Grandma Teaches and Teases

You were scarcely back to your seat, glancing around to try and find Sarah. She was now dancing with your best man. They were smiling and laughing as they danced. You noticed that they held each other loosely, avoiding dancing too close to each other. Clearly neither had any interest in making a move on the other.

As you felt a warm hand on your shoulder and felt a pair of incredible breasts cradle your head from behind you knew immediately that the same could not be said of the woman behind you and her interest in you. "And now, you're mine," the sultry whisper came to your ear. The sound of the voice combined with the feel of the breasts made you instantly hard. You could feel the hand guiding you to a standing position and then turn you around. You found yourself staring into the eyes of Sarah's grandmother as she said "to dance with.", as if completing a delayed thought. The eyes were alight with a fire that burned with the passion of a thousand suns. They were the kind of eyes that could see into your soul. The kind of eyes that could strip you naked with a single glance. The kind of eyes that made you want to fall into their depths and never return to the surface.

At the sight of her, you blurted, "Cassandra, you've changed." What hadn't changed was that the elderly woman was far sexier than seemed possible for her age. Her deliberately deceptive statement had made you imagine what it would be like to be hers, completely, not just for a dance. What had changed was her dress between the dinner and the dance.

Instead of the loose, cream colored wrap style dress she'd worn before she was now in a pair of very tight white slacks and an even tighter black top. The slacks flaunted the shape of her hips and legs as they hugged her amazing ass. The top was mesh down the middle displaying every inch of her mind melting cleavage. "That dress was not something I could dance in," she purred as she pulled you close. "It was too loose, I couldn't have my ladies falling out of my dress before your eyes." She then leaned into your ear, her hot breath on your face as she whispered seductively, "Before I want them to." Her body was pressed against yours, and you could feel her heat through the thin material of her slacks.

She pulled you to the dance floor and began to dance with you in a dimly lit area. You could feel every inch of her pressed tightly against you. She was grinding her body against yours and the sensations were incredible. Each time you were close to her she found new ways to prove her claim of incredible seductive talents. Your cock pressed hard against the old woman's body, as if it ached to be as close to her as possible. Her large, firm breasts pressed against your chest, her hips pressed against yours, her legs at times wrapping around you. She moved your hands to her ass, before putting her own hands on yours. She used this position to pull you even closer and you felt yourself helpless in her embrace. You did not want to pull away from her, but you sensed that you couldn't if you tried. You could feel your cock twitch against the sexy 70 year old as you came in your pants.

In response to your orgasm you heard her moan into your ear with arousal and she pulled you even tighter. Her movements against your body became even more erotic and arousing. She had you hard again in moments and you felt eager to spill your seed for this goddess once again. The old woman smelled of roses and vanilla, and her perfume was intoxicating. Her skin was soft and smooth, and her body was warm. You could feel her heartbeat against your own. She was moaning softly, and her hands were gripping you tightly. You were lost in her, and you never wanted to leave.

"Cassandra, I...", you began to moan.

"Quiet, Bill," she purred into your ear. "I just want to dance with my new grandson. You can call me grandma if you like, though I prefer other titles," she continued, her voice dripping with honey and lust. "I am Sarah's Mommy's Mommy. Perhaps you could call me Grand Mommy, or Great Mommy. I think maybe you should call me your Best Mommy." There was that word again, Mommy, over and over again. And each time she said it the word seemed even hotter and sexier. You felt yourself giving in quickly to the idea that she was the best of the Mommy's at the wedding as her tight body pressed against yours caused you to orgasm against her tight stomach once again. She was the best Mommy, there was no doubt about it. You would call her anything she wanted, as long as she kept making you feel you like this.

By the time the dance ended you had cum twice more for your Best Mommy. She stepped away from you, her stomach and crotch wet with your cum. You knew it had soaked completely through your pants. "Well done, Bill. You've proven you want me as much as I want you to want me. Tonight, find me in the room next to yours before you consummate your marriage with my granddaughter and I will teach you how to worship me properly."

She stepped away, leaving you alone on the dance floor. Without her body supporting yours you almost collapsed to the floor. As it was you could only pant and gasp, your eyes glued to her departing ass. The music pounded in your head, a steady beat that seemed to echo in your chest. The lights were too bright, and they hurt your eyes. You were sweating, and your clothes were sticking to your skin. You wanted to go after her, to pull her close and feel her body against yours, but you didn't want to seem ****. So you stood there, alone and aroused, and watched her walk away. You didn't know how much more aroused you could get tonight, but you were about to learn. A pair of slender arms snaked around you from behind before spinning you around and pulling you tight against another sexy woman's body.