Step Aside, All You Mere MILFs, and Make Way for a Grand-MILF

Recently I attended the high school graduation of my oldest grandson, Cary, but my husband opted to go on a planned fishing trip with friends. That really irritated me. Not only was it inconsiderate to Cary, but it meant I had to do the five-hour drive solo. At least I would get to relax and spend the weekend with some of my family.

I arrived in time for the ceremony on Friday and was proud to see Cary receive his diploma. After a celebratory dinner, my daughter asked if I wouldn’t mind helping with the party the next day, which promised to be a mega event. So much for my relaxing weekend! I retired early and as soon as I got up was put to work—decorating, picking up supplies, whatever else needed doing. It was close, but it was all ready by the time guests started to arrive.

My daughter and son-in-law held nothing back, allowing Cary to invite dozens of friends. Two in particular, Norman and Bryce, made a favorable impression when they observed that I looked more like Cary’s aunt than his grandmother! I know they were just being polite, but that’s still flattering to a woman in her fifties.

I ended up helping host the party, and was I ever needed, since my daughter not only allowed alcohol to be served in generous quantities (all of the guests were at least eighteen) but ended up drinking a good bit herself. I was more than a bit frantic. Luckily, Norman and Bryce helped out, staying at my side constantly. I tried to send them off to enjoy the party, but they wouldn’t hear of it. They were lifesavers, and as time passed, I truly enjoyed their company.

By the second hour the party was getting a bit wild. I ended up making a run to the basement for more drinks, with my two helpers following. As I opened the refrigerator and bent over, I felt a hand squeeze my bottom. In shock, I turned and asked the groper—it was Bryce—what he thought he was doing. He said I was so sexy he couldn’t resist the grab. Norman backed him up, saying that this thought, and a host of others, had crossed his mind as well. I could guess what those other thoughts were!

I couldn’t believe what they were saying and burbled something about them being crazy since I was clearly old enough to be their grandmother. But they insisted there was nothing crazy about wanting a sexy woman no matter her age. Bryce’s hand went back to my bottom and began fondling me. I knew I should tell him to stop. But I didn’t. It wasn’t like my husband paid me that sort of attention anymore, to say nothing of how pissed off I was at him. And these boys were damn good-looking. Plus Bryce’s stroking was making me feel very good.

Since I wasn’t protesting, Norman began fondling my breasts through my dress. Then he said that, if I liked, “The three of us could have a real good time.” Enough of my higher functions were still working for me to point out it was impossible, thanks to the party. Bryce said we could go back upstairs with the drinks, then return to the basement, and anyone seeing us would think we were making a second drink run. Instead, we would slip out the side door, get in his car, and drive somewhere nearby for privacy. The party was so big, no one would miss us for a while.

I was still trying to figure out how to say no when Norman kissed me. As he did, Bryce’s hand went from my bottom to reaching under my dress and rubbing my pussy through my panties—and any chance of resistance was gone!

Taking my moans for approval of the plan, the boys grabbed the drinks and I followed them upstairs, not believing what was happening. I’d not only been propositioned by two eighteen-year-olds but effectively accepted their proposal! I was still in a daze as we went back downstairs and out through the side door, then around the house to the street and Bryce’s car. Luckily, it wasn’t boxed in.

Bryce went for the driver’s seat while Norman escorted me into the backseat. In an instant he had the top of my dress and my bra pulled down and was sucking hard on my nipples. That shook me out of my stupor and let me know what I was in for—and it felt good! We drove only a short distance before pulling into the driveway of a darkened house. Bryce said he knew it was empty since the occupants were at the party! Which was ironic, he said, “since we’re having a party of our own!”

While Norman sucked on my tits, Bryce reached back and went under my dress to play with my pussy again. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so hot and bothered. After thirty years of marriage I’m lucky if my husband fucks me once a week, and even that’s more out of habit than desire. My two stud muffins couldn’t keep their hands off me. I was feeding off their lust.

Bryce stopped fingering me when Norman stopped sucking my tits and pulled the gusset of my panties aside and then positioned me on his lap. He had brought out his nice-size cock, and I was eager to sit down on it. The boys had gotten me nice and wet, and in no time I was bouncing up and down on Norman, feeling his shaft move inside me. I was on the verge of climax when he held me in position on his lap and began grunting, then exploded in my pussy.

While it felt good, I was disappointed at being so close and not going over the edge. But I was barely off Norman’s lap when Bryce was in the back repositioning me on my back. I spread my legs, and he speared into me and began pounding away. Frustration turned to delight when he rocked my world with a wild climax.

While he pounded away, I mused that the first time I ever got fucked was in a backseat when I was in high school—the night of my eighteenth birthday! Now here I was thirty-plus years later, getting fucked by two boys who just graduated from high school!

I was so wired that when Bryce popped, I had a second climax! I couldn’t recall the last time I came twice so close together. Hell, I didn’t even remember the last time I came twice in one night!

Norman wanted another go, but I regained enough of my senses to realize we’d been gone awhile and would be missed. Reluctantly, Bryce returned to the driver’s seat.

While he started the car, Norman wagged his revived cock at me and asked if I would blow him. There’s little I enjoy more than wrapping my lips around a hard cock, so I leaned over and sucked him down in one gulp. We didn’t have a lot of time before we got back to the party, so I went to town, using every trick I knew.

We were just pulling in the drive when Norman popped. I sucked down his tasty treat. While I straightened up, he said that was the best blowjob he’d ever had and he’d had quite a few—he had no idea they could be so good! I just smiled. It was nice to know that in all my years I had learned a thing or two and that my experience was appreciated.

I was really nervous as the three of us sneaked back in the side door and upstairs. But not a soul seemed to notice! When I ran into my inebriated daughter, all she said was that we needed more drinks—so much for being missed! I was sorry now that we hadn’t taken a bit longer to have more fun. That was definitely the best fuck I’d had in years. Just thinking about it kept me horny the rest of the party.

Things finally started to wind down an hour later. As the guests trickled out, I saw Bryce, Norman, and a couple of the other guys continuing to drink with the guest of honor.

When things were pretty much over, Cary asked his mom if the guys could stay over, since it was late and they were pretty tired. She said fine; they could sleep in the basement—as long as they helped clean up the next day. I can’t say I was surprised when the boys agreed. I had a good idea why at least two of them wanted to spend the night!

After helping the boys get situated, I told them I was going up to the guest bedroom. From the sly looks on Norman’s and Bryce’s faces, I knew that they knew what I was implying.

In the bedroom, I put on my plain nightgown, hardly the item of lingerie I would have brought had I known seduction might be on the menu! I waited anxiously in the dark for nearly an hour before the door opened quietly. Bryce was there, but no Norman. I thought maybe they wanted to take turns with me, but he gestured for me to follow him. I didn’t know what he was up to—other than I was going to get a good fucking, which was all that really mattered.

We went as quietly as we could through the house and continued down to the basement. There Norman was waiting, as well as two other guys, James and Ronnie. Bryce explained that he and Norman had been bragging about what a great lay I was and James and Ronnie had expressed doubts, so he had brought me down to prove to them that I was everything they said. As he said this, he slid my nightgown off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet, leaving me totally nude.

James whistled and said I didn’t have the body of any grandma he knew! Ronnie said that while my daughter was the hottest MILF in the neighborhood, I was the hottest grand-MILF he’d ever seen. Those compliments eradicated any doubts I might have had about what was about to happen. Plus, I figured if fucking two guys was twice the fun, four guys would be twice that.

Bryce whipped out his cock and said that Norman had been going on endlessly about the fantastic blowjob I’d given him, which he hadn’t had the opportunity to experience. I was on my knees in a second, sucking his meat down. In moments I had two more cocks wagging my way. Evidently James and Ronnie wanted to sample my talents, too.

Being surrounded by all these studs had an effect on me like nothing had before. I had never wanted cock so badly. Since we weren’t in a hurry, I took my time showing off my sucking skills. I went back and forth among the trio, getting one on the verge of exploding before switching to another. When I got that one trembling, I went to the third guy. Then I started over. I had them all groaning at my mercy.

Eventually Bryce begged me to finish him off. I decided I’d kept him on the edge long enough and sucked him hard, and the next thing I knew I was swallowing his load, savoring every drop. I did the same to James and then Ronnie. They all confirmed that I was by far the best cocksucker they knew.

When I finished up, I saw Norman naked and raring to go. He got me on my back on the floor, and then got on top of me. I was so wet that he sank to the hilt in one thrust. He said that now that he had room to work, he was going to give me “a real fucking.” I wrapped my legs around his hips as he thrust in me with increasing force, and soon I was getting the fucking of my life. Since Norman had already gotten off twice earlier, he had lots of stamina and made me come again and again—climaxes so strong, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

Finally Norman loosed his load in my pussy, making me come once more. As he removed himself, Bryce had me get on my hands and knees, which I did eagerly. While he mounted me from behind, he said that since it was obvious I liked being ridden hard, he was going to do just that. And did he ever! I don’t think I’d ever been taken so powerfully.

This time I couldn’t help making a good bit of noise. Norman helped silence me by sticking his cock in my mouth. It was quite the muffler as I sucked on him, tasting both of our juices on his manhood. The only times I paused were when I came, which was actually pretty frequently. Getting it at both ends was like nothing I had ever experienced, and was I ever sorry I hadn’t!

Once Bryce popped, he switched places with Norman, and James mounted me from behind, giving my ass a few swats, which turned me on more. Hell, everything those boys did turned me on! This time around I removed the cock from my mouth long enough to offer words of encouragement before returning to my blowjob. Once James had his go, Ronnie had his, saying it was the best party ever.

I was fucked over and over in every position the boys could think of, and let me tell you, eighteen-year-olds can get it up more times than you can imagine, especially with the help of a good blowjob. We went at it well into the early morning, until they were finally tapped out, and I wasn’t any better. I staggered to my bedroom, where I collapsed into bed and fell into the most contented sleep I could recall.

Luckily, everybody slept in, so I had recovered in time to help with the cleanup, as had the boys. I was impressed by how cool they played it; though every now and then one would corner me and fondle me a bit before we went back to work.

Once the cleanup was finished, the guys reluctantly headed home. Sadly, I had to drive home, too. Since then I’ve received invitations from the boys to attend their birthday parties. If I make it down for one, I can give them all their gifts in one trip.

—Name and address withheld