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My Family
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Straight Female / 58
My Grandson Has The Hots For Me 2
I wrote a little while back about how my grandson made it pretty clear he wanted to lose his virginity to me, or to be more precise, to the porn starlet I used to be. You can read how things came to that if you're interested. It's under the same title as above.
He's a freshman in college this year, and he told me a few weeks ago he wanted to spend his fall break with me rather than go home. He'd hinted during our zoom sessions that he'd be honored if I took his virginity. This made me so uncomfortable that I decided not to let him visit. But, after posting my confession here, I gave it a lot of thought. He's been so repressed and isolated his entire life that I don't think granting his request would screw up his psyche any more than his parents already have. Besides, we're both adults. I decided to let him visit.
I picked him up at the amtrak station early Saturday morning. I wanted to look my best so I had my hair done and spent a lot of time on make up. Josh (my grandson) likes my cleavage, so I made sure I was wearing a blouse that showed it off. I tied it just above my navel, which I know is slutty for a woman my age, but my tummy is still flat, and Josh likes it. He likes a woman in tight faded jeans too, and I can still fill a pair out in (mostly) the right places. I also wore a pair of heels that showed off my fresh pedicure. He was really happy to see me and gave me a big hug. He pressed his pelvis into me, kissed me on the lips and squeezed my butt. Lol, I couldn't help wondering if people were staring and thinking, "That kid's got himself a GILF." Hah, he does. Literally.
On the drive home I teased him about the "freshman 15" (he'd gained three or four pounds) and asked him how he liked college life. He said he was doing great academically, would certainly make the Dean's list, but socially he hadn't made many friends. He stayed in the dorm studying most of the time. He kept looking at me as I drove. He's young and says weird things out of nowhere. I drive an older Corvette, and he said I looked so sexy when I shifted gears, like some warrior goddess in full control of her wild steed. He complimented me a lot, even my feet, saying they looked smoother and younger than some of the girls at college.
I told him he looked a bit tired and he said it was just from the midterms and the six hour train trip. I said he could lie down when we got home, and he said, "With you?" I smiled and felt myself turning red.
As I was unlocking the door to my house, I had some trouble with the key. Josh was standing right behind me while I was jiggling the lock. He casually wrapped his arm around me. He caressed the part of my midriff that was bare, and nestled his nose in my hair and kissed the top of my head. I always loved it when a man did that, but Josh doing it made me nervous and I dropped the key. He picked it up and got the door open. I followed him inside, and when I started to pass him, he grabbed my hand, swung me around and embraced me. Well, I knew what was going to eventually happen anyway, so I went with it. He probed my mouth with his tongue, awkwardly, but I loved his passion. His hands were all over my body. He undid my blouse and bra and took them off. He said he wanted to feel my breasts against his chest. He kept saying my name. He always called me by my first name.
He said, "I want you to do what you did at the beginning of [he mentioned the title of one of my movies]." I couldn't remember what I did. I barely remembered the movie. I had to ask him straight out. He told me.
So, I got down on my knees in front of my grandson. I unzipped him and took out his cock. He had no underwear on. He knew he was going to do this. I started licking the length of his cock, teasing him, then I deep throated him. I gave him my specialty, what used to be my specialty, and he came in a couple minutes. I swallowed it all. He slid down the wall, heaping praise on me all the time.
He wanted me to stay topless for the rest of the day. We talked awhile, but he was really tired, so he lay down. I brought him his dinner in bed, topless, and he really got a kick out of that.
Later he said, "Tonight's the night. Starla is going to make me a man." (Starla was no part of the name I used in porn. I'm using it because Josh often calls me by my porn name, and it makes recounting this easier.)
What a thing to say. I didn't say anything to him, but I thought, you've been watching too many porn movies. Bad ones too, probably mine.
That night, I told him that before I made him a man, he needed to repay me for the exceptional blow job I gave him. We were both nude, and I lay back as he crawled between my legs. It had been a about a year because I was taking a break from relationships. I couldn't believe how wet I got. Not like sometimes when I was younger, but for someone past menopause, I was really wet.
I wanted this to last, so I kept Josh at my inner thighs for awhile, just enjoying the kisses. I guided him slowly to the sweet spot, and it was heavenly. What he lacked in skill he made up for in eagerness. I don't remember any man who loved being down there as much as he did. I had the biggest orgasm in years.
When I was satisfied, he mounted me missionary style. I was still wet enough, I didn't need lube, but I told him to take it easy. I took his cock and rubbed it up and down my labia for a second. Even though he'd come earlier, he was dribbling precum. I guided him in. He moaned. The teacher in me came out, and I started telling him to go slow, how to get a rhythm going, and so on. He ignored me and started humping away.
He said, "My god, I can't believe how tight you are. And you must have had a hundred men, maybe more. But you're so tight!"
I thought, Thanks babe. You really know how to give a woman a compliment! I didn't say that, but after it was over I told him that being experienced, even very experienced, doesn't necessarily imply a structural breakdown.
He kept his mouth on my neck, pretty much on one spot, sucking and biting hard. The next day I had a genuine full fledged hickie. Been a hell of a long time since I had one of those. He came hard and moaned "Starla." We lay together for a while but didn't say much.
It's been three days and we've done it in every room of the house. I haven't been this satiated in years. He's like a machine.
The Rubicon's been crossed and things will never be the same, I know. I'm his grandmother, but also his lover. He says he loves me, but it's Starla he's in love with. As for me, my feelings are too complicated to describe. It'd be easier to stop if we didn't get along so well. He's extremely naive in some things, but wise as an old man in others. I should be teaching him how to be less awkward socially when he goes back to school. He needs a girlfriend of his own. This isn't right, but it definitely is good. That's the problem.
He's a freshman in college this year, and he told me a few weeks ago he wanted to spend his fall break with me rather than go home. He'd hinted during our zoom sessions that he'd be honored if I took his virginity. This made me so uncomfortable that I decided not to let him visit. But, after posting my confession here, I gave it a lot of thought. He's been so repressed and isolated his entire life that I don't think granting his request would screw up his psyche any more than his parents already have. Besides, we're both adults. I decided to let him visit.
I picked him up at the amtrak station early Saturday morning. I wanted to look my best so I had my hair done and spent a lot of time on make up. Josh (my grandson) likes my cleavage, so I made sure I was wearing a blouse that showed it off. I tied it just above my navel, which I know is slutty for a woman my age, but my tummy is still flat, and Josh likes it. He likes a woman in tight faded jeans too, and I can still fill a pair out in (mostly) the right places. I also wore a pair of heels that showed off my fresh pedicure. He was really happy to see me and gave me a big hug. He pressed his pelvis into me, kissed me on the lips and squeezed my butt. Lol, I couldn't help wondering if people were staring and thinking, "That kid's got himself a GILF." Hah, he does. Literally.
On the drive home I teased him about the "freshman 15" (he'd gained three or four pounds) and asked him how he liked college life. He said he was doing great academically, would certainly make the Dean's list, but socially he hadn't made many friends. He stayed in the dorm studying most of the time. He kept looking at me as I drove. He's young and says weird things out of nowhere. I drive an older Corvette, and he said I looked so sexy when I shifted gears, like some warrior goddess in full control of her wild steed. He complimented me a lot, even my feet, saying they looked smoother and younger than some of the girls at college.
I told him he looked a bit tired and he said it was just from the midterms and the six hour train trip. I said he could lie down when we got home, and he said, "With you?" I smiled and felt myself turning red.
As I was unlocking the door to my house, I had some trouble with the key. Josh was standing right behind me while I was jiggling the lock. He casually wrapped his arm around me. He caressed the part of my midriff that was bare, and nestled his nose in my hair and kissed the top of my head. I always loved it when a man did that, but Josh doing it made me nervous and I dropped the key. He picked it up and got the door open. I followed him inside, and when I started to pass him, he grabbed my hand, swung me around and embraced me. Well, I knew what was going to eventually happen anyway, so I went with it. He probed my mouth with his tongue, awkwardly, but I loved his passion. His hands were all over my body. He undid my blouse and bra and took them off. He said he wanted to feel my breasts against his chest. He kept saying my name. He always called me by my first name.
He said, "I want you to do what you did at the beginning of [he mentioned the title of one of my movies]." I couldn't remember what I did. I barely remembered the movie. I had to ask him straight out. He told me.
So, I got down on my knees in front of my grandson. I unzipped him and took out his cock. He had no underwear on. He knew he was going to do this. I started licking the length of his cock, teasing him, then I deep throated him. I gave him my specialty, what used to be my specialty, and he came in a couple minutes. I swallowed it all. He slid down the wall, heaping praise on me all the time.
He wanted me to stay topless for the rest of the day. We talked awhile, but he was really tired, so he lay down. I brought him his dinner in bed, topless, and he really got a kick out of that.
Later he said, "Tonight's the night. Starla is going to make me a man." (Starla was no part of the name I used in porn. I'm using it because Josh often calls me by my porn name, and it makes recounting this easier.)
What a thing to say. I didn't say anything to him, but I thought, you've been watching too many porn movies. Bad ones too, probably mine.
That night, I told him that before I made him a man, he needed to repay me for the exceptional blow job I gave him. We were both nude, and I lay back as he crawled between my legs. It had been a about a year because I was taking a break from relationships. I couldn't believe how wet I got. Not like sometimes when I was younger, but for someone past menopause, I was really wet.
I wanted this to last, so I kept Josh at my inner thighs for awhile, just enjoying the kisses. I guided him slowly to the sweet spot, and it was heavenly. What he lacked in skill he made up for in eagerness. I don't remember any man who loved being down there as much as he did. I had the biggest orgasm in years.
When I was satisfied, he mounted me missionary style. I was still wet enough, I didn't need lube, but I told him to take it easy. I took his cock and rubbed it up and down my labia for a second. Even though he'd come earlier, he was dribbling precum. I guided him in. He moaned. The teacher in me came out, and I started telling him to go slow, how to get a rhythm going, and so on. He ignored me and started humping away.
He said, "My god, I can't believe how tight you are. And you must have had a hundred men, maybe more. But you're so tight!"
I thought, Thanks babe. You really know how to give a woman a compliment! I didn't say that, but after it was over I told him that being experienced, even very experienced, doesn't necessarily imply a structural breakdown.
He kept his mouth on my neck, pretty much on one spot, sucking and biting hard. The next day I had a genuine full fledged hickie. Been a hell of a long time since I had one of those. He came hard and moaned "Starla." We lay together for a while but didn't say much.
It's been three days and we've done it in every room of the house. I haven't been this satiated in years. He's like a machine.
The Rubicon's been crossed and things will never be the same, I know. I'm his grandmother, but also his lover. He says he loves me, but it's Starla he's in love with. As for me, my feelings are too complicated to describe. It'd be easier to stop if we didn't get along so well. He's extremely naive in some things, but wise as an old man in others. I should be teaching him how to be less awkward socially when he goes back to school. He needs a girlfriend of his own. This isn't right, but it definitely is good. That's the problem.
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