Chapter 2
Maman fed me a good breakfast and served cafe royalle after. I felt a little funny, kind of edgy, sitting across the table from her and remembering what we had done last night, the crazy, fulfilling screwing we'd made.
She wore only her filmy robe, and every time she leaned over the table, I could see the delicious mounds of her breasts and the eager thrusting of those nipples I'd sucked. Before I'd finished the brandy-laced coffee, my breath was catching in my throat, and my cock was standing up tall and stiff against my belly.
Maman sensed my tenseness and gave a little enticing roll of her shapely hips as she walked over to put the dishes in the washer. When she turned, light came through the robe, outlining the marvelous long legs and drawing my concentrated attention to where they were joined, that enchanted spot where her magnificent pussy was.
"Ah," she breathed, tilting back her head and thrusting the points of her tits against the sheer material, "cher Johnny; so very young and eager. You make me feel young, too; when your eyes hold to me like that, I am a girl again."
I said, "I don't want you a girl; I want you just like you are."
She smiled and came around the table to me, taking my head and pressing it between the perfumed mounds of her breasts. "And already you are the courtier, saying exactly the right thing. Come, darling; come back into the bedroom, for any time is the right time for making love."
It was different in the daytime, and I sat taut upon the edge of the bed, watching her slide sensuously out of the dressing gown. Maman moved with more grace than a stripper, exposing her tits first, then letting the robe slip by degrees down her belly as she rotated her hips gently from side to side. The light played over the hills and valleys of her slim, sleek body, making her flawless skin glisten. My prick throbbed with anticipation, and I stared hungrily as the robe dropped from her hips and showed me the wonderful fluffiness of her cunt hairs.
Now I saw that they were indeed the same color as the curls on her head, silvery and gleaming, but even more tightly ringletted, drawing my eyes like a thousand intriguing magnets. They were a lush and beckoning forest that shaped the pouting hill of her pussy, snugged to enticingly between those polished thighs.
I reached for her, and she slid close, pressing her tits into my face, murmuring endearments and stroking my head. Her skin was sweet and warm, tasting of gardenias and of sultry promises. Taking her breasts in both hands then, she rubbed their nipples teasingly up and down my cheeks.
"Lie back on the bed, cherie; let maman help you off with that robe-ah, there! How strong and beautiful your young prick is, my darling, how thick and long. Ah, thousands of women the world over envy me this lovely cock."
I was trembling all over, my balls swollen with a new load of semen, my excitement even more powerful now, since I knew what the inside of her cunt was like, the thrills it could give me. Man, how I wanted to drive my hard cock into its yielding softness again.
She climbed gracefully over my body and lay down be side me, and in the passing, I caught a glimpse of her pussy lips, coyly peeping from deep within their guardian hairs, pink and swollen. Immediately, I rolled on top of her, my hands catching hold of those slim hips, anxious to bury my aching meat into her hot body.
"Gently," Maman whispered. "There is much time, darling. Kiss me first, my mouth, my throat."
My cock vibrating against her belly, I kissed her, knowing the hot lancing of her tongue within my mouth, and the clashing of her teeth. I nipped lightly at her throat, and she urged my head on down to her tits. Loving them, adoring their resiliency and exotic shapings, I licked over them, drew the hard nipples one by one into my mouth, and sucked in rapture.
All the while, her fingertips were fluttering over my back like warm butterflies, drifting along my spine and over the tensed cheeks of my ass. When I lifted my head and urged a knee between her legs, she murmured, "Non, Johnny; not yet, my young lover. Kiss your maman's belly; draw your tongue over my skin."
Obeying gladly, I moved down her rib cage, licking and tasting her flesh, taking little folds of her skin between my teeth and enjoying how that made her squirm. When I reached her belly, it was shivering and rolling, and she was beginning to rock her hips from side to side in that eager motion I was getting to know well.
My chin brushed against the very edge of her pubic hair, and maman shuddered. "Into the joining of the hips, cher," she panted. "Use your tongue there, press it deeply."
Quaking with a new kind of excitement, I did as she told me, reveling in my capacity to thrill this beautiful, experienced woman. She was teaching me, guiding me along the mysterious byways of love, and I dug it, anxious to learn all there was to know.
"Go on, love," she gasped. "Lick on down into my pussy hairs, and find the labia with your tongue-the cunt lips, Johnny."
Man, I didn't even hesitate. Maybe the kids said this was dirty and freakish, but I didn't give a damn what anybody else thought at that moment. I could smell a sexy kind of musk rising from maman's cunt, a heady incense that turned me on even more. Rubbing my cheek against the marvelous softness of those curly, springy hairs, I trailed my tongue across them, too. They tasted great, like little tickling fires.
Pulsing, warm and steamy, the cunt lips were waiting for me, and I used my hands to spread maman's beautiful thighs wide, opening her crotch for me, puckering up those gorgeous pink lips. Licking down over them, I knew the flavor of her pussy, the compelling and spicy syrup of that magic cunt, and felt along their trembling length.
"My love, my young lover!" maman cried out. "Oh, darling-reach on inside; feel inside your maman's aching cunt."
I slipped in my tongue, drove in between the amazingly soft and clinging lips of her wet pussy. My teeth pressed down upon them, and I felt around inside the satiny, hot walls, probing and stroking.
"That's it," she moaned. "Lick my pussy, lover; devour my hot cunt, darling-eat me, eat me!"
I did just that, sucking her cunt lips into my mouth and chewing upon them, laping like a puppy dog with my busy tongue, drawing her labia deeply into my mouth and wishing I could bury my entire head into that flaming pussy. Groaning and siphoning, I ate my grandmother's delicious cunt, pressing deeply into the hairs that curled into my cheeks, burying my nose against her mound, and my chin into the crack of her grinding ass.
She was rotating her pelvis, rolling and bucking it gently against my face, and her thighs slowly closed around my head as her hands came down to tangle their fingers in my hair.
"Cher, cher! Feel' up higher-higher yet-find the hood, the little nub beneath it. Push in, darling, in! Ahhh-yes, yes, yes! That's my clit, Johnny-that's where a woman feels the most. Lick my clit, sweet boy; suck on it for your maman."
I teased the little growth and felt it quiver madly against my searching tongue. Pulling it tenderly in, sucking upon it, I played the darling thing against my teeth, and maman freaked out. Her pelvis heaved insanely against my face, and she pushed my head down into the sizzling depths of her flexing cunt.
"Oh-oh, you sweet little bastard! You darling little cunt eater! Ahh-oh, oh-magnifique! I'm coming, coming--now! Now!"
Eyes closed, gasping into the savory tunnel of her grinding pussy, I ate maman's exquisite cunt as she came, knowing the terrific feel of her thrusts against my mouth as she wildly fucked my face.
I just lay there with both cheeks of that crazy ass cupped in my hands, with her pussy juices warm and sticky upon my cheeks and chin, digging the ecstasy I had been able to give her. It was another step, another direction in my instruction, and I could not have found a better teacher. I know now that my grandmother is one of the hottest pieces of ass in existence, that she digs sex in just about any form, and that she has an intricate knowledge of all the finer points of fucking.
She had been without a cock for five years then, withdrawing deeper into herself after my grandfather died, and maybe, if I hadn't been shipped to her for awhile as unwanted merchandise, she might have withered, all that fine, hot pussy going to waste. That would have been a damned shame.
"Johnny," she purred, loosening her thighs from around my head, "oh you sweet, adorable boy. That's the first oral sex I've had in much too long a time. Beautiful, wonderful-and I thank you for it."
I lifted my smeared face, licking the sweet liquid from my lips and smiling at her. "Thank you, maman. That's really wild."
"Lie down, dear boy," she said, those hot eyes feasting upon my aching prick as I moved over, "and your maman will thank you better. To think-such a gorgeous cock, and it's all mine; it has been in no other cunt yet, but it will, it will. And no little girl has ever taken that shining head between her lips, Ziein?"
"N-no," I answered, understanding what she had in mind now. A new series of trembling raced through my tensed body, and my heart raced. Was she actually going to go down on me?
She straddled my body, her eyes holding mine, and the hot, sexy lights moving in their liquid depths. "You'll love this, Johnny-and I will love doing it for you."
She lay down on top of me, her nipples burning into my chest, and her mouth was warmly mobile, her tongue flicking my lips before slipping between them. Our breaths mixed, and our tongues were alive, caressing and fondling. Reluctantly, she drew away, passing her hands down over my chest, raking her fingernails lightly across my ribs. I felt her body slide down mine, her tits touching my upper belly as maman tickled my chest with her tongue.
Gasping, I writhed as she suddenly pulled one of my nipples between her teeth and sucked it. My back arched and I caught her head between my hands, but she merely moved lower, drawing that hot, slippery tongue down my breast bone. Maman nipped the skin of my belly, and her hands were warm on my hips, stroking and teasing.
Eyes closed, I lay back and tried to relax, but every nerve in my body was crying out, and my stiff prick was throbbing as if it were going to split down the middle, or at least blow its head clean off. Her curly hair tingled against my skin, and her breath raised goose bumps. Then she was toying with my balls, hefting them in her hand, her fingers playing delicately and knowingly around the base of my shaft.
"Gorgeous," she murmured, "the root is thick and strong, your balls heavy and full, my dear. I'm tracing the swollen veins now, drawing my fingers up along them, following them as they feed up into that marvelous, huge head."
My cock twitched and I was afraid it was going to spurt its load right then and there. But I held back as best I could, and she damned near set it off again when she leaned down and squeezed her round tits around my rod, working them slowly up and down.
"M-maman," I begged. "Please-I can't-"
"Of course, you can," she said, and blew her warm breath upon the expanded head of my prick. "It's going to get better, Johnny-much, much better."
She kissed it then, her lips very soft and gentle, her fingers wrapped around the shaft. I flinched and my asshole snapped up tight. When she began to lick all around the puffy head, hot waves washed over me, and I gritted my teeth. Maman felt all under the rod, tickled the little dangle of skin just below the point, and moved tantalizingly up to hover at the tip. As I caught my breath and stared down to watch it, maman opened her lips and dipped her face.
Her hot lips closed over the aching head of my hard cock, and her tongue delved into the slit, pushing down, letting up, working over and under and around. One of her hands held my balls, and the other one moved up and down the shaft as she started to suck, drawing my cockhead up along the silken roof of her mouth. I felt her teeth rake tenderly over the skin, and she kept pulling, pulling, letting up only to race that educated tongue around the head.
"Mmmm," she moaned, and my hands felt blindly down to hold her head. In reflex, I began to feed the meat to her mouth, pumping my cock gently back and forth, and the tip was touching her throat. I was fucking maman's mouth, screwing her suctioning mouth, and the sensation was like nothing I'd ever know before.
Gulping and pulling, she ate me up, loving my cockhead with her lips and tongue, building up a steady suction, a slippery rhythm that was terrific, crazy. Clenching my fingers into her curly hair, I kept stroking my prick into that blazing mouth, nudging the back of her throat, knowing the feel of her cheeks as they dipped in and out.
"Uhh!" I grunted. 'Maman-I-it's coming, and I can't hold it back. Oh maman-I'm going to shoot off right in your mouth!"
She moaned around my prick, never slowing up, pumping her hand quicker up and down the shaft, her tongue running wild and hot over the cockhead, and I just had to let it go. Lifting up to my elbows, staring down at the way her face moved, at how her lips were wrapped so hungrily around my prick, I gave a final hunch and released the pent-up load.
It gushed hotly into her mouth, spattering back into the opening of her throat, a rich and heavy flooding of come that drowned her tongue and bathed her teeth. Maman continued to suck blissfully, squeezing hard upon my prick, drawing forth every thick drop of juice, swallowing the fountain of semen and pulling avidly for more. I gave her spurt after spurt, the wild sensations exploding in my balls, my back arching and my teeth locked.
But the supply had to run out, and when it did, I let go of my grandmother's head and fell back limply upon the pillow, my chest heaving and spots dancing before my eyes. Oh wow! That was the biggest load I had ever thrown, and she'd drained it all.
I lay there with my head spinning, in a special kind of warmth that flooded my being. Maman kept her head down there between my legs, nuzzling my still hard prick, licking over the head and shaft, then pulling my balls into her mouth. That woman really worshipped a cock, and adored semen. Later in our fucking career, I was to watch her dip her fingers in slicky come and rub them over her nipples, rub them over her lips and offer them to me for kissing.
Now, I never dug homo between guys, although I have a kind of different outlook upon it for chicks, but tasting my own semen on maman's tongue gave me a weird thrill, and I never backed off from that.
That perfect morning, she slowly kissed her way back up my limp body, sliding over me all warm and wiggly, until she lay with one leg over me, and her cheeks next to mine.
"Johnny," she murmured, "you are truly a jantastique lover. You and I, we will fuck very much, each giving to the other all that we have. You are so young and strong, so hungry for the love a woman can give, and this glorious big prick-oh, cherie, I love you so!"
Stroking the velvet skin of her back, I said, "I love you, maman-all of you: these beautiful tits, the way your smooth ass wiggles, and most of all, your gorgeous pussy."
She found my prick with her hand, and guided the swollen head to the wet hairs of her cunt, setting the tip into the rubbery lips and giving a series of hunches that fed it up inside her ready snatch. Slowly, tenderly, we lay there screwing.