. Experimentally I touched her arm, she didn't stir. Gently I trailed my fingers over her breast, still she slept. I knelt down by the bed. I kissed her breast, licking working my way toward my goal - the teat. The teat was amazing pliant firm and exciting. I sucked and licked. My cock was rampant, my balls heavy. I stood up, undid my jeans, dropped my jeans and pants. I was naked from the waist down. I was going to jack off cum over her tit.
When I looked at her part open toothless mouth it seemed very sexy and inviting. I wondered if she had ever given a B-J. Granny's sex life was a gray area, about which the only thing I knew was she had been a single parent to twins, my mother and Aunt Emma, all else was unknown and to my knowledge never spoken about. I was not even certain that Mother or Aunt Emma knew the identity of their father.
With two fingers I probed her mouth, gently parting her lips, there was no resistance. Granny had taken her sleeping tablets, it appeared she was deep in a drug induced sleep. I felt a tremendous sense of power, she was all mine. I could do to her whatever I wanted to do. I turned Granny so she was on her side facing me her head near to the edge of the bed. Now it was easy to slowly work my cock into her mouth. Gently I fucked her mouth, the sensation was fantastic, unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I'd had blow-jobs but always from young women with a full head of teeth, this was different, Granny's mouth was toothless, warm, wet and soft like a pussy. Grasping her head thrust into her until soon, all too soon I felt, the spunk boiling out of my cock.
I was rapidly discovering the joy of being a dominant. There is a fantastic feeling of power, when your in total control of another being. Throwing caution to the wind, driven by lust and need I pulled Granny toward me, I thrust into her, as cum pulsed from my cock. I came what seemed like gallons.
I became aware that in an involuntary action Granny was swallowing, for one glorious moment I thought my cock would slide down her throat, but then she gagged. Her body fought against my intrusion. Enough was enough I pulled my cock from between her lips, incredibly she was still asleep. My thick and creamy cum mingled with her spittle oozed out of her mouth, running over her cheek, onto the sheets and pillow. Even her lank grey hair gleamed where it was cum-slicked.
I could, I should, have cleaned her up. The sight of her was so erotic that I had to have a picture. I went to my room grabbed my camcorder, (which I kept mounted on a tripod). Back in Granny's bedroom I took some photographs. Already my prick was stirring into life I put the camera at the foot of the bed set on a wide angle, changed the setting from single photo to record video. so it would capture all the action.
With a little movement and a slight ripping of a flimsy seam I freed both of Granny's breasts. Now I took more time sucking the rubbery teats until both began to respond, becoming harder and thicker. I slipped my hand inside her pants, in under the pad. I could not work out if she was aroused or the slick feeling was the moisturising cream I'd applied earlier. Maybe it was better to wait before I tried fucking her, perhaps tomorrow night I'd increase the sleeping tablets, then I'd bang her. My cock grew harder at the thought.
This time I just pushed my rock hard cock between her lips. Holding her head I pushed deep into her. When I felt her swallow I pushed, when she gagged I held her tight so she could not spit me out. Her throat was tight around the head of my cock, relentlessly I drove into her. This time I lasted longer until eventually I spurted into her. I thought all my cum had gone down her throat, but when I pulled out she sort of burped and a gooey mess flowed out of her mouth.
Enough was enough. I took the camcorder off the tripod and got some close-ups of her cum spatterred face, the gooey mix still seeping from her mouth. I closed down the camcorder and took it and the tripod into my room When I returned Granny was still sleeping soundly, apparently unaware of what had happened. Now I foresaw a couple of months of fun with my living sex toy, I only wished the folks had gone for longer. I sat with Granny for about another half an hour or more to be sure she was OK.
Whilst I watched her I calculated, plotted and planned. I wondered what it would be like to screw someone who was incontinent if she came would she piss herself, what would it feel like to get showered with Granny's piss? I guessed it would probably be best to lube her up with the moisturiser before getting into her it must be years since she had last had a cock in her. Satisfied that she was OK, I went to bed. Silently promising her that tomorrow I was going to screw the arse off her. If she awakened it really did not matter. I would clean her up and who would believe the demented old bat.
That night I slept really well until about seven thirty, when Granny's alarm buzzer awakened me. Wearing shorts and a t-shirt I went to her. "Are you OK gran?"
"Oh yes I'm fine dear. I couldn't hear anyone. I forgot that Elise is away. I have got a bit of a sore throat."
"Oh," I said innocently. "You don't feel fluey or anything do you."
"No Joe its nothing a cup of tea wont fix."
I made a pot of tea, and took a cup to Granny.
"Oh that is nice," she said quaffing her tea. "Oh Joe I feel awfully wet can you do my pad? I think after I'll have a little lie in bed, all the driving and things yesterday seems to have quite worn me out."
I assembled the things to change Granny; the exam gloves, the towel, a bowl of warm water, clean flannel, the wipes, the medicated moisturiser, her clean pants and the pads. Granny smiled, "That's right dear," she said raising her hips as I slid off her pants. "Oh dear get me a new nightie, this one has torn."
I turned from taking a nightdress from the tallboy to find Granny had removed the torn nightdress and was naked on the bed. Without me telling her to do so, she spread her legs ready for me to wash her. Once gloved up. I washed her, dried her and was applying the moisturiser, looking at her old cunt and anticipating night time. Suddenly my wrist was clamped in a vice like grip. "Keep doing that until I cum."
I looked at Granny, "What?"
"Oh do credit me with some brains. My memory may be failing, but I can still recall the taste of spunk. Anyway you left the evidence everywhere. The sheets are like boards. My hair is matted And my mouth tasted like the bottom of a parrots cage. Add to that, a sore throat and I think the evidence is pretty conclusive rebuttal if you wish."
I'd forgotten to mention Granny had been a lawyer. I could only make one response. "Guilty as charged."
"Well don't stop now. Just keep going until I cum. When I've cum you can strip off and join me in bed. I've not had a man for years and I'm not missing out on the opportunity. Once your in bed with me I think that it is only fair that you should go down on me and lick my pussy."
"Oh I will. I will enjoy that."
"Of course you will. Do you know I think we are going to have a lovely time together committing incest. Incest, that's what it is called Joe when you have sex with your grandmother. Its a crime. I do hope you enjoy being a criminal. I hope you enjoy everything we do."
"Everything?" I was in a state of shock. Last night I had been the one in control but now it did not feel that way. Now what was Granny meaning with the word "everything".
"Oh Joe don't disappoint me, I hoped I'd found a kindred spirit. I like kinky sex. We'll feel our way. First off I have three holes available to you, I hope that you intend to use them all! Now keep going ... don't stop ... do that circular motion ...now jam all the fingers of your other hand into me!"
I pushed three fingers into her tight pussy. I could feel the wetness no she was not pissing herself.
"Keep fingering me ... force your fingers in, Don't be afraid I want you to open me." I tried to do as she wished. "Come on Joe use force, you raped my mouth last night now take my pussy the same way."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Joe don't stop make me cum ... Oh my good god this is so good ... don't stop. Spread me! Force me open!" Granny arched her back lifting her hips. "Oh that was so good, I'd forgotten how good it was. Now for my delection your punishment. You my lovable incredibly sexy grandson, are going to tongue my pussy. Joe don't treat me like a china doll, I do yoga so for my age I am supple, lift my legs and get in there."
I did not have a lot of choice, Granny placed her legs around my shoulders then wrapped them around my neck, drawing my mouth down to her open sex. The moisturiser tasted, but soon I was applying long languorous licks along her labia alternating from side to side, teasing her by terminating each lick just short of her clit. "Oh Joe you tease you are killing me." Granny moaned. I responded by taking the licks lower starting by the rose bud of her arsehole.
Only when Granny began to tear at my hair did I begin to lick her clit. Sucking it then probing her open vagina. "I am cumming Joe." This time she pissed herself as she came. I lapped her salt sweet fluid and continued tongue probing her. As I tongued her I gently worked my index finger into her anus, followed with my middle finger, she wriggled her hips working the invasion past my knuckles. This was wonderful, most women, well girls, I'd been with would scream if their arsehole was touched let alone fingered! What were Granny's limits I did not know but I intended to find out.
"You can stop now Joe." She announced releasing the grip on my neck. She may be supple for seventy-five, but it still took us a couple of minutes to disentangle our selves.
Granny kissed me then said, "Are you enjoying yourself, answer me honestly?"
"Yes I am, you are the sexiest woman I have been with.
"Even when I peed in your mouth?"
"Even when you peed in my mouth." I replied smiling.
"Thank heaven for waterproof mattress covers," Granny said. "It's not just incontinence, I have always been a bit of a gusher when I cum. Don't ask me why, some women are made that way. As I build up for a really intense orgasm, I can feel the pressure building up. I cum and I squirt, of course now I am old the incontinence makes me even wetter."
"To tell the truth Gran I thought it was fun, makes everything more erotic."
"I reckon you should fuck me now. And don't forget, do not treat me like a china doll. I like my sex rough the rougher the better. So lift my legs and really fuck me."
I knelt between her legs. Raised her legs and put them on my shoulder, all the time watching her face for any signs she was hurting, but there were no signs -the Yoga must work! What I did notice was my licking her and her piss had removed a lot of the moisturiser. I leaned over her and squirted the tube between her labia, so it spread over her whole genital area. I emptied the tube by squeezing it into her vagina. Somewhere I had read or heard that the skin gets thinner as a person gets older, I did not want to cause potentially problematic injuries to Granny.
"Oh Joe that feels great," she said.
I put the head of my ramrod stiff cock at the entrance and began to slowly enter her.
Frustrated I stopped, now what I was thinking. "Joe I told you hard and rough, I want to feel you. I want to feel your cock spearing into me. Be my master not my lover>" Angrily I smashed into her. A bruising jolt as our pubic bones collided. I pulled back until I was almost out, relaxed, letting my weight and gravity take me plunging back into her. "Oh Joe this is so good." Granny gasped as I drove into her. "Keep going I want every bit of your virile young body."
There really was no holding her back. She was assisting me with her legs. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear, telling me she loved me and I was the best Fuck she had had in years. Who else had she fucked recently, and who was the best fuck she had ever had? I wondered as I screwed her. Then I felt the warm wet jet against my pubis. Granny had peed herself again.
I pulled out. Granny began to protest. Scarcely had she uttered, "oh", than I drove my cock into her other hole. Granny had said she had three holes I was making sure she got them filled.
"Oh my god, So good. It hurts and it is so good don't stop Joe, even if I tell you to. Keep going fill me with your spunk." I carried on screwing her until I could no longer hold back. I pumped my sperm into her.
"Oh that is so good." murmured Granny softly her eyes closed she sounded as if she was dreaming, "Thank you daddy, its been so very long."
"Gran are you OK."
"Of course I am dear. I am enjoying the feeling. Your hot cum flowing around my insides. Being buggered is very special for me."
"Granny you said, Thank you daddy! Why?"
"Did I say that?"
"No matter," I said as I thrust into her.
Granny responded to this onslaught saying. "Oh yes! That is so good Joe. I feel so full and so open."
Being a gentleman I wanted to please the lady, and satisfy my own desires, so I continued pounding into her until I came again. "Oh Gran you are the best screw I have ever known." I said as my limp prick fell from her with an audible "plop" sound. A true statement Granny was fantastic compared to the girls I had known. Touch their anus got a wriggle and a sharp "NO". A gentle fuck, and a B-J like they were licking a lollipop, not at all rewarding when compared to what Granny and I had done!
"Do me a favour, lover boy?"
"Of course Gran."
"Use good Anglo-Saxon not Americanisms, say fuck not screw."
"OK Gran. And now return the favour tell me why you said daddy."
"Are you sure I said Daddy?" She asked.
There was a ring of surprise and something else in her voice. "Yes you did Granny. Why did you say that?"
"Maybe you were mistaken."
"No I am not. Are you going to tell me?"
"I expect I was confused, you know my brain, I am not always with it. Grandson, brother, daddy, grand-dad! They are all much the same. I was just confused. Now Joe darling we have had a wonderful time but right now I need a shower and my bed needs to be changed. You need a shower too."
Granny was correct both of us needed a shower. I helped Granny out of bed and we did the logical thing took a shower together. After the shower we were unselfconscious about our nakedness. I stripped Granny's bed, with a bowl of warm water a dash of disinfectant added I wiped over the waterproof mattress cover. Then I helped Granny dress, I had to find a new tube of moisturiser, making a mental note to buy more. Eventually granny was dressed, then I dressed. Together we went to the kitchen and had breakfast together.
Granny sipped her tea, "Joe this morning has made me feel twenty years younger. Sex with you is amongst the best."
"So Gran who was the best."
"That is not for you to know. A gentleman does not ask a lady about her previous lovers."
That quietened me, at least for the present but I intended to get answers.
Enjoyment always has some cost. I spent part of the morning in the utility room laundering sheets and nightwear. After lunch Granny wanted to rest. I drove into town to do some shopping. I went to the two large stores Boots and Superdrug, in each I bought the same. The moisturiser for Granny and some large tubes of the own brand lube, which is indistinguishable from branded K-Y Gel.
When I arrived home I went straight to Granny's room. She was still asleep, the television playing softly with some Australian medical soap opera. Not wanting to disturb her made a quiet exit, but not quiet enough. "Is that you Joe?"
"If you are making yourself one I'd like a coffee. A real one not instant,"
A short while later we were both in her bedroom with mugs of coffee in our hands, she still lying on the bed while I sat beside her on the chair. Granny sniffed her mug. "Smells good, I love strong coffee. One thing I hate is that decaf stuff' It is like having sex with a vibrator, OK up to a point but fails to deliver the full experience." I gulped, Granny laughed. "I said that to your mother when she brought the muck into the house and she went crimson. Did you know my daughter is a bit of a prude, must get from my mother her grandmother because she certainly doesn't get it from me. As you know I am and always have been uninhibited about sex. Whereas your mother and her sister are quite the opposite."
It was weird talking to my grandmother about sex, to hear the language she used. What was also strange was she seemed far more with it, not so confused. "Gran can I ask you something?"
"You may." Her eyes twinkled, "That is no guarantee that I will answer."
"We never hear about Mum and Aunt Emma's father."
"No you don't do you. We weren't married, it was a secret then and maybe it should stay a secret. Anyway you are asking about my lovers again. I told you gentlemen do not ask."
"OK I'll ask a different question. Why is it today you don't appear to be at all confused."
"That sounds more like a statement of fact than a question."
"Maybe it is but now I am the one who feels confused."
"The brain is a funny thing Joe. Maybe for the last few years life has been so boring that my brain could see no reason to work. I thought I had done everything. My life seemed to be at an end I sold my practice, and found I had nothing. About four years ago I had my last fling. It ended when I overheard the man referring to me as an old biddy. One thing I was not and am not, is an OLD BIDDY. Well maybe I have been for the last four years, but no more you have reawakened the real me. Once again I am the real me - sex mad, vibrant and thinking."
All I could say was, "Wow." I was gob smacked, could sex really revitalise someone. "Gran is that all for real?"
"It certainly is. I don't know if you will be around, that is your choice, but today is the first day of the rest of my life. First thing get me your laptop I want to research Google that's the word isn't it! I want to Google incontinence and coping with it. "
"Sure I will Gran."
"And Joe promise me this, when you get bored with me you will say so to my face, then we can go our own ways, but do not ever call me an OLD BIDDY or any thing like that."
"I promise Gran and I won't be going anywhere, I won't get bored, you are too good at sex to think of you as an old biddy or anything else old."
Granny looked at my bulging groin. "Joe it is a sad fact that I am old. One consequence of age is that I get sore and right now, no matter how much I want you, I am too sore to let you fuck me or bugger me. So until tomorrow you will have to put those tubes of lube away." She smiled, "don't look so sad you can always use my mouth. If you want to, I want you to do me."
"Oh I want to." I replied.
"Well lets do it. I'm not blind I can see your cock is rousing from sleep again." Granny said with a smile.
It took little effort to kick off my jeans and shorts, swiftly followed by my T-shirt. Helping Granny undress took only a little longer. Soon once again both of us were naked. I spread Granny's legs. "No Joe! I mean it I'm too sore." Granny said pushing me away.
"No Gran I just want to look at you."
"Look all you want."
Granny was sore. Both labia looked slightly inflamed, her clitoris was obviously ready for action, standing erect. But it was her anus that drew my eyes. A visual testament of the abuse it had suffered. It still gaped wide from being opened. A dark centre a portal, surrounding this gape was her sphincter muscle, now a raised ring of many angry hues, yellow, reds ranging from flame red through yellows to a deep dark crimson; some dark lowering purple a veritable rainbow.
Unable to resist, I did something which I had never contemplated doing, an act I would have called disgusting. Impulsively I lowered my head close to her, and thrust my tongue into the gape. "Oh god Joe you do the right thing at the right moment." Granny said lifting her legs higher, improving my access, her hips writhing. Granny tasted great clean and slightly spicy, the trace of saltiness was probably the remains of my cum. "Keep going ... keep going ... please please don't stop ... please let me cum ... please ... I'm a good girl please ... please make me cum." Suddenly Granny was simultaneously peeing and cumming. Her hot piss hitting my face, I screwed my eyes tight shut. Her fingers laced into my hair holding me tight to her. It was then I heard her say again. "Oh thank you daddy." This time I said nothing.
"Did you enjoy it Gran?"
"Did you have to ask? Every moment Joe. Now I want you to fuck my mouth. I missed out on the fun last night so I want it like you did last night, although no need to rip my nightie this time.."
"OK Gran, so you were asleep on your back. I was intrigued by your nipples."
"I can understand that, they are certainly large aren't they. And they look larger because my tits are two dried up bags."
Hearing Granny talk dirty about her tits, articulating my observations made my prick twitch. "You like me talking about sex. I think it runs in the family. OK so you looked at my tits, ripped my nightie. Then what?"
"I rolled you on your side, facing me. I was here by the side of the bed. Oh yes before that I sort of fingered your mouth."
"So do it, put me as I was." I got her laid almost millimetre perfect on the bed as she had been. I began to open her mouth, I stopped. "Fucking hell!" I exclaimed.
"What now?" Granny sounded peevish.
"I forgot your teeth- you didn't have your dentures in." Granny promptly took her teeth out.
Just like when she was asleep, I used two fingers to gently open her mouth, then slowly I worked my cock into her, I was faster than when she slept pushing to get to the back of her mouth." Granny pushed me away.
"That's not the way Joe. Let me introduce you to the real deep-throat technique. I lie on the bed like this." Granny shuffled around so she was across the bed lying with her head toward me. Her head overhung the edge of the bed. "Now Joe when I put my head back and open my mouth wide open, everything will be in line, every last fraction of an inch of your cock will be in me. It is the best oral sex I promise you. When you feel me swallow push hard."
Granny did as she told me she would do. My prick slid easily into her mouth until I felt my exposed glans touch her epiglottis. I could see Granny's throat moving convulsively. Gripping Granny's head, a hand clamped on each side I rammed into her. Her head was sandwiched between me and the side of the bed. My hands relinquished my redundant grasp on her head. Now I played with her breasts. Squeezing her thick, firm rubbery nipples between my forefingers, middle fingers and thumbs, rolling them. Trying to further elongate them.
I could feel the whole head of my prick was engulfed by her throat, somewhere her epiglottis. was doing crazy things to my exposed glans. My testicles filled with cum feeling exceptionally heavy. How Granny breathed I did not know, I kept looking ready to stop and withdraw if she looked to be in distress. Granny clawed at me gesturing, I interpreted this as urging me to fuck her roughly.
Now I pulled back until half my prick was out. Then I slammed into her. My hands holding onto her tits using them like handles. I felt my scrotum collide with her nose, my pubic bone smash into her chin. I drew back and repeated the movement. When I paused she used her hands digging her fingernails into my buttocks to spur me on. Now there was no stopping. It was so stimulating that holding back was not an option, sooner than I wanted to I came. The sperm seemed to flow and flow. When the flow stopped I pulled out. Granny was smiling open mouthed, she pushed out her cum streaked tongue. "Fantastic. Thank you Joe."
"We'd better clean you up Gran," I was concerned I had fucked her mouth so violently, her nose was gushing blood, flowing down into her eyes, over her forehead and into her hair. Her lips looked bruised as did her chin.
"Joe its only a nosebleed, I've had far worse." Granny whispered.
"Gran why are you whispering?"
"Give me a drink of water." I passed her a glass of water from the bedside table.
"I'm whispering because it hurts to talk. You've bruised my voice-box."
"Oh Christ! I am sorry Gran."
"Don't be." She whispered fiercely. "I wanted it I have enjoyed every moment of that."
"I know Gran but say Auntie Emma drops by to see how you are."
"Simple I will be sleeping. Well that is what you will tell Emma, if she calls around. Personally I don't think she will, you may need her assistance, but if Emma can avoid work she will, so unless you ask her to call by she will not be here. She only lives for one thing her horses. Your mother and your auntie have never worried about what I was doing. Now Joe get a flannel and help me clean my face."
I was learning more about the family. Bowl of warm water and a flannel cleaned away the blood. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "You've got a black eye coming up."
"Both I expect," Granny replied. "It usually happens when I get a nose bleed its the same for everyone. Don't look so shocked lawyers learn about these things, week after week drunks in the magistrates court. Now tell me Joe did you enjoy that"
"I did, I never thought a prick could actually go down a woman's throat."
Granny smiled, "well you know different now don't you." Granny ran her hands over her body holding out and inspecting her breasts. "You certainly made a mess of my tits." She indicated the clear finger shaped bruises from my grasping them.
To be honest I was shocked I had not realised that I'd been so rough. "Sorry Gran I sort of got carried away."
"Joe never be sorry. Look you need to get this into your head. I am a perverted old lady. The rougher sex is the more bruised and bashed that I get the better I like it. Don't misinterpret my words, I like rough sex, I do enjoy being, what some people would call, being physically abused. There are fine lines, you can smack my buttocks, but I do not like being punched or slapped. I do like being used sexually and feeling that I have been used. I consent to being used without my explicit consent. This morning when I awoke and knew you had been in my mouth, I came just at the knowledge."
"What you masturbated?" I exclaimed, still shocked at Granny's unashamed sexuality.
"No I didn't have to. Just thinking about what you must have done to me set me off. I am such a slut I only have to think about sex to have an orgasm."
"I am glad you are not mad at me."
"Joe lets get some ground rules. My body is yours all three holes, my mouth, my vagina, my anus. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want, within reason. Realistically you have to respect my age, if I say I am too sore or bruised then no means a temporary no in return I promise I will not feign physical problems. If you want me take me, however you want unless I start tearing. At the moment my arse feels very tender so give it a rest for a day. But if you feel an uncontrollable urge to take me there then do it. If I am asleep you can have me in my sleep.
"I can tell you are as kinky and oversexed as I am. I am your personal whore and you should use me. The only limits are the boundaries set by age. My only condition is absolute confidentiality you tell no one. No boasting to your mates, this is our secret. On that point I want your oath. Say to me you promise as long as I live you will never tell a living soul about us. And I promise the same. You see I may be a slut, but I do not want half the county knowing that I am."
"OK." I said. "Gran I do not think you are a slut."
"Oh I am a slut don't worry, that is what my father said when I got pregnant, the first time."
"Was that with Mum and Aunt Emma?"
"Oh no that was long before them. When I was young and did not know about contraception."
"So what happened did you have an abortion?"
"No I was far too advanced, everyone thought I was getting fat, Father -your Great-Grandfather called me podgy, but at six months it was obvious I was pregnant."
"So what happened to the baby?"
"I went on holiday, stayed in a convent in Belgium, the baby was adopted. I returned home able to speak better French. Within a year I was back there once again."
"Wow! Why hasn't anyone ever told me before?"
"Because it is a secret. You my dear Joe are the only living person apart from me who knows, and that is the way it must stay. Remember you have promised." She said in a tone of voice which brooked no argument. "Now I want you to say your promise word for word."
"I promised you."
"No Joe I want to hear you say the words."
"OK Gran. I promise and swear by all that is holy to me, that for as long as both of us are alive, our incestuous relationship will remain a secret. Only the death of one of us will release the other from this oath of silence."
"Very good, I like that. In fact Joe we will put it in writing and both sign it."
"Not a good idea Gran say someone else found it." I had visions of Granny getting ill or dying while I was at Uni and mum or dad finding the paper.
"I suppose you are right. It is the lawyer in me likes everything in writing. It has always worked for me."
The news she had told me about the children was milling around in my head. "So Gran you had four children, what the fathers say about the adoption?"
"Actually Joe it is five children. All five had the same father, he was in favour of adoption."
"How did it happen?"
"Sex Joe, simply sex. When I started having sex there was no information, the only available contraceptives were condoms or coitus interuptus. Both relied on the man. The only other alternatives was abstinence but I had found sex too enjoyable. So that left using my mouth and my arse, which is what we did. The only other alternative was a thing called a douche, but I did not know about that for a long time, and anyway only married women could buy them." She gave a beautific smile as a memory struck her and added, "Oh and there was always Vatican Roulette at the right time of month."
"So why did you keep Mum and Aunt Emma."
"It was different I was older, financially independent just everything was right, it was my time to have a baby. So I lied to my man about the time of month. When men are Dick-led, they cannot count!" She gave me another smile. "Of course nature extracted retribution, I wanted a baby what did I get? Twins."
"So who was the father come on Gran after all you have told me you cannot keep it quiet now?"
"Joe I told you, I am not saying and if you were a gentleman you would not ask. If you keep on I will end our relationship."
This brought the conversation to an end. Granny said she was tired and suggested I got on with my dissertation. So I returned to the dining room table, my note-books, my text books and the lap-top. While Granny snoozed or whatever. I did not look up from my work until my stomach told me that I was hungry. At times the Romans are really thrilling, and certainly Catalus tends to inspire my perverted mind.
I cooked a meal for both of us, raided Dad's wine cellar so I could wine and dine Granny. I think she enjoyed my cooking she certainly enjoyed the wine, knocking back the best part of one and a half bottles I only drank about half a bottle, in my opinion there is nothing worse than having the inclination and being struck by 'brewer's droop', so when there is a possibility of sex I only drink in moderation.
Once again we watched television, a scene of domesticity. Me sprawled on the sofa, the woman I am shagging cuddling up close to me. About half ten Granny announced she was tired and going to bed. So I went with her to help with her night time routine. There was no display of false modesty, in a trice granny peeled off her clothes her pants and her pad. "Joe," she said. "I could change this myself, but I do enjoy having you do it for me."
"I enjoy doing it." I replied, already my prick was stirring toward a state of arousal.
"I can see that dear. What a shame I am too sore but waiting will do you good."
When she said this I was applying moisturiser to those parts of her and trying to be the carer, a task made more difficult because: granny's clitoris was engorged and in its own state of erection, and her bruised and tormented anus was gaping invitingly. "It is a shame Gran." I said in agreement as pulled up her pants.
The final task of putting Granny to bed was her hot chocolate and meds. Once again I made a coffee for myself too. Pills for the heart, pills for blood pressure , pills for pain and pills to help her sleep. Lust drove me. I felt no guilt, I clearly recalled Granny saying to me, ' At the moment my arse feels very tender so give it a rest for a day. But if you feel an uncontrollable urge to take me there then do it. If I am asleep you can have me in my sleep.' Well I felt an uncontrollable urge, so let Granny sleep well while I enjoyed her body. I had also become aware that having someone who was asleep was deeply satisfying in its own right. To ensure I could enjoy her body I increased Granny's sleeping tablets from two to three, calculating that combined with her alcohol consumption it would hit her like a sledge hammer.
I took the mugs down to wash them, then read a book for about half an hour while I gave the pills time to work. Climbing the stairs I had an erection that caught in my pants and made each step painful.
Granny was asleep, snoring very gently, sensuous lips parted as if in invitation. I was tempted! My fingers explored. Slack jaw opening in acceptance. Three fingers examined toothless gums. A warm wet pussy mouth.
I wanted to play with her. I suckled on her elongated teats, all those pregnancies now I could understand. How I should have liked to suckle on them when they were full of milk.
I undressed. My first task is to remove granny's night pants and pad, the very items I had put on her about an hour before. Carefully I rolled granny onto her stomach, now she was in the centre of the bed. Once she groaned, as I moved her but never really awoke. I gathered together the four pillows, so they were in easy reach. I worked a hand underneath her between the mattress and her abdomen. She's as light as a feather, one handed I lift her hips and slide the pillows into position. Now her backside was elevated. I parted her legs and gazed at her exposed gaping anus which was framed by her swollen sphincter muscle. I pulled on exam gloves, I had not planned what I was going to do, but I did not want to tear Granny and I knew the anus is delicate. Kneeling between her legs I bowed my head. Then I kissed this seat of delight. My tongue easily entered the gaping ring.
I sloshed vast quantities of lube between Granny's buttocks and shot even more into the gape. Slowly I worked three gloved fingers, finger deep up Granny's anus, with my other hand I toyed with her excited clitoris. She came wetly, the warmth penetrating my glove. Anal spasms felt through my questing fingers.
One by one I disengaged my fingers. Shuffled forward on my knees into position. Drew back my foreskin, presented my bold purple cock-head to her gaping sphincter. It started to enter her easily. I grasped her hips and rammed the full eight inches in, feeling my pubis strike her tail bone with a satisfying jar. In,,, out,,, in,,, out,,, I built up a rhythm. When I felt I would soon cum, I stopped letting the moment pass, then I recommenced the rhythm. Beneath me Granny remained in deep sleep. When I wanted her to cum I made her cum. When I felt her building up to cum and I did not want her cumming I would stop, hold her tightly until her moment had passed by. I knew that I was Granny's master. Eventually my desire to cum became too great quick violent thrusts, my balls tightened suddenly I felt my cum well-up travel along my cock shaft. Then begin to spurt into her.
When I'd finished cumming I expected my cock to soften and fall from her. It did not. This time I did not have to stop to hold back. I kept thrusting Granny enjoyed multiple orgasms even through her sleep her hips ground and she came in a mixture of pee and cum. Eventually I felt my balls tighten then once again I spurted into her. Although I was still hard I pulled out. I had to look. Her sphincter was raised ringing her gaping anus like labia, the pillows were soaked.
I applied more lube a whole tube, half over external places -her sphincter, my gloves; the other half I squeezed into her to mix with my cum. Getting three fingers into her was easy, adding a fourth and my thumb was no problem. All five into her stopping at the knuckle where my fingers join the hand. Again my other hand was playing with Granny's clit, her labia and entrance to her pussy.
As I recall my intention had been to access her tits. So once again I turned Granny this time by simply lifting her. I laid her on her back her hips elevated by the sodden pillows. Lifting her legs it was easy to replace all five digits in her arse-hole to the same depth. The bonus was I could suckle on her tits, savouring the taste and texture of her elongated rubbery nipples. Or I could look at her excited nether regions.
Experimentally I pushed my hand a little harder. Suddenly to my surprise something gave I was wrist deep in Granny's arse. Granny was softly whimpering. I nearly did everything wrong. Panicking I was going to pull my hand out. A small voice in my head said slowly, nothing sudden you might tear her. Once the shock and panic had passed I looked carefully at the area where her sphincter grasped my wrist. There was no blood. By the flowing wet and her pulsing clitoris Granny appeared to be enjoying a non-stop orgasm - lucky Gran, I thought. Then, lucky me! To have a Gran like mine. By this stage I had worked the middle finger, ring finger and index finger, of my other hand into her pussy. To me she appeared to be stretched to the maximum. I wished I had set-up my video camera.
Granny screamed! Her eye lids fluttered rapidly. "Oh Daddy please please." Now her sphincter was gripping me tightly, withdrawal did not appear to be an option. What should I do, would it be best to awaken her? Or should I let her awaken herself? I knew all the stories about waking sleep walkers, by my reckoning there was not a lot of difference between somnambulism and somnsex even if one condition was drug induced. Then as suddenly as it had happened Granny quietened and her body relaxed. I took my chance, gently but swiftly I extracted first my fingers from her pussy, a simple process then slightly more difficult to do, remove my hand from her anus. The gape was a veritable cavern. The much stretched sphincter muscle and surrounding area were increasing the intensity of the angry red glow before my eyes. Her labia and raised sphincter seemed to merge, the frenulum lost almost as if she had one pussy with two entrances framed by well developed lips.
Granny was again sleeping like a baby, lips slackly parted the hint of a snore. I decided to take my chance, get my camcorder set up. I also needed another tube of lube, two tubes I decided who knows where this night would end. I was developing a routine with the camcorder and tripod, soon it was in position by the bed, Granny's pubic area in clear focus. I opened two tubes of lube, removing the foil seals from both, then pulled on a clean pair of latex exam gloves. I thought to myself, 'I bet in her wildest moments Mother had never imagined the use they might be put to'.
I sloshed lube all over Granny's oversize sex, squirting copious amounts of lube into both openings. With the forefinger and thumb of my right hand I held back her labia, fully exposing her well lubricated vagina. No gentleness, I folded my left thumb into my palm. My fingers came together making an arrowhead. I drove my fist in as far as the knuckle. Granny orgasmed, still asleep she mumbled, old hips gyrating like a hula dancer. Simultaneously she pissed herself I mean really pissed herself the golden shower arcing high, falling then pulsing squirts. My hard-on was throbbing painfully, but I still wanted to try more. "Oh daddy no more ... " indistinct mumbling "... please daddy .. NO ... " more mumbling. I hoped the camera picked up her words, maybe I would find out when I played it back on my lap-top.
One by one I worked the fingers of my right hand into her rectum. I got up to four, but no way could I get my thumb in too. It was obvious to me that for tonight at least I taken Granny to the limit of what was physically possible. "Daddy NO ... you promised" She screamed so loudly I thought she would awaken herself. I stopped, she stilled. I knew we had reached the end for tonight anyway. I wanted to enjoy Granny not harm her! - There would always be another day, another night! This was not the end only a pause. Gran had said I could have her whenever I wished, however I wished, conscious or unconscious; the only stricture had been I must not tear her. I was taking this licence to the max, but I also respected my duty to look after her. The little red LED on the camcorder reminded me of the silent witness, I was sure Granny would enjoy watching the playback, seeing what she had missed.