I lived with my daughter and her husband, and their son, Raymond. Raymond was a quiet guy, keeping mostly to himself. Harold, my son-in-law, was out of town on business most of the time, usually leaving for weeks at a time, calling to speak with Darlene, my daughter, late at night.
Raymond stayed pretty much in his room, or out at the pool. He had his own personal staircase that led from an upstairs patio adjoining his room down to the pool area. There was a gate, which he kept locked most of the time, that led up to his personal little patio.
I helped a lot around the house, cleaning and cooking. I figured with both of them working such long hours, and with me just being there at the house, I may as well make myself useful, and sort of paid my room and board by being a house keeper and a cook.
I seldom cleaned Raymond's room, though, because he kept it locked. I don't know why he wanted to keep it locked like that, but he did. One day, as I was vacuuming the hall beside his door, I tried to open it, to see if I could vacuum in there. The door opened easily, and I turned off the vacuum cleaner and knocked gently on the door.
There was no answer, so I stepped into the room. The room was astonishingly clean, and I noticed that the patio door was open, a gentle breeze barely ruffling the drapes that hung across the length of the door. I figured that Raymond must be out on the patio, or had just stepped down the stairs.
I walked to the drapes and opened them in the middle, pulling them aside slowly, just a little. Out on the patio, laying on a chaise, was Raymond. He was totally naked. I could almost feel my heart stop and start again. He had an erection, his hand moving up and down on it slowly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing at first. The sight of it really thrilled me, and I found it
difficult to pull myself away from the free show I was getting. He was facing me, and I could see his balls move up and down slowly and gently with every stroke, alternately covering and then uncovering his ass hole.
It had been quite a while since I had sex of any kind. My husband had died some years ago, and I was never really interested in sex until after he had passed away. It seemed to me that then, as I grew older, I wanted sex more and more, but just couldn't bring myself to go on dates and let some old fuddy-duddy fondle me and tell me how great he was in bed.
Raymond hadn't seen me. I had parted the drapes only slightly, and he was less than four feet away. I reached under my skirt and pulled the hem of my panties aside, and ran my finger along one edge of my pussy lips. I looked at his cock, at the red head as his fingers moved up to it and ran across it slowly. He had light brown pubic hair, a little tuft of it right at his pubic triangle. There were a few hairs peppering his fat, fleshy balls, and there was a little curl of hair swirled
around his ass hole.
Suddenly, he looked in my direction. I thought he couldn't see me, but it was obvious that he did. He jumped up and looked around, trying to find his shorts. He didn't have any. I supposed that he had gone outside naked. He jumped up and came toward me, stepping through the drapes and walking over to his bed.
He threw the bedclothes over himself and looked at me. I walked over to him and tugged at the bedclothes, uncovering his cock again. I reached down and touched it.
"Ah," he said. "I thought you were pissed or something."
"I'm not mad. I wasn't peeking on you. I saw you, and it really turned me on. I didn't mean to peek on you, though." I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and stroked upward, covering the red head of it with my thumb.
"Do you like that?" I asked.
He nodded. His hand darted out and pressed against my tits through my blouse. With shaking hands, he unbuttoned my blouse as I continued to stroke him. I ran my little finger across his balls with each downstroke, and ran my thumb across the head of his dick with every upstroke.
I helped him take off my bra, and then I stepped out of my skirt. He watched wide-eyed as I pulled my panties down.
"Grandma, you got a nice body," he said.
"Thank you. Yours is pretty great-looking to me," I said. I felt slightly strange. I was about 35 years older than this young man, yet, I found myself really, really wanting to take his cock in my mouth and feel it jerk as it shot loads of cum into me.
I climbed onto the bed with him, and I pulled him over on top of me. His mouth went to my tits immediately. I felt his tongue and lips on my nipples, and his hard cock pressing against my pussy. He thrust his hips forward, rubbing his dick across my pussy lips. I nearly came with the sensation of it. I pulled away, and moved around, to where his cock was in my face, and my pussy close to his mouth. I took his cock and guided it toward my mouth, licking the purple head of it, then slowly, carefully licking downward, all the way to his balls.
Then, I began sucking his cock in earnest, holding his balls with one hand, holding and guiding his hard dick as I slid it into my mouth with the other. I sucked, hard, trying to take it all into my mouth, to the back of my throat. Then, I felt his tongue on my pussy, and I came, just like that. I sucked his cock all the way down, till I could feel his balls pressing against my chin. Suddenly, his legs stiffened, and he was cumming, his cock jerking in my mouth, filling the back of my
throat with loads of hot cum. I loved it, loved the sensation of his jerking cock in my mouth.
I swallowed it all, and we both relaxed, neither of us moving for a while. Then, I sat up and looked at him.
"Well, you wanna sunbathe with me from now on?"
I nodded. "No telling what might come up!" I said.
--- Marsha R., Santa Clara, CA
