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Part two. The first part is here https://.com/s/taking-care-of-granny
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1970s Ireland. Looking back, my clumsy first lovemaking attempts with Granny may have been frustrating for her, but patience and loving devotion got us through.
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When I awoke in the morning Granny was standing near the bed getting dressed. Her thigh-length blue knickers were on and I watched curiously as she put on her bra. With well practised hands, she expertly clipped it closed in front of her chest and twisted it around her torso and slipped in her arms. She lifted her breasts by turn into the cups and wriggled to get them settled. Now her bust stood out firmly with the faint shape of her nipple poking through. She turned and saw I was awake and smiled. She reached for her dress and dropped it gracefully over her frame, closing her buttons. She seemed to enjoy being watched.
“Time for breakfast” she said as left the room. I lay in her bed for a minute feeling the joy in my heart radiate through my body.
It was a relatively busy day as I attended to chores. I cooked, washed dishes and shopped for food. An old friend dropped by to say hello and Granny held my hand gently as she introduced me to her. As I prepared pots of tea with apple tart for them I heard them laughing and tittering in the dining room. After we waved her away later that evening, she turned and kissed me, long and wet. “Thank you for being so attentive” she whispered. “I will call you in a little while to help me in the bathroom”.
Granny obviously wanted to keep her toilet habits private so I stood waiting at the door listening to her: the gush of piss, the sound of her shitting. I felt a little guilty, was I disrespecting her wishes? When she called me in there was still a faint smell. “I need to shower now”. I turned on the shower and helped her undress. With unsure hands I opened her dress buttons and bra clips. I watched her tits flop down onto her big soft belly. I pulled her knickers down to her ankles and she stepped away. “Won’t you join me?” she asked and I shrugged off my t-shirt and jeans.
A disabled-access shower had been installed a few years before so there was plenty of room for us both. I knew bathing was very important to Granny I reminded her how she used to lecture us regularly as youngsters about the importance of daily washing. I stroked her white hair back as the warm water started washing over her and joked “don’t forget behind your ears too”. We both laughed.
Her favourite soap was called Imperial Leather and it created a rich creamy lather. I rubbed the bar of soap across her shoulders and down her back. Then I caressed the lather into her neck and throat as I worked by way to her chest, her armpits and under her breasts. “Ooh yes” she said. In slow circular motions I soaped the soft expanse of her belly and came down to her pussy. I circled around it carefully but she moved her feet apart to widen the gap and invite my hand deeper. “Do my bum too” she whispered. I took a handful of lather and brought it into her backside. I worked it into her ass crack and I could feel her anus with my finger. “That’s it Mikey, just there”. She leaned over with her hands on the tiled wall. I studied the beautiful old italian tile patterns as my left index finger penetrated her backside to soap her thoroughly. She sat on the shower chair and I washed her feet which showed her age maybe more than anywhere else in her body. Although her monthly chiropodist visits kept them in pretty decent shape, the gnarled and bony features stood out. For some reason I found the touch of them very stimulating. “Thank you” she said as she straightened up. “Now it’s my turn.”
She örnekköy escort worked the soap efficiently and methodically, starting from my chest. “What a strong man my Mikey has become” she muttered to herself as if I wasn’t there, as she caressed my pecs with her fingertips and her nails brushed my nipples. My erection was pressing into her stomach but she paid it no heed. She worked her way around to my ass and washed up and down my crack, then between my legs and around the front and under my balls. She gently and confidently peeled back my foreskin and soaped up my knob. “Oh granny”I I moaned and threw back my head. When she took away her hand I grabbed myself in frustration to finish myself off, but she said “please no Mike, I need you to hold it”. I held it back for her.
She had me wash my own feet and afterwards we dried off and brushed teeth. She had many of her own teeth left. She caressed my face and said “please shave Mike”. I had taken in recent times to cultivating stubble but I carefully shaved it for her.
In the bedroom after we dried off she asked me to moisturise her breasts once more. It was a warm night and we remained naked. We lay on the bed and kissed.
“I’m a very old lady”.
“I don’t care Granny, I love you”
“I love you too Mikey. But you should know that my fanny doesn’t work now like it used to. Can you do something for me?”
She had me stand next to the bed beside her. Then she reached out for my cock and pumped it slowly, expertly, firmly. I felt the force rise inside me.
She brought her two hands to her fanny and pulling her lips open she said “please finish on me just here”.
I squatted and brought the head of my cock to her lips just in time as I erupted and shot onto her. It was a very long intense orgasm and I understood now.
As I recovered, she gathered the semen from her pubic hair swept it into her pink fanny. “Now just watch” she said.
With two fingers she moved in small circular motions. It was difficult to see exactly what she was doing as her fingers had sunk beneath the folds of skin.
“I need your saliva Mike” and I leaned over and as she again opened her gash for me I aimed and dropped a mouthful of saliva into her. I watched as she moved it in and around herself.
“Mmm” and she closed her eyes and her head went back. I watched my beautiful grandmother who I adored more than anyone in the world as she appeared to lose herself. Her breast was hanging over the side of her body under her arm and I knelt on the floor and took it between my lips. “Yes Mike yes that’s so good” as she worked herself towards orgasm. I gently sucked the tips of the nipples between my lips and then, carried away with the passion of the moment I opened up and filled my mouth with as much breast tissue as I could I sucked it forcefully down my throat until I was gagging. “Ah” she cried and she spasmed.
Her passion faded away. I thought she had fallen asleep when she said “I’m ready for you now”.
She motioned me onto the bed and opened her legs. I leaned over her in the missionary position while she guided me to her and caressed her pussy with the head of my penis. I felt it swimming in the hot mixture of fluids. “Fill me with your juice” she whispered as she brought the head to her lips and gently pulled me by the cock into her. I sank down, through the magical veils of skin. Down down and further again. How could it go so deep?” I thought.
Finally I was inside my granny. Our bodies as one. I was careful not to put my weight on her, yet I wanted to feel our skin in contact. My legs between hers. My flat, fit,18-year old abs in beautiful congress with her fat folds. Her tits pressing against my chest. Our eyes locked in focus. Her breath on my face.
I started pumping and she said “slowly slowly osmancık escort my sweetheart, you won’t last long like that”. I backed off and took slower shallower thrusts. “There you go”. I felt her movements beneath me. At her age she was never going gyrate like a porn star but I tuned into the subtle pattern and timed my strokes to hers. Slowly we became as one. Her fingers stroking my back as we rocked together. I felt the grip of her pussy on me and I knew an orgasm was coming and I couldn’t stop. “I’m coming Granny”. “Yes my sweety, keep going don’t stop, give your granny your beautiful juice. Fill me up with your love. Give it all to me”.
The moment felt sacred and wondrous. I thought of angels. I thought of the Big Bang and the dawn of creation.
I’ll never forget it until the day I die. I felt my essence leave my body and enter granny in the most powerful convulsions of orgasm I had ever had in my admittedly limited sexual experience up to that time. Not wanting to hurt her, I fell to the side and couldn’t move.
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Obviously we ate and looked after our basic needs but otherwise we made love most of the next two days. During the day we had to remain partially dressed in case visitors came. In those days there was no pre-warning and people were inclined to drop by unannounced.
She taught me many things. She showed me how to massage her shoulders, stroke her hair and rub her feet. She told me that women need to be warmed up gradually. I shouldn’t go straight for the obvious intimate parts, to start with soft words, smiles and laughter, to follow that with kisses. To stay on the periphery at first: hair, hands, feet. She told me every woman was different, there was no formula, that even the same woman could vary, depending on her mood. I had to listen to her body. She noticed how I loved to touch her feet and I spent an hour washing, drying and powdering her beautiful feet and toes until the priest Father Murphy called to the door and interrupted us.
Her body was unshaved in the old-fashioned way. Soft silvery hair lined her calves and thighs and I loved the sensory feeling of it beneath my hands. It extended to her buttocks and blended into her pubic hair and spilled onto her belly. I learned to caress with the direction of the hair growth. Her long silky armpit hair could be gently tugged. Her head hair could be grabbed in a fist and ever slightly squeezed into a ball to pull it a little from her scalp. I spent an afternoon just rubbing her belly. She lamented how soft and flabby it had become but I loved the feeling of it in my hands. I used too much body cream and she became sticky with it and we had to wash it off.
I massaged her broad shoulders, feeling the strength and vitality in her bones and sinews. I worked my way to her buttocks, kneading and rolling them as she instructed me step by step, gazing at her puckered ass hole and the odd glimpse of her fanny. She told me that some women don’t like to be touched on their arse and best to leave it until they are very stimulated.
She gently scolded me when I touched her nipples. She told me how to first kiss the entuire breast, to fondle and tease and work my way around, gradually coming closer to the nipple like a celtic spiral. How to touch lightly early in lovemaking but how to be more forceful and firm as orgasm was nearing.
She opened her legs under the warm morning sunlight that streamed through her wide window and allowed me to explore her pussy. “Go ahead, you have free reign.” I opened the lips with my fingers and stared with innocent fascination. Using a generous dollop of ky lubricant I explored her with my fingers. I mentally documented the topography of her layered flesh, I caressed underneath the folds of her outer lips. I felt the hardness of her osmangazi escort clitoris and she showed me how to approach it gradually from the sides and underneath, to leave the tip alone until late in the lovemaking process and only with the lightest of touches. I caressed, pulled and softly pinched her inner lips, noticing how they filled out under my hand. I penetrated her cautiously with my finger but she urged me onwards, telling me she was very turned on now and I could be more forceful. I brought two fingers inside and rotated them slowly around, exploring the soft dimpled texture of her inner flesh and the firm swelling of the back of her clitoris. She instructed me in stroking her from inside. Then she licked her fingers and began masturbating her clit with two fingers as I watched from inches away. Her hips bucked with pleasure and she came again.
I used my tongue to lick her but the bitter taste of the K-Y didn’t agree with me so we washed ourselves again. With my tongue I could follow the same path through the labyrinth of her fanny that I had earlier learned with my fingers, feeling my saliva softening and moistening the surface. I went along lazy and slow, often raising my head to glance at her eyes and admire the sweep of her naked body before me.
“I’m a little sore now Mike, let’s change it a bit.” She turned over on her front and put two firm pillows under her hips so her arse cocked up in the air. “Would you like to try this my darling? Now some men don’t like it so I really don’t mind if it doesn’t agree with you. I know you love me but don’t do anything you don’t want to.” I caressed her saggy white buttocks and parted them to see the much darker flesh beneath. A thin coat of wispy silver pubes extended from her pussy up along the cleft and ending in the small of her back. I pressed my nose to her butthole and deeply inhaled her musky earthiness. “I love it Granny” I called in delight. I slowly ran my wet tongue up the full length of her, savouring the taste of her and allowing my saliva to coat her skin. The pleasure from that was so intense I repeated a few times, pausing around her hole where it was especially silky smooth and hair-free.
“Oh Mike you’re a natural!” she laughed.
She instructed me to spread her cheeks wider to open her more. I saw it expand slightly before me and she directed me to investigate with the tip of my tongue. I wriggled and worked my tongue inside her, maybe a centimetre or so. I felt so honoured and so proud that my dear grandmother should grant me this intimacy and delight. I repeatedly squeezed and released her buttocks as I worked. “Can I finger you Granny?” and she had me lick my little finger and slowly enter her. She pushed her arse back to meet my finger but I saw what appeared to be a grimace of pain on her face and I stopped.
“Gran, are you alright?”
“Oh my sweet darling, my old arse can’t really take it any longer. If only I was younger I could open more for you. I’m so sorry.”
She began to weep and I slowly withdrew my finger and held her in my arms. I declared my love, reassurance and devotion for her with all the words I could muster and kissed her tears. I had never seen her weep before. She was always the strong one, but here I was now being the support she needed. It scared me, but I knew it was time to show some spine, to step up and be the man in the relationship. She sobbed into my chest and I stroked her hair and whispered soothing words of comfort and love.
In a few minutes she looked up and gave a little laugh through her tears. I smiled in relief and she took hold of cock and started stroking it. “You, my handsome young man, need some relief, don’t you.” We laughed together and I took her tit in my mouth, while with one hand she stroked my head and with the other hand she wanked me off slowly. I came in slow pumps all across her belly and she continued until the last drops were out, whispering words of encouragement and kissing my forehead when I finally released her tit.
Our lovemaking was disturbed by a phone call. I answered it in the hallway. Aunt Mary was recovering well and would return tomorrow afternoon.
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