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Blackmailed Grandmother

Part 1

I hated my mother. She was bossy, cruel, self-centered, demanding, busty, and beautiful.

All she thought about since Dad died was the business that she started. How to squeeze the last penny out of it, no matter what it took. That left me as a distraction, a bother.

She constantly made me do all the work around the house and only ridiculed me for my mistakes.

I'm sure she was glad to get rid of me for a few weeks during my Summer vacation.

"Your Grandfather is going on a World War II reunion trip, and your Grandmother needs you to clean the attic," she said in her usual bitchy voice.

"But, Mom...," I started to whine just before her hand smacked across my face, making my eyes blurry with tears.

"I don't want to hear any of your complaining," she shouted at me.

I really didn't want to visit my Mother's Mother, my 65 year-old Grandmother. She was even more bitchy and critical that my Mother. I could see where that trait came from.

So, I had to pack up my things for a 2-week trip in the county, in a small, dull town. I took my music and camera and developing equipment. I figured I could at least take some pictures (photography was the one thing that kept me sane) while I was there.

I took the train, my Grandmother picked me up at the station. No family greeting or celebration. Just: "Get your stuff and get in the car. You have a lot to do."

I could only imagine what chores were waiting for me. Especially in the heat. It must have been in the 90's.

My Grandmother was about 5'8" and a proportioned 140 pounds. She had short, straight platinum blonde hair that really showed up againt her dark tan. Her face was wrinkled, but beautiful (except for her constant stern expression and frown).

She was wearing shorts, sandals, and a loose-fitting blouse that couldn't hide the two large hills that protruded from her chest.

They weren't standing straight out like my Mother's, but hung low, just past her ribcage. I couldn't help but stare when she wasn't looking. They swayed slowly with each of her movements.

Her legs were surprisingly muscular from all the walking that she constantly bragged to my Mother that she was doing.

"Aren't you ready yet?" she sighed in disgust.

I loaded all my gear into the trunk of the car and endured a silent ride to the house.

After getting settled in, she told me to make myself something for dinner. She went out, and I didn't see her again until the next morning.

"Billy, you're here to get some work done, and I don't want to hear any excuses." This was the first thing she said. "Now, get up to the attic and bring all the boxes in the corner down to the curb; they're trash.

Grumbling to myself all morning long, I climbed the 3 flights of stairs more times than I could count.

Whether I was tired, or staggering from the heat, I accidentally bumped into a wall in the attic and knocked a board loose. I thought I broke something and was scared for a minute. Then, I saw an envelope stuck way inside the wall, obviously hidden there.

I naturally took it out, and was shocked. It was dated 20 years ago, and it was from my Grandmother to the local Minister. I had met him the last time I visited.

The letter, never sent, was in my Grandmother's handwriting. It told, in eloquent detail, of a sexual encounter the two of them had, and how they have to keep it secret from their spouses.

Also in the envelope was a note from the Minister, saying he was breaking off the relationship and was ashamed of his weakness. This was probably why my Grandmother never sent the letter.

All of a sudden, a plan developed in my mind. I could finally get some respect and control over a woman that treated me like dirt, my own Grandmother.

After carefully replacing the loose board, I finished taking the boxes out. It was late morning when my Grandmother finally talked to me again.

"You took long enough. Now, I want you to completely clean up there," she said as if it were a great bother to even acknowledge me.

"But first, Gramma, I want to show you what I found. It's in my room." I just turned and walked to the room I was staying in.

"I don't have time for your games," she yelled.

I started to read her letter in a loud voice. Then I heard her rush into the room, her eyes wide.

"Where did you get that, you little bastard?" It whispered from her with hate and fear.

"You know where, don't you?" I said shakily, my confidence not strong yet.

"Give that to me NOW!" Her voice raised to a shriek.

"Oh, I will. If you do just one little thing for me."

I could see her jaw tighten and she made a grab for the letter.

I easily avoided her and rushed to the doorway.

"I'm going right down to the church and give this to the Minister's wife," I threatened.

A look of horror passed over her face, and a rage that scared me showed in her eyes. She lunged again, but I started down the hall as if I were going straight to the church.

"Nooo! Please! Stop!" she shouted, defeated. Her shoulders slumped and said, "What do you want?"

I went back into my room and pointed at a paragraph in the letter. "I want to hear you read this paragraph aloud, but instead of his name, I want you to say my name, "Billy", and where it says "my Minister", I want you to say "my Grandson.""

"I won't, you filthy, filthy boy!" she screamed.

"Then you can deal with Grandpa and the gossip in this little town when I let everyone see this."

She went vacant, deflated. I knew then she would do what I wanted.

"Then you'll give me the letter?" was all she could say.

"Yes, if you do a good and read it as if you were saying to me. You've bragged about being in plays, so do some acting," I commanded, fully in charge now.

"What do you want me to say?" she dejectedly asked.

I pointed, and as she read the words, a shame crept over her.

"Billy... I can't say those things... especially not talking to you... using your name."

"You'd better. And right now," I shouted.

I moved close to the dresser, and she followed. I held the letter in front of her and she read, inserting my name:

"Oh, Billy, I'll never forget how it felt to take your penis into my mouth, to use my tongue on you, to feel your long hardness stretching my lips. Even though you are my grandson, I couldn't resist the excitement of giving you your first blowjob, and finally tasting your cum as you let go. Billy, swallowing that big load of yours was the most thrilling thing in my whole life."

She finished, and I let her take the letter from my hand.

She turned at the door and spat back at me, "No one would ever believe you without this, you filthy little bastard."

She stormed down the hallway, and I reached behind a picture on the dresser and stopped the tape recorder I had there. A quick test proved that I got every word she had spoken in crystal clarity.

I did some more work until late afternoon, took a shower, and did a little preparation for the next step of my plan in my bedroom. My Grandmother obviously burned the letter; I could smell the smoke. She kept away from me until about 4 PM.

I was just wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and underwear when she passed by my room on the way to hers.

She couldn't help stick her head in, give me an evil look, and say, "You dirty-minded bastard, I'll make you suffer for your little prank. We'll see how smart you are."

I was sitting on my bed. I looked her right in the eye, held up my cassette recorder, clicked the play button, and out blared: "Even though you are my grandson, I couldn't resist the excitement of giving you your first blowjob...."

I clicked it off and watched the shock take over every feature of her face.

"You evil creature!" she shrieked. "Give me that now."

She made a lunge into the room, but I was far quicker and rolled over to the far side of the bed. There was no way she was going to get the tape from me, and she now knew it.

Before she could speak again, I said, "Just like I gave you the letter before, you can get this tape from me. You just have to do what I say."

"I won't be blackmailed by you, you obscene prick!" she shot at me in a growl, teeth clenched.

"I just want you to come over here, and undress me completely while I'm on the bed," I stated in a calm voice. I was starting to like being in command.

"No! No! No! Absolutely not!" Her voice was getting louder all the time.

Just then, the phone rang. "You'd better get that," I sang cheerily. I was in no hurry, and prolonging her uncomfortableness sort of pleased me.

She turned, and rushed to her own room, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello, Ron. What is it? I don't have time to gab with you."

It was my Grandfather. I quietly picked up the extension in my room and listened. He was trying to tell of the good time he was having, but my Grandmother kept cutting him off. He also gave his address and telephone number, two things I wrote down, just in case.

Just as my Grandmother was about to end the conversation, I said, "Hi, Grampa, this is Billy. I'm helping out with the cleaning in the attic."

"Billy, get off this phone right now," my Grandmother said in her sternest tone.

"Oh, let the boy talk," laughed my Grandfather.

"Hey Grampa, listen to what I've got on my new tape recorder." I held the speaker up to the mouthpiece and played a few seconds of some non-incriminating talk that went on before I forced the lethal words onto the tape.

"That will be all for now, Billy," said my Grandmother in a falsely sweet tone. "Wasn't there something you wanted me to do now?"

"Oh, that's right," I said just as sweetly. "Goodbye, Grampa!" I shouted happily. This couldn't have worked out better.

I heard my Grandmother say goodbye, hang up, and walk back into my room. Her eyes were murderous, but she looked scared, too. She knew what trouble was on that tape.

I had positioned myself on the side of the bed facing the windows, and just sat there. "Come on over here and undress me. Take all my clothes off, and I'll give you the tape.

"You promise," she whispered.

"I promise; just like the letter," I said. I meant it.

She came over to the bed, and quickly took hold of my T-shirt, pulling it roughly over my head.

"Take it easy; slow down," I said. "Now sit next to me while you do the rest."

She thought for a moment and sat down. I guess she thought it would go easiest and quickest for her this way.

Having her this close to me was exciting. She smelled good, not perfume-like, but clean and fresh, even in this heat.

I looked again at her breasts, hiding under her blouse, low and relaxed. This made me painfully hard.

"Now, what do you want?" she asked with bitterness in her voice.

"Unbutton my shorts and pull down my zipper."

Her hand reached, then hesitated, and then with a sniff disgustedly through her nose, my Grandmother, using only the fingertips of her right hand, quickly undid the single button and pulled the zipper down roughly.

"There, that's enough," she said, and started to rise.

"Not even close," I smiled as I caught her arm and guided her back down to her sitting position. "Now, pull my shorts off me." I raised my hips off the bed.

She was seething, but turned slightly, reached across my body with her left hand, and simultaneously hooked her thumbs on each side of my shorts. With a slight push, she sent then sliding to the floor. I kicked them across the floor, towards the sun-filled windows.

There I was, just in my thin, white underwear, which stretched tightly over the obvious bulge of my erection.

My Grandmother stared for the briefest moment before turning her head, standing up, and saying: "How dare you, you vile boy!"

"Sit down!" I shouted. "Take these off me right now!"

There must have been something in my voice, because she sank down again, though very slowly. She repeated the process she had just completed with my shorts, only this time I was going to show her all I had.

I lifted my hips, and she pulled my underwear down. My erection sprang free, standing straight and proud away from my belly and balls. I never measured myself, but I know I'm way bigger than the average... way bigger.

My Grandmother's caught one glimpse as I kicked the underwear on top of my shorts. Here I was, completely naked and next to my sexy Grandmother. I was thrilled, but, I was only just beginning.

I reached across her body, grabbed her right hand, and before she could react, placed it on my throbbing penis. She recoiled in horror, trying to flee. But I held her wrist.

"Listen," I growled. "You're going to give me a hand job right now."

"Nooo! Never, you pervert. I'm your own Grandmother. I'm a 65 year-old woman. How can you even think of such a thing?"

I knew that this was the decision moment. Either this was going to happen now, or I'd lose everything.

I reached under my pillow, pulled out my cassette player and pushed the play button. Those now infamous words poured out in my Grandmother's voice.

"Don't you remember all you have to lose?" I reminded.

So slowly, at first it was hard to detect, my Grandmother again rested beside me. I guided her right hand back to my penis, guided her fingers around it, and squeezed her hand tight onto its girth.

I can't explain what pleasure and excitement I felt at that first contact. My own Grandmother's hand was on my most private area. Unbelievable.

I slowly started an up and down motion. "Slow and gentle," I groaned. Then, I took my hand away.

Surprisingly, my Grandmother continued the movement. Her head was turned away, and I could see her face was bright red, even through her dark tan.

"Now, faster," I commanded. Her fist complied, and I staring in thrilled disbelief at the sight of my prick being encircled by those aged fingers.

I had to act quickly now or I would soon explode. I had one more step in mind for my beautiful Grandmother.

"All right," I encouraged, "now bend down and use your mouth on me!"

"What!" she screamed. She jumped up and rushed to the doorway. "You've gone too far. I don't care what you do or say. This is over... over for good!"

But, I was prepared for this. I didn't chase her or argue. I merely reached over, picked up the phone, and started pushing the number buttons. I called out each number as I hit it. I was dialing the number my Grandfather had left earlier in the day.

"Wait until Grampa hears this tape," I said, looking right into her eyes as she hesitated, half in, half out of the doorway. I swear one hand, gripping the doorframe was all that was supporting her. She was shocked!

"Noooo! Don't," she whispered.

"Well, you'd better get back over here and do what I said... now!" I called out the second to the last number and punched it. She still didn't move, so I pushed the last number and held up the receiver to let her hear it begin to ring.

She moved quickly, rushed to the phone and pressed the hang-up button. I let her; I knew I could make the call any time.

"No, don't. I'll do what you want," she hoarsely whispered.

I let her take her time, sit beside me, slowly wrap her fingers around my still super-hard erection, and start again the easy pumping motion. Her eyes were on my crotch now, looking at my prick like it was her guillotine.

I reached up and put my hand on the back of her neck, and slowly eased it up a bit into her gorgeous platinum blonde hair. I put a gentle pressure on her head, a guiding direction to my awaiting penis.

At first there was resistance, and then her head started to move downward.

"Please, Billy, don't make me do this," she pleaded.

But, I just continued my guidance, and soon I had a lovely sight: my Grandmother's full lips were about an inch from the little bead of pre-cum lubrication that had already formed on the little slit of my penis.

"Just open your mouth," was all I could say. Excitement was overcoming me, but I still had to remain in control if my plan was going to work.

Her lips parted, and I lunged just enough to make contact. She recoiled a bit, but not much. I put more pressure on the back of her head, raised my hips a bit, and the head of my penis disappeared into my Grandmother's mouth.

I was in heaven, and knew I wouldn't last long. I pushed more deeply into her mouth, but only a few inches. She wasn't sucking or doing anything. Her mouth was more like a paper cup just covering my cock, but that was fine.

"Faster," I said as I encircled her hand for a moment, showing her the pace I wanted. I let go of her hand and it continued at that speed.

I fell back onto the bed for a moment, resting, gasping in ecstasy. I opened my eyes and looked at that head capping my erection, that hand gliding up and down. It hit me then: my Own Grandmother was giving me a blowjob... the first one of my life.

I reached under my nearby pillow and quickly sat up as a tremendous stream of white-hot cum shot into my Grandmother's reluctant mouth.

She made a gagging, retching sound, and I'm sure she was surprised when I sat up and pulled her head off my penis as I was still shooting my second and third streams, these hitting her cheek and neck.

I groaned loudly as this happened. This masked the two clicks that came from the corner of the room.

I pressed her head roughly back onto my penis, and pistoned my hips, sending my cock in and out of those lips at a tremendous speed. Finally, I was done; and I was in a daze. I just sprawled back on the bed and hardly noticed that my Grandmother quickly grabbed my tape recorder and popped the tape out of it. She thought she was being smart; I let her.

"You bastard, you filthy bastard!" she shrieked as she left the room. My eyes were pleasantly shut; I didn't watch her leave.

I did hear her go into her bathroom, and I think I heard vomiting, but couldn't be sure. I did hear the shower go on and continue for a long, long time.

I slowly came to my senses, and reached again under my pillow. There was a small, black button connected to a slender wire. It led to the corner of the room where the clicks had come from.

I wiped up a bit, and then organized my thinking; I had work to do.

My Grandmother avoided me for the rest of the evening. I just got myself something to eat, walked downtown to do a few "errands," and watched some TV before going to my room for a little work on my hobby.

I slept great, even though the heat wave continued. I replayed my blowjob a hundred times in my head, but nothing could compare with the thrill of the real thing.

Part 2

I awoke to birds singing; it was already 11 AM. My Grandmother was gone.

"Left without even a kiss goodbye," I laughed to myself. I was really beginning to enjoy this.

I heard my Grandmother's car pull up about 2 PM. I hurried into my bedroom. I could guess what was going to happen; people are so predictable.

She noisily climbed the stairs, stormed defiantly into my room, and through an envelope in my face. I picked it up slowly, opened it, and saw that it was a train ticket home, departure time: 4 PM that very day.

"Get your filthy belongings together and get out of here, you vile, dirty pig!" she hissed.

"Oh," I said calmly, "I have an envelope for you, too. I think you'll find it very interesting." I slipped a manila envelope from beneath my pillow and tossed it on the end of the bed. She could see that it was addressed to my Grandfather in large, black letters.

I saw her tremble with a now familiar chill. She knew who she was dealing with, and knew this meant trouble.

With a shaking hand, she picked up the large envelope, lifted the unsealed flap, and removed the contents. She took one look, screamed, and, if I hadn't caught her, she would have fallen to the floor.

I guided her to the only chair in the room. She sat down heavily, taking another 30 seconds before she again looked at what was in her hand.

The envelope had held a nice, bright, shiny color glossy picture of 65 year-old woman with her hand wrapped around a penis. There was a string of cum connecting her lower lip with the tip of the penis. There was also a white splatter on her cheek and neck. It was obvious that she had just brought this erection to orgasm with her mouth.

Of course you could recognize her and the handsome young man... me. That's why I had to force myself to sit up when I used the remote button of my camera: I wanted everyone that ever saw this picture to easily tell that my Grandmother had given my a blowjob.

It was perfect. All the time I had spent setting the shot up for a perfect framing and focus had been worth it. And that morning I had developed it. There were two pictures; this was the most incriminating.

My Grandmother recovered a bit, and immediately and violently tore up the picture and the photo.

"You pig... there's your picture!" she exploded.

I reached again under my pillow and dragged out three more envelopes.

"Well, you'd better rip these up, too," I said. And I read off the names on the envelopes to her. They were to my Grandfather (yes, of course a duplicate), my Mother (that would send shock waves), and finally, the Chief of Police of this small town.

My grandmother was in suspended animation... a trance of immobilization.

"Of course, I have plenty of copies if I need them," I added just to dispel any doubts in her mind.

"Billy, don't do this; please don't," she pleaded.

"Well, now that you mention it...." I mused.

"What do you want from me? What? What?" she was on the verge of hysteria. I had to take this in little reassuring steps so she would remain sensible.

In my calmest, most matter-of-fact voice, I said, "Yesterday, you undressed me. Today, I want to return the favor and undress you."

"What! No! I'm your Grandmother! You can't see me naked," she protested.

"It's either that, or I send the pictures," I threatened.

"I'll say you forced me; you raped me. Then, you'll be the one in trouble," she countered.

I had to give her credit. That was quick thinking. But, not that quick.

I held my little cassette player over my head, and out poured those delicious words about her loving the blowjob that she had given me.

"Kept a copy, and a copy of the letter to your Minister friend," I breathed, sounding a bit bored. "Now slip those sandals off and come over here."

I sat on the bed and my Grandmother slowly rose to her feet. She pushed her sandals off her bare feet and walked over to me, like she was in a dense fog of doubt and confusion.

She was wearing a short-sleeved, blue blouse; loose fitting as always. She also had on a pair of shorts: darker blue, with a button at the waist above a zipper; no belt.

"Billy, don't do this... I'm begging you... don't do this," she whispered as she finally stood in front of me.

I didn't answer. I was completely absorbed and already completely aroused: I was going to strip my own Grandmother!

I reached up and slowly pulled the front of her blouse out of her shorts. Then I pulled it completely out. Wow she smelled good again.

There were five buttons on the blouse. I started at the bottom and after two of them, I could see the slight swell of her tan stomach. The next one revealed the bottom of her bra-covered breasts. Finally, I had them all unbutoned, and I slid the blouse back, over her shoulders and down off her arms.

I hadn't been prepared for what was before my eyes: my Grandmother had a gorgeous body: not for just an older women, but for anyone.

Her bra was lacy and frilly, almost see-through, but not quite. I gasped at the size of her breasts; she had hid them well.

I reached for the button on her shorts and her hand gently grasped mine: "Please, Billy. Stop now."

But, I was determined. I lifted her hand away and undid the button. Then, I grasped the zipper and with a satisfying "zzzzzzzz," slid it down its full length. I could now see the tops of her pale blue panties and see the slights red marks the top of her shorts left on her waist.

Now I seemed to be in a trance: I eased the shorts lower until they sprang free of her hips. They dropped to her feet.

"Step out of them and kick them aside," I commanded in a soft voice.

There she was, my Grandmother, dressed in just her bra and panties. I was in heaven.

I had expected her to wear those gigantic cotton white panties. But, I was surprised. These panties, while not bikinis, were cut fairly high on the thigh. They too were lacy and had patches of skin showing through here and there.

"Turn around," I said. My Grandmother unsteadily staggered a bit as she complied.

I reached up to the four hooks of her bra. A little tag proclaimed: "38D." And I nearly lost it in my pants right there. "Thirty-eight dee, thirty-eight dee." I couldn't stop saying it to myself.

But, before I even touched the bra, it dawned on me that I should be as ready as my Grandmother when the time came. As silently and as quickly as I could, I skinned out of my T-shirt, shorts, and underwear. It couldn't have taken me more than five seconds to get completely naked. I know my Grandmother didn't notice a thing, facing away from me, staring ahead at the sun bright windows, and generally preoccupied by her situation.

I reached again, and made contact with the top hook. She flinched like I touched her with an ice cube. I put both index fingers under the bra from the top and pulled together using my thumbs and forefingers. The first snap came easily undone without a word escaping from the groggy woman in front of me.

I repeated the procedure once, twice, and finally a third time. The bra was completely unhooked, and I lightly put my fingers under the bra straps at her shoulders and peeled them down.

But, the bra didn't drop off as I'd expected. My Grandmother had both her hands holding it on in front in a last act of modesty.

"Let it drop. Now!" I said with an air of command.

She did and it fell away from her now naked breasts. From what I could see from behind, they were glorious. They hung very low, past her ribcage, but not anywhere close to her navel. They were stretched thinner where they attached to her chest, and expanded to softball size quickly thereafter. I could see little white stretch marks on the underside of the left one.

And speaking of white, my Grandmother had incredible tan lines. She must have been swimming every day in a two-piece bathing suit, because her breasts were many shades lighter than the rest of her back (except for the cute line the bathing suit strap left across her back).

At this point, I almost made out a sob of shame, but couldn't be sure.

I was gaining momentum, and I quickly proceeded. I didn't have her turn around yet. I didn't want the shock of my nakedness, my obvious, rocklike erection to ruin things. So I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of her panties from behind.

Her hands immediately grasped each of my hands, holding them with a surprising, desperate strength.

"Billy, no! No, this can't happen. You can't see me naked... I'm your Grandmother!" she hoarsely whispered.

"Take your hands away or things will get unpleasant," was all I needed to say.

She loosened her grip and took her hands away. I slowly peeled the panties down: over her waist, to the top of the crack of her surprisingly firm and shapely buttocks, over her hips... and they fell freely to the floor.

I was surprised that she stepped out of them on her own and kicked them on top of her shorts.

I couldn't help let my breath out in a gasp as I saw that her but was also almost as white as her hair, contrasting nicely with her tan.

Her head was hanging low and her shoulders were slumped forward.

I couldn't believe it: my own Grandmother was standing in front of me... completely naked!

"Close your eyes and turn around," I said softly.

Slowly, so slowly, she spun in tiny little shuffles of her feet. This gave me a perfect side view before I got the full advantage of a face-to-face.

She was magnificent. Beautiful, firm, curvaceous, and proportioned. A remarkable body.

I stared finally at her nipples. Her areoles were perfectly round brown circles the size of a half dollar. Her nipples were the circumference of a dime, and maybe about four times as thick.

I took that all in as she was turning. Now, as she faced me, I could see her thick pubic hair. I had heard that older women thinned out appreciably down there. But... not my Grandmother! She had a luxuriant bush: it was salt and pepper colored (mostly salt).

"Now, open your eyes," I stated.

When she did, she nearly collapsed again. There I was naked, standing before her with a huge, raging erection.

She stuttered, "N-n-n-n-n-ooooo. W-w-w-we can't be naked. Not in the same room. Not together."

She almost fell in a fit of lightheadedness, but braced herself with a hand on the bed... and then just sat on the edge of it in disbelief, her hands covering her eyes.

I quickly sat beside her, and before she could react, I lowered my head and sucked in her large right nipple.

"Nooooo! You can't do that. I'm your Grandmother!" she said in horror.

She pushed my head away, and my lips parted the nipple with a smacking sound.

"Nooo! Nooo!" she repeated. She had regained a bit of her strength.

"Get up and stand in front of me," I said sternly as I lifted her left arm by the elbow.

She leaned forward, her heaving tits straining downward, and rose. She shuffled in front of me, her breasts now inches from my face.

I reached up and, for the first time, cupped her left breast and gently lifted it.

"Stop! Stop that right now, young man!" She tried to sound authoritative, but, given her present situation, it sounded ridiculous.

"Be quiet. Do you want me to send those pictures?"

She didn't answer, cowed completely. I leaned forward, opened my mouth and sucked ever so slightly on that delicious nipple. I swirled my tongue around it, and then sucked harder. To my surprise, it remained completely soft; not the hint of a response from it.

"Relax," I said looking up to her closed eyes and taut jaw, "you might enjoy this."

That opened up a flood of words and vitriol from her. She cursed and then growled at me:

"Enjoy. You think I'd ever enjoy these filthy acts. Your Grandfather learned long ago that I would have nothing to do with these sins. He violated me once, and your Mother was born. I despise all this, and I despise you."

"What about the letter to your Minister friend?" I countered. "Look at the things you did with him!"

"That was only a fantasy I had, written out of loneliness and frustration... a moment of weakness 20 years ago. I never did any of that; he knows nothing of it."

It suddenly dawned on me that my Grandmother was frigid and practically a virgin. She sex just once in her life and had never, ever experienced and orgasm. No wonder she was so cranky and bitter.

"And the blowjob you gave me yesterday?" I asked.

"I most certainly assure you... that was the first and only time I ever did anything so disgusting and vile. I'll never forget that you made me do that; I'll never forgive you for making me use my mouth like that," she said sending hate my way.

I went back to kissing her breasts, and then lower to her stomach, and then lower....

"Stop!" she shouted as my lips reached the furry top of her almost completely white pubic hair. "I won't allow that!"

"You're in no position to allow anything," I shouted, standing up, taking her by the arm, turning quickly, and pushing her to the middle of the bed. She landed and propped herself up on her elbows.

I followed her onto the bed and quickly wedged myself between her knees.

"You used your mouth on me; now I'm returning the favor! I said in a soft voice as I lowered my head quickly between those long, tanned legs. My mouth made contact with her pubic hair.

"Pleeeeeassse! Stop!" she hissed in anger.

But, I wasn't about to stop, and I snaked my tongue out and parted her pussy hair all along her slit. This opened her outer lips and revealed the inner treasures to my eyes. She tasted like soap and water, and a hint of salt.

I couldn't believe it: I was eating my own sexy Grandmother. The thought of it made me even more excited and determined than I had been.

I explored all of her, and stuck my tongue as for as I could up her vagina. Then I concentrated on her clitoris, a bean-sized low, flat lump.

It never got hard in all the minutes I worked on it. I looked up at my Grandmother; she had an arm over her eyes, shielding out the world, every sensation. She was immovable. She had remained frigid for all these years and had a good chance of beating back any sensation now.

I instinctively knew I couldn't exert enough pressure on that large, almost flat clitoris to make one bit of difference to her... at least not with my mouth.

I tried to wiggle a finger into her vagina, but she was completely dry. I did plan for that, though: I had heard that older women sometimes need "help" in the lubrication department, so one of my errands had been to buy a tube of lubricant.

Without stopping my tongue, I reached down to the floor where I had placed the open tube. I brought it up to the entrance of her vagina, placed it snuggly against it, and let a good squirt go, and then a little all along her outer lips.

With all that was going on down there, and in her state of anesthetic physical and emotion defense, she didn't notice.

I put the tube down, and rolled onto my back beside her on the bed, to the right of her. My erection pointed directly at the ceiling.

"All right," I said while pulling her arm away from her eyes, "get on it!" I pointed to my penis.

My Grandmother's eyes opened wide in the terror of realization of what I intended.

"Noooooo! Not that! I just told you I only did that once... and that was over 40 years ago! You can't, you won't make me, Billy," she pleaded.

I reached across her body with my left hand, grabbed my trembling Grandmother's right arm, and pulled slowly, steadily, and firmly. She started to be dragged on top of me, despite some feeble resistance.

She had one last, desperate ploy.

"Look," she said, "I'll do what I did for you yesterday. Look."

And with those words, she lowered her mouth onto my stiff penis. This time, she was an enthusiastic participant. She sucked gently, and bobbed her head up and down on it. Her hand started to make an up and down motion along the length of the shaft.

"Ooooohhhh!" I moaned. I couldn't believe the pleasure of this feeling and the sight of my naked Grandmother giving me a blowjob.

She wanted to escape the ultimate act, and she was doing this as a sacrifice.

But, I had come too far, planned too long, and looked forward to this far too much to let it all slip away now.

I took her hand away, and pulled away from her mouth. A tiny string of pre-cum stretched from her lips.

I pulled her again, and she was on top of me, legs tightly together.

"Straddle me; straddle me now or I swear I'll get up, get dressed, and mail those envelopes. In two or three days, you'll have trouble like you've never seen before.

Her knees slowly parted. "Billy, please... don't."

She rested a knee on either side of my hips, and rose upright so that she was for from my pointing penis. I put my hands gently on her hips, and applied a downward pressure.

Slowly, her bottom came down, and I felt the first curly strings of her pubic hair touch the tip of my penis. She placed her hands on each side of my chest and leaned forward in order not to fall.

This made her tits hang down completely away from her chest, inches from my adoring eyes. They stretched the skin that connected then to her chest into almost perfect cylinders for a few inches; then her tits balloon out into larger-than-grapefruit spheres, capped by those perfect nipples.

I raised my hips a bit and sloshed against her lubricated slit. She recoiled, but I thrust again, and she squirmed out of the path.

"You'd better help right now, and put it in!" I said in frustration.

The tone of my voice must have made an impression, because my lovely Grandmother's right hand reached behind her, grasped the shaft of my rock-hard penis, and fitted it to the entrance of her well-lubricated vagina.

"Nooo, Billy..." she whispered.

"Lower yourself," was all I said.

Slowly, her hips moved. The tip of my cock felt something slick, and warm, and tight. That feeling started to spread to the rest of the hard shaft.

The head of my penis was completely inside this gorgeous 65 year-old woman.

She raised up slightly and then came down again, taking another few inches in. She repeated the motion four more times.

And I groaned as I realized I was completely inside of my Grandmother. She was incredibly tight, but the great quantity of lubricant I had used was perfect.

I started a slow pumping motion, and was in ecstasy.

"Oooooohhhh!" I moaned.

"Get it over with, you filthy bastard," was her reply.

Now, that gave me a new goal, on that I had not exactly had until then.

I started to use different angles and different motions: none had any effect on her. My preoccupation with what I was doing instead of how I was feeling kept me from exploding inside of her.

This went on for a few minutes, and my Grandmother was a completely immobile statue above me.

Then, all of a sudden, she grunted, "Aahh." Just that once, and no more.

I tried to remember what I had done to get even that small reaction from her. More time and experimenting, but nothing.

Nothing until: "Aahh. Aahh," escaped her lips.

This time, because I had been observing intently, I knew what caused it.

I had put my hands on her ass, and was kind of supporting her, pulling her onto me a bit. But, my arms had gotten tired, so I raised my knees to help support my hands.

Now I realized that this had also forced my Grandmothers already-described clitoris hard onto my pubic bone.

I raised my knees up again, harder than before and thrust up.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" escaped her lips unintentionally.

I increased the pressure and my speed.

"Aahh! Aahh! Aahh! Aahh! Aahh!" continued to come from her with each thrust.

I raised my head and took one of her dangling nipples into my mouth and sucked. It immediately went rock hard, becoming a tight pebble in my mouth.

"Noooo! This can't be happening," she gasped. "You're my Grandson!"

I again increased the pressure from my legs, grinding that little pleasure center with force it had never before experienced.

"Oooooooohhhhhh!" she groaned loudly. And then, as I increased my pace, she looked to the ceiling and tensed her whole body until it wasn't moving at all except for an intense internal vibration.

I pressed my knees up against then with all my might and thrust and thrust again.

A long cry escaped her now, "Aggggghhhhhh! Noooooooooo! You're making me... making me... Aaaah! Aaaaah! I'm cumming! Billy! BILLY! I'M CUMMING! AAAAAHHHHHHGGG..."

The rest was just an explosion of air from her. Forty years of locked-up lust was being let out of my own Grandmother... and my penis was the key.

I couldn't believe it: my own Grandmother was on top of me, and I was giving her the first orgasm of her life. Perspiration glistened on her and rolled off onto me in a rain.

She remained at the top of the mountain of pleasure for a good 45 seconds. That's when I felt the volcano in my balls decide to erupt.

"Ooohh!" I groaned, "I'm gonna cum!"

I was surprised to hear my Grandmother say, "Billy, no; I can't have your "seed" in me; we can't mate; I'm your Grandmother... that's incest!

With that I just let go and stream after stream of hot, white cum washed over every square inch of my Grandmother's womb. Gobs of it; I'm sure more than I had ever spewed forth in my life.

"Aaaaaagggghhhh!" I howled.

And a strange thing happened. When my Grandmother felt the hot river of my cum gush inside of her, some perverse or obscene taboo must have burst inside of her:

"Oooohh, noooo.... ahhhhhhggggggg... aaaahhhhggggg... again... again... AGAIN! I'M CUMMING! MMMMMMAAAA...!

I had tilted the bureau mirror so I could see all the action from another angle. See, I plan ahead. Now my eyes caught sight of my Grandmother's buttocks hunching and squeezing tight as she drove herself onto my cock. I realized my Grandmother was furiously fucking me... fucking me on her own, her untanned ass a blur.

Again my Grandmother had achieved a tremendous orgasm. This one triggered by the feeling and the thought of accepting her Grandson's sperm deep inside herself.

It continued for another minute... the pleasure we both were feeling, and then she collapsed on top of me.

I must have fallen asleep for a while. When I awoke, my shrunken penis was still inside of the beautiful, sweaty woman on top of me.

I looked at the corner, and could make out a tiny red light: my video camera had been placed perfectly. I was really going to enjoy watching that lovemaking session. And... I might find another use for it someday.

I glanced at the clock. Well, well; I missed my train home. Home. I didn't even want to think of it right now, not with my bitchy Mother waiting.

"Wait a minute," I thought. "I bet the IRS would be very interested in the "extra set" of books my Mother kept." I bet she'd do anything not to have that happen ... anything! Maybe "Billy Blackmail" was going to ride again.

My Grandmother was sleeping soundly, but the thought of my new scheme, the thought of fucking my own Mother, had brought my penis back to life. I was fully hard again.

My Grandmother awoke then, looked at me, and a look of disbelief filled her eyes.

"Oh, no!" she whispered. "This wasn't a dream!"

I reached up, brought her lips to mine for our first kiss. She struggled a brief moment, and then my tongue entered her mouth.

I put my arms around her, and rolled so that I ended up on top of her. She gasped when my mouth left hers.

I started a slow pumping of my cock in and out of this wonderfully sexy 65 year old. She pushed feebly at my chest with her hands and then I felt her feet brush up my legs, then my thighs. Those feet finally intertwined at the top of my buttocks, her long, tan legs surrounding me. This flowered her vagina open fully to me and she instinctively offered her clitoris at just the right angle.

"Oh, please, Billy... I'm begging you... harder...."

-The End (Part Two)-

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