Chapter 38 FUCKING MY EX’S GRANDMA IN HER KITCHEN PART 1
Kinks: agegap, incest, rough sex, oral sex
I spotted Margaret struggling with her grocery bags outside her apartment building. She was my ex-girlfriend's grandma, all of 65, with those soft curves and warm eyes that always seemed to hide a spark. I hadn't seen her in years, but damn, the age gap only made my pulse race. I was 28, fit from the gym, muscles tight under my shirt, and something about her elegant maturity pulled at me like a magnet. I jogged over, flashing my confident smile.
'Hey, Margaret, let me help with those,' I said, taking the heavy bags from her hands. Our fingers brushed, and I felt a jolt. She looked up at me, her eyes widening in surprise, then softening with recognition.
'Jake? Oh, goodness, it's been so long. Thank you, dear.' Her voice was warm, like honey, and she led the way to her door.
The building smelled faintly of fresh bread from the bakery downstairs, and her apartment was cozy, filled with soft light from the afternoon sun streaming through lace curtains. As I set the bags on her kitchen counter, I couldn't hold back. My eyes locked on her, tracing the way her blouse hugged her full breasts, the sway of her hips in that simple skirt.
She turned to me, cheeks flushing a little. 'You didn't have to do that, but I'm glad you did.' I stepped closer, my body heat mixing with hers in the small space.
The kitchen was warm, counters cluttered with spices and a half-chopped onion from earlier. I reached out, tucking a stray silver hair behind her ear, my thumb grazing her cheek.
'I've missed seeing you,' I murmured, my voice low and bold. It was a lie—I'd barely thought of her until now—but it felt right. Her breath hitched, and she didn't pull away. Instead, her eyes darkened with something hungry, secret. The age between us? It fueled me, made me want to claim her right there.
Before she could respond, I closed the gap, my lips crashing onto hers. She gasped into the kiss, but then her mouth opened, soft and eager, her tongue meeting mine in a deep, fiery tangle. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to send heat straight to my cock. I pulled her against me, feeling her soft body press into my hard muscles, her curves yielding under my dominance.
We kissed like we were starving, her lips tasting of faint lipstick and mint. I backed her against the counter, my hands roaming down her sides, squeezing her hips.
She moaned softly, the sound vibrating through me, making my dick throb in my jeans. 'Jake... this is... oh,' she whispered between kisses, but there was no stopping in her voice—only want.
I broke the kiss, trailing my mouth to her neck, sucking gently on the warm skin there. She tilted her head back, exposing more, her hands sliding into my hair.
'I've dreamed of a young man like you touching me,' she admitted breathlessly, her voice thick with emotion. It hit me hard—her vulnerability mixed with lust, the way she craved this after years of quiet life. I wanted to give it to her, to dominate every inch.
My hands found the buttons of her blouse, undoing them slowly, teasing. One by one, until it fell open, revealing her lace bra cupping those full, heavy breasts. They were soft yet firm, marked by time but so inviting. I pushed the fabric aside, my mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard. She arched, a whimper escaping her. 'Yes, Jake... just like that.'
I lavished attention on her tits, licking the pebbled peaks, biting lightly until she squirmed. My cock strained against my zipper, aching to be free, but I held back, savoring her reactions. Her hands fumbled with my shirt, pulling it off, her palms exploring my chest, tracing the ridges of my abs. 'You're so strong,' she breathed, awe in her voice that made my dominance surge.
I dropped to my knees, my face level with her skirt. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I tugged it down along with her panties, exposing her. Her pussy was neat, silver hairs framing pink folds already glistening with wetness. The scent of her arousal hit me—musky, real, intoxicating. She was experienced, eager, her thighs parting slightly as I looked up at her.
'Tell me you want this,' I commanded, my voice rough, eyes locked on hers.
'I do... please, Jake,' she pleaded, her warm eyes pleading too, a mix of shyness and fire.
I dove in, my tongue flattening against her clit, licking slow at first. She bucked, hands gripping the counter. I sucked her folds into my mouth, tasting her tangy sweetness, my fingers spreading her wider. Her moans filled the kitchen, raw and unrestrained. I thrust my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, while my thumb circled her clit. She was soaking, her juices coating my chin, her body trembling under my control.
'Oh God, your mouth... it's too good,' she gasped, her hips grinding against my face. The emotional pull hit me—seeing this elegant woman unravel for me, the forbidden thrill of her age and our history. I ate her out relentlessly, sucking her clit until her legs shook, her breaths coming in sobs of pleasure.
Standing up, I wiped my mouth, then unzipped my jeans, freeing my thick cock. It sprang out, hard and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip. Her eyes widened, hungry. 'I need to fuck you now,' I growled, lifting her onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me close, her soft curves pressing into my hard body.
I positioned myself, the head of my dick nudging her wet entrance. With one thrust, I buried myself inside her pussy, tight and hot around me. She cried out, nails raking my back. 'Fuck, you're so deep,' she moaned, her voice breaking with emotion.