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I awoke to songs and chatter of the swellow. All the fun I have been having made me forget to acquire ultraballs or capture devices of any kind. The time was already nearing the lunch hour. My Grandmother was not in the house, she had gone while I was sleeping.
"She left without even a goodbye kiss," I laughed to myself. Capture devices or not I was really beginning to enjoy this world.
I heard my Grandmother's car pull up about two hours after I had had lunch, it was very difficult to tell time in this world. I hurried into my bedroom. I could predict what was going to happen next.
She noisily climbed the stairs, stormed defiantly into my room, and threw an envelope in my face. I picked it up slowly, opened it, and saw that it was a shuttle ticket home, departure time: that very afternoon.
"Get your worthless toys together and get out of this house, you mean, dirty animal!" she hissed.
"Oh," I said calmly, "I have an envelope for you, too. I think you'll find it very interesting." I slipped a manila envelope from beneath my pillow and tossed it on the end of the bed. She could see that it was addressed to my Officer Jenny in large, black letters.
I saw her tremble with a now familiar chill. She was starting to get an idea of who she was dealing with; she knew my envelope meant big trouble.
With a shaking hand, she picked up the large envelope, lifted the unsealed flap, and removed the contents. She took one look, screamed, and, if I hadn't jumped up and caught her, she would have fallen to the floor.
I guided her to the only chair in the room. She sat down heavily, taking another 30 seconds before she again looked at what was in her hand.
The envelope had held a nice, bright, shiny color glossy picture of a lovely fifty-two-year-old woman with her hand wrapped around a very erect penis. There was a string of cum connecting her lower lip with the tip of the penis. There was also some extra pearly splatter on her cheek and neck. It was obvious that she had just brought this erection to orgasm with her mouth.
Of course one could easily recognize her and the handsome young man... (me.) That's why I had to force myself to sit up when I used the remote button of my camera: I wanted everyone that might ever see this picture to easily tell that my Grandmother had given my a blowjob.
It was perfect. All the time I had spent setting the image capture device up for a perfect framing and focus had been worth it. And that morning I had developed it at the local blue roofed mart. There were two pictures; this one was the most incriminating.
My Grandmother recovered a bit, and immediately and violently tore up the envelope and the photo.
"You bastard... there's – your – picture!" she exploded.
I reached again under my pillow and dragged out three more envelopes.
"Well, you'd better rip these up, too," I said. And I read off the names on the envelopes to her. They were to my grandfather (yes, of course a duplicate), my Mother (that would send shock waves), and finally, the closest Officer Jenny to this small town.
My grandmother was in suspended animation... a trance of immobilization.
"Of course, I have plenty of copies if I need them," I added just to dispel any doubts in her mind.
"Red, don't do this; please don't," she pleaded.
"Well, now that you mention it...." I mused.
"What do you want from me? What? What?" she was on the verge of hysteria. I had to take this in little reassuring steps so she would remain sensible.
In my calmest, most matter-of-fact voice, I said, "Yesterday, you undressed me. Today, I want to return the favor! I am going to undress you."
"What! No! I'm your Grandmother! You can't see me naked," she protested.
"It's either that, or I send the pictures," I threatened.
"I'll say you forced me; you raped me. Then, you'll be the one in trouble," she countered.
I had to give her credit. That was quick thinking. But, not that quick.
I held my little cassette player over my head, and out poured those delicious words about her loving the blowjob that she had given me.
"Kept a copy, and the original of that letter to your Ditto, the one I gave you was a copy, I used some of the old blank stationary to make it look real. You understand the genius of it, right Aeon? These different pieces of evidence they substantiate each other. Perhaps you could deny that photo, but the photo proves that this letter is real..." I pulled out the original letter, I sighed, sounding a bit bored. "Since you seem to fear these Overseers so much why not slip that sexy little skirt off and come over here?"
I sat on the bed and my Grandmother slowly rose to her feet. She pushed unbuttoned and pushed down her skirt, stepped out of it and walked over to me in her high heels, like she was in a dense fog of doubt and confusion.
She was wearing a short-sleeved, blue blouse; wonderfully form fitting, as always. She also had on a pair of cotton panties: darker blue, with a button at the waist.
"Red, don't do this... I'm begging you... don't do this," she whispered as she finally stood in front of me.
I didn't answer. I was completely absorbed and already so aroused that I could hear the excited woosh of blood surging through my body roared in my eardrums: I was going to strip Red's own Grandmother! I reached up and slowly unsnapped the top buttons of her blouse apart. Wow, she smelled good. There were five buttons on the blouse. I switched to the bottom ones and after two of them, I could see the slight swell of her stomach and her sweet gypsum skin. The next one revealed the bottom of her bra-covered breasts. Finally, I had them all unbuttoned, and I slid the blouse back, over her narrow shoulders and down off her arms.
I hadn't been prepared for what was before my eyes: my Grandmother had a gorgeous body: not for just an older woman, but for any woman.
Her bra was lacy and frilly, almost see-through, but not quite. I gasped at the perkiness of her breasts; yoga had served them well.
I reached for the button on her panties and her hand gently grasped mine: "Please, Red. Stop now."
But, I was determined. I lifted her hand away and undid the button I could see see the slight red marks the top of her skirt left on her waist.
I was surprised. These panties, while not bikini style, were cut fairly high on the thigh. They too were lacy and had patches of skin deliberately revealed here and there.
"Turn around," I said. My Grandmother unsteadily staggered a bit as she complied.
It dawned on me that I should be as ready as my Grandmother when the time came. As silently and as quickly as I could, I skinned out of my signature ball-cap T-shirt, shorts, and underwear. It couldn't have taken me more than five seconds to get completely naked. I know my Grandmother didn't notice a thing, facing away from me, staring ahead at the sun light hallway, and generally preoccupied by her situation.
I reached and made contact with the back of her sports bra. She flinched like I touched her with an ice cube. I put both index fingers under the bra from the top and pulled down using my thumbs and forefingers without a word escaping from the desperate woman in front of me.
I continued the procedure and soon the bra was all the way down to her ankles but, the sweet breasts were not yet revealed. My Grandmother had both her crossed in front of her breasts in a last act of modesty.
"Let your arms drop, Now!" I said with an air of command and I swatted her ass for good measure.
She did and her hands and arms fell away from her now naked breasts. From what I could see from behind, they were glorious. They were about grapefruit size. I could see little white stretch marks on the underside of the left one. At this point, I almost made out a sob of shame, but couldn't be sure.
I was gaining momentum, and I quickly proceeded. I didn't have her turn around yet. I wanted to save the shock of my nakedness, my powerful, rock-like erection too. I gloried in quite a sight. Aeon had a tight little ass and long stretched out thighs that grew apart at the inner thigh and met again at the knees. She had excellent DNA and I needed to make sure it didn't go to waste; So I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of her panties from behind.
Her hands immediately grasped each of my hands, holding them with a surprising, desperate strength.
"Red, no! No, this can't happen. You can't do this... I'm your Grandmother!" she whispered but didn't try to stop me.
"Take your hands away, Aeon, or things will get unpleasant," was all I needed to say.
She loosened her grip and took her hands away. I slowly pulled the panties down: over her waist, to the top of the crack of her surprisingly firm and shapely buttocks, over her hips... and they fell freely to her ankles to land atop her bra.
I was surprised that she stepped out of them on her own and kicked them on top of her skirt.
I couldn't help let my breath out in a gasp as I ogled her fine, tight little ass.
Her head was hanging low and her shoulders were slumped forward.
I couldn't believe it: Aeon was standing in front of me completely naked... like a slave!
"Now, close your eyes and slowly turn towards me," I said softly.
Slowly, so slowly, she spun in tiny little shuffles of her feet. This gave me a perfect side view before I got the full advantage of a face-to-face.
She was magnificent. Beautiful, firm, feminine, and slenderly proportioned. A remarkable body.
I stared finally at her nipples. Her areoles were perfectly round pink circles the size of a bottle-cap. Her nipples were stiff and excited!
I took that all in as she was turning. Now, as she faced me, I could see her neatly trimmed pubic hair which was a salt-and-pepper.
"Now, open your eyes, bitch" I stated.
When she did, she nearly collapsed again. There I was naked, standing before her with a huge, raging erection.
She stuttered, "N-n-n-n-n-ooooo. W-w-w-we can't be naked. Not – not together, don't do this."
She almost fell in a fit of lightheadedness, but braced herself with a hand on my shoulder... and then just leaned against me in disbelief, her hands covering her eyes.
I quickly became excited at the feel of her soft, smooth heat, and before she could react, I lowered my head and sucked in her large right nipple.
"Nooooo! You can't do that. I'm your Grandmother!" she said in horror.
She pushed my head away, and my lips parted the nipple with a smacking sound. I spun her around and let her fall backwards onto the bed.
"Nooo! Nooo!" she repeated. She had regained a bit of her strength.
"Get up and stand in front of me," I said sternly as I lifted her left arm by the elbow.
She leaned forward, the motion jiggled her naked breasts delightfully, and she rose. She glided towards me, her breasts now inches from my face.
I reached up and, for the first time, cupped her left breast and gently lifted it.
"Stop! Oh! Stop that right now, young man!" She tried to sound authoritative, but, given her present situation, it sounded ridiculous.
"Be quiet. Do you want me to send those pictures, recordings and the bestiality letter to Officer Jenny?"
She didn't answer, cowed completely. I leaned forward, opened my mouth and sucked ever so slightly on that delicious nipple. I swirled my tongue around it, and then sucked harder. To my surprise, it somehow became even stiffer!
"Relax," I said looking up to her closed eyes and taut jaw, " and you will enjoy this."
That opened up a flood of words and vitriol from her. She cursed (well what passed for cursing in this world) and then growled at me:
"Enjoy? You think I'd ever enjoy these obscene acts. Your Grandfather learned long ago that I would have nothing to do with these – mating rituals – he violated me only once, and your Mother was born. I despise all this, and I despise you."
"What about the letter to your Ditto?" I countered. "Look at the beastly things you did with him!"
"That was only a fantasy I had, born of loneliness and frustration... a moment of weakness over twenty years ago. I am not some accursed cross-breeder, it was just a delusion! I didn't even really do all those things I wrote about!"
It suddenly dawned on me that my Grandmother was frigid and practically a virgin. She had sex just twice in her life and had never, ever experienced an orgasm. No wonder she was so reluctant. I suddenly wondered if the same was true of Red's own mom...
"And the blowjob you gave me yesterday?" I asked.
"I most certainly assure you... I'll never forget that you made me do that; I'll never forgive you for making me use my mouth like that," she said sending hate my way.
I went back to kissing her breasts, and then lower to her stomach, and then lower....
"Stop!" she shouted as my lips reached the furry top of her almost completely white pubic hair. "I won't allow that!"
"You're in no position to refuse," I shouted, standing up, taking her by the arm, turning quickly, and pushing her to the middle of my bed. She landed and propped herself up on her elbows.
I followed her onto the bed and quickly wedged myself between her knees.
"You used your mouth on me; now I'm returning the favor! I said in a soft voice as I lowered my head quickly between those long, perfect legs. My mouth made contact with her pubic hair.
"Pleeeeeassse! Stop!" she hissed in anger.
But, I wasn't about to stop, and I snaked my tongue out and parted her pussy hair all along her narrow slit. She tasted perfectly excellent. I couldn't believe it: I was mouthing my own sexy Grandmother. The thought of it made me even more excited and determined than I had been.
I explored all of her, I pressed my knuckles up against her tiny, pink, tight vagina to keep her warm. Then I concentrated on licking her clitoris. I looked up at my Grandmother; she had an arm over her eyes, shielding out the world, every sensation. She was immovable. She had remained frigid for all these years and thought she could beat back any sensation now;
she couldn't, her juiced began flowing as she unwittingly arched her back.
I threw myself onto my back, next to her on the bed.
"All right, bitch," I said while pulling her arm away from her eyes, "Straddle me!" I pointed to my thick cock.
My Grandmother's eyes opened wide in the terror of realization of what I had planned for us.
"Noooooo! Not that! I just told you I only did that once... and that was years ago! You can't, you won't make me, Red," she pleaded.
I reached across her body with my left hand, grabbed my trembling Grandmother's right arm, and pulled slowly, steadily, and firmly. She started to be dragged on top of me, despite some feeble resistance.
She had one last, desperate ploy.
"Look, look young Master Red" she said, now in her lilting actress voice, "I'll do what I did for you yesterday. Look, do you like my mouth?"
And with those words, she lowered her mouth onto my stiff penis. This time, she was an enthusiastic participant. She sucked gently, and bobbed her head up and down on it. Her hand started to make an up and down motion along the length of the shaft.
"Ooooohhhh!" I moaned. I couldn't believe the pleasure of this feeling and the sight of my naked Grandmother giving me a hot blowjob.
She thought to escape the ultimate act, and she was only doing this as a sacrifice.
But, I had come too far, planned too well, and looked forward to this far too much to let it all slip away so cheaply.
I took her hand away, and pulled away from her mouth. A tiny string of pre-cum stretched from her lips.
I pulled her again, and she was on top of me, legs tightly together.
"Straddle me, bitch; straddle me now or I swear I'll get up, get dressed, and mail those envelopes. In two or three days, you'll have trouble like you've never seen before.
Her knees slowly parted. "Master Red, let me use my mouth... please... don't... make me... do … this!"
She rested a knee on either side of my hips, and rose upright so that she was far as possible from my erect cock pointing up at her. I put my hands gently on her hips, and applied a downward pressure.
Slowly, her knees slid outward and her pelvis came down, and I felt the sweet tight lips touch the tip of my penis. She placed her hands on each side of my chest and leaned forward in order not to fall.
This made her tits hang down completely away from her chest, they gravitated towards my adoring eyes. They seemed to be larger-than-grapefruit spheres now, capped by those perfect nipples.
I raised my hips a bit and my cock slaped against her lubricated slit. She recoiled, but I thrust again, and she squirmed out of the path.
"You'd better help right now, and guide my cock-head in!" I said in frustration.
The tone of my voice must have made an impression, because my lovely Grandmother's right hand reached behind her, grasped the shaft of my rock-hard penis, and fitted the head to the entrance of her well-lubricated vagina.
"Nooo, Red..." she whispered.
"Lower yourself, bitch" was all I said.
Slowly, her hips moved. The tip of my cock felt something smooth, slick, and warm, and tight. Struggling with the head of my cock. This went on for about ten minutes, it was fantastic but I wanted more so I thrust my hips upward.
The head of my penis was completely inside this gorgeous woman.
She raised up slightly and then came down again, taking another few inches in. She repeated the motion four more times.
And I groaned as I realized I was almost completely inside of my Grandmother. She was incredibly tight, but the great quantity of feminine excitement from the oral I had done was more than enough.
I guided her into a slow pumping motion, and was in ecstasy.
"Oooooohhhh!" I moaned.
"Get it over with, you bastard," was her reply through gritted teeth as she dutifully bobbed up and down.
That gave me a new goal, one that I had not exactly had until then.
I started to use different techniques and motions; none had any noticeable effect on her. But my preoccupation with what I was doing kept me from exploding inside of her and prolonged the act.
This went on for a few minutes, and my Grandmother was putting on this 'completely reluctant' act even as she rode me.
Then, all of a sudden, she moaned, "Aahh." Just that once, and no more.
I tried to remember what I had done to get even that small reaction from her. More riding and experimenting, but nothing.
Nothing until: "Aahh. Aahh," escaped her lips.
This time, because I had been observing intently, I knew what caused it.
I had put my hands on her ass and squeezed, and was kind of pulling her toward me a bit. Now I realized that this had also forced my Grandmothers clitoris hard onto my pubic bone.
I raised my hands up again, squeezed harder than before and thrust up.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" escaped her lips unintentionally.
I increased the pressure and my speed.
"Aahh! Aahh! Aahh! Aahh! Aahh!" continued to come from her with each thrust.
I raised my head and took one of her dangling nipples into my mouth and sucked. It immediately squirted milk into my mouth.
"Noooo! This can't be happening," she gasped as she rode more fiercely and began to work a circular motion into her bobbing. "You're my Grandson!"
I squeezed and spanked her ass, causing vibrations across to that little pleasure center with a force it had never before experienced.
"Oooooooohhhhhh!" she groaned loudly. And then, as I increased my pace, she looked to the ceiling and tensed her whole body until it wasn't moving at all except for an intense internal vibration.
I trusted up, then with all my might and thrust and thrust again.
A long cry escaped her now, "Aggggghhhhhh! Noooooooooo! You're making me... making me... Aaaah! Aaaaah! I am achieving release! Red! Young Master Red! You son of a mother, I AM ORGASMING! AAAAAHHHHHHGGG..."
The rest was just an explosion of air from her. Years of pent-up lust was being let out of my own Grandmother... and my penis was the key.
I couldn't believe it: my own Grandmother was on top of me, and I was giving her the first orgasm of her life. Perspiration glistened and rolled off me in a rain.
She remained at the top of the wave of pleasure for a good forty-five seconds. That's when I felt the volcano inside me decide to erupt.
"Ooohh!" I groaned, "I'm gonna cum!"
I was surprised to hear my Grandmother say, "Red, no; I can't have your "seed" in me; we can't mate; I'm your Grandmother... that would not be allowed!”
With that I just let go and stream after stream of hot, white cum flooded my Grandmother's womb. I'm sure it was more than I had ever spewed forth in my life.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh!" I howled.
And a strange thing happened. When my Grandmother knew I had cum-gushed inside of her, some perverse or obscene taboo must have:
"Oooohh, noooo.... ahhhhhhggggggg... aaaahhhhggggg... again... again... AGAIN! I'M ORGASMING! Master! Master... use me! make me your mate!”
I had tilted the bureau mirror so I could see all the action from another angle. See, I plan ahead. Now my eyes caught sight of my Grandmother's buttocks hunching and milking tight as she drove herself onto my cock. I realized my Grandmother was furiously fucking me... fucking me on her own, like a good Grandmother should.
Again my Grandmother had achieved a tremendous orgasm. This one triggered by the feeling and the thought of accepting her Grandson's sperm deep inside herself.
It continued for another minute... the pleasure we both were feeling, and then she collapsed on top of me.
I must have fallen asleep for a while. When I awoke, my spent penis was still inside of the beautiful, sweet smelling woman on top of me.
I looked at the corner, and could make out a tiny red light: my video camera had been placed perfectly. I was really going to enjoy watching that lovemaking session. And... I might find another use for it someday.
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