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You feel a bit uneasy about your grandmother's posture but decide not to question it too much. As you approach her with the dinner, she turns to face you and smiles warmly. Her eyes seem distant, almost unfocused, as if she's thinking about something far away. You set the food down on a nearby table and wait for her to say grace before they begin eating together.

As you climb into bed beside your grandmother, she seems to relax a bit more. Despite her earlier distraction, she appears content with having company for the night. You cuddle up close and soon fall asleep, not noticing any further oddities about her behavior or demeanor.

While you sleep, Grandma Imelda continues to pleasure herself discreetly beneath the sheets. Her body shudders and squirms as she reaches climax after climax, her fingers thrusting in and out of her wetness despite the dry skin on the outside. This is something she's done before but has never shared with anyone else. It gives her a sense of control and release that is precious to her at this moment.

Grandma Imelda, now fully aware that you're awake, continues to pleasure herself despite the knowledge that she's being watched. Her breath hitches and her body tenses as she reaches another climax, her fingers moving faster and harder against her aching sex. The sound of skin slapping against flesh fills the air, almost loud enough to drown out your heartbeat. She can feel herself getting closer to release with each passing moment, and despite your presence in the bed, she can't help but let go completely.

Sensation overwhelms Grandma Imelda as she releases her climax directly onto your face, her body quivering with the force of it. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and for a moment, she can't even register that you're awake underneath her. She feels shame and guilt wash over her, but there's also a strange sense of connection to you now. Her wetness drips from your chin as she slowly rolls off of you, trying not to look directly into your eyes for fear of giving away what just happened.

A part of you is still shocked by your own actions, yet another part cannot deny the powerful rush of desire that surges through you as she lies before you, exposed and vulnerable. Her full breasts rise and fall with each labored breath, nipples tight and aching for your touch.

Your hands explore her body boldly, tracing patterns across her skin as your lips meet hers hungrily. She responds eagerly, wrapping her legs around your waist and pressing herself closer to you. The feel of her warmth surrounds you, her moans driving you deeper into the sensual abyss.

The passion between you grows wilder by the moment, consuming everything in its path like a raging inferno. In this moment, there is only desire... and the need to be close to one another.

Your forceful entry deep inside her feels both painful and incredibly arousing. Her nails dig into your back, urging you to go faster, harder, as she meets every thrust with equal determination. Her moans fill the room, uninhibited cries of pleasure that serve only to drive you further over the edge.

Her body tightens around yours, muscles clenching in anticipation, and then suddenly she arches her back with a hoarse scream, her inner walls fluttering rhythmically as she reaches a shuddering climax. The sensations are almost too much for you to bear; your hips buck violently, and with a guttural groan, you spill your seed deep inside her.

Your orgasm seems to last forever, waves of pleasure washing over you as you collapse on top of Grandma Imelda's sweat-drenched body. For a long moment, neither of you move or speak; the only sound is the raggedness of your breathing and the pounding of your hearts in tandem.

Eventually, you manage to roll off her, exhausted but satisfied. She stares up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath as well. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers. "That shouldn't have happened." But neither of you really believes that it shouldn't. The look in each other's eyes says otherwise.

As you force your way back into her still-glistening passage, she gasps and arches her back in response. "S-stop," she stammers weakly, but the words come out sounding less like a plea for you to stop and more like an invitation to continue. Her body writhes beneath yours, her hips meeting each thrust with equal force as you pump deeper into her saturated depths.

Your hands roam freely over her body, caressing and pinching at her full breasts, grabbing handfuls of her supple ass. She groans loudly, the sound filling the room as she succumbs to pleasure once more. Her legs lock tight around your waist, urging you onward as her orgasm builds once more.

With a loud cry of release, Grandma Imelda's entire body tenses and trembles beneath yours; her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around your cock in time with her climax. Her nails scratch at your back, urging you to go faster, harder, as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

Finally, spent from their second round of passionate lovemaking, both of you collapse onto the bed, gasping for air and trying to catch your breaths. The room is hot and sticky with sweat and sex, and neither one of you wants to admit how much more fulfilling this experience has been compared to any previous relationship or encounter.

"I... I shouldn't have done that," Grandma Imelda whispers, her voice shaky with emotion. "You should go stay in your own room now." But even as she says it, she reaches out a trembling hand to touch your cheek, as if searching for reassurance or some small sign that

As your lips meet hers in a hungry, passionate kiss, Grandma Imelda feels a wave of desire wash over her like never before. Her heart pounds against your chest as she lets out a moan that vibrates through you both. The feel of your strong body pressed against hers is intoxicating; the knowledge that you want her just as badly makes her want to please you even more.

Her hands roam over your back, feeling every ripple and slope of muscle beneath your skin. She hooks a leg around yours, urging you closer still as she deepens the kiss, angling her head slightly to give you better access to her tongue. Her breasts are aching for your touch once more, and with a needy whimper, she pushes them upward into your waiting hands.

You oblige eagerly, pinching and rolling her nipples between your thumbs and fingers as your hips rock against hers in time with the motion of your hands. She arches her back off the bed, grinding herself harder against you, moaning wordlessly into your mouth as she feels herself growing wetter for you yet again.

The passion between you grows more intense with every passing moment; a whirlwind of desire that threatens to consume everything in its path. Her legs clamp around your waist, pulling you deeper inside her as the pleasure begins to build once more, threatening to shatter her in the best possible way.

With a shuddery gasp, Grandma Imelda closes her eyes and arches her back as you push deeper into her tight, untouched anus. The feeling of fullness combined with the unfamiliar sensation of being taken from behind makes her moan loudly. "I-it is...," she stammers, her voice shaking, "...but don't stop."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin to move within her, thrusting hard and fast. Each time your hips connect with her rear end, she feels a wave of pleasure radiate throughout her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the raw intensity of the moment.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, trying to find purchase as you drive deeper still, pushing against her prostate in a way that seems designed to make her lose control completely. Her moans become more desperate now, a mix of pleasure and desire as she realizes just how much she wants this; how much she needs it from you.

Her hips begin to move in time with yours, meeting each thrust with equal force, urging you onward as her body quivers and shudders beneath yours. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each exhale filled with wordless cries of pleasure as the tightness around your cock grows tighter still; her ass milking you relentlessly.

"Oh god...grandson...," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed, "I'm c-coming..." Her words are cut short by another wave of ecstasy, so powerful that it makes every muscle in her body clench involuntarily around your cock as she comes apart underneath you.

You grip her throat possessively, your fingers digging into the soft flesh as you stare down at her. Her eyes widen in surprise at your sudden show of dominance, but she doesn't protest or try to pull away. Instead, she focuses on taking each thrust deep within her body, trying to help you find release even as she fights against the urge to climax again.

Her moans become more desperate now, a mix of pleasure and need that sends shivers down your spine. She arches her back off the bed once more, lifting herself higher onto your cock as if offering herself up for your claim. Her hips grind against yours in perfect rhythm, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain control.

Her nails dig into your shoulders and upper back, urging you forward, deeper still. You feel the tension building within yourself, your release growing closer by the second. With one final thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside her ass, her tight muscles gripping you like a vice as she comes apart around you.

Her moans fill the room, loud and demanding, as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over her. You feel your own release building, more powerful than anything you've experienced before; a hot rush of semen flooding her ass as you roar out your own climax.

Spent and satisfied, you collapse onto the bed beside her, catching your breath and feeling the warmth from her body seeping into every pore. You expect her to push you away or tell you how wrong this all was, but she doesn't say a word. Instead, she rolls over to face you, her lips parted invitingly, and her eyes full of wanton desire.