My Horny 83 Year Old Granny

When I was a more youthful man at 32 years of age I lost my wife of 5 years to cancer – it was an overwhelming event for me as she was in the prime of her life. That same year Edith spouse past away. She was 83 at the time. Our homes were over the road from each other. She’s gone now however I recall that well. I appreciated her conversations as she did mine. We generally discovered things to discuss and when my wife and her spouse passed our relationship kept the wolves of dejection under control and lit up the drawing of death that would spell the end to her dwindling years. Also, as it turned out, after her spouse passed she demonstrated that she had an energetic enthusiasm for and happiness regarding exploring sex.

Edith was still fit as a fiddle for her age however her years keenly showed on her face and features. She kept her dyed hair purple rinse and kept up with week trips to the hairdresser. Be that as it may, her face, once attractive, was packed with lines just as it had been folded like a bit of paper and after that smoothed out yet the wrinkles still were there to see. Her butt had lost all around of the firm roundness of prior years and become flat. Obviously she had put on some weight throughout the years and having conceived five kids so she had a motherly tummy; her brain was still quick witted and also an enticing hill of warm delicate substance. It dominated her pubic bump and aged vulva, mischievous parts that ended up being delightfully satisfying once I had them; having worked through Edith’s introductory nerves and hesitation about engaging in sexual relations with a more youthful man.

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I could tell despite everything she had every one of her resources and was still quick of wit. You may think she had turned into someone somewhat confused; goodness, at her age to see how we came to appreciate and delight one another sexually after the loss of our life partners. Luckily she had the constitution of a bull. Her vagina naturally had diminished and turned out to be less lubricated than when she was more youthful however there are lubricants and devices that can help this. In any case, she demonstrated to me that a lady in her eighties could climax; climaxes of squirming, pushing force that left her sweat-soaked and satisfied.

The key to Edith’s staggering and fiercest climaxes lay in her continually enticing and acutely touchy curiously large areolas; areolas that embellished radiant huge motherly bosoms.  Regardless of the wear and tear of her beautiful age, Edith had three physical characteristics her dazzling and petite feet, her abundant and choice bosoms with such protruding and massive areolas and her intriguing vulva and clitoris. As our relationship developed I observed that she wanted to have these body parts stroked, caressed, rubbed, kissed, licked and sucked. I joyfully did every one of them to her.

We had lived over the road from each other for as long as 7 years when passing made us both single after our marriages. Edith and Grant, her late spouse, were neighbors who got to be companions. As time passed I would see Edith getting a charge out of the day sitting on her entryway patio. She never wore dresses; dependably a couple of slacks and a pullover or sweater. She dressed her age. Since there was nothing to flame the creative energy to be seen underneath the waist, what with baggy slacks, yet after some time, as we went to occasionally I got to be cognizant that she was liberally enriched.

One day when we were visiting talking about nothing worth saying and my look dropped to her tits. I willed myself to gaze upward and come back to eye contact. Edna clearly got to be mindful that I couldn’t help myself from gazing at her huge bosoms. I say clearly in light of the fact that she responded; not in any obvious or vocal way. She kept on talking. Be that as it may, her areolas started to get harder and developed until two surprisingly protruding nipples demonstrated in her sweater. A slight grin went to her lips. Our dialog proceeded for a couple of more minutes. At a certain point she moved her hand to her breasts resting her fingers daintily on her sweater. For a minute I thought she was going to succumb to a desire to stroke one of those turgid areolas. Be that as it may, she simply let her fingers down a touch then took away her hand.

After that day I saw Edith as a lady with a clear sexual need and didn’t really see her as only a wonderful old woman who lived over the road, but now as a sexually alive older woman. Time passed. Edith and I built up a pantomime with each other. One of us would start an off at the post box meeting or a neighborly take a seat visit. At that point we would work our way through another session of not at all subtle suggestive teasing. I touched her tits with my warm look and her body perpetually reacted; creating those two amazing and extremely erect areolas; they strained against a generous bra and external article of clothing to a degree that they were unmistakably clear in spite of the keeping layers of fabric. We would grin at each other; in some cases upgrading our feelings of excitement with some kind of insinuation or mellow pun.  Edith and I became comfortable with each other, going to on her entryway patio when it was not very hot and moist; our sessions becoming more incessant as time passed. At the point when one of us happened to be out the other would discover some motivation to go outside. There was no convention; no ringing and making a date or eating together. Continuously out of sight was this commonly lovely exotic nature; not a buzz of energy but rather a delicate murmur of titillation. We talked such a great amount in our seated sessions that we secured an expansive array of themes adapting much about one another’s lives and considerations; until one day she opened the way to a striking new level of closeness between us leading to my first granny sex.

Dame Edna Purple Hair
Dame Edna Elderly Lady


We sat together as we so regularly did. “Blake you help me to remember an old saying,” she commented with a little grin.

“What old saying is that?”

“Men quit considering “it,” around 15 minutes after the last scoop of earth is hurled onto their graves.”

I knew “it” was sex yet I said, “What “it” is that?”

She said, with giggling in her voice, “Goodness, you know well what “it” I’m discussing; “It” is sex. You unquestionably consider sex.” Some shading rose in her cheeks and I could see a flush ascending in her neck. More apparent of her strained energy was the erection of her two areolas that now awakened and lengthened. In spite of the considerable bra she wore to shroud her sufficient bosoms, before my avid eyes her surging areolas created those mouthwatering distensions yet again; yes concealed and limited by her pieces of clothing, external and inside, yet all things considered discernibly uncovering Edith ‘s desire.

I didn’t dither to seek after the way down which she seemed to call. “What makes you think I am distracted with sex?”

“Presently Blake,” Edith said, “I know, have known for quite a long time that men like my bosoms and they are continually petting them with their eyes. You do it as well. Tut, yes you do. When we are talking you can’t keep your eyes all over. You’re continually looking down at my enormous bosoms.”

I said, “I’m happy you brought this out Edith. It couldn’t have been very easy to do. I concede I now appreciate looking at your tits…um, your bosoms and the coy insinuation we’ve enjoyed. I’ve picked up on in number impression that you’ve been satisfied with my gazing; that you’ve not been outraged.”

“You’ve delighted in viewing my areolas get to be erect like they are presently, haven’t you?” She brought her hands up and rested her fingers softly on the highest point of every enticing hill.

“Goodness, yes. All that much,” I replied. Warmth spread in my crotch and my penis drew to attention. With trouble I stayed my hand from venturing into my groin to squeeze my dick. I trusted the shining vision I thought I could see ahead would be a desert spring in the desert of my sexual coexistence with this horny granny.

Edith unmistakably had taken a choice and she rushed on now; apparently on edge to move beyond her opening gambit; or some stifled internal voice control her from proceeding with and keep her tossing completely open the passageway to the way down which she now welcomed me.

“Grant adored my bosoms, “titties,” he called them,” she went on. “What’s more, I wanted to have him suck on my areolas. Goodness, I could really have climaxes by the things Grant managed without notwithstanding putting his penis in me.”

This express sex talk empowered and stimulated me enormously. She quickly stroked her areola sonce more and grinned at me with a blend of innocent shyness and wickedness in her warm look. I really wanted to put my hand around the pole of my now throbbing penis.

My throat was abruptly dry and choked however I figured out how to croak out, “I’d like to find out about that.”

Edith held up. “Blake we should go inside and get a beverage. I’ve made some lemonade and you seem as if your throat is dry.”

“Certainly, affirm,” I said my brain blurred by the desire assembling in me. I tailed her inside, edgy for this improvement to keep on developing; on edge that I may say or do something that would blast the rise of sensual dream in which Edna now reveled. Would this lead to caressing those intriguing hills? Would I finally understand my dreams of touching substance on tissue?

Edith poured us every a glass of lemonade over ice. I thankfully swallowed a large portion of mine down. We went to the sunroom. Edith sat on the couch and I pulled the ottoman over and sat before her.

“Where was I, Blake?” She grinned wickedly.

“You cherished it when Grant had intercourse to your bosoms; when he sucked your areolas,” I provoked.

“All things considered, he touched them, obviously. He ran his palms over my areolas.” She illustrated. I allegorically bit my knuckle and gestured my approbation. “He pulled on my areolas and turned them; not hard, sufficiently only to send yummy sensations zooming to my, well you know where. He utilized his tongue to lick and flick my areolas. That felt so great. When he licked them and after that sucked me… goodness that was so invigorating. Dear me, am I making you uncomfortable; so neglectful of me?”


Dame Edne Cup of Tea
Dame Edne Old Woman


“No, no, Edith, not under any condition. It would be ideal if you proceed with,” I said restlessly. “This is, exceptionally animating’.

“You do miss Grant don’t you?” I gulped hard and croaked out my sharp understanding.

“I do, yes.”

“What’s more, you miss the delight Grant gave you?”

“Yes, I miss that as well, all that much.”

Taking a full breath, I dove on. “I can’t be Grant however in the event that you need me to, I could…, really I’d truly like to feel of your bosoms, you know, play with them for a bit?” I felt beyond any doubt that was precisely what she needed to listen.

“Goodness, I wouldn’t have any desire to force my wife woman longings on you Blake,” Edith said, then immediately included, “Yet in the event that you wouldn’t fret and you need to, well then alright. Be that as it may, on the off chance that I need you to stop you should.”

I effectively concurred. I didn’t push my favorable luck and did not request that her remove her pullover and bra. In the event that she needed to do as such fine; if not I trusted that would occur suddenly.

I put the stool under Edith’s short legs and made her agreeable. I lifted her feet and kissed the highest point of every one as I put them on the stool.

Edith moaned. “I’ve generally gotten a kick out of the chance to have my feet petted and kissed like that too.”

“We’ll return to your lovely feet,” I said.

At that point I remained behind the couch and touched Edith’s shoulders evoking mollified moans. Gradually I moved my hands down so that my fingertips laid delicately on simply the upper edge of her bra clad bosoms.

I rubbed Edith’s elderly great bosoms I felt my cock throbbing and put the hard and erect penis on her leg and started to dry protuberance it. Edith murmured happily as I rubbed through both shirt and bra glasses and dry bumped her. In any case, her tough bra forcefully weakened the material delight to be had by stripped touch.

I hung over the couch and said; my mouth near to her ear, “Do you like this?”

“Gracious, all that much,” she answered. One arm came to up and she stroked my cheek. “Put your hands inside my bra in the event that you need.”

That I was so pleased to hear that welcome.

“Why not give me a chance to unfasten it for you? It will be simpler to get my hands on them.”

She inclined forward and unfastened her shirt. I clustered the tail off the beaten path and uncovered her back. I kissed her exposed drooping fragile living creature and noticed her fragrance that had a mothball smell most likely from her dress. My hands trembled as I fixed the bra snares. At that point I slipped my hands yet again down her midsection however this time sliding them under the cups and felt those tremendous yet hanging bosoms.

The inclination was intense to the point that I started to come in my jeans whilst dry bumping her. She saw this and said, “That simply won’t do Blake. It is presently time to satisfy me some more’.  She said, ‘Now Blake I need you to satisfy me – goodness it has been such a long time. Relax and continue to massage my bossoms. There will be plenty of time for you to cum afterwards.’ I straightened up my pants and began to massage those large breasts. “Gracious, Blake my new sweetheart,” Edith said delicately, “your hands are unreal. Do you like the way my bosoms feel now that you have your hands on them finally? I’m so old and they sag but you seem to really like it.”

I was bewildered that she ought to think I would be other than excited stunned to have her rich granny tits in my grasp.

“Edith the main thing I can think about that would be more radiant than stroking your excellent bosoms would be letting me kiss and suck on them as well.”

She said, “I hoped you would say that and I would adore that. Come around to the front now and take my nipples in your mouth.”


Dame Edna Old Lady
Dame Edna Mature Woman


I took an erect nipple in my mouth and it must have been 3cm long. I sucked on it for a considerable length of time, then kissing it and licking it. Initially those long teats were rock hard but as I sucked them more and more they began to relax and soften. Edith began to shiver and I became concerned that my 83 year old lover was having some distress but then I heard her murmur and say, ‘Yes Suck my teats, lick my aereolas’.

I continued doing that. The areola I was now sucking, licking and snacking, I petted, tenderly squeezing, pulling and rubbing it.

Edith’s breathing became animated; she murmured, she moaned, she growled andher hands went to my head and squeezed my face into those soft pillowy delicate substance.  They smelt like lavender. After ten minutes I began to massage those droopy breasts, needing them and then sucking on the nipples once more. Edith started to rub her crotch on my leg and pant like an animal. Her moans became more incessant and I could feel warmth emanating from her old cunt.

In any event 30 minutes went as I drooled surprised taking in an areola as well as a liberal aiding of that delicate encompassing substance that I now sucked hard. I worked her bosoms and areolas, avidly moving forward and backward from one to the next. Edna started bumping her thighs as the sensations empowered an obviously direct circuit from areolas to cunt.

“Ahhh, as thaaat, ohhhh yes, ooooh do that, suck me, suck me Blake. Ooooohhh, suck me hard. I am,ol ugh… I’m ahhh. Gracious, goodness, Eeeeeee.”

She grasped my face wildly to her bosom and strained her hips upwards, as if piercing herself on an ghost cock, and then unconstrained an orgasm shook through her. She shouted out. She flailed uncontrollably. At that point she came. I saw a developing wet stain spread in the groin of her slacks. I pulled back and saw that her eyes had moved up and, while open, they were unfocused as the stain became larger and I realized that she had lost control of her bladder and was peeing herself.

It terrified the crap out of me. It flashed through my sexual psychology that I had fucked up the old lady. I shouted out “Edith! Edith! Edith, wake up!”  Through my mind I was wondering how I was going to explain it if I had to call an ambulance and what trouble I could be in trying to explain this away. I watch her chest to make sure she was breathing and I then saw that it was still rising and falling erratically though. Moments passed that felt like hours and finally her breathing stabilized and her eyes began to open. As they opened a smile began to appear on Edith’s face.

She looked at her tits, wet with my salivation; then saw her wet slacks and said, ‘Lordy, what have I done. You have made me cum so hard I have wet myself. Sometimes I do suffer from incontinence, this is rather embarrassing. Let me go inside so I can change my clothes.’

I followed here inside and watched as she entered her bedroom. She took off her clothing and I saw in the mirror that her large knickers were now see through. I could see her pubic hair showing through and a massive camel toe. Her vagina lips seemed longer as her nipples had been and I estimated her flaps hung by a good 5cm. The sight of this turned me so on I just wanted to devour that wrinkly wet flesh and suck her cunt however my head told me to wait and not push the situation. From the other room I saw her change into her terry toweling rob.

I helped her tidy up her wet clothes and she said, ‘Blake you have exhausted me. I need to lie down and rest for a while. Can we continue our sexcapades a little later on?’ I said sure and I tucked Edith into her bed.

“Thank you Blake and good night,” Edith said. “I am so amazed with myself. Good lord what a grand climax you gave me. In any case, it simply has exhausted me that I can scarcely keep my eyes open. Come over tomorrow. When I am refreshed and I will suck your penis. Would you like that?”

Before I could answer the old lady was sleeping. In any case, I pondered internally that yes, yes in reality I would without a doubt be over to see Edna tomorrow for her to suck my cock.Save

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