Grandma Celine

"Ahhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Fuckkkk. Ahhhhhh."

Before Betty came to bed, I fell asleep. Next day, Betty woke me at about 10 AM, and said:

"I have to get ready to meet Amanda. You can take a shower before you leave."

I joined Betty in the Lanai where she was sitting in a couch and reading the morning paper. As I sipped a cup of coffee, Betty looked alluring in a black sleeve-less blouse and a denim skirt that was pulled up. She smiled when she saw me staring at her bare legs and thighs, and said in awe:

"You want me again, so soon?"

I nodded my head and, after sliding to my knees, I opened her legs, pushed up her skirt, and buried my head in her crotch. Betty protested mildly:

"Here, in the Lanai?"

She soon moaned with pleasure as I kissed her silk panties-covered pussy. Betty whispered:

"I don't want my clothes wrinkled," and, after standing up, removed her blouse and skirt. Betty mumbled:

"You're insatiable," and pushed me to lie flat on the carpeted floor.

Playfully, for several minutes we wrestled on the floor, and I managed to remover her bra and panties. With a look of determination, Betty helped me remove my clothes, sat on top of me, and said:

"You look so young and handsome," and snaked my throbbing cock in to her pussy.

Seeing Betty's sagging boobs and wrinkled skin in broad day light turned me on. As Betty fucked my cock slowly, I grasped her jiggling boobs with my large hands. After several minutes of slow fucking, Betty leaned forward and began to fuck me like a possessed woman. She moaned incoherently, as she fucked me with determination. Soon, as her tight pussy spasmed around my cock, she crushed my chest with hers in a bear hug:

"Ahhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh."

Several minutes later, Betty lifted herself off of me, smiled, laid down next to me, and said:

"I didn't think I would have an orgasm so soon," and nudged me to fuck her.

I lifted Betty's naked legs on to my shoulders, and fucked her slowly. I savored the sight of her jiggling boobs as my glistening cock went in and out of her wide-open pussy. I paused to savor Betty's twitching pussy massaging my cock when Betty said:

"Today is the second anniversary of my divorce."

I said, "We should celebrate. It's time for a new beginning."

Betty replied, "This naked fucking is my celebration with you. Amanda is taking me out to celebrate."

At that moment I knew that I was not yet a special person in Betty's life and I was lucky to be fucking her, a beautiful older woman.

I called Betty a few days later; after exchanging pleasantries, in a concerned voice, she said:

"Amanda called to say she's pregnant and wants to get married to her boyfriend next month."

For the next few weeks, Betty was busy preparing for Amanda's wedding. A few weeks later, I called her to offer my help with yard work, but Betty turned me down. She also confided to me that an older gentleman, a lawyer, has been calling on her. I realized that Betty found a wealthy man to support her and provide her with companionship, if not good fucking. After couple of years of marriage, Amanda discovered her husband was cheating on her.

CELINE AT MOM'S WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

I was lonesome and longed to meet a sexy woman who cared for me. I masturbated often thinking of Celine. It was early spring after I turned 24. I began to lose hair early and, by the time I graduated from college, I was bald on top of my head. Together with my light-colored hair, I looked older than my 24 years. After getting a degree in history, I was lucky to have a temporary job as a high school teacher. Meanwhile, my big brother married his high school sweetheart, and moved to Maryland; after couple of years, he and my sister-in-law had twin boys.

I also worked hard to become a good carpenter and used my skills to renovate mom's cottage on the shore of a nearby lake for year-round living. In exchange for that work, Julian and mom let me live in their cottage. I visited my mom and Julian often at their home, to watch sports events on their large TV and shoot baskets in their yard.

Julian was promoted to Assistant Principal of the middle school and mom to Principal of the elementary school. That summer, they were looking forward to celebrating their 15th wedding anniversary. Julian invited Celine to come to the anniversary party. One evening after Celine came to visit, I went to drop off groceries I picked up for my mom. I found Celine watching a show on the large TV in the living room; she was dressed in a grey loose sweat shirt and pants, and had tied her now shoulder-length hair in a pony tail. Somehow, she looked younger than I had expected.

When Celine saw me, she greeted me warmly, kissed me on my cheek, and said:

"Julian and your mom had to attend a meeting at the school."

I said, "I am going to have a beer. Would you like one?"

Celine said, "No, thanks. I'm going to jog shortly."

I was glad she joined me at the kitchen table. Celine said softly:

"After talking to Julian and my friends in Illinois and Quebec, I have filed for separation from Jim. It will take a while for my marriage to end in divorce."

I said, "I'm sorry. But, I'm glad to see you here," and, after a pause, asked:

"Where is your son?"

"Jacques graduated from a university in Montreal. Jim placed him in a good position in his company; he works in Chicago and the company's headquarters in Montreal," said Celine.

I said, "I can't believe you have a grown son; you look young."

Celine blushed and said, "Thank you. You don't see the wrinkles and sags. I do try to eat carefully and jog. My mom was a ballet dancer; I inherited her good figure."

After a pause, Celine added:

"You seem to be in good shape. What do you do?"

I said, "I play basketball regularly and jog occasionally."

"How tall are you? What's your weight?"

"I am about 6'2'' and 190 lb."

Smiling, Celine said, "You're weight is about 85 in kilograms. You are young too," and after a pause said:

"You will look good with a shaved head."

When she returned without her sweat shirt and pants, I saw she had on a pink, tight, halter top and tight jogging shorts; I noticed she still had big boobs and meaty buttocks on a narrow ass. As Celine tied the laces of her jogging shoes, her tight ass was up in the air and her shorts went in to her ass crevice. As I was staring at the sexy view, Celine looked back at me, blushed, smiled, and said:

"See you later," and went out the back door.

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A few days later, on a Sunday afternoon, while mom and Julian went shopping, I went to shoot baskets in their back drive way. I also hoped Celine would resume our friendship. I saw Celine working in the garden and waved to her. After watching me play for a while, Celine asked:

"Can I try to shoot a basket? I played on the girls' high school team."

I said, "Ok."

I noted she wore her blonde-gray hair in a pony tail, and a loose grey sweat shirt and matching pants; she did not wear her wedding ring.

Smiling, Celine asked, "How come you are not with your girl friend?"

I said, "The girl I was dating left for New York," and, wanting to change the subject, added:

"I am practicing for a league match at the YMCA this evening."

Celine asked, "What was her name?"

I said, "Amanda. She was a student at the university."

After missing several shots, Celine made a basket. Soon, we had a two-person game and were trying to play well. Celine and I went after a rebound and ended up with her tying me up with her arms around me. Suddenly, I became conscious of Celine's boobs pressing in to my back. Celine just giggled, jumped on my back, and held me tightly in a tight embrace. Laughing, I carried her to the basket and gave her the ball for a lay up.

A short time later, after mom and Julian returned, we went inside to have tea and cake. Mom told me that Celine is moving in to a small house on her friend's property on the lake.

Celine asked, "Can you help me paint the bedroom?"

I said, "Fine. I'll be glad to help," and asked:

"I'm curious; why paint only the bedroom?"

Celine interjected, "I don't like the beige color for my bedroom. I like pink."

AT THE ANNIVERSARY PARTY

That evening, Julian called me and asked me to accompany Celine to the 15th anniversary party on Friday, and I agreed. On Friday, I got dressed in dress slacks and shoes, a long-sleeve shirt, and a sports jacket; I also shaved my head. I watched sports on the TV while waiting for Celine. Later, Celine entered the room dressed in black: a low-cut, sleeve-less, dress that exposed her slim arms, smooth shoulders, and long neck, her freshly done hair came to her shoulders; she wore a three-strand pearl necklace that decorated the base of her neck, pearl-gold stud ear rings, black stockings, and black low-heel shoes. She had on bright red lipstick and not much make up. She wrapped a pink silk shawl over her bare shoulders.

When I stood up to greet Celine and was staring at her, she cooed, "Alex, you look so handsome."

I blushed and said, "You look beautiful and elegant."

Grabbing my arm, Celine cooed, "Thank you. We make a handsome couple. Let's go."

As we walked to my car, I inhaled Celine's flowery perfume. The party was in a room next to a lounge; it was attended by about 75 people. After we sat at a table, Celine touched my hand, leaned in to me, and said in a whisper:

"The place is full. Do you know all these people?"

I replied, "I know a few. Most people here are colleagues of Julian and mom."

I became aware of Celine's thigh touching mine and her left boob pressing in to my side. Later, I admired Celine's profile: her long thin nose, large eyes, firm boobs, and great legs as she watched Julian and my mom being congratulated by many. Celine smiled to signal she knew I was staring at her.

As we ate our buffet dinner and drank wine, Celine and I talked easily about many topics. I saw many couples and a few in groups dancing to music being played by a DJ. Celine said:

"I have not been this happy for a long time. Let's dance."

We danced in a small group of happy people. Celine smiled as she moved gracefully to the music. One time, she lifted her arms up in the air to expose momentarily her smooth under arms and arm pits. Later, as we became part of a large circle of dancers, I noticed Celine was happy and enjoying herself.

As the party was winding down, Celine held my arm and said:

"I'm so glad to be with a handsome young man. I'm having a good time. It's too early to go home. After I freshen up, may be we can go to the lounge next door and dance."

I said, "Fine."

After we sat at a table in the lounge, I ordered a beer for myself and a glass of red wine for Celine. We watched several young couples dancing. After having a glass of wine, she said:

"Alex, dance with me."

I nodded my head and we danced for several minutes without making contact, just swaying to the music. When a slow number was being played, Celine moved in to my arms, pressed her bosom in to my chest, and placed her head on my shoulder. I could smell her perfume on her neck and wine on her breath. When I felt the swell of her boobs, my cock became stiff.

As we continued to dance, I could not avoid my stiff cock pressing in to Celine's lower belly. She looked in to my eyes, smiled, and cooed:

"I'm glad I still turn you on. You make me feel appreciated. Thank you."

Celine added softly, "I think most women here are younger than me; they are about your age."

I said, "You are the most beautiful woman here," and slowly pushed my rigid cock lump in to her right thigh.

Celine smiled, blushed and, as she turned her head away, she pushed her thigh back on my cock lump. When we sat at our table, I asked her:

"Would you like another glass of wine?"

Celine replied, "Yes, please. Thanks."

After Celine finished the glass of wine, while we were slow dancing, I placed my right hand on her tight left buttock; when Celine did not remove my hand, I squeezed her buttock and left my hand on it. Celine smiled and rested her head on my shoulder. I saw she was breathing heavily and her face was slightly flushed. After couple more slow dances, I drove Celine to my mom's home. Before, she opened the back door, Celine said:

"Alex, thank you for a really nice evening. I see lights in the house. I should visit with your mom and Julian. See you tomorrow morning."

After she quickly kissed me first on my right cheek and then on my mouth, she went in. That night, lying on my own bed, I thought of how attractive Celine looked that evening, her voluptuous figure, and wondered if she would be really interested in me. I jacked off imagining that I was sucking her nipples. I decided to continue to show her that I was interested in her, but let her take the initiative in having a relationship; I did not want to lose a lovely lady.

PAINTING BEDROOM

The cottage Celine decided to rent was built on a small hill above the lake; the backyard had a well-designed hedge for privacy. It had a refrigerator and minimal furniture in the kitchen, and none in the other rooms. From the balcony of the master bedroom on the second floor, one had a beautiful, panoramic, view of the small lake. I saw couple of suit cases in the bed room and a chair on the balcony; Celine must have been spending time admiring the beautiful view.

On Saturday, Celine and I began painting her bedroom early in the morning: I painted the walls and the ceiling, and Celine did the trimming. We both dressed in shorts, long-sleeve shirts, and caps. Celine put on tight shorts that showed off her firm buttocks. When Celine wanted to paint a high corner of the ceiling, I held the step ladder for her and got a good view of her pink-panties clad buttocks. Realizing I was looking at her beautiful ass clad in tight shorts, Celine blushed.

After we were done painting, Celine went to freshen up; she returned wearing a red, low-cut, tank top that showed her sexy cleavage and large boobs. Celine looked voluptuous; she smiled and blushed when she saw me staring at her sexy chest. After we each drank a glass of water, Celine poured wine in to two glasses. As she handed me my glass of wine, I could discern freshly applied perfume on her. Celine walked out to the backyard and garden, and I followed her. Once we were outside, she asked:

"Did you sleep well last night?"

I mumbled, "Not really."

Celine whispered, "Me too," and added:

"I'm renting this house with the option to buy it."

Eagerly, I offered, "I'll be glad to help you mow the lawn and trim the hedge."

Celine said, "Thanks."

She took my right hand and led me through the garden stopping to point out various flower plants and trees, and a tool shed. After I carefully cut a red rose with a long stem and gave it to Celine, she hugged me and said:

"Thank you. It's been a long time a man gave me a flower."

Without thinking what I was doing, I planted a long kiss on her long neck. I was afraid Celine would get upset; instead, she cooed:

"The backyard has lots of privacy and is quiet. Someday, I would like to sunbathe," and, giggling, added:

"For now, I would like to just feel free."

Smiling, after handing me her glass of wine, Celine reached back underneath her tank top. In a few moments, she removed her bra and put it around my neck.

Noticing that I was blushing, Celine cooed:

"I read your mind. You should be happy I'm braless."

Celine nudged me to face her and French kissed me. In turn, I placed my hands on her buttocks and squeezed them.

I whispered to Celine, "You're a beautiful woman."

She tilted her head back, as I planted several kisses on her long neck and then on her cleavage; I got more aroused after I kissed her stretched neck and inhaled her perfume-body odor mix.

Celine placed her long slender arms around my neck, pulled my face in to her cleavage, and cooed:

"Kiss it, kiss."

Shortly, after removing her right hand from the back of my head, she gently grasped my stiff cock lump in my shorts. Looking in to my eyes, she said:

"Last night, I thought of you and this hard thing for a long time. I'm glad you like me."

Deftly, Celine pulled down my shorts and underwear, and grasped my semi-rigid cock; she giggled when it became harder in her small hand. In turn, while French kissing Celine, slowly I pulled her shorts down. After rubbing her well-toned legs and thighs, I rubbed her panties-covered crotch and felt her wetness. I felt her pubic hair through the thin fabric and fingered them at the edges.

Celine moaned softly, as I continued to rub her crotch. Slowly, I slid to my knees on a bed of leaves and twigs, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Celine had a dense growth of curly, blonde-gray, pubic hair. As I rubbed her upper thighs and hairy crotch, she moaned as her passion built. Later, she bent her right leg at the knee, lifted it, and pushed the back of my head until I buried my face in her crotch.

After a few minutes, Celine whispered, "Bring the tarp from the tool shed; spread it on the ground."

Quickly, I brought and spread the tarp near where Celine was standing. After Celine nudged me to lie down on my back on the tarp, she knelt next to me and French kissed me; she cooed:

"My body has been tingling since yesterday. Just lie there."

Eagerly, I whispered, "Please let me eat your pussy."

Blushing, Celine maneuvered her body to first straddle my tummy and then slowly moved her naked crotch near my mouth. Celine crouched with her pussy above my face allowing me to see it as I ran my fingers through her blonde pubes. Seeing her pink pussy with protruding and open lips made my cock twitch wildly in my shorts. Sexily, Celine lowered her aroused pussy close to my mouth.

Holding on to Celine's plump buttocks, I lifted my head and licked her pussy lips and clit with my tongue; later, I gently sucked on them with my whole mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh. Alexxxxxx. Clittttttt. Ohhhhhhhhhh."

After her orgasm, Celine smiled, and cooed:

"That was great. It's been a long time since any one licked me to an orgasm."

I mumbled, "I loved doing it."

Celine blushed and cooed:

"Let's go in. Take off your shorts. No one can see us."

Giggling and holding my rigid cock gently in her hand, Celine led me in to the house. In the kitchen, after tearing two paper towels from a roll, she sat in a chair. Slowly she removed her tank top and her still-firm but sagging boobs, sprang out. Staring at my pulsing cock, Celine rubbed the head on her nipples and brought my hands to her sagging boobs. As I fondled her boobs and pinched her nipples, she slowly pumped my erect cock. She paused occasionally to pour a few drops of red wine on my cock head and lick them off; she did not stop for long before continuing to pump my cock.

Celine saw the look of ecstasy on my face and cooed, "I'm glad you like it. I was afraid I forgot how to do this."

I mumbled, "It feels great. Don't stop. I'm close to cumming."

My cum flew in jets high in to the air; most of it landed on the floor, but some on Celine's boobs.

I groaned in ecstasy, "Ahhhhhh. Fuckkkkkk. Ohhhhhhhh. Ahhhh."

After my climax, my cock was still stiff and pulsing in Celine's hand. Sensing that I wanted to make love to her, Celine said:

"You are the first man to love me after my separation. Jim stopped loving me two years ago. Be patient until I sort out my life. Until then you can take me out on dates."

I said, "Celine, I'm fond of you. I can wait."

Celine squeezed my cock once more and said softly:

"By the way, I assume you're clean."

Eagerly, I said: "Yes, I am," and pleaded:

"Can I kiss them once more."

Blushing, Celine nodded her head in consent and lovingly put her hands on my shaved head. I slid to my knees on the hard floor and suckled her nipples for several minutes, until she cooed: