Grandma Celine

"It feels great. But, that's enough for now. It's time to have dinner at your mom's."

On the way to my mom's, Celine said:

"I'm thinking of going to Illinois to see my attorney and bring some of my furniture. Can you help?"

I said, "I can help after school is over."

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On the following Wednesday, mom and Julian went to an evening meeting. Celine, who was dressed in a sweat shirt and shorts, suggested we shoot baskets and then she would help me fix dinner. We both giggled and laughed as we played. Later, after freshening up, Celine returned in a blue sleeve-less blouse, black shorts, and sandals. As we were having dinner with wine, I said:

"There's good team coming to play the State University team on Saturday; it's the last game of the season. I can get tickets for us. Would you like to go?"

Celine said, "I would love to see a basketball game with you," and added:

"May be we can get a drink afterwards."

I knew mom and Julian would return home early that evening, and we had to be discreet. Still, I hoped that Celine would let me fondle her boobs and, perhaps, let me eat her sexy pussy. After seeing my eager face, Celine set the ground rules:

"Alex, no touching below the waist and we will not take any clothing off."

I steered Celine to the kitchen window from where we would be able to see Julian's car. After I kissed her perfumed neck for several minutes, I reached underneath her blouse and fondled her bra-covered boobs. When I unhooked her bra, Celine said:

"Didn't I say no clothing should be taken off?"

I mumbled, "I'm not taking your bra off of your body," and proceeded to fondle her just released sagging boobs.

Celine sighed and said, "I guess it's ok," and leaned against me.

When she felt my rigid cock lump poking her buttocks, she grasped it. I thought she might suck it and let me eat her pussy, so I slid to the floor and said:

"Please, may I?"

Celine touched my face and whispered, lovingly:

"I want it too, but not here. I'm sorry."

I got off of my knees, and resumed fondling Celine's boobs and kissing her arms. Celine giggled when I told her:

"You have beautiful, well-toned, arms."

When I started kissing her under arms, she moaned with pleasure and lifted them above her head. For the first time, I realized that Celine also had sexy armpits. Luckily for me, she agreed to let me kiss them. She admitted:

"I'm glad you appreciate my underarms and arm pits. I shaved my arm pits this afternoon. Some women don't shave. Do you want me to not shave?"

I mumbled, "May be some day."

After Celine sat on a chair, I was rubbing her delicate toes, and well-toned legs and thighs, when she asked:

"Alex, what do you like about me?"

I said, "All of you, body and mind. I'm smitten by you."

I would have continued loving Celine, but she looked at the clock and said:

"Please leave before Julian and your mom return home. See you on Saturday."

After hugging Celine and French kissing her passionately, I went home.

BASKETBALL GAME AND AFTERWARDS

On Saturday morning, I cleaned the interior of my large, old, van. I removed the middle row of seats and placed a few cushions on the seats. After a light dinner, I drove to my mom's home. Julian and mom were glad that I was taking Celine to the basket ball game. Celine was dressed in a long, wrap-around, pink skirt, pink short-sleeve blouse, nylons, and flat shoes; she wore costume jewelry: a thin necklace and short ear rings; she also carried a light sweater in case it got cool. I put on jeans, sports shirt, and sneakers.

The field house was filled to capacity by fans hoping for a surprise victory by the home team. Celine and I cheered for our team, but in a short time the visiting team had built up a large lead in points.

At half time, I just bought two soft drinks, and was carrying them to Celine when I was stopped by Amanda. I did not know she had returned to town. Amanda was flirting with me as if we have remained good friends. I saw Celine coming towards me with a combined wry smile and irritation on her face. Amanda did not see Celine walking towards us. Celine looked at Amanda as if she was an intruder. As soon as Celine was at my side, she took her drink from my hand, grasped my arm while pressing her left boob in to me, and cooed:

"Alex, it's sweet of you to buy me a drink. Please, introduce me to your friend."

As I introduced Celine to Amanda, their eyes met. I could not see the expression on Celine's face, but I saw that almost instantaneously Amanda stopped smiling, her face became white, and soon she left us. Celine cooed:

"Good riddance. She's a shallow person."

I asked, "What did you say to her? She left abruptly."

Celine cooed, "Nothing. I call it a woman's intuition: she saw something between us that told her to leave. She won't bother us again," and added:

"She's a good looking young woman; you have good taste."

I mumbled, "Amanda and I dated a few times. That's all."

As we went back to our seats, Celine grasped my arm tightly and put her head on my shoulder. About the middle of the second half, many spectators began to leave. Celine whispered to me:

"Alex, let's leave; it's too stuffy here; our team is losing."

As I was driving out of the field house parking lot, Celine whispered:

"It's a beautiful evening. I want to see the lake in the moon light. Let's go to my place."

I drove to the back of Celine's cottage and parked on a ridge with a view of the lake.

Celine cooed, "It's a beautiful sight," and, after a few moments, added:

"Hold me in your arms. I feel young. I want to make out in your van."

Excitedly, I slid towards Celine and pulled her in to my arms. Lying in my arms, Celine reached with her right hand to my face and gently ran her fingers on my cheek, forehead, and cooed:

"Hi handsome," and French kissed me lovingly; it was a long, sensuous, kiss with both of us exploring each other's lips and mouth. Celine was a better kisser than me. After a few more French kisses, I slid my hand underneath Celine's blouse and grasped her lacy bra-covered boobs. I was ecstatic when Celine unhooked her bra and placed my two hands on her full, bare, boobs.

I moved to the back seat and helped Celine move too. I knelt on two cushions at Celine's feet and ran my right hand up Celine's stocking-covered leg to her thigh. When I felt the stocking was attached to a garter belt, I realized Celine planned to make out. Following a passionate French kiss, after Celine slid her silk panties to her ankles, I removed them, and stuffed them in my pants pocket.

I spread Celine's thighs. In the moon light, I discerned her beautiful red garter belt-adorned pubic area. I ran my fingers up and down through her dense patch of pubic hair, admiring their curly, long, texture. Celine whispered:

"I'm glad you like my bush. I never shaved it completely; I only trim the edges."

Still running my fingers through her long pubic hair, I whispered:

"It's beautiful. I love it."

I wet my index finger with my saliva, gently opened Celine's pussy lips, and inserted it in to her slick vagina. Celine moaned with pleasure and whispered:

"Lick it."

Without removing my finger, I began to lick Celine's aroused pussy; she continued to moan as I licked her clit. Her pussy nectar got slicker as I also massaged her vaginal sheath. After several minutes, Celine clamped her strong thighs on my head; I pressed her clit with my tongue and her body convulsed uncontrollably:

"Alexxxx. Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhh."

After several minutes, her breathing became normal. She cooed:

"That was terrific."

After I sat next to her, as Celine gently squeezed my cock lump with her small hand, I removed her blouse and her bra; her large boobs shined like large globes in the moonlight. Slowly, Celine unzipped my pants, pulled my throbbing cock out of my pants, and licked the cum-slickened head. Celine cooed in awe:

"The cum is trickling out."

Much to my delight, she rubbed my cock head on her nipples, licked my balls, and began to suck my cock with determination driving me close to my climax. Celine sucked hard and her cheeks had noticeable hollows. Instinctively, I fucked her mouth.

I mumbled, "I'm close."

Celine pulled her mouth away, pulled several tissues from her purse, and slowly began to pump my cock; she cooed:

"I like to feel your big cock erupt jets of cum."

As I futilely tried to grasp her lovely boobs, my cock erupted jets of cum:

"Ahhhhh. Greattttt. Fuckkkkkkk. Fuckkkkk."

Later, I realized that Celine managed to catch most of my cum in the tissues. My cock did not shrivel too much after climax. Celine kissed it along the length and cooed to it:

"I like you too, but we got to go home."

As Celine combed her hair, applied lipstick, and sprayed perfume on her neck, she said:

"I'm sleeping at your parents' home until the fresh paint smell in my bedroom goes away and I bring my bed; I don't want your mom to see me all disheveled," and, after a pause, added:

"I suspect she may know about our attraction for each other; after all, she married a younger man. Oh, I didn't tell you, Julian's mother was not happy he was marrying an older woman."

Later, Celine said softly: "You can keep my panties."

I mumbled, "Thank you."

CELINE CALLS HER SON

After checking her cell phone for messages, Celine said:

"My son, Jacques, left a message. I'll call him back."

After the usual greetings, Celine listened a long time with few words of her own in French. After, she ended the phone call, she said softly:

"My son wants to see me, to update me about Jim. He also wants to talk about his personal life. I have to meet him Saturday in Chicago. He said we will stay at a hotel near the airport where his company is given special rates. He made all the arrangements. Can you take me to the airport Saturday morning? My plane leaves at 10: 35."

Even though I was worried I will miss Celine and may lose her to Jim, I replied as enthusiastically as I could:

"Sure, I can."

In my parents' drive way, Celine touched my face, and said:

"I care for you, Alex. But, I have to go to Chicago for the sake of my family."

At that moment I realized that, while Celine was my lover and we cared for each other, she has a son only slightly younger than me who cares for her as his mom. I also worried I might be alone when the school year ended in a few days.

On Saturday morning, Celine dressed conservatively in jeans, a long-sleeve blouse, and sneakers. I carried her suitcase to my van. She looked a little tired. As I drove to the airport, we talked about my teaching job later at a summer camp, and other matters. As we approached the airport, Celine said:

"I will call you as soon as I can. Meanwhile, please check on my cottage."

Mom was tired of the cold winters in New Hampshire and wanted to play golf as much as possible. Julian was still in his late forties, but mom who was about 50 years old was offered an incentive package to retire. Mom and Julian decided to move to Nevada at the end of June to a condominium in a 50+ community near a golf course.

JACQUES AND LUCY

Monday night, Celine called and said:

"I had a long talk with Jacques at the airport and later in his hotel suite; his suite is next to my room with a connecting door and much bigger than my room. He was worried about my divorce and that he would lose me as a mom. I reassured him I would be fine and always love him. He said I looked very happy; I told him I met a special person."

I said to Celine, "Thanks. I think you are very special too. I miss you."

Celine continued: "Jacques reminded me of the prenuptial agreement I had signed. I would receive $2,000 per month maintenance allowance. In addition, I would receive half of the proceeds from selling our home in Evanston which was assessed at about $350,000."

Celine continued, "Jacques told me that he has been living in my home. He said that Jim moved to Montreal and moved his personal items out of our home, and has been seeing another woman for some time. I told him I suspected he had been seeing someone for about a year before we separated. Jacques was relieved to see that I was not upset. He then said I should take any furniture I wanted from my home. That reminds me, can you help me move my dresser and other pieces next week?"

I said, "Sure. We can rent a moving van and move them. I am off next couple of weeks before I coach in a summer camp," and I added:

"I miss you."

Celine whispered, "I miss you too. I feel liberated," and, after a pause, added:

"Get this, Jacques has a girlfriend; her name is Lucy. She works for another company in the same high-rise building he does. They met in a cafeteria in the building," and continued:

"She's a very attractive woman; short-red-hair and big blue eyes. I think she's slightly older than Jacques."

I asked, "Hmmm. An older woman! Do you like her?"

Celine said, softly, "Yes. We talked over a glass of wine. She just got back after taking her 12-year old daughter to Minneapolis. She's very nice; I could see she cares for Jacques," and giggling added:

"Accidentally, I saw Jacques and Lucy making out in his room."

I said, "That's interesting."

Celine said, "I figured Jacques and Lucy missed each other, and wanted to talk. So I left them at the bar and went to my room. After I was in bed awake for several minutes thinking of the many events of the day, I wanted to ask Jacques at what time he was taking me to my home next day. I was near the door between our rooms when I heard a giggle from Jacques's room. Quietly, I peeked in to his dimly lit room. I saw Lucy in a black, lacy, bra and panties; she was seated on a padded stool at the dresser and trying to unclasp her pearl necklace. In the mirror, I saw her alabaster skin contrasted well against the black underwear. Jacques was standing behind Lucy with a wet towel wrapped around his waist and, as she looked at his face approvingly, he was fondling her bra-covered boobs.

Lucy protested, 'Your mom's next door.'

Jacques whispered, 'She's asleep after a long day. I missed you the whole week you were away,' and began to kiss and nibble Lucy's neck.

Lucy smiled and cooed sexily, 'I am glad you would want me tonight. I missed you too. Good thing, I freshened up a few minutes ago,' and French kissed him."

Celine continued, "While looking at Jacques's passion-filled face in the mirror, Lucy undid her bra clasp and pulled the cups away. Lucy's big boobs spilled free and dropped a good three inches on to her tummy. In a split second, Jacques's hands were on them kneading them, lifting them, and pinching the protruding, stiffened, nipples.

I was surprised that I was excited watching Lucy being loved by Jacques and she encouraging him to do so. I stood mesmerized watching Lucy wantonly helping Jacques.

Slowly, Lucy steered Jacques's right hand to her crotch and began to moan with pleasure. Jacques lifted his finger from Lucy's crotch and licked it. He nudged Lucy to stand up and, as he French kissed her, lowered her panties. After Lucy quickly slid her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them, he helped her to sit on the dresser. Mumbling and moaning endearments that I could not decipher, after sitting on the padded stool, Jacques kissed passionately Lucy's stockinged legs and bare, white, thighs.

Jacques looked in to Lucy's face for her consent, and seeing her open her thighs wantonly and nod her head, he bent forward and buried his face in her crotch. He must have been licking her vagina and clit because Lucy tilted her head back and moaned continuously with pleasure. Suddenly, she grabbed his head with her right hand and held it firmly against her crotch; for a long time, she moaned softly against the back of her left hand.

I was very excited watching Lucy getting a good loving. Slowly, I lifted my night gown and touched my pussy with my right middle finger. I felt my old pussy had gotten wet. With my left hand, I pinched my right nipple.

I saw Lucy smiling as she pulled up Jacques and kissed his pussy-nectar-covered lips. Her eyes opened wide when she looked at his crotch and realized he wanted her right there. I could not actually see their coupling, but I surmised some of what happened. Lucy lovingly put her arms around Jacques's neck as he fucked her slowly. Occasionally, he looked down to watch his cock disappear in to her pussy and come out all slick with her juices. Suddenly, Jacques held Lucy's upper body tightly against his belly as he rapidly and repeatedly plunged his cock in to Lucy's pussy and pulled it out. His back was covered with sheen of perspiration.

Soon, Jacques grunted and groaned incoherently, his pistoning movements slowed gradually, and his body slumped against Lucy's. He bent his head and French kissed Lucy. The lovers remained in each others arms for several minutes until Lucy whispered something to Jacques and kissed him lovingly. Much to my surprise, Jacques resumed plunging his cock in to Lucy's wet pussy.

After Lucy whispered something in Jacques's ear, he lifted her off of the dresser, and, without breaking their coupling, carried her to the large bed. Since the bed was closer to me, I could see Lucy was also covered with sweat.

I was overcome watching the passionate love making. I returned to my bed and, imagining that you were plunging repeatedly your big cock in to my pussy, leisurely I reached a very satisfying orgasm; I came and came. As I fell asleep, I heard Lucy and Jacques laughing in the shower."

I interjected, "I just realized Jacques and Lucy have been living together at your home; that's why Jacques wanted you to stay at a hotel," and added:

"I wish I had been with you. May be we can watch adult videos together."

Celine cooed, "I would love that; pick a good one. Got to go. Bye."

Next day evening, I found Celine's message in my voice mailbox, "Alex, come spend a few days with me. Jacques and Lucy are going away Monday for a few days to Montreal. I'll have my home to myself. I made a plane reservation for you to fly here on the eight am flight Saturday morning. I can't wait to see you."

I called her immediately and left a message that I was planning on meeting her in Chicago.

MAKING LOVE TO CELINE IN HER OLD HOME

At the Chicago-O'Hare airport, Celine gave me a big hug and a juicy kiss on my lips. Jacques shook my hands warmly and, after I picked up my small suitcase, he started driving towards the Northern suburbs.

Celine said, "We are going to have lunch at a restaurant Jacques likes. Lucy will join us there."

Celine blushed intensely, when Jacques said:

"After that no one will bother you two," and smiling added:

"I stocked the kitchen with plenty of food."

She managed to mumble, "We have to select and clean the furniture I'm taking with me."

At the restaurant, as Celine had mentioned, I saw Lucy was an attractive woman, several years younger than Celine and several years older than Jacques, perhaps in her late thirties. It was an unusually warm day; both Lucy and Celine wore sleeveless dresses. Soon after we were seated in a booth, Lucy put her arm lovingly around Jacques' shoulder. Jacques smiled, turned his head, and kissed her upper arm, neck, and left cheek. In turn, surreptitiously, Lucy was rubbing Jacques's cock lump in his pants; right away, I could see Jacques and Lucy were very fond of each other.

I was excited watching Jacques nuzzling and kissing Lucy's upper arm and neck. Celine's flushed face indicated she was excited too. Surreptitiously, I placed my right hand on Celine's left knee and in response, she opened her knees allowing me to rub her inner thigh. When my hand reached the top of her stockings, Celine clamped her thighs on my hand to keep me from moving it further.