Family ties (3)

My grandmother, who never accepted the separation, used to say that she had become a widow rather than accept that she had taken a step on my grandfather's ass who met an eighteen-year-old girl and fell into the world; and even with all this grumbling she went on with life choosing to move inland coming to the capital in rare moments just to solve some pending or make a visit to the family; in one of these visits she suffered a lightning kidnapping that left her extremely traumatized; I took the lead warning that she should be more careful and that she could always count on me or my older brother. Well, the fact is that after this event and its developments she ended up staying here longer than planned and because of this she was forced to stay in a hotel that was not sophisticated, but very good. I took her to the police station to draw up the incident report and talked to a friend of mine who was a deputy and who explained that cases like this are usually difficult to solve, but he also asserted that he would make every possible effort to find the mailers; at the same time I took her to the bank to settle her finances since on the day of the criminal event I had helped her block her account and cancel her cards; finally, we spent a whole day running from one place to another without the chance to feed ourselves; then she suggested that we have lunch in a small restaurant that was next to the hotel I checked, because I was hungry. -I need to tell you something that happened during the kidnapping <unk> she said in a childish tone during the meal <unk> but it can't be here! Will you come with me to the room afterwards so that I can talk to you about it? I noticed a certain hesitation in her voice, but still thinking about the trauma she had suffered, I answered in affirmation; at the end of the meal, I made sure to pay the bill and then we went up to her room in such a hotel; I noticed some cursory glances, but I did not pay much attention, although Jussara, my grandmother was not going to throw herself away; slender brunette with gray hair with a medium cut and face almost without marks, with little makeup, breasts still steep and a protruding bundle she was a beautiful specimen of female who had the gift to attract the attention of the males around her ..., including me! -During the kidnapping, something happened that made me ..., excited! <unk> she said as we sat on the edge of the bed already inside the room <unk> and I need to tell this to someone ..., someone I trust, you know? Jussara stunned me with her statement; I could not imagine that anyone could get excited while being the victim of a kidnapping! However, I showed understanding by asking her to tell me everything she wanted. -It was more or less like this <unk> she started trying to look away using a measured tone <unk> they were two boys ..., they were hooded, but I realized that one was black and the other white ..., this black who had a jovial voice commented with the sidekick that I was hot and that I was worth a climb! When I heard this I was all shivered and scared, but the more he insisted on vulgar comments about my body it was leaving me with a hard-on! ..., hard-on to the point of drenching my panties! ..., in the end nothing happened! ..., but that feeling remained ..., is this normal? After she finished her narrative I was somewhat dismayed unable to process the fact as I stared at the face of my grandmother who kept a seemingly sincere entanglement; I confess that the idea of someone fucking Jussara also made me excited and I was afraid that we could go into something beyond what was expected. -Well, grandma..., that's a bit unusual <unk> I started my pondering with the cock pulsing inside my pants <unk> but I wouldn't say it's abnormal ..., after all, the lady is really a hot and busty female! Even I would like to be your male! -What's that, you abused! <unk> she scolded with emphatic tone displaying a warlike look <unk> I'm your grandmother and you respect me! Or else... -So, what? I interrupted by raising my voice. You started this provocation by telling me about a guy wanting to fuck you, or was it you who was in the mood? Jussara became furious, raising her hand in an attempt to slap me, but I anticipated by holding it firmly as I glued my lips to hers, forcing her tongue in a daring invasion; she made a faint attempt to disengage from me, but as I held her firmly, she had no choice but to succumb to the passion that also burned in her as it burned in me. And the kisses followed each other in a whirlpool that imprisoned us with my hands groping Jussara's shapes while our mouths refused to put an end to the warm, wet kisses. Meanwhile, abruptly she repelled me by rising from the bed and retreating with an expression mixed of desire but also of fear. "Please go away! You don't have to say anything, just go!" she asked emphatically, pointing to the door of the room; I hesitated, assuming that a little more insistence was enough to break that modesty that seemed to me to be faked, but I thought it best to get away at that moment. I returned home with a taste of regret in my throat imagining Jussara naked ready to give herself to me; although I had never thought about it before, I believe that her narrative served as a stimulus for my libido and from that moment there was no more return, neither for me nor much less for her. That same night I fell into my brother's folly to tell him what had happened to another person, who he had not yet met, and after seeing a scratched throat, I turned away. - You fool! Why didn't you draw the veil? - he asked in his usual witty tone. - That bitch needs a lot of dick in her pussy and ass! You hesitated, little brother! You had to show her who's boss! Next time make sure she doesn't step on the ball, bro! The unphilosophical words of my brother did not serve me as encouragement, because I was sure that Jussara would not miss the opportunity to make a joke at home by exposing me and asserting her modesty. Fortunately for me that was not what happened with her leaving without saying goodbye to anyone; my mother and especially my father showed themselves confused and came to ask me if I knew anything; I was baffled stating standing together that I knew nothing and the thing stayed that way. The deputy my friend called me informing me that there was no success in the search for the mailers who carried out the abduction of my grandmother and that probably the inquiry would be archived and that if I wanted I could take a copy of the incident report. I thanked him and insistently called Jussara, who rightly refused to answer me; I sent a message about what I was told and took the opportunity to apologize for what had happened at the hotel; but I ended up backing off and sent another much more sincere message. "I don't have to apologize to you! I got hot and ready!" I typed and sent it without thinking. Of course, there was no immediate response and the matter fell into oblivion. However, a few days later Jussara sent me a message asking me to meet her, because she didn't want to draw attention and that we needed to talk; with her hotness at the height and her heart beating a thousand not a second I did not hesitate to run to her meeting. Grandma Jussara lived in a small town in the countryside not far from the capital whose bucolic and quiet air was contagious; without much explanation at home, I took my car and drove to my destination; in a little over two hours I crossed the central square of the city where the Mother Church, the Town Hall and the Forum stood out, where the only police station also functioned, advancing towards the neighborhood where she already resided sending a message about my arrival. "Hello! I am waiting for you. The gate and the door of the living room are open. Please, my dear, please be discreet when entering!" she wrote in response, leaving me even more excited. Jussara was sitting on the couch in the living room cross-legged over him wearing a very short shorts that valued her thighs still very firm and a top that fulfilled her part of elevating her bust; when she saw me she opened a delicate smile extending her arms rehearsing an embrace; I went to her and we embraced and also kissed each other with enormous suffering; I felt no more a resistance on her part to receive my kisses even with her hands clasping me firmly; we stayed a good time between kisses and caresses until she took an initiative away just enough so that she could take off the top displaying her beautiful breasts whose consistency was disturbing with being tough screaming for appetite. "See how my breasts are?" she said excitedly. "The beaks are so hard that they hurt! All because of you! Those words..., you know! - Yes I know, grandma! <unk> I answered in a kind tone while I felt and held their tits with my hands making small caresses <unk> And everything I said is true! You are a woman's boner and I want you more than anything! In this climate Jussara reclined on the arm of the sofa again opening her arms calling me close to her; I fell face down on my grandmother's breasts licking and sucking the nipples tearing screams and moans from her mouth interspersed with pleas for me not to stop what I was doing; after a long time I pulled her to me and we kissed more times; with my help, Jussara got rid of the shorts again reclining opening her legs and caressing her smooth and pulpy pussy. <unk>Look how you left me! I'm wet since that day!<unk>, she commented in a soft voice looking at my face with a lustful expression. I did not lose my timing and dipped my face between her thighs, clasping them firmly as I took care to lick that warm and rather wet cave; it took a few more enthusiastic tongues for Jussara to let out short, shrill groans announcing the arrival of orgasms that followed one after another pouring her nectar into my mouth that smiled with boundless avidity. Although I wanted to take off my clothes and feel Jussara's body spraying on mine, but the thirst to drink her pleasure forced me to continue with the sweet task of making her enjoy all the pleasure she deserved. At last, we were undressed just long enough for me to take off my clothes displaying a valuable erection that pulsated before the greedy gaze of my grandmother whose first reaction was to strap it with one hand feeling its rigidity and dimensions; and when I caught myself, Jussara had already wrapped the beast in her mouth presenting me with an eloquent and voracious blowjob; I looked at that scene hard to believe: my grandmother was on her knees in front of me licking and sucking my cock with our eyes meeting in an ecstasy whose vehemence could not be measured. Jussara was so eager and thirsty that all her effort in tasting the pistol culminated in an untimely climax making me gush sperm inside her mouth. She did not show fear, trying to hold the load in her mouth and then swallow it with an expression of complete accomplishment. We sat on the sofa with Jussara sweating through all the pores with a panting and somewhat disordered breath; I felt that it would be a moment of conversation; when she recovered she told me that she had not experienced anything so good in her life for a long time and that although we were close relatives this did not inhibit the pleasure she felt; I instinctively replied that this was just the beginning pointing the indicator towards my jeba who was trying a rebirth from the ashes. "Is she for my sake? Do I deserve all this?" she asked with an eager tone as she returned to put her hand on my tool by caressing her so effectively. After I had answered that my whole body had been kissing her and my eyes were filled with anxiety because she had been kissing me for a long time and that nothing could prevent me from enjoying her room; Jussara replied that her eyes had been turned into a tidal wave of pleasure that nothing could provide. Walking towards the bound enclosure I could not resist the urge to squeeze Jussara's buttocks which on her part did not contain a deeper sigh; I made her lie down on the bed making my face dive between her thighs licking the already wet bottle begging for the joy that soon overtook making her twist up to squeeze my head with her thighs in a symbolic gesture to prevent me from retreating which was not my intention. Dei Dei Jussara all the dedication of a male to his female and when I finally covered her with my body the penetration took place in a non-spontaneous way that when she saw herself filled she did not count on calling me her love shortly after releasing a garment. My pelvic movements charged with an unusual energy soon resulted in successive mocks shaking the body of my grandmother who was unable to control her reactions calling me her macho, her man and other expressions that captivated me hallucinatingly imposing that my sensual attacks rise to a level that I did not even know to possess; immersed in this delirious climate Jussara asked me to ride what I knew without hesitation; we reversed the position and she sat on my mast resting her hands on my shoulders and bending herself enough so that she leaned on her waist and pelvis to strike the brute inside her with excessive energy. In my time I held her breasts tight and raised my back to have her nipples in my mouth, savoring them with indistinct anxiety, tearing out more moans from my partner; Jussara surprised me by showing her experienced female side that needed to free herself from mental ties that she herself had created and that over time had imprisoned her in the mesmity of fear of taking advantage of everything that life could offer her; there in that room, going up and down on my member, she exhibited a simply formidable performance that no younger woman could achieve while confirming her full potential as a female and a woman. We varied the positions in every possible way from the traditional "Mommy and Daddy" to "Puppy" to daring bad situations; in one of them Jussara asked me to sit on the edge of the bed and came on my lap in front of me hugging me and asking me to help her swallow my stick with her thirsty bottle. Enthusiasm enveloped us to the point that in that position I got up holding her by the buttocks and throwing her body up and down inserting and removing the pistol from her pocket that licked me with the nectar flowing from the inside of my thighs. I ended up ejaculating still in that position and Jussara was suffocating her screams inside my mouth. Once again sweating and panting we collapsed on the bed for a well-deserved rest exchanging vows of eternal surrender; we decided to take a bath and inside the box we felt invigorated and Jussara got down on her knees taking my cock in her mouth rewarding me with one more eloquent voracious blowjob until she succeeded in making me enjoy swallowing my gala in one go; she gave me her back lifting one of her legs and propping her butt up in a crystal invitation for me to penetrate her once again which I did with enormous dedication banging hard against her bouquet and providing a renewed succession of intense orgasms. We spent the night together and I didn't want to leave anymore; Jussara however asserted that the best thing to do was to go on with our lives so as not to draw attention to each other by meeting whenever possible; I only agreed after we enjoyed a morning fuck and I prepared to go home; however and to my premature unhappiness, my brother had his tongue in his teeth telling my parents about my involvement with my grandmother; although I tried to argue with them, however, everything proved fruitless culminating in my leaving home to live with my grandmother who at first also proved reluctant to the idea, but in the face of the desire that consumed us whenever we were distant from each other she capitulated by giving herself over to our relationship which over time became solid and true; my parents were slow to accept that situation, however, unless they had chosen to receive us as husband and wife.