Night Rock 'n' Roll

It was a quiet summer evening. Alexey stood at the window and smoked. He had long been accustomed to the emptiness of the apartment. And essentially, he had nothing to do at home, but there was nothing to sleep on in his office. He only came back here for the bed. And for the sake of my own grandmother. She came to him. Not often, about once a month. She came every time in the evening, without calling. She simply sat down in the chair, as if we had seen each other an hour ago. Sometimes they talked until the morning. Sometimes they were silent, drinking tea and looking at each other. Albina did not cut her hair so as not to follow fashion; at the same time, she packed them so tightly, as if she was afraid that they would suspect her of being a woman. Alexey laughed:

- You

look like Tenville.

She didn’t know how it was, and she was even a little angry, suspecting a trick. Alexey knew that she would come today. I felt it. Once I asked:

- Do you remember your ex-wife?

- No. I don't remember.

It so happened that the very beginning of marriage was without love play, without pranks and excesses, and most importantly, without that sinful power that brings primitive satiety to the soul. Over time, he got tired of this half-starved love ration. At first he tried to spare his wife’s pride, and then there was a terrible scene, with confessions, claims, dissatisfaction, the truth, a showdown, mutual reproaches, tears, a loud slamming door, a trial and a stamp in his passport, which meant that from now on he was free, like a bird in flight. And she also asked:

- How are you without a woman? Do you take anyone here? - Looked around. - Yes, it doesn’t look like it. Are you jerking off or something? — I just asked and even caringly.

- Well, yes, I jerk off. I'm jerking off, grandma. And what? - Looked into the eyes. She bit her lip. And she quickly left...

Alexey was not surprised when the door suddenly opened. Albina slowly walked up to him and stood up, barely audibly creaking in her worn-out heels. For one moment he saw her through the eyes of his lover, and realized that he knew everything in advance. Probably Albina will be submissive and touching. She will not have the triumphant eyes of a winner. She won't ask him about work or about tomorrow. Of course, she will be ashamed of her plump body and ridiculous combination.

- You smoke a lot.

- And I jerk off a lot.

Albina stood next to the window, scratching the cracked putty of the window sill. Alexey looked at her from under his brows. She couldn’t stand her gaze and turned away. She opened the window. The curtains began to swirl, and the papers on the table fluttered like a bird. The breeze rustled a strand of hair above her ear.

- You understand everything. Yes, grandma?

- Yes.

Both fell silent. They knew what would come next. They just didn’t know how or where to start.

-What are you thinking about, Lyosha?

- You know it yourself.

She took her grandson by the hand, and her breath touched his face. Her figure was round and strong, her dress swayed on her chest.

- How do you imagine our... our relationship?

- I’ll undress now, Lyosha, and go to bed. Then you will undress and also go to bed...

Without waiting for his response, Albina began to undress... In the bed they whispered - stupid, confused words with which lovers feel each other like blind people.

- And I also want you to swear, swear dirty, do you understand me?

- Of course, Lyosha. Don't be shy, don't. What else? Tell me everything honestly. I’ll understand... Why are you silent?... Well, okay, I’ll do it myself. Do you want to see me pee? Yes?

- Yes.

- Quiet, Lyoshenka, everything is fine. Well, we agreed... What else?

- Seeing you poop.

- So, what else? How do I jerk off? Of course, Lyosha.

- How are you... this is the same... with another woman...

- Only with Mila. And with no one else. Remember Mila?

- I remember, of course. Childhood friend. What have you been doing with her?... how long ago? How? Where?

- Long, long time ago. At home, in the woods, on vacation in Pitsunda.

With her cheek she felt his slow breathing, in two dark winds. And suddenly they kissed at once, as if on command, as wildly and hotly as they had probably ever kissed in their lives. No, there was no exact definition of her feelings yet. It was a product of adoration and submission.

-Put your hand on my chest... Can you hear, can you hear my heart beating? - She laughed quietly, wrinkling her face with a slightly shy smile.

The grandson’s hand rests on her chest, and Albina blissfully closes her eyes, and she wants this minute to last forever.

- Come on, let's fuck, Lyoshenka?

She is like pliable clay, and he did not want, but simply did not have the right to reject it.

- How should you ask?

- Fuck me, bitch, put your dick in this hole. Come on, I'll help. Like this. Oh, your dick is in my pussy... - How nice it is to obey your impulses!

-Put your finger in my ass!

- I obey, my lord...

Frenzy, tenderness, sweet pain. She loved him more than herself, and could, it seems, give her life for him.

- How good you fuck me, Lyoshenka! /light hot whisper/ Do you like my tits? /here it is, true happiness! / What about my butt? Well, pet her, pet her! /O! pleasure! / Yours. Dick. In mine. Cunt. /my heart is out of control, my breathing rhythm is off, my fingers are trembling/

I immediately caught how my grandson reacted to the word “cunt”. He likes this word from her lips. Sweet, beloved, good!

- This is your pussy! Only yours, Lyoshenka! Do whatever you want with her. I don't want you to come out of my cunt. My pussy loves your dick. See how wet she is. Does your dick feel good in this pussy? Listen to how it sounds: pussy... pussy... Touch my pussy, paw my pussy, treat her sweetly, hurt her!

They smiled at each other - dazzled, touched, happy, grateful. Now everything belongs to them - will they feel this intensity, strength, tenderness, love ever again? Who knows... They kissed uncontrollably, minutes passed by minutes, and there was no strength to break away from each other. Everything was filled with passion, some still unknown, even strange pleasure. His small dick sometimes slipped out of this huge hole, and then Albina immediately felt the absence of something vitally important in herself, something without which she could no longer live a day. I didn’t want to think about it, she carefully returned the dick back, and again plunged into the whirlpool of sweet madness. She wanted to whisper tenderness, and certainly interspersed with rude animal words, without seeing it as humiliation or embarrassment for herself - the way he liked it.

- Is my dick warm in my pussy?

His lips gently touched her temple, hair, cheeks, neck, shoulders, nipples, as if placing pauses between her phrases. Albina breathed intermittently under him, pressing him with the movement with which a woman attracts only a child. She was a submissive slave of that wonderful desire for love, which only old age knows. He is her master, she is his property; everything in this regard in no way met moral and aesthetic standards, but she didn’t care. For the first time in her life, she enjoyed this terrible happiness - making love to her grandson, giving him all of herself. And the consequences did not frighten her. Come what may. Now this little dick is swimming in her flesh, these lips are kissing her breasts, these hands are stroking her thighs, and she is happy. Alexei came inside her, but his dick did not leave her pussy. They held hands, whispered, and at times Albina was overcome by a strange and pleasant feeling, as if her school friend was nearby, they were both eleven years old, they were in a pioneer camp and whispering about counselors and boys. This is how it once happened with Mila. They were lying next to each other, chatting about something, and suddenly... by chance... by chance... Albina’s hand touched her tiny breasts. They burst out laughing.

- Listen, Alka, come on...

- Come on, Mil...

- Oh, it's ticklish...

- And here?

-What are you talking about, Mil? This is a pussy...

- Come on, Alka, we’re pretending... - And your hand under your panties... - Be quiet, neighing like a horse... Imagine that I’m Oleg... Do you know what adults call a pussy?..

- I know. Pussy...

- The aunties have it, and the uncles have a dick...

Then playful squeezing, a playful imitation of sexual intercourse, and then... Five minutes of silence... Because it suddenly felt really nice... Albina smiled and saw that Alexey was also smiling at something. Apparently, some memories came to his mind. There, in her flesh, his dick hardened, and they again continued the interrupted suite, pressing closer and closer to each other, wrapped in a common warmth, happy, like in a fairy tale. She stuck her finger into his anus, he into hers, they tortured themselves for a long time and with groans, then took out their fingers, smeared with shit, licked them, then kissed furiously. If only this night never ends! At times he squeezed her thighs or breasts with such inhuman force that she almost lost consciousness from pain. But it was sweet pain. And she asked him to hit her. Stronger, even stronger! Alexey hit her in the face, whipped her on the cheeks and breasts. Happiness overwhelmed her. She was ready to do whatever he wanted for her grandson. Whether he wanted to kick her, stick his hand up to the elbow in her pussy, use her instead of a toilet - she didn’t care much about that, as long as it brought him joy. Oh, what a strong orgasm! Having opened their embrace, they could hardly breathe, wet, sweaty, exhausted, but still unable to quench their passion. Albina wiped his body with a crumpled sheet, they lay silently for some time, and then slowly freed themselves from the captivity of bliss, as they come to their senses after a long faint. Albina heard not only the beating of her own blood, but could already raise her eyelids. Alexei inhaled her aroma, a familiar aroma, so closely associated in his memories with the greenery of meadows, with fresh grass, with an empty attic room, with grandmother’s panties hanging on the clothesline.

- When you washed the floor... remember... at the dacha? Even then you wanted me to see your ass...

- I wanted to. Yes.

- I almost went crazy then... Do you remember the time when your panties disappeared?

- Are you?

- I.

- Jerk off?

- Yes... I thought my grandmother was walking around in these shorts. They were white. With a yellow spot from pissing. Kissed them, smelled them. I spied on you when you pissed in the restroom. There was also a hole in the wall... It seems to me that you jerked off there...

- No, never. Honestly.

-You were still humming a song. There-tara-there-there-there...

-Probably...Did you see how I pooped?

- Didn't see it. Although... No, I definitely didn’t see it... I saw her writing. She took off her panties and wrote.

- I didn’t take them off. I just let them down. Whoa, from here...

- I really wanted to touch you... Hug... Touch your ass, kiss it...

- Right here?..

She turned her face to her grandson, with a sly, easy smile, incredibly prettier, as if illuminated from within with wonderful excitement.

- A little lower... Oh, how it smells here! I will never forget your panties... Those panties... I kept them for a long time... I got rid of them, you fool, so that they wouldn’t catch Svetka’s eye...

- And these? Do you like it?

- They like it... They smell like you...

- They are yours... What will you do with them?

- Walk in them... Or I’ll put them in front of me... and I’ll jerk off, jerk off... jerk off... After all, they fit your ass... your pussy...

- Fool... After all, I’m always there. Why jerk off if I'm nearby? Do you want us to jerk off together?

Her hand reached out to her grandson’s dick. She caressed him with both hands, teased him, fingering his scrotum covered with thick vegetation and stroking the head of his penis.

- My sweetie.

She licked the trunk, slowly licking off the viscous, sticky drops. Then, moving her fist up and down a little, she finally launched the penis, trembling from languor, into the cavity of her mouth.

- Now I myself...

Alexey wrapped his fingers around his dick.

- Look...

- Do you jerk off often?

- No, Lesh... It happens, of course, sometimes...

- Have you ever jerked off to me?

— And more than once.

-???

- You were in the 7th grade, I think... Yes, in the 7th... You had school competitions... athletics... the 100-meter race...

- Sixty...

- Yes?... Well, it doesn’t matter. You were running in such tight shorts. I also thought: damn, he’s already quite an adult. And so the cockerel stuck out... Then she bit her lip, “This is your grandson, you old lecher.” However, in the evening I jerked off like crazy. Such shameless fantasies... I once shared it with Milka. In general, I say, is it normal to spy on your grandson and jerk off at night? She’s completely lost her mind... She says: “Come on, Alka, you’re not the only one.” I have these eyes - how is this? Are you also torturing your pussy against your grandson, against Sevka? And Milka told me: “I’m still tormenting you”... I, fool, would like to hug you properly, but whatever happens... I didn’t dare. But in vain. It turns out that you jerked off to me, and I jerked off to you.

- So, we’re both fools...

- When you jerked off now, what did you imagine?

- Your face, hands, lips, body... dick... my dick... sweet, dear... this dick... And you?..

- I once followed you, and couldn’t take my eyes off your ass under your dress... it clung to it so tightly that the outline of your panties was visible...

- Next...

- Your ass was shaking, rolling... I almost came then... I envied your panties... they hugged your ass from behind and your pussy in front... I could barely restrain myself from touching you then... your dick was just ringing with tension...

- I would have touched it like that...

- Touched me... I’m telling you, it was on the street... It was dark for the people... In general, the fantasies drove me crazy. I just imagined: we are husband and wife, you are sitting in front of the TV, naked, drinking juice...

- And if I fart at the same time, I won’t ruin the picture?... Ha-ha-ha... What I mean is that I really want to fart now, Lyoshenka... Do you want to hear this?

- Both hear and smell... Pull me in the face...

- Lie down... like this...

Albina pulled down her panties, and Alexey saw her gorgeous ass in all its glory. She quickly stood above his head and began to slowly

lower her ass right onto his face...

- Well? Ready?

Having not heard an answer, Albina suddenly lowered herself onto her grandson’s face, so that his mouth was exactly covered with her anus, and farted loudly and protractedly. Oh, this pungent aroma exuding from the ass of your beloved grandmother! His tongue slides and pierces, enters the anus. Albina farted again and again, the smell spread throughout the whole room, and Alexey sniffed it with trepidation and enjoyed, enjoyed, enjoyed! How long had he been waiting for this moment! Her wide-open eyes shone with their heavenly blue, she smiled, looked with love at her delight, and her hands stroked his body. And he continued to kiss grandma’s ass, its entire surface was already glistening with his saliva.

- Damn!... Oh, I’m going to crap myself now, Leshenka!

- Come at me!

Basically, she wanted it for a long time, since she didn’t have time to do it at home. She straightened up, splashed urine on her grandson a couple of times and prepared to release her sausage of shit, but Alexei inserted his finger into Albina’s ass, thereby taking away control of her rectum. The intestines that had not been emptied ached, but it was already sweet flour. The finger still held the shit out, but it didn't last long. The head of a brown poop appeared from the hole, which gradually began to displace the finger inserted there from the rectum. A pungent smell filled his nostrils. The shit, pushing apart the walls of the anus, slowly slipped out. Alexey stuck his tongue out to meet him, licking the bushes of shit-stained hair around his anus. Albina growled and pushed.

- I'm going to die... now I'm going to die... from pleasure... oooh! This bagel of shit gave off a terrible stench, but the lovers did not care about it. They kissed passionately, moving this slippery dark brown turd from mouth to mouth. Grandmother and grandson were literally crazy with passion. He licked her dirty panties and imitated sexual intercourse, inserting his dick into a pile of shit. The lovers were incurably struck by the cruelest passion. Albina even lost consciousness for some time. Closing her eyelids, she felt that a hitherto unknown heat spread through her body, sweat appeared in large drops on her nose, the rapid beats of her pulse echoed in her ears, and she could hear the carotid artery swaying heavily in her neck. Her heart beat to the rhythm of rock and roll... Rolling on the floor, she farted, shaking her whole body, and new shit fell out of Albina’s hot, pulsating ass. Something inarticulate came out of her mouth, while a stinking mixture of chewed shit flowed from her lips.

-Put your hand in my ass, in my ass, in my ass!!!... Grandma loves you... Ooooh-oh!

Ahh, good! The eyes are big, the face is burning with desire, the luscious lips are open, and the chest is pumping like a ship with a wave. Alexey was fascinated by this beauty, he closed and opened his eyes, as if he wanted to make sure that this was not a dream, not a dream, that this was his own grandmother, and he was her grandson.

- Smart girl. My good girl.

The smell of her body, mixed with the smell of shit, penetrated through Alexei’s sense of smell into all his blood and ran hotly through his nerves. She touched her lips to the prick smeared in shit. Oh, what a pleasure! Albina sucked the dick hard and fast, jerking it off until her eyes went dark. And then she stuck her finger into her grandson’s ass.

- Fuck... Albinka... more... fuck me... deeper...

She pushed her finger deeper, even deeper. The grandson felt the rhythm and began to move his hips back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster, harder and harder.

- Fuck me! Fuck!

He ​​moaned with every thrust of her finger.

- Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh! That's it, that's it! Yes! Fuck me! My little girl! Fuck!

Albina sucked his dick, licked the shaft, kissed the head, took it into her hot mouth, jerking the shaft with her hand. Her throat expanded, letting the dick deep into her. And with the other hand she fucked her grandson in the ass. Finally, her mouth took the head of his dick in a tight ring, and she began to rhythmically move her head until her grandson reached the point where he could no longer restrain himself. Alexey began to moan louder and louder until he finally reached orgasm. He quickly grabbed her head, pressed her to him, his dick twitched sharply, and a stream of sperm burst out of it. Alexey screamed, overcome by a wave of orgasm. The grandmother's pussy was also shaken by a powerful orgasm. Soon it was all over, and he fell exhausted onto her plump body. She hugged him:

- I would never have thought that this was possible...

- I'll go crazy... What I'm most afraid of is that this is just a dream and I'm about to wake up.

- Tell me, Lesh, when you fucked your Svetka, were you thinking about me?

- Not always. That's when I had Tamara... remember Tamara?

- Both Tamara and Olga...

Women like to see their grandchildren or brothers in the role of successful hunters, especially if their own female life has passed without a shadow of romance. It's like revenge for your unconscious failure.

-You know, I...

-I know. But I already love you.

No, the big green eyes didn’t lie. The lips did not lie. Excited like a girl. She looked and her face began to blush again.

- How can you know this?

-You're just afraid that I told the truth. And at the same time you are afraid that this is not true - right?

Alexey nodded, secretly glad that she figured it out.

- You fucked with Fedka, our neighbor in the dacha, right? Yes?

- Fucked. I’ll say this, Lyoshenka: he arrived in time at Indian hour. That's why she let her near the pussy. I was not free in this matter then.

- What about Nikolai Dmitrievich?

- No.

-?

- No, no... He fell for Milka. And then Milka had Vovchik. I fucked her all day long. There was no time for Kolenka.

- Mila’s pussy... delicious?

- Very.

I remembered, oh, I remembered how she and Mila were in the theater. Right before the performance. In the toilet. As they say, we stopped by for a minute. Where is it, just a minute! It was as if lightning had flashed, they stuck to each other and couldn’t be torn off. The performance has already begun, and they are kissing like crazy.

- Did she piss on you?

- No.

- Are you into her?

- Not either.

- Piss on me.

- Lie down.

Albina crouched over him.

- Wait, don't piss. Let me take a good look at the pussy.

She spread her full knees wider to the side. Alexei gently felt the thighs, crotch, thick, fleshy, alluring, majestic like a triumphal arch, labia, reveling in their sharp, exciting smell. It became wet under his hand, his closed large lips parted, and his entire fist sank into the hot depths. With his other hand he touched her stomach, which hung in a huge fold and spread out over her hips. Then he went down to her pubis, kneaded it, and sharply inserted his finger into her anus. A thick stream of warm urine poured onto Alexei, which quickly filled his open mouth. Urine flowed into his nose, into his ears, rushing in a stormy stream from his chin to his body. He drank it greedily, sucked out this stream, it seemed to him that he could drink several liters like this and that from now on he would always quench his thirst with the same pleasure. How delicious her urine is! The yellow stream continued to flow down her full legs. It seemed that witchcraft power was hidden in this magical liquid! Alexey stroked his thighs in tight stockings with his hot hand. Unspeakable passion shook my whole body with trembling. Albina shouted briefly but strongly. The eyes seem to be clouded with hops. The face is flushed, flaming, sinful. Alexey stood up, looked into his green, languidly hazy eyes, grabbed him by the shoulders, pressed him tightly to him and pressed them to his soft, moist lips in a long, continuous kiss. Their bodies were wet with sweat and urine. They broke away from each other, exhausted, as if shipwrecked.

- I'll take your panties as a souvenir.

- And I’m yours.

- I will kiss them, smell them... and jerk them off...

- And I...

They couldn’t get rid of the thought that this night would change their whole lives. They took a vague pleasure in asking themselves unanswerable questions, remembering everything that happened between them, and looking forward to the future with excitement.

-What are you going to do?

- Maybe I’ll be near you as long as you love me. You love it, don't you? And then we'll see.

She's right, she's absolutely right: they should be together. And why cling to some kind of freedom and loneliness? To hell with them - both freedom and loneliness: after all, it was these two joyless bacchantes that led him to nervous depression. But it's still scary. Reaching out her hand, Albina touched his hair:

- Don’t worry, Lyosha. I won't be with you until you ask me to.

Yes, it will be autumn soon. One autumn night she will come to him and stay forever: this is how the two ends of a voltaic arc are connected. They will live together, in the morning he will leave for work, rush to drink coffee and swallow a sausage, and she will sit next to him, look at him with love and say:

- Please eat with a knife and fork. Don't rush, you'll have time.

THEIR night was ending. This short long night.

- Why are you smiling?

- Yes, so... They just told me some stunning news yesterday... Do you want me to tell you?

Moved close to her. He put his palm on the hot, insatiable, sticky pussy, gaped open by the night hurricane, and his finger was instantly sucked into this sweet crack.

- Say, Lyoshenka...

- When the night ends, the morning begins... OUR morning, my love...

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