Incest/Taboo Granny

I soon dressed and began making my way back up the trail towards the house. Gran was sitting out on the patio in the shade. She had made fresh tea, a second empty glass sitting on the table, which she now filled from the nearby pitcher as I approached.

"Was just about to come down and get you," she said, handing it to me as I sat down, sipping from it. "Enjoy your swim?"

"Very much...just like old times," I told her. I saw a brief knowing smile cross her face as I spoke.

"Can only imagine," she then laughed. I had placed her photo inside my shirt, once again taking it out. I placed it face up on the table.

"Seriously Gran, you can have it back if you want it. I actually prefer the way you look now," I told her boldly, though it wasn't my intent on giving anything away. I was just making an honest simple statement, though she looked at me, and then glanced down at the photo.

"So what you're telling me then, is you like the way these old tits of mine look now as opposed to the way they used to look?" She said teasingly, which I knew she meant as a joke, not being too serious about it, or really expecting an answer. Though I gave her one.

"Yes...I do," I said looking at her. "I think...your breasts are even more beautiful now, than they were back then." She laughed at that, nervously.

"Now how is it you know that?" she asked. "It's not like you could really see much of anything like that last night. It was sort of dark you know," she said, though this time it was Gran's face that had reddened considerably, not mine. "And besides, why on earth would this old gal's tits be of any fascination to you anyway...not to mention the fact of me being your grandmother."

"I don't know...maybe because I've never thought of you that way Gran," I said once again honestly. "Never have. Especially when I used to sit there looking at you...you know..."

"Yeah...jerking off," she laughed teasing me, though I knew then she was also doing so while trying to cover up her own nervousness, especially as she'd been sitting there watching me actually doing it only a short time ago now.

"Yeah...which I was doing just now, at the lake, looking at you, but not at this, not really, but more like...last night," I suddenly found myself confessing to her. I saw the look in her eyes, the sudden realization and confirmation of whatever suspicions she might have had.

"So you were there...standing outside my window last night," she said her eyes wide. "I thought I saw something, heard something, but wasn't sure."

"Not going to lie to you Gran, I was. I don't want you to be angry with me either," I then added. "I enjoyed it, I enjoyed watching you, more than anything else I have ever seen or done. Like I said, seeing you now...the way you look now, not this..."I said once again taking the photo in hand. "Is more attractive, more erotic to me than you were back then."

"You shouldn't be saying that, thinking that..." she said softly. "It's not right, it's ah...well, you shouldn't," she left off saying.

There was a moment of silence, an awkward pause. "Let me see you," I asked. "Let me see you now, in the light."

"Peter, you can't be serious. Why would you want to?"

"Because I do...because I do think you're attractive Gran, and because I love you...that's why."

"Well I love you too, but it doesn't mean its right that we should even be considering such notions."

"Have you?"

Her look told me she had. Obviously she had been, and she now knew I knew she had been as well. "You saw me...down by the lake didn't you?"

Now it was my turn to grin. "I'd say, that sort of make us even," I stated. That made her laugh.

"I guess, in a way it does. Can't exactly be mad or upset with you for doing that when I turned right around and did the same thing myself now could I?"

"Nope, figure not. But it still doesn't change what I said either, or what I asked earlier either, which you still haven't answered. I'd like to see you...right here, right now."

"Oh you would huh?"

"Yes I would. And I don't mind telling you Gran, I'm getting aroused again, just thinking about it."

In fact, I was, and I made no pretense about slipping my hand down inside my shorts, readjusting myself as my arousal grew, though I did use the table to help conceal my actions below it, though above it, Gran knew damn well what I was doing. Her eyes told me that, though she said nothing for a moment, just watching me.

"You're serious...you really are...getting aroused...again?"

"I am...yes. And I would love, if nothing else, to just sit here, look at you, and pleasure myself again while you watched. Even if you wouldn't let me do anything else, I would at least love to do that. See you now, the way you are now, and at least enjoy you that way."

I was shocked to see by the expression on her face that she was actually considering it.

"You wouldn't ask me to do anything else? Because I don't think we should...or that I could," she told me. "But I guess..." she then said speaking to herself more than me. "Just masturbating while looking at me isn't all that bad, not like you haven't already."

"Or that you haven't," I then said reminding her of her own guilty pleasure. Gran didn't respond verbally to that, though I sat watching her hands as they slowly came up to her blouse. She began untying the knot holding the front of her shirt together.

"Nothing else...promise?"

"Promise Gran...nothing else, right now." I said, though I caught a concerned worried expression on her face in having said that.

"I mean it Peter...we can't let this go any farther than this," though I sat watching as Gran now pulled the shirt completely away from herself, her bare breasts fully exposed to me now, looking even more beautiful in the full daylight than they had the night before. And even more alluring to me now...than they had appeared in the photo so many years before. Even more wonderfully however, she now cupped them within her hands. "You sure you really want to see them? They're not too saggy? Too baggy? Too big?"

"For starters...yes, and they're not any of those Gran. I mean it, I think they're very beautiful. Now...show me. Stand up, take off your shorts and show me the rest of you too!"

It was obvious this was turning her on, but it was certainly turning me on too. Gran stood, her teardrop shaped tits now a feast before my eyes, even more so than the quick half glances I had enjoyed already. Her dark tan nipples crinkled, swollen in desire, nipples hard extended as she stood. I watched as Gran undid the button on her jeans, then pulling down on the zipper allowing them to slide easily down her legs. I wasn't at all surprised to discover she hadn't been wearing any panties as her neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair suddenly appeared. As it did, Gran finally did place her hand over it modestly, though I knew without any doubt, she had also done it as a tease.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this, or that you're actually enjoying it!" she told me. To prove to her that I was, I then stood, likewise removing my jeans, my erection suddenly springing free, snapping up at attention. It bounced up and down briefly, Gran's eyes following the movement, now devouring me up close and personal as I stood fisting my cock, pointing it towards her.

"God Gran, you look so fucking good!"

She smiled, though reminding me. "Just remember what I told you Peter...we can't do anything else but this, and this is bad enough as it is!"

"Pull your chair around and sit in front of me," I told her. Gran did, now sitting down facing me directly. I continued to slow-stroke my cock, squeezing the head, forcing out a nice thick droplet of precum which I began encircling the head of my hard swollen cock with. Gran's eyes widened in obvious delight, watching me. Her own hand now slithering down between her legs, she spread them, teasing her equally juicy looking split.

"You like?"

"Wider," I told her. "Let me see that juicy pussy of yours Gran, open it wider for me."

Her face was flushed in arousal, even more so as she inserted her fingers, withdrawing a moment later a clingy stringer of female cum cream. Fascinated, I watched as she now wrapped it around her finger, applying it back against her hard little knot, teasing her clit the same way I was now teasing the head of my prick.

"Give me some," I told her, not really asking.

"Peter!"

"Please Gran, just place a little of it on the head of my dick for me." She thought about it briefly, and then I smiled as she inserted her fingers, once again withdrawing a nice looking dollop of her own juices. Gran leaned forward, she didn't really even touch my cock herself, letting the smear of cream fall from her finger tip as it oozed over the ballooned helmet of my shaft. She sat back in her chair, taking a bit more, and then applied it to her wondrously hard nips.

I sat, now adding her juice to my own, sliding it up and down my shaft until it glistened wetly, slippery with her female spunk, the sensation further heightening my lust and arousal as I again produced another thick drooling drop of my own lubricated cream. Without asking, thinking about it, Gran once again leaned forward, swiping it off the side of my cock as it ran down with her finger.

"Sorry...couldn't help myself," she grinned wickedly, and then even more wickedly, she slipped her finger inside her mouth, tasting it.

"Hmm, fuck Gran, I want to taste you too. But I'd rather place my tongue right there between your legs while I do it."

She thought about that for maybe a millisecond. "No Peter...you know I can't let you do that. We shouldn't even be doing this, this is bad enough, but I couldn't allow...let myself to take it that far. This is as far as it can go."

Her tone was serious, though I had heard her wavering, so I didn't pursue it. "Ok, but at least feed me some of you then, so I can taste your sweetness that way."

That request seemed to mollify her to some extent, and I was pleased when her fingers once again delved down between her legs, watching them as they dipped inside, then two-fingered pussy poi being offered up to me as I leaned over mouthing her two fingers sucking it off.

"Oh fuck Gran...you really do taste so damn sweet!"

She smiled sitting back in her chair, draping one leg over the armrest as she did, her hand once again lazily twiddling her split, the other slow rolling and pinching one of her nipples, she moaned pleasurably looking towards me as I sat stroking my cock a bit harder now.

"Show me...show me how you make yourself cum Gran," I asked her in a lusty, throaty tone of voice. "I want to see your face, watch you as you do."

"Oh you do...do you? And are you going to cum for me too Peter? Are you going to stroke that nice hard cock off for your Gran so I can see what sort of a man you've grown into?"

Just hearing her talk to me like that nearly had me there. "You want to see my nice hard prick squirt huh Gran?" I teased back stroking it a bit harder, a bit firmer...though if I continued, it wouldn't take long before I was. But doing so, she too began playing with herself more urgently, even taking a moment to hand slap her clit directly, patting it wildly, and then pinching her clit between two fingers holding it there, now using her other hand to tap her clit with.

"Yes!" she said simply through glassy looking eyes. "Yes Peter yes! I want to see you cum, see you squirt!"

I could tell she was hovering on the edge herself, so when the first warning tingle of my inevitable explosion began, I let it continue. Seconds later I felt the first surge of my spunk begin to skyrocket through the length of my shaft. "Here...it...cums!" I cried out, looking over towards her, her eyes now glued on my cock as the first streamer of white sticky spunk leapt from the head of my prick.

In a way, it was like watching it in slow motion. That first streamer of cream arching into the air, watching as it soared the short distance between us, landing against the upper portion of her thigh, surprising us both. Gran followed the splash of my cream against her, grinning...and then looking up to watch the approach of another, and another as they too traveled through space and time, another just reaching, landing on her breast. Gran's cunt exploded then as well, a fine liquid little squirt emerging from her own pussy, which surprised me as Gran now hard-patted herself briefly, held...and then sprayed a bit more. It was my turn to sit in wonder, watching her do this, seeing her pussy pulsate, squirt, and then pulsate again with another long precious pussy squirt.

We were both spent, exhausted, but highly exhilarated too, though as the arousal finally softened, I could see by the expression in Gran's face she was also suddenly feeling guilty about what we'd just done and enjoyed together.

"I guess I really should start dinner," she said standing and quickly slipping back into her shorts, though as she put her shirt back on, I was pleased to see her not button it up, though she did again tie a quick knot with the shirttail between her breasts. "After I shower..." she added, "Which you should do too."

"Is that, an invitation?" I half hoped, watching her as she crossed the patio back over towards her room. She looked back over her shoulder at me, though she grinned as she did so.

"You wish."

By the time I had gotten out of the shower and made my way back into the kitchen, Gran had started dinner. She had changed clothes too of course, now wearing a lightweight cotton summer dress. It was something I had never seen her in before, and though it looked sexy and comfortable on her, it didn't reveal anything. I wondered briefly if she had done that on purpose, still struggling with what she'd allowed herself to do...us to do, such a short time ago.

We didn't exactly eat in silence, we talked, even joked and laughed. But she made sure that any reference of anything of a sexual nature was headed off long before it began. We had gone out to the patio to watch the sun go down, something that was quickly becoming my favorite time of the day.

"You up for a little heavy lifting tomorrow?" she asked.

"Sure Gran, what do you have in mind?"

She settled back in her chair, sipping her wine, though she was careful not to display any more of her legs than necessary as she pulled them up into her chair, sitting on them.

"I'd like to drive up to Red Cliffs tomorrow, pick up some more of that red rock for the garden area."

I had noticed after my arrival that Gran had about half of her flower garden so decorated, large red rock boulders as we called them surrounding it along with the walk way leading up to the house.

"I'll even pack us a picnic lunch to eat while we're there," she added. "Not sure how much help I'll be able to give you," she added apologetically, "but I will make us a nice delicious lunch to eat while we're there." She took another sip of her wine, looking over towards me. "So what would you like to eat?" she asked innocently. Though her comment was just too good to pass up as I answered. By the look on her face, I could see she'd already regretted asking the question by the look on mine.

"You!" I said with a smile behind it.

At least she did smile at that, "Peter...you really are incorrigible, you know that?"

"Only when I'm around you," I said softly meaning it. Though she let it go without commenting. We sat once again in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the night until we'd polished off the bottle of wine.

"Well, I know it's early for you, but it's late for me. And as it's an hour's drive up to the cliffs, I'd like to get to bed and up early, especially if I'm going to make us a nice lunch before we go. I'll come get you about five," she grinned, letting me know that was as late as it appeared I'd be sleeping in around here.

Gran stood and leaned over giving me a quick brief kiss on the forehead rather than on the lips as she usually did. A sure sign to me that she was trying very hard to put a little distance between us. Something that worried me a little, though I figured there was just cause in her struggling with it.

"Good night Peter," she told me, and then turned and headed off towards her bedroom.

I lay in the darkness of my room for the better part of an hour trying to go to sleep. But couldn't. It was still way too early for me yet, and I hadn't as yet gotten used to the early to bed, early to rise my Gran had been doing for years. I sat up in bed looking out the window across the way, but the light was off in her room. No doubt she was sound asleep. But it was a moment or two later that I saw something I was totally unfamiliar with. I saw the red glow of a cigarette cherry flaring. I stared, and then saw Gran as she slowly walked down the path towards the lake. The light of the full moon revealing the fact she was wearing a white top of some sort, no doubt a man's tee shirt as some sort of night shirt. Once again, I saw the little spark of light as she took a drag on her smoke. Another oddity. Gran had been after my own mother for years to give up the habit, though she hadn't. And in all that time, I had never once seen my grandmother smoke, but it was now obvious to me that she did, at least on occasion. But it wasn't even that so much as seeing her as she made her way down to the pond that intrigued me. I soon slipped out of bed, out of the room, and quietly began to follow her.

I was thankful for the full moon as it allowed me to see well enough as I walked down the path. Careful so as not to step on anything that would alert her to my presence. By the time I had reached the trees, she had walked through them. I stood within the safety of them looking out down towards the pond. Gran stood looking out over the calmness, only the occasional sound of a fish jumping could be heard. There was no breeze of any kind, so even the trees stood peaceful, unmoving in the night.

With the reflection of the moon on the pond, and then on her, especially in the white tee shirt, she reminded me in a way of a Greek statue, majestic in its simple elegance as she stood there. I saw again a quick brief flare of light, and then she knelt down stubbing out her cigarette and buried it. As she did, I saw clearly the twin cheeks of her own full moon as she knelt down before standing up once again. Already I could feel myself stiffening, and quietly walked out of the trees towards her, not sure what I was going to say, or do when I came up to her. But I knew right there and then I was going to kiss her.

So engrossed in her own thoughts, she didn't hear me until I was standing directly behind her, though even then, she turned only half expectantly, somewhat surprised to see me standing there.

"Peter?"

It was the only word I let her speak. In the next instant I had drawn her towards me, my mouth coming fiercely down upon hers, kissing her deeply. For a millisecond of time, she attempted to pull back, her hands coming up defensively, braced against my chest as though she were about to push me off and away from her. But the kiss held, and as it did, she just seemed to sort of melt into me. I felt her hands, arms relax, and then suddenly they were around my neck, her hands in my hair as we continued the kiss. I allowed my hands to then travel down Gran's back until they were cupping the twin cheeks of her ass. I lifted her up easily, though it broke the kiss when I did so, settling her legs about my waist almost automatically.

"Peter...I told you, we...we can't. We just can't!"

I could feel her soft tuft of fur pressing against the thin material of my shorts. My erection once again hard, stiff now pressing back against her. The only obstacle separating the two of us, though I continued holding her in place, now moving against her softly, rhythmically.

"I would never hurt you, never leave you...never do anything that you wouldn't want to do," I whispered softly to her, still grinding myself against her, and feeling her begin to grind back against me.

"I know...it's just that..."

"What?" I pressed kissing her neck, stabbing at her gingerly, though again the now tented material of my underwear kept me from entering her, though to some extent I was. I could feel her moisture already seeping through, the heat of her bathing my cock even as the tip pressed against the satiny folds of her sweet lips.

"How would we ever explain it?" she finally managed, her voice quivering, her obvious arousal now taking over.

"No reason for us too," I continued to whisper back to her. "It just is."

It was then that she released one of her hands from about my neck. Somewhat awkwardly, I felt her reaching down, fumbling between us. In the next instant she had freed my prick from the confines of my shorts, the waistband of which she had now pulled down beneath my hard firm balls. I felt her slide up, and then down. As she did, I felt her wet sweet passage suddenly envelope my prick. I felt her warm wet glove completely devour me, my cock sliding up deeply inside her. She once again shuddered with the sudden thrill and intrusion of it, though I merely held her there in place, unmoving as we both stood growing accustomed to the unexpected joining.

After a moment or two of this, I fucked. And she fucked back. I slid inside her again, felt her coming down on me after lifting herself up, nearly ramming herself against me as she did.

"Oh Peter, fuck me! Fuck me baby fuck me!" she cried out suddenly.

I was strong, but I was rapidly growing weak in the knees. Though I still held her, I lifted her up and off of my cock reluctantly, though I now cradled her instead within my arms, turning as I now carried her back up the path towards the house.

"I'm going to do that...and a lot more," I told her as I slowly and carefully carried her back. I had no intention of taking her back inside the house. The sensuality of being with her outside was something I think we both wanted, needed. I finally put her down as we reached the patio. Quickly taking off one of the lounge chairs cushions, which I then tossed onto the grass beside it.

"Lay down," I grinned, watching her with lust hungry eyes as she did so.

I think she expected me to simply slide back into her. She had spread her legs, invitingly, no doubt waiting for me to do just that. And though I did join her there on the cushion, I had purposely positioned myself considerably further down. "Peter? Oh my God! Peter!" I allowed the tip of my tongue to gently snake out, caressing the exposed split between her legs, her hard little nubbin of flesh, as I lightly, softly tickled it. "Oh Peter...even your grandfather..."

"What? Didn't eat you? Lick you? Taste you?" I said doing so between each sentence.

"Oh fuck! No! No! He...didn't!" she mewled as my tongue danced on the surface of her clit, swirling about in tantalizing little passes, sometimes allowing myself to gingerly suck it, drawing it up between my lips, holding it there. I felt Gran's hands come down to my head, holding it in place, her deep throated moan unlike any I had ever heard before. "Oh my God! Peter! Peter! PETER!" she screamed.

I reached up, pinning her hard firm nipples within my hands, now pulling on each, lifting them up and away from her breasts, still continuing to suckle her clit, nursing it as though nursing upon her breast. She drove herself against me, the soft fur of her cunt tickling my nose, the aroma of her split intoxicating, the fluids of her desire already beginning to pool upon the floor of my tongue.

"Let it go Gran," I urged her, still lapping, still tickling, still sucking. "Let it go Gran," I said again, feeling her tense, feeling her begin to stiffen beneath me. I felt her ass come up off the cushion, bad back and all as she arched upwards, whatever pain there might once have been, swept away in the beginning ecstasy of her pleasure.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Pinch them Peter! Pinch them, pull on them...make me cum!"

I was doing so, though my attention was certainly more focused on her cunt, her clit hard swollen now full within my mouth. I soon felt the liquid, joyous release of her climax begin, the damn suddenly bursting, though I was now aware that it might, ready for it when it came, as she did. Once again Gran's earsplitting scream filled the silence of the night, the hard felt explosion of her pleasure now bathing me. I swallowed her, gulping, half drowning as I did so, but continued doing so until at last, and finally she collapsed beneath me, exhausted, spent, though her chest continued to heave in great up and down motion as she fought for her breath.

I continued to lay there, still ever so lightly licking at her, cleaning her up. Savoring her fragrance, her taste, her rich creamy nectar. After what seemed like an eternity to us both, she finally reached down, pushing me away. Without a word, she sat up, smiling, only then speaking.

"Your turn."

It had been a long, long time since I had felt a woman's lips on my cock. I'd almost forgotten what the sensation even felt like. But even more delightfully, there was no hesitation on her part whatsoever either, and she artfully began playing with my cock, holding it within her strong small hands as she continued licking it. I felt the press of her tongue running up one side and then down the other of my shaft. She would pause long enough to mouth the tip, sucking it, fucking the tiny cum-split with her tongue, then again flicking it, while she slowly, teasingly pumped it up and down. My moans now matched hers in their intensity. I sat up slightly, needing to watch her, resting the weight of myself on my elbows. Gran seemed to enjoy the show she was putting on for me, looking up, gazing into my eyes as she licked, sucked, and even nibbled on the head of my prick.

"I love the feel of you...the taste of you," she told me wantonly. "It's been...so long, too fucking long," she purred once again slavering my member, spitting on it decadently. Even that was erotic, heightening the sensations of what she was doing to me. She spit again, I saw the stringy drool of her now very wet, sloppy sucking as she lifted herself away from my prick. Her twin breasts now acting as a magnet for some of it, clinging to her, dripping down between her breasts provocatively, and then watching as it slowly ran down, once again dripping onto my cock where she attacked it, sucking me again, spitting again, then jerking me wildly as the liquefied sensation of her sucking caress soon had me spinning up and over the edge.

"Oh Gran! Gran!" It was all I could manage. She felt it the exact moment I did. The sudden surge, the release, the incredible eruption as her mouth once again consumed me fully. I felt my sperm tearing through my shaft, as she sucked it, sucking it down, draining me dry. Her hand milking, pumping me until every last trace of my spending had been consumed by her.

We both just simply drifted off after that. Gran collapsing down beside me in the crook of my arm, our breaths gradually coming together, slowing...and then blackness.

When I woke, it was to the feel of the morning sun just then reaching my face, along with the even warmer sensation of Gran's cunt slipping up and down over my once again hard firm erection.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up," she told me grinning. She looked beautiful, sitting there upon me, her soft breasts gently swaying to and fro as she slow-fucked me, sitting there on my shaft. It felt incredibly strange, wonderful, all encompassing however to awaken like this. I reached up, morning pussy breath and all, kissing her, as she kissed me back, our gentle morning fuck continuing, as we did so.

It was lazy, it was slow...it was perfect. Without the frantic, passionate, and even heated excitements we had experienced the night before, this was in many ways, far more enjoyable. Fucking Gran as the sun finally rose, the highlight of sunlight in her hair, casting shadows over her breasts, her arms and legs as she sat coupling with me was like fucking an angel that had come down from the heavens just for me. Only when we both seemed to feel the sensation of urgency increase did we likewise intensify the coupling. Gran now, driving herself hard down onto me. And me...thrusting upwards, meeting her somewhere in the middle. The sounds of her wetness along with my own, adding to the erotic playfulness of the mornings silence. Even the trees seemed to sway with the tempo of our movements, at times applauding the performance with a gentle shake of leaves, whispered sighs of contentment and appreciation for what they were seeing.

Unlike before, I didn't scream out, nor did she. We just sensed, felt and enjoyed the spurting release of my prick so deep inside her, feeling it as it bathed the opening of her womb, even as she flooded my shaft, sprinkling it with her own nectar, which soon made its way out of her cunt, dripping, running down my shaft and likewise coating my balls.

"We overslept," she said giggling. "Naughty boy," and then stood extricating herself from me, though she found no embarrassment in the decadent appearance of our mingled pleasure as it ran hotly down the inside of her thighs. "Time to shower...dress, and go see about some rocks," she told me. Once again I lay there watching her head towards her bedroom, she looked back, pausing briefly. "Well? You coming? Or not?"

This time, I followed her.

We arrived at the cliffs mid-morning. It was already getting warm, but the slightly higher altitude still felt cooler as Gran began picking out rocks for me to lug back to the pickup and toss in. After well over an hour, she had probably more than enough to finish the landscaping she'd begun. By now the sun was well up, though the cool sandstone cliffs felt good against the skin when sitting on. Much to my delight and surprise, Gran shucked off her clothing, now standing naked before me. I quickly followed suit, hoping as I did so, she had something else in mind now as well. But I did realize one thing, if we got too rambunctious on the rocks, it would play hell with my knees, not to mention my ass, grinding away at it like sandpaper, even though Gran had brought along a blanket for us to sit on and enjoy our lunch together when it was time for that.

At the moment however, I could have put up with a little less flesh on my ass too. Just seeing her, all wonderfully naked, the bright sunshine above as she stood there in front of me watching my cock harden. Which wasn't all that difficult a feat, especially with her standing there touching herself the way that she was.

"You ah...have anything particular in mind you'd like to be doing?" I asked.

"You might could say that," she said now stepping over me, straddling me as she stood there. "What I'd like...is for you to let me do all the work. I don't want you to even move, especially if you'd like to spare grinding away your ass," she giggled. In the next instant, Gran had lowered herself over me. I watched as she straddled me, though taking all the weight of herself on her haunches as she did so. The only contact between us, coming when she actually placed the opening of her cunt directly on top of the hard swollen head of my shaft. Even then, she just sort of rubbed herself against it without putting it in.

"Holy shit!" I told her, not only amazed at how delightful it felt, but honestly at her strength and stamina as she knelt there the way that she was.

"Feels good doesn't it?" she said smiling. "And kinda naughty too. Especially out here."

She certainly had that right. Watching as she slowly began to engulf me, only then easing herself more fully down onto my prick, though even then she didn't fully collapse herself upon me. Lifting up, I watched my cock reemerge from her depths, already seeing the white frothy mixture of her arousal beginning to cling to my prick as she rose up, and then slowly pushed herself down onto it once again.

It was at that point we both heard a small tumble of rock just up from where we were and to the side of us. Looking over simultaneously, we saw two heads suddenly duck down behind the cliff ledge up above us.

Gran actually laughed. "I think...we have an audience," she told me.

"I think you're right...we do," I smiled back, hoping to hell she wouldn't quit doing whatever the fuck it was she was doing at the moment. It felt too damn good.

"You mind?"

"Not if you don't," I told her. "And besides, it's sort of hot knowing we're being watched."

"Yes...it is," she added, and then began fucking me a bit faster now, though again, the only body parts that were touching at all was my cock and her cunt.

As good as it felt...and it did, even Gran couldn't keep this up forever. Eventually her strength and knees began to give out. "How'd you like a little old fashioned doggy style?" I asked.

"Hmm, that sounds nice, been a while even for that," she told me finally standing up, then adding, "We still have an audience?"

I looked up towards the rocks, "Yep...still there, maybe we should wave." I suggested, which she laughed at.

"Wait until you're in me again, fucking me from behind...then we will."

"You're wicked."

"You're naughty."

"Yes I am," I retorted.

"Fucking your Granny,"

"Yeah...fucking my Granny. Something I intend on doing every day of my life."

She looked at me, her eyes suddenly watering. "You really mean that don't you?"

"Yeah...I do," I said just as seriously, then reminding her. "Maybe we'd better fuck before our audience gets all nervous and leaves." She smiled at that, positioning herself facing towards them, using a small shelf of rocks to lean over, though ensuring they would have a more than perfect view of us from above.

"Wait until I tell you, then on the count of three, we turn and wave," she laughed.

I stood behind her, easing myself in, though there was no reason for doing so. Gran was sloppy and deliciously wet already. I shoved in an out of her a half a dozen times or so. "Ready?" I nodded my head, still grunting. "One...Two...THREE!"

As one, we both looked up and waved, catching our voyeuristic audience up above by surprise. After a moment, they waved back, even standing. It was a young man and a woman, likewise just as naked as we were.

"Must be a favorite place to...cum," Gran said emphasizing the real word she'd intended to use. I laughed at that, agreeing with her.

"Sure as hell is for me!" As I continued to fuck her, though we both now looked up seeing the other couple now in the same position we were, fucking as well.

"Maybe they should change the name of this place from red rocks, to getting rocks off or something," I suggested.

"Yeah, maybe they should, now shut up and fuck me," Gran demanded. "Fuck me hard Peter, fuck me really...really...hard!"

I could only imagine what we must have looked like from up above. Though the show they were putting on looked just as wickedly erotic as I'm sure we did. Gran's somewhat larger breasts gyrating wildly below her as I now slammed in and out of her sloppy wet cunt furiously. Even the sound of our coupling could be heard, the slap of her cheeks as I drove into her. Though I knew only I could hear the wet slippery deliciousness of her cunt as it continued to boil out thick creamy pussy lava as I continued fucking into it.

I felt Gran reach down between her legs, sometimes frigging herself, sometimes cupping or holding onto my balls. "I want to feel you squirt on my back...my ass," she told me breathlessly. "I want to feel your hot wet cum pouring all over me!"

She knew I was nearly there already, but just hearing her say that took me right over the edge. I pulled out, just in time, the first spurt already leaving the tip of my cock as I simply held it, watching it shoot, watching it spray. Gran's hand still down between her own legs working herself, streamers of my spunk splashing against her, now triggering her own release as she spread her legs even further apart. As she did, I sat stroking my cock, still trying to coax out the last remaining drops of cum juice from it as she began pouring out her own climax. It was weirdly erotic, in a way like watching a horse pee, though she wasn't. But the gush this time was even more than I'd seen her produce before. The red rock we were standing on absorbing it, darkening as Gran continued to pour out her climax onto it.

I looked up, wiping my finished prick back and forth across the twin cheeks of Gran's ass. Our audience was gone, obviously they had enjoyed their own explosive orgasmic bliss long before we had. "Ah...they missed the final show," I mused sadly.

"Somehow, I don't think they minded," Gran laughed. "I certainly didn't."

We soon moved back to our blanket, still naked and opened a couple of ice cold beers from the cooler and began making lunch.

"What you said earlier? Gran asked.

"About what?"

Gran frowned, knowing full well I knew what she was asking about. "About you wanting to fuck me every day of your life?"

"I meant it when I said it," I told her. "I can't imagine being with anyone else except for you."

She lowered her voice, her eyes, softening her tone. "Peter...I don't know how long, how much time..."

I cut her off. "Neither one of us does Gran. Something could happen a year from now, a month from now. Hell...something could happen three days from now for all we know. Would you want to waste whatever precious time we do have thinking about that? Because I don't! All I care about is you...us, and now. Not down the road to then. Let's cross that long road when we come to it. Ok?"

She nodded her head. "Ok, but we still have your parents, my daughter to deal with," she said once again seriously.

"I've already thought about that," I told her then. "You said you were looking for someone to help you run the place. Well as far as I'm concerned, you already found him. Even mom and dad couldn't get too terribly upset by that when I tell them I've decided to stay here with you and do just that. You know mom...she'll be delighted that someone she trusts will be out here with you. And even dad will warm up to the idea eventually...knowing mom. Working here...with you, being with you is the best thing that could, or probably ever will happen to me. So...what do you say Gran? Partners?"

"Better than that," she smiled back. "Lovers...maybe secret ones...but lovers."

"Deal then?"

"Deal. Now...get your ass over here and fuck me again."

"Yes mam!" I grinned happily. "Yes...mam!"​