Reeling from the wine, and her desire, she wanted to get a closer look at him, but she knew that if she was caught, it would be almost impossible to talk her way out of it. Her own bedroom door was just a few feet away, and she could ease her desires herself under her own covers.... But she still wanted to see more of Paul.
Her grandson Brady snore softly in his room to Evelyn's right, otherwise the night was still. Except for the quivering, throbbing cunny Evelyn still stroked. She crept forward, listening for any sound to tell her to run back to her room, to the privacy of her room where she could milk herself, imagining her son-in-law's hammer-sized thing churning her insides.
Only a few feet from his bedroom door, Evelyn heard the sound of his skin rustling against his sheets. Then a low moan, and the rythmic sound of his hand slapping up and down his long shaft. She felt her cheeks burn, as she leaned against his door and peered in.
The room was brighter, light from the street shone into his window, slanting over Paul's smooth, muscular body, legs spread, back arched, hand sliding up and down his beautiful big cock. Evelyn stopped breathing, hypnotized by the sight.
Paul's eyes were closed, and he moaned quietly, rubbing his thigh then sliding his other hand between his legs to squeeze his balls and quicken his pumping action. "Mmm...yeah," he moaned, arching his back even more and groaning deep in his throat.
Evelyn's finger jumped back and forth over her clit, her belly singing as the smell of his precum and fresh sweat from his new exertions reached her. She forced a moan of her own down as he grunted, and even as she watched his toes began to curl.
He was straining up with his cock, his hand slapping fast, and he began to cum. Drops of white semen spattered his legs, his flat stomach and his sheets. He didn't stop, just kept pumping, and Evelyn felt herself rise on the balls of her feet, close, so close to her own--
"Granma, c'n I have a glass of water?" Brady pulled on Evelyn's robe as he spoke sleepily. She gasped, pulled her robe closed and backed away quickly.
"Of--of course, dear," she said, her voice thick. She grabbed Brady by the hand and led him toward the kitchen, after she turned the corner to the kitchen, she heard a click, and light filled the hall from Paul's bedroom.
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Ten minutes later, Brady was snoring again, and Evelyn shut off the light and took a deep breath before opening the door. The light in Paul's room had gone off again before she'd finished getting Brady his water... now she hoped her luck held long enough for her to get back to her room without any awkward questions.
This would just be one of those awkward things family never talked about, she prayed, angry at herself for her lusting, embarassing weakness. But still, despite her grandmotherly duties, the shadowy image of Paul's enormous hammer was burned in her mind, and her cunny still dripped.
She tiptoed through the hall, grabbed the handle of her bedroom door, opened it just enough to slide inside and then inched in silently closed, leaning against it. She sighed as she closed the door, but the moment she was alone and safe again, her hand undid the robe and slipped back into her musky sex.
She fantasized about Paul surprising her in her sleep, running his hands over and inside her just like she did now... vanity made her curse the fact she hadn't trimmed her pussy in a while, the better to tease him.
The light clicked on. Paul was stretched out, still naked, still spotted with his come, on her bed, watching Evelyn's hand slip through her fine hair to disappear inside her warm, swollen lips. Evelyn froze, seeing him take her in, knowing he knew all...laying there with that sweet, huge cock hard and throbbing on her bed.
"Come on, Evelyn, don't stop now. You saw me cum...now it's my turn."
Evelyn licked her lips, smiling unconsciously, achingly, as Paul began to stroke himself again, and then her fingers began to slide deep again. |