She makes me dinner, and then I keep her company 'till about nine or ten o'clock, when I get the bus home. Now, this went on quite innocently until one Tuesday evening about four months ago. We had had something to eat, and I was watching TV, whilst Grandma read a book in her favourite easy chair.

All of a sudden, without any notice, the pearl necklace that she was wearing broke, scattering all the tiny cream pearls about the carpet and chair. Grandma went to get up and gather them, until I told her to stay seated and leave it to me; the less movement she made, the easier it would be to find them all.

I had soon collected all those that had been on the floor, whilst Grandma picked up those around her. As I handed the pile to her, Grandma told me she could feel some of them underneath her. I knelt down next to her feet, and began to tentatively feel around where she was sitting.

Just as I felt one of the little buggers, it fell free of my grasp. In my frantic effort to retrieve it, I let my right hand fall to rest high up on Grandma's lap. That's when I felt it. That's when my whole life changed forever.

Resting beneath my hand, and beneath Grandma's heavy, knee length, check tweed skirt, was the unmistakable form of a garter belt strap. Now, I don't know about you, but I associate garter belts with stockings. And I associate stockings with sex. And women who wear stockings are sexy. That was a feeling I can honestly say I had never had about Grandma Grandma loves anal sex. Until that moment, that is.

Let me describe Grandma to you. I know she is 55 years old, because Grandma loves anal sex whole family held a big party for her five years ago. She has short, blonde hair fashioned in a kind Grandma loves anal sex bob. Her face is round, and she has bright blue eyes and full lips. Although I've never seen them, I can tell that she has enormous jugs. And, even though she is a bit big around the waist and hips, she doesn't look fat because she is quite tall for a woman.

I've also never seen above her knees, but now that I knew she wore stockings, I was determined to change that. I spent the rest of that night Grandma loves anal sex an embarrassing hard on, trying to get surreptitious glimpses up her skirt, but to no avail.

But every time I called round from that night onwards, I did my utmost to get a look or a feel. I fantasised about being seduced by my Grandma. I dreamt about stripping her to her lingerie and fucking her senseless. These thoughts took up my whole day. When I visited, I made sure I always got into a position that would allow me to touch her hips and feel the magic underwear that held up her hosiery.

But then, one night last November, I went too far. It was a warm evening, summer in my part of the world, and I thought Grandma looked very attractive in a sleeveless blue, dress. Looking at her more closely these days, I observed that her arms were in no way flabby, the way some old peoples' arms go. I wanted to touch them. Then, unbelievably, my chance came. We had been talking about Grandad for some time, when grandma surprised me and said that she missed him not only for the way he made her laugh, but in the way he made her feel like a woman.

As she got up from her chair and went into the kitchen, she said that she was Grandma loves anal sex thinking of going to a singles bar to meet some 'gentlemen'. I immediately got up and followed her.

I felt that she was giving me the 'come on'. Maybe she had sensed, particularly with the amount of 'accidental' touching up I had been giving her, that I wanted her. When I entered the kitchen, Grandma was standing with her back to me wiping some cups. She continued to talk about how Grandad was still a virile man right up to his death, and Girls peeing pants on accident she missed the physical side to her marriage.

She was really giving me the green light, I thought. So, I plucked up courage and stood right behind her and grasped her bare arms. As I told Grandma that singles bars could be dangerous Grandma loves anal sex, and who knows what she might catch, I allowed my hands to caress her soft, warm skin.

Grandma laughed gently, and thanked me for my concern, but that her mind was made up. I could hold back no longer. Roughly, I turned Grandma around to face me, and pushed her back against the wall. Holding her upper arms tightly in my hands, I heard myself tell her that I could look after her and service all her needs. Grandma loves anal sex initial smile faded, as I moved in closer and the bulge in my trousers stuck into her waist.

When she looked down and saw how aroused her grandson was, her face turned ashen. I bent my head down to kiss her. No', Grandma continued as I increased my effort to take her. It was the slap across my face that brought me to my senses, and I let go of her arms, watching the redness fade from where I had gripped them 'I think you'd better leave. I could make up excuses for not going around for the next few weeks by telling Mum I had too much homework.

I spent the next few days shitting myself in case Grandma phoned Mum Grandma loves anal sex tell her that I had tried to seduce her. My heart sank when I got in from school the following Thursday, to be told by Mum that Grandma had been on the phone a little earlier.

I was very defensive as I tried to figure Mum's expression to see if it told me anything. I felt my insides turn upside down as I asked what she meant. I knew what the answer was going to be. I was so relieved that I just nodded my head. Mum laughed and said: 'I'm going to surprise her by coming along with Grandma loves anal sex. When we arrived in her street, I could see immediately that, as usual, there was no parking space nearby.

Mum double parked outside Grandma's house and told me to nip in whilst she parked the car. I walked up the path to the front door as Mum sped off to find a space. As I knocked at the door, my belly was full of butterflies. What would Grandma say? Before I had time to worry, the door began to slowly open. What I saw nearly made me Grandma loves anal sex I had come to the wrong house.

But no, it was definitely Grandma ushering me inside. It was just a Grandma that I didn't recognise. She had on full make-up, and her hair was glossy and smelled of shampoo. As I looked further down, I noticed she was wearing a tight white blouse, Grandma loves anal sex the buttons undone enough to reveal her ample cleavage. She wore this with a belt around her waist, and Grandma loves anal sex of a short, black skirt. Grandma loves anal sex glanced down her nylon covered legs Grandma loves anal sex see that she had on a pair of black suede high heels.

My jaw had Grandma loves anal sex open as she told me to go through to the living room, and began to close the front door. It was at that moment that I recovered my senses and told Grandma that Mum was just parking the car and would be here shortly. The colour visibly drained from Grandma's face. She hurried me inside and frantically went back into the hallway.

I heard a few thuds and bumps as I sat down on the couch, out of sight of the front door. Two minutes later I heard Grandma greeting Mum, and telling her to go through to Grandma loves anal sex living room. Mum came in smiling, and walking immediately behind her was Grandma. But she was no longer wearing the outfit that had greeted me at the front door. Now she had on a big sweater, a long, baggy, wrap around skirt, and house slippers.

Mum came and sat next to me on the couch, whilst grandma took a seat in her favourite chair. The two of them chatted for about half an hour, whilst I tried to pretend I wasn't there Grandma loves anal sex being as quiet as a mouse.

Halfway through a conversation about gardens, Grandma suddenly interrupted Mum mid sentence, and turned to me. I entered Grandma's room, and my eyes were diverted to what was on her bed.

Laid out neatly on the bedspread was a red baby doll nightie Grandma loves anal sex matching thongs. I could see that the top had two very thin shoulder straps, and tied in a bow under the bosom, whilst the panties were sheer and skimpy. With my eyes still partly looking at them, I let my hand wander out to the bedside table.

Carelessly, I knocked something Grandma loves anal sex the floor, and it fell with a loud thud. I came to my senses and bent down to see what damage I'd done. I couldn't believe my eyes. There on the carpet, Grandma loves anal sex a king size, rubber cock, complete with large bell end and convincing veins. Just then Grandma shouted from the foot of the stairs.

She had heard the noise of the sex toy Grandma loves anal sex the floor and was asking me if everything Grandma loves anal sex OK. I shouted that I would be right down.

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