Chapter 6
Morgan closed the door to the guest bedroom, fighting to keep the smile from her face. She had lured Lane back home, and the price she paid--letting him feel her up as he gave himself a hand-job--was something she would gladly pay again.
Looking down, she studied the cum stains on her skirt. The dried white spots pleased her, and the memory of what it had been like to watch the young stud's cum jetting out of his cockhead flooded back to Morgan, making her shiver from head to foot.
"Not bad for an old broad," Morgan murmured quietly as she unfastened her skirt and let it slip around her ankles.
She stood in front of a full-length mirror, studying her body. Slowly, her fingers trembling a little, she unbuttoned her blouse to expose her huge, billowing tits.
The curly blonde put her hands over her tits, touching her succulent tit-mounds lightly, looking at herself in the mirror.
"My hands can't cover up much of them, can they?" she mumbled happily to herself. "No, I'm not in bad shape at all--for an old broad."
She was just about to take her suitcase out from under the bed when there was a knock at the door. Instinctively Morgan cupped her tits to hide them. Then, a devilish, lusty smile playing with her wide, sensual, red-lipped mouth, and she removed her hands from her tits.
Morgan got down on her hands and knees near the bed, making it appear as though she was going for her suitcase.
"Yes?" she asked, her ass toward the door, her succulent tits hanging down, full and heavy, nearly touching her silk-encased thighs.
Morgan waited for the door to open. When she heard the startled gasp, she knew it wasn't Lane who had stepped into her bedroom. Lane was already aware of how lusty she was, so he wouldn't have been so surprised to see her.
"Oh . . . ah . . . should I come back later?"
Morgan recognized Phillip's voice. She grabbed her suitecase and tugged it out from beneath the bed, trying to appear calm while her heart hammered in her chest.
"That's not necessary," Morgan said, dumping the suitcase on the bed, very aware of the way her tits swelled out from her body, jiggling and shaking. "After all, I'm your grandmother and you're my grandson. There's no need for us to be embarrassed."
Morgan opened her suitcase and started rummaging aimlessly through it, giving Phillip a good look at her ass. Her bikini panties hugged the contours of her asscheeks tightly, showing off her curves. The pink blouse Morgan had on flopped at the sides of her incredible tits, not hiding much of them from Phillip.
After she had gone through her suitcase as long as she possibly could without making Phillip suspicious that she was actually just exposing her body to him, she turned and let him look at her from the front.
"I spilled something on my skirt," Morgan explained. "I was just looking to put something else on."
Phillip couldn't believe his eyes. Morgan, his grandmother, had the most beautiful set of tits he had ever laid his eyes on. They were fucking huge! Big, creamy, milk melons of tit-flesh that swelled out away from her body.
The boy's cock was throbbing madly inside his pants. Even thogh he had shot his wad into his mother's pussy only an hour earlier, he could feel his balls beginning to tingle and itch with the need to release yet another hot, spurting load of cum.
When Morgan allowed her eyes to scan down Phillip's body, she saw a thick line of semi-hard cock growing down the leg of the boy's pants. She battled with herself to keep from smiling.
He's horny for me too! she thought joyously.
"Did you want something?" Morgan asked, walking slowly closer to Phillip. Her tits jiggling with each step she took. "Why did you come here?"
"I ... ah ... I don't remember," Phillip . replied, blushing crimson.
Morgan moved close enough so that she was within arm's reach of Phillip. Though she only stood five-foot-three, her stiletto-heeled shoes put her almost at eye-level to him.
"Perhaps you came here ... to cum," she whispered, her tone hoarse with the lust that was singing in her veins. "Is that it, Phillip? Is that what you've been trying to tell me but can't?"
Though it wasn't the truth, though he had actually just gone to see his grandmother to talk with her and calm his nerves (he was still a little mixed up after actually being asked to fuck his own mother), Phillip nodded his head.
Morgan's eyes became dazzling as she looked up into Phillip's face. Her nipples grew hard before his eyes.
"What do you want?" Morgan asked. "How do you want to cum?"
She had hoped that Phillip would want to fuck her. Morgan had lacked the courage to ask Lane to fuck her, and now her cunt was hot and juicy and aching with the need to be stuffed with a bone-hard prick. But Phillip had already fucked one pussy, his mother's, and he was interested in getting something a little different the second time around that night.
"Suck . . . suck me off," Phillip said, his tone a croaking whisper that he couldn't recognize as his own voice.
Though Morgan was a little disappointed with Phillip's request, she was more than willing to give him what he wanted. Through the years she had developed what she thought was a superb style of giving blow-jobs, and she took the greatest joy in watching a man go right out of his mind with pleasure when she deep-throated his prick, sucking every last inch of his cock down her throat.
"Whatever you want," Morgan purred, her long, painted fingernails scratching Phillip's chest through his shirt. "I'm here to please you. So are Monique and Karla."
Phillip wanted to ask what she meant, but he couldn't make his voice work. He looked into Morgan's light-brown eyes, then down at her monumental tits. He thought briefly of his sister, and whether or not he could fuck her. Then he was incapable of thinking of anything but Morgan, and how beautiful she was, how voluptuous her body was.
He sighed softly, balling his hands into fists at his sides, as Morgan--her eyes locked onto his--slipped slowly to her knees in front of him.
"This is all for me?" Morgan giggled, fondling her grandson's cock and balls through his pants.
She worked quickly and efficiently, opening the teenager's pants and freeing his big, hard prick. Morgan wrapped her hand around the sagging shaft of his prick and kissed his cock-head. His cock sprang mightily in her fist, stretching to its full length, getting as hard as it possibly could.
Morgan inhaled, wanting to smell the masculine musk of the boy's scent. She was surprised to catch the aroma of pussy-juice on Phillip's cock.
Who has he fucked? she wondered.
The thought tantalized Morgan as she continued to kiss Phillip's cockhead. What was most pleasing of all was that Phillip had gotten horny again from looking at her. Now more than ever, Morgan was determined to give her grandson the hottest, sexiest, most satisfying and cum-draining blow-job of his life.
She stroked her right hand back and forth over the shank of Phillip's prick, feeling it throbbing against her palm. Between her thighs, her knees nearly touching each other, Morgan could feel her clit buzzing with tension. Her panties were sticking to the moist, hot lips of her pussy.
When am I going to get fucked? wondered the beautiful blonde woman as she kissed her grandson's spongy, fat, throbbing cockhead.
Morgan turned her full attention to giving the blow-job, trying to forget all about how much she needed to feel a cock invading her body, stretching her pink cuntlips, filling the tight, juicy sheath of her pussy.
She licked around Phillip's cockhead, tasting pussy-juice on his fuckmeat, wondering whose girl-cum she was licking off. When she had Phillip's pricktip moist with her saliva, Morgan moaned passionately, closed her black-lashed eyes, and pushed her lips over the crown of his cock.
"Mmmmm!" the big-titted woman moaned, lightening the embrace of her lips around the shaft of Phillip's cock.
Looking down, Phillip groaned softly with pleasure at what he saw. The shaft of his prick was throbbing hotly. His eyes scanned from the bush of hair above his prick, following the shank of his cock, until he saw Morgan's ruby red upper lip. He watched her lip move, unable to see her lower lip, as she nibbled succulently on the engorged shaft of his prick.
Below his cock, on either side of his turgid fuckshaft, Phillip saw Morgan's tits. Her nipples were hard and distended. Focusing his gaze even lower, he saw his grandmother's pink stockings, and noticed for the first time that they matched the color of the blouse she had on.
"Mmmmmmft!" Morgan slurped, gliding her tongue down the shaft of Phillip's prick, shivering on her knees, sitting on the backs of her heels as she filled her mouth with his meaty manly prick.
Morgan was salivating freely from the taste of her grandson's magnificent prick. She nibbled with her lips, working on his shaft and cockhead, wanting to please the boy in every possible way that she could. As she sucked his prick between her lips until his cockhead was at the back of her mouth, she rolled his balls in her palm softly.
"Mmmmmm!" Morgan moaned, swirling her tongue around the underside of Phillip's red-hot pricktip.
Sucking his cock into her mouth until Phillip's cockhead was against the opening of her throat, Morgan slipped her left hand between her thighs. She slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, scratching her long, red, manicured fingernails through her small, sparse cunt-bush.
"Ohhhhl That's soooo sexy!" Phillip sighed, watching Morgan pivot her face around the end of his prick, keeping his cockhead against her tonsils as she squirmed on her knees before him.
Morgan touched her clit with her fingertip and her voluptuous body jerked at the contact. Bubbles of saliva formed at the corners of the blonde's gaping mouth as she sucked passionately on Phillip's young prick. As she sucked, she also slipped one finger between her pink, juicy cuntlips, needing some attention given there even if she wasn't going to get her pussy filled with Phillip's red-hot cock.
Jerking her face over Phillip's prick, Morgan's hair, which came down several inches below her shoulders in curly blonde waves, flicked back and forth over her shoulders. Her huge tits slipped together, her nipples standing out proudly.
Morgan relaxed the muscles in her throat, breathing through her nose. She could feel Phillip's pricktip flexing and vibrating against her tonsils.
"Take it deeper," Phillip instructed, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched the curvaceous blonde woman kneading the shaft of his prick with her soft, moist, red lips.
Morgan tilted her head back, her lips pulling outward but remaining firmly wrapped around the teenager's rigid fuckshaft. She looked up into his face, smiling. She swirled her tongue against the clefted underside of his cock, then worked it down his throbbing fuckrod.
Turning her attention back to the cock that throbbed between her lips, Morgan mentally prepared herself. Inhaling deeply, swelling her monumental tits out even more, she nibbled on his fiery cock and reached around Phillip's body to cup his taut asscheeks in her hands.
Slowly, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch, Morgan worked her way down the long, flexing column of cockmeat that stood out from Phillip's crotch.
His cockhead pushed furiously against Morgan's tonsils, nearly too large for her to swallow. She pushed harder and then his prick-tip burst into her throat, swelling her neck out visibly.
A sensual purr of ecstasy came from deep within Morgan's throat as his cock pushed deeper into her mouth. She shivered, one finger pushed between her tight, tingling cuntlips as his cockhead pulsated in her neck.
"Awwwwww!" Phillip groaned as his prick pushed down Morgan's throat.
As she deep-throated the teenager's nine inches of cock, Morgan continued nibbling on his cockshaft with her lips. Her beautiful, large brown eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she concentrated on suppressing her natural urge to choke on his invading, throat-stretching prick.
The big-titted woman didn't stop until her red, nibbling lips were surrounding the root of Phillip's cock. She felt his hairy nut sac nudging her chin, tickling her. Morgan held all of Phillip's prick in her mouth, letting the muscles in her throat squeeze it lustily, finger-fucking her cunt faster as the excitement of the situation flooded her senses.
"Awwwww! Ohhhhhh! That's so sexy!" Phillip whispered, watching Morgan's lips trailing over the shaft of his prick, working slowly back up toward his fiery, spongy cockhead.
Morgan withdrew his cock from her throat just as slowly as she had swallowed it, nibbling on his fuckshaft, using her lips and tongue to entice the cum from her grandson's balls. Holding just the tip of his cockhead between her lips, Morgan flicked her tongue against Phillip's piss-hole and tasted the first drop of pre-cum she had elicited from him. The tangy, pungent taste of Phillip's pre-cum made Morgan shiver on her knees. "Mmmmmmm!" she moaned lustfully. Her panties were biting into the flesh of her full hips as Morgan finger-fucked herself. Pushing her lips over the rim of Phillip's pricktip, she withdrew her finger from her pussy. Raising up slightly, putting more weight on her knees so that she no longer sat on the backs of her heels, Morgan worked her panties down past the curve of her hips, pushing the bikinis down around her thighs, level with the tops of her pink silk stockings. She shoved a finger into her cunt at the same time she started inhaling Phillip's burning, fiery prick for the second time.
"All of it!" Phillip hissed through clenched teeth.
The muscle in his jaw twitched. Between his powerful thighs, his balls were itching with the building pressure of his sizzling hot cum.
Morgan took his pricktip into her throat. She opened her jaws as wide as possible, her lips losing touch with the shaft of her grandson's prick. His cockhead reamed out her throat, causing the beautiful blonde woman's neck to bulge out with its incredible girth.
"Awwwww! Ohhhhh! Damn it! Damn it!"
Morgan shoved two fingers into her cunt, spreading her tight, wet pussylips further apart as her lips surrounded the base of Phillip's prick. Deep-throating him while she fingered her seething cunt, she felt his cockhead vibrate deep in her neck.
Morgan did not taste the pungent blasts of cum that exploded out of Phillip's balls and squirted from his cockhead, spitting into her stomach. She did not taste them because when Phillip came, he hooked both hands behind her head and forced her to keep the entire burning length of his prick in her throat.
"Ug! Awwwww! Cummming!" Phillip groaned, his balls leaping about between his thighs as he forced Morgan's nose to mash hard into his curly cockhair.
Morgan did not mind the teenager's exuberance, even if it was uncomfortable to have his cock stuffing her throat for so long, and her nose was hurting because it was mashed against his body. She didn't mind because Morgan knew that she was the one responsible for Phillip behaving so brutally, Phillip's uncontrolled ecstasy was a result of her expert blow-job. Having the horny teenage stud reacting so powerfully to what she'd done only reaffirmed Morgan's sense of pride and personal satisfaction in knowing that she gave magnificent, cock-hardening, cum-exploding blow-jobs.
"Ohhhhh!" Phillip groaned wearily as the last of his salty cum" trickled out of his piss-hole, oozing into Morgan's clutching throat.
When Morgan had recovered slightly, she rubbed her grandson's cock over her lips, looking up at him with a smile across her face.
"You'd better go, dear boy," she whispered, her lips touching his cockhead as she spoke.
"But don't worry, you can have me again another time. I'm here for you, Phillip, and I want you to know that. I'm here for your pleasure."
Phillip nodded his head, tucking his cock back into his pants and hitching them up. He stumbled out of the guest bedroom with weak, trembling legs, wondering what tomorrow would bring. For now all he wanted to do was sleep and give his empty balls a chance to recover.