Randy Lincoln - Even Grandmas get it!

With a hoarse cry, Jason flung himself down on top of his mother's heaving body, flattening her huge tits and digging his strong fingers into the sweaty cheeks of her ass. He began fucking her wildly, moving his stiff prick in and out of her burning cunt and grunting loudly in her ear. Helen lifted her pelvis to meet every bone-jarring thrust.

"Fuck me!" she screeched. "Oh, my darling, fuck me! Oh God, I can't stand it! Oh, my pussy's so hot! Fuck my hot pussy with your fucking cock!"

Jason fucked his mother's pussy as hard and fast as he could, slamming his rigid prick again and into her slurping cunt. His big prick was awesomely hard and erect, and Helen felt certain that her sweating, grunting son would soon be blasting another load of boiling jism into her burning cunt.

And she would certainly come too. Her pussy was tingling and convulsing, the way it always did just before she reached a climax. She knew that even before Jason's scalding jism gushed into her cunt, she would experience a complete and satisfying orgasm of her own. The inner walls of her cunt were already beginning to tighten around the rigid shaft of Jason's thrusting cock. She knew it was only a matter of seconds.

"Jason, I'm coming!" she screamed. "Fuck me – ahhhgg! Fuck me, fuck me! Christ, I'm – gahhhhhhh!"

Her orgasm went on for nearly a minute. The convulsions rippled outward from the depths of her cunt as her pussy muscles contracted spasmodically around her son's pounding cock.

Then Jason growled and jammed his cock as deep as it would go, shaving it all the way into her cunt and holding her in an iron grip. Spurts of jism gushed from his prick in rhythm with the spasms of his mother's pussy, and Helen gave a shriek of lustful, sensual joy.

Her son's second load was just as large as the first. Helen could feel it squirting into her pussy, filling her up, and laying the tortured walls of her ravished cunt. Shameless, she grunted with pleasure as the spunky fluid oozed from her pussy and trickled down her inner thighs, tickling her.

Smiling blearily, she hugged her exhausted son and gently flexed her pussy muscles to squeeze out the last drops of jism from his thick, meaty prick.

"Well, Mom," Jason said hoarsely, "how was that?"

"It was great, baby," she said. "These sheets are really soaked." She could feel a wet spot spreading beneath her body. "We'd better get up so I can change the bedding."

Jason laughed.

"That's my Mom," he said.

His flagging cock was still buried in her sodden pussy.

"That's right," she murmured. "I'm still your mother. Even if I don't act like it."

And then she thought of her mother. How in the world would she ever be able to face her mother?

"Jason, Jason, my darling."

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Jason, I don't think I'll be able to keep this from your grandmother. She has to be told."

"Don't worry, Mom," Jason said. "I'll go and tal Grandma."

"Oh you, dear? Good. I think that's best."

"So do I," Jason said.

Eleanor closed the door to the guest room and leaned back against it, a frown darkening her lovely features. She wondered how long it would be before Jason came to her room and asked for more sex.

"I want that boy," she murmured as she slipped off her bathrobe. "And I think that he wants me."

Now totally naked, she crossed to the full length mirror and stepped back to admire her reflection. Taking a deep breath, she drew her hands up over the ample curves of her huge tits. Her flesh felt warm and supple. Then she pressed her palms over her nipples and slightly flattened her billowing tit-mounds, causing them to bulge provocatively.

"Yes, old girl, you're really built," she said to her smiling reflection. "No wonder Jason's eyes popped when he saw these tits naked."

Eleanor was about to fetch her nightgown from the closet and get ready for bed when a hesitant knock sounded at her door. Hurriedly slipping back into her bathrobe, she gathered up the belt intending to tie it around her waist. But then she paused, realizing that it was probably Jason at the door. Smiling devilishly, she left the front of the bathrobe hanging open.

"Yes?" she called, turning away from the door. Her luscious tits swung full and heavy, hanging down almost to the level of her belly.

"It's Jason, Grandma," Jason said through the door. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Of course, dear. Come right in."

Eleanor went to the closet and took out her nightgown. From the corner of her eye she watched a the door opened and Jason came into the room. Eyes downcast, he closed the door behind him.

"Uh, Grandma? I know it's late…"

"Not at all, dear," she said, draping the nightgown across the back of a chair. She noted that Jason was staring intently at her low hanging tits, and at the crinkly, silver-haired bush beneath them. "You know I'm here for you any time you want me."

With that she turned around and gracefully shrugged off the bathrobe, giving Jason a sudden startling view of her naked back. She could almost feel his eyes devouring the slender contours of her hips and the round white curves of her asscheeks. As she bent over to pick up the nightgown, her mammoth tits swung out from her body and dangled low beneath her arm. Nothing much was hidden from Jason's sight, and she heard him give a quiet gasp of appreciation.

"Just a minute, dear. I'll be right with you." After she had pulled the nightgown over her head and down her body, she turned around to confront him, a nonchalant look on her face.

"There now," she said. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

Her grandson simply gaped at her, seemingly unable to speak. The nightgown she had selected was practically transparent. Her huge white tits were clearly visible, billowing out the sheer fabric and stretching it taut across broad areolas that resembled pinkish brown pancakes. Her stiff nipples made a discreet peak at the front of each big tit. Jason had already seen his grandmother's naked tits, of course, but evidently found ah even greater allure in the sight of her luscious curves so beautifully enhanced by the nightgown.

While Jason gaped at her body, Eleanor permitted herself to scan the front of his pants. She was delighted to see a huge ridge of half-stiff cock growing down the leg of his jeans. She struggled to keep from gasping for joy.

"Tell me what you want," she said, slowly moving toward him. Her tit-flesh swayed and jiggled as she moved. "I can see that you need to tell me something."

"Uh, yeah, I do, Grandma," Jason said, turning her furious red.

Eleanor took a step closer and stood within an arm's reach of him. Because she was only five-six, Eleanor had to look up at him to meet his eyes.

"Maybe you need some relief," she murmured, her voice hoarse with the desire that was throbbing in her blood. "Is that it, dear?"

Jason could only avert his eyes and helplessly shake his head.

"My goodness, dear, what's wrong?" she asked with a growing sense of alarm.

"Grandma, we did it again," Jason said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Mom and I. We did it again."

"What?" She took a step backward.

"Grandma, I'm really sorry…"

"Oh, my God."

Eleanor sat down on the side of the bed, her bulging tits filling her lap, and stared at the floor. She was certainly stunned by Jason's revelation, but she wasn't really surprised. In fact, she had almost been expecting it – though perhaps not quite so soon.

"Jason, I don't understand," she said in a hurt, disappointed tone. "I thought we had an understanding."

"I'm sorry, Grandma, I really am!" He moved toward the bed. "It just happened! I couldn't help it!"

"That's what you said before, Jason."

"Yeah, I guess I did." He was standing directly in front of her, his knees almost touching hers. "I – I guess I don't know what to say."