Doris smiled as she came out of her wonderfully luscious, lustful dream. Rolling onto her back, she reached down and, spreading her right thigh out to the edge of the bed, stretched her left leg straight down and pressed both hands on her soft cunt lips, grabbing and pressing them tight together, feeling more of his cunt-warmed cum drooling out and cooling over her pouting anus. It had been a wonderful afternoon and she could still feel him lying on top of her, could almost feel the power and strength in his youthful body as he'd spread her wide with his thick, powerful cock and fucked her so wonderfully hard. It had hurt at first, since she hadn't felt a cock in her pussy in almost thirty years, not since her husband had died - and he hadn't been half as big as he was. But her old bones had adjusted and her body remembered the forgotten positions. As she lay there smiling wide with the pleasure he'd given her, his large, powerful hand slid over her soft, smooth tummy, that sagging belly she hated so. It was a reminder, at her age, of the four kids she'd given birth to, and she heard him clear his throat.

"How ya feelin', Gramma," Trey whispered, still hoarse from his cumming bellows earlier that afternoon, his voice seeming to smile.

Trey was fourteen, the middle child of her oldest son. William had married late in life, so most of his kids were younger than Jennifer's, her youngest child. However, Trey had sprouted up fast and, at fourteen was five-foot-six and still growing, currently he was taller by several inches than she was. Trey was a short, powerful boy who played freshman football in high school and was being considered for the junior varsity team in preparation for the varsity team. Most of his teammates called him the unstoppable "Tank" due to his solid build - still he had a ways to go yet and was considered possible material for college recruitment later.

"Oh, baby . . ." Doris sighed, "I feel . . . wonderful. That was so lovely . . ." she sighed happily, laying both hands on top of his.

She frowned with displeasure at her body even as she enjoyed the caressing grip of his powerful hand on the soft lap-over of her tummy. She heard him sigh softly as he pushed it up, flatting his hand under it, then slipping it down gently, dug a finger into the upper part of her split and gripped the sagging top of her pudenda, pulling it up and stretching out her pussy lips. Doris loved his touch, but she disliked the sagging folds of skin and flesh her body had developed over the years.

The old woman gasped with pleasure, pushing her left leg out as well, as he pushed two fingers into her semen soaked cunt.

"Gramma, you're all fulla slime," the boy teased, chuckling as he sloshed his fingers in her loose, sloppily oozing cunt.

"Whose fault was that, boy," she gently nudged him with her elbow.

"Well . . . I don't remember anybody fighting me off," he laughed.

He was young and still full of the chauvinistic masculinity of youth. He'd had many girls already and had picked a few cherries, but none had been as satisfying as his Gramma.

---

Trey had been hungry when he showed up at Doris' door that Friday afternoon. Of all her grandkids, she very much favored this one. There was something alluring about him that she'd always been naturally attracted to, something to which he'd also always responded favorably. As always, she'd flirted with him gently and he responded as genially as always, but today, he acted a little differently, been a little more aggressive. When she'd laughingly turned away from him to the stove, laying out a couple of eggs and reaching for her frying pan, he'd stepped up behind her and hugged her from behind. As he pressed his groin to hers, grinding his stiff cock against her soft, saggy buttocks, he'd kissed the side of her neck, nibbling it gently and sending chills up and down her body.

The chills came together and slammed into her old, long unused cunt, making her pussy clench in memory. It had been years since she'd had a cock in her - hell, it had been months since she'd last even frigged herself with her own fingers. Not that she didn't enjoy it, but her fingers had seemed more unsatisfying than usual and she didn't like dildos. She felt that there was something wrong about pushing a piece of plastic or metal into herself and she always worried, needlessly, about hurting herself with one.

The old woman sighed, her mouth falling open, her top dentures slipping and clacking onto her bottom - she'd left the denture glue off, not having anybody to impress - and they were loose. She quickly closed her mouth and, almost by reflex, pressed her soft, very ample butt back against his stiff prick. She hadn't yet turned on the fire under the pan and just hung on to the stove sides as Trey slowly hiked the back of her skirt up. These days, she rarely wore stockings or even panties, once again she did it because she felt that she had no one to impress nor anyone who gave a damn and she hadn't worn any today. She heard her grandson's soft gasp of pleasure as his hands caressed her soft, saggy ass.

"Oh-God!" she whimpered, leaning far forward.

She didn't want him to stop, but he was her grandson and it wasn't right for him to be caressing her bare ass. However, it felt too good and his touch had aroused her so much that she couldn't stop, couldn't help herself. She jerked stiffly her eyes widening as she heard a zipper sliding and the clink of a belt buckle being undone. She should move, get away, she thought, but she didn't. She just stood there waiting, waiting like an old cow in heat, waiting patiently for her young bull to mount her, and mount her he did. She felt his stiff cock push exploringly between her saggy buttocks, his heavily oozing precum lubricating the way. Doris whimpered and pushed back a little harder, resting her elbows on the stove top, her whole body shaking with excited lust.

Still not saying a word, Trey pushed forward, his long stiff cock slipping over her cream-oozing cunt, dry-fucking her slowly as she moaned and whimpered. It felt good. He wasn't in her, but the feel of his hot, stiff cock slipping back and forth on her pussy lips was so delicious that her pussy clenched suddenly and she came, her whole body shaking and shuddering.

"Gramma!" Trey gasped hoarsely.

The boy's hot cock throbbed as he rocked against her, spurting hot cum along her drooping slit, slipping between the long curtain of her fleshy inner labia and against the front of her skirt. He rocked back and forth several times, spurting cum with each thrust until her pussy lips dripped with it and it was splattered thickly on the inside front of her dress. For a few seconds they stood there blowing like a pair of winded horses, then Trey pulled back and dropped into a kitchen chair. A few moments later, Doris slowly turned. Trey sat slumped back in the chair, not wanting to look at her, seeming miserable at his impulsive actions.

Doris stared at her grandson for a few moments, then "dammit, he started this," she thought inwardly and stepped forward, feeling his cum oozing down her soft, flabby thighs and feeling the cum cooling on the front of her dress as it smacked her thigh, clinging stickily to it. Her eyes were fixed on his flaccid cock, the last bit of cum slowly oozing from it. Her mouth watered at the remembered taste and the aching of her arthritic knees was forgotten as she eagerly lowered herself to them, cupping trembling hands around his balls, massaging them gently as she pushed it's limber length in her mouth. Deftly pulling his foreskin back - something she was glad her son hadn't wanted done to the innocent boy - she licked all around it, suckling gently, tasting his delicious, young cum.

"No-o-o-o," Trey gasped, grabbing her silvery, bobbed hair and trying, half-heartedly to hold her back, his soft prick stiffening in spite of himself.

"Please, Gramma," he gasped, unsure himself if he meant for her to stop or continue.

Doris turned her head and spat her teeth into her hand, reaching up with them, fumbling as she finally managed to tossed them on the table, they were just getting in her way. Trey almost screamed with pleasure as she bent back to his stiff cock, chewing on it with her bare, softly biting toothless gums. He curled his fingers in her short, curly, bobbed hair, tightening his grip and pulling her head tightly into his crotch. Tossing her head from side to side, she took him deeper and deeper, her throat gulping and sucking him down until he cut her air off completely. Her head spun pleasurably. She loved the feeling of a hard cock deep in her throat - she'd always loved having a cock down her throat and she squeezed it from pure reflexive memory. Trey drew a deep, shrill gasp, jerking his hands off her as if he was falling, falling into the pleasure of her clutching throat.

"Oh-God-Gramma," he gasped, "Gramma-Gramma-Gramma-Gramma-Gramma . . ." he ran out of breath and panted, almost sobbing with pleasure.

Doris began seeing darkness swirling around the edges of her vision and she yanked her head back, the loud popping of Trey's cock breaking the vacuum of her clutching throat echoing from the kitchen walls.

"NO-GRAMMA!" Trey fended her off as she dove back for more, "please! No more! I can't stand anymore . . . it's too tender."

"Your Grandpa loved it," she smiled, sighing wistfully, "I guess I better get to my bathroom and clean up, change my housecoat."

She caressed Trey's still stiff cock lovingly, pulling another gasp from the boy.

"Wanna help your old granny to her feet?" she grinned slyly, "now that I'm down here, I need a little help getting up."

"Yes, ma'am," Trey abashedly answered.

As he obediently stood to help her up, his jeans slid down his legs. She lay her hand over them as he bent to pull them up. Then, while on her knees, she pulled his shoes off and made him step out of his jeans. He gasped again as she nuzzled his balls, sniffing and snorting hotly on them, giving them a quick caress with her tongue as he took her hands. Trey felt that he shouldn't have followed his impulse earlier, but it was too late to take it back and found his sluttishly acting Gramma a real turn-on, he was, after all, an always horny teenager.

The boy had begun growing a bigger cock in the last year or so, but he'd begun making cum when he was eleven and loved seeing it spurt. The year previously, he'd given up his virginity to Lynnette Coleman, a girl a couple of years older and far more experienced, who'd fucked all the football players and wanted to add his scalp to her belt. Since then, he'd had his share of girlfriends and quick fucks, but none was as well-versed in sucking cock as his grandmother. In those few minutes of impulsive lust, she'd turned him every way but loose.

"Help me to my room, son," she grunted, "these old bones weren't meant to kneel."

She lied, but she wanted to get him into her bedroom. Wanted to see if she could get his horny cock into her pussy. He was so much bigger than his Grandpa had been. She guessed it was the better, modern diet her daughter-in-law fed him, lots of meat and lots of vegetables.

Doris leaned against the side of his broad chest, his arm around her shoulder, both her hands in his other large fist as they walked.

"Did you like that, baby?" she smiled softly up into his eyes.

"Uhm . . . y-yes, ma'am," Trey nodded, reddening slightly.

"Um-m-m, so did I," Doris continued smiling up at him, "want some more? I know I do. Do you think you could lend an old lady a little more of your pleasure?"

Trey thought about it for a second, her age and that she was his grandmother, beginning to wilt his cock, but then her gulping throat came to the fore and he stiffened again.

"Ah-h-h . . . I, I, I . . ." he gulped, "y-y-yeah . . . I, uhm, I suppose . . ." and shrugged.

"Good," she broke in, not letting him finish.

She wanted his cock so badly that she didn't dare let herself think of what she looked like now. She'd had four kids - all grown and a couple of them already balding - and her tummy sagged pitifully, the muscles so loose that they looked like she had a kangaroo pouch, a double kangaroo pouch she thought, remembering how loose the top of her pudenda was. She quickly slammed the door on those thoughts, thinking only of how good his cock would feel fucking into her. In her eager anticipation, her aged pussy drooled, her saliva-thin cunt juices mingling with his thick, oozing cum.

"Help me to the bed, honey," she murmured, "I wanna taste you again."

"Yes, Gramma," Trey nodded - "YES!" he yelled in his head.

The boy didn't even wonder about his grandmother's looks. He'd seen her all his life and accepted her as she was. His only drive was the pleasure her suckling mouth could give him and his stiff cock throbbed eagerly. Had he not cum already, he'd have definitely cum at the thought of her toothless mouth gumming his stiff cock. Fuck, Doris thought, it had felt good noshing on the back of his thick shaft as she'd swallowed him all the way down and they both wanted to feel it again. Trey didn't care how old she was nor that her flesh sagged and her body looked like a used, rumpled towel, he just wanted to fuck her and have her suck him like she'd sucked him a few minutes ago. He was a typical very horny teenager, his hormones hot and raging. At his age, all he wanted was to cum, preferably in something hot and wet, but his own hand was good enough if he couldn't get the first.

Doris grabbed his stiff cock as she settled on the bedside, pulling it toward her toothless gums. Smiling up at him, she slapped at his large, bulbous cock-head with her tongue. Trey took a short step forward and she leaned back slightly, slurping him into her mouth and staring up at him with half-closed, slightly glazed eyes. She adored a cock in her mouth and loved even more, the feeling of one plunging into her hot cunt. She wanted to taste him for a bit then pull him into bed with her. As the boy whimpered with pleasure, she let him pull back and leaned back, still gripping his stiff cock in her soft hand. Trey followed where she pulled and climbed in bed with her. Doris guided him between her outspread, saggily jiggling thighs and he automatically plunged deep into her wet, eagerly clutching cunt.

Doris grunted pleasurably, reaching between them and pulling her loose tummy and pudenda up, out from under his hard-muscled belly. Her arms flew out and she gasped, screaming with delighted lust as Trey back up and slammed heavily into her, ramming his thick, stiff cock into her previously unused cunt.

"OH-GAWD!!" she squealed, gasping and panting hard, "oh, my . . . GAWD!!"

Trey only panted, grunting with the concentrated effort of fucking her wonderfully grasping cunt. It was so wet and slick and so surprisingly . . . tight! Emmy hadn't been this tight, but then, she'd fucked all the football players - frequently. Trey himself had a date with her this coming Sunday, but now, with Gramma available and her mouth so delicious, he wasn't so sure he wanted to keep it. Even her pussy was nice and tight, grasping him so wonderfully that he could feel her tightly gripping vaginal muscles quivering around his stiffly plunging cock.

"GRAMMA!!" Trey gasped.

"Yes-Baby," Doris panted, "yes-s-s-s-s, my darling bay-bee-ee," she moaned, sliding her legs up and hooking her heels under his bouncing buttocks.

Gramma shivered, goose bumps battling each other as she came on his deeply pounding cock. She had another orgasm immediately at the thought that she'd cum on a cock! And not just any cock. It was her grandson's deeply plunging cock!

"OH-H-H-WHOA-WHOA-UNGH-H-H-gah-h-h," she groaned loudly, "yes! YES-S-S-S-S!"

Doris hips rocked under Trey's slamming hips, rolling her pelvis up to meet his stiffly plunging prick. His thick, slamming bulk filled her so completely, so deliciously that she cried out her pleasure over and over, cumming over and over on his plunging cock. He had so much stamina, she thought, so much FUCK-ing stamina, she gasped throwing her head back and crying out, her throat hoarse from her delighted outcries. As Trey felt his balls tightening, his cock quivering, he panted heavily. The boy wanted to keep fucking, wanted to hold the delicious pleasure as long as he could, but he couldn't hold it for much longer.

Doris was about cummed out, her cunt tightening reflexively around his plunging shaft and she slowly relaxed, cuddling her grandson and letting him wear himself out in her. It was lovely and such a delight. Dave - Grandpa - had never lasted this long. If she sucked him off, he'd just drop off to sleep right after. If he fucked her, he'd just cum, roll over and drop off to sleep. Both times, he'd rise early the next morning, eating his breakfast and going off to work, but this . . . this was sheer bliss. His oozing precum kept her slick long after her own body gave up and quit oozing her lubricating cream. Doris gently pulled his head to her soft, wattled throat, feeling his powerful hands gripping the sides of her tummy tightly, painfully as he plunged heavily into her, slamming into her, sliding her bodily back and forth on the bed.

"That's gonna leave some burns on my back," she smiled at the thought, "but oh, it's ever so good, so deliciously wonderful."

"Oohm-m-m-ma-h-h-hg-gh-h-h," the boy groaned as his balls boiled over.

Doris yelped and stiffened, grunting tightly. She had thought she was all cummed out, but the boy's hotly blasting semen sent her into even harder orgasmic convulsions, jerking and kicking his hard buttocks with her soft heels.

"Ah-h-hungh-h-h!" the boy grunted, thrashing his feet as he banged heavily into her, squirting his hard blasting cum into her, "Gram-ma-a-a-a!" he groaned, his voice thick and guttural.

The boy's cry sent shivers up Doris' back and she spasmed again, another orgasm racking her aging body. Then the old lady curled into her grandson, wrapping her legs and arms tightly, allowing him to only rock his hips as she clung to him with all her frail strength. That was enough for them both. Trey threw his hips against hers, his cock throbbing and spurting, rocking back on his hips again and ramming stiffly into her, spurting again and again. Once more he rolled his hips ramming into her, throwing her body up as he spurted, then again and then again before resting heavily atop her. Doris panted, gasping as she felt his cock throbbing deep inside her, dribbling gently against her barren uterus.

The old lady drew a deep, sighing breath - as much as she could with his pleasurably oppressive weight on her - and cuddled her grandson, smiling happily. Trey drew his hands in, grasping her loose sagging breasts on the way. Glancing down, she smiled as she watched him pull a nipple up to his mouth. She'd once been a very well endowed woman with huge, pendulous breasts. Now they had pretty much dried up and, if not tucked in a bra, sagged, almost hiding her bellybutton, still, it felt good to have a warm mouth suckling on them.

A few minutes later, she groaned, a little disappointed as her grandson's cock slowly shrank, his heavy load of cum trickled out of her and down over her pouting anus. Suddenly, she giggled, the elation of the wonderful fuck overcoming her disappointment. Maybe they could do it again sometime. She certainly hoped it wasn't a one time thing. With a deep sigh, she lay quietly as her grandson enjoyably slurped on her soft, aging tits. A few minutes later, the boy slipped off her, lying beside her and caressing her as he suckled on her sideways stretched breast. Doris grunted with the pain of her aging, unused muscles cramping as she stretched out and turned slightly to let Trey suckle.

The boy got no milk out of her, but he enjoyed the soft, marshmallow texture of her soft tit. For a long while he mauled both her breasts pleasurably and finally dozed off, his mouth full of her saggy flesh.

---

As Trey caressed her sagging, fleshy belly and pudenda, he caught her eye and smiled, a hungry look in his eyes - hungry for more pussy, she hoped.

"How about a pair of eggs," he smiled.

"Is that all," she chuckled throatily, "surely a growing boy like you . . ." she waggled his soft cock, gently emphasizing 'growing,' "needs something more, hm?"

"Well . . . now that you mention it . . . how 'bout some grits, bacon and toast - and a slab of the delicious peach cobbler I smelled on the way in?"

"And is that gonna be enough?" she laughed outright.

"Nope. Mom and Dad are going out tonight and I'll just call them and tell them I'm staying over for the night -"

He suddenly turned to her as he realized that he might be presuming too much, his face reddening in sudden embarrassment.

"I, I, I mean, if, if that's okay with you," he smiled anxiously.

"Baby, anytime you want to cum with me, you're more than welcome," she reached up and caressed his face gently, "anytime at all."

Trey grinned delightedly, looking around for his clothes.

"They're in the kitchen, remember," Gramma, chuckling, read his mind as she ran her soft, wrinkled hand up his powerful, young thigh, "naked is alright with me, but if you don't mind, I'd kind of like to dress. Sorta cover all these damn wrinkles and sagging belly."

"You look alright to me," Trey offered gallantly, pulling her into an embrace, "you've always looked real good to me."

"Thank you, baby, but I think you're just the tiniest bit prejudiced."

Trey smiled as she turned to her closet, watching her critically as she pressed her knees together and bent to pick up a pair of sandals, her pussy a long, fat, wide, vertical gash. He had to admit, it looked pretty ugly, but damn it felt so-o good. Her buttocks sagged and he could see her hip bones pressing through the flesh of her buttocks, the muscles of her thighs sagging loosely. Kicking her feet into the sandals, she slipped a clean housecoat over herself and turned, looking much more presentable.

Trey shook his head almost regretfully, thinking he'd sure like to have met her thirty to forty years ago - had he been alive then. Still, she fucked good - and man! Could she suck cock! Doris didn't see Trey's regretful head shake, seeing only the big smile on his face as he stood and took her hand in his, leading her out into the kitchen.

"Let's get us a pair of eggs," he laughed.

He loved his Gramma and wanted plenty of energy for that night and maybe Saturday and Sunday night, too - not to mention Saturday day and Sunday day.

Gramma laughed once more. If she wanted another fuck, he needed plenty of energy. The boy certainly had a lot of stamina, but he had to have something to feed it.