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you're suggesting?"

"Colin, "I haven't been with a man in ages, and no one serious since Nikki and Jan's father died. I need some love and affection, and you're here."

"I-I . . ."

"Colin, don't make me degrade myself by begging. Come with me, my bedroom is this way."

Grace Beauchamp Jorgensen was almost as tall as her 5'9" daughters. Her youngest daughter was a blonde like her mother. At her age, Grace clearly had her hairdresser keep it that way. Her breasts were big and now sat on her chest. Her nipples didn't point at the floor, but she thought that it wouldn't be too long.

She was right about her sex life. Her husband died when Jan, her youngest was five. Grace made the decision that it was more important to take care of her girls than to satisfy her own needs. It wasn't until Jan went off to London, she considered dating.

She was the branch manager of a bank, but after Jan was gone, she started climbing the corporate ladder. Now, she managed twenty branches of the bank between Boston and the New Hampshire border.

There were occasional one-night stands, but at corporate meetings she heard a few rumors. From that moment on, she didn't date at all. That was two decades ago. Her male colleagues thought she was cold. The corporate office thought she was efficient, and was in line for even greater responsibility.

"Colin, it's been a long time, please bear with me, and remember I'm not in my twenties."

"Ms. Beauchamp, as you know I'm not a virgin but I don't have much experience. Please don't have any great expectations."

"Good, then we can learn together." She helped me take off my jacket and tie.

"I can do the rest myself."

I'll be waiting in bed," she smiled. Walking to the other side of the bed, in the darkness she took off the negligee. She was naked under the covers by the time I undressed and joined her.

"Colin, my husband used to call me Gracie. I'd like that."

"Gracie, it is." Frankly, I still thought of her as Mrs. Jorgensen, the mother of two girls I'd fucked.

"I know this is a little awkward for both of us. If you don't mind, I'll lead the way." She took my hand and put it on her breast and at the same time, she kissed me on the mouth, again with her tongue.

This time I reciprocated, and gently squeezed her breast. It was soft compared to the firmness of the girls my age I'd been with. "Your breast feels so good."

"Oh Colin, we're in bed. Hopefully, we'll get to know each other very well before the night's over. I have tits or if you prefer titties."

"So, you don't mind if I tell you, your tits feel good."

She laughed, "tell me again." Then her hand went below the blanket. "Hmmm, you're getting excited already. I hope it's feeling me up that does that to you."

I didn't want to tell her that at my age it didn't take much to get my cock hard. "I don't think that should even be a question." I moved down and kissed her titties. "They are lovely, Mrs. Jorgensen."

"Gracie, Colin, Gracie Beauchamp. Don't make me feel older than I am."

"Yes, Gracie. Your titties are lovely." My tongue played with a nipple.

"And Colin, your cock seems to be getting harder," she laughed. "And so big."

I didn't think anything of that last remark. Not one of the women I'd fucked said anything about ‘big.'

I slid my hand below the blankets. "Colin, I assure you that old pussy functions much the same way as the young pussy you're used to."

As I said I didn't think I was very good at sex. However, I'd learned that I couldn't go wrong if I went down on a girl; even if I wasn't very good at eating pussy. "Umm, Gracie, I'm sure it does, but I wonder if old pussy tastes like young pussy."

"Oh Colin, you really don't want to, no, I can't imagine. . ."

I ignored her, kissing my way down her belly. I'd never been with a woman who'd had a baby, but in my brief time in med school, I'd observed women with stretch marks from pregnancies. Gracie seemed embarrassed by her stretch marks. I ignored them, I was focused on what was below her belly.

I maneuvered between her legs, which seemed to involuntarily open for me. "Gracie, I'd like to but I don't have a lot of experience. I need your guidance."

"Colin, ummmm, are you sure you want to?"

I started kissing her bush. As some of you may know, many women my age have chosen not to have any pubic hair. Shaving or waxing seemed to be preferred. Not that I hadn't been with a woman with a bush. Gracie's seemed thicker and bigger.

Like I said, currently her hair was blondish, thanks to her hair dresser. Her bush was a very light brown.

I slid down a little farther and kissed her opening. Well, kinda', sorta'. Like her pubic bone, it was covered with a thick mat of hair. I used my tongue.

"Oh Colin. Yes, lick me, lick me like that."

"Tell me how you like it," I mumbled.

The next hour was the best sex I ever had. Gracie did in fact tell me where she liked my tongue, "lick me, Colin, just lick my pussy. Your tongue feels so good. Colin, it's been ages, thank you."

I said that I'd never had a good sexual encounter. Of course, I'd cum, but I never remember a woman I was with having an orgasm or maybe I just didn't know what a female orgasm looked like, sounded like, felt like.

Ten minutes later, "Colin, do my clitoris. Just a little higher, baby."

I must confess. Although I knew what a clitoris was, I'm quite sure I'd never found one. Apparently Now I did. "Oh yeah, right there, oh yeah, right there, Colin. OOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH, COLIN. OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. YES, OH YES."

Gracie was bucking and humping my face. Her hands held my head in her pussy. You might say she was fucking it. I'd never had a woman fuck me like that. I'm talking about the traditional way of fucking.

She started slowing down and was sighing softly, but still held my head between her legs. "Gracie, you taste so sweet." I wasn't patronizing her and I wanted to do her again.

I didn't have to wait long. "Colin, I can't thank you enough. It's been ages since I've felt like that. Can I implore you to do me again?"

She was thanking me; I should have been thanking her. Gracie put pressure on my head. My tongue started. "A little higher, Colin. Nice and slow."

I liked that she told me how she liked it. Soon: "oh yeah, oh yeah, just like that. OOOOOOOOH, COLIN. OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOOH, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, I'M CUMMING AGAIN. DON'T STOP EATING ME, COLIN. PLEASE, DON'T STOP. OOOOOOOOOH."

Like before, Gracie was animated. Fucking my face, holding it in her hands. "OOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH, YES, YES, OOOOOH YES."

I haven't mentioned it, but I don't think my cock was ever harder. Maybe, the first time I saw a porno movie when I was a teenager. "Colin, come up here; give me your cock. My pussy needs your cock."

Already, this had been the best night ever. It got better.

First, of all, although it had never happened before, I was afraid I'd cum too soon.

It didn't.

The other thing was that every girl I'd fucked insisted that we use a condom and some type of lubricant. I didn't expect this; who would?

I didn't bring any condoms with me, and as for lube, Gracie didn't mention it. I didn't bring any condoms because why would I think she'd want to fuck me?

Both proved unnecessary. At her age, it was unlikely, no, impossible that she'd get pregnant. As for the lube, when I slid on top of her, Gracie guided my cock to her entrance.

I'd been enjoying her taste and her reaction. I wasn't thinking about how wet her pussy was. Wasn't all pussy wet? And I wasn't thinking about how big her pussy hole was. Like I said, I'd never fucked a woman who had kids. Did pussy get stretched out after a couple of kids? Did a pussy get stretched out with age? I didn't know the answer to any of those questions.

What I'm saying is that my cock slipped right in. Not tight like some of the young girls I'd fucked. Nor was Gracie's pussy hole so big that I couldn't feel anything. "Oh God Colin, your tongue was so good to me. Now, your cock. It's been so long. Fuck me slow."

I whispered in her ear, "Gracie, I've never eaten a pussy like yours. . ."

"You mean an old pussy like mine. Colin, I can't thank you enough."

"Gracie, let's just enjoy each other. No more old talk."

"You're right. Colin, I need to get fucked. I need to get fucked good." I haven't mentioned it before, but both my grandmothers were still alive. I'd never heard them use the word ‘fuck' nor could I imagine them fucking. Grandmother Gracie not only was using the word fuck, but over the next half hour gave me the best fuck I'd ever had.

"Like that, Colin, fuck my pussy with your big cock just like that. I'm not fragile, Colin, fuck me hard."

That slow rhythm fucking was long gone. We were bouncing up and down on the bed. Gracie was moaning and sighing with each thrust, and I was grunting as I banged her pussy.

It was not just the best fuck I'd ever had; it was the most satisfying. Not one woman had ever moved like her; no woman had made the noises Gracie made when I ate her.

It seemed like we came at just about the same time. We were both breathing hard. I was concerned for her; given her age. I shouldn't have been. "Colin, you were wonderful. Thank you. There's just one more thing you can do for me."

"Anything."

"After what we just did, can you stay the night? I don't want this to end."

"Are you suggesting I might get more of this in the morning?" I kissed one titty and then the other.

"Oh, you can have more than just my titties in the morning. Let me sleep in your arms."

TO BE CONTINUED

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