Part 1 of grandma fucking in lockdown

It was my turn to become his grandmother. The lockdown was long and long. Lonely. I wanted to touch the body of a man. It has been a long time since I felt one.

It had been a while that I had not felt the roughness of a beard on my skin. When I felt an earful of warm air in my ear. As I felt a heavy body that was weighing me down.

I was ready to be a real man. Even if the man was just 22. We'd spoken over the phone several times during the lockdown. It was not like he was a decade younger than I am.

We shared a lot of things in common. He seemed quite mature. I didn't believe him; I was sure it wasn't going to be a romantic relationship. However, that's not what I was looking for immediately.

The lockdown didn't end completely. It was still illegal to have a conversation with other people inside. However, he'd contacted me and asked if I could visit mine. I had accepted.

It was like a secret meeting. It was more thrilling the fact that we weren't permitted to attend. I generally like to follow the rules. I believe that law and order is a must.

Do I have a "GILF, a "grandma who I'd love to be a fuck"?

I was wondering if he was thinking about the possibility that I might be his grandma. He'd said I was hot because he thought it was cool because I was older. He was fond of older women. Did he really love grandmother-age women?

The mirror in front of me was awe-inspiring. I gazed at my cleavage and brushed the wrinkles. They are a reflection of what I'm about. The story I tell about my journey. He could be fine with them or not.

I was slim and tall and, even though my skin was beginning to sag in some places, I think I was pretty good looking considering my age. Elegant. The dark locks of my hair dropped just below my shoulders.

I was wearing my black negligee made of silk. It was underneath me naked. Only I was able to see it for quite a while. Years.

The doorbell was ringing. I was a bit frightened. I quickly put on the black dress. My heart jumped.

I stepped outside to open the door. Although he was significantly younger than I was, I was nervous. Perhaps it was because I was.

He smiled hugely when I opened the door.

"Finally," he simply declared.

I said hello and asked him to enter the room.

We sat down to a conversation over trivial matters. We quickly took out the wine bottle. His dark curls frame his face. I was wondering whether it was due to the lockdown and absence of hairdressers.

He sipped a final glass of wine before asking if I wanted to go back to the bedroom. My voice was a bit shaken as I answered "yes".

He held my hand and instructed me to lead the way.

Ain't a grandma no more

I was in my bedroom. It was a large space with a King-sized bed. Large white drawers frame the space. The potted plants were on the windowsill, in the drawers and even down on the floors.

"Finally I've put you in your bedroom,"" he added. "Now take a look at what's under that dress , right."

He grabbed hold of my shoulders , and turned me around, and then the hair was moved toward the left. He pulled my zipper to the side and exposed my skin.

The dress was pulled up to the sides, putting it over my shoulders and then let it fall on the floor.

His hands turned around. The man had a tense expression on his face. Eyes were dark, as they swam through my body, both up and down and taking in everything.

Then, his lips appeared touching mine. We kissed, hungry kisses. As if we were starving for kisses. His hands swung swiftly over my body. Romantic and yet intense.

He took off his shirt. He was a soft and soft and creamy white. It was clear that he had not been outside for long. A few hairs remained in his chest. I was fumbling with the buttons of his pants.

He assisted me and then his pants fell off. His thighs were slightly larger than his chest. There was a noticeable appearance of a bulge beneath those white boxers.

The kisses were on my neck, on my shoulders, my neck, and my chest. It was as if his fingers were everywhere in one go. A tiny electrical charge was flowing across my body. I'd not felt this alive for a long time.

I lost track of the place I was. I had no idea my identity. I had no idea that I was older enough for him to call me his grandmother. It didn't appear that he was concerned about my age.

A head and legs

He took off his boxers and was naked before me. His beautiful cock looked gorgeous. Hard. He was pointing straight upwards. He snatched my negligee from my shoulders, and then let it slide onto the floor.

He took my breasts. He cupped them. They played with them. He kissed them. He laid his head between them.

He was speeding up. His fingers were between my legs, fumbling on my clit. He placed one finger between my lips, moving it between my lips. He was kissing me simultaneously.

He took the cock into my palm. It was a slow start but then moving more and more. My mouth moaned. My lips were smacking lightly.

Then the man grabbed me and put me on the mattress. His face was tucked between my legs. I was tasting my pussy.

My back was arched. He placed one of his fingers inside my mouth while his tongue moved around my clit in a precise manner. It was as if he was aware of my physique.

The entire room began shaking and convulsing. Then I took a breath. He fingered me faster and licked me harder. My entire body burst into an intense gasp.

I was not in my body, floating over it. My body fell to the bed, and I was unable to breathe. I had held my breath for a bit too long.

I glanced down at him. He smiled at me, seated with the head of his legs between mine. My chest rising seemed to be the only area of me that was moving. The rest of my time was spent.

"I'll allow you to rest for a while, and then I'm going to kiss that gorgeous mussy you have," he said.