Nick Eastwood - Ball in the family

"Uh, yes," she gasped.

She finger-fucked herself roughly, forcing her stiffened fingers deep, into the scorching pulp of her greedy pussy hole. She whined as she reamed and stuffed her famished juicing cunt and felt the burning pleasure building in her pussy till she could hardly stand it. A few more stiff thrusts of her fingers and she was coming.

"Ahhhhh, God, yessssss!" she wailed. "Oh!"

She kept ramming her bunched fingers hard and fast in her sopping fuck hole, triggering herself into a long violent series of climaxes that made her scream with pleasure. It felt as if she just couldn't get enough. Helpless visions raced through her lust-crazed mind, her naked teenage grandsons racing around the pool, handsome cocks flopping and jiggling.

Then someone was knocking at her door, "Gramma," Tim called, "are you asleep? We're getting hungry."

Gloria whipped her cream-drenched fingers out of her cunt. "I'll be out in just a minute, dear," she answered.

She'd have to insist that they call her Gloria, not Gramma. She wasn't ready for old age yet. Her steaming pussy, still feverishly hot and horny, told her otherwise.

Gloria got a few things straight with the boys. They were not to call her "Gramma". They were to take turns helping her with the cooking and cleaning. Each boy was responsible for keeping his own room tidy. Tim, Rick and Bob cheerfully agreed to all these things. They seemed to adore their newly found grandmother.

Gloria didn't share the boys' enthusiasm for the new set-up. She just wasn't used to having kids around. She excused herself soon after dinner and went to bed with some magazines. They were all trade journals relating to the field of fashion. Gloria didn't believe in reading just for fun. In fact the only fun she ever allowed herself was sex, and it was going to be a long time before she had that again.

It was about nine o'clock that she heard light tapping on her door. "Come in," she called.

Tim entered in his pajamas. "Hi, Gloria," he said, "could I talk to you for a while?"

Gloria stifled a sigh of longing. She couldn't help thinking how handsome the kid was. "Of course, dear," she said. "Come and sit." She patted the edge of the bed.

As Tim approached the bed, his eyes darted to her ripe cleavage, and Gloria wished she hadn't chosen that particular nightgown. It was black lace and semi-sheer, and it was cunt daringly low in front. It would be great to wear for a lover, but not for a teenage grandson. Tim sat on the edge of the bed and struggled not to stare at her tits.

"Just what did you want to talk to me about, dear?" Gloria asked.

"Well, if it wouldn't embarrass you too much, I'd like to know more about our family," he said. "I mean I don't know anything about my grandfather, the guy who k… I mean, Mom's father."

Gloria reddened slightly but decided the boy had a legitimate request. Everybody is entitled to know about his family. "All right, Tim," she said, "I guess you're old enough to hear this. His name was Johnny, and he was just your age…"

Gloria started telling Tim as much as she could recall about Johnny when she noticed that the boy was shivering. That seemed odd on a warm July night, but perhaps he just wasn't used to the beach.

"Cold?" she asked.

"Yeah, but don't stop your story," Tim said. "I'm really interested. I'll just get under the covers."

Gloria gawked. The boy was lifting the covers and climbing under, right beside her. He moved so close that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. He sure as hell didn't feel very cold to her. But he'd done and said it all so innocently and naturally that she found nothing to object to.

Uneasily she went on telling him about his grandfather.

As she spoke, Tim snuggled closer to her, till finally their thighs were touching. Gloria felt a rush of lust so powerful that she almost moaned. But glancing at Tim, she found him still looking perfectly innocent. He seemed completely absorbed in her story. Gloria had a hard time keeping her mind on what she was saying. There was a burning need in her pussy that she couldn't ignore.

"And so," she concluded, "That's all I know about him. I'm sure he's happily married and doing fine, somewhere. I hardly ever think about him, and I'm sure he doesn't think about me."

"That's pretty hard to believe," Tim said. "I mean, who could forget somebody as beautiful as you, Gloria?"

He said it with his face just an inch from hers, and then he kissed her. Gloria was so surprised, she didn't even move her face away. Tim's mouth was firm and warm on her red-glossed lips, and again she felt a violent rush of horniness. She told herself to cool it. No way was her teenage grandson an answer to the nagging need in her pussy. As Tim broke the kiss, she blushed and stared at him.

"What was that for?" she said.

"Just because I think you're a terrific lady," Tim said. "We're all crazy about you, Gramma – I mean, Gloria."

He slipped his arm under her shoulders and rested his face against her neck, like a little kid cuddling up to his mother. But this kid was a teenage boy! Gloria didn't know what to think. She just knew that she was getting horny enough to scream. The boy's body was firm and warm against her. She couldn't help remembering his long dangling cock as he raced around the side of the swimming pool.

"Uh, Tim," she said hoarsely, "don't you think it's time you went to bed?"

"Aw, let me stay just a little longer, okay?" he sighed. "It's so nice being with you, Gloria. Gee, you smell nice."

Gloria felt a wicked urge to reach down and touch his cock. She scolded herself, but that didn't stop the hot sticky juice from leaking out of her famished cunt and moistening the back of her nightgown. Tim's head drooped a little lower till he was resting his cheek on her tit. The big melon rose and fell with her heavy breathing.

"I wonder how come Mom's not pretty like you?" Tim said. "You seem to have everything going for you."

As he spoke, he trailed his hand very lightly over her tit, so lightly that it might have been an accident. But Gloria, already aching with lust, responded with a little moan, and her nipples went stiff and throbbing, poking hard under the semisheer cloth of her nightgown. Tim pressed a fingertip to her rigid nipple and slowly rubbed it.

"Tim, you really shouldn't do that," Gloria said hoarsely.

"But it's so pretty," the boy said. "You've got fantastic tits, Gloria."

"TIM!" she gasped, blushing hotly.

But Tim just grinned and suddenly tugged her low-cut gown down over her bulging tits, leaving the big heaving melons totally uncovered. Gloria was stunned with surprise. Tim gawked hungrily at her gorgeous big tits and long rigid red nipples. He cupped the big hot globes and began to squeeze them, and Gloria felt so excited she almost came. She'd better put an end to this kinky little game before she lost control of herself.

"Tim, stop that," she said.

"Aw, just let me touch 'em, okay?" he said calmly. "A little touching can't hurt anything."

How wrong he was, "a little touching" had ended up getting her pregnant with his mother. But somehow Gloria couldn't bring herself to move. She was so desperately horny, and the boy's touch felt so good on her swollen sensitive tits. As Tim slowly and sensuously caressed her huge silky tits, she felt her cunt helplessly oozing a steady stream of molten syrup. She struggled to think straight.

"All right, Tim, level with me," she sighed. "You didn't come in here just to talk, did you?"

He looked her right in the eye, suddenly seeming much more mature. "That's right, Gloria," he said. "I've had the hots for you since the minute I saw you. We're stuck here together for a month. Why not have some, fun?"