Becoming Granny’s New Lover

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The fatigue that accompanied the five ours of rickety bus journey vanished the moment I saw my granny at the door. She hugged me at the doorstep, crushing her gigantic tits against my chest, while my hands freely explored her back. Granny let go of the hug and kissed my cheeks and my forehead hastily, “It took you so long to visit your old granny, huh?” she asked, between the affectionate kisses.

In the five years since I had seen her, granny had only managed to grow more beautiful. Except for a few extra wrinkles on her face, and her hair turning greyer, she stayed the same. Her fit figure was inviting as ever, her voluptuous boobs still stretched the limits of her blouse, and her lips were just as full.

“I was too busy with college stuff granny, sorry,” I said, snapping out of admiring her beauty.

She ran her hands all over my face and hair, praising me. “You’ve grown so handsome. You remind me so much of your grandfather” she said and kissed my cheeks again.

“And you are as beautiful as ever Ganga Devi,” I said. It was quite common for me to call granny by her name sarcastically, and she didn’t mind either, even if she sometimes mock slapped my hand.

“You haven’t changed one bit,” she said, leading me inside the house. “Aren’t you eating well? Look how thin you’ve become!” she said, concerned. “Muniyamma!” granny called out to our house help.

The 35-year-old Muniyamma came down from the kitchen, in a hurry, still holding the sambar ladle in her hand. She seemed happy to see me, and after a few pleasantries, Granny asked her to take my bags to my room. “You go take a bath, and I’ll make sure that the lunch is ready by the time you finish,” she said and left me with a peck on my cheek.

Granny, despite being in her late 50s had a good figure. She had been the sole caretaker of the house and the little farmlands that we had since grandfathers’ death 7 years ago. As a fiercely independent woman, she had refused to move in with us, and instead hired Lingayya and his wife Muniyamma to help her take care of the farm and the house, and continued to live her life with no compromises.

The lunch was ready by the time I had finished my bath, just as promised. It was nothing special, just a simple dal and rice, but it was well past my usual lunch hour, and the bus ride had worked up an appetite. Granny insisted on feeding me with her own hands, which I welcomed wholeheartedly.

Despite me being a teenager, she still treated me like a kid. This was okay for me to steal away a few squeezes of her ass, and rub my hand “accidentally” on her breasts, without her getting second thoughts, but it didn’t really improve my chances of sticking my dick inside her pussy.

Ever since I hit puberty, I had thought of granny as a beautiful woman. I had spent countless nights thinking of her, imagining making love to her, and ejaculating hundreds of handfuls of cum for her.

There were many times when I would call her for no reason, and jerk off slowly while talking to her over the phone. As days passed my lust for her only increased, and over the years I had imagined fucking her in every way possible. Yet, looking at her in flesh and blood still made my dick happy.

There was still light outside by the time I was done with lunch. Granny had fed me a little too much, despite my insistence, and I felt like walking it off a bit. So I expressed my desire to go visit our farms. “No!” granny denied my request, “look how fiercely the sun is beating down. You can go after a couple of hours. I’ll also finish my work here, and accompany you” she said and got back to washing the vessels.

I hugged granny from the back, pressing my semi-hard cock onto her shapely ass. “Please granny, let me go. I’ll be back soon” I said holding her waist. My hand slowly moved across her bare flesh, and I started squeezing her. My dick started growing in size, and I shamelessly pressed it into her ass. “Please, Ganga Devi” I pleaded.

“Idiot!” granny said, as she freed herself from me. “All your grandfather’s antics.” She giggled. “Okay wait for a couple of minutes, let me at least finish washing these vessels,” she said and pushed me out of the kitchen.

Tired of waiting, I went ahead while granny promised to follow me soon. “Do you remember the way to the farm?” granny asked from inside the kitchen.

“Yes, Granny” I replied.

“Be careful, I’ll be right behind you?” she said, as she bid me off.

There was still a couple of hours before twilight, and the fields and the roads were still void of people. Since it was close to harvest, people would generally stay home in the afternoon, enjoy a nap and return to the fields at night to keep wild animals and thieves from destroying the farms.

The farms were lush with growth, ready to be harvested. It was wonderful to see granny’s blood and sweat show such wonderful results, it even made me quite proud of her doing this all single-handed, with help from Lingayya of course.

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Despite having only a few acres of land, we had our own well in the far corner of the fields. Next to the well was a little brick shed which housed some of the farming supplies and the water pump, which was used to irrigate the fields.

As I stood admiring the field, I thought I heard something. As I listened closely, I heard a faint, muffled noise as if someone was crying in pain. I followed the sound, which led me to the little shed house. Slowly, I crept up and peeped in from the little window on the side.

Muniyamma was lying down on the hard concrete floor with her saree pushed up to her waist, while her husband rammed his dick into her pussy. She was biting down on her pallu, which was bunched up, to stifle out the cries. Her blouse open, and Lingayya’s mouth was busy sucking on the inflamed nipple on her left breast, Muniyamma grabbed her husband’s ass tightly as if trying to get him to push his dick deeper into her thirsty pussy.

Muniyamma bit into her husband’s shoulder, trying to stifle her uncontrollable moans. This seemed to arouse Lingayya even more, as he increased the speed of his thrusts and was jackhammering into his wife’s pussy.

That was the last straw. After such sexual stimulation since afternoon, I couldn’t bear it any longer. So I unzipped my pants and freed my erect dick from the confines of my pants and started to stroke it slowly as I watched the rasaleela of my maid and her husband.

I was so immersed in my act that I didn’t notice my granny come up to me. “What are you doing?” she whispered into my ears, alarming me. Granny immediately put her hand on my mouth and took me aside.

“I… I’m sorry granny… it’s just that… I was here and… they were…” I started mumbling incoherently. Granny didn’t seem to be concentrating, instead, she seemed to be looking down at the ground. I followed her gaze and my dick was still out in the open, semi-erect, but still had a lot of life in it. I immediately put it inside and zipped up. “Sorry granny, I’m really sorry” I apologized. Granny looked away flustered as if embarrassed to be caught staring shamelessly at my dick.

“What were you doing there? Don’t you know it’s wrong?” she said and dragged me towards home.

“But I want to see the fields!” I protested.

“You’ve seen enough,” she said, briskly walking along the empty road.

I walked close to granny, with my hands brushing against hers occasionally, sometimes by accident and sometimes deliberately. Granny was wearing a simple cotton saree with large flower prints, and a matching green blouse. I knew she was not wearing any bra because I had felt her up that afternoon. Her unrestrained breasts jiggled with her each step, which I enjoyed watching her from the corner of my eyes.

“Walk faster” she would chastise me every time I held back, and I would run up to speed but fall back soon after to enjoy seeing her sexy ass swaying as she walked.

“You are such a pervert,” granny said as soon as we enter the house. “Is this what they’ve taught you in college?” she said.

“I’m sorry granny” I apologized, “but…”

“No buts” she cut me off mid-way, “taking that thing out in the field… if someone had seen you, what would have happened to our reputation?” she said, feeling ashamed.

“I’m sorry Ganga Devi.” I held both her hands, “It won’t happen again, okay?” I pulled granny closer to me, “but you liked it right?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Like what?” she said, genuinely confused.

“This,” I said, and pulled her closer to press my erect cock against her and started humping her, while I laughed.

Granny immediately understood what I was talking about and her face turned bright red in embarrassment. She immediately freed herself from me and covered her pallu over her shoulder and turned away, hiding her shy smile.

“I saw the way you looked at it,” I said, trying to put my hand on her shoulder.

“I was not trying to look at anything,” she said and turned further away from me. I lunged forward and hugged her when we heard the main door open and we heard Muniyamma calling out my Granny.

Muniyamma was decent again, but I couldn’t take the image of her butt naked, getting rammed by her husband on the floor of that little shed in the fields.

“Why are you so late?” Granny asked her as if she didn’t know why Muniyamma was late.

“No madam, my husband asked me to lend him a hand in the field work,” she said. I was sure she lent him more than a hand. Granny was flustered and it showed on her face. “Okay fine, go inside and get the dinner ready” she instructed her, while she retired to her bedroom. I promptly followed her hoping for some action.

“Where are you coming?” She asked.

“I’m really tired granny, let me take a nap in your room,” I said, yawning, trying to sneak in.

“No!” she squealed. “I have to take a bath now, go out. Go!” she pushed me out and locked the door.

Granny took her own sweet time in the bathroom. She finally came out of the bathroom, looking like a fresh flower adorned in the morning dew. Her salt and pepper hair was damp, dripping water droplets on her back.

The water had turned the back of the blouse translucent and there was no trace of a bra strap. It was my lucky day. She was wearing a nice thin cotton saree that complemented her light pink blouse.

The next couple of hours seemed to pass very slowly. I couldn’t find a place to jerk off, and I didn’t want to either. I wanted granny to satisfy me. The three of us had our dinner soon after, and Muniyamma left for the day.

Granny and I were sitting on the couch watching tv to pass the time, but neither of us was interested in what was playing on the tv.

“Lingayya stays at the fields all night,” granny said suddenly.

“What?” I asked, turning to her.

“He stays has to stay in the fields all night before harvest, so he doesn’t go home. So, they… um…” granny couldn’t find the right words. But I understood.

“Oh! Ok, ok.” I said and pretended to go back to watching tv. “So, he never goes home at night?” I asked after a little while.

“No”

“I mean, he might. After all, it only takes a few minutes” I said, winking at her.

“You are impossible,” granny said and giggled shyly.

I laid down on granny’s lap, and she started to stroke my hair. “Granny,” I interjected the silence, “you know since grandfather’s death, how have you been managing your desires?”

“What?” she asked confused.

“I mean, Lingayya satisfies Muniyamma in the shed, right. So, what about you?” I asked looking up at her.

Granny stopped stroking my head and looked annoyed. “Uff, is this the way to talk to your grandmother? You have worsened so much. I should complain to your parents.”

“Ya, you can complain to them later, now tell me.” I insisted, pressing my head against her waist. Her thin, translucent saree did little to hide her fleshy wait. I could see her juicy, deep navel as if inviting me.

Granny kept quiet and continued to watch the tv while giggling to herself.

“Tell me, Ganga Devi, what do you do when you’re in the mood?” I asked and squeezed her soft tit. She let out a small moan and immediately tried to cover it by clearing her throat.

“Tell me, tell me” I started poking her tits. I could feel her nipples growing in size, poking out of her blouse.

“Uff… get up. Go to bed, it’s late” she tried to get me off her lap, but I wouldn’t budge.

“Do you have a secret lover?” I prodded, “You can tell me, I won’t tell anyone. I promise” I said.

“No man can be half as good as your grandfather,” she said and giggled. I inched forward and started to kiss her navel. Granny’s hands started to tremble and she began grabbing my hair in an erotic manner.

I turned around to have better access to granny and held her waist firmly. My tongue traced granny’s navel from behind the veil of her thin saree. Granny pulled me closer and pushed my head deeper into her waist. It only encouraged me more and I started smooching her saree. I slowly pulled out the saree folds in her waist and tried to grab her pussy.

Granny shuddered as my hand touched her bare skin. She seemed to come to her mind and pushed me aside. “Now go to bed,” she said, and walked to her bedroom, holding her dishelved saree in her hand.

I went into my room, unsure of how to take care of my raging hard-on. It was a warm night, so I removed my pants and got into bed wearing just my boxers and a t-shirt. I tossed and turned around unable to sleep. The lust in my heart needed to be quenched.

I tiptoed into granny’s room, hoping to continue where we left off.

“What happened? Couldn’t you sleep?” granny asked the moment I opened the creaky door.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, Granny?” I asked, innocently, shamelessly displaying the tent in my loose boxers. “Yes… yes, come” granny said, moving a bit aside and making way for me on her bed.

We both were lying down closely, facing each other. Granny had put her hand on my shoulder and was patting me, I put my hand on her ass and pulled her closer to me. Granny let out a little gasp but didn’t protest.

I started grinding into granny’s hips while my mouth explored her big tits. I pulled her pallu aside, which gave me unrestricted access to her huge spongy tits. I started out slowly, kissing and licking her over the blouse, and soon I was mauling her breasts with my mouth, biting and sucking them like there was no tomorrow.

Lust seemed to take over granny’s senses as well. She pressed my head closer to her bosom and began caressing my hair wildly. She made no attempts to stifle her cry and moans, which were like music to my ears.

With my free hand, in sloppily unhooked her blouse, freeing her swollen tits. Her nipples were like big resins, juicy, tender and inviting. I ran my fingers over her tits, taking extra time to caress her nipples and areolas. Granny pulled me closer, sticking her nipples deep inside my mouth. “Ughhh..” she moaned, as I licked her nipple with the tip of my tongue. Pretty soon, granny’s tits were drenched in my saliva.

My hands slowly made their way south, fondling granny’s fleshy waist and fingering her deep navel for a while as she squirmed. I put my knee in between granny’s thighs, and hiked up her saree, as I lifted my leg. Granny wasn’t wearing any panties, and as soon as my naked knee touched her dripping pussy, she shuddered a bit. And bit her lips in ecstasy. Soon, instincts took over and she held my leg between her thighs firmly and started grinding her pussy on my knee.

My hard dick felt like it was about to burst out of my boxers. I took granny’s free hand in mine and guided it inside the waistband of my boxers. Granny seemed to familiarize herself with the male anatomy as she stroked her fingers along the veiny shaft of my hard dick. She pulled down the foreskin and gave my dick a little squeeze. Her soft palms felt heavenly against my sensitive penis head.

I soon kicked off my boxers, giving her unhindered access to my love shaft. The fingers of my left hand replaced my knee, as I was knuckling deep inside her wet, juicy pussy. A young man in his sexual prime and a woman who should have been devoid of all sexual needs pleasuring each other like teenagers.

My fingers explored the insides of her soft wet pussy, stroking and massaging each nook and cranny, and as far as my fingers could reach. Both of us had gone beyond the point of no return. I ripped open her saree and her petticoat, rendering her completely naked except for her half-open blouse. Granny pushed me aside, and drew her knees up to her chest, her naked skin covering the rest of her naked skin. I was kneeling, just a few inches from her, my dick pointing directly at her.

I spat on my dick and started stroking it slowly, looking directly into granny’s eyes. Granny loosened up, and let her feet rest on either side. As her thighs parted, so did the lips of her pussy, as if inviting me to stick my dick inside her. I had other plans.

I knelt down, and let my tongue trace the outline of her pussy.

“Oh, my god!” Granny moaned, biting her lower lips. Her hands automatically grabbed my hair for support. “Even your grandfather never…” she stopped mid-sentence, moaning and squirming under me, while my tongue slid in and out of her pussy.

My hands reached up, and I started playing with her nipples and tits. squeezing them, pinching them to my heart’s content while my tongue pleasured her pussy. I pushed my head into her pussy so that my nose was rubbing her clit, while my mouth was busy sucking and tongue fucking her pussy. Granny let out a louder gasp.

I could feel her pussy tighten and stiffen under me. Pretty soon, I could feel her ass arch up from the bed, while my face tried to push her down. I focused my attention on her swollen clit, sucking on it like I had sucked on her nipples. Soon, granny exploded her love juices all over my chin and my neck, with my face held firmly between her thighs. I lapped up as much as I could, while granny loosened up.

When I peeped my head up, I saw an exhausted and spent granny, relaxing. Her naked breasts heaved up and down to match her panting, heavy breaths. I laid down there and continued to lick her and clean her up. Granny giggled once in a while when she felt my tongue tickle her pussy lips, and continued to lovingly caress my hair.

Granny unfurled her knotted hair, spreading out her long, soft mane, littered with grey hair on the pillow. She removed her blouse, threw it aside and beckoned me with a flick of her finger. Pure animalistic instincts took over as I pushed granny on her back, pinned her down and started kissing her in mad lust. My hips bucking against her saree clad waist, while my lips, tongue, and teeth licked, kissed and sucked on every bare inch of her wrinkled skin. “Ouch! Slowly!” she said, between her moans.

Every time I bucked my hips into hers, I could feel the heat radiating from the wet, satin folds of her pussy lips. She spread her legs apart, giving me better access to her. Soon, my dick made its way into granny’s pussy. The wetness in her cunt provided enough lubrication for my thick dick to slide in easily. With the very first stroke, my dick seemed to reach the deepest contours of her pussy.

Granny shuddered suddenly, as her sweet passage engulfed my shaft. I felt her wet, warm pussy fit my dick like a snug glove. It seemed like I could stay inside her forever. I held her for a moment, as she held me. Both of us unmoving, enjoying the stillness, anticipating the just that was to occur between our genitals.

After a few moments, I started to fuck her, burying my dick deep inside her, sliding back, and then ramming it back in. Granny matched my rhythm quite easily, and with every stroke, her fingers gripped my bare back extra tightly.

“Oh, fuck me, baby… yes…” she moaned. “It’s been so long since I felt a man between my legs. Fuck me, darling, fuck your granny!!” she moaned, as she bit her sexy lips. I held her frail body tightly, crushing her boobs underneath my chest and jackhammered into her pussy.

“Slowly!! Slowly!!” She yelled, “aaahhhhh…” I didn’t care for her screams, as I continued to pound her pussy ruthlessly with my dick. Soon her pleas for mercy turned into moans of pleasure. Each time my dick rammed her insides, she let out an aphrodisiac yelp that seemed to make my dick stronger.

“You like that Ganga Devi?” I said, and gave her a sloppy kiss, sucking on her delicious tongue, and forcing my own tongue down her throat.

Soon, I felt the sudden surge from my balls, releasing in an eruption that filled my granny’s pussy with thick spurts of cum. I pitched my dick deep inside of her until every drop of cum drained into her pussy.

Both of us held each other, breathing heavily while my dick lost its prowess, and slid out of her pussy, limp and spent, draining out a thin stream of our love juices onto the bed sheet under her ass.
Slowly we both drifted off to sleep, excitedly looking forward to the possibilities our new relationship would bring us.

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