A hot summer's day

You awake in the shower. Naked and alone your eyes are stinging like fire. Scratching away at your lids you feel sticky semen coating every part of your face. Squinting and crying your eyes slowly adjust. The glass door and walls of the shower tower over you. You struggle to sit up, the 2nd skin of semi-dried semen being one deterrent the river of semen stuck in your gut another. You look pregnant. You think of calling for Gloria but she must have taken you here for a reason. Since the bathroom was pretty humid already it must be day time . You reach up to the shower controls and get a cold shower going. Using the handheld showerhead the cum slowly wicks away with each pass of the nozzle. The hard massage setting seems to work best. Despite feeling full you can't help but lick up some left over cum around your mouth. The taste of her cock and cum are already putting you in the mood. The cold water seems to keep it in check as you lift your leg and angle to douche your cum chute. As you clear the plug of dried cum your stomach lets out a tremendous gurgle. The baby sized wad of cum starts draining out of you. It's a shocking sensation, Your hole is loose enough for it to drain freely but even squeezing your tummy a bit causes minor gushes along the way.

After a solid 10 minutes you finish up and dry off. Heading back to your room you find your 2nd set of new farm clothes. The flannel shirt a nice blue shade this time. Deciding to finally search for Gloria, newly named mistress and owner of your body and soul. The house is quite hot even with the windows open. In the kitchen you steal a cookie left out, hopefully for you. After two laps of the 2nd and 1st floors you give up and stick your head out the backdoor.

"GRAAAAAAANNNNMAAAAAA"

"OOOHH" a surprised Gloria exclaims only feet from the door. "Dougy be careful I'm not as young as I look!"

"Sorry Grandma, I was looking for you for a while."

She was lounging on a rocking bench just to side of the back door. Her hair unkempt but beautifully swaying in the breeze. She was wearing a longer white knit sun dress. Her shoulders and generous cleavage on full display. Her skin while marked with small moles and blemishes was still smooth and full of dangerous curves. As you glared with a smirk she bats her eyelashes and glances down to the space beside her. She pats bench with her left hand and motions for your come over with a tilt of her head. Hurriedly but not too over zealously you stride over and plant your self right next to her, squeezing your shoulders under her left arm. You feel a reassuring hand grip your left shoulder which quickly moves to you head and nudges you to lay on her soft chest. The humidity is in full **** and it's probably coolest place on the farm right now.

"You smell nice and clean Dougy. was the shower relaxing?"

You could feel her voice vibrating through her heavenly breasts. It could be your favorite sensation to date.

You sigh and say, "It felt good to get clean but it felt better doing what we did last night."

Gloria rubs your hair messing it up playfully, "You were such a good boy last night, dear. I think we'll take it easy today, maybe take a walk in a bit."

You tilt your head up to see her eyes. "I'd like that a lot! Though it's pretty hot already."

"You can say that again, even sitting here I've been sweating more than I'd like."

Glancing back down her skin does have a slight sheen of sweat glistening. A small drop runs down from her neck down down her chest in between her two breasts. Her womanhood must taste amazing right now. Shifting your weight forward you throw your left arm around her tight abs and squeeze hard. She reciprocates and you both seem to stare off into the wheat field enjoying the conjoined solitude. She rocks the bench lightly, it lets some of the cool air rush over your faces. Eventually you're both heating up, her skin is becoming a little sticky and your forehead is adding to the sweat on her chest. With your ear you can hear her strong heart pumping. You let your left hand fall a bit down to her legs. Her heart starts a new faster rhythm. You start caressing her leg with your fingers. Lightly flying over her legs, hips and waist. Her heart in still speeding up. Every few strokes you veer downwards coming closer and closer to her bulge. Her fingers are lightly massaging your scalp as she keeps staring forward. There's suddenly a thought that maybe she just wants to enjoy the hot day but you quickly see how she could enjoy the nice day more. The back of your finger tips dive downward and lighting hover over the large oval shaped bulge between her legs. You hear her heartbeat double as the bulge visually twitches. A small wimper is heard above your head.

"Dougy" she says quietly, "WHat're you doing?"

You let your fingers rest more on her engorged sack caressing them the same way she's caressing your head.

"Just enjoying this time with you Grandma, also fulfilling my promise to be there whenever you want me."

She stops rocking the bench.

"Dougy... I"

It seems dangerous to look upward at her. Maybe you're being too aggressive? Is she getting tired of all this sex?

"Dougy, I want you to get on your knees..."

Your smile surprises you but before you can let yourself enjoy it you scramble to the wooden deck floor. On your knees prostrated before your mistress you ask,

"May I lift your dress Grandma?

"You may"

You reach down with both hands and throw the dress over your head. The white linen is casting a dance of shadows on her meaty, smooth legs. Running your hands up her thighs they shiver in excitement. You move forward and stop, for there in the semi darkness, her immense member is semi swollen. Glistening with summer sweat. Your left hand slides downward cupping her massive orbs. Your right goes to the top base of her shaft. You jerk from the bottom of her shaft to the top. Her skin is slightly sticky. Your hand reaches her tip and a small amount of sweat and pre collects at her tip. Dragging your tongue from the bottom of her glans all the way to the deep recess of her cockhead, the taste of salt and sweet spicy musk washes over your tongue. Granny cooes and shifts a bit. She angles her butt off the edge of the bench and sits up. The bench swings backward a couple inches with a small creak. The smelly swelling shaft punches forward and slaps you lightly on the cheek. Not missing a beat you move your lips to her base to start tongue bathing every inch. sucking her musky essence in to you and lapping lovingly at her generous throat slayer.

You open wide and close your lips around her growing head. Your tongue swirling over it in wide gallops. Pleasant grunts and "Ahs" float down from your mistress. The shaft is growing quickly and urging to to fill its sheath. As it approaches the back of your throat you swallow hard and push your head forwards engulfing it. The waves of blood filling your throatplug make it find every crevice of your neck. The veins and ridges of her cock are now making deep impressions in your throat. If it weren't for the past week of practice you'd be gagging hard but you're now her cumdump. You will forever work on mastering your technique. Letting your tongue dance on the underside of her shaft you pull back twisting your neck only to turn your head the complete other way and spiral down her shaft from the opposite angle. Your throat acting as a reciprocating twisting fleshlight, Gloria grips your head through her dress. Her hips bucking wanting to fuck your throat. You decide to help her further and move your hands to under the bench seat and start pulling the free floating bench towards you. Gloria notices and plants her feet stopping her cock just an inch or two from bottoming out. Her legs are spread wide and she pushes back on the rocking bench while holding you still. Her cock pulls out with a silent rumbling tension on your gullet. As the cockhead retracts to your mouth she swings forward with her legs drilling her cock down until her dense ball sack slaps your chin. You can't help but gurgle along with the squelching noises her cock makes ramming down your throat. She pushes back again and starts repeatedly using the bench as a Chinese basket swing. Your throat a practical orchestra of squelches

As your throat goes numb from the brutal fucking it's receiving you try and massage your mistresses legs and body from beneath her dress. Her moans only slightly get louder but you're here for her. It's your throat that receives her sludge no one elses.

"Dougy you've been so good, I want to make sure you look presentable on our walk. Make sure nothing spills ok?"

You let out a loving grunt as you feel her cock becoming steel in your throat. Your hands quickly shifting to her massive cum factories rubbing each orb with your hands. Her balls are red hot as she's sliding her shaft in and out of you. The bench is creaking violently as if her bucking was trying to take off into the air. Gloria's grunts suddenly shift in to haggard moans. Her cock starts flexing uncontrollably as is it dives in and out of you. You quickly realize she's not stopping her **** as she's cumming. Your throat instantly fills with girl spunk. Her drilling motion pushing it down as soon as it erupts. Working your neck muscles in over drive you are mostly keeping up with with the cum explosion happening in your chest. The wave reaches your mouth and you make professional grade o-ring around the constantly plunging shaft. None of this sweet nectar is going to be wasted. It belongs in you and that's where it will stay for now. After minutes of staccato thrusts and groans Gloria's cock starts withdrawing out of you. As it goes dormant you lap up all excess cum, spit and sweat. Swallowing down every drop to make sure you and her have a wonderful time today.

You slowly pull your way out from underneath her dress. Looking up at the goddess of a granny you have. She smiles at you and notices a few bits of left over cum. She thinks briefly about telling you but decides having a a bit of her self marking you will turn her on.

"Well Dougy since you just had a meal let's walk it off, shall we?"