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A Loving Grandmother
By Jackson Robard


FOREWORD

The human mind abounds with weaknesses, particularly weaknesses of the flesh. Jackson Robard, in his inimitable manner, has given us in A Loving Grandmother a vivid and most psychologically disturbing insight into just how true this age old axiom is. No man is immune from these carnal weaknesses, nor is any woman, and Mr. Robard, in all his candor, leads us skillfully into the forbidden world of the lecher, the pedophiliac, and the most frowned upon taboo of Natural Law, incest.

In the days before sex was considered suitable for scientific investigation, all thinking about it was dominated by certain assumptions derived mainly from religious teachings.

These assumptions were many, but one in particular, elaborated into a dogma called Natural Law. Accordingly, it was determined that the only normal function of sexuality was procreation, and once the dogma was established it became necessary to label even common sexual practices abnormal and immoral because they were believed to represent a turning away from Natural Law. Later, these practices became known as "perversions", and as might be expected, the list of "perversions" was a long one.

Today's scientific investigation of sexual behavior lends little support to the dogma of Natural Law. Indeed, the more scientific study made, the clearer it becomes that such concepts are absurdly naive, misleading and, in the long run, concluding that if the acts labeled "perverse" are in fact "perverse" than "perversion" is as common as "natural" sex. For few are the men and women who confine their sexual behavior to exclusively procreative contacts.

Interpreting man to himself must surely be one of the greatest rewards of being a novelist. Any reader who has been faced with these or similar problems, either in himself or in someone close to him, needs to know that he is not alone. Others before and many after will follow the same paths. Written between the lines of this book is an awareness of basic humanity and its adjustment to changing circumstances. The sexual variant needs to know that he is not necessarily condemned, that both help and understanding are available.

The underlying strata of truth that Mr. Robard's skilled pen probes in this work will do more than leave the reader wondering... it will leave him hoping, for there is a better way, as every fervent soul of the young generation continues to shout at the top of his lungs!

-The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

Warm, sweet, wispy breezes flooded through the open windows of Grace Garner's bedroom as she yawned and smiled softly at the radiant glow of the late morning's sun wrapped around the edges of her large dresser mirror. She looked at her beautiful glowing face, at its reflection, and stared at the feminine form which underlined the brilliance of the face. It was a form that fit the mold of a much younger woman, someone perhaps in her mid-thirties. The legs were firm, the stomach supple yet well defined and the large, forty-six inch heavily swaying breasts were almost as firm as the day they had ripened into being at twelve or thirteen. Grace, a grandmother now, was pleased with what she saw and knew that men, many of them much younger than she, were fascinated by the fact that a 55 year old woman, had maintained her figure and beauty and, in general, had kept herself so well preserved.

Her long satin-like eye-lashes fluttered as she shook away the night's sleep. She looked at her watch and noticing that it was close to 12 noon, rose from her bed in a delicately opulent manner, which seemed to indicate her gorgeous figure was indeed not accustomed to rising with the common masses. As she rose to her full height, and sunk her feet into the luxurious Persian carpet, she pulled the rubber band from her hair and watched the long reddish strands cascade down the lines of her classically sculptured neck. Yes she was indeed accustomed to living the life of luxury her successful husband provided her, but as she continued the close scrutiny of her dazzling proportions, she realized that destiny had pre-ordained that her existence would be like that of a Queen!

Fishing out a pair of sky-blue transparent bikini panties from her huge Mahogany dresser, Grace looked at the clock and realized her husband John was probably out on the golf course. She fastened the skimpy bra around the voluptuously swaying breasts, which she tenderly cupped in her hands, and thought of the incredible endurance her husband possessed. They had been up until four o'clock that morning drinking and discussing what they considered important topics of interest with their grandson from their son's marriage, Mick, and his friend Jack. Mick and Jack had driven all the way from Cleveland, to spend a month or two exploring the excitement of Los Angeles, and their late night arrival had prompted the Garner's to share the experiences of their trip, until that morning. She wondered how John could endure the 18 rounds of golf he was playing on the three hours sleep he had.

Grace also pondered the advisability of permitting Mick and Jack to stay with them for an extended period of time. Mick had changed drastically since the last time Grace had seen him. Slipping her long exquisitely curved legs into the elastic leg bands of her panties, Grace remembered how young and sweet the boy had been, when she had last visited his parents with her husband. He had been a little tyke who collected baseball cards and played in the school band, but now he was a seventeen year old, almost man, with hair down to his shoulders and an intellect that matched anything she or her husband could deal with. Both Mick and Jack were polite and both very friendly with John, who was by his own admission, 'a bleeding heart liberal', but there was something about their youthful self-satisfied smugness, particularly Jack's, that Grace found distressing. Jack, a year younger than Mick at sixteen, was a tall, angular handsome young man, but he had a tough guy attitude she didn't like. She had also seen him steal lewd, sexually desirous glances at her as she had occasionally shifted her position on the couch the evening before.

Strange and undefined abstractions whirled around Grace's head as she thought of how their son had warned them that Mick had grown up fast, often drinking to excess and although the elder Garner's had nothing to support their suspicions, they assumed he occasionally experimented with drugs. Yet perhaps she was just being silly to worry. After all, both Mick and Jack were in the process of growing up and there'd be no harm in letting the two have 'a little' fun in California to enhance their maturation process. Growing up, after all, was a beautiful process, she re-assured herself as she looked at the rust-colored fleece of her pubic hair curl out from the leg bands of the thin tight panties she had just slipped into. Her own body with its firm strong breasts and well curved, full buttocks gave testament to the fact that growing up was indeed wonderful. How exciting growing up had been to her! She thought. She could remember how her wide-set, full and voluptuous breasts had blossomed into view when she was just a child and as gazing at the girlish beauty of her figure, her thoughts became abstractions that pierced her consciousness like tiny arrows and sent her into daydreams of un-intended eroticism.

The mirror into which she peered seemed to elucidate her body and give it a heavenly quality as she considered the creamy-complexion of her face and how it complimented the velvet covering of her thighs and breasts. Her eyes swept over the round firmness of her hips and down the gentle swelling of her thighs and buttocks. It was as though an invisible artist was giving life to her form as he drew a fine pencil line from the smooth arc of her calves and gradually completed it by drawing a luxuriant and provocative picture of full, round, yet perfectly proportioned thighs, waist and breasts.

Then suddenly, she was again awake! She pushed herself away from the mirror and treaded the firm white carpet to the closet.

She was luscious and well-preserved, she knew it; and she loved the lewd glances she invariably received from other men, but thinking about her youthful appearance and the way it contrasted with her husband John's, still attractive, but slightly aging quality seemed to make her forlorn, and wish for days gone by and the thrill of being fucked by a younger boy. Gazing, absent-mindedly, out the window as she tantalized herself with the glorious autoerotic feelings she received as she slipped into a black chemise robe. Grace realized that her latent desire to have a younger boy naked up between her legs was now becoming a full blown obsession. She loved John at his fifty-eight years, but there was something adventurous missing from their life, and this realization augmented her concern with the sudden presence of her grandson and his handsome, yet apparently over confident, friend Jack.

Yet, there was still another, bigger concern Grace Garner had with the presence of two strong virile young men in her home. Lana, her 15 year old granddaughter from their daughter's marriage. She was due home, any day now, from Hillsdale finishing school, a private prep-school for girls. Grace was worried with the effect and possible influencing nature the boy's visit could have on her granddaughter. She was displaying signs of having been converted to the counterculture's way of doing things and Grace was concerned that the boy's presence would push the young girl over some mysterious sexual edge.

A distant clanging noise in her kitchen, alerted Grace to the sound of someone disturbing her dream-state. Assuming it was John, home from his morning game of golf, she turned from the intimacy of her thoughts and fastened her robe.

When she entered the kitchen she heard the deep-guttural like cursing of her grandson's friend.

"This goddamn pan!" he intoned as he tried to pull it from its moorings. As he turned toward Grace, Jack tried to excuse himself, with a mindless, "sorry about that," and an admiring glance at her attire.

Grace secured the black, transparent robe, unnerved by the lewd stare that seemed to cling to the smooth, erotic curves of her full body.

"Having some problems, Jack?" Grace asked. She felt somehow hopelessly exposed standing there with this tall handsome young stranger, yet she held her ground when he abruptly came toward her.

"Yeah," he said, "I can't get this fuckin' pan outta here."

Grace literally flinched upon hearing Jack's crude intonation and suddenly became very anxious with his presence in the house.

"I don't mean to impose or nothing," he went on. "I just wanna knock off a few eggs or somethin', before me and Mick go out."

She attempted to keep her composure and told him they didn't have much food in the house since it was her day for shopping.

"There are some rolls in the pantry Jack," she said, "and since you've already made coffee, why don't you just nibble on that until I go to the store?"

"Ok. Mrs. Garner, that'd be great," he said, picking up his coffee and walking past her to the living room, with the rolls he had herded from the pantry.

Grace stood limply aside as he stalked into the living room with his treat as she reeled in anxious confusion.

Was this what the next three weeks would be like? she thought to herself.

Grace followed him into the room and noticed that as he sat down, he immediately shot another of his caustically suggestive glances at her full, white breasts. He chugged on the coffee cup and pulled a cigarette from the pocket of his denim shirt. "Wanna smoke?" he asked her.

"No thank you, Jack," she said. "I was wondering if you knew what you and Mick were going to do today. By the way, where is Mick?"

"He's sleepin', but I think we're going to the nude beach." Jack said as he pulled on the coffee and climbed up and down Grace's body with his eyes.

Feeling a blush of embarrassment cross her face, Grace entered the kitchen and unplugged the coffee pot Jack had forgotten to turn off. As she started throwing his coffee grounds away she could hear the blare of the stereo in the next room. She couldn't understand how her grandson could have selected such a forward boy for a friend. Yes, he was attractive in a gangly sort of way, she thought, but there was something disconcerting about the way he virtually stripped her naked with his eyes. She thought of how juvenile his tough guy act was, and marked his 'punkish' behavior off to insecurity on his part.

Returning to the room with some cream and sugar, Grace said, "I hope this milk is all right for your coffee, we're out of cream."

"That'll do fine," Jack said, lighting up a smoke and pulling on his coffee cup. Now, for the first time, Grace found herself gawking at the young man's body. There was something about his Robert Redford demeanor which she found disturbingly attractive. He was good looking and well-proportioned and she couldn't help but stare at the thin young mound of flesh which bulged beneath his tight pants.

"Ya know, I didn't know Mick had such a good-looking woman for a grandmother," he laughed as the cup in his hand shook.

Grace felt herself blush a deep crimson. The flimsy robe on her back shuddered as her hand reinforced itself on the robe's waist band. She sat on the overstuffed chair in front of Jack, crossing and uncrossing her smooth-skinned legs, as Jack stared relentlessly back at her.

"How long have you known Mick?" Grace asked, hoping to distract Jack's mind from the obvious fascination it had with her curvaceous body.

"Known him a couple of years," he replied. "I was at a party that was really going strong, if you know what I mean, and here's Mick telling every guy there, that he's balled every chick in the room, and if they wanted to get laid that night, they'd have to ask him first. Weird, ya know. Like he's some kind of super stud.

Anyway I come to find it's true. All the chicks at the party are devoted to this guy, and they won't put out unless Mick's o.k.'d it. Well, to make a long story short, Mick told this little red-headed chick to take her clothes off and lie down naked on the couch. So, I balled the hell out of her that night. Well, Mick and me have been friends ever since.

Grace recoiled in shock as she listened. Jack's cold, clouded blue eyes danced merrily as a wide grin expanded his cheeks. He rolled his playfully searching eyes over the creamy-smooth flesh of her legs and said, "Course me and Mick have balled some other sweet, foxy little bitches in our time, but then you wouldn't want to hear about that, now would you Mrs. Garner?"

Grace's trepidation with the audacious way her grandson's young friend conducted himself was overwhelming, yet there was something magnetic in the way he spoke and she strangely found her curiosity wetted by his frank revelations.

"Well, I don't think you could tell me anything I haven't already heard," she said. "Of course if this is the way you like to spend your time, you're entitled to do so." She hoped her tone of voice would force him to change the subject, but instead it seemed to stimulate him even more.

"Tell you the truth, Mrs. Garner," he said as he stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray, "it isn't the type of thing an older woman should hear, but I'll tell you anyway."

Grace suddenly felt a tingling of anxiety as her breathing haltered and her heart started to flutter. Jack had, she thought, the most bizarre way of expressing himself, yet there was something excitingly sinister and demonic about his character that compelled Grace to listen to him. He seemed strangely experienced beyond his young years and when she asked him to continue his story she felt like a small girl asking for a bedtime fairy-tale.

"Well," he drew out the single syllable, sighing as his eyes casually took in the shape of her milky soft, yet still firmly formed breasts, "Well, this one gang-bang Mick organized flopped see and... "

She rocked in surprise. "Mick was involved with something like that? I don't believe it," she said. "I mean are you talking about what I think you're talking about?"

Jack remained impassive and simply said, "Yeah, you know a lot of guys get together and throw it to one chick and at the same time... "

"Oh stop!" she said. "I can't believe that horrible thing really took place." By this time Grace had assumed a slightly curled up position on the couch and was unknowingly revealing a good portion of one of her firm, panty clad buttocks. She tried to calm her subconscious excitement at the thought of all those naked young boys surrounding a naked young girl and regain her composure by changing the subject.

"You know, Jack, I think you're just putting me on. I don't believe a word you've said. I know my own grandson well enough to know he wouldn't engage in something as perverse as that. Tell me," she said, hoping to divert Jack's and her own interest in sex, "Does Mick ever smoke marijuana? You can be open with me, I mean I'm not that old fashioned."

Her words echoed in her ear as she sensed that Jack might try to extract a sexual connotation from what she had just said. She touched the naked flesh of her arms and realized that she was sitting almost totally exposed to the young man before her. Her truly gargantuan breasts were swaying slightly from side to side as she shifted her position in the couch and she could see that the young boy's crotch was started to twitch slightly in some kind of anticipation as he straddled his chair and began to answer her question.

"Yeah, we smoke grass, but look, don't let his parents know, they'd have a fit. You know how straight his folks are."

Grace certainly did know that their son had nothing but contempt for the young people who seemed to gain delight from disturbing the country with their endless tirades and pot smoking, and the last thing she wanted to do was get her grandson in trouble with him.

"No, I'm not going to say anything, to anyone," she said and tossed the entire subject around in her head, while Jack seemed to breath a sigh of relief as he reclined back in his chair.

But then, suddenly, he rose from his seat, and although he still seemed relaxed he paced the floor's lush carpet and then abruptly took a seat near Grace on the couch. He lit another cigarette and slid uncomfortably close to her. She watched his actions but didn't consider them to be something typical of the spaced-out generation he was part of. She was well aware of the kinds of things these youngsters did to entertain themselves and she felt that their free-love lifestyle had its manifestations in the strange way they talked and behaved themselves.

"Ya know," Jack said as he rose again and pivoted on the floor to face her, I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you've got a hot body that really turns me on."

Nervously, Grace pressed back the long sweep of copper colored hair and pushed it neatly behind her back. Jack stood directly in front of her, his face dissolving into a desire-filled stare. His hungry eyes now reflected the glare of sunlight which penetrated the windows of the living room.

"A good lookin', woman like you could : :ally go places with us young guys."

Grace uncontrollably flinched as Jack finished his statement and put his arm behind her on the back of the couch. She looked down and saw the slight swell of his young testicles filling his jeans and the protuberant bulge of his hardness pressed tightly against the blue denim "God, you're talking ridiculous!" she exclaimed, "I don't think I've ever met anyone like you!"

"Well, Mrs. Garner I'd like to return the comment by saying I've never seen a woman with such an incredible set of tits," he smiled knowingly.

"You're talking crazy," she sobbed suddenly, as tears of outrage started down her cheek. "How can you walk into my own home and insult me this way. Do you think I'm some little teenage hippy on the street?"

Grace started to rise from her chair, but Jack took her by the wrist and looked wantonly looked into her eyes as he said, "Look, I've tried to be complimentary. If you think I'm insulting you, I'm sorry." As he twisted her around to meet his glare her unbuttoned robe spilled out the two biggest and most voluptuously formed bra-cups Jack had ever seen. Grace's breasts, nestled in the twin sacs of transparent fabric, jiggled and bobbled as she tried to pull her wrist away from him.

The succulent mounds of flesh swayed teasingly just inches from his face.

Jack pressed her wrist even harder for a moment; then, after reflecting on the consequences of his actions, he released her.

"I guess I'd better go wake up Mick," he said awkwardly, "I really didn't mean to get carried away like that, it's just that I don't think you should walk around almost stripped naked when you've got a strange kid in the house."

Grace now looked down to see that the front of her robe was open, exposing the deep cleavage of her wide-spaced breasts. One beautifully hardened little nipple was exposed to Jack's gaze as the flimsy fabric of her bra had given way slightly in their short struggle. The full length living room mirror was now confirming precisely what the young man had said. She was offering an usually revealing portrait of flesh to the young stranger. The thin fabric of the robe pressed out the outline of her thin panties and bra, and Grace had to admit that she did present a lust-inciting figure.

As Jack walked off into the guest room, Grace gave even closer examination to herself in the mirror. Her body was slightly quivering from the excitement of the moment and she had to admit to herself that perhaps her half-nakedness had turned the young boy on.

Still she thought, he had no right to take the liberties he had with her. After all she was old enough to be his grandmother too. He had no right whatsoever to talk to her the way he had done or look at her with such desire-kindling eyes. Yet Grace had to admit there was something, strikingly alarming about the youth. He was attractive in a primeval sort of way and she found herself wickedly excited at the crude manner in which he would talk dirty to her. And now, as the early afternoon sun filtered through the sex-energized room, Grace had to admit that the boy had re-kindled her secret obsession to recapture her youth by engaging in a tender, grandmotherly affair with a younger man.

God! How she would love to feel one of their tender young penises growing hard up inside the softness of her gently nibbling mouth!

CHAPTER TWO

"Grandmom, could Michelle and I have a can of beer with Mick and Jack?"

Her grand-daughter's voice pierced Grace Garner's consciousness like a sharp arrow. The ravishing young girl had been home for only three days, and already, she was sounding more like the two young men that she and her friend, Michelle, were spending increasingly longer periods of time with.

Her daughter's daughter was an incredibly voluptuous girl, who like her grandmother possessed a classic beauty in every sense of the word. Lana's long red hair flooded over her shoulders and spilled onto huge melon-shaped breasts which possessed the firmness and exquisite shapes of two ripe cantaloupes. Her body was a masterpiece of fleshy harmony, and she exuded an enormous amount of raw, burning sexual and sensual energy that could be felt by anyone fortunate enough to be close to her.

Michelle Keata, Lana's best friend, was indeed something different. She had been forced to find an alternative home for the summer, due to an unexpected death in the family and Lana immediately offered her grandparent's home for a refuge. Grace was against the idea, but John Garner insisted that Michelle, (whom he had met before), stay with Lana for the summer.

Michelle was an unusually tall girl for fifteen, approaching almost six feet. Although her breasts were extremely small and pubescent, they were, in fact, firm and perfectly shaped. To touch her flesh was like touching doe-skin, and her face was beautifully young and innocent. She was a pleasant girl, Grace thought, but she was in the words of John Garner, tolerably freaky and a bit on the wild side. It was precisely this aspect to the girl's nature which distressed Grace Garner.

"No, absolutely not," objected Grace to their earlier question. "I don't like the idea of you drinking beer at one o'clock in the afternoon."

The four young people squealed with delight at the show she was putting on, and Grace had to admit that perhaps she was being a bit heavy-handed.

"When your father comes home, and if and when he says so, you and Michelle can drink beer. Until then only Jack and Mick will drink in the house. After all," Grace continued, "they are almost old enough to handle it, but you girls are not as experienced as they are."

This moral monologue brought snickers of laughter from all four, as Grace, herself, had to smile when she thought of the silly display she was making.

As she walked to the kitchen to instruct her part-time maid on how to prepare the night's meal, she told Lana, "I'd like all four of you home by six tonight for dinner. Your grandfather's going to be here and Elsie's preparing something quite different. By the way, where are you going?"

"Just down to Oceanside," Mick intoned, "it's going to be hot so we want to get there early."

Licentious thoughts raced through Grace's mind, every time she looked at her grandson. His long dark hair flowed down to his muscular shoulders and his dark tanned skin, in contrast to his white teeth made him look like a sensual savage. Grace admired his polite and gentle nature, and found her concentration broken on many occasions when Mick would walk through a room, unconsciously flexing his young muscles as he adjusted the young tender penis which swung down between his thighs.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if you'd all make it back here on time," Grace said. She couldn't believe how she was acting the part of a baby-sitter, but since the arrival of her young grandson, granddaughter and their friends, she found her tranquil home turned into a rambling, rumbling dormitory.

The foursome, including Jack, who had avoided Grace since their initial confrontation, but who still shot admiring and covetous glances at her mammoth breasts and delicate thighs, ventured out toward the family car when Grace yelled at her granddaughter through the kitchen door, "Lana, I'd like to see you alone for a minute."

Grace was sitting in a chair when Lana reluctantly rambled in the door. She was prepared for the beach all right, Grace thought. Grace viewed, almost admiringly, the skimpy bikini her granddaughter habitually wore everywhere she went. It was made of a black nylon see-through fabric and it detailed every crevice and curve of her body. From the svelte "V" of her hot young pubis, to the enormous cleavage of her well-shaped, sensuously swaying breasts, the bikini seemed to spell only two words to everyone... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Young Lana was definitely a purring kitten of passion and her grandmother feared what would happen to the young beauty if something were to possess her and she abandoned the moral teachings her mother and she had tried to instill in her.

Grace looked at her and hoped her sweet little granddaughter would consider what she was about to say important.

"Lana, I love you and I want you to be happy, but I also want you to be good. Now I know you like your cousin, Mick, and Jack, but they're both a bit mature for you and Michelle. They're both a bit fast. Do you know what I mean?"

Lana smiled devilishly at her grandmother and said, "Yeah, Grandmom, I know what you mean." Grace was disturbed by the smart-alec tone in her voice, but she elected to ignore it and would simply refer the matter to her husband, John. Grace excused her granddaughter by telling her to have a nice time and to be home early.

With her arms folded across her stomach, Lana got up to leave, looking as though she were supporting her full fleshy young breasts with the under-pinnings of her arms.

"I'll be all right, Grandmom, don't worry." she intoned as she sprinted eagerly to the door.

Grace almost envied the way her grand-daughter was beginning to look, and as young Lana exposed her perfectly rounded buttocks, as they strained against the sheer nylon material of her bikini, Grace's memory whirled back to the summer she had first met her husband, John.

She had met him at a yacht club dance on her seventeenth birthday, and their mutual attraction to each other was immediate. John Garner was the most incredibly handsome and charming man Grace had ever met. He had approached her one night after his sailing team had finished a race and asked her if she'd like to share a drink with him. That first drink led to hours of enchanting conversation, and Grace remembered how strikingly handsome and sexually powerful-her husband had appeared to her then. She had known long before that John was interested in her, but that evening had been the first time the apparently shy young man had tried to attract her attention.

From the first moment they met, Grace realized that John found her to be a provocative, sexy woman, but Grace, throughout the initial stages of their courtship, had tried to show John the other, more mental, intelligent part of herself; the part that most men simply had never cared to examine. Grace remembered how she tried to impress John with her newly acquired knowledge in a number of the classics and outstanding philosophical works, but her awkward, somewhat feeble attempts to appear more academic, brought back the vivid memories of their first embrace.

Grace's parents had sent her to the finest finishing schools, supplementing her education with moral admonishments against petting and the other evils which could possibly lead to her loss of virginity before marriage. Grace had followed her parents' teachings faithfully, and deported herself according to their concepts, yet the summer she met John Garner seemed to spell an end to her strict adherence to the teachings of her parents.

She remembered how that summer had marked the full maturation of her young firm body and as Grace's mind wandered over these images, she could actually see herself in the mirror of her mind; still a teenager and longing for the passionate caresses of John Garner.

That lovely July and August had been filled with moonlight swims and solitary walks along the ocean's roaring borders. Slowly, Grace learned to trust and confide in John, and as time went on, she. found her sexual self becoming more demanding, and her passionate urges less tolerant of her denial. She admired John's natural ease and wonderful sense of humor. She could easily relax in his company, something she could never do with the other young men she went out with. She loved John and found that day by day his masculine good looks and powerful sexual presence were becoming more than she could deny herself.

The fact was, that Grace had never gone all the way with John during their courtship, but on several occasions her urges had almost gotten the better of her. Several times she was forced to summon all the willpower she could muster to fight off his urgent advances, knowing that it was perfectly natural for such a virile man to feel the flow of lust rush through his loins, but realizing also that were she to give in to his sexual demands she would have lost her own self respect, and probably John's respect in the process.

Many times Grace would try to prove to John that she was not a prude, by permitting him to lightly cup and feel the hugely swaying breasts underneath her sweater. She would even, on rare occasions, gently squeeze his hardened penis, innocently believing that her actions would relieve the terrible pressures premarital abstinence caused in a man like John. She could even remember one occasion when they were out in the middle of the bay in John's anchored boat, and she had had a little too much to drink. She permitted John to slip his hand up under her panties and permitted him to gently caress the pink fleshiness of her nakedly exposed vaginal lips. Yes, all and all she had been a picture of chastity throughout her engagement to John, but just as she was coming to this foregone conclusion, she remembered an incident from their past which signaled a slight departure from her ram-rod adherence to virgin virtue.

They had been at one of John's fraternity parties and she had just a little too much to drink. It was a balmy September evening and the air seemed to fill with the electrical charges of young innocent love, as they rolled into Grace's driveway.

Small talk filled the air while the car radio permeated their sex-charged atmosphere with the pulsating beats of 1930's jazz. John reached over to kiss Grace good-night, as he had done so many times before, but tonight some unforeseen devilish impulse overtook him, and he slipped a hand up under her sensuously bulging sweater. His first movements were slightly awkward, but quickly he was moving with expertise as he deftly unsnapped her bra halter, exposing two of the most succulent mounds of tit-flesh he had ever seen. The two beautiful white orbs swayed in the moonlight as John's fingers enclosed one nipple and tweaked and kneaded it softly until it stood out in pure detail and rigid hardness in the cool night air. Sweet, warm, tingling sensations of salacious pleasure rippled through Grace's gently quivering breasts and spread down lewdly into her loins as John lowered his mouth to the pink-white fullness of her nipples and started to softly nibble and suck.

"Oh, no, John, pleeeeease," she swooned uncontrollably, attempting to push him away, but at the same time fighting her desires to feed him the milky loveliness of her mammoth young breasts. Her mind reeled at the electrifying way John so sweetly sucked her nipples and she knew if she didn't do something fast, his lewd ministrations of her breasts could lead to something she would not be able to control.

Just at that moment her warning system had gone into action, John's hand slid down the satiny softness of her heaving young belly and rested on the narrow elastic waistband of her panties. Slowly, gently, he had inserted his hand beneath the tightly clasping band until his finger tips made electric contact with the soft covering of silky-fine blonde pubic hair around her gradually moistening vagina. She churned her full, supple thighs up and away from John's pleading hand, but still he persisted, his finger moving madly to the soft pink clitoris he so badly wanted to tantalize.

"Noooooo, John, we can't do thisss!" Grace moaned and pleaded, but John somehow had adopted a sixth sense with women which permitted him to see that Grace really wanted him to continue his gentle teasing of her now nakedly exposed cunt.

Grace had finally settled down to a point where she could enjoy the poignant feelings of lust racing through her nervous system, as John rolled and kneaded her , rapidly budding clitoris beneath his middle finger. But then Grace heard something that again signaled danger to her sensitive feminine warning system. The sound of John's pants zipper, like a despicable little tsetse fly, pierced the autumn evening, and as he fumbled with his crotch with his free hand, Grace felt a lewd, obscene sensation run up and down her spine. John had now rested his hand firmly on her trembling young pubic mound and she was slightly, yet uncontrollably churning against the finger he so deftly flicked against her swelling clitoris. But as he had wiggled out of his pants in the confined area between the driver's door and the steering wheel, Grace's blood started to boil with the obscene sight of his huge swollen penis bursting out from the secretive confines of his pants.

She had never seen anything like it in her life. The gigantic pulsating rod of flesh protruded from his groin like some elongated spear and she could actually see the smooth rubbery head breath with excitation as it swayed impatiently in the moonlight.

It was enormous, she thought, and the sight of it frightened her, yet something in John's hand, as he touched hers and guided it slowly to his gargantuan penis, had a consoling quality about it, and temporarily at least convinced her that John knew everything was under control.

As her hand made contact with the warmly throbbing hardness, she gasped and blushed in heat as she heard his barely audible groan. She could hardly get her fingers around it and was stunned at the pulsating fleshiness and satiny feeling it provided her. Instinctively, without a thought, she began to massage the soft outer skin, up and down, ever so gently, over the hardening blood-filled shaft. As his huge, swelling cock began to jerk slightly at her touch, nothing had ever felt so sensuous to her in all her life.

John continued to probe her ever-moistening young vaginal slit with his finger as he slowly gyrated his hardened penis up into her velvet-like fist. Farther and farther up and around her sweet and youthful pussy John's experienced finger worked as he teased the tip of it hotly around the tightly locked ring of her maiden-head. Grace sweltered in the passionate heat they had generated in the car as his finger softly explored the most remote corners of her open cunt, and John continually groaned and humped his loins upward in the ecstasy of Grace's gently massaging ministrations. With each calculated stroke of her fist, John's cock seemed to jerk into greater paroxysms of hardness and the magnificent length it was attaining was something Grace would never have believed to be possible.

Suddenly he turned to face her and pull her against him, their bodies sideways in the car seat. Then she moaned half-aloud and clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping his erect and slightly seeping penis warmly up between their soft, inner flesh. And, moments later, the teasing, undulating motions of the heavily throbbing shaft on her virginal young cunt lips were driving her into fits of passionate heat she had never before experienced, and she knew that to resist John's advances at that point would seriously jeopardize their relationship. Something mysterious, and subconscious, forced her to again work her hand down between her thighs and stroke him there with a wildly rising abandon she had never known existed within her.

John now was becoming frantic as he tried to pull the tight elastic waistband of Grace's panties down below the gentle arch of her hips and belly. He tugged and pulled desperately, as he realized he was running out of time. His aching cum-filled balls swung wildly under Grace's delicate fingers and warned John that his orgasm was now dangerously near.

Grace had intuitively increased the intensity with which she first fucked the cock in her hand, and had little knowledge of the implications of its frantic, now violent pumping action. Just as John had succeeded in pulling her panties down over her naked cunt, his huge young cock jerked violently upwards in the direction of his navel, and spurted long hot columns of warm, whitely creaming liquid into the softly curling strands of pubic hair that covered her hungrily pulsating cuntal mouth. Then, just as suddenly as John had gasped out in orgasmic euphoria, Grace, too, had squealed with pleasure as she felt the first tiny wisps of sensuous thrills race from deep up inside her hotly churning loins all the way up to the top of her head. She bucked and weaved with John's every touch and as her excitement reached a wildly exploding zenith, John miraculously let spew another hot jet of sperm which spurted out from the tip of his pulsating penis and pooled hotly in the naked little indentation of her navel above.

She rubbed her thighs teasingly together and her mind reeled with the expansive realization that she was now about thirty-eight years older, and although a little wiser, not really much more experienced than she had been on the night she had so dangerously neared the point of no return before marriage. The years had gone by slowly and uneventfully in terms of Grace's sexual growth and development and as she sat in her kitchen, reflecting on her life with John, she came to some hard conclusions.

She loved John, that she knew! He had provided her with a gracious existence and a lovely son and daughter who had in turn made them grandparents, but there was something definitely missing in their life. Perhaps it was the provocative, suggestive quality of their sex life-before marriage-which had inspired her to orgiastic heights she had since not been able to attain. But she knew that the wanton, lewd excitement she had experienced on the evening she first held John's cock in her hand, was now missing in their relationship.

Grace abruptly got up from the kitchen table, issuing directives to the maid and proceeded thoughtfully to her bedroom. She seemed to breeze along the thick full carpet and settled on the wonderfully luxuriant king-sized oval bed like a butterfly nestles on a rose. She once again peered into the mirror and saw the face of a woman who was, physically at least, twenty years younger than her age. Easing her way out of the tight sweater and shorts she had put on earlier in the morning, she gently tossed them on the floor and reclined in the center of the bed. She lay silently there for a moment, savoring her nakedness, then moved a hand down between her openly spread thighs and began a gently stroking movement of her finger inside and out of her rapidly moistening pubic walls. She scolded herself for spending valuable time in the self-indulgence she now relished, but, in spite of her self-admonition, her legs started to kick and gently jerk further outward in erotic little spasms as the speed of her finger-fucking movement increased.

Gently, she slipped another and then yet another finger up into the wetly pleading orifice of her open cunt, and kneaded and pressed the lust-filled flesh with obscene delight. Soon she found herself groaning aloud in wild ecstasy as she rocked salaciously up on her back and exposed her naked, finger-filled cuntal opening to the full view of the mirror. She watched in lewd fascination as she managed to stretch it wider still and fuck all four of her fingers up into the wetly clasping little channel and then, as her full, whitely curved hips and buttocks started to lurch and churn on her outstretched hand, her mind directed itself toward its suddenly favorite obsession-young virile boys.

Immediately, and without warning, her grandson's friend Jack came into her mind, like a crystal clear image of wanton desire. Grace admitted to herself that despite the youth's crude demeanor, he possessed a certain sexual energy which she found irresistible. She closed her eyes, as her lewd little fucking motions on the bed increased, and dreamed of stripping naked the virile young boy in the privacy of some intimate setting. She could visualize his firm young cock billowing out of his tight jeans as she mentally probed his pants for the object of her desire. Her thoughts were gaining ultimate intensity, when a sudden burst of self-guilt swept over her psyche, and she sat upright in the bed.

She quickly considered the obscene and licentious nature of her acts and thoughts as she remembered the conversation she had just had with Lana, her voluptuous grand-daughter.

Hadn't she told Lana not to get involved in any way with Mick and Jack? Didn't she tell the girl she wanted her to remain pure and virtuous? Yet here she was in the midst of a masturbatory dream, visualizing the fully hardened sexual organ of a young stranger, as she finger-fucked shamelessly the hungrily pulsating walls of her own vagina. "Truly awful," she thought to herself.

There was absolutely no excuse for her actions and she knew she had been terribly wrong in her thoughts and action. She loved her husband John, and despite the fact that he was a little older and slightly less virile than he once had been, he still was an active man whose friends still said was irresistibly attractive and athletic looking.

Yes, she loved John immensely and would do nothing to hurt him, but she wondered if she could tolerate the strains and temptations of having her grandson and his friend stay the whole summer in their home. It wasn't just the overtures of sex which Jack hurled in her direction, which she found to be upsetting. It was also the way in which her own husband, John, licentiously looked at their grand-daughter's young fifteen year old friend, Michelle, every time she walked in the room. Grace had to admit that the girl had one of the most sensuous young and tender bodies she had ever seen, but she didn't like the way John leered at her as she strode through the rooms of the house in her flimsy little bikini panties and brassiere. And... her classically innocent little face would pout and pucker at John Garner every time the two would meet.

Yes, Grace had her apprehensions about the mixture of so many desirable young people in her house and she feared that their wild attitudes toward life would spill over into the Garner household and destroy the wonderful life she and her husband had always experienced there. She realized the next few weeks would be trying times on her and her marriage and hoped she could muster the courage to keep the emotions of everyone in the house from surfacing to the top where they could, and probably would, do their most destructive damage...

CHAPTER THREE

Just as the beautiful bright orange California sun started to set, John Garner arrived home from the strenuous day he had spent on the golf course. It had been particularly hot and he was bent on a cool swim and a nice dinner with his wife and family. Grace Garner immediately sensed that her husband was in one of his bad moods, moods which had become much more frequent in the last few months.

As they sat out by the swimming pool sipping a refreshing mint julep, Grace near his side noticed that he was reading a long, detailed letter which was postmarked Sacramento. She knew instinctively that something was wrong. As John read with somber expressions flickering across his face, Grace looked up at the now fading blue sky which had become curtained with whirling strands of orange from the sun's fading brilliance. Grace watched as a lone cumulous cloud dissipated into mist and contrasted starkly with the darkening sky. She thought of how transitory beauty like that of the cloud was and then considered her own beauty, which was scintillating to the senses now, but which, in a few precious years, would be nothing but the vapid remembrance of her husband and grandchildren.

Grace reflected on the fact that her breasts and thighs had never really experienced life to its fullest; her thought perhaps evoked by the thought of Lana and the wild, restless generation she was a part of. Yes, she now regretted having married so young and felt as though she may have abandoned her youthful lust for life when John took her hand in marriage.

Yes, she loved John immensely, of that there was no doubt, but in the last several years he had seemed to have abandoned her for the serenity of the golf course and the all-encompassing demands his job made on him. He had become so absorbed in his work as a film distributor for the biggest movie producer in Hollywood, that he never seemed to have a spare moment for her. His lovemaking had become an almost mechanical act which he performed as much out of duty as through a need for passionate fulfillment.

"Well, it looks like Big V Productions won't release Jerry Slade's new picture and that means trouble," John said, not bothering to raise his eyes from the stationery he had neatly arranged on his lap. "Old man Wade negated his contract and now we'll be stuck with honoring the contract he signed with us last year." Now my whole agenda for the month of May is shot in the ass," he grimaced.

"Which means?" Grace said as she toyed with the softly curling hair on his chest.

"It means, Grace, that I'll have to fly to Burbank from San Francisco when I'm up there next week. It means my entire week will be one hectic rat-race. It means I'm getting more disillusioned with the way Von Drasek sends me all over the state on his slightest whim. It also means that I won't be home at all next week, darling, sorry!"

"John, you haven't been home for a week and now you're going to run off to San Francisco. You said we'd have this week together for sure." She sulked and sipped her mint julep looking like a perplexed house cat. "You will be back soon? Won't you honey?"

John shrugged his shoulders and slumped over the correspondence in silence. Grace could feel his hesitancy to answer and interpreted his behavior as cruel and insensitive. She despised his inability to spend time with her and she felt the urge to leave him and let him choke on his thought. Yet, Grace thought, he does have his problems, and I should try to alleviate some of his burden if I can. I'd better try to do the best I can at cheering him up.

"John, Honey, we do have a few days together. Let's try to make the best of them, O.K.?"

John thoughtfully swallowed his drink, and as Grace looked at him, she couldn't help admire the way he also had preserved himself throughout their marriage. Although he was almost four years older than his wife, John had retained the broadness in his shoulders and the muscular rigidity in his arms and neck. He had put on just a touch of weight around his middle, but his legs looked just as they had when he played halfback for Southern Cal in the late thirties.

Yes, Grace thought, with a slight pulse of desire coursing through her heated loins, he had kept that athletic fitness of his early manhood, and indeed, he reminded her of the way in which Jack and Mick were built. Perhaps, the similarity between them was the reason she reacted so strongly to the erotic sight of Jack as he walked through the house on his way to the beach. As she looked at Jack's lean supple body, her forbidden feelings about the erotic nature of his torso, was probably elicited by how closely it approximated her husband's so many years ago as a boy.

John quickly got up from his seat and with a grave look on his face, directed his remarks to the heated swimming pool.

"Ya know, I've worked my ass off for that company, and when I start to have things like this happen it really makes me wonder if it's all been worth it."

He turned away from the mirror reflection afforded by the pool and lit a cigarette. His ruddy complexion and the manner in which he manipulated his cigarette, made him look more like a caricature of a cowboy or linesman, rather than the frustrated film executive he was.

"Come on now Honey, relax, you've got a few days before you have to leave for San Francisco," Grace said meekly, hoping her reassurances of at least temporary comfort might make his company a little more enjoyable. Seeing that nothing she could say or do would make a difference, she leaped from her chair in exaggerated frustration and strode into the living room of the sprawling ranch-style house. She sat down and looked out the big, expansive bay window and saw her husband silhouetted in front of the swimming pool. Was he blind? she thought. Couldn't he see that she was in heat and wanted to make love? That she'd been neglected for weeks and needed the strong loving hands of a man like John's to make life a little more tolerable for her. It drove her into a frenzy as she thought of how his work always took precedence over their love-life, and she knew it was something which was becoming unbearable, at least for her.

Grace slipped into the guestroom closet and put on a sheer translucent nightgown she had purchased just before John had left on his last trip. She hoped the flimsy garment she had saved for his return home would provoke him into action; but surveying her shapely form in the mirror, she was stricken with the realization that it was silly to have to go to these extremes to turn on her man.

A glimpse at her curvaceous form with its voluptuous lines of youthful abundance assured her that her body was by far the finest one she had seen in ages. It was perfect and without flaw, she thought, as she shifted the blame for his sexual infrequency to John's problems with his work. It was obvious to Grace that other men didn't need coaxing, as evidenced by the way Jack had so blatantly made his opinions unmistakably clear. And it wasn't just Jack, she thought. Many times she had seen how her body affected other men, by the rudely bulging erections which filled their pants, and the obscure glances they stole of her more than ample breasts and hips.

Grace flicked off the light in the guestroom and headed for her bedroom upstairs. Soon John entered the room and gruffly reprimanded her. We should try to save energy," he said. "You'd be wise to turn off all the lights in the house before going to bed." Grace sighed with frustration, realizing instantly that he hadn't noticed the see-through gown at all.

Her husband methodically undressed and as he did, Grace felt lewd sensations of unspeakable desire thrilling through her loins as John exposed his nakedness to her. He still has firm hard buttocks, she thought, and as he pensively looked at the clock and set it for an early morning hour, she saw how his cock hung heavily from his loins, obscenely exciting her desire to be fucked by him like she'd never been fucked before.

He lay down beside her and as he perfunctorily said good night, he flicked off the light and left Grace alone, with the desires in her womb haunting her. He hasn't even noticed, she thought miserably. He hadn't even kissed her good night.

Grace pushed down the sheet, pulled up her nightgown and lay naked in bed, watching the heavy breathing of her unconscious husband as the metallic rays of the moon filtered through a slit in the curtain and spotlighted her reddishly throbbing pubic triangle. Tears of humiliation and frustration welled up in her eyes as she thought of how indifferent John had become and longed for the sexual excitement and feelings of wickedness which earmarked the early stages of their marriage.

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Grace tossed and turned in the bed for several hours before she suddenly sat up and looked at the clock on the nightstand.

"God," she thought, "it's two o'clock." She silently slipped out of the room and entered the kitchen, beginning a frantic search for the brandy she kept for just such occasions. Grace was really not much of a drinker, but she did like the sweet taste of brandy enough to keep some around for insomnia and assorted emergencies. Her hands shook in anger as she lit a cigarette, and putting the brandy to her lips she felt ignited with indignation over her husband's indifference to her sexiness. But as the brandy started to work its way to her over-taxed mind, she could feel her body begin to relax, and therefore poured another brandy to drink out on the patio. Her mind rambled over several topics and her surroundings started to take on an almost dream-like quality when voices in the bushes near the pool started to accompany her imaginations. Voices which seemed to seduce her and beckoned her to join them.

Grace wandered in a trance-like state aimlessly to the edge of the swimming pool and once again heard familiar voices. She almost stumbled as she tried to trace their origins, but as she approached a huge oak tree near the sprinkling system, she distinctively heard the shocking sounds of two people speaking in lewd and licentious fashion to one another.

"Oh my God, you've got such a big cock, Mick. Every time I see it I just want to take it in my mouth and suck it dry."

Grace fell back against the big oak in complete surprise, her heart pounding in shock and her breathing rapidly approaching a pant. Oh my God, she thought. It was the voice of her own 15-year old grand-daughter speaking such profane things to her own cousin! The very thought, the perverse act of oral love was something John had never let her do to him in all the years of their marriage and chills of abject rising curiosity pulverized Grace's mind as she listened to the lewd dialogue between the two youngsters.

"Ahhhh, that's right honey, just stick it in your mouth, that's right, now suck it nice and slow, that's right baby, you'll love milking out the cum with your hot little lips... Mmmmmmm! Oh yeah baby, suck my cock... suck ittttt!"

Grace could hardly breathe now, the incredible dryness of her throat was actually beginning to impair her thinking and something about what she was hearing was actually exciting her. And then, as Grace moved closer and watched her fifteen-year old grand-daughter sucking wetly and noisily on the perversely hardened cock spearing out from her cousin's pelvis, she realized how much not only her grand-daughter, but she herself, had grown in the last few years. Grace actually seemed to be able to detach herself emotionally from what she was viewing and as she considered this unique perception, she realized not only that her own sexuality was changing, but that she herself longed to be kneeling down in front of her grandson and sucking his beautifully growing young cock.

The bright light of the moon gave Grace an excellent perspective of the lewd performance before her and as she watched it she thought of how her grand-daughter seemed to thoroughly enjoy the act of sucking a man's cock: something Grace had always subconsciously wanted to do, but whose husband had considered best left to the women who represented the dregs of humanity-whores.

She watched as Lana knelt before Mick and lovingly sucked and licked the fresh, virile penis he held between his thighs. His pants were pulled down around his knees and Grace could see Lana's long hair being pushed away from her mouth as Mick arranged it in bunches so as not to interfere with her hungry little suctioning motions. Grace could see her granddaughter strain her neck forward to get as much of the heavily billowing cock in her mouth as she could. She used one hand to gently massage his sperm-filled testicles as they swung lewdly down below her chin, and used the other hand to pump back and forth the soft, thin foreskin all the way from the thick base of his cock to the lips of her own warmly sucking mouth.

Grace found a perverse fascination in the wanton, wild-eyed abandon on her grand-daughter's delicately featured face and gasped as she watched her cheeks swell and hollow as they accommodated the huge thickness deeper and deeper up into her widely ovaled lips.

She looked on in amazement as the young fifteen year old would occasionally drop her hand from his obscenely swaying testicles and affectionately brush and pet her cousin's rapidly moving buttock cheeks.

Grace wondered what had come over her grand-daughter to evoke such actions on her part, but she also knew what the strength and power, the compelling nature of lust, was like. She knew she had a moral obligation to rush up to the two youngsters and tear them apart in grandmotherly outrage, but there was some strange magnetic quality to the sexually arousing sights and sounds that prohibited Grace from doing anything to the two promiscuously writhing youngsters before her.

Lana would occasionally shift her weight to lock her hungrily sucking little mouth tighter around her cousin's eagerly palpitating cock, and Mick would subsequently find himself lowering or elevating himself to make his penetration into her open throat more complete; but basically the two lovers formed the stationary outline of a beautiful sculptured image-two human beings forged into one by the loving and artful ministrations of oral copulation.

"Oh God," was all Mick could moan as Lana hungered on his lust-swollen member. "Go on, honey, suck a little harder on it. OOOHhhhhhh, God, it feels like you've got hot melted butter in your mouth!"

Grace could stand it no longer! How could she just stand here and watch this desire-inciting sight? She knew she must run, yet something bolted her to the oak tree, preventing her from escaping the lewdly unfolding scene before her. She was actually being hypnotized by what she was seeing and she suddenly felt as though all her self-control had been voided and a new licentiously fascinating part of her consciousness was totally taking over. From the deepest and darkest depths of Grace's psyche exploded an overwhelming force, which prompted her to view oral sex in a different light than she'd ever viewed it before. She watched as her small, fifteen year old grand-daughter gluttonously sucked and licked at the long firm erection, and realized that although she herself had never been allowed to administer such a treatment to her husband, she should have forced him into it for the good of their marriage. Somehow, considering this, she couldn't bring herself to upbraid her grand-daughter for her wanton exhibition at such a young age. Grace had to admit to herself that Lana formed a provocatively attractive figure, clad only in thinly clinging bikini panties and passionately working her tightly ovaled lips up and down on Mick's virile young hardness. Lana's breasts, like Grace's were heavily swollen with lust and they swayed sensuously back and forth on her chest as she bobbed her head up and down to better clasp Mick's cock with her lips.

Grace had to also admire the way her young grand-daughter was working young Mick up to a fever pitch, and she thought that perhaps she could learn a few tricks herself, just watching Lana make oral love to her grandson. Lana's stomach heaved and rolled with delight as she manually worked the gigantic blood-filled hardness in and out of her mouth, and Grace started to feel herself tremble from the excitement of the scene before her.

Then, before she knew it, Grace saw her grand-daughter take the long young penis from her mouth, exposing the reddish throbbing head and stand up-right. Lana moved her pelvis forward to grind the thin nylon fabric of her scant bikini panties back and forth on the full length of her young cousin's painfully burgeoning hardness. As Grace watched her grand-daughter and her well-endowed young grandson obscenely grind their naked loins into each other, she felt renewed pangs of guilt well up within her. She could no longer hide the fact that she longed with all her heart to take the place of her grand-daughter and imagined herself doing it with some younger man, perhaps a boy like Jack, grinding her naked cunt back at his hungrily seeking young cock in passionate, ecstatic little fucking motions. Grace's blood boiled as Mick cupped Lana's tight little ass-cheeks in his hands and pulled her hot little pussy slit tighter against his aching loins. Then, he lowered his head after they'd kissed and gently raised her firm young tits to his mouth, sucking them like a child sucks for milk. Then Mick stopped his sucking momentarily and looked lovingly down at his cousin. "I can't stand this anymore, Lana, I've got to fuck your cunt."

Grace held her breath, unable to believe for a moment that her granddaughter would actually let herself be fucked at her tender age; but the impish smile which started to cover Lana's face indicated to the breathlessly watching grandmother that she had been a fool to think Lana was still a virgin.

Grace could feel perspiration flow freely from her body as she watched her grand-daughter lift her right leg and hook her knee up over Mick's strong forearm as he started to outline her moist, still partly covered vaginal opening with an obscene movement of the tip of his cock.

Then as Lana passionately kissed Mick's mouth in increased intensity, Grace felt herself grow faint as she heard her say, "Oh, honey, pull my panties aside and stick it in, fuck me with every inch of your beautiful fucking cock. Oh, pleassseeeeee Mick I can't wait any longer."

Grace now rested herself against the big tree and without knowing why, only knowing that she couldn't help herself, slipped her index finger down the front of the revealing panties beneath her nightgown and stroked, ever so lightly, the tiny excitedly throbbing clitoris which screamed wildly for attention. She listened to her grand-daughter moaning and groaning in passionate fury, and with her other hand she kneaded hungrily on the tips of her enormously throbbing breasts. Grace's breasts were of such magnitude that it was actually possible for her to cup them in her hands and bring them to her mouth. Although she had always considered such a practice too obscene and demented in the past, something in the wanton urgency of this moment seemed to justify her desire to suck her own tits. As she listened to her grandson groan, she could see Lana reach down between she and her cousin's bodies and with her fore-finger pull the thin nylon crotchband of her panties aside, allowing the heavily throbbing tip of Mick's cock to spring tightly up against the warm, curl-fringed lips of her naked young pussy. Grace feverishly rammed her fingers in and out of her own cunt while she lovingly indulged herself in the ecstasy of sucking her own breasts. She knew the sight of her semi-naked body as it leaned lewdly back against the oak and administered to its own base desires, was a picture of half-crazed lust, but she knew the splendor of the wildly rising sensations growing there would more than make up for it.

But she also knew that these sensations would not be enough for her lust-filled mind. She wanted to get closer to her grand-daughter and grandson, for she knew that it was their wild, untamed love-making that made her fingering of herself so exciting. Removing the lust-hardened nipple of her left breast from her mouth, she tip-toed near the wall Mick was supporting his weight on. She eased herself down no more than six feet away from the nakedly groping youngsters and squatted down, knees spread wide, in the soft crab grass near the wall's base. Soon Grace could hear Mick intone to her granddaughter, "Lift your cunt-mouth a little higher, baby. That's it." Then Grace heard the trembling submissive moan of her grand-daughter as her grandson's heavily pulsating cock parted the sparse young pubic hairs surrounding her vaginal opening and slipped wetly up inside.

"AAAAAAhhhhhh!" the young fifteen year old groaned as Mick flicked his pelvis forward and drove his already saliva-slickened hardness almost half-way home.

Light years away in time and space, if not distance, Grace was again licking the erotically throbbing nipples of her breasts and frantically rotating her fingers around deep up inside her cock-starved pussy-walls as Mick and Lana began their wanton sexual gyrations a few feet away. Soon Grace could actually hear the sound of her grandson's moistly pistoning cock sloshing wetly in and out of the young fifteen year old girl's cunt and as their rhythmic little fucking motions became more and more intensified, Grace also felt herself rapidly approaching the physical limit of her own self-debauchery.

"Ohhhhh Mick, give me all your cock, pleassssseeeee. Fuck it all the way up inside my cunt!" Young Lana's request was quickly granted. Mick uncupped his hands from her obscenely swaying tits and cupped them tightly behind her hotly grinding young ass-cheeks. He then hoisted both her thighs high up around his waist and pulled her now wide-split little pussy walls heavily down on the rampaging hardness of his penile shaft.

"Oh Mick, oh Mick, oh Mick," Lana just insanely kept repeating those words as she frantically humped her still panty-clad buttocks further and further downward on the glistening long length Mick had sunk up inside her. Her wild, spasmodic thrusts simply forced Mick's cock deeper and deeper up into the soft pink loveliness of her openly engulfing cunt walls. Mick felt as though he had rammed his virile young penis all the way up into the core of a soft, sun-ripened mush-melon as the smooth rubbery head buried itself deep up inside the pinkly clinging walls of his fifteen year old cousin's sparse, hair-fringed pussy.

Grace's fingers, swirling far up inside her widespread cunt lips, had now worked her passions into a wild pitch of frenzy. As if in a strange, bizarre dream, Grace's half-naked body writhed violently beneath her own hotly working fingers and lips as though it had never been touched or fucked by a man before. Her hands and mouth sucked and swelled the huge breasts, and as her teeth trapped the aching white nipples teasingly between them, her excitement would rise and make her want to nip them right off the sensuously heaving mounds. Grace squatted lower on her haunches to make contact with the soft blades of grass waving up against her quivering anus, and made the feeling even more obscene and lewd by pressing her ripely grinding buttocks harder down against the upstanding tips of green below. John's refusal to make love to her had forced her into this self-serving position, she moaned inwardly, yet she continued to circle her ass around and around over the grass so the weird, cunt-wetting sensations the softly tickling tips made on her nakedly exposed anus, would augment the wildly rising fire her fingers inspired up in her pussy above.

Mick could stand it no longer. For minutes on end he had been gentle with tight-cunted young Lana, deftly feeding the whole of his rock-hard cock to her greedy little cunt. He would gradually withdraw the full, heavily pulsating shaft's length, only to thrust it deep back up inside to the extreme of its stroke, letting it languish there momentarily in the depths of her wetly clinging womanhood. The young girl's vaginal walls were acting now as her warmly sucking mouth had before and he knew it wouldn't be long before he came. As her grandson continued his wild, unabated fucking of her grand-daughter, Grace's vision of their nakedly locked young bodies drove her on and on as she rocked mindlessly to and fro over the hotly teasing grass-below, her fingers screwing deeper and deeper up into her hungrily sucking cunt. She could visualize Mick's wetly glistening young cock as it rammed its way up into her young grand-daughter's convulsively clasping cunt, sinking through the soft, curl-fringed pussy mound, and penetrating up into the very depths of her depravedly hungering little belly. Lana's gasps mounted steadily in volume and in fury, punctuating each of Mick's rapidly skewering plunges, and then suddenly, without knowing it, the young girl's grunting incoherent moans signaled the release of her fulfillment as she screamed out in obscene, insane hisses. "Oh yesssss, fuck it, fuck it deep now!!!"

Now Grace's own depraved groaning seemed to echo that of her grand-daughter. Her lips nosily sucked on her breasts, creating a muffled sound of moaning, rampant excitement. She pretended a real cock was plowing into her pussy as she worked her fingers around the steamy cavity of lust and burrowed her fingers warmly up inside to her hotly steaming depths.

Christ, Grace thought just for an instant, what's happening to me? My own grand-daughter is being fucked out of her mind by my own grandson, and I'm here wishing it were me. But oh God how I love the lewdness of it. To hear their tender young bellies slap obscenely up against each other makes my own cunt twitch like crazy. To see Lana's luscious tits bob and weave as she squirms down hard on Mick's virile young penis... it's just too much! And Mick; he has such a big hard cock for such a young boy! Oh, how I'd love to suck it. How I'd love to sit on it! Oh God, his prick must feel good in Lana's pussy! Grace's mind was blistering with lust-crazed images. They burned searingly through her lust-shattered brain, and as she felt the emergence of her long-awaited orgasm, she pulled the breast from her mouth and started to milk at it with her fingertips, squeezing frantically at the tender brown nipples with an animal-like abandon she had never before displayed. Her hand flicked rhythmically over the now hotly protruding bud of her clitoris, and squatting in the half-lotus position she had assumed, with the tips of the grass teasing hotly up against her naked little rectal mouth, she looked like a crazed nymphomaniac who simply couldn't get enough cock. The awareness that she was doing something lewd and obscene was totally obscured from Grace's mind as the salacious fever which possessed her continued to add to her self-debasement. She could actually hear the wet sucking sounds of her finger-fucking motions as they merged with the succulent slaps of youthful passion so close by. Her fingers beat out a crazily pounding rhythm of lust up between her openly spread thighs, and just as she felt her orgasmic song begin, she heard a wild scream of sexual fury at the side of the wall which indicated her grandson's had just come to an end.

"AAArrrggghhh," he screamed as his semen-bloated penis burst deep up between Lana's sweet teenage thighs and spewed forth long fiery columns of hotly boiling cum hard against the back of her cervix. Mick plunged the rapidly jerking shaft in up to the hilt and automatically, as if it were some primitive reaction to an orgasmic eruption, slithered his finger up Lana's tightly puckered little asshole, forcing deep guttural growls to emit from far back in her throat. At the same time, his hips flayed and churned his hotly spitting cock far up into the mysterious depths of his young female cousin and forced her to scream with wild lustful pain and abandon.

"Ooooohhhh, stick your finger deeper! Oh God, deeper!!!" Then, as Mick jammed his finger up in her tightly clinging asshole to the second knuckle, and the palm of his hand was pressed flat against her grand-daughter's rhythmically churning buttocks, Grace could feel the final throes of orgasm demanding her own body's surrender. Her toes curled spasmodically as her buttocks did an obscene little jerking dance over the sharply tickling little blades of grass. She could feel her mouth open and gasp for breath when the warmth and glow of her orgasm overtook her. Just as she heard her grandson's tormented screams of release fill the air, she herself could feel the flood of ecstasy wash away all her remaining pangs of guilt as her desperately working fingers bathed her clitoris in a whitely foaming sea of sensual female cum...

* * *

The heavy hinges of the front door growled a warning to Grace. Mick and Lana slowly and sheepishly had entered the house hoping no one would see them. But the sound the big maple door made when they entered the Garner home gave them away. Grace could hear her husband John descending the stairs and inquiring as to the whereabouts of his wife.

"Lana, where in the hell is your grandmother?" John barked at the two youngsters, even though the remark was supposedly aimed only in Lana's direction.

"And what are you two doing up at three o'clock in the morning?"

"Gram's probably out by the pool," Lana continued, "you know what she's like when she can't sleep."

Grace knew that her husband John really had no idea at all what his wanton wife was like. She knew that the door's sound would wake her sleeping husband and set off a chain of events that would subsequently lead him to search the pool area for her. She wanted to place herself in a position near the pool which would indicate to John that she'd spent her time that evening reflecting on important matters such as the shopping list, or the color of the new car they were considering buying. But the hypocrisy of such behavior on her part was becoming more and more repulsive to her.

Grace considered her concern with propriety, and John's reaction to her mid-evening walk around the yard. She concluded that perhaps she should tell her husband how she'd conducted herself that evening.

After all, Grace thought, it would serve him right for neglecting me the way he does. She had regained her composure after her momentous orgasm, and had cleared herself of any apparent dishevelment, when John yelled out the door.

"Grace, you out there?"

God, she thought, he doesn't even care enough to come out and see if I've drowned in the pool.

"Yes, dear," she answered. "I'll be right in."

As she walked to the house, Grace looked back at the wall she had finger-fucked herself to orgasm near and realized that her life with John would never be the same again...

CHAPTER FOUR

"Good morning, dear," her husband said, gently kissing Grace on the cheek. He slumped in a vinyl chair and the Garners lazed in the warmth of the mid-morning California sun; John scanning the Sunday "funnies" and Grace just soaking her exhausted body in the sauna-like luxuriant heat.

"Where are the kids this morning?" he rambled. "Michelle seems to be the only one around." Grace tingled with fury when she heard the young girl's name. It was Grace's opinion that if Michelle weren't staying with the Garner's, perhaps John's mind wouldn't be so preoccupied with Michelle's pubescent beauty, and would in turn, lavish more attention on her.

"I really don't know why you ask," she curtly answered, "you could have asked Michelle the same question. I'm sure you've asked her more provocative questions than that." had surfaced openly after the event-filled morning when she had fingered herself near the swimming pool, after witnessing her granddaughter entwined with her own cousin in the throes of debauchery. Yet, even though Grace was very upset with the turn of events of the last few days and with John she had tried to conceal the hurt and bewilderment she was suffering.

Grace attempted to disguise her annoyance with John's newly acquired interest in the 'children' as he called them, by changing the inflection in her voice and saying, "I'm sorry John, I've just felt pressured these last few days. Mick, Jack and Lana got up early this morning and started off for the beach. I really don't know why Michelle didn't join them, but maybe she's just not feeling well."

John Garner, although basically a good man, had a latent sadistic streak which ran through him like a greyhound whenever his pretty wife became irritated. He loved to bait her, and although Grace was aware of his practice she always seemed to fall victim to his jocular verbal assaults.

"Well she felt pretty good to me," he laughingly said, as Grace felt the sudden return of her rage. "In fact, I do believe that young lady gets a little healthier every day." John's laughter grew increasingly bombastic and Grace felt she could no longer stand her husband's taunting when suddenly Michelle walked out onto the patio.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Garner," she purred.

"Good morning," Grace found herself caustically uttering. "And how are you this morning? Why didn't you go with the others to the beach?"

"I just really didn't feel up to it today, Mrs. Garner," she remarked. "I don't mean to sound snooty, but I get tired of that kid stuff sometimes, and today I'd rather do something more mature; like talk to you and Mr. Garner.

Grace immediately noticed how Michelle lovingly looked at John; and she sensed, for the first time, that perhaps her suspicions about the relationship between the two were not unwarranted. Since the night she saw her granddaughter and grandson engaged in the naked display of raw sexual promiscuity, Grace began to consider almost anything a 'possibility'. She had noticed before a subtle, yet quite discernable fondness, John and Michelle had for one another; and although Grace had previously written the attraction off as a paternal attitude on John's part, Grace was not so sure her initial perception of their relationship was valid.

"I just love to spend my time with older, mature people," she cooed. John's face burst into a beaming smile and he affectionately patted the back of her hand in a fatherly way, Grace's temper began to get the best of her. Was it possible this girl was just a young sex-starved hussy who was openly trying to taunt, and humiliate her, by playing up to her husband? Grace considered this and a number of other possibilities as she squirmed from her recliner and started for the house.

"Well, John, you'll be leaving tonight so I'll go in and pack some of your things. I guess I'd best leave you two alone since you won't have the opportunity to purr into each other's ear for at least a week."

Grace stalked into the house followed by the laughter of ridicule John and Michelle seemed to delight in. Grace was hurt terribly by the way her husband was treating her and as she thought of the way Michelle had walked onto the patio that morning, she was sure there was more to their relationship than met the eye. She could see Michelle now, sitting with her legs crossed, ever so slightly exposing the gentle curl of her pubic mound. Like a little tart, she had strode onto the patio that, morning, exposing her wantonly displayed breasts and firm lithe thighs to Grace's husband. Grace peered out the window and could now see Michelle engaged in something that confirmed her suspicions regarding her husband's interest in the lewd little bitch. She was gently stroking John's forearm as she wiggled and churned her svelte young buttocks around the vinyl recliner. She raised one of her long, sensuously formed fingers to her full lips and yawned as though she were ready for bed, as John seemed to mock her actions by yawning also into the mid-morning glare of the sun. Michelle's statuesque figure then full reclined near John's chair and displayed the smooth cleft of fabric now pressed up tightly between the lips of her pubis. She gently eased over on her back and dropped the micro-thin bra straps, which had supported her luscious young breasts, to her sides, exposing the smooth, delicately defined shoulders and back. Michelle's ripe young breasts were now pinched into the recliner as her tight firm buttocks churned to adjust her beautiful body to a more comfortable position.

Grace, seeing how John's lewd gaze seemed to glue itself to Michelle's young firm form, began to pace the floor nervously. Lighting one cigarette after another, she began to realize the implications of the threat Michelle posed to her, and indeed to her marriage. Why, Grace thought, were all these sexually oriented things happening at one time? How could she adjust herself to the revelations she had recently experienced? She knew now that her grand-daughter was no longer a virgin, and in fact a little nymph. Grace had not disclosed her discoveries to anyone in the family due to her embarrassment and shame connected with the incident, but she had felt distant, and no longer like a grandmother to young Lana, who it seemed was only yesterday playing with dolls and obeying her parents' every command. Grace's mind was a quagmire of confusion, and she fought desperately for a way to talk openly with her husband about her anxieties and discontent. As she peeked again out the window to the patio, Grace could see John and Michelle frolicking in laughter, touching and fondling each other in a friendly, but suggestively provocative way. How could she make John see the light? She knew she had to do something, so grabbing her purse and car keys, she strode out onto the patio, hoping to make some impression on her irrepressible husband.

"Your flight is scheduled for seven tonight; is that correct, John?" Grace said as she swayed and pranced onto the patio hoping to draw her husband's attention to the fact that she too, possessed a pretty, striking body.

"No, honey, it leaves at five, why did you ask?" John continued to chortle.

"Well," she said, "I wanted to make sure you had a ride to the airport. I've got to pick up a few things this afternoon and I wanted to be back in time." Grace hoped John would plead with her to spend their remaining time before his flight together. But what she got for a reply shook her ego and made her feel faint.

"That's all right, honey. Michelle can give me a ride in her car." Grace knew John could get away with his remark since it was made under the guise of a teasingly persistent joke, but as she looked at the way John and Michelle sarcastically laughed at her, she turned flippantly away in disappointment, realizing that John didn't really care whether she took him to the airport. Or did he? She couldn't tell when John was joking anymore and her ire was heightened by the way Michelle joined in on the taunting. Who did the little brat think she was anyway?

She blinked the tears from her raging eyes as she slammed the door to her convertible and raced its engine out the driveway. Again she could hear their laughter, and jealousy raced through her head and pounded at her temples as she thought of her husband John and the little teasing bitch he was spending his morning with, naked together. Could he really be serious about her? She was just a teenage girl! It was true that he'd been abnormally cool toward Grace since Michelle's arrival, but could he really be serious? Could he?

She drove aimlessly and tried to decide if it was she or the rest of the world that was going crazy. Her entire value system had been destroyed in the last .few days, and she was beginning to assume that the 'bizarre and unexpected' was what she. could indeed now expect. Grace pulled into a service station and startled a young attendant with her commanding tone of voice.

"Fill it up," Grace heard herself almost scream at the young man. He passively did as he was told, and as Grace's mind weighed heavily on the week's events, she couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge in the young attendant's tight-fitting blue jeans. He was an attractive young man and Grace found the intensity of her rage decrease as her mind settled on the young man's abundant loins. She knew now that she had an obsession with young men, and thought that it was more than likely that her husband John had a similar mental pre-occupation with young women. Handing the attendant her charge card, she couldn't help feeling a faint stirring up between her thighs when the young man almost pushed his swelling pelvis into her window to return her card. She knew it was natural for older men like John to desire sweet young pubescent women, but she seriously considered whether or not she was losing her mind with the way she tingled in heat when the young gas station attendant's penis and testicles shifted heavily in his pants as he walked.

Her powder blue convertible headed down the glittering sea-side and Grace's radio blared out the day's news and weather. She had only been away from the house for an hour, yet something drew her inexplicably back to the people who ridiculed her puritanical outlook on life and also confused her newly distorted outlook on life. She made up her mind to confront John with some of the basic truths she had discovered and turning around, headed the car back in the opposite direction toward home. She knew she could turn the nightmare her life had become back into the beautiful dream it had once been, if she could only get the cooperation and love from her husband she needed.

After Grace had spun the flashy convertible into the driveway, she noticed the patio gate had been carelessly left open. It flapped in the gentle California breeze and reminded her of her own loneliness, and also sent a warning signal through her body. She almost ran into the dinette, and found dishes heaped upon the table and the, coffee pot still perking. Something about the unexpected vacancy of her kitchen was very disconcerting to Grace, and as she pulled a cigarette from her purse and ignited it with her butane lighter, a soft, barely perceptible laughter caught her attention. It was a girlish laughter and seemed to be originating from the patio.

Nervously grimacing and stamping out her newly lit cigarette, she moved quickly across the living room to the sliding terrace doors and made out the outline of her husband's head. He stood in the middle of the pool with his back to Grace. She knew it was natural for her husband to be in the pool on such a sweltering day, but as her tenseness diminished, it only returned suddenly upon Grace's unfortunate discovery that Michelle, too, was in the pool.

Grace could see her splash and cavort around John as though she were much younger than her 15 years. As John would dive into the crystal blue water, his well-tanned body fading from view, Grace could see Michelle stop dead, languidly smile in some sort of secret fascination, and then burst into laughter as John would shoot up from beneath the water in an explosive shower of mist.

"My God, Mr. Garner, what was that?" Michelle said as she feigned innocent ignorance.

"What was what?" the older man jokingly replied.

"You know what I'm talking about," Michelle said as her face slightly flushed and she wickedly smiled at the older man whom she now placed her hands on beneath the water. They looked into each other's eyes and as John hugged her waist, their mutual enticing gazes evaporated into passionate pools of raw sexual desire as John suddenly pressed his lips tightly to Michelle's.

Grace found her hands clutching desperately at her throat as John gently stroked the smooth velvety back of the slithering little sex-pot in his arms. For the second time in as many days, Grace reeled back in abject shock as her husband wantonly flicked his tongue into the licentiously waiting mouth of the perverted little bitch in his grasp. Bits and pieces of the emotionally charged scene Grace was witnessing flashed through her mind and paralyzed her momentarily. She knew she, should have prepared herself for such an eventuality, but yet the lewd, almost vulgar performance Grace was witnessing seemed to suspend her thoughts in obscene slow-motion depiction of all the suspicion-riddled imaginings she'd ever experienced. She was left with nothing to do now but to stand, trembling with disbelief, as she watched her husband of almost 38 years lusting upon the body of the fifteen year old feline animal in his arms.

"Don't you like it?" John asked Michelle, swimming after her as she playfully tried to allude his grasp.

"Oh, I like it fine," Michelle tantalized. But... "

"But, what...?" John inquired. He swam up behind her and nestled his loins into the comfortable little moon formed by firm fleshiness of Michelle's buttocks.

"But, I think it's your turn to feel me, Mr. Garner, if you don't mind."

Grace stood near the window, mesmerized by her husband's gentle kneading of Michelle's shoulders and back as he deftly unfastened her flimsy bra and exposed her small, just beginning to ripen, young breasts. His fingers began their fevered exploration of her breasts' delicate contours as his prick began to bulge and throb into the small, softly yielding crevice of her firmly developing buttocks.

"Ohhhhhh, Mr. Garner, that's wonderful," she purred as her girlfriend's grandfather cupped her beautiful young melons in his hands and tweaked the firm, erect nipples which seemed to hungrily throb out further in imagined anticipation. John breathed heavily as he fondled the sweet soft mounds.

"God, you've got beautiful firm, young tits," Grace heard him murmur to Michelle. They both submerged and then, upon surfacing, simply stood in the middle of the pool absorbing the rays of the sun as John fondled the young firm breasts of the beauty in his powerful hug. John was no longer the composed older gentleman he had tried to appear to Michelle upon her arrival to the Garner house. He was the anxious, lusty and playfully passionate young man of his youth, and he loved the feeling of virility this wonderful young woman had supplanted in him. Their heads emerged at the pool's edge and their lips met in snarls of raging expectations.

"What's this?" Michelle teased. "It sure is long! It sure is hard!"

Her voice trailed off in an inaudible little moan as she asked softly, "Could I see it?"

Grace felt strange and insane pressures mounting in her skull as she watched the younger woman begging to look at her man's virility. She fought off the temptation to run onto the patio and strangle her grand-daughter's girlfriend, for the strange fascination of watching the young beauty fondle John's surely rising hardness beneath his swimming trunks, seemed to unexplainably hold her attention. No! No! her mind cried out. This simply can't be happening. For the first time she really looked at the lewdly-framed picture of her husband salaciously coveting the firm young flesh of the ravishing young hussy in his arms. It was becoming too much for Grace to bare and she felt her whole world fall down around her. What had she done that had driven her husband away from her, and forced him into the obscene display of passion he was now involved in?

Grace-frantically searched for some answers and then viewed in increasing shock the spectacle before her.

Michelle, with all the finesse of a surgeon, had pulled John's trunks down to his thighs and had released the still half soft cock from the confining garment.

"Wow, I don't believe it," she grinned as the full length of it rested in her delicate palm,. "I've never seen anything like it," she squealed in delight. "Even soft it looks like a big old oak tree."

"Have you seen a lot of them? John asked.

"A few," she said as she again flashed a wicked little teenage smile across her face. "MMMMMMMMmm it's getting even harder now and longer," she purred as she began a gentle stroking motion on the semi-erect shaft.

Michelle could see the thin foreskin slide back smoothly over the thick, now slightly growing penis, and as she stroked teasingly on it her hand inadvertently brushed against his heavily swaying testicles.

"I don't think you should do that Michelle," John intoned. It was guilt, but John's playfully sadistic nature, that forced him to try for some type of silly, response to his exploring, statement. The seductive little bitch at his groin cajoled.

"Why not, afraid your wife will see us?" She returned his taunting, with a breezy tease of her own and John loved it.

"Here, Michelle, let me slip your panties off for you, they must be terribly confining on a hot day like today."

Michelle looked lovingly vulnerable as the older man peeled off her scant nylon panties. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, as though she were walking in place. As the panties arose to the water's surface John began a slow, mechanical grinding action of his hips into the now little pubic triangle, of the tall, strikingly sexual animal at his side. His tongue searched for the very soul of her mouth as his hands explored every inch of her creamy soft skin. She ate his tongue, as she had eaten popsicles on hot summer days, and her hand squeezed his growing hardness and gently cupped and weighed the cum-filled balls beneath.

John could suddenly detect a change in Michelle's attitude. As he continued his expert ministrations to her exquisitely designed torso, he could see she was no longer playing, but had been consumed by the burning fires of the passionate experience they were now sharing.

"Let's dry off by the poolside," John breathlessly suggested. He led her gleaming naked body out of the pool and stretched her out on the entire length of the padded vinyl recliner. The sun beat down on Michelle's naked young loveliness and seemed to focus on the dark, sparsely growing curls of fifteen year old pubic hair which adorned her compact little pubic "V".

John gazed over her youthful lusciousness and could restrain himself no longer. He knelt down beside her and expertly spread her milk white legs to expose her erotically pouting, almost hairless little vaginal lips. He petted and gingerly stroked her desire-taunted thighs as his hand worked its way slowly up to her waiting pussy.

Michelle moaned now as the older man rolled the soft bud of her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. Her cunt lips began to slowly throb open and secrete out a thin syrupy liquid of passion as John wormed one, and then two fingers up inside the now succulently pulsating little hole. Her pleasure mounted as he teased at the softly glistening pubic hair and massaged her fleshy young cunt lips together with one hand while tenderly caressing her firm juvenile tits with the other. John grunted in lustful desire then quickly, like a striking snake, dropped his head to the place the young nakedly stripped girl's thighs met. His lips pressed lightly against her pinkly glistening cuntal walls and flickering his tongue out lewdly, licked the freely flowing sap of lust from her open little pussy hole. Michelle squirmed in wanton delight as his long wet tongue swirled hotly around inside her inflamed young womanhood. His tongue flicked obscenely in every direction of her womanly opening as he'd dart it to its hilt, only to retrieve it and press it firmly against her ranting clitoris.

"Ohhhhhhh Good Lord," she wailed. "Youuuuuuuu EW AOOO GOOOOOD!"

Grace had overcome her initial shock and revulsion of the scene being performed, to stare in amazed excitement at the way in which John lifted Michelle's lithe torso by cupping her firm young buttocks and imprisoning his head into her obscenely undulating hips as they begged and pleaded for the loving circles his tongue made around her cuntal lips. Pulling John's head even closer to her loins, Michelle sat upright in the recliner and gyrated slowly, rhythmically into John's sex-crazed face. She fucked his tongue as though it were a giant prick, and groaned with the fury of a wild cat as he kneaded her pussy with the expertise of a master. She lurched and strained her hips at his wet wild tongue. She squealed with unabashed delight as though John's tongue was the creator of some agonizingly delicious spark which propelled her pubis. Sitting on the recliner, her hips moving as though they were suspended over a rotating wheel, she churned spasmodically and said, "Ohhhhhh Mr. Garner, I'mmmmm cummmmiinnggg! " At this point John's wife was beside herself in anguish. She was tormented by the decision of whether to scream at the top of her lungs in horror or continue to experience the strange and satisfying sensations of lust that gnawed away at her psych! She watched incredulously as young Michelle pushed and shoved into John's awaiting jaws and blindly rubbed his coarse red hair as she writhed in passion. Grace's tears spilled over her cheeks and the stark reality of what she was witnessing blasted agonized holes in her already tattered imagination. She finally decided she had seen enough and casting one last tortured look onto the patio, she walked from the house out into the California sun.

She walked aimlessly down the sidewalks of the Garner's neighborhood, reflecting on all the recent and horrible things she had witnessed in the space of less than a week. Her world was falling down and around her, and although she loved John she found it almost impossible to excuse the way he had seduced the young girl who was no more than a guest in their house. Did he have no respect for Grace whatsoever? The thought of Lana's indiscretions were enough to make any mother wretch but to have her problems compounded and her sensitivities demolished by the animal-like behavior of her husband was too much for Grace to endure.

Shuffling down the street as though she were sleeping walking, Grace absentmindedly entered a donut shop and ordered a cool soft drink. She was thoroughly exhausted and knew that she needed some time to collect her thoughts and regain her composure. She sipped her drink and hoped to regain a semblance of sanity before her husband's plane to San Francisco departed.

* * *

Michelle lay back in the recliner and basked in the glory and warmth of the sun as her body tingled with the lust and wanton beauty of her palpitating pussy which breathed the mint scented breezes which circulated around and through it.

She had never experienced the ecstasy of a man sucking her pussy and she couldn't believe the divine feeling she was left with after the ebbing orgasm had left her body. She loved the elevated plane of consciousness on which she now rode and wanted to satisfy her older lover in a reciprocating manner. She was but a 15 year old girl, but she had experienced more before and had been told that she could suck a cock like no one. She wondered how she'd match up to John's wife in terms of oral-genital expertise.

Michelle felt John's weight against her and then felt his hand press against the soft inner thighs he had just electrocuted. She looked up at him. His face was a bright crimson, the eyes of which were glazed and full of anticipation.

He got up on the recliner and straddled her hips with his knees. As he knelt there, like a panting dog, Michelle looked at the long thick prick which dangled obscenely from his groin and threatened to split her up the middle.

"Good God, Mr. Garner, you're enormous. You're hung like a horse." Her words seemed to electrify John Garner as his cock wavered in response. His big swollen shaft pulsated hotly as though it had a life of its own. He pulled a little closer to her as his monstrous prick swayed dangerously close to her pouting devilish lips.

She just stared at his pumping penis and then delicately wrapped her hand around the rim of the bulbous, rubbery head, and pulsating shaft and started to gingerly tug on it, pulling the fine foreskin over the rock hard shaft like a thin transparent snakeskin moves over a rubbery baseball bat. She suggestively moistened her lips and then asked John, "Would you like to cum?"

He said nothing, but shifted closer to her beckoning lips, pressing the tip of the blood-filled bulbous cock head to her drooling pink-parted lips. She extended one of her fingers on his shaft and stroked the fleshy ring below the rubbery smooth crown, her fingernail lightly touching the heart-shaped underside. Michelle ran her hand down the length of his hardness and then formed a fist at its base. Her mouth seductively, obscenely opened and she guided the cock's head into her grotesquely distended lips as she, with one motion, took the entire prick into her throat.

"Aaaaarrrggghhh!" John shuddered his knees trembling with tense excitement as Michelle's free hand massaged his hairy inner thighs and then groped for the swinging scrotum which so obscenely had bounced off her chin. She cradled his balls in her gently kneading fingers, as he gasped for breath. Michelle now jerked her hand over the fleshy hardened prick in with her thumb and forefinger applying the brunt of the pressure. John's buttocks were elevated from the recliner and quivered in response to Michelle's fingers as they roamed his sperm-swollen balls, and he writhed with the obscene pleasure her tongue administered as it floated over the aching bursting member.

Throwing away all restraints, John put one hand over Michelle's shoulder and the other under her sweet young ass and lifted her totally up-right in the recliner. He then moved his knees up parallel to her hips as his gargantuan cock teetered between her breasts and felt his rubbery, slippery cock slide against her sweat-soaked cheek.

He then gently put his hands near her temples and rubbing the sides of her head, he guided his bulging prick into her warm, moist mouth. As his hips gyrated in and out of her mouth, he took pleasure in watching the full length of his giant organ penetrate the depths of her feminine oral cavity. A sadistic grin lined John's lips as he pulled the prick from her mouth, only to draw patterns around her lips with the cock's head. Her tongue would lick hungrily at the monster, as he denied her the full extreme of its length, but as a hair-like string of lubricant stretched across her pleading mouth, he plunged the prick back in to its limit.

An extremely warm and tantalizing breeze passed over the viciously entwined lovers, but neither were aware of it sultry effects since John had long ago negated any feeling Michelle could have other than sexual. His crisp relentless grind into Michelle's beautiful teenage mouth was all he could think of and as he watched his big blunt knob of flesh pierce her sweet young cavity, he could sense that the young girl was impressed with the fantastic dimensions he was affording her. He thrust forward, the moist cock-head pushing in through her lips and pressing warmly against the inside of her cheeks, not giving her a chance to even reject the obscene intrusion. Instinctively she began to suck, draw her lips tightly around the rapidly palpitating head on the instroke, and then flutter her tongue along the swollen ridge of his hardness as he withdrew. Michelle could actually feel his coarse, red pubic, hair tickle her chin as he lewdly thrust up and into the deep wet cavern of her mouth. The tingling sensations incited her further, causing her to clasp her lips more tightly around his hotly skewering penis. Moisture creamed her mouth and she puffed her cheeks wide as he shoved forward, rivuleting in a semi-circle around the warmly sucking lips. He thrust away at her cum-enticing mouth, arching up and over her as his knees settled down into the recliner. Michelle's face, grossly contorted, appeared to be a wanton swelling receptacle for his incredibly swollen prick. His balls would brush obscenely against her chin, forcing Michelle to once again cradle them in her passion inflamed hands.

John's bursting cock was now intensifying its every stroke and burrowed warmly into the moist crescent of her mouth. Michelle gurgled and swooned, making strange, but exciting muffled moans as her lips reamed over his cock.

Her hand unconsciously went to her crotch searching for some way to relieve her own unbearable urge. Even though she had just climaxed she could feel a re-insurgence of life in her loins. Although John's balls once again smacked into her chin with his every thrust, she knew she had to massage her swelling clitoris to give herself the satisfaction she again desired.

Sensuously sliding her fingers at her quivering vaginal lips she started to press and knead the pink wet tissue of her cunt. Her fingers frantically worked over the bulging clitoris and her warm, clutching passage screamed for the relief it so richly deserved. Michelle, no more than a child, seemed to adore the idea of sucking on such a long thick cock while she played with herself in the meantime. She loved the musty taste of John's wet and glistening prick, and she liked the way his hairy scrotum would gently bounce off her quivering little chin.

With her stroking of his swollen shaft, now at maximum velocity, she could feel a movement in his balls which signaled something she was slightly unprepared for. As the sperm built up in John's rapidly ballooning balls, Michelle's distended lips seemed to burst in the anticipation of his coming. The huge throbbing ramrod now banged violently against her delicate chin . and seemed to pulsate with a frightening urgency. With the additive effective of Michelle's gentle plucking actions at the base of John's penis and scrotum came the violent and torrid flow of white hot cum, which Michelle had not really expected.

"OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhh, aaahhh!" John literally screamed out a pleasurable sigh of relief as Michelle caught the first onslaughts of his gigantic climax. His shaft seemed to recoil like a mighty cannon as it shot its torrents of flaming fluid into Michelle's awaiting cavity. John's sensations were simply overwhelming as the cum blasted into the extremes of her throat, almost choking the vulnerable young beauty with their unbelievable velocity.

John was forced to remove his taunt buttocks from the proximity of her swollen cheeks when Michelle started to violently gag and cough from the extreme amount of cum in her mouth. She tried to gulp the cum down, but the long rich columns he had projected into her sweet lips filled her to her limit.

"Oh!" she mewled as she pulled the huge swollen column from her mouth, allowing herself the opportunity to breath. Catching her breath, she quickly shoved the pounding penis back into her mouth, licking and kissing the monstrous head as she brought it to her lips.

Michelle could feel her own orgasm reach its height as she resumed her sucking of the slightly deflated cock. Her cheeks tightened obscenely around the lust-crazed organ and her hands violently lashed across her vaginal walls in search of the sweetness of her clitoral swelling.

John Garner's rigid muscles relaxed in ecstatic relief and his heavy penis again drifted into its flaccid state just at the time young Michelle was feeling the advance of her second orgasm. As John paternally brushed the hair from her eyes he relished the soft, yet animal-like beauty of the sweet, lithe feline creature which still affectionately groped for his cock. As she massaged its length with her oral oval, John noticed her slight but unmistakable quiver of fulfillment. Her fingers danced even more violently across her vagina and her neck jerked and jutted even more savagely into his groin, as the terminal stages of orgasm ravaged her body and she surrendered herself to the excitingly obscene sensations which overwhelmed her very essence.

CHAPTER FIVE

Just momentarily after hearing the Donut Shop's door close with a bang, Grace heard the sound of a familiar voice behind her.

"Say there, lady, could I buy you a donut?" the voice laughed good naturedly as Grace looked up from her seat to see her grandson's sixteen year old friend, Jack, smiling down at her.

"Say, what's the matter, Mrs. Garner? Look's like you've been crying." Jack appeared genuinely concerned as he put his hand on her shoulder.

"Oh, Jack, it's really nothing. Nothing you'd really want to hear about." Grace said, visibly shaken.

"Hey come on. What's the matter," the youngster went on. "Is there anything I can do?"

"No, Jack, thanks. I'm all-right. I just need a little time to collect myself." Grace continued.

"Well, tell me what happened!" Jack said, "Maybe I can help."

Grace looked around the shop with a hurt look on her face, and then, suddenly, to Jack's dismay, she began to sob uncontrollably.

"Oh, Jack!" she cried, "It's too horrible to be true! I just can't face it!"

Jack, extremely ill at ease, shifted down into a chair and withdrew the cigarettes from his pocket. Grace noticed him going for a match and drew out a cigarette herself. Jack lit its trembling tip, hoping some topic of conversation would pop into his head to ease the tension of the situation, but Grace beat him to the punch, inquiring, "Where are my grandson and grand-daughter, or should I ask?"

Jack looked at her quizzically and told her, "They're still at the beach, I just drove back to pick up some cigarettes and beer."

"Oh," Grace said, "so now Lana's drinking beer at the beach. The next thing you know she'll be smoking marijuana and popping all the strange little pills, you kids find so fascinating."

"Look, Mrs. Garner, I'm no big brother and as far as what Lana does at the beach, that's her business." Jack was obviously ruffled by her comment concerning his relative maturity, and he showed it.

"Why don't you tell me what's really on your mind, Mrs. Garner? Maybe I could help in some way."

"You won't believe it," she said, and stared at the wall. She was incredibly upset, but she realized she needed a friend and looking at Jack out of the corner of her eye, she felt his strong young masculine features possessed a certain strength or security that she so desperately needed at that moment.

"Jack," she intoned. "What would you say if I told you my husband and your friend Michelle, were-right at this very minute-in our home acting in the most vulgar way imaginable."

Jack looked at her in genuine surprise, but something in the older woman's eyes provided Jack with the insight necessary to see she was actually telling the truth.

"Wow!" he quipped. "No kiddin?" Jack then caught himself and tried to amend his wide-eyed reaction.

"I mean, gee, Mrs. Garner,, that's really a bummer. When did all this go down?"

"Oh, it's all so terrible, so unreal! I just can't believe it!" Grace said. "They held and kissed each other, and John cupped her... and she made .him hard... I mean it was awful."

Gulping her coffee and frantically puffing on her cigarette Grace traced a bare outline of the story for Jack and made it clear to him that she was disgusted with her husband's behavior. There was just a trace of revenge in her voice and Jack, like a sleuth with a major clue, hung to her vengeance-heated words as she spoke of her anger at her husband's actions with the young fifteen year-old girl.

"Look, uh Mrs. Garner, why don't we take a ride down to the ocean and talk about it there. I mean this stuffy old coffee shoppe is just not where it's at, if you know what I mean."

Nodding limply, Grace got up, and as the young boy led her to the door she felt like she was recovering from a temporary illness. But she knew it was more than fate that implanted the strange feeling she had about her grandson's friend at this moment. His youthful arms and voice were precisely what she needed, and as they walked out the door, she could tell that their little ride to the ocean might do more than just assuage her broken heart.

* * *

"Just pull out the tape that's in there and put in another," Jack said as his customized van rolled down the sea-side hi-way. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on the shift stick, occasionally moving his hand over to the older woman's to pat it in sympathetic gestures of friendship.

"I... I... I just could not believe it Jack. They were like some strange breed of wild animals. John chased her around, and threw her down... they went from the pool to one of the big recliners on the patio. She actually spread her naked legs like a wanton slut and almost begged him to... Look, I know you're fond of Michelle, Jack, but you can imagine what my feelings for the little hussy are right now."

Jack drove on, noticeably unmoved by her story. He nonchalantly dragged on his cigarette and gazed out over the blue Pacific ocean as the pounding sound of the surf rattled in their ears. The sun was getting very intense, and the wind from the ocean's surface rushed through the van's open windows and screamed and hissed as it departed out the vents in the top.

Grace continued to vividly describe the events she had witnessed that afternoon, while Jack petted the back of her hand, until suddenly he moved his own hand from the gear shift to Grace's knee.

"Please, Jack, this is no time for a thing like that. I'm upset enough as it is."

"Look, Mrs. Garner, just relax. It's a nice day so why don't you just sit back and leave the driving to me. Take that tape out of the tape deck and put one on that's a little more soothing to your nerves."

Grace knew he was right. She should try to relax and collect her thoughts. Feeling the warm comforting sensation of Jack's hand on her thigh was quite tranquilizing, she had to admit, and the sounds of the tape she had just stuck in Jack's recorder were precisely what the doctor ordered.

"Where are we going Jack?" she asked. "I really don't want to go anywhere the kids are."

Jack laughed to himself at the way she had apparently re-appraised his maturity level as her voice subtly indicated that he was no longer a child in her eyes.

"No. No, we're going a little farther down the beach. To a place where things are more secluded. It'll give you a chance to really think about things and get yourself together."

"But won't the other's miss you? You did go into town to get them refreshments, didn't you?"

"Naw, they won't care if I don't come back. They probably don't even know I'm gone."

"What do you think I should do in a case like this, Jack?" Grace's tone was very much different than it had been the day she and the youth had had their first confrontation and he could sense she was hunting for more than an answer to an immediate question.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked. '"Cause if you do, I'll tell you. It's all real simple to me."

Grace turned her gaze from the never-ending asphalt in front of her and looked at Jack. He had a wicked little glint in his young eyes, and it was apparent he had a different answer to her problem.

"I think there has to be some type of reprisal. I think you should do to your husband what he's doing to you. Screw him, behind his back of course."

A month, a week, even two or three days ago, Grace would have been shocked out of her wits to hear what she had just heard, but the events of the past week had so badly calloused her, that she didn't move a muscle when she heard Jack's solution.

They continued their drive, Jack drinking from a beer can, and Grace left alone with the company of her thoughts. She thought of what her husband would have done if he had caught her in the act with some young man and she was certain he would have half killed them both. Yet it didn't seem quite fair that John would have the option of soothing his ego in a sexual affair, with a young teenage girl while she did nothing but bear her suffering and pain.

She thought of how so many times she had wanted a young virile boy just like the one next to her lying naked up between her open thighs, but she had always considered such a thing too immoral to even consider seriously.

"Jack," she began. "Do you really think I'm attractive, even though I'm so much older than you?"

He turned to her and felt something stir in his loins. He knew she was trying to bait him on, but her methods and reasons were still a little bit vague.

"Ya, I think you're dynamite, I've already told you that." He said. "Much more sexy than these young teenage kids I've been stuck with."

Grace thought of how she really hadn't been able to experience life the way her husband had and began to convince herself that it was about time she started. John is constantly in other places, meeting new people and doing new things, she thought. While he's been out, growing and maturing I've spent the better part of my life, just hanging around 'his' house and making myself look pretty for his infrequent returns from business trips. She thought of how the entire scene was starting to really upset her and her anger toward John started to turn into cold, hard resentment.

"You, know Jack, it really isn't easy for a woman like me. I mean you might think I-meet a lot of different people,' especially men, but the truth is I never get a chance. I'm always in John's home making sure everything is just as he would want it, while I never really get any time for myself."

She knew she was just sounding sorry for herself, yet she knew the young boy would take interest in the fact that she was not completely happy with her life.

"Here," Jack said. "Have a nice cool beer, it'll make ya feel better. "

"No, I don't like beer, Jack," she remarked.

"Look in the glove," he said. "I think there's some whiskey in there. Can you drink that?"

The question went unanswered as Grace flipped open his glove compartment to find a 5th of expensive blended whiskey. She took a number of long pulls on the bottle and lit another cigarette. Soon she began to feel like her old self. Her tenseness started to vanish, and as her muscles started to loosen up, so did her tongue.

"Jack, ya know, I really couldn't leave John despite of what he's done to me. I mean, I just couldn't," she said.

"I didn't even know you were thinking in those terms," Jack replied. "I really don't think you have to go to those extremes, Mrs. Garner. If you want to really strike back at him as I said, just do the same thing to him that he's done to you."

Grace could see now that even though her grandson's young friend had remained somewhat noncommittal in the course of their discussion he was trying to talk her into getting naked with him. His eyes were filled with a wanton and lewd look of rising desire as he spouted out his opinions to her, and she could see by the way he twitched and squirmed in his seat, occasionally adjusting himself between his thighs, that he was much more interested in getting her naked beneath him, than he was in offering solace and advice.

How could she have said such a silly thing, she thought, as she examined the comment she had made to Jack about her marriage. He really didn't care, she thought. Yet she knew she had echoed something she was seriously considering. For years she had clung to her old-fashioned belief that she should preserve her marriage at all costs. But what did her belief bring her? Nothing, except the sudden and painful realization that her husband was a lecherous man who cared nothing for her feelings. For years she had loved him, and although she had some perverse fantasies of her own concerning the young, tenderly youthful men she'd seen around town, she had never acted out her dreams with the first stranger that had given her the opportunity as Jack had done.

She looked again at Jack. He was strong, well-built and as virile as her husband, John. Driving down the road with his shirt open and his bronzed young chest exposed to the windy vents, she saw in him the opportunity to live the dream she had had for the last few years of her marriage. She was still relatively young, she thought to herself, and Jack had expressed interest in her from the moment she had met him. True, the boy was a little crude and unsophisticated, but his good looks and self confidence were enough to compensate to any woman.

Grace's emotions were now, with the aid of the alcohol, a little bit more in order as she suddenly, almost with a knee-jerk reaction, found her delicate fingers longing for the touch of the young man's thigh.

It was coming to a point where Grace couldn't be asked to forsake her own pleasure any longer. She knew that if she were to indulge herself in her sexual fantasies, her life would never be the same, but Jack's strong sexual magnetism seemed to pull her to him. She looked at her watch and saw it was 3:30 in the afternoon. John would be leaving for San Francisco in just a few hours, and she momentarily considered asking Jack to drive her home so she could drive him to the airport. But then the ridiculousness of her thoughts rushed out of her mind.

Jack seemed to be asleep at the wheel as he just looked straight ahead and seldom bothered to answer Grace's rambling rhetorical questions. He was frankly becoming quite bored with the entire scene, and was considering driving her back to her home when he felt the sudden sensation of a very feminine hand on his thigh. He could hardly believe his perceptions when he looked across the seat to see the older woman sipping on the bottle he had given her and smiling wickedly at him with the hungry look that always accompanies a woman who had been sexually frustrated and then finally finds a cure for her malady.

He knew that she was ripe to be fucked by another guy. He could tell it, he said to himself, the minute he saw her. He patted himself on the back for his astute observations and then stepped on the gas. He wanted to get to his destination, and quickly. Man, those big bulbous tits of her could hardly wait to be sucked up into his mouth!

Grace could no longer fool herself. She wanted the young boy to strip off her panties and brassiere and fuck and suck her everywhere possible, and... she wanted him to do it now. Her lust was filling her with a wanton sense of sexual abandon she had never experienced before and suddenly she found her hand of it's own volition crawling slowly up from Jack's thigh to the front of his jeans.

Oh God! His young leg was strong, she thought running her palm smoothly over the rough denim material on his leg. She had had too much to drink, but she still didn't want the cars they were so quickly passing to see what she was doing. She looked straight ahead as her hand subtly made its way up between the boy's legs and with her initial contact with the excitedly bulging young cock, she heard the young man moan.

Jack felt good. The sunny ocean to his left and smothered with the cool breeze that shot through the car windows, he languished back in his seat, keeping one hand on the wheel and gently stroking the thigh of the beautiful older woman at his side. Her fingers were strong, yet soft and as they timidly wormed their way up into his crotch he could feel tiny electric pangs short through his groin and his excitement mounted and mounted to a fevered pitch.

"How much longer, Jack?" she asked breathlessly. Grace was no longer able to restrain the aching, burning sensation building so hotly now in her panties below. She had been without sex for too long and the figure of the virile young sixteen year-old next to her was something she could adore almost adulate.

"Just another few minutes," he said. "Just hold on."

Jack knew she was his to fuck at will from this moment on. He was somewhat surprised at Mick's grandmother's abrupt, about-face, in regard to her sexual nature, but he wasn't about to voice any complaints as he pushed the van into over-drive. His temples were now beating in anticipation, and as his hand moving slowly up her thigh made contact with the silky soft material of her panties he felt his cock jerk slightly within his jeans. She purred like a wanton housecat as he delicately kneaded the firm mound of flesh between her thighs and he could feel the beginning of her trembling buttocks move around and grind down on the seat, as he pressed the thin silken crotchband of her panties up into the soft, curl-fringed cleft of her vaginal lips.

Grace was no longer the well-respected tidy, and proprietary minded little housewife she had been for years. She felt young again as though she were a 17 or 18 year old little teenager who just wanted a good time and someone to fuck her anytime she wanted it. She tingled with excitement as Jack's hand explored the soft, fleshy folds up between her thighs. Her pubic mound throbbed now into greater sensitivity and started to seep wetly from the boy's touch. Her urges continued to grow in intensity when finally she could control herself no longer and said, "Oh God, I think I'll take my sweater off so you can touch my naked titties. No one will see if I scrunch down a little on the seat, will they, Jack?"

"No one but me," Jack smiled.

Grace seductively, almost as though she were performing a strip tease, wiggled her smooth white shoulders out of the sweater, and grabbing the binding fabric at the waist, she raised it up over her neck and head, giving freedom to the huge swaying breasts which were supported only now by a black, nylon bikini bra. As her huge, mellon-like breasts swayed with every movement of the car, Jack's eyes bulged wider as he looked across the seat at the magnificent, mounds dancing a voluptuous rhythmic dance of lewd desire. He watched breathlessly as she unstrapped the thin silken bra from her back and saw the flimsy garment flutter to her waist, and he groaned in childish disbelief as she pulled it away from her and dropped it on the car floor. The full white breasts, naked now, stood out toward the dashboard like two sensuously sculptured asscheeks with nipples. His hand froze on her thigh as he looked at her, now, and said: "My God, you have got beautiful tits!"

Moaning and soft groans started from Grace's voice now as Jack sensuously rubbed her now more rapidly moistening panties deeper up into her open cuntal slit. She was enraptured with the totally free feeling she now possessed as the cool breezes rushed through the window and caressed her heavily swaying breasts into a greater swelling hardness.

Grace's fever of lust was now mounting and she could no longer abstain from the pleasure she had so long denied herself. Without giving it any thought whatsoever, she deftly moved her hand back to the youth's now more heavily bulging loins and started to gently, expertly massage the pulsating hardness beneath the covering of his pants. She kneaded it, pressed it, ran her trembling fingers over it as though it were a treasured new found toy. She shook with excitement as she felt the blood pound through the young man's rapidly rising member and caught her breath in urgency as she slipped her hand down farther and touched the soft, smoothly rounded ovals of his youthful balls.

Jack was now approaching the cut off to the beach and knew it wouldn't be long before they reached their destination. He kneaded and teased his fingers up around between her invitingly opened thighs, and occasionally moved his hand up to one of her succulent, luscious tits to feel and weigh their heavy contours with the growing excitement of knowing all the things he could do to them later.

Grace could see that it wouldn't be long before they'd be out of the car, but her flaming desire was burning a veritable hole in her panties and she wanted at the virile young boy's cock now! With one hand she held the waist band of his jeans and with the other she swiftly pulled down the zipper in front.

Jack could hardly believe what was happening. He knew she wanted him, but not like this. She must be sex-starved he thought to himself, and then he vowed to himself to try to give her a fuck like she probably hadn't experienced since she was a kid like him. He squirmed with the burning flame of lust as Grace deftly worked her fingers into his open pants and pulled out the most viriley exciting young cock she had ever seen.

"Oh Jack, you're beauuuuuutiful!" Grace swooned. "I've never seen or imagined anything like this; so fresh and clean."

She rolled it and squeezed it and played with it like a rubbery toy snake as it throbbed hotly up between his muscular teenage thighs. She had never dreamed that a boy his age could possess a penis almost as big and long as a grown man's and the mere sight of it seemed to bring her wanton desires to the absolute peak of its zenith. She continued to look out the window from her slightly hunched down position, but would frequently steal a breathless glance at his upraised hardness clasped tightly in the fingers of her hand.

Jack looked over at his friend, Mick's, voluptuous grandmother and found a ripple of loving desire run through him for the older woman that he had never ever felt for any of the young teenage girls that let him fuck them anytime he wanted to do it. She had the look of a fascinated child as she sat there half-naked and looking intently, mouth wide agape, at his pulsating young hardness as though it were the first cock she had ever seen in her whole life.

Grace's whole being was overcome now with passionate frenzy as she massaged her grandson's teenage young friend's erectly throbbing penis. She loved the way its smooth youthful texture felt in her hands and knew she was going to do something she would have considered unspeakably vulgar no more than a few short days before.

She gently bent over toward the steering wheel, her huge, wantonly swaying tits pressing warmly into the boy's thigh, and slowly guided his impatiently jerking penis near her redly glistening lips. She flicked out her tongue and with the tip of it, licked away the small drop of seminal fluid which had seeped out in his excitement from the tiny open slit centered at the tip. She heard him groan aloud and drew her head back slightly to gaze down lovingly at its still swelling head and again studied the little eye in its middle which seemed to look right back at her anti whisper in a low, lewd tone: "Lick me, Grace, lick me now and suck me deep up into your mouth."

Closing her eyes, and wondering whether it was indeed possible for her to take all of its thin young length up into her untried throat, she lowered her head downward and felt the smooth rubbery young flesh slide erotically over the flatness of her tongue and on up inside her warmly engulfing mouth...

* * *

The van came to almost a screeching halt on the secluded ocean side trail. The hot, sweltering mid-September sun was just starting its descent into the silver horizon when Grace pulled her tightly locked lips from the young excitedly squirming boy's penis. They opened the doors and both, half-clad, moved quickly from their vehicle toward a small wooded knoll, very close to the ocean's noisy surf. Grace was wrapped up in an old blanket; carrying cigarettes and an almost empty whiskey bottle. Jack, simply strolled out wearing his jeans and nothing else, his hardness still apparent from beneath where it had been hastily tucked back up inside.

Hot, white sand stung their feet as they spread the blanket in the mid-afternoon heat and immediately started to run their hands over each other's bodies. The youth swirled his searching tongue deep into her mouth and she sucked on the probing flesh as though she couldn't get enough of it. The sensations in her body were now driving her mad with desire and her hands started to immediately take control of the situation. She domineeringly pushed on his chest and forced his back down onto the blanket. She seemed to take on all the characteristics of a crazed feline animal as she violently shoved him into the prone position and gazed at his reclining form with wet lips and passion-dazed eyes.

"Oh, Wow, Mrs. Garner, you can do anything you want to me, I don't care."

Jack said as he put his arms around her neck and brought her face down to his. Her loosely swaying breasts with their desire-hardened nipples at the tips grazed enticingly over the naked expanse of his chest sending savagely pounding sensations of sex-crazed desire through Jack's brain. She kissed him violently and kneaded hotly at his tiny male nipples smothering his belly and groin with the warmth of her lust-inspired palms.

Jack groaned with pleasure as she again enveloped his now slightly deflated penis in her hand and began her smooth delicate strokes of its lust engulfed shaft. He moaned in submissive abandonment as she cupped his balls and teased up and down with velvet fists, on the rapidly extending length of his cock. Her breasts weaved and bobbed in the summer's heat and her large, firm buttocks, pointing toward the heavens now, wriggled upward in obscene excitement as she again lowered the long silken strands of her hair down his salaciously trembling young genitals.

Grace could feel the wild vibrations of lust-filled heat flow through her waiting body as she jerked and trembled spasmodically beneath his hungrily searching hands. He stroked them up her soft inner thighs and pressed them to her hotly soaked panties. She had just re-adjusted her position to his side in order to allow herself the lewd delight of feeling his fingers massage the wetness of her panties-up between her legs as she ovaled her mouth and slipped it all the way down over the smoothly pulsating head of Jack's cock and sucked it all the way up inside to its base. Her lips were stretched wide with its excited young hardness, yet she moved them up and down it as though she had sucked cock a hundred times before.

Although she dominated the entire scene, Jack was able to lift a hand to the elastic waist band of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. His youthful brain was flooded with the white-hot sex of the moment, but he kept his senses long enough to extricate her from the flimsy material which denied him complete access to her now freely flowing cunt. He worked and kneaded her clitoris with all the expertise of a man twice his age, as she started her subtle, yet highly audible shrieks of joyous pleasure.

Sucking and licking desperately at Jack's cock, Grace frantically squeezed at his sperm-filled young testicles hoping to force them to spew forth prematurely a few drops of the youthfully building nectar up inside. She licked and sucked demonically on his erotically swaying penis and licked away hungrily the clear fluid she had finally forced out from it's head, savoring the young fresh flavor, as though it were the last meal of her life. Jack was groaning aloud and bucked his hips up off the blanket to meet the soft, warm ministrations of her mouth as her huge swinging breasts bobbed and danced down against his naked belly above.

Jack could restrain himself no longer. He wanted to watch those smoothly hobbling asscheeks grinding salaciously around above him as he fucked up between them from below. Grabbing her by the hips, he lifted her slowly up over him so that her thighs and knees were straddling him upside down. Her mouth left his cock and permitted it to sway and glisten wetly alone for a moment in the piercing rays of the sun. Then, he pushed her shoulders down toward his feet with one hand and held her round, crescent shaped buttocks back toward his face with the other. Mick's grandmother immediately knew, although she had never been screwed like this before, that Jack wanted her to face his feet while he fucked up into her from behind and below. Anticipating the excitement of the young boy's cock skewering deep up inside her lust-inflamed cunt, she kicked her panties off her ankles and sitting down, pressed the wetness of her pubic hair down hotly on his chest, her back to his face. She continued to stroke smoothly up and down on the long column of youthful cock flesh in her hand as Jack grunted aloud and raised his hips in the wanton fury of an animal that has been too long denied its prey.

"Oh Wow, please Mrs. Garner, sit on it and swallow it up in your beautiful red-haired pussy... please... please!!"

The older woman immediately responded by shuffling forward on her knees until the soft, copper-hued curls of her wetly seeping cuntlips were poised teasingly above his loins, her smoothly curved buttocks facing back toward his eagerly staring eyes. Then, reaching down under her widespread thighs with her hand and grasping his cock between thumb and forefinger just below the rim of the head, she smeared it teasingly around and around the wetly flowing mouth of her cunt. The boy groaned half out of his mind now knowing full well that she was moistening it for the searingly hot entry to come. Above it, he could see the ravenously waiting hole between her legs eagerly sucking inward as though wanting to devour the whole of him completely alive. Sensing his rising impatience, Grace closed her eyes tightly shut and suddenly, spiraling the weight of her whole naked body downward, sluiced her hotly clasping cunt-walls down tight over the young boy's rigidly throbbing cock.

"Ooooohhhh, God!" they both groaned out almost simultaneously as she momentarily sat still to adjust to his presence up inside her belly and then started to slowly, rhythmically gyrate her voraciously engulfing pussy around and around over his youthfully screaming hardness. Looking down between her widespread thighs, she could see his sperm-laden young testicles slapping softly against his rectal mouth below and she increased the speed of her fucking motions slightly to watch them dance faster and faster between his legs.

Behind her, Jack's sixteen year-old young eyes bulged wide in their sockets as he watched with bated breath the long, boyishly thin length of his cock disappearing and re-appearing deep up inside the soft, curl-fringed lips of his buddy, Mick's, grandmother's greedily absorbing vagina. Her widely flaring asscheeks hollowed and unhollowed with each succeeding downward thrust of her now almost wildly churning hips and he could see the thinly flowing sap of her lust seeping out and making his penis glow and glisten wetly in the sunlight surrounding them.

Above him, Grace Garner was going half insane with her new found sexual joy as she reached down again between her thighs with one hand and pressed the softness of the youths now sperm-bloated testicles tight up against her clitoris as his virile young cock skewered ceaselessly up into her cunt beneath it. Perhaps there was an element of masochism in her strange joy, something rooted in the very helplessness of her emotional control or in the sudden lewd, obscene vision of what it must look like to the young boy watching his teenage cock fucking her half to death from behind like this. But what counted was that she was beginning to feel it more than anything else she had ever felt in her whole life-felt as though she were being fucked half-way to heaven by a boy not even a quarter her own age.

Jack's hands were locked tightly to her hips now and they began to move faster downward to meet the sharp upthrust of his cock lunging up into her from below. Her naked body undulated rhythmically above his as her smooth rounded buttocks rolled and tossed over him in wild abandoned circles that signaled the momentary coming of her wild orgasmic storm.

"Oooooh, yeeesss, oooh," she croon-ed on and on in time with the tender young teenagers plunging thrusts up against her passion-inflamed loins, and as his strokes grew wilder and more savage she screamed out to the rolling sea in front of them: "Oh God, don't stop! Don't stop! I'm cummmmiiinnnnggggg! Aaaaagggghhhh! " The shamelessly humping, half-wild grandmother was out of her mind with pleasure now, and kept groaning out an orgasm that seemed to go on and on until she thought it would never stop. The young boy, sensing his absolute conquest of the older woman's body and mind rammed upward with a cunt-splitting thrust that almost tore the top of her head off. He embedded his wildly ejaculating young cock deep up into her greedily milking pussy-walls and pumped the liquid fire of his sperm far, far up into her convulsively heaving belly.

Later... as Grace lay with her head on his thigh and slowly licked away his wetness, he combed his fingers through her reddishly flowing hair and said: "Do you think Mick will mind sharing his grandmother with his best buddy?" Grace looked up and smiled at him through her sperm glistening lips and whispered: "No, my little darling. I-I think in the last few minutes I've become enough for both of you...!"

CHAPTER SIX

"A Rolling Stone gathers no moss," Mick reminded Lana, imploring her to move along quickly. She was wrapping sandwiches and placing cold beer in a cooler in preparation for their up-coming night party at Devil's Slide Beach. Mick was obviously irritated at the amount of time she was taking and preoccupied himself by paging through a week-old edition of the sporting news.

"Just hold your god-damn horses," she replied. "I may not be fast, but my work always satisfies." Mick and Lana looked at each other with visible tingles and twinkles of double entendre in each other's eyes as they broke into simultaneous laughter.

"All right, you two! Just because your grandfather isn't here, Lana," Grace Garner intoned, "doesn't mean you can talk like that around this house. Do you understand me!"

"O.K., Grandmom, gee, take it easy," young Lana said to her grandmother, realizing that she had been under some strain that week with her husband still in San Francisco and her left alone with four wild adolescents. "I think you should go with us to the beach. I mean, it'll be dark soon, and you'll be left all alone in the house on a beautiful night. I mean you're up-tight, so why not come along?"

"Ya, Mrs. Garner, you'd really have a good time. The relaxation would do you good!" The very sound of Michelle Keat's voice seemed to ruffle Grace and totally destroy her composure, but she had to admit that the young girl might have a point. And despite the fact that Grace considered the Keats girl nothing more than a seducing little bitch, she smiled at her and told her she might consider the invitation.

The Garner's stove was covered with hamburger grease and assorted splotches of ketchup and mustard as evidence of the noon meal. The sink was full of dishes and the floor was a patch quilt of stains and smears which were testimony to the fact that the youngsters used the kitchen like a headquarters. The daily sojourns to the beach had become a thing which Grace indeed expected. Like the rising and setting of the sun, Grace could expect her daughter and her friends to invade the refrigerator and fill its contents in Mick's camping cooler, and be off to the beach, most often until the very early hours of the morning. The discipline Grace once exacted in the house was gone and although she despised her husband for the scene he had created on the day he had left for San Francisco, she wished he was there to-bring some semblance of order back into her life.

Grace had returned home from the beach with her grandson's friend, Jack, on that event-filled day she had seen her husband debauching with Michelle, just in time to see him pull out of the drive-way in Michelle's car. Grace was still upset at the time, but her interlude with Jack had somehow made her husband's actions a little more understandable to her. She really wanted to have an opportunity to talk with John on the way to the airport and explain to him the way she felt about their marriage, but the finger of fate interceded to prevent her from expressing herself freely to the man she really loved.

"Come on, Grandmom," Mick chided, "you'll have a good time at the beach. It's a nice secluded place and it'll give you a chance to mellow out."

Grace had to agree that a little 'mellowing out' was what she needed, yet the idea of spending the evening at one of their parties with the 'children' was something she'd have to think about.

"Hey, Grandmom, Jack will take care of you," Lana Garner said as she provocatively winked at her grandmother while packing the supplies in the cool pack.

Grace tried to avoid the glances the others in the room seemed to shoot in her direction as she considered her grand daughter's remark. She knew Jack would have never said anything to the others about their 'little' affair on the beach, but as she looked at the subtle yet noticeable smiles on the faces of the youngsters in their pre-party excitement, Grace had to re-evaluate her thinking.

"Why would Jack's presence make any difference to me?" Grace harshly retorted to her granddaughter. "I really happen to think that Jack's entire mode of behavior is most undesirable."

"Ya sure, Grandmom, O.K., but in case you change your mind we'll leave you with the directions to the place." Lana's voice seemed to indicate that she knew more than she was willing to admit about the relationship her grandmother had with Jack, yet Grace elected to drop the entire subject.

"Where's Jack now, Lana?" Grace inquired. "I thought he'd come home with you two last night." Grace didn't want to sound too curious, but the fact that the youth had not been around the house all day did somehow disturb her.

"Oh, he met some chick last night from Pismo Beach and I guess they decided to spend the night. He called me this morning and said he was going out to the beach early to build a nice big bon-fire for this evening," Lana absentmindedly remarked.

She could hardly admit it to herself, but Grace found the news of Jack's nocturnal activities upsetting. She refused to admit the fact that she was feeling a bit jealous, and instead seethed with anger at the way Jack seemed to characterize the care-free, "with it" attitudes she found so profoundly against her own code of belief.

Slowly sipping on a can of beer, Grace moved to the kitchen window and caught a glimpse of Michelle, who had gone to the pool. Diving with the gracious manner of a svelte, cunning cat, Michelle brought visions of Grace's own lust-object into her mind. She thought of how Michelle's firm young body was a perfect counter-point of the young masculine strength Jack possessed. How terribly angry she had been with Michelle and the shock and repulsion with which she viewed the obscene display the young teenager had put on with her husband, but as she had time to examine her motives for her own adulterous deeds, the vision of her husband licking the vagina of the tall ravishing teenager in the pool had settled more easily on her mind. Michelle's narrow hips and protruding buttocks floated serenely on the water line, only to uptilt and weave as she would direct her voluptuous body into the bottom of the pool and return to expose her firmly developing young breasts to the top. No, she couldn't really condemn Michelle completely, Grace thought, for the girl possessed a tender kind of innocence even though she was a dreadful little prick-tease. It was as though the girl was incapable of knowing right from wrong and lived in a world of pure sensuality that needed only the slightest invitation for its expression to come alive. Yes, Grace thought, both Jack and Michelle were a part of another generation. They had new ideas about sex and sensuality, and Grace found she couldn't fault either of them for the incidents they had helped inflict into the lives of both her and her husband.

"Well, how much longer will it be before you're packed and ready to go?" Grace asked, re-entering the kitchen. "I'd like to have Elsie clean this place up before your grandfather gets home."

"Is he coming home soon?" Lana said, suddenly looking up from her work.

"Yes, he called last night saying he'd be in sometime today. I don't know when and that's one reason I couldn't go to the beach with you, even if I had wanted to," Grace's voice gave off an indication that she was taking a condescending attitude toward the activities of her grand-daughter and her friends, but her tone had a certain amount of frustrated regret in it.

"Well, maybe if he gets home in time, you'd both like to come out to the beach. It's really gonna be groovy tonight. There's supposed to be an eclipse."

"Oh, how nice," Grace smiled as she viewed her grand-daughter bent over the cooler. Grace had to admire Lana's luscious young body which seemed to be the reincarnation of all the most positive physical characteristics of Grace and her husband's daughter who bore her. Lana's long red hair cascaded over her smoothly sculptured young back like hot lava and her firm, pubescent buttocks pressed against the black shiny nylon material of her bikini panties as though they were always straining for release. Like her grandmother, Lana was blessed with a large set of widely-spaced, crescent-shaped breasts, which swung and danced with every move the young, startling beauty made.

Just as Lana slammed shut the lid to the cooler and exclaimed that they were ready to go, Grace's senses picked up a smell of a sweet, pungent aroma originating from somewhere in the living room. She traced its smell to the guest room and upon opening the room's door, Grace found Michelle, toweling herself off and smoking a strange looking cigarette. The smoke's smell was very strong and it didn't take Grace long, despite her unfamiliarity with such matters, to see that Michelle was smoking marijuana.

"Michelle, I can tolerate almost anything, but I don't want you kids smoking that stuff in the house!" Grace was furious with the girl and was tempted to say something about her lewd, obscenely secretive actions with her husband, but her better judgment prevented her from spilling out her true emotions. "Oh, come on Grandmom, take it easy," Grace heard Lana say as she entered the guest room. "Granddad wouldn't care if he were here," the young girl went on.

"What do you mean by that?" Grace said. "Do you mean to tell me that your grandfather wouldn't object to you smoking marijuana in this house?"

"That's right!" Lana retorted. "In fact he and I smoked some together just before he left, although he told me not to tell you about it."

Grace was hardly shocked by the news of her husband's latest indiscretion. It was getting to the point where the unusual and the bizarre were the common-place.

"Well, that still doesn't mean I'll allow you kids to smoke that 'stuff' in the house." Grace's emphasis on the word stuff, indicated to Lana and Michelle that Grace had the distorted opinion that marijuana would be of harm to her, so Lana attempted to reassure her that everything was proper with their behavior by telling her how good it was.

"Grandmom, why don't you try it before you condemn it?" Lana intoned. Grace walked back into the living room with the girls right on her tail. All three women seemed to radiate a certain wanton sexuality as their conversation rambled over the subject of 'grass'. Lana's big breasts seemed to heave and sway as she put forth her fervent agreement and pleas for her grandmother to try what Michelle was smoking, before prohibiting them from doing it.

Grace remained steadfast in her refusal to smoke until Mick came over to where she had sat down on the couch and handed her a newly lit cigarette.

"Go ahead, Grandmom," Mick intoned with a masculine assurance, "you'll like it."

Grace could feel her breathing become more strained as the excitement of smoking the forbidden cigarette increased. She knew the events of last week would lead to something like this and her resistance and reasons for denying herself the pleasures the youngsters in her house provided her were gone. She could feel her mammoth breasts heave in the soft nylon bra which held them, and her curiosity with the effects the cigarette would have on her heightened when Mick gently placed his hand on her arm and put the cigarette to her lips.

"Hold it in," her grandson said, as the older woman puffed. Michelle and Lana looked on as he tried to instruct Grace on the most efficient way to smoke the particular brand of tobacco she was sampling. Feeling emboldened by her initial contact with the drug's effects, but feeling they were minimal, she dragged again and again on the reefer, holding it deep down in her lungs longer and longer on each inhalation.

Suddenly Lana gently removed the weed from her grandmother's lips and passed the cigarette around the room. As she watched the 'joint', as Mick called it, circulate, Grace felt her perceptions take on new meaning. The light filtering through the window seemed to melt into each participant and object in the scene, and soon Grace felt herself disenfranchised, yet still a part of her surroundings. All the room's figures, including her grand-daughter's lusciously bobbing young breasts, softened in form and their outlines seemed to become oblique and more fascinatingly defined. Grace was more relaxed than she had been in months, and the events of the last two weeks seemed to fade from her memory. Then without warning a blistering cough shook Grace's body and she rocked with a convulsive action that evoked Lana and Michelle to laughter.

"What's that matter, Mrs. Garner? A little too strong?" Michelle joked. Grace noticed that Michelle's eyes were glazed and saw Lana's pupils dilate in the glimmering late-afternoon sun. She looked at Michelle and Lana as they playfully dragged on the cigarette, their bronzed young bodies jutting and dancing with excitement and devilish merriment. She looked at Mick, who was staring at Lana's sensuously swaying breasts and she could read the young man's thoughts. But somehow the memory of Mick making love to her by the wall the other night no longer disturbed her. In fact, she could see their naked young bodies grinding hotly together as though she were there again. The marijuana had taken effect and now all Grace could think about were the strange, animal-like stirrings which were once again beginning to come alive in her loins as she envisioned in her mind's eye her grandson's long, virile young cock fucking wetly up inside the wide-split pussy of her desperately humping back granddaughter.

Thoughts, incredibly wild, urgent lustful thoughts ran through her mind as she watched Mick ready himself for the trip to the beach. She had always found her grandson exceedingly attractive physically, but she now saw him in a more glamorous light than she had ever seen a young man before. He was as strong as his young friend Jack, she thought, and by the way he moved so lithely, she knew he'd make a good lover. She hardly even noticed the incestuous nature of her thinking as she surveyed the way Mick's pants bulged at the crotch and the heavy movement of the contents in his jeans. Grace had all the information she needed to assess her young grandson's suitability as a lover.

Then, just as the older woman began to mentally undress completely her young grandson, the phone interrupted her licentious thought pattern.

"Mick! It's Jack, he wants to talk to you," Michelle said from the hallway.

"O.K.," Grace heard Mick tell Jack, "I'll wait here for you." Mick returned quickly to the living room to tell Michelle and Lana that Jack had called to say that he'd have to come back to the Garner's to pick up some things he had forgotten. Issuing what appeared to be directives to the young girls, Mick told them to drive to the beach and to wait for Mick and he to return.

Light flickered off the metallic candle-holder on the kitchen's center table and added sparkle and zest to the wanton passions which seemed to inflame Grace's whole body as she heard the girls slam the garage door on their way to the car and the beach. Could Jack have sensed that Grace wanted him back at the house before her husband returned home? No matter what the answer, as fate would have it, he was coming. She was also pleased to see the little flicker of lewd delight cross over Mick's face when he ordered the young girls to leave the house before he did. Perhaps it was her drug-filled imagination, but Grace, swore she saw her grandson look at her in the same excitingly perverse way Jack did the first time he had met her.

Mick went to the freezer to open another beer and handed one to Grace on his return. The cold liquid foam seemed to perfectly quench her parched throat as she drank the beer down and noticed her nephew fidget nervously with his groin. He seemed to be in a state of agitated excitement and she could see by his face, covered with a wantonly desirous stare, that he had the same intentions of fucking her that his young friend, Jack, had had.

Grace could hardly believe her ears.

How could he have possibly seen her watching them!

"You know out by the wall this week. We actually were watching you for a while," he continued as her mouth dropped wide open. "I whispered to Laura that you were watching us and we actually acted out the final scenes of the little thing you saw. We got a bigger kick out of watching you tickle your ass with the grass and finger-fucking yourself than you did out of watching us fucking."

Grace reeled with the thought that her own grandson and granddaughter could add insult to injury by finding humiliatingly perverse delight in watching her, a sexually deprived older woman in masturbatory fulfillment.

"Did you like what you saw?" Mick asked, sitting down close beside her on the couch.

Grace rustled in her seat with embarrassment, but at the same time found her breasts trembling with the thrill of the moment.

"Yes, Mick, being as honest as I know how to be, I must say I liked it. The whole thing really turned me on," Grace timidly remarked.

"Ya, well I know it did," Jack said, "we were watching you, remember?" He laughed and stroked her thigh with a friendly patting motion as they both smiled and laughed over what was a delightfully humorous scene.

As the laughter died, Grace's body gave birth to the most intense stirring burn her loins had ever experienced. The feeling of the marijuana and the crushing sensation it had on her morals turned her perceptions into a sudden and uncontrollably pleasant surrender to her sensual-primitive instincts. She looked into Mick's gleaming, animal-like gaze and instantly decided that even though he was her own grandson, she wanted to get naked with him. She was surprised at how quickly she'd come to the realization, but then she also realized she was no longer the same timid little housewife she was several days ago.

As though they both knew it was coming, Grace touched Mick's hand as it slowly snaked its way up her passionately hot thigh and they both realized that the delights of each other's flesh was what they both wanted and needed. Grace's breath was coming in tight, excited little gasps now, and the burning sensation in her belly grew in maddening intensity as she looked down with hungrily devouring eyes and watched the huge bulge in her grandson's crotch grow. The room began to feel increasingly warm, and Grace could feel beads of perspiration form on her forehead. Her body felt again like a fire out of control. She bit down on her lower lip to repress the groan that seared through her as Mick started to tease the flesh fold of the nylon panties running up between her legs and she jerked her buttocks nervously upward as he did.

Mick's movements became bolder as he unfastened the skimpy halter top which enshrined his voluptuous grandmother's sensuously billowing breasts. He leaned to her side, deftly moving his fingers around and behind her. He kept his right hand pressed tightly against her blisteringly heated cunt lips beneath the panties, and as he deftly slipped the last restraining straps down over her shoulders, he stared in amazement at the way her breasts jutted and bobbled with just the slightest sway of her shoulders.

"Oh Mick, that feels goooooood!" she said, as Mick began to knead and squeeze the sensuously heavy orbs as he cupped them in his palm.

His hands ran down her smooth silken sides and played with the fine strands of nylon on her bikini waist band. He noticed suddenly that her own hand had dropped between her thighs and he watched it magically pump and knead within the mysterious confines of her panties and the erotic sight of her bulbous breasts increased the pumping madness of his own lust. He pressed his hand down into her desire-soaked vagina and watched as they both fingered together the deliciously throbbing folds of her vaginal walls. She began to moan and jerk with spasmodic pumps of her hips and buttocks as Mick's other fingers rolled and pulled the hardened nipples of her breast. He massaged her firm strong stomach and gently worked her warm, spongy breasts with an expertise that Grace found hard to believe in a young boy his age.

Below, the jerking and pumping of her buttocks on the couch became more violent, until she could no longer stand it. She knew what she wanted and went for it. Turning her nephew around so that she looked directly into his thighs and feeling his cock lurch into almost full erection at the sight of her monstrously heaving breasts, she quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants from his hips.-His blood-filled cock sprang out from the confines of his jeans like a giant telephone pole being slowly, mechanically raised. Mick's bulging, menacing cock was even bigger than Jack's, she thought, as she gently jerked it to its extreme, flaccid length and began pumping the fine transparent skin over the hardening shaft. He groaned upon her initial touch and then simply started to rock and sway his virile young cock up into her right hand as she deftly, almost expertly with her other hand cupped his huge hanging balls and jerked and kneaded his pounding hardness into an erection she couldn't believe.

Her soft, yet strong and gracious feline figure made her ministrations to Mick's prick even more exciting an his rocking movement into her velvet hands increased in intensity as he watched her. He could see her widely bulging eyes stare in lewd fascination at the gigantic young thickness in her hand and below the eyes, the two giant breasts which bobbed and weaved as her hand worked on his prick. He could see her milky, firm thighs folded over her calves as they spread slightly at the knee and revealed the moisture of her panties as they secreted more copiously now the mysterious juices of her rapidly rising lust. She was a beautiful, sexy woman, Mick thought to himself, and he was lucky to have her warmth and electric sexuality at his disposal.

With her hands working the mammoth cock as though she were kneading a large roll of baking dough, she worked the life into it as it attained a ram-rod rigidity. Then, dropping her head downward, she started to kiss and lick it softly, like a kitten drinks milk, and then suddenly, without a warning, she guided the head to her lips and sucked it up into her warm, wet mouth. The young virile pungency and taste of his seminal fluids filled her nostrils and mouth, and it excited her head into savagely plunging up and down motions as her throat adjusted quickly to the incredible length of his exciting young penis. She worked the young man's flesh with all the dexterity of a surgeon and the pulsating and rhythmic movement of his scrotum gave evidence that his sperm-bloated balls were due to erupt at any moment.

Just as Grace prepared herself for the sweet succulent flesh at the end of her grandson's long, sensuously throbbing shaft, the door was suddenly flung open, and both Grace and Mick were somewhat taken aback to see Jack, standing there in only his blue-jeans and an incredibly wicked and obscene smile on his face.

"Well, well. What do we have here? It looks like something close to a family reunion." Jack's words rang aloud in Grace's ears and shocked her as she momentarily stopped the loud, lewd slurping action which she had begun on the well-hung young man in her grasp.

Mick spun around from his position and his face reflected the frustration he felt at being interrupted in the middle of a pleasurable experience.

"Christ!" he said, embarrassed to the core, "I didn't expect you back so soon."

"Evidently not," Jack retorted. "But I forgot to tell you that I called from a bar just a few miles down the highway. Looks like you two are having a good time. Mind if I watch?"

The thought of her other teenage lover watching her suck her grandson's cock momentarily shocked her, but Grace could feel a surge of heat flow through her loins at the lewdness of it, and she felt like a wild bitch in heat as, (without even acknowledging Jack's presence), she took the dangling cock in her hand and slipped it back into her mouth.

Jack looked on in amazement as Grace artfully worked the saliva-glistening hardness back and forth between her grotesquely distended lips. He could feel the olive-oil texture of her tongue and lips himself, as he watched her hungrily nibble and suck at his buddy's mammoth young organ. She ran her hands up and down Mick's powerful thighs and pulled and kneaded his muscular, hairy buttocks. She cupped the obscenely swinging balls in her hand and played with them as though they were giant candied marbles. Her lips formed the shape of a huge oval and appeared to take on all the characteristics of some lust-crazed sucking machine. Her lips now created an opening the size of a large coffee mug and she accommodated Mick's gargantuan penis with slippery, wetly sluicing suck-strokes as her hand gently measured every inch of the shaft with loving caresses.

Jack could feel himself rustle and the hardening fire in his jeans told him something was up as he unconsciously lowered his hand to his crotch and started a slow methodical stroking of his own penis. As he watched the salacious spectacle his head became filled with dizzying pictures of lust and the sex-starved woman before him exemplified the raw sexual energy of a wild screaming whore.

Jesus Christ! He had to get into the act too... he just had to and he moved slowly toward them, a plan of how they could all three enjoy it at the same time flickering film-like through his lust-aroused young mind...

* * *

"World Airlines Flight 707 now unloading passengers at Gate 7, Blue Concourse." The voice of the public address system woke John Garner from his bar stool, and looking at his watch he realized he'd have to face the music sometime. He was reluctant to head home and face his wife, after the unbelievable scene of debauchery he had put on with their teeny-bopper houseguest the week before, but he had made up his mind to explain to his wife that he had been wanting another woman, a younger woman, for some time. He knew he was wrong for his actions, but he knew his wife was loving and understanding and that their long-time marriage could stand the shock of this one infidelity.

Picking up a cab, he jumped in the back seat and shouted out the address to the driver over the roar of an over-passing jet airliner.

"2287 Del Rio Boulevard," he said as he casually took out a hip flask from his coat pocket and took a good pull, re-preparing himself for the angry scene he anticipated at home. He didn't want Grace to come to the airport simply because he was sure that she'd start immediately in on his lecherous behavior with the wild, young Michelle. He had talked to Michelle only days before when she answered the Garner's phone when Grace had been out shopping. They had exchanged some banal chit-chat and then Michelle dropped the bomb. Grace had apparently seen the wanton sexual display they had put on. She had evidently told Jack about it and in turn Jack had informed Michelle to prepare herself for Grace Garner's wrath. Well, John said to himself, I don't want to take any chances. If Grace is ready to turn this thing into a battle I want to be at my best. He took another long belt from the strong blended whiskey and then, after offering the driver a drink, he stashed it back in his coat.

The cab pulled into the Garner driveway and quickly departed, spewing out gravel and rock at the man who'd apparently under-tipped the driver. John, with suitcase in hand, headed in the general direction of his front door. He had so much to drink on the plane and then again in the cab that he was having trouble negotiating the slight staircase onto the Garner patio. He finally made it and then made his way to the door, hoping to find his wife in a good-natured mood. As he passed the living room window his liquor-drenched mind could not quite grasp the meaning or reality of what his eyes said his brain saw on the living room floor.

Looking again, and then performing another double take, John tried to tell himself that his mind was deceiving him. He realized that he'd had too much to drink, but the sight he saw in the living room was just too much for his disbelieving senses to assimilate.

There on the rug, the expensive Persian rug he had bought her for their engagement, lay his own sixteen year old grandson, flat on his back with his unbelievably long, thick young cock fucking the voluptuous lady he was proud to call his wife. He reeled with the profound revelation that his wife was not the faithful, loving creature he had always thought her to be. He knew she had discovered his indiscretions, but had never considered that she could or would act out her rage in the style he saw in front of him.

John knew he'd be a hypocrite to confront Grace now on the grounds that she was being disloyal.

But more than the acute jealousy, his mind suffered from seeing his wife engaged in the incestuous act she was performing with their son's son, was the abject shock he experienced as he watched his slavishly kneeling wife lovingly suck on the towering penis in her cock-inflated mouth. Jack, Mick's young friend, his face contorted wildly with lust, drove his hips into Grace's face, as she straddled Mick's groin who fucked away at her widely split cunt from below.

John just looked in stunned silence, not even considering what his next move would be. He was too awed by the occurrence before him to simply look away, yet the sight of his beautiful pedigreed wife as she rocked and ground her buttocks hungrily up and down on Mick's heavily impaling young hardness was a sight he found somewhat emotionally confusing. She's loving it, he thought jealously, as she bucked and swayed on Mick's pelvis, while at the same time she sucked the other teenaged boy's long hard cock as though she hadn't eaten for years. He found the whole thing disturbing, to say the least, but there was something about the proficiency with which his wife worked the two young pricks over, that caught John's fascination.

Never in his life, had he seen a woman so entranced by what she was doing. She lovingly sucked one cock with her lips, while she ground away with her cunt at the other. John's initial reaction of jealousy and anger for the scene his wife was creating on the carpet, was now giving way to a feeling of admiration and acute excitement.

John felt like a voyeur at a peep-show as he watched Grace sway with the violent hip thrusts their young grandson threw up into her vagina from below without missing a stroke, and suck the other boy off at the same time. Their clothes were scattered all over the room and the lewd, lust-inciting sight reminded John of the wildest orgies of his most fantastic dreams.

Then it all became very clear to him. He knew what he had always wanted from his wife, but was afraid to ask her. He had treated her like a toy in a doll house for so many years that he hadn't had the presence of mind to see that she was really quite like the screaming, wanton woman of his dreams. How, he said to himself, he wished he had developed the sexual prowess the wonderfully wanton, and sexually explosive Grace seemed to excel at. She was like a volcanic mountain of sex, like a wild scorpion of lust as she jerked and groaned happily with every new inch of flesh that impaled her voluptuously rounded body. He knew he had been negligent in developing their sexual relationship to the fullest, but as he witnessed what went on before him, he knew that now was better than never. He stumbled to the door and opened the latch with all the skill of a cat burglar. Inching his way inside the living room, he immediately caught Jack's attention. Jack, who'd been looking at his long angry cock deeply penetrating Grace's warm wanton mouth, looked up in alarm at John Garner as he was slowly, quietly taking off his sport coat. As their eyes met, John put a well-manicured finger to his lips, signaling to the young boy that he didn't want his wife to-know he was there, and then started slowly to approach the nakedly struggling three-some. Jack looked suspiciously at John, trying to detect any notes of rage and jealousy on his face, but seeing nothing but a playfully devilish glint in the older man's eye, understood what he was up to, and smiling more happy than ever, resumed his hip thrusts up into the older woman's cock-engorged mouth.

John, slowly, with extreme care, tiptoed to within inches of Grace's smoothly working back muscles and looked down into Mick's face. Luckily Grace was facing Mick's feet and had no idea her estranged husband was only inches away from her as she sucked and fucked the two young boys as though there would never be a tomorrow. Mick was initially shocked to see his grandfather, who he had always considered a very conservative man, peering down at his perspiring face. But when John Garner smiled broadly, and indicated with a few quick hand signals what he was going to do, Mick felt his momentary fear of the older man turn into a feeling of sexual camaraderie.

The younger men understood immediately what the older man was up to when he slipped out of his shirt and slacks and abruptly ripped off his jockey shorts, revealing a semi-hard erection already seeping slightly with seminal fluid.

John was forced to straddle Mick to reach his wife's lovely curvaceous hips and buttocks, but the younger man didn't seem to mind and in fact found the whole idea of a menage' a trois with his grandparents and best friend quite a turn-on "Big John' held the huge prick in his hand and pulled back the thinly stretched foreskin to expose the huge bulbous head. He stroked it lightly, draining it of the fluid in its opening and then gently began a small rotating movement around his wife's sweetly little exposed anus.

"Oh Mick, I like that, keep it up, darling, keep it up!" she cooed hotly as John's prick immediately jerked and twitched with the excitement the novel and almost sadistic situation brought him.

"Oh Mick, doooooo it, baby, I like it," she grunted on, her mouth trying desperately not to lose the younger boy's cock as she opened it. She jutted and swayed her whitely grinding buttocks back in the direction of what she thought was her grandson's lewdly probing middle finger hungrily now, and anxious for him to fuck her with it there too.

John was even more excited by the more desperate pleading and whimpering moans coming from his wife now, and as he massaged her anus with the tip of his prick more rapidly, milking more fluid from it, preparing it for the deeper impalement of her bowels yet to come.

As he continued his actions on her tightly quivering little anus, she mewled with the urgency of a hungering pussycat at feeding time, and then, finally, without even the slightest warning, John flicked his hips forward and firmly shoved the big rubbery head of his cock into his instantly whining wife's asshole.

Grace jerked frantically as the hugely throbbing cock made its initial penetration, and was suddenly stricken with the realization that Mick's finger couldn't be as big as the object that was being lodged now up in her anus.

Something strange came over Grace as she began a frantic last stage sucking motion on Jack's soon to explode penis. She experienced the strange sensation that someone was watching her. Someone she didn't know was in the room, but someone she knew would care about her lewd, wanton behavior. The soft plushness of the carpet below her knees moved perceptively, as though possessed by some magical force, and then Grace suddenly came to the conclusion that someone had entered the room and indeed had snuck up behind her. Without taking the young boy's penis from her mouth, she pushed him slightly to Mick's side, to allow her a better look behind her buttocks, and as she turned around to see who was in the room, she was startled out of her wits.

With all the smugness of a Victorian king, and wearing the leering, wicked grin of the devil himself, her husband looked her directly in the eye, and then smiled triumphantly down at her. She looked at him in horror, not knowing precisely what he intended, but then felt somewhat more at ease with the situation when John spoke softly to her, "Just relax honey, this won't hurt a bit."

Grace's thoughts raced through her mind at the speed of light. She was amazed, yet somehow strangely pleased that her husband had returned from his trip to find her taking on two boys at the same time on their living room rug, and yet refused to make a scene over it. She was in fact pleased to see that he was open minded enough to see that her ecstasy was a foregone conclusion, and had elected to enter in to the pleasures she was dishing out, rather than attempting to stop her in her delightful pursuit of sexual satisfaction and fulfillment.

Before turning again to continue sucking on the boy in front of her, she gave her husband one last understanding wink and her husband in turn looked at her in a wantonly desirous way which indicated that he, too, knew the feelings that gave rise to her behavior, and was familiar with the blasphemous way she was behaving and could therefore condone and even join in on them.

Now the moaning sounds of the foursome sounded like a well-orchestrated choir as Grace served all the men the treat of their choice. As her body quaked over Mick's thundering young rod, her chin obscenely absorbed the pounding Jack's sperm-bloated young balls were giving it. She rutted on her knees to the dual onslaught of Jack's monstrous prick and Mick's violent thrusting motions. The boys fucked all open orifices with a vengeance now as John readied himself for his final assault on her nakedly waiting rectum.

"AAAAAuuuuurrrrrggggghhhhh," she groaned as John gently forced his prick's shaft into her tight hairless little asshole. He shut his eyes tightly and his facial muscles grimaced as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper into the narrow, tightly straining passageway. At times she'd try to pull away from her sodomizing husband, but then, adjusting to his mammoth proportions, she lurched her hips backwards, attempting to get even more of the monstrous rod into her already deeply engulfing bowels. John started gasping with arousal at the voluptuously heaving body impaled on the three sperm-inflated cocks. He swayed rhythmically and pushed his cock deeper still into the inflamed pink asshole as his wife screeched in lusting fulfillment. As he rammed into her with hard, cruel thrusts, he watched the soft pink rectal flesh follow his lewdly probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting the unwanted withdrawal to the bitter end.

The intense prickle of discomfort which had momentarily shot through her body, was now followed by electric shocks of pleasure which fluttered around her loins from the incessant strokes provided by the three skewering cocks in her body. Yes, she thought, it was her own husband who was implanting his cock in her in such a new and unusual way, but her thoughts were more positive about their marriage when she felt the gyrating thickness of John's cock and realized she could have it like this any time, now that pretense was gone forever. She ovaled her lips tightly around the youth's hardness in her mouth, now hotly sucking him close to orgasm while she ground her lewdly churning hips back in a wildly thrashing fit of submission.

Grace's rock-hard buttocks pounded obscenely at her grandson's heavily swollen penis below and she knew he was going to cum by his rapidly increasing jerks up between her open thighs. She screamed and moaned as her own husband ravished and stuffed her anus almost to the bursting point, smacking his wantonly working groin flush against her backside with heavy, ass-splitting thrusts. She knew with pride now that she had taken him all the way up inside her virginal rectal channel, and lowering her hand from Jack's balls to her vagina, she could feel the thin membrane which separated the plunging, rummaging diameters of John and Mick and felt the sudden flood of blood to her temples. She was cumming, she knew it now, and the young boy fucking wildly into her mouth was almost ready too.

And God, she wanted him to shoot it out between her lips... to swallow his fresh tasting, hot young jism and feel it dribbling down her throat... filling her belly with its heat just as her husband's and grandson's cocks pummeling into her maddeningly stretched back passage and pussy would respectively fill her! Yes, oh yessssss... ! She sensed Jack's virile young hardness abruptly swelling in her mouth and wildly she sucked it!

It exploded as he groaned aloud, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting, and she swallowed rapidly to keep from choking on the continual spurts issuing ceaselessly from it. She drank it hungrily in thick gulps, locking her lips tighter around the ejaculating organ, not wanting to lose even a tiny drop of the fiery, sweet-tasting nectar. Jack fell away from her then, and small droplets seeped from the corners of her mouth, his shrinking young member slithering lifelessly from her still automatically sucking lips, long thin strings of his thick, white sperm stretching from them to his flaccid young cock-head pulling away.

"Oohhhh... yes... ! God, yesss!" Grace began to hoarsely chant in the litany of the overwhelmed, continuing to respond in kind to each powerful lunge into her sensually excited cunt and rectum. Furious they became, both husband and grandson seemingly punishing her without mercy, and she gave them back in wantonness every stroke they delivered into her, until all three began to growl and groan in an unintelligible maze of lust-filled abandon.

"Aaauuggghhh... fuck me... oh, fuck me hard! Oh God... I can feel both of your cocks inside me! Oohhh... ooooohhhhhh... ooohhh... faster... harder... make me cummmmmm... " Grace begged, urging husband and grandson on as she mentally envisioned their totally obscene ravishment of her intensively seething genitals, the imagined picture driving her toward a vortex of cyclonic lust. It seemed to go on forever... the blinding ecstasy of it... the four hands gripping and clutching at her as she strained insanely toward her apex. Her dazed brain reeled... nothing else in the world mattered but the tremendous sensations of blissful rapture about to burst inside her.

"Now... now...!" she wailed. "Please... oh God, please... cum in me together! Fill me! Drown me in your cum! Oooohhh... I-I'm cummiinngg!"

Behind her, John grunted heavily from deep in his throat as at the same time Grace felt the thick, boiling liquid of his sperm shoot far up into her back passageway, bringing the moment of her greater orgasm on. Delicious spasms of pleasure blindly rocketed through her. She could feel every contraction of his thick, masculine cock as it literally pissed out its load of hot scalding jism deep, deep up into her greedily contracting bowels. Then, her grandson beneath her gasped and she plunged her fire-filled cunt hotly down onto his towering young cock, her breath heaving from her lungs while his huge pumping organ began spitting its thick jets of hot semen up into the far hidden recesses of her hungrily quaking belly, her own orgasmic secretions blending and puddling with his, an almost frantic convulsion of warmly satiating enchantment enveloping her...

And then... then... it was done.

She could feel behind her, her husband, John, softening slowly in her cum-drenched rectal passage begin to ease his thickness gently out of her. Finally the long smooth length, stretching longer in its softened state as she clenched her inner rectal muscles tighter around it to milk the last remaining drops of fluid from it, popped softly out into the cool of the room. Then, leaning forward over her back, he embraced her in the last sweet throes of orgasm. He held her firmly and lovingly, and they knew they had finally found the thing they had both so desperately been searching for, something the younger people in their midst had known about for a long time...

* * *

"Gramps, is that you?" Lana excitedly inquired into the phone.

"Yes, honey. It's me," John replied. "It's good to have you home again," she said lovingly. "Would you tell Mick and Jack that we're waiting for them? And tell them to hurry up, would you Gramps?"

"Yes, Lana I'll tell them. Say, you kids wouldn't mind if your grandmother and I came along, would you? I'll bet we'd have a really nice time, all of us together."

"Hey, that would be far out!" Lana replied.

"Yes, that's exactly what your grandmother and I thought, my dear. That's just what we thought!"

THE END