At first there was resistance, and then her head started to move downward.

"Please, Billy, don't make me do this," she pleaded.

But, I just continued my guidance, and soon I had a lovely sight: my Grandmother's full lips were about an inch from the little bead of pre-cum lubrication that had already formed on the little slit of my penis.

"Just open your mouth," was all I could say. Excitement was overcoming me, but I still had to remain in control if my plan was going to work.

Her lips parted, and I lunged just enough to make contact. She recoiled a bit, but not much. I put more pressure on the back of her head, raised my hips a bit, and the head of my penis disappeared into my Grandmother's mouth.

I was in heaven, and knew I wouldn't last long. I pushed more deeply into her mouth, but only a few inches. She wasn't sucking or doing anything. Her mouth was more like a paper cup just covering my cock, but that was fine.

"Faster," I said as I encircled her hand for a moment, showing her the pace I wanted. I let go of her hand and it continued at that speed.

I fell back onto the bed for a moment, resting, gasping in ecstasy. I opened my eyes and looked at that head capping my erection, that hand gliding up and down. It hit me then: my Own Grandmother was giving me a blowjob. the first one of my life.

I reached under my nearby pillow and quickly sat up as a tremendous stream of white-hot cum shot into my Grandmother's reluctant mouth.

She made a gagging, retching sound, and I'm sure she was surprised when I sat up and pulled her head off my penis as I was still shooting my second and third streams, these hitting her cheek and neck.

I groaned loudly as this happened. This masked the two clicks that came from the corner of the room.

I pressed her head roughly back onto my penis, and pistoned my hips, sending my cock in and out of those lips at a tremendous speed. Finally, I was done; and I was in a daze. I just sprawled back on the bed and hardly noticed that my Grandmother quickly grabbed my tape recorder and popped the tape out of it. She thought she was being smart; I let her.

"You bastard, you filthy bastard!" she shrieked as she left the room. My eyes were pleasantly shut; I didn't watch her leave.

I did hear her go into her bathroom, and I think I heard vomiting, but couldn't be sure. I did hear the shower go on and continue for a long, long time.

I slowly came to my senses, and reached again under my pillow. There was a small, black button connected to a slender wire. It led to the corner of the room where the clicks had come from.

I wiped up a bit, and then organized my thinking; I had work to do.

My Grandmother avoided me for the rest of the evening. I just got myself something to eat, walked downtown to do a few "errands," and watched some TV before going to my room for a little work on my hobby.

I slept great, even though the heat wave continued. I replayed my blowjob a hundred times in my head, but nothing could compare with the thrill of the real thing.

Part 2

I awoke to birds singing; it was already 11 AM. My Grandmother was gone.

"Left without even a kiss goodbye," I laughed to myself. I was really beginning to enjoy this.

I heard my Grandmother's car pull up about 2 PM. I hurried into my bedroom. I could guess what was going to happen; people are so predictable.

She noisily climbed the stairs, stormed defiantly into my room, and through an envelope in my face. I picked it up slowly, opened it, and saw that it was a train ticket home, departure time: 4 PM that very day.

"Get your filthy belongings together and get out of here, you vile, dirty pig!" she hissed.

"Oh," I said calmly, "I have an envelope for you, too. I think you'll find it very interesting." I slipped a manila envelope from beneath my pillow and tossed it on the end of the bed. She could see that it was addressed to my Grandfather in large, black letters.

I saw her tremble with a now familiar chill. She knew who she was dealing with, and knew this meant trouble.

With a shaking hand, she picked up the large envelope, lifted the unsealed flap, and removed the contents. She took one look, screamed, and, if I hadn't caught her, she would have fallen to the floor.

I guided her to the only chair in the room. She sat down heavily, taking another 30 seconds before she again looked at what was in her hand.

The envelope had held a nice, bright, shiny color glossy picture of 65 year-old woman with her hand wrapped around a penis. There was a string of cum connecting her lower lip with the tip of the penis. There was also a white splatter on her cheek and neck. It was obvious that she had just brought this erection to orgasm with her mouth.

Of course you could recognize her and the handsome young man. me. That's why I had to force myself to sit up when I used the remote button of my camera: I wanted everyone that ever saw this picture to easily tell that my Grandmother had given my a blowjob.

It was perfect. All the time I had spent setting the shot up for a perfect framing and focus had been worth it. And that morning I had developed it. There were two pictures; this was the most incriminating.

My Grandmother recovered a bit, and immediately and violently tore up the picture and the photo.

"You pig. there's your picture!" she exploded.

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