Randy Lincoln: Even Grandmas get it!

Gazing fondly up at his face, she said, "How was that, dear?"

"Incredible!" David groaned.

"Good, I'm glad."

Eleanor sat back in her chair and began to close up the front of her dressing gown. David took the hint. He stepped back from between her thighs and pulled up his pants. As he zipped them up and fastened the belt, he looked down at Eleanor.

"Is everything all right, Mrs. Johnson?"

"Of coarse, dear," she said, looking up with a bright smile. "It's just getting a little late, that's all."

"Can – can I come back and see you again?"

"We'll see," she said, winking at him. "If you'll promise not to say a word about this to anyone."

"I promise!" David exclaimed.

After he was gone, Eleanor felt her spirits sag almost immediately. She began to regret what she had done. She felt guilty about having seduced someone so much younger than herself.

The telephone rang. Eleanor was tempted to ignore it, but she finally picked up the receiver. She recognized the voice of her daughter, Helen.

And then she found out that her daughter had reason to feel guilty, too.

Later on she got dressed and drove over to her daughter's house. She wanted to have a talk with her grandson.

"Jason? It's Grandma." She knocked again. "May I come in? I'd like to talk to you."

Eleanor opened the door and stepped into the room. Jason was lying on his bed, fully dressed, his hands behind his head. Eleanor closed the door and moved toward him.

"Jason, your mother and I have just had a long talk. She's asked me to stay over for a few days. And she told me about what happened between you two."

Jason turned his face away as if in embarrassment. But Eleanor noticed that he glanced in passing at her tits. She was wearing a white satin blouse that clung to her curves, and she suspected that her grandson was well aware of the mountainous thrust of her tits.

"Grandma, I just don't know how it happened. It was so unreal. One minute Mom was showing me her new outfit, and the next – well, you know."

Eleanor knew all right. She had heard the whole shocking story. And though she hadn't admitted it to her daughter, the account of Helen's incest with Jason had filled her with a longing like none she had never known before.

"I understand, dear. You mustn't blame yourself. It's just that young men like you have certain urges and desires that simply can't be denied."

Her heart skipped a beat just then as she glance down at her grandson's body and saw the hump of a huge hard-on swelling the crotch of his jeans. She gasped. The thought of his erect pick and all the wonderful things that could be done with it made her suddenly weak in the knees. Taking a deep breath, she moved to the bedside and eased herself down next to Jason.

"But Jason," she said, "I'm sure you realize that it can never happen again. You know that, don't you?"

Jason was staring at the huge, blouse straining rack of his grandmother's tits.

"And if you ever have those urges again," she said, "I want you to come to me. So we can talk it out."

With a grunt. Jason shifted his position, moving his legs farther apart, which brought his thigh up against his grandmother's ass. The bulge in his crotch had grown more prominent and apparently more uncomfortable. He cleared his throat.

"I kind of feel like I'm having those urges right now." He said this under his breath, his eyes downcast, as if talking to himself.

Eleanor looked at him searchingly.

An idea leapt into her mind. Eleanor had come to Jason's bedroom with only a vague notion of trying to be of help, but now she saw a definite way to take him in hand and keep him from sinning with his mother ever again.

"Jason? Look at me." She waited until his eyes lifted. "If you promise me, dear, if you promise to be good, I'll help you. I'll help you satisfy your urges."

"What do you mean, Grandma?"

She lightly stroked her grandson's thigh with her fingertips, staring down at the back of her hand as she considered her next move. Turning slightly away from him, she slid her hands up over the front of her huge tits and gently pressed them.

The voluptuous woman could feel the taut seams her bra beneath the satiny smoothness of the blouse. She could also feel, through the satin, the soft curves of tit-flesh that bulged from the front of the constraining bra. She took a deep breath.

"I've seen how you look at me, Jason. I've seen the look in your eyes. When I wore that low-cut dress last Thanksgiving, you couldn't take your eyes off me. You kept trying to see down the front of my dress."

"Grandma…"

"It's all right, dear, I understand. You just like my big tits, that's all." She slid her hands down to her waist, smoothing her blouse and pulling it tight over her huge, out-thrusting tits. "Most men do. And you're no exception. Admit t, Jason, you love my big tits."

Eleanor waited for her grandson to respond, but he didn't. He simply lay there gaping at her. She smiled, and put her hands to the collar of her blouse.

"Don't be so shocked," she said. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'll even let you look at them, if you like."

Eleanor unfastened the buttons of her blouse, thus revealing the deep line of her cleavage, until she reached the waistband of her slacks. After pulling the tails of her blouse free of her slacks, she finished undoing the last couple of buttons. Then she threw the tails of the blouse behind her and thrust forward the twin white spandex torpedoes of her overstuffed bra-cups.

"Would you like me to unfasten my bra?"

"Yes!" Jason hissed.

The bra was of the front-clasp type. Supporting her tits with her forearms, Eleanor pinched the clasp together and unhooked it. The cups jumped apart. Eleanor peeled them off and let her huge tits drop down into her lap.

"There now," she said, resting her hands on the edge of the bed, "how's that?" She turned to look at him and noticed the huge bulge in the crotch of his jeans. "Why don't you unzip your pants? I can see how uncomfortable you are."

Eleanor crossed her arms beneath her tits, causing them to lift and bulge forward, and leaned toward her grandson.

"Take out your cock," she said. "You can make yourself come while you suck on my tits. That should satisfy your urges."

Eleanor waited to see how her grandson would react to her offer, but Jason seemed too shocked and surprised to do anything. Her own desires were mounting, her itchy pussy seething in it own hot juices. Eleanor had absolutely no intention of fucking her grandson, but she couldn't help responding to the lust in his face as his eyes devoured her tits.

Eleanor was both relieved and thrilled when her grandson finally reacted. Leaning forward, Jason took hold of her tits, scooping up her creamy globes of blue-veined flesh and burying his face between them. He pushed her tits together, keeping his face in her cleavage. Eleanor threw back her head and thrust her shoulders forward as Jason worked his hot mouth and tongue against the sensitive skin of her tits.

"Ohhhhh, baby!" Eleanor gasped. Sliding her hand around behind his head, she guided his mouth toward one of her nipples. "Suck me, baby! Suck my tit!"

When she felt his lips begin to suck, she grunted deep in her throat. Her grandson's tongue, as it flicked her nipple, sent a thrill through her body that was hotter and more spine-tingling than anything she had known in a long time.

"Jason," she whispered. "Take out your cock. I want you to make yourself come."

This time Jason responded at once, reaching down blindly to fumble with his zipper. Eleanor was hesitant to help him with it for fear of touching his cock, but finally, her pussy dripping wet and her panties sticking to her pussy lips, she pulled herself away from him and reached down for his pants.