Diana Butts - Ball in the family

"So you see," she said, "I think you really might be able to get something off of Grandma, if you played your cards right. She's never done any incestuous screwing, but apparently she's always just incredibly hot for prick."

"Yeah," Jack said, "well, if I could get my prick in that pussy of hers, I'd be a pretty satisfied guy, I can tell you. The more I look at that wrinkled, but still-elegant face of hers, and those kind of droopy breasts, the hotter I get for her."

"Well," Antonia said, "all you have to do is to get her alone somehow. I think that shouldn't be too difficult to arrange. I'll just tell Mom and Dad and Grandpa what you have in mind."

The next day, everyone but Jack and Clementine left the house on some pretext or other. Jim said that he was going off to shoot a bit of pool, Antonia said she was going over to Julie's, Clif claimed he had to meet a business associate at the airport, and Ursula said she had to visit a sick friend at the hospital.

"Well," Clementine said to Jack as she sat and embroidered, "I guess we're all alone. I don't mind, though, since I certainly don't like pool halls, airports, or hospitals."

It was exactly this combination of old-lady gentleness with her still-considerable physical beauty which really turned Jack on like it did.

"Well, I like being with you," Jack said. "So I don't care about the fact that everyone else has gone."

"It's sweet of you to say that, anyway," Clementine said.

"That's really nice perfume you have on," he said. "What kind is it?"

"Oh, just the kind that I've used for years and years."

"It's so nice," he said. "Let me have a sniff. I always know when Grandma has, come and visited us, because the house smells so nice."

He stood behind her chair and started sniffing, while she smiled indulgently. He brought his face close to hers and gave her a kiss on the cheek from behind. Then he kissed her neck.

"Stop," she said laughingly. "You're tickling me!"

In fact, the last thing in the world she really wanted her grandson to do was to stop. Every time she came to visit he seemed bigger and more manly, and there was no longer any denying the fact that he was a fine young man.

He kissed her on the neck some more, and reached forward and took her breasts in his hands. He felt kind of nervous, since he wasn't quite sure what her reaction would be, but he sure knew what his own reaction was: his prick was jammed out against the crotch of his pants about as hard as it would go.

"But I'm your grandmother!" she said in a tone that just hinted somehow that she didn't want to have him take her protest very seriously.

In fact, Clementine Hubbard was one of those women who actually get hornier as a result of going through menopause. Her clit stiffened up all the time on the street as she saw handsome young men walk by, and the feeling of her grandson's hands pressing her breasts certainly had the little button good and hard now. And though she no longer menstruated, or course, her pussy still got plenty wet with lubricant juices whenever she was turned on. Her panties were definitely starting to cling to her cunt.

"Not only are you my grandmother," Jack said, "but you're a very lovely woman!" And he bent forward and kissed her on the lips.

The way her lips and tongue responded was pretty clear sign that she was willing to give him anything he wanted, and maybe then some.

He gently lifted her out of the chair and led her over to the sofa. She lay down there, totally passive, waiting to be stripped and fucked. An older idea of femininity, perhaps, but one which Jack was perfectly capable of appreciating.

There was nothing grandmotherly about the clothes that she was wearing, for she had on a very stylish suit. Jack pulled off the little jacket, and then started to undo the buttons of the white blouse underneath. Those grandmotherly, slightly drooping breasts of hers really turned him on, and he was very eager to see them and to kiss and fondle them.

Soon he had the blouse undone, and the bra exposed. He couldn't help noticing that it was a sexy black lace bra. Clearly Clementine was perfectly aware of how exciting her breasts were.

Another peculiarity of the bra was that it fastened in front. Clearly Grandma was a woman who believed in being ready for action at all times.

Jack unhooked the thing and pulled the cups away from her body, allowing his grandmother's breasts to flop out into freedom.

Flop was the word, too. Once they had clearly been as high as his mother's, but gradually their weight had caused them to droop. He could make out faint stretch-marks which bore witness to the constant downward pull of Grandma's tits.

That didn't mean he didn't find them very sexy, however. In fact, his prick gave another big surge against his pants as he looked at the things. And they really smelled of perfume, too. Clearly that was one of the places where Grandma really liked to apply it.

Her nipples really turned him on. They were absolutely huge, with giant aureolae and great, high-standing nubs that were more brown than pink. He touched one of them and it immediately started to swell up to even greater size. He caressed the other one, too, and that way both of Grandma's nipples were soon throbbing with desire.

"You have a nice touch," Clementine said with a smile. In fact, her breasts were very sensitive, and it was from her that Ursula and Antonia had inherited this trait.

The nipples looked so nice that Jack started to suck on them, going from one to the other and back again.

Clementine was arching her back and making funny little sounds, so it was pretty clear to Jack just how turned on she was.

He unzipped the skirt she was wearing and noticed that the panties she had on matched the sexy bra. He also noticed that they were very wet.

He pulled the things down, exposing the cunt which had borne his mother, the cunt which had borne the cunt which had given birth to him, so to speak. She was well covered with pubic hair, which was gray like the hair on her head.

She was grinding her hips now, and wiggling her body back and forth. She didn't say much, didn't call out how she needed to be fucked or do anything like that, but Jack figured that that must be for the reasons that Grandpa mentioned, namely that even though she really liked sex, she had this ideal of feminine passivity which she insisted on adhering to.

He pressed his fingers against her cuntflesh, and her body gave a shudder. He was really getting her worked up fast.

I bet when she was young a guy could make her come just by looking at her, he thought.

The pressure of his pants on his prick was getting too painful for him to try and ignore it any longer. He unzipped in a flash and pulled his cock out into the open. He could see a look of delight on his grandmother's face as she drank in the sight of his big, boyish prick.

Then he climbed aboard. He was a bit sorry that he hadn't suggested a dog-style fuck, since that would have given him a better go at her tits, but it was too late to change now.

He positioned his prick at the entrance to her cunt, and then shoved it in.

Despite the years of fucking she had done, his grandmother still had a nice, tight cunt, one which pressed delightfully against his prick as he slid it back and forth on her fast-flowing pussy juices.

She sure hasn't gone dry, I'll say that much for her, Jack thought. In fact, there was a great deal more than just that to be said for his grandmother as a sexual partner. Despite her belief that a woman should play the passive role at least as far as making sexual advances were concerned, she certainly didn't mind participating physically in the action. Every thrust of his she met with a really sexy, nice kind of counterthrust.

He could feel his prick tensing, feel it ready itself for its blast-off, and then Jack was shooting his load of spunk deep into his sexy grandmother's twat. And that twat was exploding in a wild pyrotechnic display of come-joy, too, with Clementine's hips bucking and heaving around the tool that was spasming inside it.