With his head wedged between my legs, Harry began his job of pussy eating. As a young man, my husband had been the most sought after cunt lapper in the city. Girls of all ages, and many older women sought him out whenever they required an expert to eat cunt. But as he grew older, Harry stopped eating pussy. He became more self-centered and worried about his own problems of raising and sustaining an erection. But now, with his tongue pressed against the V of my crotch, his old expertise, his old know-how came flooding hack. His eyes grew dreamy and he started to make love directly to my cunt.
"Love you," he said to the box. "You look so beautiful, so hairy and so damned beautiful. Kiss me," he said directly to the fluttering cuntal lips. "Kiss me smack on my mouth."
My lips of cunt distended and when he inserted his tongue, I managed to contract the pussy muscles. They clamped tight around my husband's tongue. Trapped within the confines of cunt, the flesh wriggled and writhed and tantalized the walls of my vagina to such an extent I commenced to shoot out rivulets of cunny-kum. Harry's jaws and mouth worked back and forth. He was literally eating cunt.
Looking back over his shoulder at the delightful scene of husband-wife oralism, Jackie broke into a wide grin. "Nice," he commented. "Every husband should eat his wife's cunt." Then, he added. "And every wife should eat another guy's prick. Makes it more interesting."
I began to wonder how the young boy had become so expert. How did he become so knowledgeable about the female genitals? Where did he learn how to lap a cunt? Was he fucking his own mother or some older woman in the neighborhood? But this was no time to ruminate about my grandson's knowledge of sex. He wanted me to eat him, and I would have to quickly perform, or antagonize him. Indeed, he began to grow immediately restless.
"Come on, Grandma," he called out in a peevish, impatient voice. "How about wrapping those gorgeous, red lips of yours around my stiff peter." Then, he added an ominous note.
"And when I started to blow out cream, I want you to swallow every drop. Every fucking drop," he added for emphasis.
I recoiled. "But darling, that's not nice. I'll blow you all right. But when you start to leak milk, I'll turn my face aside and let the tricklings roll down my back."
The boy became irate. "No, Goddammit! I want you to swallow every drop. I have to feel accepted," he answered. "And if you turn your face aside when I start leaking, you'll give me the impression I'm doing something filthy."
I groped for words. "But sweetheart," I replied as sweetly as possible. "Nice ladies don't swallow. Besides," I had to ask, "what difference does it make once the stuff is shooting through the head?"
"A helluva lot of difference!" Jackie raged. "Acceptance. I've got to feel wanted and needed around here. And that's one way of proving it. I'm not interested in words. I'm interested in action. Besides," he added, "my cream is coming out of a very young dick. The vitamins and minerals in the stuff will make you young. You couldn't buy cock-cream like mine for a million dollars."
The boy had raised a point. There had to be a veritable fountain of youth contained in the seminal vitamins. Perhaps, the vitamins taken in this manner would keep me young, even smooth out existing wrinkles. It was certainly worth the try.
Without making any promises, I nodded, "Suck cock. Got to eat peter. Stop talking and shove the meat in my mouth, Grandson."
The emphasis I placed on the word grandson, turned the boy on immediately. Clearly, the act of incest excited him as much as getting a female mouth wrapped around his cock. And then I knew the truth. The boy had been fucking a member of the family. I didn't know whether or not he was getting in his mother's pants but he could be screwing his aunt, or great-aunt. They were both hot cunt-types and would go down on the boy without a moment's hesitation. But this wasn't the time to dwell on such matters. This was the time to enjoy the situation. Eating a stiff male prick always made me hot. But the fact that I was sucking the cock that belonged to my own grandson sent me through the roof.
I was discovering something about my own sexuality. The act of incest turned me on, too.
Jackie handled himself like a veteran and this reinforced my notion that the boy had been actively engaged in having sexual relations with an immediate member of his own family. And that immediate member loved to suck his cock. He was literally using my mouth like a cunt. And I loved it! I loved strong, masterful men, and this boy was already exhibiting such qualities.
First, he reached down and grasped the cheeks of my face between both his hands. Holding my face firm, he guided his cockhead past the lips and over my tongue. His eyeballs rolled crazily around.
"Oh Grandma," he squealed, "your mouth feels hot and wet around my prick bone. Oh grams, suck me... suck me off. Take the load... every drop. Keep it up... Oh grameeee..." His voice rose in a high nasal whine. His hips began to thrust back and forth, his knees flexed to and fro, his long hair flew up and around him as though a gust of wind had entered the bedroom. And Jackie kept on raving about the terrific feel of my mouth on his cock.
Of course, I was, led by a feelings as well. Looking down at my husband Harry eating my pussy for the first time in many years gladdened my heart and quickened my pulse. Harry was thoroughly enjoying himself as his tongue darted in and out of my cunt and every now and then, he demonstrated his old expertise. He'd slip both hands under the cheeks of my ass, raise them up, and duck his head under the crease to spear my asshole with his tongue. But mostly, he concentrated on eating pussy. I started to get awfully wet down there. But that wetness was being created by a combination of factors. First, my oralling my own grandson's cock excited me to a fever pitch. Naturally, that excitement was reflected in a hot and wet cunt. Harry's tongue contributed a great deal to the state of my pussy, too. Between my husband and grandson, the temperature of my body rose to such a degree that I thought I'd burn up. I didn't. I merely blew my wad. And as I started to ejaculate, Jackie let lease, too.
"Take all of it, grams," he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Swallow every fucking drop of my cream. Don't spit out a single swallow."
At first, I fully intended to spit out every single drop of semen. I had never swallowed the stuff before although in my lifetime, I had eaten hundreds of different dicks before. But the swoosh of semen came so fast and so furious, I didn't have time to evade the flow. Inadvertently, I did swallow the first, gusher, and to my utter surprise, the thick, rich cream tasted sweeter than honey. I wanted more. Jackie gave me more. Smacking, my lips now, I looked up with adoring eyes and silently told him to keep up the flow. My lips, jaws, and facial muscles worked furiously to take in every drop that burst through the eye of my grandson's cockhead. A few driblets trickled down my chin but for the most part, the gobs of sweet-tasting dick dew were hungrily swallowed.
Between, my legs, Harry was emulating my example in the old days, he'd blow me with his tongue and then pull away as I started to stream. Now, he kept his face fastened to my cunt and when the lips opened to let the oily effluent through, he worked his throat and jaw muscles, too in an effort to drink every precious drop of cunt juice.
When finally, the last of the joy juice had been sucked out of our respective bodies, Jackie buckled backwards, and I had to push Harry away from my cunt since it was getting a bit numb.