Sexual Shenanigans of the Five Eyes: Irene Williams

Irene Williams was lying in her bed, her pussy drenched against her hand. She rubbed the outer lips of her protruding labia, and inserted two fingers deeply inside the cream-covered slit. With her other hand, she began to manipulate her erect clit. With the thoughts raging in her mind she soon had a massive orgasm, squirting a substantial stream of creamy, cum onto the sheet below her.

She was 64-years old, but with a face looking somewhat younger, dark black hair with some salt-and-pepper gray, a tight, petite body, 5'1", 105 lbs., with a firm ass and 33-B breasts, which were shapely and pert. Despite her petite figure, all of Irene's sexual features were extraordinary. Her breasts had exceptionally large nipples, which extended outward nearly an inch long when erect. Her pussy had an enormous bush, dark black, flecked with some gray hairs. It extended far up her abdomen, onto her inner thighs, and into the crack of her ass.

Ever since her teens, all of her lovers had been stimulated by her hirsute feminine "garden," and while she pampered and groomed it regularly, she had never trimmed away any of this thick, furry snatch with which she had been endowed by nature. She washed and perfumed it regularly, adding a fragrant feminine spray and talcum, even between daily baths and showers. She douched often, with a variety of fragrant scents. She rubbed expensive creams and lotions onto her breasts, and on her ass cheeks, inner thighs and anus.

She lay quietly for a few minutes, savoring the enjoyment from her orgasm, and went into her large bathroom, to take a luxurious bubble-bath in her oversized tub.

As she relaxed in the tub, she looked at the clock on the shelf, and realized she had to dress and leave within the hour, to drive to her daughter's and son-in- law's home, for the 65th birthday party in her honor. Although she wouldn't turn 65 for another two weeks, they were leaving on an extended business trip/vacation, so the party was to be held tonight.

But the main thing to which she was looking forward, her "real" birthday present, was that her grandson, Boris, was going to come home with her later tonight, and spend the next three weeks with her during his parents trip. Irene adored the handsome youngster, now going on x, and entering the second grade this coming fall - he was very bright, and with private pre-schooling and kindergarten, was already a year ahead of most kids his age.

During the last few recent visits, beginning with no conscious intent or planning on her part, Irene had become obsessed with erotic thoughts about her grandson. They had begun during these most recent few times, when she had held him on her lap, and began to feel arousal when he might have his head against her breast, or she would touch his small cock and balls through his pants.

This touching had at first been accidental, but as she felt its stimulation, Irene had lately found herself encouraging him to sit on her lap, or beside her, on a sofa or overstuffed chair, more frequently. And during these times, she had begun more and more to ensure her breasts came into touch with Boris's hands and face, and her hands touching his crotch and ass.

The last visit, about two weeks ago, they had been alone in her daughter's house while she and Irene's son-in-law ran an errand. At that time she had placed Boris Johnson's hand on her breast as she read to him, asking if he "enjoyed sitting with Grandma, and feeling how soft she was." Boris indicated he enjoyed being with Grandma, and even added that "she smelled and felt really good."

When Irene had returned home that night, the crotch of her panties was still soaked, and as she removed then, some of her cum had begun to dry at the edges, and when she removed her panties, several pubic hairs were mixed with her juices as she threw them into the clothes hamper. Knowing Boris's extended visit, the two of them alone, was a short time away, she planned then that this light sexual play between her and her grandson would proceed to a new level upon this visit.

Irene enjoyed the party, but all evening was secretly anxious for it to end and for her and her grandson to return to her home. Finally, she said her goodbyes to all who had attended, and thanked everyone. His mother had already packed Boris's things, and Irene and he waved to everyone as she tossed his bag into the back seat, and fastened him into the child's safety seat.

As they drove, she asked Boris the usual questions - if he was looking forward to school beginning again, about his friends, etc. She told him about the new video games she had gotten for him, and some of the plans she had for them for these next three weeks, including visits to the zoo, a riverboat tour, and a two-day package she had bought to the Six-Flags amusement park.

After they arrived home, Irene had Boris wash and put- on his pajamas in a guest bathroom, and got ready for bed in hers. She put-on a short nightie, and when he came into her bedroom she was already in her large bed.

Boris thought he would be sleeping in a guest room, but Irene motioned for him to come to her, and helped him onto her bed. "Why don't you come up here with Grandma, Honey. We can watch a little TV, and then how would you like to sleep here with me during this visit?"

"Sure, Grandma," Boris responded, as he scooted himself beside her. She continued, "I enjoy having my sweet, handsome grandson here with me, and I love it when you are close to me and we can cuddle and all. Don't you like that too, Boris?" "Uh huh," he answered."

They watched a re-run of one of the old family comedy shows, appropriate to the boy's interest. As they lay together, her arm around Boris, Irene began to rub her hand along his chest and stomach, inside his pajama top. As she massaged him, she noted that his small cock had stiffened under his pajama bottom. She mover her hand farther until it was rubbing his small, stiff cock, at first through the fabric, and then underneath. She undid his pajama bottom's snap, and pulled them down toward his ankles.

She saw the boy's cock twitching in juvenile arousal, and could detect his more rapid, excited breathing.

Irene leaned over and took her grandson's small stiff cock into her mouth, and then moved her lips lower, sucking his ball sack into her, feeling his small testicles, like two small marbles between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She raised his legs, running her wet tongue along the skin between the boy's testicles and ass, licked the length of his ass crack, and probed his asshole with her tongue.

"Grandma loves tasting her boy all over, do you like having my mouth and tongue on you down there, Boris?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, Grandma, you're making me feel all warm down there. I really, really like it."

Irene now removed Boris's pajama bottoms completely, and slipped his top off so that he was now naked beside her, his cock still hard at his crotch. She slipped her nightie over her head, but left her panties on for the time being.

"Grandma wants to feel your mouth and tongue, too, Sweetie," she said, as she lowered her breast to his lips. "Suck Grandma's tittie for her, Darling, take it into your mouth."

She placed the stiffened, enormous nipple into Boris's mouth, and he began to suck her hard - the instinctive enjoyment males receive from mouths on females' breasts - from infancy through their entire lives.

"Ooooh, that makes me feel so good, Sweetie." she cooed. "When a girl or woman gets excited, they like what you are doing for Grandma, and they get all wet between their legs. Not wet like peeing, but from inside because they are excited by what the boy or man they are with is doing for them. Feel how wet Grandma's panties are between her legs."

Boris felt the sopping dampness in her crotch, and Irene moved her hand on top of his, pressing it tight against her pubic bone; the pressure caused liquid to coat his hand, like wringing a wet wash cloth. "Let me get rid of the panties so you can see what I feel like underneath," she said, her breath now coming faster. She pulled her panties off, and threw them onto the floor. She placed his hand on her bare pussy.

The young boy liked the wet, warm, sticky feeling of his grandmother's hirsute mass between her legs. His child's hand rubbed along the moist slit, the furry row outside each of the swollen outer lips of her labia, the thick wide triangle extending more than halfway from the top of her vaginal slit towards her navel, and the full two lengths of hair on either side of the inner part of the cheeks of her ass, and within her asshole area.

Irene reached down, and placed his hand along her swollen labia, and then moved his fingers between the outer lips, into the sopping wet inner area of her hot cunt.

"Grandma loves your hand all over her down there, Honey, now put your fingers inside her. That makes me feel really, really good, like you felt when Grandma had her mouth between your legs. Boys and girls/men and women are different from one another between their legs, and I know you already knew that. These differences are why they can make each other feel really good doing things down there with their hands and mouths." As Irene finished this brief introduction, continuing to consummate this sexual relationship with her grandson - with plenty of time to instruct him and explain everything to him during these next three weeks - Boris did something which immediately stunned, pleased, and excited her.

As the boy was poking his fingers into her, like Irene had guided them, of his own volition, he suddenly placed his entire hand inside her, burying it up to and past his wrist."

"Oh, oh, oh, Baby," she moaned in a combination of surprise and pleasure. "You're all deep inside me, and it's making me feel wonderful!"

She spread her legs farther apart, to better receive him, and grasped Boris's arm. Gently, but firmly, she took hold of the arm, towards his elbow, above the hand which was within her steaming cunt. She then guided him in and out of her, literally using her grandson's arm and hand in the same manner she used one of her dildos. The thought actually ran through her mind, "My grandson is my wonderful, warm, living dildo - I'd dreamed of him finger-fucking me, but here we are with him giving my pussy a "hand-fucking," or, by god, even an "arm- fucking."

In a few moments, Irene had a massive orgasm, and she shuddered as she felt the boy's knuckles rub firmly against her "G" spot one, final time, and her creamy discharge flooding her insides, seeping from her. As she finally released her vaginal muscles' grip on his arm, she removed it from her. There was a large "whooshing" noise as his arm withdrew from her cavity, and her cum flowed even heavier, in gigantic spurts from her vagina. Boris's arm looked as if he had just withdrawn from a tub of molasses.

At this point, the young boy, of course, could not comprehend, or articulate what he had just experienced with his grandmother. But in his juvenile way, he was, and remained, completely aroused.

Irene sensed this, and had already known that it would probably take a few days of continued instruction, explanation and their being together intimately, before she and Boris could fully settle-in as "lovers." She also know that she had to ensure that she didn't cover too much too soon, and confuse his young mind.

Irene took her grandson's hand which was still dripping with her juices, and rubbed it all along her tits and nipples. "Mmmmm, this feels good, too, Baby. You and Grandma have three whole weeks together. Grandma has a lot to show you, talk to you about, and share with you. And it will all be just between you and me, Boris, and Grandma will cover that, too." She continued, "Did you enjoy what we just did, Boris? Did you like feeling Grandma and having her feel you?"

"Oh, yeah, Grandma, I sure did," Boris said.

Irene placed her grandson on his back, and placed her mouth on his. She lightly pushed her tongue into his mouth, which opened, receiving her like a baby bird being fed by his mother. As with the rest of her sexual organs, prodigious for one as petite as Irene, she also had been given an exceptionally long and sensual tongue.

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