(Black mailed Grandmother)
(i)
I hated my mom with a passion. She was bossy, cruel, self-righteous and demanding, but she had a nice body. Since Dad died, she’s only been interested in taking over the business and making money by hook or by crook, and I’m just a big distraction to her. That’s why she always left me to do almost all the chores, and when I did something wrong, I was always mercilessly taunted by my mom.
On the first day of summer vacation, she told me coldly, as usual, “Your grandfather is away at a World War II veterans’ reunion, and your grandmother needs help cleaning out the attic.”
“But, mom…” I had just begun to say in an aggravated voice when her slap had swept into my face and she yelled at me, “I don’t want to hear any whining!”
But I really didn’t want to go to my grandmother’s place, that 65 year old curmudgeon was even more of a lowlife and pervert than my mom, as anyone could see. I had no choice but to pack my bags and board the train back home.
Grandma picked me up at the station, and instead of family greetings and cheer, all I got was, “Grab your bags and get in the car, there’s still a lot to do.” Damn it! God knows how much more I have to endure in this sweltering heat.
Grandma was five feet eight inches tall, maybe 140 pounds, dark skin, short flat hair, and quite a few wrinkles on her face, but generally pretty, though as I said earlier, she always felt cold.
She was wearing shorts, her thighs were very muscular, and underneath her loose blouse stood up two big tits, which were firm in a way that couldn’t be covered. But age pushes people to age, and compared with mom’s, you can see that grandma’s tits are a bit sagging. Grandma walking around, two tits with the movement of a tremor, always attracted my eyes, of course, when she did not care to sneak a few glances.
“Are you ready to hit the road.” Another annoying rush, I was all loaded up by this point and it was a dreary ride home.
Back at Grandma’s house, just after getting everything set up, Grandma told me to get myself something to eat. There was nothing to do that night.
The next morning, the first thing she said to me was, “Ali, when you come here, you have to do something, so don’t have any excuses to get out of it! Now go up to the attic and move all the boxes to the curb, they’re all garbage, someone will clean them up.”
I had to climb up into the attic and go back and forth, I can’t count how many times I went back and forth, and when I felt like I was exhausted, I was about to take a break when I accidentally smashed a wall panel in the attic. I freaked out and felt like I was in big trouble in general.
Suddenly I noticed the corner of an envelope peeking out vaguely behind the wallboard, where someone had obviously hidden it. Carefully lifting it out, I found that it was actually a letter from 20 years ago, a letter from my grandmother to the local supervisor at the time.
The letter is handwritten by his grandmother and it contains a colorful account of a fling between the two men back in the day, and that both men kept the secret from their own families. The envelope also contains a note from a previous magistrate, stating that the other wanted to break off the affair and expressed guilt for his cowardice.
As I watched this, a thought popped into my head: I’m going to earn the awe I deserve from that rude and insolent woman, huh? My grandmother.
Carefully covering up the loose wallboard, I finally cleared out all the boxes, and by then most of the morning had passed. Just as I came downstairs I heard my grandmother say to me again, “What took you so long, the attic had to be cleaned up.”
“But Grandma, you’d better come up to my room for a minute, I have something to show you.” After I said that I turned my head and headed for the room I had to be in.
“I don’t have time for your antics.” Grandma muttered.
By this time I had begun to read her letter aloud, and immediately saw my grandmother running into the room, her eyes wide open: “Where did you get that? You little bastard!” Her voice was not loud, but it was clear that she was angry and a little scared.
“You know where I got it, don’t you?” I was still a little weak, my self-confidence still wasn’t strong enough.
“Give me back that letter at once!” Her tone seemed unusually sharp.
“Oh, I will, but first you have to do a little thing for me.” By this time I saw that she had pounced upon me to seize the letter. I easily evaded her, and running to the door threatened her, saying, “I am going to the church now to publish this letter, and what will happen? Think about it!”
Her gaze seemed capable of devouring me, yet her face was filled with terror, and as I made a move to rush out, “No! No! Please don’t!” Admitting defeat, she shrugged and asked me, “What do you want?”
I went back into the room and pointed to a paragraph on the letter and said, “I want to hear you read this paragraph out loud, but I don’t want to hear the person’s name, so you can use my name ‘Ali’ instead, or ‘my dear grandson’. .”
“No way! You filthy little thing.” She screamed again.
“Then you’re ready to face Grandpa, and everyone else in town who will see this letter.”
I could tell she had completely given up and I knew she would do what I said.
“Will you give me back the letter?”
“Sure, as long as you behave.”
“Which paragraph do you want me to read?” She asked in a small voice. I pointed it out to her and she began to read it, her face red with shame when she got to my name.
“Ali, I just can’t read on, especially with your name…”
“You better get on with it, and fast!” I yelled up at her.
“Oh, Ali, I can’t forget the feeling of your dick in my mouth as I licked and stroked it and could feel your long, hard cock scraping against my lips. My dear grandson, I couldn’t resist the excitement… finally being able to make you cum in my mouth… Ali, being able to taste your semen was the most exciting thing in my life.”
When she finished reading, I handed the letter back to her. She squeezed the letter and immediately took a few steps backward to the door: “No one believes you anymore, you don’t have this letter anymore! You’re an asshole!”
She huffed and puffed down the stairs while I went over to the dresser and took the tape recorder that had been pre-positioned there from behind one of the picture frames and tried the results; every word was crisp and clear.
In the afternoon, I did some cleanup, took a shower, and started preparing for my next project. Apparently Grandma had burned the letter; I could smell the smoke. I had just put on my leisure suit and shorts when she happened to pass by the door of my room, probably unable to hide her smugness, she stuck her head in and looked at me evilly: “You dirty-minded bastard, I’ll show you the price of fooling around, and then we’ll see how much you’re capable of!”
I sat on the bed, stared into her eyes, raised the tape recorder in my hand, flipped the switch… I turned it off and watched the expression on her face begin to change a little.
“You’re despicable! Just give it back!” She snarled and rushed at me, but I was quick and jumped across the other side of the bed, and she realized that she definitely wasn’t going to be able to snatch the tape back from me.
I spoke first: “Just like that letter, you still have a chance to get this tape back, but you’ll have to do some things like I said.”
“I won’t be blackmailed by you, you’re a big lecher!” She squeezed the words out of her clenched teeth.
I remained calm: “I want you to come over here and undress me, strip me naked.”
“No! Never! Never!” Her voice was surprisingly loud.
That’s when the phone rang, “Go answer it.” I said smugly, not panicking.
She ran back to her room and answered the phone, “Hello, Boring? What’s up? I don’t have time to chat with you.” I picked up the extension in my room and heard him tell Grandma that he was having a good trip, but she interrupted him. Grandpa left his address and phone number, which I wrote down in passing.
Grandma obviously wanted to end the call as quickly as possible, so I opened up, “Grandpa, it’s Ali, I helped Grandma clean out the attic.”
“Ali, put your phone down!” Grandma said sternly on the other end of the extension.
“Let Allie speak.” Grandpa laughed.
“Grandpa, listen to what’s on my tape recorder!”
“That’s enough, Ali!” Grandma tried to sound nice: “Don’t you have something else you want me to do for you?”
“Oh yeah.” My voice on the phone was also sweet: “Bye, Grandpa.”
The plan was going really well. Soon Grandma came back into my room, her gaze was almost capable of killing, but she was able to understand how bad her situation was. I lay down on the edge of the bed by the window: “Come here, help me take off my clothes, all of them, and I’ll give you the tape.”
“That’s what you said.”
“I promise, just like that letter.”
She came over and leaned over the bed and quickly removed my top.
“Take your time, don’t rush, sit on the side and rest.” I said.
Grandma thought for a moment and sat down.
Being in such close proximity to my grandmother turned me on, she smelled good, not of perfume, but of a ripe woman’s body odor. I examined her breasts again, uncovered under her nightgown, and my dick immediately began to fill with blood.
“What else is there to do now?”
“Unzip and unzip my shorts.”
Grandma’s hand came up a little hesitantly and slowly unzipped my zipper with her right hand.
“That’s better, isn’t it.” Grandma was ready to stand up.
“It’s not enough,” I laughed, pulling her back, “to take my shorts off.”
(ii)
Although she had known this would happen, Grandma still felt choked. With a slight shudder, her left hand straddled my hip, and now two of her mittens gently hooked around the sides of my shorts. Gently, my shorts were pushed down to the floor, and I kicked them under the window in the process.
At this point in my life, I was completely near-naked, my only clothing being a pair of thin, white, little panties. And underneath those little panties was a firm, life-giving erection that was obvious to anyone.
Of course, Grandma didn’t dare to look, but before she turned her head away, she had time to glance at my cocky bulge. She stood up: “You’re so nasty, how dare you…”
“Sit down!” I yelled at her before she had time to think of more, “Take the rest off!”
Granny dropped back down onto the bed and she repeated what she had just done, this time causing me to finally put my most powerful and energetic self on full display for her. My dick was immediately impulsively erected by the contact with my restraints, I had never measured its size, but I was able to be certain that it was unquestionably above the average for a regular human being.
As I kicked my underwear aside, Granny couldn’t help but take another swipe at my dick. At this point, I was fully stretched and naked in front of my grandmother, and the intense feeling of arousal made me not only tremble a little, but I knew that this was only the beginning.
I took my grandmother’s right hand and before she could react, I pressed her hand against the throbbing cock.
Poor Grandma, terrified, tried to retract her hand, but my wrist was firmly clutched.
“Listen, you have to use your hands to get it for me.”
“No! You’re so sick, I’m your own grandmother and I’m 65 years old. How can you associate me with thoughts like that?”
I realize that this is the moment of truth, either everything goes well or I lose everything from here on out.
Be decisive!
I pulled the tape recorder out from under my pillow and flipped the switch, and the sound of Grandma’s wretched reading filled the room once again. “Did you forget this?” I reminded her.
Slowly, Granny eased herself closer to my side, her right hand was pressed back down on top of my cock, and I took her hand, letting her fingers wrap around it, and began to apply pressure. God! The excitement and thrill was indescribable – how incredible that my own grandmother’s hand was caressing my private parts!
Still holding her hand, I began to slowly worm my way up and down, “Slowly and softly.” I let go of my hand and was a little surprised that Granny didn’t immediately drop her hand. Granny continued the up and down motion of her hand, but cocked her head away, but despite her dark skin, it was obvious that she was blushing profusely.
“Grandma, hurry up.” She did as she was told.
I looked down and a hand covered with the vicissitudes of age was gripping my most energetic dick, and the obscenity of it turned me on beyond belief. But that wasn’t enough, there was one more thing to do for my sexy kissing grandmother.
“Well done.” I said in an encouraging tone, “Now it’s time to use your mouth, squat down.”
“What?” She exclaimed, getting up and heading for the door, “You’ve gone too far, I don’t care what you do or say to people, I’m done! It’s over! ….”
But I had already anticipated her reaction, and I didn’t get up to chase her or argue with her. I moved to the end of the bed, picked up the phone and started dialing, reading the number out loud as I did so, the same number that Grandpa had left behind in the morning.
“Later Grandpa will hear this tape.” I said staring into Grandma’s eyes and could tell she hesitated. Finally Grandma broke down once again, the only thing holding her body together was the door frame. “No, don’t.” She said softly.
“Then, go on with what you need to do… faster.” By this time I had pressed the last number, and Granny still hadn’t moved.
I pressed the last number and moved the microphone to her ear so she could hear it start to ring. Grandma couldn’t take it anymore and immediately ran back to ring off the phone, I didn’t stop her.
“Don’t, don’t… I’ll do anything.”
I waited patiently for her to sit down on her own and reached over myself to take hold of my still rock hard cock and began to slowly sheath it. Her gaze now rested on my mighty erection like she was looking at a guillotine.
I got up and put my arm around the back of my grandmother’s neck and stroked her hair. Gently, with little force, I guided my grandmother’s head downward. “Please, Ali, don’t do this.” Granny pleaded with me, but I didn’t stop. “Open your mouth.” That was all I could say now, it was too exciting and I had to get my plan going.
Granny’s lips opened, and I pressed her head a little more vigorously, while lifting my hips upward, and finally saw the head of my cock squeezing close to Granny’s mouth, and for a split second it was like soaring to heaven, knowing that I surely wouldn’t last long. I pushed myself a few inches deeper, Granny didn’t lick or suck it like a pornographic heroine in a novel, she just held it in, like a paper cup over my cock, but it felt so good already.
“Faster!” I slapped her hand, signaling Grandma to keep up with me. Overstimulated and feeling a little weak in the knees, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at Granny, whose head was moving forward and backward to moisturize my cock, her little hand going up and down rhythmically.
Ahh! The first time a woman sucked my dick, my own grandmother was sucking my dick!
Days! My orgasm came and burst into Granny’s mouth, a huge amount of white cum shot into her wet mouth, still hot. Granny choked and started coughing on her staff, and as I stood up and pulled my cock out, I started firing a second and third time, shooting all over her face and neck.
I couldn’t help but moan loudly as I ejaculated, my moans drowning out the two soft “clicks, clicks” in the corner.
I pressed her head back down again and shoved my cock back into Granny’s mouth, thrusting and pulling it in and out quickly until I was finally done venting, as if in ecstasy. I lay back down on the bed and watched as Granny quickly grabbed the tape recorder and popped out the tape, she must have thought her price was worth it, I still didn’t move and watched it all.
(to be continued)