Little Boy’s Loving Grandma becomes his Fuck Toy (Reluctant Old Woman)

A grandmother's unexpected circumstance. A grandson's surprising situation. A loving moment become a molesting opportunity.

Martha listened to her daughter’s wonderful news. The job she’d always wanted had finally been offered. However, she needed to travel to another city for training.
“Mom,” her daughter asked, “Can you watch Andy for a couple weeks? I’ll buy your plane ticket.”

“Sure honey,” the 67 year old woman replied. It’d been nearly two years since she’d seen her 14 year old grandson.

Days later, Martha walked into the airport excited to see her daughter and grandson. Her long gray hair, pulled into a ponytail, and her deep cleavage exposed by the low cut pink blouse, belied her age.

“Grandma!” Andy exclaimed, running toward her.
Hugging his shoulders she pulled the side of his head against her soft DD-tits. Though he’d grown taller, he was her first grandson, her innocent baby boy.

The next morning Martha’s daughter left for her job training and Andy left for school.
Gathering cloths for laundry, Martha found a hidden crumpled handkerchief in Andy’s room. She immediately recognized the dried liquid which had filled the cloth. She’d seen it years ago on her son’s many handkerchiefs. She knew little boy’s masturbated.

She’d also found an adult magazine with several pictures of young women. Doubtlessly what Andy had used to induce his youthful orgasms.
Sliding the magazine back into its hiding place, she realized the little boy was growing up.

The evening had been pleasant as Andy told her about school, his friends and about a girl he liked, though she wasn’t interested in him.
“Give it time, honey,” Martha comforted the small boy. “You’re a cutie. You’ll have lots of girls in your life.”

Hours later, Andy had gone to his room. Martha sat alone on the couch, recalling her grandson’s infatuation with the girl in his class. Though her DD-tits were now somewhat saggy, when she’d been Andy’s age, she’d been very popular with the older boys… and more than a few men.

Remembering those times, her hands cupped her large breasts. Gently squeezing, she imagined they were the hands of the many men who’d fucked her. Rarely had a weekend passed when she hadn’t been taken to some man’s home to be molested.

Her hands slid lower, pulling her skirt up her slender legs and sliding her panties to her ankles. Slipping her right middle finger between her wet pussy lips, she gathered the slick liquid, smearing it over her firm clit.
Resting her head on the back of the couch, Martha closed her eyes.

“Ummmmm,” she softly moaned as she recalled how the men’s cocks had pushed into her cunt. How she’d laid on their beds, looking up at them as they penned her small helpless body to the mattress. How they shared her, forcing her to suck a cock while another drove mercilessly into her pussy… or perhaps raped her ass.

Sliding her middle finger over her clit, Martha’s hips slowly rocked up meeting her left hand’s probing fingers. Her mind flooded with the memories of having cocks forced into her.

“Grandma!” a small boy’s voice exclaimed. Andy stood near the arm of the couch staring at the women’s activities, her small shaved cunt fully exposed.

“Oh honey,” Martha gasped, realizing her precious grandson had seen what she was doing. Quickly pulling her skirt down, to hide her nakedness, she sat silently for nearly a minute as her grandson stared with shock and disbelief.

“I thought you were asleep,” she finally said. “I didn’t know…” she began, knowing there was no way of denying what she’d been doing. She’d been very close to having an orgasm. Her warm wet pussy was aching to cum.
Her mind was again filled with memories of being on the men’s beds. Of what the older boys had done to her. ‘Had Andy ever been with a girl?’ Martha wondered.

“Sweetie,” she said with grandmotherly love, “I guess you know what I was doing.”
“Um Hum,” he acknowledged.
“I found your magazine in your room,” she continued. “Have you ever done… things… with anyone?”

The little boy shook his head. “No grandma. Not… that.”

Martha hadn’t been with anyone Andy’s age since she’d been in school. She’d never thought about doing anything to her grandson until this moment. She knew it was so very wrong. It was incest, the most perverted thing a grandmother could do to her grandson!
But her cunt still quivered, burned with lust and desire. It’d been over a year since she’d fucked a man.

Slipping her skirt up her slender legs, her smooth cunt was once again exposed. “Have you ever seen a woman’s body? Not pictures, I mean a real woman.”
“No grandma,” the innocent boy exclaimed, his eyes locked onto her glistening pussy folds.

Martha spread her knees wider. Glancing at the boy’s crotch, a noticeable bulge pressed against his white underwear. “Do you know what boys do… with this part of a woman’s body?” Her fingertip tapping against her moist cunt.
The shy boy shrugged and stammered, “I… guess so.”

“Honey,” she asked, “would you like grandma to show you? Help you learn what to do, when you have a girlfriend?”
Hesitantly, Andy nodded.

“Come here Sweetie. Stand in front of me.”
Slowly stepping closer, he stood between her wide spread legs.

Martha’s hands slid up his bare legs, her fingers gently tugged on the waistband of his underwear. Slipping them down, his hard 5” cock sprung into view.
“Ummmm, Andy,” she exclaimed, “You’re so big.” She’d been fucked by larger cocks, but this was her grandson. It wasn’t the size that caused her body to shake with excitement, it was the realization of what she was about to do.

She’d been molested by many men when she was Andy’s age. Now she was going to do the same to her grandson.

Dropping his underwear to his ankles, she looked up into his blue eyes. Her right hand slid to his hairless mound, her fingers encircled the shaft, pulling it parallel to the floor. “Can grandma… suck your cock, Andy?”

“O… K,” he whispered, his eyes focused on her face.
Martha’s head eased forward, her lips slipping over the head of his shaft.

“Graaaaaaaaandmaaaaaa,” the young boy moaned. He’d never imagined anything could be this wonderful.
Martha’s lips slid down the stiff meat, locking around the base. The head had easily pushed into her throat. Wiggling her lips, she momentarily squeezed the cock before pushing the tip of her tongue from her mouth, tickling his ball sack.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” he groaned again, his hands gently holding the sides her his grandmother’s head. He wanted to move his hips, but this was his grandma, he didn’t know what to do.

Martha’s left hand slid between her legs, her middle finger fondled her clit as she sucked her grandson’s cock. She knew the boy wouldn’t last long. His shaft was already squirming inside her mouth.
Slipping her lips from the tip she looked at the boy’s glazed eyes.

“Sweetie,” she said with familiar tenderness, “Please help grandma.” Reclining on the couch, Martha’s legs spread wide, her left foot resting on the floor. “Come here Andy. Lay on top of me. Put your precious cock inside me, honey.”

Andy’s mind raced, seeing his grandmother’s wet cunt and loving arms inviting him to do the unthinkable. Kneeling on the couch, he leaned toward her large breasts, still hidden under her blouse.
The fingers of her right hand touched his shaft, guiding the head to her eager opening. As he lowered his hips, she inserted his probe into her warm welcoming cunt.

“Ohhhhh,” he groaned, realizing where is cock was, what he was doing and to whom.
“Yesssssss, baby,” Martha moaned as her grandson’s cock entered. “Please Andy, move your hips. Fuck grandma.” She’d been fucked many times, but never by a cock as special as this. She instantly understood why so many mommies and daddies fucked their sons and daughters.

Andy’s hips moved with sweet innocence. His balls repeatedly slapped her soft ass cheeks as he immaturely fucked the loving woman who lay under him.

“Graaaaaandmaaaa, I’m…,” the boy moaned, his hips wobbling.
Martha looked at the little boy’s face, his chin rested between her clevage.

“Ohhhhhh,” Martha moaned. Her cunt slammed tight around his probe with eager anticipation of receiving his impending gift. Her warm liquid spilled over the innocent boy’s cock as it jerked inside her hole.
His warm cum pumped into her as she caressed his face against her soft tits.

Thirty seconds passed. Her pussy lips quivered lovingly around the base of his shrinking cock. Warm goo slid from her opening, trickling between her tiny ass cheeks. It’d been years since her hole had been so thoroughly flooded.

“Andy,” Martha asked, with a hopeful tone, “Are you OK with what we just did?”
The little boy nodded against her large breasts.
“Would you like to do it again… tomorrow, and the next day?”

Raising his face above her grandmotherly hidden mounds, he grinned eagerly. “Can we grandma?”
Unbuttoning her blouse, letting the sides fall to the couch, she pulled his soft cheek against her warm exposed tits. “Yes, baby boy,” she replied. “We can do it every day until grandma goes home. Just don’t ever tell mommy.”

The next morning, Martha went to Andy’s bedroom to wake him for school. Sitting on the edge of his bed, her hand slid gently under the sheet. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she pulled the sheet back. Lowering her face to his hips, her lips engulfed the soft shaft. As her tongue pressed against it, the cock grew inside her mouth.

“Ummmmm,” she moaned as the head approached her throat.

“Graandmaa,” Andy groaned, realizing his cock had been in her mouth before he’d woke up.
Martha’s head bobbed quicker, her left hand cupped his balls. She’d fought the urge to swallow his cum last night. This morning, that was exactly what she intended to do.

Slipping her lips from the tip of his cock, down the length of the pole, she pressed her throat over the head. Driving her face forward, her nose pressed against his hairless mound. The head of the boy’s shaft forced her throat muscles open.
Martha knew her grandson’s cock was the perfect size. Any bigger she’d have gagged on the probe. As it was, she could enjoy his cock in her mouth and throat with ease.

She knew what she was doing was wrong, but after last night, she didn’t care. She wanted… needed… her grandson’s young cock in her body. ‘Perhaps,’ she thought, ‘it wasn’t really wrong.’ She loved Andy, he loved her. With his cock in her mouth, she decided, this was simply another way… a more special tender way… of showing her love for him.

“Graaaaaandmaaaaa,” Andy moaned, his hands innocently holding the back of her head.
Martha understood. Her tongue, lips and throat all eager to taste her baby boy’s young liquid for the first time.
An instant later, the shaft jerked inside her mouth. Thick cum pumped, filling her cheeks.

Swallowing, Martha savored the loving gift her grandson was feeding her. It’d been so long since she’d drank such delicious nectar. Her lips massaged the shaft until the little boy’s squirming became too intense for him to handle.
Letting the soft meat fall from her lips, she grinned lovingly. “Thank you honey. Grandma needed that. Get ready for school. Tonight we can do some other things.”

Andy lay on his bed, his flaccid cock glistened with her grandmother’s saliva. “OK, Grandma,” he obediently replied.

Hours later the front door opened. Andy walked in with another boy his age. “Grandma, this is Eddie, he’s my best friend. He’s going to spend the night.”
Martha looked at the boy, a couple inches taller than Andy. Her mind was filled with disappointment. She’d been anxiously awaiting her grandson’s arrival. She wanted to enjoy his cock again.

“Hi Eddie,” she said, trying to hide her unhappiness.
“We’ll be in my bedroom, grandma,” Andy abruptly said, as the two boys walked down the hallway.

Martha sat on the couch, mentally scolding herself for her response to her grandson’s friend.

“Grandma, can you come here?” Andy called from his room.
As Martha opened his door, her eyes were greeted with an unexpected surprise. The two boys lay naked on Andy’s bed. Andy’s 5” cock throbbed above his hairless body. Eddie’s 7” shaft was pointed vertical, held by the young boy’s hand.

“I told Eddie about you,” Andy explained. “He’s been with girls. He knows stuff.”

“No!” Martha gasped, astonished by the spectacle and information. “Andy, No! I only wanted… with you. Please… not….”
Eddie looked at the older woman. “You molested your grandson,” he hissed. “Either you let us do what we want, or we’ll tell.”

Martha stood in the doorway, realizing she had no options. Reluctantly, she unbuttoned her blouse.

“Of course, Andy and I have other friends in our class. We may have to tell a few of them, too.”
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