Jake And Grandma 2

In between breathing in the seductive fragrance that emanated from my grandmother and feasting my eyes on her enticing big breasts that shot out from her silky night robe, I felt my dick suddenly rising, and I thought I might cum off in my pants right there on the spot so I took a deep breath to calm myself down as I forced myself to look down and grab my toiletry bag out of my suitcase and begin walking to the bathroom in a fast pace.

"Don't take too long, dear. We don't have enough time before your cousin's wedding."

I watched on the faucet and turned the shower to as COLD as I could get it before stepping in. My teeth were chattering like a madman's own but I did not care, at least it forced the blood from my hardened dick to race back to my internal organs in order to keep me alive.

Finishing,I wrapped a towel tightly around my waist and picked up my clothes before knocking loudly on the door of the bathroom from my end.

"Grandma, I'm done now. Is it okay for me to come out?" I asked since she might still be dressing.

"I'm done dressing Jake, you can come on out." I heard her reply

"Sweetie, could you help with the zipper on my dress? My hands can't quite reach back there"

I heard her ask me as I was walking.

She wore a glamorous top that fitted her and might have been considered inappropriate for a lady of her age.

She slightly turned away from me showing the partially open zipper going halfway down her back.

"Sure." I said and on my wet shaky legs I made my way across to Where she stood, clad in a towel because I had forgotten to take my clothes with me earlier when I was rushing to the bathroom.

"Thanks, sweetie, I really appreciate it," she said after I zipped the clothing for her

She turned to me and asked, "What do you think of my dress? Is it pretty enough to wear to the wedding?"

"I think it is perfect grandma" I blurted out a little too loud, my eyes moving from the long slit on her skirt to the other details of the clothing that was right and brought out her hourglass figure to fill display.

I couldn't help but notice Grandma's look of approval as she looked me up and down as I stood in front of her fresh out of the shower and just tied a towel around my waist. For the first time, I felt like all the hours in the gym and the school weight room had finally paid off. My shoulders and arms were nicely filled out and my packs were showing, while my abs remained tight from all my sit ups and crunches. I had to admit that I was proud of my appearance and had already noticed a few admiring glances from some girls at school recently, but none of them looked like the eager hunger I felt in my grandmother's eyes. No, the way she looked at me made my twisted thoughts spin at "what if's"....

"I've been working out a bit over the last year or so," I said to her, feeling the need to do so because of the way I noticed her lost, staring at my body.

"It paid off. You've turned into such a handsome young man." She said and blatantly let her eyes roam over me now, looking me up from top to bottom, her gaze lingering for a bit of extra time over my chest and flat stomach.

She seemed to be looking at the towel tied around my hips as if she wanted to take it off, or was it just my overactive imagination playing tricks on me again? I thought.

Finally I saw her turn her gaze back to mine..

"I bet you have a hard time keeping the girls away these days."

I quickly shook my head. "Not at all, Grandma. I'm not really that lucky with the girls at school."

"You're kidding. If I was in your class, I'd be batting my eyelashes at you every chance I got."

She infact did it herself playfully, batting her gloriously long eyelashes at me teasingly. At the same time, she gave me a smoldering look that had my temperature rising like somebody in a room filled up with milf's.

Mann, my grandmother was pretty but somehow when it came to being attractive to girls, Grandma was right to a certain extent; I had gotten a lot more attention from girls over the past year than ever before. I'd had a few dates, but none had worked out exactly as I'd hoped or perhaps imagined it to.

And yes, even at 18, I was still a virgin. Things had gone well at the start of most of my dates. The girls had seemed happy to be with me, glad that I treated them with respect and courtesy, glad that I was able to make them laugh and feel comfortable. Getting along with them was easy; that wasn't the problem. The problems always arose when things moved beyond those early stages, when I turned the corner from second base and was headed for third. Yes, as soon as the girls had my fly undone and realized what I was packing, that's when things started to go wrong.

Some people might say that I was 'blessed' when it came to my endowment in the dick department, but with the luck I was having with girls, I felt it was more like a curse. Whenever girls saw how big it was, they either turned tail and wanted to run, or they did the minimum to end the situation. Some had told me flat out, "There's no way you're fucking me. That thing will make me hole so wide!" Others had shut me down completely, asking me to take them home on the spot. Some had tried to be discreet, saying they wanted to slow things down, willing to give me a handjob and that was about it. I could tell when I dropped each one home at the end of the night that there was no point in calling them again, their attitude made that quite clear that they were too afraid of what they might have to do the same thing the next time.

So, I'd let them all be and not push it any further. I'm not sure who I had inherited such a prodigious member from, but it wasn't my dad. I'd seen him in the shower room a couple of times, and he was just as average as the guys in the locker room at school. I wondered if I'd taken after my grandfather on my mother's side, my Grandma Carole's husband.

Anyway, I've had nothing more than a second-rate handjob from a girl in my young life, and those three girls who'd at least done that had all complained about what a mess I'd made when I came. I do tend to come a lot when I shoot, and I think they all had to make visits to the dry cleaners afterwards, as well as having to shampoo their hair and wash the drops of cum off their faces. I knew how much, and how far, I could shoot, but it did come as a shocking surprise to all of them. There's not a lot of room when you're inside a car and my cum had to end up somewhere. Too bad those three ended up with a milky shower they hadn't counted on.

"All right then," Grandma said as she stepped by me playfully and gave me a playful pat on the behind. "You get dressed while I step into the bathroom and finish tidying up my hair and makeup. I won't be long so get fast too"

"Yes, Grandma," I replied as she walked into the bathroom.

In a matter of minutes, she came out of the bathroom.

Once again, I was left speechless as she stepped towards me. Her hair was done up in chignon at the back of her head. Her makeup was stunning, her eye shadow done up in tones of dusky bronze with pinkish hues showing through. A touch of mascara had made her already-long eyelashes look even more alluring. Her cherry red lipstick had turned her mouth into a vivid red gash, setting my heart on fire as I couldn't help but picture her red lips wrapped around my cock.

All in all, my grandmother looked stunningly beautiful. I had never seen her look so glamorous and sexy that much in my entire life. And the icing on the cake; I was going to be her 'date' today. There was nothing that could make this day any better for me...well, there was something, but I was already telling my dick to keep himself under control, as hard...or...as difficult as that was with her standing right in front of me.

"Grandma, you look..You look absolutely stunning. That dress, that necklace, your earrings, your makeup...it's just so beautiful.. everything is. You look amazing." I stuttered with her in front of me.

"Thank you, Jake, that's so sweet," she said as she gave me a quick hug and an air kiss near my cheek, her intoxicating perfume enveloping me in a warm sensual miasma that had my dick twitching again. "Come on, we better get going to meet your mom and dad downstairs."

The church part of the wedding came off without a hitch, other than my cousin and the guy she was marrying getting hitched, Grandma stuck close to my side the whole time, often with her arm through mine as she held me close. I was loving the sensation of feeling her large breast pressed against my arm, both inside the church as she sat right up against me, and then outside, when we were milling around with all the other guests.

I saw many men looking her up and down, men of all ages, including many cousins ​​my age. They looked at me with envy and I knew that all these men wished they were as close to her as I was. No kidding, any guy whose mom or grandma looks that good is lying if he says those thoughts never cross his mind. No red-blooded man (unless he's gay, which is a whole other thing) can't possibly look at a woman as hot as my grandma and not want to fuck her with everything he's got. And yes, I could see that look on the faces of almost all the men who looked at her, their eyes instinctively looking at her body and face.

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