1. Impossible Moments


    Date: 5/15/2016, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    granddaughter’s odor, Laura’s odor. I stroke the tender skin of the inside of her thighs, my fingers converging at the darker lips visible under the hair, brushing lightly over them. Her voice comes from above me, a soft ‘ohhhh’ of anticipation. I lift my head to look up at her, see her sparkling eyes watching me with that same intent look that takes over her face when she leans to my breast, takes my nipple in her mouth and examines it gently with her tongue and lips. Such concentration! Such passionate attention! My own cunt has begun to throb, my body going hot and seeming to swell, heightening my skin’s sensitivity. The fingers of my right hand play in her hair, moving lightly over her vulva. With my left, I reach to take her hand. I notice that it is damp, slick and somewhat stronger feeling than I remember it being before. I kiss her fingers, linger in her palm, suck her thumb, and move my tongue around in a slow revolving twirl. ‘Ahhh’ she says this time, lifting her pelvis, offering herself. I let my breast lie against the open lips, feeling their wet warmth on my skin, on my tightening nipple. Laura shudders, says my name, and I lower my face to brush her thigh, moving carefully upward until I am kissing her outer lips. She has begun to move her hips in smooth, subtle circles, each time coming toward me as a gesture of desire, each time drawing away as an invitation to follow her. It’s an invitation I am happy to accept. Slightly spreading her lips with my ...
    fingers, I place my wet mouth between them, greeting her tight bud of a clitoris – slipping my tongue down to probe the opening of her pussy, moving up again to suck. Laura makes a low crooning sound that vibrates through her body and into my mouth. Slipping my arms under her now lifted thighs, I reach up to cup her breasts, tease the hard pink nipples as my mouth answers hungrily each thrusting, seeking movement of her desire. We sit in the deep hot water of the bathtub a half hour later. When I invited her in, she asked, “When is Granddad coming home?” “Not until seven,” I replied. “I think.” “You think!” But she got in the tub with me, lifting her muscular legs over the side and lowering her small ass into the water so that we faced one another. I soap her breasts – full breasts with nipples pointing proudly. Even at fifteen, they are so full, overflowing my hands with their slippery weight. She touches mine and I glance down, not able to stop the comparison from entering my mind. I’ve lost weight, and every time I do, my boobs hang with no hint of the firmness of youth Laura’s possess. Mine are long and heavy, with nipples pointing down. “Your breasts comfort me.” Laura murmurs into my hair as she leans in. “Hmmmmm…” is my only reply, with no small sound of satisfaction. It is only in these stolen afternoons that we are able to be together. I have been married for thirty-three years, off and on, to two different men who fathered two c***dren each. Some women find marriage ...