Grandma’s Hot Tub

My grandfather died when I was about fifteen, and my grandmother never remarried. I had always wondered why, and sometimes I wondered if she dated. She would come over, and I used to wonder what she looked like naked, if her body was still in good enough shape for a man to be interested. She wasn’t bad looking at all. She had dark, jet-black hair, and I figured the color came from a bottle. Hell, I didn’t care. A person of 49 has to do what they have to do in order to look good, I figured.

She had good-sized tits, and I didn’t see too many wrinkles. She took good care of herself, and she looked just fine to me. Just the thought of her having sex began to excite me. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. I suddenly realized one day, as she was sitting across the table from me just chatting away, that I had the hots for my grandmother. I actually went from the thought of wondering what she did for sex to the point of wanting to have sex with her. I really didn’t know when the thought changed.

It actually shocked me, to think that I was sitting there, getting a hard on from looking at her tits straining against her blouse. I hadn’t realized until just then how much a part of my sexual fantasies had lately been devoted to her, to thinking about what it would be like to suck on her tits and have her fondle my hard cock. I sat there, red-faced, hardly listening to her conversation as I stared at her tits.

She interrupted my thoughts by an announcement that she had bought one of those new, above-the-ground spas for her house. It would be installed in her back yard, close to her patio, she said, and it would have a bar, and a gazebo on top, made of red wood latticework. The way she made it sound, it seemed like a paradise. She was going to plant bamboo around the perimeter and all that. “I’d be more than glad to help you with it,” I heard myself say. I didn’t know why I said it, or what, exactly, the work was going to entail.

Her eyes widened. I had never volunteered to do any sort of labor, ever. You know, I was a major couch-potato type of guy.

She looked at me and beamed at me with one of those smiles of hers. “Great,” she said, “next Saturday, I think we should put the plants in then.”

The next Saturday, I arrived at her house and took a good look at her new spa. It was already running, and the water was nice and warm, but there were no bubbles. She had turned it on low, the way she liked it. It would heat faster on low, and then later, when the water got really hot, she would put it on ‘high’ and turn on the bubbles.

There were about fifteen large pots of bamboo and all kinds of other tropical plants, just waiting for someone with a green thumb and some energy to start working. That was me, I thought. I had a big mouth. I could have just shut up about it, and one of my cousins would have been over here, helping her with it. But, as far as I knew, no one in the family other than me had the hots for my Grandmother. I wondered, absently, what she would do if she knew that I wanted to fuck, suck, and fondle her. I got red-faced, just thinking about it.

I worked my ass off for about three hours, and dripping with sweat, I had dug the last hole and planted some type of enormous, broad-leafed thing that looked more like a tree than a tropical plant. Tarzan could have hidden in the thing, and no one would have been any the wiser. The damned thing must have weighed about eighty pounds.

Grandma stood there and surveyed our handiwork. It was gorgeous, with the plants hiding the spa from just about any angle. There was a small concrete and rock pathway that wound around some of the plants. It truly was a paradise, right there in her back yard.

“I’m so please, I don’t know how to thank you,” she said. “You need a shower and some lunch, and a nice cold drink to go with it,” she said.

I went into the house with her and took a shower, wrapping a towel around me when I was done. I was surprised to find, when I walked into the kitchen, that Grandma was in a bathing suit.

“I’m ready for a quiet, relaxing time in the spa,” she said with a smile. “You will, of course, help celebrate it by getting in with me, that is, as soon as you’ve had a sandwich and a soda, OK?”

I nodded, taken aback by how Grandma looked in the skimpy bathing suit. Her tits were, indeed big and round, and her legs were smooth and muscular. I could feel my dick jerk up and begin to grow, just underneath the towel wrapped around me.

“I’ll get you a robe,” said Grandma, “but for now, just sit and have a chicken sandwich.”

I started eating, sometimes pressing down on my hard cock, trying to find a comfortable position in which to sit. It wouldn’t go away — the more attention I paid to it, the harder it seemed to get.

“Here you go, Martin,” I heard Grandma say. I turned, and she stood there with a short terry cloth robe in her hand. She looked at me, and then down at my crotch just briefly. There was the hint of a smile on her face.

I took the robe and put it on the chair beside me as Grandma sat across from me. Her sitting there didn’t help the hard on go away at all. It just made it worse. It wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t help it that I was aroused, in fact I wished then that I wasn’t.

“OK, let’s go christen the spa,” she said with a smile.

“I don’t have any trunks,” I said.

“Well, there’s some undies,” she said. “Or, you can go as you are. I’ll turn my head, and the bubbles will hide you, anyway.

I swallowed. The thought of being naked with Grandma in the spa really thrilled me. I didn’t know how to act. I would probably cum in her water, just from sitting close to her like that.

We went out to the spa, with me carrying the robe and wearing the towel wrapped around me. The material rubbed against my hard dick head with every step, and I thought I would cum before I ever got to the spa.

Grandma was the first to get in, and she flipped the switch, putting the jets on a higher flow and making bubbles shoot up. Then she looked at me. “I’ll turn my head, and you jump in,” she said.

Sure enough, she turned her head, and I got in the spa. The water was warm, and it was extremely comfortable and relaxing after having worked so hard to get all the plants in the ground.

“A glass of wine,” she said, “we need a damned glass of wine.” As she got out of the spa, her leg came into contact with mine, and she tripped slightly and reached down to hold herself up. Her hand went right into the water, pressing against my hard, aching dick!

She pulled her hand away and looked into my eyes. She didn’t say a word, just stepped over the edge and let me look at her sexy ass. With her legs parted, I could see, up-close, hairs poking out of the crotch of her bikini bottom. My cock jumped.

She brought back a chilled bottle from the little bar beside the gazebo, and with shaking hands, poured us both a glass of chilled Burgundy. It was delicious, and I felt a warm glow as the wine settled in my stomach. I looked over at Grandma.

“It must be nice to sit in here naked,” she said.

“It is,” I said with a smile. “You ought to try it.”

She didn’t answer; she just reached behind her and removed her top, her big, round breasts nearly floating in the water. Her brown-red nipples were erect, poking out nearly half an inch. Little mounds themselves, they looked like quite a mouthful to me. I could feel my cock harden painfully.

I was going to cum soon. My balls ached, my dick hurt. I’d had a hard on now for probably half an hour, and there was no way to release it. I seriously thought about getting out and going to the bathroom to jack off.

Grandma lifted herself up and removed her bikini bottoms, giving me a great view of her tits as they left the water. She came up with her bottoms and put them aside.

“Oh, yes, this does feel much better,” she said. “It feels sexy, somehow.”

I bet it does, I thought. If she only knew. I stared openly at her tits. Just a few inches away, all I had to do was reach out and touch them. I sipped at my wine, my eyes never leaving her tits.

“You must really think I have nice tits, or you’ve never seen any,” she said with a smile.

I reddened. “You have great tits, Grandma,” I said weakly.

She smiled. “Why, thank you,” she said. “You have a nice body, too.”

I took that to mean that she had liked touching my hard cock. I raised myself out of the water and sat on the edge, letting my hard cock jump up and throb against my belly. “Here’s what those tits do to me, Grandma,” I said.

She didn’t say a word. She looked at my cock and licked her lips. Keeping her eyes on my cock, she reached for her wine glass, took a sip, and then moved over closer to me. She put the glass down on the decking and reached out and touched my cock. I nearly came, the pleasure of her touch was excruciating.

She ran her finger down the hard shaft to my balls. “Such big balls,” she said. She cupped them in her hand, massaging them. She moved her hand back up to my cock, grabbing it at the base and stroking upward.

I moaned as my body tensed, and I shot my load, all the pent-up tension causing me to cum right away. I shot a big load, and it shot all the way across the spa to the other side of the decking.

“Damn!” Grandma said, “What a load of cum!” She stroked me harder and faster, and I finished shooting, the last few drops falling on her hand.

She pulled herself up beside me and I reached over and touched her nipples. They were giant nipples, hard to the touch. I ran one hand down her tummy to her cunt. She had a forest of dark black pubic hair.

I leaned mover to her tits, my mouth wide open. I flicked out my tongue and touched the tip of it to one of her nipples. I closed my lips around the nipple, running my tongue around and around on it. I sucked it into my mouth, moans of pleasure escaping her lips as I sucked.

“Oh, Martin, that feels so good, it’s been such a long time,” she moaned. Her hand went back to my cock, and she grabbed it at the base again, stroking it slowly and firmly as I sucked first one of her big, brown nipples, and then the other.

I moved my mouth down slowly, all the way to her tummy, and inserted it into her navel. Pushing her back to the decking of the gazebo, I reached down and spread her legs. She lifted her legs, bending them at the knees. I ran my face down to her crotch, flicking out with my tongue at her cunt. Leaning far forward, I inserted my tongue into her mist pussy, tasting the tangy juices flowing out of her pussy. Her pussy was very hairy, and the sight of so much hair was a real turn-on.

She began to writhe and moan — her legs clamped together, trapping my head between her thighs. With a loud groan, she came, her body jerking and her muscles tightening.

I pulled away, and we sat there and stared at one another. She slowly eased herself into the water in front of me and spread my legs, her face in my crotch. She leaned forward and tongued my balls, sucking one of them into her mouth, and then the other. She ran her tongue over my balls for a full five minutes as her fingers worked on her pussy under the water.

Then, she moved her mouth to my cock, and she ran her tongue up the length of the shaft. Opening her mouth wide, she swallowed my cock all the way to the back of her throat, gagging on the head of it. The sensation thrilled me, and I nearly came again as she sucked on it really hard.

She sucked me gently for another few minutes, licking and probing, and then pulled away.

She moved to the other side of the spa and raised her ass out of the water, facing away from me. I could see her wet cunt hairs hanging between her legs, and I got up and stood in the water. We were just the right height, and my cock automatically pressed against her ass hole. I moved down somewhat, and I pressed my cock into her warm waiting cunt. I reached around and grabbed her tits, running my fingers over the hard nipples as I slammed my cock deep into her hot moist cunt.

I began to thrust, feeling her cunt suck on my cock as I pulled it out. I thrust faster and faster, and she used her internal muscles to give me a thrill like none I’d ever known. I thrust deep into her, and she began to gyrate her hips, moaning and groaning, and I felt her cum, soaking my cock with extra-hot cunt juices as spasms shook her whole body.

I thrust faster and faster, cumming inside her with one final slam, my tummy slapping against her ass. I held myself there, feeling my cock dance and move inside her as I shot a hot load of cum deep inside her. I shot again and again, and she moaned with every jerk of my cock.

Slowly, I pulled out of her and sat back in the water. She poured us another glass of wine, and we sat there sipping it, looking at one another in silence.

Finally she said, “Thanks for helping me with the spa.”

“You mean, the plants?”

“Oh, no, I mean, breaking in the spa like that. It’s about the best thrill I’ve ever had.”

I shook my head. “Talk about thrills, Grandma, you’re the best thrill there ever was.”

“Hmmm,” she said. “No one’s said that to me in a long, long time, Martin. I think you might need to ‘help’ me with a few things around here, frequently, you know?”

I nodded. “Damn right,” I said. “No more couch potato for me.”

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