Her arms were outstretched, helping her upper torso float even though he was taking her weight. His grandmother raised her head and stared at him. He knew she could feel his boner, and the way her chest was rising and falling rapidly, she was aroused. Jonjo gave her a minute like that, before gently lowering to her feet as he gripped both sides of her chest, his hands brushing against her breasts.
‘You know, gran. You have still got what it takes.’
Inches apart, her eyes were firmly locked onto his. Only now, he could hear her suppressed panting. ‘Now or never,’ he thought as he suddenly kissed her.
He had a brief thought as their lips met, ‘I’m either going to get a slap…… Or!’
Joanne’s sudden disposition was akin to an animal being let off its leash. Her arms went around his neck, her mouth working with his, and her body pressed firmly against him.
Jonjo could hear her grunting and groaning as her tongue invaded his mouth. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her hips and mound gyrated against his expanding erection.
When suddenly, Joanne came to her senses, she pulled away from the embrace, putting distance between them as she darted for the steps out of the pool. As she fled, he went after her, catching her in the kitchen, water dripping from her body, and costume.
‘We must not do that. I’m your grandmother. It’s not right.’
She backed away from him. Unfortunately, she wasn’t watching where she was going and found herself cornered against the units with nowhere to run.
Jonjo closed the distance. ‘Like mother, like daughter. So, it is you, she takes after. And now she has passed it on to me.’ He was pressed up against her again, and there was no way she could miss the throbbing boner pressing against her mound and belly.
‘I want you, gran. I want to undress you and make love to you. I want to feel your nakedness against mine.’
He kissed her again, and although she feebly attempted to push him away, it wasn’t with any determination or force. And then, she was making the running, her hand fumbling at the drawstring of his shorts as she forced them from his hips, and they fell to his ankles. Her hand wrapped around his cock as she teasingly tossed him off, his hands going to her breasts as he fondled and pinched her erect nipples.
For years, Joanne had suppressed those feelings when they tried to consume her. Mostly, she had been faithful to her husband; he had enjoyed a fantastic sex life. There had been the odd slip, but overall, she had behaved herself and acted as the perfect wife. She couldn’t understand why her daughter couldn’t have done the same; it was all about self-control. But lately, her husband’s libido had diminished, not surprising at their age, but hers was still going strong, and she’d had to resort to a lot of masturbating when he wasn’t around.
Jonjo pulled the straps from her shoulders, easing the wet costume down and exposing her breasts. They were nowhere near as large as his mother’s, quite small in respect. But they were still reasonably pert, and what they lacked in size was made up for by her nipples, which seemed to be extraordinarily long.