Grandma Anna Semyonovna

Let me start with my age. I'm 54. I recently went to the countryside to get some heating installed at our dacha. They put me up with an old lady who lived next door. She was an ordinary old lady, and very easy to talk to. She often used swear words in conversation, making jokes. Her jokes were often below the belt. She was pleasant-looking, plump, with a huge ass and seven-cup breasts. Her name was Anna Semyonovna. I arrived at the site in the late afternoon. When we sat down to dinner, she poured me a shot and shared it with me. I thanked her for the treat and went to bed. The next morning, my hostess woke me to the clatter of dishes as she bustled about in the kitchen. A light breakfast and I was already at the site, which was located on the neighboring property. I worked all day, breaking only for lunch. “And I’m following you,” I heard Anna Semyonovna’s voice as I was installing the fasteners. “What is it?” I responded. "Okay, it's time for lunch. War is war, but lunch is on schedule," Granny said with a smile and stopped next to me, coming closer. I didn't object and rose from my knees, brushing the dust off my pants. "It's not a big job, it can stand still," Anna Semyonovna added another proverb. She chattered nonstop during dinner. There weren't many people in the village, so there was no one to talk to. And here were fresh ears! During the conversation, I learned she was 79. Without paying attention to her chatter, I quickly ate my portion and went into the yard for a smoke. After the smoke break, I headed back to the neighboring plot and stayed there until evening. In the evening, getting ready to go to the store, I asked if maybe I should buy her something. "Yeah, I think I have everything. Have some vodka, if you don't mind," she said with a guilty expression. I bought everything and came back, she had already set the table. She got out all kinds of pickles - cucumbers, mushrooms. "Wash your hands and sit down at the table," she commanded me as I took the two bottles of vodka I'd bought out of the bag. I looked, and she was already looking "pretty." She must have given me a little something to drink while I was at the store. We sat down at the table. We knocked back some vodka and ate. I started praising the appetizers. After two drinks, my hostess couldn't stop talking. I sat and listened, taking in her appearance. Then I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Her udders under her robe jiggled with every movement of her hands. Captivated by this mesmerizing spectacle, I ignored all her chatter. “Do you mind if I feel at home?” she asked, noticing where I was staring. I didn’t even have time to figure out what to answer, feeling a slight shame. - Well, don't pay attention. "Yes, it's fine," I tell her, "don't be shy. I'm used to it. My mother-in-law always wore it like this." I reached for the bottle and filled the shot glasses with vodka. Granny was already quite tipsy. Her conversation became even more promiscuous when she heard about her mother-in-law. "Did you lift up your mother-in-law's skirt?" she asked me with an ingratiating look. “It happened,” I answered without thinking. “Oh, what am I saying, you old fool,” Anna Semyonovna stopped short. "It's nothing special, it's the usual thing," I replied, fantasizing about peering under her robe. The woman bustled about, collecting dirty plates from the table. As she carried the dishes to the sink, one fork fell to the floor. She placed the plates in the sink and bent over to pick up the fallen item. Straightening up, she tugged at her robe, which had been "chewed" by her enormous backside. This arousing fact was immediately noticed by my gaze, devouring the granny. Realizing that Anna Semyonovna was two steps away from me and that she was wearing absolutely no underwear under her robe, I began to involuntarily become aroused. "Your mother-in-law is probably younger than me?" the hostess continued to inquire. - Well, yes. And did your son-in-law lift up your skirt? - Oh, no. — Is it okay that I talk to you about this? - Yes, please! Anna Semyonovna sat back down in her chair and indicated that I should refill the glasses. After she'd downed another round of the relaxing potion, she resumed the conversation. "Even though I wasn't against it. I lost my husband early on, and sometimes I wanted him so much that I would have given him to anyone, even my son-in-law. And now, who needs me like this?!?" "Come on, don't be hard on yourself. You're an interesting woman, despite your age," I tried to reassure her. — And yet she's old and fat. Is your mother-in-law the same size? “No. Mine is more petite,” I answered, without even thinking about my words. "That's it!" the hostess said with a sigh and began to talk about something else. We talked about a lot more. She somehow gradually moved away from the erotic topic. Well, I thought it wasn't meant to be. Fool. I lost the thread. We drank some more, and the conversation turned to nothing at all. I thought, I'll go to bed. I wished her goodnight and went into the bedroom. I was about to fall asleep when I heard him crying. Well, I thought, Vodka is crying and fell asleep. I woke up to someone caressing me between my legs. I opened my eyes. My mistress was sitting on the floor next to the bed, her hand on the blanket near my groin, trying to feel my penis. Noticing that I was awake, she stopped her movements. "Forgive me, son, don't scold the old woman. I haven't held a live dick in my hands for many years... Don't scold me, let me touch it, let me smell what a man smells like. I'm going crazy, please, I beg you, don't push me away," she whispered. Oh, fuck!!! I was thinking the whole time about how to start. It seemed like she was an old-school woman – I couldn't hit on her. But then she started it herself! – flashed through my head. "What are you talking about!?! Aunt Anya, I wanted to do the same, I just didn't know how to start," I began to justify myself. “You fool, I even started talking about my mother-in-law on purpose, I thought you’d understand,” she continued. I threw back the blanket. My cock visibly hardened, pushing the material of my underwear up. "Of course, I'm not as slim as you men want me to be. But don't push me away, please, at least let me touch and smell my balls," Anna Semyonovna said, hesitating to place her hand on the mound that had formed below my waist. I pulled off my panties and, taking her hand, placed it on my cock, which was as hard as a stake. "Oooh! Real, warm," the hostess said admiringly. "I'm not kicking you out, Aunt Anya. Do whatever you want," I reassured the woman. I started stroking her head, neck, and moved up to her breasts. She took my cock in her mouth, sucked, licked my balls, and swallowed them. The pleasure was incredible! I couldn't hold back for long from the overwhelming caresses and began to cum. Granny sensed it and wrapped her lips tighter around my cock. She didn't let go until the very end of my ejaculation. She swallowed everything without spilling a single drop. “Let’s go, Aunt Anya, let’s have a smoke,” I suggested when she finally pulled away from my dick. She got up from her knees. I hugged her and started kneading her ass. "Crumble me, crumple me harder, don't be squeamish - I'm clean. I washed up while you were shopping," the satisfied hostess said. I started to grope her, and she was shaking all over. I reached under her belly and felt her overgrown pubic area. Anna Semyonovna paused for a moment and spread her legs slightly so I could reach her pussy. Boldly parting the "bushy" area, I pushed my fingers through her swollen labia. Inserting two fingers at once into her hot cleft, I was stunned by the abundance of lubricant inside her. It was simply flowing—it was so wet that my fingers slid inside with ease. "Oh, let me catch my breath, or I'll die!" Aunt Anya gasped. She stepped toward the kitchen, and I followed her. As I walked, I secretly brought the hand that had just been in my mistress's cunt to my nose. The pleasant smell of her secretions made my penis tense again. We turned on the light in the kitchen and sat back down. The table had been cleared. Only the breadbasket and the glasses next to it were covered with an embroidered towel. “Let’s have one each,” Anna Semyonovna suggested and stood up, heading to the refrigerator. She placed the half-empty bottle on the table and was about to reach for the snacks, but I stopped her. I filled the glasses and offered to clink them. The clink of the crystal glasses rang loudly in the stillness of the night. We drank in silence, continuing to look at each other. “Come on, I’ll caress you now,” I suggested. - I'll go wash myself. - No need. I'll wash you with my tongue. When we entered the bedroom and she took off her robe, I was stunned. What a woman! A real one! Her body, of course, had the imperfections of old age, but it was not at all off-putting. I laid her down on the bed and positioned myself between her legs. Her broad, fleshy pubis, covered with light hair, was twenty centimeters from my face. Parting her slightly worn thighs, I kissed my mistress below her navel. Despite Anna Semyonovna's large build, her cunt was, on the contrary, small and neat. Parting her labia, I began to lick her. How she got carried away when I licked her! Within a moment, her cunt was filled with the same moisture I'd only recently been trying to smell through my nose. Now I could taste this arousing, mind-blowing elixir. “Fuck me quickly,” she said to me. I moved higher. Climbing her like a mountain, I abruptly inserted my swollen cock into her dripping cunt. Immediately after I penetrated her, she began to moan. I realized my dick was too small to properly fuck such a car. I suggested she get on all fours. Things went better. I felt her cunt "playing" – squeezing my cock. Pleasure! Wetting my thumb with saliva, I began to massage my girlfriend's anus. Aunt Anya's asshole proved quite accommodating, allowing me to insert the entire length of my finger. Anna Semyonovna squealed with pleasure. Focusing on my sensations, I moved closer to my new acquaintance's protruding ass. As I drove my heated cock all the way into her blazing cunt, I felt the swollen shaft rubbing against the elastic walls of her vagina. The realization that my finger was completely buried in the older woman's other, even tighter hole made my heart beat faster. The slapping of our bodies, the characteristic squelching of female flesh, Aunt Anya's moans and squeals—all of this went on for about fifteen minutes. I couldn't take any more. I began to cum, flooding my mistress's cunt with a fair amount of sperm. Slowing the pace, I continued to fuck my elderly girlfriend for a while. Having released the last drop, my penis began to wither until it fell completely exhausted from her heated hole. Only then did I withdraw my finger from Aunt Anya's anus. We lay there in silence for a while, breathing heavily. "My husband only licked me three times, and he was drunk. And I rarely sucked him off. We rarely fucked, anyway; he didn't really care whether I wanted it or not," the mistress said. I turned silently to her and placed my hand on her breast. Finding her protruding nipple, I began to knead it. Then I switched to the other breast. "Let's go to the kitchen. We'll have another drink. Just don't get dressed. I want to see you naked," Aunt Anya suggested. “Then you shouldn’t get dressed either. When else will I see such beauty?” I supported her, quietly switching to the informal “you.” We had a couple more drinks. I noticed my granny was getting quite tipsy. I suggested she go to bed. She readily agreed and tried to get up from her chair. It was hard for her. Taking her arm, I led her to the bed and went to my own. In the morning, the amount of alcohol we'd consumed the previous day left us both feeling unwell. After a silent breakfast, I went off to do some odd jobs, while Anna Semyonovna took up housework. I didn't stop for lunch. In the evening, I decided to finish work early. I headed straight from the site to the store. This time, I only bought one bottle of vodka. Arriving at my mistress's house, I slipped my hand under her robe right from the doorway. To my undisguised delight, she was wearing no panties. “I decided to finish early today,” I said, trying to start the conversation. Anna Semyonovna looked at me with an indifferent gaze and did not answer. “Let’s have a little, otherwise it’s kind of shitty,” I suggested, addressing my ardent “lover” formally again. She didn't refuse. We sat down at the table and drank. We were silent. — You seem so serious. What happened? — It happened yesterday. What have you done? You old fool. "Oh, come on. Everything was great," I replied, immediately guessing the reason for my bad mood. To avoid prolonging the pause, I poured another shot and handed it to the hostess. She took it from my hand without hesitation. "I really enjoyed it yesterday! I've always liked older women. Why don't you find someone else if you enjoy fucking so much?" "Who's going to find any in the village? They've all gotten drunk and left. A village is a village, and you'll be ashamed if you start having affairs with someone. And who needs an old woman anyway? And then you showed up, and I lost my mind. Whatever happens, I thought. If you're not from around here, you'll leave and won't remember your grandmother. At first, I wanted to ask you outright at the table, but I was afraid. I went to bed, but I couldn't stand it. So I made up my mind." I knelt down in front of her, and she relaxed. I parted the hem of her robe and began kissing her knees and thighs. "Let's go to the bed, I can't spread out here. The cow is fat," the hostess suggested. In the bedroom, I put her on the bed doggy style. Absolutely gorgeous! Her ass was big, with age-appropriate cellulite, and her asshole was a funnel! I started kissing her ass, then reached her secret hole and licked it. How she twirled and moaned! It turned out she'd never had her ass licked or had it fucked in the ass. I started to tongue-fuck that virgin hole. I felt her release, and my tongue was slipping in quite deep. I offered to give her a try. She readily agreed. I stood above her and tried to shove my dick into her ass. "Ouch, that hurts!" Anna Semyonovna suddenly jerked, "Don't go too deep!" Only the tip of my cock could fit into the slightly stretched cleft. I began rubbing it against the walls of her ass, increasing the tempo. Every time I tried to push my cock deeper, Aunt Anya twitched, letting me know she was in pain. After a while, I finally experienced a wave of orgasm, shooting a hefty load into my mistress's ass. Pulling the head out, I spread her plump ass cheeks with my hands to enjoy the sight of her asshole being stretched. "I've always dreamed of finding a young man who would stay with me until I got off. But how can you find one? Who needs an old woman?" Aunt Anya said, still standing in front of me on all fours. "You're wrong to think that about yourself. Lots of men, even younger than me, dream of women like that." "There was a guy my age in town. It wasn't sex with him, it was torture. He couldn't get it up, and if he did, he'd fall over halfway." We got out of bed and headed back to the kitchen. "It's a good thing you only took one bottle today. My head was splitting this morning. It's either drink or fuck," the hostess said as I poured vodka into glasses. Fully supporting Aunt Anya's position, I filled the glasses only halfway. We started talking about various topics again. I asked her about squirting, but she didn't even know what it was. I explained it briefly. - Let's go and try it?! — I don’t even know if I can. We went back to the bedroom. “We should at least lay down a rag, although what good will it do?” the hostess worried as she lay down on the bed. I started fucking her while lying on top of her. Then I knelt down in front of her and started jerking her pussy and clit off with my dick at breakneck speed. I thrust my dick into her again, lifting her legs onto my shoulders. After a while, I started hitting her clit again. Her clit grew larger and turned purple. I had to jerk her off several times until I got the desired result. Grandma shuddered under my pressure and released a few squirts. "Oh, what was that? Mommy, what was that?" the elderly partner gasped. “Come on, stand over my face and rub yourself as hard as you can, and I’ll help you with my tongue,” I suggested. Aunt Anya abruptly changed her position and positioned herself above me, bringing her hairy pussy closer to my face. “Lick me there,” she asked. I began to lick the woman's flesh hanging above me. Grandma's cunt lips were swollen, her clitoris drooped, turning into a ripe cherry. Even the color was the same. She began to rub it with her fingers. Holding her body above me, I admired the picture before me. Aunt Anya rubbed her clitoris more and more vigorously. After slapping her cunt, she inserted her fingers into her vagina. With fingers wet with lubricant, she continued rubbing her "cherry." The sight of all this simply burst my cock with excitement. Rubbing her aroused clitoris, the mistress tensed so much that her cunt swelled. It seemed as if her uterus was about to fall out. I tried to attach my tongue to this insane beauty. Feeling the hot walls of flesh, I threw my head back onto the bed. A little later, a strong stream of urine hit me on the chin. And again, and again. It all happened very quickly. Anna Semyonovna collapsed, crushing my head with her hot, wet, hairy cunt. I even felt scared for a moment. I thought the old woman was fucked. Well, and me, too, of course. She lay on top of me, wheezing. She was shaking all over. I almost suffocated, being under such a massive mass. I felt her moving, trying to roll over. I lifted her up and crawled out from under her. - Everything is fine? - asked her. She just nodded in response, still breathing heavily. I went to the kitchen. I poured myself some vodka. I was sitting there, all wet, covered in granny. I saw Aunt Anya coming out of the bedroom, barely moving and holding onto the partition. She came up to me and started licking me like a cat. "Well, now it wouldn't be a shame to die. You've fucked me well these past two days," the satisfied woman said tenderly. "Well, that's a shame! It's too early for you to be thinking about death," I replied affirmatively. On the third day of our fucking, there was no end. Having bent my mistress over in the morning, I eagerly awaited lunch. Before lunch, as I washed my hands and dried them with a towel, Anna Semyonovna quickly pulled down my pants and began giving me a blow job. Having longed for feminine affection for half a day, my penis immediately became erect and within minutes rewarded my mistress with a portion of freshly squeezed sperm. Before bed, Aunt Anya again stood before me on all fours, displaying her charms. The next day, at lunch, I announced that I was finishing today - there were only a couple of hours of work left. "Are you going home this evening?" Anna Semyonovna asked, not hiding the sadness in her voice. "I wanted to stay. I'll leave tomorrow morning. If that's okay, of course?" I replied. My granny just smiled and kissed me on the cheek, patting my back with her hand. As I packed all my tools into the trunk and was folding my work clothes in the entryway, the woman of the house came out and approached me. I tried to get under her robe again, but she pulled my hand away. “Did you wash your hands?” she said in a cheerful voice. — I didn't have time. - So why are you wasting time? As if on cue, my dick pressed against the material of my panties. Fifteen minutes later, Anna Semyonovna and I were lying on the bed. “You know, you’ve done so much good for me these past few days,” the woman began in a quiet voice. I had no idea what this conversation was about. I lay on my back, hugging Aunt Anya and squeezing her enormous breasts. “Do you really like it in the ass?” she asked, looking into my eyes. - Certainly! "I washed myself there. Let's try again," she suggested. I didn't need to be persuaded twice to do this. I agreed with great pleasure. Anna Semyonovna got out of bed and grabbed a tube of Vaseline from the dresser. I took it from her hands with excitement, realizing what a piquant event was about to unfold. My mistress, as usual, got on all fours on the bed, her plump ass thrust out before me. Smearing Vaseline around her anus, I began inserting two, then three, fingers of my hand into it. It seemed as if her ass was already ready to accept something else. Of course, that "something else" was my penis, swollen with arousal. I raised myself up and slowly inserted myself all the way in. I heard her moan. "Maybe I shouldn't do this if it hurts?" I asked my partner, just in case. “Go on, don’t pay attention, I’ll be patient,” the lustful granny encouraged me with her agreement. Overexcited, I was ready to cum in just a short time. I thrust my cock balls-deep and began pounding Aunt Anya's asshole. She buried her head in the pillow to keep from distracting me with her moans. I didn't have to torment her for long. Watching my cock rhythmically enter and exit the older woman's tight asshole, I experienced a thrill. The sensations quickly brought me to climax. Slowing my pace, I began to cum with pleasure, filling the exposed hole with sperm. Stopping, I pressed myself tightly against Anna Semyonovna's ass. My withering member throbbed for a moment in the tight opening. Pleased with the quick outcome, we lay on the bed for a while, then continued fucking in the classic style. “And why do you like old women?” the hostess asked, falling asleep. - Don't know. - After all, I have wrinkles, and it’s not as tight between my legs as it is for young people, and my belly hangs over my pussy... — I often spied on my mother. I imagined her with me, jerked off to her. "I used to spy on my son sometimes, too. And he'd spied on me more than once. But I never had any desire to have sex with him. If he'd asked, I don't even know how I'd have reacted; maybe I'd have given in." I continued to listen to her through my sleep. - And you probably imagined your mother when you fucked me? - Of course. Especially when you called me son. - Well, consider that you fucked her! We laughed and fell asleep. "My heirs will take me to the city in a few days. I'll be back next year, in May. If I'm alive, come back in the summer," Anna Semyonovna said to me as I got behind the wheel of my car.