Chapter 3
"Come on, Lane, things at home can't be that bad, can they?"
Lane looked at his grandmother. She was, he decided, an exceptionally sexy woman, even if she was in her fifties. He found it difficult to keep his eyes off her tits. They were straining against the tight-fitting pink blouse she wore, and it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. He'd stared lustfully at her tits enough times to know that Morgan always wore a bra to help hold those incredible mounds of tit-flesh.
"Talk to me," Morgan continued. "Tell me what's been happening at home? Why so much fighting and bickering?"
Lane turned his face away from Morgan. He was afraid she would notice him staring at her big, creamy tits. The pink lacy blouse she had on was so sheer it was almost see-through, and he suspected that he could, if he had the chance to stare at her without being noticed, actually see the light-brown circles of her areolas through her blouse.
"It's simple," the teenager answered, keeping his eyes turned away from Morgan. "Mom and Dad fight, and then Dad takes it out on Phillip and me. It isn't fair, but that's the way it is. I'm splitting. That's all there is to it. I can't take this fighting all the time."
Morgan glanced right and left, glad that she was alone with her grandson in the alley. She'd found him in a little joint that had countless pin-ball and video machines. It took some convincing, but Morgan had finally managed to pull Lane away from his friends, taking him out of the video joint through the back door to "have a chat".
"Is there anything I can do to make you happier?" Morgan asked.
Lane shrugged his shoulders. He didn't want to believe that he was actually getting horny being with Morgan, but he was. He could feel hot tingles of excitement going through him, and the long bulge of his cock twitching as it started to grow with anticipation.
Morgan's heart rate quickened when she looked at Lane's crotch and saw that he had the makings of a hard-on inside his jeans. The situation that she had stumbled on was more than she could have hoped for. She had always had an itch for her grandson, and now it looked like she was going to have the chance to attempt a seduction.
The thought of taking such a young boy's cock into her cunt, driving between her pussylips, made Morgan quiver a little as she stood in the alley. She loved it whenever a teenage boy found her sexy. It reaffirmed her belief that even though she was in her fifties, she wasn't ready for the boneyard yet.
"Tell me, Lane ... do you find me attractive?"
Lane nodded his head, still not looking at Morgan.
"Then look at me." Morgan could hear the tension in her own voice, feel the tightness in her throat. "I'm going to show you something . . . something that I know you've wanted to see for a long, long time."
She touched the boy's face with her fingertips, turning his head so that he was looking at her. Then Morgan placed her hands on her huge, succulent tits and squeezed them.
The big-titted blonde woman felt the hot tingles go from her nipples straight down to her bud-like, throbbing clit. She moaned softly, massaging her tits, her eyes glowing with the lust that was seeping through her veins.
"You like these, don't you?" she purred, pinching her nipples through her pink lace blouse. "You've always liked my tits. I've watched you looking at me. I know you want to look at them. Tell me you do."
Morgan waited for her grandson to say something, but he wouldn't. She just smiled and continued to fondle herr tingling nipples.
"I'll let you look at them, if you really want to. I'll even let you touch them."
Morgan slowly flicked open the buttons of her blouse until she had worked her way down to her skirt. Once there, she pulled the tails of her blouse out of her skirt and finished the job. Her blouse hung open, showing off the inner swells of her enormous, golden tits.
"Now watch," Morgan whispered.
She peeled her blouse away from her succulent tits. The nipples were already hard, standing out from her pink, round areolas, making her excitement and lust known. The areolas themselves were a slightly darker color than normal, from the passion that was sizzling through the veins.
"Go ahead, take your cock out," Morgan whispered.laughter in her tone. "I know you want to touch it. I can tell that much."
She held her tits from the under-side, holding them up in offering.
"You can suck on my tits while you jerk yourself off, if you want to."
Morgan waited for her grandson to act, but again he would not take any initiative. Her own fingers were working magic on her nipples, making them itch with delight, causing more pussy-juice to seep into her cunt. She had not really planned on fucking Lane, but her fingers were tantalizing her nipples, and the expression in Lane's eyes as he visually devoured her tits was really getting to her senses. If he wanted to fuck, she wouldn't stop him.
"Go ahead, darling, take your cock out. You don't need to be embarrassed in front of me. I won't judge harshly anything you do. I won't stop you from doing whatever you want."
Again Morgan waited for the boy to respond, and just as before, he just stood mute, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the blonde woman's incredible tits. Finally, her cunt almost dripping wet, her panties sticking uncomfortably to her pussy-lips, Morgan released her tits and reached for Lane's pants.
"If you won't do what you want, then maybe I can coax you along a little."
Morgan cupped the teenager's huge prick in her hand, fondling his bone-hard length of fuckmeat through his slacks.
"My God! You're hung like a horse!"
Morgan, her tits shaking from her chest as she worked hurriedly, opened her grandson's pants, pushing them down to the middle of his thighs. His prick--all ten thick, fiery inches of it---sprang out from his body as soon as it was freed, pointing straight at Morgan's stomach.
"I can't . . . can't help myself," Lane hissed through clenched teeth. "I've got to do this!"
Morgan was shocked and pleased with Lane's actions. He threw his face at her tits, grabbing the huge globes of creamy flesh, burying his face between them. Lane pushed her tits together, keeping his face in her cleavage. She threw her head back on her shoulders, shivering with pride and lust, feeling his tongue flicking against her breastbone. His fingers pressed firmly into her huge tits, almost painfully so, but Morgan was pleased that she could draw such a lusty, hungry reaction from the teenager.
"Ohhhhhh!" Morgan purred, sliding her hands around Lane's head, guiding his hot mouth to her own nubby right nipple.
When Morgan felt her grandson's lips surrounding her nipple, she moaned lustily. The tongue that whipped over her tingling nipple was spreading a fire throughout Morgan's body that was more powerful and spine-tingling than anything she'd known in a long, long time. To look down and see her own grandson's face as he nibbled and sucked hungrily on her nipple was almost as erotic as the touch of it was.
Sucking on her fiery nipple, Lane grabbed his cock and started whacking almost violently on it, running his large fist back and forth over its rigid length.
"Mmmmmm!" Lane moaned, jerking on his cock as he sucked as much of Morgan's huge tit into his mouth as he could fit.
As Lane sucked on her tits, Morgan glanced up and down the alley once again, making sure that nobody was watching them. It certainly wouldn't do for her to be seen allowing her grandson to suck on her tits while he jerked himself off. The only thing that kept Morgan from really going wild with lust was the possibility of getting caught by strangers.
"Hurry, Lane," Morgan whispered as the teenager pounded heatedly on his cock. She didn't want him to take his time. The sooner Lane shot his wad, the sooner they would be able to return home where he could fuck his prick into her pussy.
Suddenly Lane took his mouth off Morgan's tit. He stood up and looked her straight in the eyes.
"You do it for me," he said, his eyes pleading with her, begging her to do what he asked. He pushed his hips at her, the long column of his bone-hard cock almost stabbing Morgan. "Just jerk on it a little. I'm so horny now it won't take long."
The big-titted woman's first reaction was to do exactly as Lane asked. She would even have liked to drop to her knees and swallow all ten inches of his cock down her throat. Morgan loved taking cocks all the way into her mouth, and looking at Lane's cock, she knew it would be a struggle that would really excite her.
But then, just as her hands were about to go to his cock, she thought she should put up at least some resistance. For some reason, Morgan didn't want her grandson to realize how insatiably horny she was.
"I . . . I don't know if I should," she said, a flickering sensation of guilt creeping through her as she heard the lie in her tone. "Maybe this has gone too far already."
There was a seriousness in Lane eyes that shocked Morgan when he said quickly, "Please! You can't stop now!"
Morgan appeared to go back and forth emotionally before she finally nodded her head, sending her blonde curls bouncing around her face and her tits jiggling.
"Okay, but this has got to be quick," Morgan whispered, once again glancing up and down the dark, litter-strewn alley. "I shouldn't be doing this at all."
Morgan stepped close to her grandson, turning him so that he was hidden from the rear door of the video shop by her body. Should someone come out the door, they might not be able to see what she was doing to him.
She stared at her grandson's prick, amazed at how large it was. Even in the dim light of the alley, Morgan could see a blue vein throbbing hotly along the thick, turgid shaft of bis cock.
Her clit was tingling as she reached out with trembling fingers to touch his cock. Morgan's succulent, heavy tits jiggled from her chest, huge mounds of femininity that drew Lane's hands like a moth to the flame.
"I never dreamed your cock would be this large," the blonde woman whispered, reaching beneath the boy's prick to cuddle his balls while she stroked the shank of his long, unyielding prick.
"Ohhhhh!" Lane sighed, his hands attempting unsuccessfully to cover Morgan's massive tits.
He pressed his fingers deep into her golden tit-melons, feeling the heat, heft and firmness of Morgan's colossal tits. Sighing almost constantly, his hips worked in a circular motion as she brought her hand back and forth over his bone-hard fuck-shaft. His balls were already throbbing with tension, the cum simmering inside his huge nuts.
It was then that Morgan realized she had to fuck her own grandson. She couldn't let a cock as young, hard and beautiful as his slip away from her without feeling it driving into her hot, tight pussy. She needed to feel his lean, muscular, young body writhing above her, his chest crushing her tits to her chest as he reamed out her hot cunt with his cock, driving his magnificent prick into her pussy until he filled her with his youth and virility.
She needed to feel Lane driving his cock into her, to hear him gasping and moaning with passion as his balls exploded, flooding her pussy with salty, thick cum.
But that was for later.
Morgan jerked hard on Lane's cock, feeling it pulsating in her fist. The heat of his steelish cockshaft seeped through her palm, spreading throughout her body. Her mouth watered as she thought about kneeling in the alley, unmindful of the litter strewn about, and deep-throating the boy's meaty young cock.
"Ahhhhh!" Lane sighed, his hips quivering, his asscheeks taut with tension as he squeezed his fingers deeper into Morgan's succulent tits. He looked at her face, surprised at how youthful his grandmother appeared. Her wide, sensual, red-lipped mouth, he suspected, could give the most satisfying blow-jobs any teenager could ever hope for.
Morgan twisted her hand around the broad, throbbing shaft of Lane's prick. As she stroked it, she stared at his cockhead. It was large, conical, delicious-looking. The ridge that separated his cockhead from his cockshaft was particularly pronounced. Morgan could imagine what it would feel like, that rubbery ridge of flesh, sliding between her cuntlips, powered on by his steelish fuck-shaft, driving deep into her hot, juicy, hungry cunt.
Morgan watched her hand flashing back and forth over Lane's ten-inch prick. She squeezed his balls firmly, pleased that his egg-shaped nuts were as oversized as his prick. Her brilliantly polished, long fingernails were bright against his cock.
"Cum, my darling," she whispered as he mauled her tits, groping the huge milkers painfully hard as the tension built in his balls. "Cum, Lane! I want to watch you cum!"
A moment later Morgan gasped with pleasure when a thick, white jet of cum jetted out of Lane's piss-hole. His hot, sticky cum sailed through the air and splattered against Morgan's flat stomach.
A second eruption of cream quickly followed, and Morgan was surprised that it was even greater in volume than the first. This time, however, the cum hit her on the front of her white skirt, sticking to the fabric, staining it as she continued to whack feverishly on the teenager's erupting prick.
She pushed his balls up, rubbing them against Lane's body as they released their pungent load of cum.
"Cum!" Morgan urged, her hand flashing to and fro, her eyes wide with lust as she stared at the streams of cum gushing from Lane's piss-hole.
A river of white, thick cum flipped through the air, sailing upward from the way Morgan was pounding on her grandson's prick. The cum hit her on the stomach, almost striking the underside of her golden tits.
As he came, Lane gouged his fingers brutally into Morgan's tits, unintentionally hurting her as she gave him the hand-job. His face was a twisted mask of ecstasy as he watched his own cum hitting her skirt and stomach, spewing hotly out of his massively enlarged pricktip.
"Ohhhhhh!" Lane sighed as the last of his cum trickled out of his balls.
Morgan squeezed the boy's prick from his shaft toward his cockhead, working the last of his cum out. When she finally removed her hand from his cock, she had cum sticking between her fingers. She wiped the cum off onto her already cum-splattered whit skirt.
"Come on, let's go home," Morgan whispered, tucking her blouse into her skirt and beginning to button it, hiding her incredible tits. "I've got my car parked just around the corner."
Morgan's tits were hurting, her nipples aching from the brutal way that Lane had pinched and squeezed them while he came. But Morgan didn't care. The pain let her know that she had really gotten to the boy's senses, that she had turned him on so much he lost control of his own actions.
As she walked slowly toward her car, slipping her arm inside Lane's, a sultry smile curled up the corners of her mouth. She was already thinking about what it would be like to have him heaving above her, stabbing that bone-hard, magnificent prick of his to the hilt in her cunt.