Part 1 of Grandma fucking in lockdown

I was old enough that I could be his grandma. It was a long and difficult lockdown. Lonely. I wanted to feel the body of a man. It was so long.

It was so long ago that I felt the roughness of a moustache against my skin. Since I felt warm air in my ears. Because I felt like my body was heavy.

I was ready to feel like a man once more. Even though he was only 22 years old, I was ready to feel like a man again. During the lockdown, we had spoken many times on the telephone. It didn't seem like he was 30+ years older than me.

There was a lot we had in common. He seemed quite mature. I was not fooling myself, I knew it wasn't going to work out. However, that was not what I needed.

However, the lockdown was not over. It was still forbidden to meet indoors. He had called me to ask if he could visit mine. I had already said yes.

It felt almost like a secret meeting. It was more thrilling that we weren’t allowed to. I like to follow rules. I believe in law, order, and fairness.

Was it a GILF? A "grandma I would like to fuck?"?

I wondered if he thought of the possibility that I might be his grandma. He had told me that he liked the fact that I was older. He was fond of older women. He really liked grandma-age women.

I stood in front of my mirror. I looked at my cleavage, and felt the wrinkles. They are a reflection of me. My life story. They can be happy or sad for him.

I was tall and thin, and although my skin was starting to sag in places, I thought I looked great for my age. Elegant. My dark hair was just below my shoulders.

I wore a black silk negligee. It was only my naked body underneath. It was the only person who had ever seen it. Years.

The doorbell rang. I jumped slightly. I quickly put on a black gown. My heart raced.

I opened the door. I was a little more experienced than him, but I felt nervous. Perhaps it was because he was.

As I opened the door, he smiled hugely.

He simply said, "Finally,"

I welcomed him and asked him to come in.

We talked a lot about small things. We quickly finished the bottle of wine. His dark curls frame his face. It was hard to tell if the locks were too tight or if there wasn't a hairdresser.

After a final sip of wine, he asked me if I wanted the bedroom. When I answered "yes", my voice was slightly shaken.

He reached out to me and instructed me to guide the way.

Not a Grandma anymore

We finally reached my bedroom. The room is large and has a king-size bed. The room is framed by large white drawers. Potted plants were found on the windowsill and in the drawers.

He said, "Finally I have you in my bedroom." "Now let us see what's underneath your dress, huh?"

He grabbed my shoulders and turned me upside down. Then he moved my hair to one side. He took my zipper down, showing me my naked skin.

He pulled the dress over my shoulders and dropped it to the ground.

I was turned around by his hands. His face was now tense. As he looked up at me, his eyes darkened.

His lips suddenly touched mine. We kissed, hungry kisses. As if we were starving for kisses. His hands moved swiftly over my body. Passionate but romantic

He took off his shirt. His skin was soft and creamy. It was obvious that he hadn’t been out in the sun for a while. There were only a few small hairs on his chest. I struggled to find the button for his jeans.

I was helped by him and his pants were soon off. His chest was slightly larger than his thighs. Under his white boxers, there was a noticeable bulge.

He was kissing my neck and shoulders as well as my chest. It was as if his hands were all over the place at once. My body felt like an electrical current was running through it. This was the first time I felt so alive in a very long time.

I lost track of where I was. I forgot who I was. I didn't realise that I was old enough for him to call me grandma. He didn't seem bothered by my old age.

A head between my legs

I saw him naked and took off his boxers. His cock looked stunning. Hard. Straight up. He lifted my negligee from my shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

He reached for my breasts. They were cupped. Played with them. They kissed. He put his head between the two of them.

He was fast. His fingers were between my legs, fumbling on my clit. He put one of his fingers between my lips and slid it back and forth. He was simultaneously kissing me.

I held his cock in mine. I started slowly, and then I moved faster. He groaned in his mouth. My lips were tenderly bitten.

He grabbed me by the arms and pushed me onto the bed. His face was between my legs. My pussy.

My back was arched. His tongue expertly moved around my clit as he inserted one finger into me. It was as if he knew everything about me.

Everything started shaking and convulsing. I stopped breathing. He fingered me faster and licked me harder. My entire body burst into an intense orgasm.

I was floating above my body, outside it. My body fell on the mattress and I gasped for breath. I had been holding my breath for a bit too long.

I turned to look at him. I smiled at him, his head still between my legs. My chest was the only thing that moved in my body. The rest of my body was dead.

He said, "I'll let your rest, then I'll fuck that beautiful pussy,"