Jake And Grandma 3

"Thank you, but this is one of my favorite songs, I'd dance to it with my date for today which is my grandson," I heard my grandma say to turn down the man in front of her as she took my hand and pulled me out of my seat and led me onto the dance floor.

I opened my arms for her and she stepped forward, moving in close as we started to dance. Once again, I felt my dick flickering to life as her closeness drifted into my senses. I felt so alive.

"You're a good dancer, Jake," she whispered into my ear as she moved even closer. Her arms went around my neck as she looked up into my eyes, the blue and charming eyes of hers meeting mine. "You look so handsome in your new suit too. I've seen the way some of the young girls here have been looking at you. You don't mind dancing with your old grandma, do you?"

"Not at all, Grandma." I shyly told her.

"You are a sweet one son?" she replied as she gave me another one of those mischievous smiles, "I will stay and dance with you . There's no one else I'd rather be here with."

She came and rested her head on my shoulder. At the same time, I felt my body press even harder against hers, the soft mound of her middle pressing against mine. She moved her body slightly from side to side, gently rubbing her belly against mine. There was no way I could stop my body from reacting. My cock, which had been half-mast for most of the day, began to rattle and stiffen. I knew she felt it and was afraid she would pull away, but my fears were put to rest when he moved even closer and ground himself against me..

"You've certainly grown up to be a big boy now, Jake?" she whispered hotly into my ear before she gave my earlobe a playful nip.

I couldn't say anything. Luckily for me, I was saved as the song ended and another fast one came on.

"You two looked like professional dancers," my mother said as I took my spot next her, with Grandma on my other side.

"Grandma's the great dancer," I said, trying to compose myself, my cock feeling like an iron bar in my pants.

"Jake has turned into quite a handsome young man, Sarah," Grandma said as she took my hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. "You and Ron should be proud."

"Yes, he's turned out all right. But don't say too much, it'll give him a swollen head."

When my mother glanced away for a split-second, Grandma took my hand she'd been holding and put it beneath the table, the draping tablecloth hiding it from everyone's view. She put my hand about halfway down her thigh, and I could feel the soft fabric of her dress beneath my fingertips. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, which made my fingers rub against her full lush thigh through her dress. With one last quick pat on the back of my hand, she withdrew hers from beneath the table and I watched as she grabbed her champagne glass and took a drink. I was surprised and even got more surprised when she brushed what she had done by speaking to my mother more casually.

"That cousin Frank of yours is kind of a lush, isn't he?" she said to my mother as she looked right past me and kept talking.

My heart was pounding like a runaway in my chest, my mind swirling since Grandma had placed my hand on her leg. Had I read that right? Was that an invitation to do more? Whatever it was, I knew it was now or never, and there was no way I was going to let even the slimmest chance slip by.

Grandma has always been one of the women in my fantasies, I can't risk letting this opportunity she was giving me pass me by. If I was wrong, what was the worst that could happen? She could slap me and walk away, but I figured she wouldn't do that in front of my parents, and then have to explain what I'd done. No, she'd probably just stop me and that would be the end of it, and that was a risk I was more than willing to take.

With my mind racing and my cock threatening to tear right through my new suit pants, I started to slowly let my fingers trace back and forth over her leg. I could feel the warmth of her body flowing right through the material of her dress into my fingertips. She moved her leg slightly, and I knew this might be the end of it. But no, she hadn't moved it away, instead, she'd let it drift over closer to me, and my heart soared knowing she was opening her legs for me.

Feeling more accepted and pushed, l let my fingers roam more freely over her leg, rubbing slowly up and down over the sensually soft fabric of her dress. As my mother looked away again, I saw Grandma's hand slip beneath the tablecloth. Her hand touched mine and her fingers closed. Again, I thought this might be the end of it and she'd pull my hand away but, instead, she moved my hand to the side until my fingertips touched the soft skin of her bare thigh through the slit in her dress. She moved it back into the middle of her leg, this time beneath her dress!

As she withdrew her hand and brought it above the table, I sat there simply stunned, my heart pounding and my cock throbbing like a caged animal yearning to be set free. I let my hand slide over towards the inside of her thigh, loving the feel of the smooth warm skin beneath my fingertips. It was like sliding your hand over the softest of rose petals; velvety, luxurious, and sinful beyond belief. I let my fingers slide deeper and higher between her spread legs, slowly making my way towards her treasured spot.

"Mmm, this is so nice," my grandmother said with warm purr to her voice.

"What's that, Mom?" my mother said from the other side of me.

"I was just saying how nice it is to be here."

I felt her legs roll open further, giving me more access to that illicitly soft smooth flesh high up between her thighs. I gently let my hand explore higher, my fingers finally brushing over the pouting mound of her panties.

"Yes, it feels so nice to know that now Jake is now an adult, finally 18," my grandmother continued, her voice croaky.

There was no mistake; Grandma had definitely emphasized the word 'eighteen" when she spoke. She had slipped her hand beneath the tablecloth again, only this time, it settled over my crotch, her fingertips sliding along my protruding bulge, as if gauging its length.

I can't believe what a big boy he's become. It still feels just like yesterday he was born." She said and gave my throbbing dick another thrilling squeeze before moving her hand back over mine and pulling my hand harder against her steaming womanhood.

"I think it would do us both good to spend more time together, to help each out when we can. What do you think, Jake, are you up for that? Do you think you can help your old grandmother out?"

I could barely breathe, but summoned up all my willpower and managed to croak out an answer. "Yes, there's nothing I'd like better grandma. I will be available anytime you need me to help you out"

" That would be so sweet of you Jake" she muttered.

I took her words as an invitation and slid a finger into her, finding her pussy as hot as a blast furnace and slippery as anything.

"I'm so happy," my mother said just before one of my aunts came up and started talking to her.

With her attention diverted, I continued to finger Grandma, my hand moving firmly beneath the tablecloth. I felt her give a little shiver as she gripped my own thigh and squeezed as her pleasure level escalated. I think we both knew that if she put her hand back on my dick I'd go off in an instant.

I slid a second finger into Grandma, loving the feel of the hot moist folds of flesh inside her gripping my invading fingers. I slowly slid my thumb up the line of her dripping slit until it rolled over the protruding bud of her clit, the fiery little nodule feeling swollen and in need of attention.

"Aaaahhh..." I heard Grandma gasp out softly as she drew her hand from beneath the table and grabbed her champagne glass. She brought it close to her face as her eyes softly closed, and I knew she was shielding herself in case my mother should look over.

Her legs were now spread wide apart beneath the table, giving me as much access to her steaming pussy as I wanted. With my hand inside her, I slowly spun my two fingers inside in a teasing circle before concentrating on the soft folds of flesh on the roof of her vagina, just beneath her clit, which I was still teasingly rolling the tip of my thumb over.