Grandma Celine

Lucy smiled at me as if she suspected I was doing something to make Celine blush. After all of us finished our meals and had coffee, Lucy and Celine went to the ladies room to freshen up; Celine took lot more time than Lucy.

After Lucy said good bye to all of us, Jacques drove Celine and me to her home in a quiet neighborhood. It was a two-floor, three-bedroom, house. The stairs to the second floor were in the foyer off of the living room. Soon after Jacques left, Celine said in the living room:

"It's warm here. We do not need any clothes," and started taking her clothes off.

When I looked at her, she smiled, and kept walking backwards in her panties and bra. After Celine reached the warm enclosed porch, she removed her underwear and was totally naked. I followed suit and got totally naked.

Celine jumped in to my arms, with her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and cooed:

"At last, I can have you," and started rubbing her boobs and excited pussy against my body.

After I slowly slid to the carpeted floor, Celine pushed me to lie on my back, and crawled until she placed her pussy near my face, saying:

"I've been very horny since I saw you at the airport. Then you teased me in the restaurant. I freshened up earlier. Now, suck my pussy."

Gladly, I licked her sopping pussy and sucked on her clit. In the bright afternoon light, I saw clearly Celine's wide-open, glistening, pussy and her large, engorged, labia within her dense, blonde-gray, pubic hair.

After several minutes, Celine mumbled:

"I want to come on your cock," and slid backwards to my crotch, and slowly impaled herself on my precum-lubricated stiff cock.

Rubbing her aroused clit on my rigid cock, Celine reached her orgasm and collapsed on my chest, mumbling:

"Ahhhh. Babbby. Gooood. Ahhhhhhh. Ahhh."

Realizing I had not climaxed, Celine changed to a squatting position and opened her thighs wide; it was exciting to see my stiff cock was embedded deep in her warm, slick, tight, pussy. I was driven to new heights in ecstasy. While I grasped her boobs in my large hands, Celine tightened her vaginal wall around my cock and humped my cock with determination until my spasming cock erupted deep inside her love channel.

"Ahhhhhhh. Fuckkkkk. Ohhhhhh. Cummmmming."

A few minutes later, as Celine slowly got off of my still rigid cock, she whispered:

"We both needed that," and stood up.

When I saw Celine's swollen, cum-filled, pussy, I wanted her again. Celine squealed when she saw me getting up, my still rigid cock swinging in the air like a wand, and my passion-filled face, and ran in to the house and up the stairs. Playfully, I chased her and caught her inside the large bathroom of the master bedroom in front of the vanity.

Once she saw our reflected images in the large bathroom mirror, she stopped squealing and stared in awe at my cock. She turned towards me, grasped my slick cock with one hand, and rubbed my muscular chest with the other for several minutes. Shyly, she said:

"You are a big, strong, boy; carry me. Put that in me."

I was surprised with her suggestion but delighted with the thought of carrying Celine with my cock buried in her snug pussy. With her arms wrapped around my neck, I lifted Celine up by her buttocks, and quickly slipped my cum- and pussy juice-coated cock in to her wet pussy.

With me standing side ways, we looked at each other and giggled happily at our accomplishment. I thought to myself:

"It's so nice to carry Celine, like a big baby. She smells very nice. I love the feel of her lovely boobs against my chest and her plump buttocks in my hands. Her pussy is tight around my cock."

Celine cooed, "Your cock is deep in me. I'm glad my vagina is stretched fully. This old lady thanks you!"

I mumbled, "You're not old. You're my lover. You turn me on," and squeezed her buttocks.

Celine said wistfully, "My boobs used to be very firm with no sag. I see wrinkles on my neck and your strong young body. I look so much older than you," and added cheerfully:

"But, I feel stuffed; I love it! You like?"

In response, I lifted Celine's crotch and humped her pussy, making her purr and whimper:

"My God. My God."

I said, "My cock's leaking cum all the time."

Celine cooed, "I'm sure your spermies are leaking too. Good thing, I had my tubes tied," and added:

"Fuck me, Alex; I feel you're close to cumming. Let go."

After I lowered Celine to sit on the edge of the vanity, I fucked Celine's pussy in long, slow, strokes, and had another climax:

"Ahhhhhhh. Fuckkkk. Ohhhh."

Celine used tissues on the vanity to wipe my cum and her nectars leaking out of her pussy, led me to her bed, and removed the covers.

In her large bed, Celine cooed:

"That was awesome. You let go completely. I didn't think you would get so aroused seeing me naked."

I kissed Celine on her lips and said:

"It's my pleasure to love you."

Celine said: "It's still evening; let's rest for a while," and a few minutes later, I heard Celine snoring softly and I too fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was about 9 PM and Celine was not in the bed. After I put on a robe Celine had left on the bed, I found her fixing chicken salad sandwiches for a light supper. She was dressed in a red silk robe and looked very alluring. When I hugged her and kissed her, she grasped my semi rigid cock and cooed:

"It feels like I'm on my honey moon. I thought my love life was over two years ago," and lovingly French kissed me.

Celine said, "I have a collection of sexy lingerie; help me decide which items to take with me," and, giggling, added:

"We should use your cock as a happiness meter."

Before I could reply, Celine cooed:

"I remember you liked me in stockings and garter belt about five years ago. You also like my armpits, sagging boobs, and hairy pussy."

I mumbled, "Yeah, they all give me hardons."

Celine said, "I have several outfits and we can have fun trying each. Let me put on one outfit and we will see how your cock reacts. Please put on the black silk tank top I bought for you; it's on the sofa in the living room. Wait for me there."

Several minutes later, Celine came slowly down the stairs; in order, I saw: she had on black-high-heel sandals, matching black stockings and garter belt, skimpy black panties, and a very low-cut black bra that did not uplift her beautiful boobs. Finally, I saw her smiling face, with freshly applied bright-red lipstick.

Celine looked gorgeous and my cock became fully rigid in an instant. She hugged me passionately and rubbed my hard abs and shoulders for several minutes. Gently, she fondled my rigid cock, nudged me to sit on the sofa, and said:

"I'm glad I arouse you."

She slid to her knees on the carpeted floor and lovingly sucked my cock for a few minutes. Later, she wrapped her firm, sagging boobs, around my cock. Celine then got up, sat in a comfortable couch in the corner, and slid forward to rest her buttocks at the edge. Smiling, she summoned me to approach her with her little finger, and opened her legs to form a wide-open-V. Celine then cooed:

"You've been patient for a long time. Go ahead darling, drill my pussy. I've used lots of a lubricating jelly."

Slowly, I snaked my cock in to Celine's love channel. Celine wrapped her long legs and strong thighs around my waist. We fucked in a leisurely manner interspersed with periods of just staying coupled with my cock deeply embedded; during the still periods, we kissed and explored each others torsos; we also moaned and grunted a lot. After several minutes, as I was getting tired, I slid to my knees on the carpeted floor and Celine adjusted her crotch to stay coupled. Soon afterwards, Celine reached her second orgasm:

"Alexxxxxxxx. Cummming. Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."

Afterwards, I suggested to Celine:

"I'm not close to another climax. I'm tired. Let's go to bed."

In bed, I snuggled to Celine with her back towards me, lifted her right leg, and snaked my still rigid cock in to her juicy pussy. Celine giggled and said:

"That feels good. Lucky me, I am sleeping with a cock in me."

We slept coupled for a long time. I recall my cock slipped out and our juices dribbled out of her pussy.

During most of that weekend, Celine and I remained virtually nude and made love numerous times. Celine agreed to my request for my favorite position: doggy style in front of the closet mirrors. In turn, Celine liked me to simply drill her pussy while she lay on her back with her stocking-encased legs wide-open.

On Sunday night, as I helped Celine prepare a light meal, she said:

"That was a great weekend."

I replied, "Yes. We still have tonight. You look lovely."

Wistfully, Celine said, "I've not been to a hair dresser in over a week. My gray hair is showing, especially around the temples," and, after a pause, added:

"I know you don't see them."

I said, "I don't."

On Monday, I got up late. Celine left me a note that she was going to see her attorney. It was warm in the sun; I worked most of the morning in the backyard. I had just showered and put on underwear when Celine returned. She smiled, hugged me, and said:

"I signed the divorce papers. I am getting a fair settlement; I decided not to gouge Jim. The divorce should go through quickly."

Celine had on wire-rimmed glasses and was still fully clothed: black stockings and shoes; low-cut maroon dress; three-strand pearl necklace interspersed with small, hollow, gold beads, and gold-stud ear rings; she looked lovely and I was excited seeing her. She had put her purse and wide-brimmed hat on the dresser, and removed her shoes when I hugged her from behind and started kissing her lovely neck.

Celine felt my stiff cock and cooed: "What turned you on?"

I whispered, "I see a gorgeous woman in glasses," and continued kissing her neck.

Smiling, Celine reached behind and grasped my cock in my shorts. As I unbuttoned Celine's dress and began to fondle her lacy-bra covered boobs, I wondered if I was forcing myself on her. But, I was reassured when Celine did not let go of my cock and squeezed it making it grow harder.

I said, "I just like to fondle you."

Celine said, "Any time, lover."

CELINE MOVES TO NEW HAMPSHIRE

Next day, we rented a van and with Jacques's help loaded it with Celine's large bed, a dresser, and several smaller items. Jacques and I shared driving the van to New Hampshire. After driving about eight hours the first day, we stayed overnight in a motel, and reached New Hampshire late on the second day. Next day, Julian helped me unload the van and carry the furniture inside the house; later that evening, he flew to Montreal.

On the way from the airport, Celine said:

"Jacques is my love child. I did not marry his father. He turned out to be well-adjusted."

After her divorce from Jim, Celine changed her last name to Dubois, her maiden name. She started a home pastry/chocolate business which did well and supplemented our income. During the busy summer, I helped her clean the kitchen and deliver the goodies. Celine was a great cook: she served small portions with red wine. One evening, after one such meal, as we were rinsing the dishes and loading the dishwasher, Jacques called Celine. After couple of minutes of chatting, I heard Celine talk excitedly with him. After hanging up the phone, Celine came to me with a big smile:

"Lucy is pregnant," and, after a long pause, added:

"I'll be a grandma. I want to be called: Grandma Celine."

One night, Celine called Julian in Nevada and spoke with him a long time. After she hung up the phone, she squealed happily like a little girl:

"Julian and your mom are happy we are together. Your mom knew you had a crush on me for a long time," and added:

"Darling, why are we living in separate cottages? Your mom may like to rent her cottage. You can move in with me and help pay off my mortgage."

Happily, I said, "Fine."

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