Summer in the Village. Part 4

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— And it doesn't go down on you, grandson. If only you knew, Kostya. How nice it is for your grandmother to sit on it. — Baba Zoya said to me, sitting on my lap.

I came, but my dick didn't go down right away. It probably stayed up for another minute or so from the wild excitement and the first sexual intercourse of my young life. And not with just anyone, but with my own maternal grandmother. A beautiful older woman with attractive curves.

— Granny. I love you. I've loved you for a long time. — I confessed to my grandmother, who was still sitting on my lap, trying to wiggle gently from side to side on my subsiding dick.

And so, when

it had completely gone down and slipped out of her vagina, the older woman stood up and, standing over me, hugged my head with her hands and pressed it to her stomach.

Mutually, grandson. Mutually, my dear. I've liked you for a long time. Ever since you started growing up. But I was afraid to approach you. And now I'm glad it worked out for us. And I don't regret anything. — Baba Zoya said to me, caressing me with her motherly palms and pressing me to her tummy, so warm and tender.

I kissed it, and nuzzled my nose into Grandma's breasts, somewhat saggy but not having lost their firmness, crowned at the ends with dark brown nipples, which I took into my mouth and sucked. And, grabbing Zoya Vitalyevna, who was standing over me, by the ass with my hands, I kneaded her soft, pliable buttocks.

— Well, that's it, my dear. Let's go wash up. We haven't properly washed off the sweat from the forest yet. — Grandma moved away from me and, wiggling her plump little butt, walked to the sauna door, opened it, and disappeared into the clouds of steam, and I followed her.

— We won't steam with birch whisks today. Another time, grandson. I don't have the strength for it. I'm shaking all over. Let's just wash up now and go to the house. — Grandma suggested to me, picking up the washcloth from the floor.

Zoya Vitalyevna rinsed it with water and, soaping it up, began to rub me with it from head to toe, but the dick itself, which had recently been inside her vagina and brought the older woman fabulous pleasure, she washed not with the washcloth, but with her hand. Soaping up her palm first, Baba Zoya gently took hold of my now-limp end and thoroughly washed it with fragrant soap and warm water.

— What a nice one you have, grandson. I almost lost consciousness when I sat on it. — Baba Zoya kept saying, holding my dick in her hand.

The older woman was literally in love with the big, thick dick of her own grandson, crowned at the end with a large crimson head. And she didn't let go of it from her hand, washed it, stroked it with fingers trembling from excitement. And it started to get hard for me.

— Now you wash me. And rub my back with the washcloth. Otherwise, I see we won't get washed at all. — Grandma let go of my dick from her hand, which under the pressure of her fingers was increasing in size right before our eyes.

Zoya Vitalyevna realized this wouldn't end well and she'd have to go with her grandson to the dressing room again, and washing up wouldn't happen.

Baba Zoya gave me a bottle of shampoo, and I, standing in front of the older woman with my dick starting to rise, applied some shampoo to her head and lathered Grandma's black, graying hair with my hands. Then I lathered the washcloth and began to rub the older woman's back, touching her plump, soft buttocks with my dick.

Baba Zoya's ass was simply wonderful, as were all parts of her body. Breasts, tummy, and thighs. This older bitch, the mother of my mother Lena, didn't have an ounce of fat or sagging skin on her body, which is common for women her age. Breasts slightly larger than average, slightly sagging, beckoned my hands with their dark brown nipples. A tender tummy, and smooth white thighs, slender legs, and a plump, convex ass, resembling a soccer ball, together with a beautiful, youthful face. Made Zoya Vitalyevna a desirable woman for caresses and sex. And I liked my maternal grandmother, very, very much.

— Oh, I'll do that part myself. — Grandma shuddered when I reached her pubic area with the washcloth and, having lathered the coarse black hairs with gray there, touched her pussy with my fingers, feeling the tender labia.

The older woman pressed my palm with her hand to her crotch and, removing it, reached into her silk with her own fingers, while I scooped water from the cauldron and began to pour it over my relative from a ladle, giving her a chance to wash up and remove my sperm from her vagina.

I knew older women don't get pregnant anymore, but Baba Zoya was clean and didn't want to keep her grandson's sperm inside her.

— Well, we're washed up. Washed off the sweat. Let's go to the dressing room. I brought beer with me. — Baba Zoya suggested to me after we had poured warm water over each other and washed off the soap suds and shampoo from our hair.

By this time, my dick was hard as a rock and I was touching the older woman's pubic area with it. We were the same height, and I, pouring water over her from the ladle while standing in front, pressed the head right against the black, graying hairs on Grandma's pubic area.

— I want more, Granny. We'll drink the beer 🍺 later. — I suggested to Grandma, sitting back down on the bench, letting her pass between my legs.

I really liked this method of sexual intercourse, when Grandma sat on my lap and wiggled up and down on my dick.

— Better you do it yourself. It'll be more pleasant for me. — Baba Zoya stroked my head and, instead of sitting on my lap, walked over to the table, lay down on it on her stomach, and her plump, convex ass stuck up.

Hearing such a suggestion from my own grandmother, confirmed by action, I instantly jumped up from the bench and immediately pressed against Baba Zoya's milky-colored buttocks with the head of my dick, from which pre-cum was dripping from excitement.

In theory, I knew women could be fucked from behind; this position was called "doggy style." I had seen such sexual intercourse in pornography I watched at a classmate's house in school. But in practice, I stupidly poked the head of my dick into Grandma's ass and, out of inexperience, almost stuck it in her asshole, the place from which she shits.

— Not there. Here is where it should go. — Baba Zoya moved her rear when I pressed the head against her brown-colored anus, the hole of which temptingly stood out amidst the white buttocks.

Grandma, lying on her stomach, reached her hand back and guided my dick to its intended destination, namely into her surprisingly juicy vagina. And I immediately inserted it there, almost all the way, and Baba Zoya moaned.

— Oh, Kostya. Oh, grandson. Oh. Oh. — The older relative lay on the table in the dressing room on her stomach and moaned.

— Does it hurt, Granny? — I asked my relative, slowing down a bit, thinking my clumsy actions were causing pain to the woman I loved.

— Oh, grandson. A little. Just a tiny bit. Don't stop. Keep going. It hurts. And feels good. Very pleasant, my dear. — Lying on the table on her stomach, Grandma pushed her ass back as a sign for me to continue fucking her and snorted disapprovingly through her nose.

This was her manner; Baba Zoya always snorted through her nose when she was angry. And even during sexual intercourse, she was angry with her grandson for stopping at the wrong time.

— Zoya Vitalyevna. I love you, Granny. — I said to Grandma, placing my palms on her buttocks and, without any restraint, continued to fuck her through the ass on the table, driving my dick into her pussy as deep as it would go.

— That's it. Good boy. Oooooh. Aaaaah. Oooooh. Your grandmother likes it deeper, grandson. Harder. Don't be afraid. More. More. — The depraved grandmother whimpered, lying under me on her stomach on the table, and I fucked her through the ass as best I could and kneaded her plump buttocks with my hands.

It felt fucking amazing. To fuck the elderly mother of my mother Lena like this, knead her ass with my hands, and watch as my dick goes in and out of her hairy hole. And Grandma not only had her pubic area covered with black, graying hairs, but there were also hairs in the crotch and near the asshole.

The second sexual intercourse with my own maternal grandmother lasted a bit longer than the first, but I didn't last more than a few minutes before I came inside Baba Zoya's vagina, squeezing the halves of her plump ass, shaped like a soccer ball, in my palms.

— Oh, grandson. You really gave your grandmother a workout. Good boy. I was so pent up. Let's go, I'll wash your young man, and we'll drink beer. Now we can rest. — Baba Zoya said in a satisfied voice, getting up from the table.

Although I fucked her like a rabbit and came quickly, Zoya Vitalyevna still got pleasure and possibly an orgasm. Because the older woman's eyes were literally shining with joy.

— You're not mad at me, Granny? Because I couldn't last long with you? — I asked Grandma, standing with her in the sauna and offering my limp dick to the caring hands of my maternal relative, which she washed with warm water from the cauldron.

— Everything's fine, Kostya. I don't need it to last long. I get pleasure quickly. And experience will come with time. We'll have many, many more times together. And you'll succeed in everything, my golden grandson. — Zoya Vitalyevna straightened up and, hugging me, kissed me on the lips, a deep kiss.

For a few seconds, we kissed, standing embraced in the sauna, and then Grandma shooed me away.

— Go to the dressing room and open the 🍺 beer. I'm thirsty. — Baba Zoya said to me, scooping water from the cauldron with a ladle.

She wanted to wash up and remove my sperm from her vagina with her fingers. And I was in her way in this matter.

— I'm thirsty too, Granny. I won't start without you. — I answered Grandma, leaving the sauna for the dressing room and closing the door behind me.

In the bag on the table, I found two bottles of "Zhigulevskoye," a bottle opener, and a pack of "Chester" with a lighter. The caring Grandma had put everything in, anticipating such an outcome. And that her grandson, after fucking her and washing together in the bathhouse, would enjoy drinking beer and smoking in relaxation.

— Let's go outside. We'll sit on the bench there. It's hot in here. And my blood pressure has risen. — Grandma, who had come out of the sauna, suggested to me, taking the beer bottle I had opened from the table.

It was summer-warm outside, and even at night it was comfortable to sit on the bench near the log wall of the bathhouse and drink 🍻 beer.

— Did you like it with me, Kostya? Now we'll live soul to soul. I'm so glad it worked out for us. — In a soft, sugary voice, Grandma asked me, placing her palm on my dick and stroking it gratefully.

— I liked it a lot, Baba Zoya. I've been in love with you since the eighth grade. And I never hoped I'd ever sleep with you. — I honestly confessed to Grandma, similarly placing my hand on her pubic area.

We sat with her naked in the night on the bench near the bathhouse, satisfied and relaxed after washing and sex. Drank beer from bottles and held each other's intimate parts. Life was beautiful thanks to the intimate closeness between us.

I lit a cigarette and, taking a drag of the fragrant Chester, thought that if I had simply lived with Grandma without having sex with her, our relationship would have been completely different. She would have treated me simply as a grandson and a helper around the house.

But now that I've fucked her good in the bathhouse and will be fucking her on a regular basis, the older woman will give me everything. She will take care of me both as a blood relative and as her lover who fucks her so sweetly.

— I've liked you for a long time too, Kostya. But back then, your age didn't allow us to love each other. And now is just the right time. You've become an adult, and you have a dick like a good man. — Grandma answered me, massaging my limp end with her fingers.

After sitting for a while on the bench and drinking the beer, Baba Zoya and I, holding hands like lovers, naked, went to the house. It was deep night outside, and no one could see us.

— To your first time, Kostya. Now, with my help, you've become a man. — Baba Zoya herself poured vodka into shot glasses and, clinking glasses with me, drank the strong alcohol for making her own grandson a man.

I drank after Grandma and started to snack on the fried potatoes and leftover duck. Baba Zoya quickly reheated everything on the gas stove, putting an apron over her naked body. And her white-as-milk, plump little ass looked sexy against the background of her pubic area covered by the apron.

While I ate, my dick got hard again. Zoya Vitalyevna took off her apron and sat on the chair opposite me, naked. And I got wildly excited, chewing on the duck and looking at her breasts with dark brown nipples and her pubic area covered with black, graying hairs.

— Let's go to my room, Kostya. Now you'll sleep with me, in my bed. If you want, of course. — Baba Zoya asked me with a sly laugh, already knowing my answer.

After everything we had, I, of course, wanted to sleep in the same bed with the woman I loved. To enjoy her body, inhale the scent of perfume coming from her gray hair. And to fuck her in different positions. Day and night.

I didn't say anything in response. And what was there to say when my dick had decided everything for me. It was hard as a rock, and pre-cum was dripping from the head. I walked over to Baba Zoya, hugged her, kissing her lips. Then I picked her up under her knees and, lifting her in my arms, carried her to her bedroom.

— How strong you are, my dear. My happiness. My beloved. — Grandma, delighted, wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her whole body against me.

No wonder, no one had ever carried her to bed in their arms. And now her own grandson, a handsome, tall guy, was doing it. With whom she felt so good, like never before in her life.

— Wait. Wait, my dear. Let me say something. — Baba Zoya slipped out from under me like an eel and in an instant ended up on top, putting her hand on my dick and, grabbing it, held it, breathing rapidly.

I carried Grandma in my arms into her room, put her on the bed, and was about to lie on top of her to fuck her. To my surprise, she started to resist.

— I want to confess something to you, I don't want to keep it inside. And since we've become close, Kostya. I want you to know. You're not my first. I've already slept with a young guy, just a couple of years older than you. On this very bed. It was last year, also in the summer. — Grandma confessed, lying on top of me and still holding my dick in her hand.