Brittiany St. John Grammy1965

Brittiany Grammy1965

 

Grammy Sucks Cock

Extremely Well!

 

R.

 

© Copyright 2025 by R.

 

NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual is a work of otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

Brittiany Grammy1965

Last November, Anywhere, USA

 

The cam show bare, soft thighs filled the frame. A hand swept over them, pushing up the hem of her tight chat room exploded with comments and gifts chimed in one after another.

 

When they did, she pursed her full lips at the camera and the strap of her dress, and the other, her cleavage popped out, enormous and exposed. I tried to keep myself from getting a full year of subscribing to her channel, I should have been used to it by every time she got on cam, the same thrill as a game day rush, when I sack the quarterback.

 

For certain, it wasn’t the curves of her 57-year-old body or how she moved like a girl in her , she’s my grandmother. Grammy1965 to her online Brittiany to me.

 

My real name was Rhett truth, I’m 19 and in love with my my life, I’d called her Grammy. A stunning woman in her late same way other guys my age thought about girlfriends, I obsessed about her ’s be honest, she wasn’t like most grandmothers.

 

That’s for sure.

 

But the weirdest part was how it all started. A year ago, one of the guys on the team sent a link to a cam older woman, a hot chick, in a curves seemed to believe my eyes, I watched the whole the end, I hot chick, somehow, some way, Grammy, my grandmother.

 

Every one of her massive number of devoted followers, the same as was more popular than most cam-women half her I got all, she got a body that wouldn’t quit, and the face of a porn went by Grammy1965 and never mentioned her real name.

 

Setting up a fake account, I followed first, it made me the more I followed her, the more I wanted to view her performances. I had never gone private with her on the afraid she would know it was me and that she wouldn’ I’d been the best tipper I could it’s Friday night, and I couldn’t resist any longer.

 

Holding the belief, she did the cam work to stay busy, but I recognized the grandfather had been dead for was why she was doing the cam how successful she was, Grammy didn’t need my I planned to give her something to keep busy with when I moved timer counted down to the show’s start.

 

The waiting seemed the same as the last quarter of a game with no timeouts heartbreaking, slow, and still far too thing wasn’t that I loved was that I needed her in ways no one should need their were family, but every time I got on her channel, my dick didn’t care.

 

Sometimes Grammy was modest on cam, never showed her whole other nights, not so shy, she showed quite a not everything—well, sometimes, , because she wasn’t a , she went all out that night. I was determined to buy time and be private with her on the channel.

 

That night, I wasn’t about to let anyone else beat me to it. I couldn’t believe what a pro she had been on cam for five minutes and made more than some girls did in a my last game of the season, I was hyped up and needed to get off before I her turned into an addiction I couldn’t I played outstanding defense on the Grammy, I had zero self-defense.

 

The transfer from my local junior college to a university practically next door to a partial ride scholarship for football, I’d be moving there at the beginning of the near her and able to visit her weekly sent me over the moon.

 

Once again, I peered at her, the way her curves filled the able to stand how much I wanted the dorm, I wanted to live with her and go to school there.

 

Okay, enough, I’d think about school some other time.

 

When I was a kid, she was sexy, but she was so much hotter her gorgeous face, long white hair cascaded to her never used to wear it night, I dreamed of being with when I tried not she was family, she was better than porn.

 

Then I wondered what my friends would think if they knew I tuned in while Grammy got made me hard and embarrassed to think about Friday night air was cool, but I sweated in my on my bed with my laptop opened, a soda, and I tried to thought of her soft, warm skin crept in her green eyes peering from behind a lace way she understood exactly how to make guys cum in was a fucking genius at being sexy.

 

Never should’ve started this I couldn’t stop.

 

A mother of two, Brittiany , age 57, grandmother of one, a cam whore extraordinaire. A goddess, my dream fanbase of her channel was other people made me so thought they were close to her, but I was gave her money, but I gave her something none of them could.

 

Love.

 

With my heart racing, I spent hours on the site, jacking off until my cock turned pink, sore, and my balls were got more tips than I thought possible, and she deserved them made a living from her brand, but I was going to change that. I waited for her latest show to start, ready for more of what I shouldn’t.

When school let out, I planned to surprise her and show up in had been gone a long long said she loved him, but she was good at moving me, I’d seen it on her way she exposed she worked the dildo like a real way she seemed alone with you when the room was I was inside her house, I’d be inside her other places hard for her, I stroked the crotch of my shorts.

 

It was still early in the night, and Grammy had logged away, I sent the private show the while, wondering what she’d do if she knew it was whether she’d be mad or if she’d suspected it all at the screen, I sat there until she messaged back. ‘2am, hon. ’ A winking emoji after it, and I about shot my load right to hold out, I took a deep when she danced, teased, and touched herself, I almost came.

 

For all the world, I couldn’t get her body out of my full they bounced and filled up the shaved pussy that made her look young made her seem my age. I lay back on the bed and tried not to jack off too early. I should save it for when we went private.

 

But I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching into my way she exposed herself got me closer to the not to go over it, I bit my my breath when she put her fingers inside herself and moaned. I couldn’t resist her, couldn’t help but think she was moaning for me.

Speculating if she knew, I wanted her ’d be shocked if she found she mightn’t if she expected it, desired it the same way I did? When we were alone together in the summer, I’d find out.

 

Is it possible we will have a different kind of relationship?

 

One where she showed me her real body, and I touched it whenever I she would say dirty things to me, I’d say dirty words faster at the thought of her, I pondered those anticipation of going private with her killed me.

 

Trying to keep my load in check, she fingered herself again, and I finally had to let it that my whole body would the washrag, I made a mess in it, closed my eyes, and held my a time, I forgot how to breathe.

 

Picturing her soft thighs in my hands, but I didn’t want to get hard again before again, it was ’s the same as scoring a touchdown when the other team thought they had more I came, the more I wanted her. I put the laptop away and sat back against the wall. I glanced at the time.

 

two more hours until we’re alone Grammy wouldn’t be upset if she sussed it to Jesus, Grammy was the best cam girl on the I would make her better, was, I had what she needed, and soon she’d understand that.

 

Hard-on raging, again, I waited and checked the whole body was a muscle, tense and desperate for her. I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I didn’t have was a few weeks away.

 

She said she liked her she understood what I could give her, she’d like it more. I stared at the wall, thought about those thighs. I held out my hand it shook. 1am. A bead of sweat rolled down my would be an endless hour.

 

My face turned fiery. I bit my tongue and nearly fell out of my screen showed a kaleidoscope of exploded into a gigantic yellow smiley face, and the words Grammy texted were, ‘We need to talk, young man. I’m not mad. I will arrange for your mother to send you here for Thanksgiving week. ’ It seemed that Grammy was okay with it. I wondered if we could be lovers. I couldn’t sleep.

 

Finally, the numbers on the digital display turned from 1:59 to 2: trembling fingers, I slipped the mask over my face, the odd sensation of the voice changer against my lips. I drew a shaky breath, trying to calm my racing was time.

 

The invite flashed on my screen, a gateway to forbidden a long moment, I hesitated, my cursor hovering over the accept thundering in my ears, I screen went black for a few eternal seconds. I held my breath.

 

Without another second, she was grandmother, but not as I had ever seen her steel gray hair tumbled over her bare shoulders in tousled familiar green eyes, like my own, smoldered with unfamiliar heat as she peered through the against my boxers, my cock twitched to attention.

 

“What’s with the mask, sweetheart?” Grammy asked, her lips curved in a knowing voice was a smoky purr straight out of my most illicit fantasies.

 

“I’ll show you when I’m comfortable,” I replied, the voice changer transforming my words into a deep, unrecognizable surged through me, stoking my courage. I stood slowly, making sure the bulge in my shorts was clearly visible.

 

“But I can show you this…”

 

Grammy’s eyes widened and narrowed with pleasure as she took in the sight of my erection.

 

“Mmm, very nice, likes. ”

 

Holding my gaze, she reached for the straps of her silky camisole and slowly pushed them down her garment fell away, revealing her massive, heavy breasts. I sucked in a cupped her tits, offering them up to the camera as if they were a gift for me to unwrap.

 

“You like Grammy’s enormous titties, don’t you, naughty boy?” she cooed, kneading the abundant stiff with arousal, her fingers found her nipples and she tugged and rolled the rubbery nubs between her fingertips, I ogled, riveted, coaxing my prick to a stiffer state.

 

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, my cock jumping in my shorts. I palmed myself through the fabric, need burning through my veins.

 

Grinning, Grammy shimmied out of her camisole and shorts, baring every glorious inch of her body to my hungry was all generous curves and soft, crepey skin that I ached to stretch marks striped her belly and thighs, badges of motherhood that only made her more devastatingly sexy to me.

 

“You want to touch Grammy, don’t you, baby?” she purred, trailing a hand down her body to the neat thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. “Want to put your young horse-sized cock in Grammy’s wet pussy?”

 

“God, yes,” I panted, sliding my shorts down enough to pull my erection free. I wrapped a fist around my aching cock, shuddering at the contact.

 

Grammy sprawled back on her bed, thighs falling pussy was flushed and puffy, slick with her traced a finger through her gleaming folds and brought it to her mouth, sucking her own juices from her skin.

 

“Mmmm, Grammy, that’s ’ll have to lick her soon,” she rasped. “But first, stroke that fat cock for and slow, like that. ”

 

I followed her instructions, pumping my fist along my shaft from root to breath grew uneven as pleasure lanced through frigged her clit in slow circles, her eyes heavy-lidded as she watched me pleasure myself.

 

“Such a sexy boy,” she praised. “Getting all hard and worked up for your Grammy. ”

 

“Yes,” I groaned. “I want you so fucking to be your good boy. ”

 

“You are baby, you’re Grammy’s perfect boy,” she moaned. “My sweet, sexy grandson with his donkey-sized fat cock. ”

 

Her filthy words inflamed me. I squeezed the base of my cock to keep from erupting right at that grinned and reached for something her hand returned, it was wrapped around a thick rubber cock.

 

“This is what Grammy uses when she thinks about you,” she breathed, rubbing the dildo against her wet slit. “Mmm, but it’s not as impressive or hard as your cock, is it? Grammy wishes this was you splitting her open. ”

 

She parted her pussy lips and thrust the dildo back arched as she filled herself. I pumped my cock faster, imagining that clinging heat gripping me instead.

 

“Let Grammy see you cum, baby,” she panted, fucking herself hard and fast. “Coat yourself in hot jizz for me, that’s my good boy. ”

 

Urgently, I grabbed a rag from the to my feet, I aimed my cock and stroked balls drew up release building, an unstoppable force, I could hold back no longer.

 

“Fuck, shit, GRAMMY!” I said in a fierce roar as the first surge of cum blasted from my after spurt splattered the rag as I bucked and cried out, her pussy clenching around the dildo buried inside it as she came apart with me.

 

The force of my orgasm made me dizzy. I sank back into my chair with a grunt, carelessly pulling off my mask and tossing it a few euphoric moments, I panted and tingled with ebbing softening cock lay against my thigh, still drooling cum.

 

Grammy’s voice pierced the fog.

 

“Rhett? Is that you?”

 

Horrified realization slammed into me as my post-orgasmic high evaporated in an my daze, I had removed my webcam was still was staring at me in , I yanked my boxers up, closed my laptop, and shut off my heart raced, trying to break out of my recognized me. I had had cam sex with my own grandmother, and now she caught me.

 

Fuck a duck, fuck me, fuck me all to hell, I fucked shaking hands, I grabbed my was a text from stomach dropped as I opened it.

 

‘We need to talk, young man. I’m not mad. I will arrange for your mother to send you here for Thanksgiving break. ’

 

Relief rushed through me, chased by an extra jolt of arousal. A winky emoji popped up, and fireworks burst across the wasn’t wanted me, and I so yearned to continue.

 

Giddy excitement replaced my panic.

 

The truth be told, I could barely sit still as the days crawled by, bringing Thanksgiving break closer with agonizing night, I jacked off to the memory of Grammy’s lush body and dripping pussy, imagining burying myself inside her for real.

 

Finally, it was time to leave for Grammy’s house. I had no idea what would happen when I got one thing was crystal clear, this Thanksgiving would be the start of a whole new chapter for beginning of a secret life that I could hardly wait to explore.

 

My flight landed, and I found Brittiany waiting for her face before she caught sight of me, I took a second to admire her curves in a tight red her eyes locked on mine, she threw her arms to God, I believed I was the only person in the crowded airport.

 

Grammy kissed me, and her lips were so hot and so flavor of her mint gum and cigarettes, the combination sending a thrill down my was our first time together since that dirty night on the the cab ride to her house, Grammy couldn’t keep her hands off me, and the driver couldn’t keep his eyes on the slipped her tongue between my lips.

 

“I’ve missed you,” she moved her hand lower and undid the button of my jeans.

I pushed my hands up under her sweater, letting my fingers skin was smooth, and she shivered under my touch.

 

“Missed you, too,” I said. “All I’v