The Blushing Bride

Well, l guess there is no argument about it; I'm old. I am getting dressed for the wedding of my grandchild, his new bride, just on the other side of the wall doing the same.

But l don't feel like it, and after finally losing the fat from giving birth to my last child, l wasn't about to let it back on again. So, although l have no plans to outshine the bride, l picked out a lovely dress, one that puts up a fight against my age. The lace bra, garter, and nylons are primarily for me.

I'm sure we all have regrets, but one area l do not is my sex life, and my departed husband made sure of that. Although l was limited before my marriage to him, he showed me a whole new world and one l had never dreamed of prior. I have experienced almost everything, and during our swinging years, I made many new friends and experiences with them.

But today is her day, and it is good to hear the excitement coming through the walls as she and her girlfriends get her ready for the ceremony. l was snapping in my second nylon when things changed, or, say, the commotion in the room next to mine. There was a lot of commotion and then crying from within, while l heard an unknown voice calling for the bride's mother.

After about five minutes of continuous crying, l decided to see if l could help; stunned by it all, l hadn't finished dressing, so l grabbed my robe and made my way over. There, sitting on the edge of the bed, was my granddaughter-to-be, her face cupped in her hands, still crying. l touched her on the shoulder. "What is wrong, my dear?"

She raised her pretty face, mascara running down her face. "I'm sorry, I am just being stupid."

"Stupid? There is no stupidity, especially on this day. What is bothering you?"

She told me how this marks the end of things and how it would be only them from now on. And how, although in many ways that sounds wonderful, she fears not being able to experience those things she hasn't gotten to. Then, with the dam broken by that omission, she let go.

If it were for most any other Granny, they might have been at a loss, but l wasn't just any Granny. As l had said, my life was unlike most, which put me in an excellent place to help her with this struggle.

"Oh, Sweetheart, this isn't the end; it's just the beginning." With that, l grabbed the wipes so l could clean her face up to begin again. "You're such a classic beauty, my dear." Then l pressed my lips against hers.

I had not noticed that my robe had opened in the commotion, not until her hands found my breasts without complication. It took little effort for her to free them from my bra and then pinch my hard nipples that were reaching for the stars. l wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer to suckle upon me. It felt wonderful, and my hand found her legs parted and most welcoming as l pulled to the side her panties so my fingers could explore her warm box. I found it free of all hair and dripping wet, hot, wanting, and willing.

She bit down hard upon my nipple as l rubbed her engorged clit, but they were tough after breastfeeding my children, and up for the task.

l pulled down on her corset, freeing her breasts, but l was far more careful as l drug the tip of my tongue over and around her growing nipple. The other side the same treatment before l kissed my way down her flat belly. My nose was rewarded slightly before my lips and tongue, and it had been some time since my last taste of young pussy. My efforts were quickly rewarded as she climaxed in record time and then, to her shock when she squirted.

"I didn't know l could do that!" She screamed. l said not a word, just continued with my cleaning task. Then, when l finished to my satisfaction, l kissed her again. During our kiss, she had found my pussy, so l knew we were not done. Mimicking my actions, she kisses her way down my body and then what l was sure of, her first taste of pussy.

She was a quick learner, and l found little trouble reaching my end, adding my finger to my clit to push me over the edge. I kissed her again, my taste all over her pretty face. "Do you see, this is just the beginning and not the end? l guarantee your husband will not have any problems with you wanting other women and far more. After all, he has my and his grandfather's blood flowing through his veins.

"That was fantastic, Granny, and exactly what l was talking about."

"Well, my dear, it is my honor to help, but please don't call me Granny. Not after what we just shared; call me by my given name, Donna."

"Yes, Donna. And thank you."

After that, l called for her friends so they could rejoin her and continue getting her ready while l did so for me. The wedding went on without a hitch, and it was about month later when my phone rang.

It took me a minute to figure out it was my newest granddaughter. "Oh, hi, Sue, how was the honeymoon?"

"It was wonderful, and that is why l called. There is no way it would have been so fantastic without your help and guidance."

Sue went on to tell me how, during their couple's massage, she found the courage to take hold of the masseuse and how my grandson only smiled as she proceeded to have sex with him. Then, how after he left, her new husband took his sloppy seconds, the best sex of her life.

l felt at ease to relay one of my experiences that was oddly similar to hers. How my husband a l were with another couple, how the other wife was left cummed out. Oh, how l have been there with him so many times. Then when he came closer to me, l was busy sucking cock again after l had just coated it once again with my cum. When my husband asked if his cock tasted good, l wiggled it as if it was bait. Then to my great surprise, how he joined me until the creamy end.

"Oh my God, Granny, l mean, Donna. That would be so hot. Do you think Ben would be up for that?"

"Well, l do not want to get ahead of myself, but l think you would succeed. The fruit does not fall far from the tree, which l have noticed over the years. But you might want to introduce another female first; no man would ever say no to such a thing. But yes, l have found that women are turned on by male-on-male play just like guys love two females together."

"The thought is incredible, Donna. Thank you for sharing that with me."

Speaking of sharing, l then told her to come by whenever she would like. How l have so many things I've collected over the years to share them, knowing how my grandson's place is lacking in those things that make a house a home. Looking back, maybe l should have been a little clearer.

Her call caught me off guard as l was getting ready for a visit from a friend. And just after saying goodbye, the doorbell rang, so l took the towel off my damp hair and wrapped myself in my robe to answer the door.

As expected, at the door was Linda, another widower like myself, and just as horny. Linda looked me up and down, then laughed. "Not wasting time are we."

"Oh, shut up and get in here." I pulled Linda close and kissed her deeply, my hand roaming over her soft body as hers did the same with mine. Our relationship was well past awkward. We headed upstairs and to my bedroom. I watched Linda undress with great interest; her body has always turned me on, and it is easy to look past the flaws that the years have brought to us all. Her well-cropped pussy, which l could hardly wait to taste again, and her reworked breasts, which were the envy of most of us.

As l ate Linda's pussy she pulled her legs even higher, knowing all too well that l began to feast upon her ass. l was quickly rewarded with a river of cum that streamed upon my busy tongue. Then Linda's moans were interrupted as she said. "Oh, hello there."

l turned to find Sue standing there with her mouth wide open. (clearing my throat) "This is my new granddaughter, Sue. Ben's new bride."

Linda reached over to me to shake Sue's hand, then pressed my face back into her. "Sorry, Sugar, but I'm not done with her yet. Or should l say your grandma isn't?"

"Oh no, please proceed. But, do you mind if l watch?"

Linda gave no response, and l could hardly answer with my face full of pussy once again. When l did raise my head for a breath of fresh air, l found Sue sitting in my chair, busily working her yummy pussy. But fair is fair, and my pussy was also wanting, so l changed positions with Linda, and l sat back as she returned the favor.

My eyes were fixed on Sue as she continued to masturbate there in front of us. I reached into the nightstand, and after fumbling around, l withdrew a good-size dildo, handing it to Sue. l quickly came watching it repeatedly entering and withdrawing from her sweet tight pussy. Then to my great pleasure, l watched as Sue moved in behind Linda, inserting that cum covered dong into her. Linda's breath felt even hotter as Sue fucked her from behind, and it became all too much when Sue added, lashing her tongue at Linda's backdoor.

"Oh, fuck yes, eat my ass," Linda screamed.

Wanting in the mix, l returned to my nightstand, withdrawing my strap-on. l aimed at Sue's yummy pussy pressing her into Linda harder and faster.

"Oh fuck me, Grammy, fuck my ass now."

It was easy to forgive the "Grammy" remark, and it added a little something to the act itself. But the last thing l wanted to do was hurt her, so l gathered what was needed. Then my first move was to tease her; my tongue lashed at her pussy and pressed at her back button until it started to make entry.

"Oh fuck yes, Grammy, that feels fantastic."

With that, l dipped my thumb into the jar of lube, small circles on point, until it slipped in without effort. My free hand rubbed her bean as l switched my thumb with a deeper finger and then two. It was only then, when l knew she was ready, l placed my rubber manhood at her door and waited for her to take it in as she would.

It didn't take long before Sue was slamming her body against mine, the entire length of the toy in her ass and the back of it pounding my engorged clit. It was now Linda in the chair, working her pussy over as she watched on. Then, only after becoming a creamy mess and falling upon the bed exhausted did she rejoin us. A mass of arms, legs, and every other body part, caressed and kissed at will.

Twenty minutes later, we gathered in my shower, taking it to its limit. Washing away everything but the wonderful memory of what just happened. And knowing more about my grandson than his bride did, l knew there was much more to explore. But that's another story, and this one ends here.