The Afternoon I Shared My Grandmother with My Best Friend

I’d been thinking for weeks about how to handle the situation. My grandmother Rosa had become a completely different person since we crossed that line a few months earlier, and what had once been an occasional secret had turned into a constant need for her. She called me two or three times a week, texted me at all hours saying her cunt was wet thinking about my cock, and every time we were left alone at home it was impossible to leave without ending up fucking in the bedroom.

I was twenty-two and I wasn’t complaining. But I did have my own physical limits.

It was my friend Patricio who suggested the solution without realizing it. He told me Diego had come back from his trip north earlier than expected, that he was bored and wanted to do something. Diego and I had known each other since high school. He was trustworthy. And more importantly, discreet.

I called him one afternoon and, without going into too many details, asked if he was interested in coming with me to my grandmother’s house. I told him it was an unusual situation, that he had to trust me. There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Then he said yes.

***

My grandmother Rosa was sixty-four, but no one would have guessed it from the way she moved. When I told her I was bringing a friend over that afternoon, that I wanted the three of us to spend some time together, she went quiet for a moment. Her eyes lit up.

—No two men have ever fucked me at the same time —she said, and she didn’t sound afraid. She sounded curious, hungry.

—I know, Grandma. But you can handle anything. You’re going to have two cocks all to yourself.

She gave a soft laugh and went to change. When Diego rang the bell and I opened the door, my grandmother was already in the living room in a red strappy dress that fit her perfectly. Diego saw her and went speechless for a second. Then he looked at me with an expression that mixed amazement and approval.

—Diego, this is my grandmother Rosa —I said.

She got up from the sofa, held out her hand with a smile, and Diego shook it without taking his eyes off her.

—Nice to meet you —he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

—The pleasure’s mine —she replied, and in those four words was everything we needed to know.

***

The three of us sat down in the living room. I poured two glasses of wine and gave my grandmother water, and she said she didn’t need wine for anything. The conversation was brief. Rosa was a direct woman when she wanted to be, and that afternoon she wanted to be.

It was Diego who truly broke the ice. He moved closer to her on the sofa, brushed a strand of hair away from her face with two fingers, and kissed her slowly, sliding his tongue in as soon as she opened her mouth. My grandmother answered without hesitation, sucking on his tongue as if it were something more. I watched them for a moment from the armchair, glass in hand, seeing Diego’s hand travel down Rosa’s neck to the neckline of the dress before I got up and moved closer too.

We took up positions on either side of her. Diego kissed her neck while I traced her shoulder with my mouth, biting her soft skin. She had one hand on my crotch and the other on Diego’s bulge, and her fingers squeezed each erection with every touch we gave her, feeling how hard we were getting beneath our clothes.

—My God —she murmured at one point—. You two are going to drive me crazy. You’ve both got it rock hard, you bastards.

We pulled down her dress straps. My grandmother wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits came bare into view, still firm for her age, with her nipples already hard and peaked, and the two of us leaned down on them at the same time without even discussing it. I sucked one nipple while Diego took care of the other, and she threw her head back and started moaning, softly at first, then with more conviction, arching against our mouths.

—That’s it, suck them properly —she panted—. Bite them.

I lifted her dress while Diego kept on sucking her tits. Underneath she wore no panties. I slipped two fingers between her thighs and confirmed she was soaked, dripping inside and out. She arched toward my hand and rode my fingers, moving her hips shamelessly.

—Marcos —she said, using my name in the way she only ever used it at moments like that—. Eat me out. Get your tongue deep in there.

I knelt in front of her, spread her legs wide, and went to work with my mouth directly on her cunt while Diego kept on with her tits. Her clit was swollen and thick, and as soon as I caught it between my lips and started sucking, I began alternating with long licks that went from the entrance all the way to the top. I pushed my tongue inside her, buried it as far as I could, and felt her thighs close against my ears. Rosa’s moans intensified until they turned into short cries, and she had to grab the back of the sofa with one hand to keep from losing her balance while the other pressed my head tight against her pussy.

—Yes, yes, like that, don’t stop, eat me out, all of it —she gasped—. Boys, boys, boys…

When I slipped two fingers inside her while still sucking her clit, she came all at once, in a spasm that shook her legs from top to bottom. She clung to my hair for a long while, trembling, until she managed to catch her breath.

—Boys —she said when she couldn’t take it anymore—. I need more than that. I need cock. Take them out for me.

***

Diego sat down on the sofa. My grandmother knelt before him, undid his belt calmly, and took out his cock with both hands. It was hard, thick, the head already glossy. She looked at it with genuine appreciation, weighed it in her hands, made a small approving gesture. Then she looked at me, who had also stripped and was holding myself in my hand, and compared us with the same expression as someone evaluating two equally satisfying options.

—What huge cocks you both have —she murmured, almost to herself—. Both of you stand up.

We obeyed. Rosa got down on her knees between us, with both cocks level with her face. She took each of us with one hand, drew us closer, and stuck out her tongue to run it across both heads at the same time, slowly, savoring every movement, tasting the pre-cum that had already started leaking out of us. Diego looked at me wide-eyed. I looked back. Neither of us said anything, but we were both thinking the same thing: my grandmother sucked cock like nobody else.

Then she took Diego’s cock into her mouth all the way down and began to move in rhythm, swallowing it whole and pulling it out with a smack, holding mine against her neck and stroking it slowly with her hand. When she switched the other way, squeezing me between her tight tits with her hands while sucking Diego, he let out a deep sound he couldn’t hold back.

—Fuck —he said through clenched teeth—. Fuck, your grandma does it so well.

My grandmother laughed around his cock, and Diego felt the vibrations around the tip and had to tilt his head back. She alternated us: four deep sucks on one, four on the other, never stopping massaging the one she didn’t have in her mouth. She took my balls into her mouth and licked them slowly before swallowing my cock whole again to the throat. It was a sound I loved, the wet gurgling mixed with her own muffled moans.

***

When Rosa decided she’d had enough of that game, she got on all fours on the sofa, with her ass lifted and her cunt open and shining upward. Diego moved in behind her, took hold of his cock, and ran it over the lips of her cunt a couple of times before entering slowly. She let out a forceful exhale, a long broken gasp, and braced herself against the cushion with both hands. I knelt in front of her face and she took me into her mouth without me having to ask for anything, swallowing me until her nose touched my balls.

Diego’s movements were steady and firm. Each thrust jolted her whole body and made her take more of my cock. My grandmother took them well, rocking back to receive them, impaled on Diego’s cock with a wet slapping sound that filled the living room, never stopping using her mouth on me. It was a coordination that seemed impossible, but she carried it out with a naturalness that left me speechless every time.

—Your grandmother is amazing —Diego told me at one point, voice tight, hands clamped on Rosa’s hips—. The way she squeezes my cock, fuck.

—I told you so.

She heard us and laughed again, with that sound she always made despite having her mouth full. Diego smacked her ass and she moaned around my cock, clenching her lips harder.

After a while she changed position on her own. She made Diego sit on the sofa and climbed on top of him astride, facing me, who was standing. She lowered herself slowly until his cock was buried inside her, and then she took my cock in her hand and drew me toward her mouth while she moved on Diego with a slow, deep cadence, going up to the tip and down to the base. The way she controlled both rhythms at once was something I could hardly believe even though I was watching it: her mouth sucking at the same pace as her cunt was impaling itself.

Diego had his eyes closed and his hands clamped around my grandmother’s tits, twisting her nipples. Mine were fixed on Rosa, on the curve of her back, on the concentration on her face, on the way her cheeks bulged every time she swallowed my cock whole.

—I adore you —she said at one point when she let go of my cock to breathe, a thread of saliva hanging from her lip—. Both of you. You’re two sons of bitches with divine cocks.

***

Shortly after, she asked us to switch. She wanted me to sit down and her to get on top of me. Diego stood beside her, and she took him in her hand while she mounted me and guided my cock inside her cunt. I felt her opening around me, warm and tight, soaked with her own juices and with the ones Diego had already left inside her. From that position she could control everything: depth with me, speed with Diego, changes in rhythm.

She spent a while like that, riding me, panting, switching from hand to mouth and mouth to hand with Diego without losing the thread. At times she deliberately squeezed my cock as if milking me, and she looked me in the eye to see me suffer. Then she stopped for a moment and looked at both of us.

—I want to feel you both inside me —she said bluntly—. One in the cunt and one in the ass. Now.

Diego looked at me. I nodded.

Rosa leaned forward over my chest, without taking my cock out of her, and stayed still, offering Diego her ass wide open. Diego spat into his hand, lubed himself well, and ran his fingers over my grandmother’s hole a couple of times before carefully moving in behind her. The moment he started to enter, my grandmother let out a long, deep sound that filled the whole room, a guttural moan from the bottom of her chest. Her fingers dug into my shoulders and I felt her cunt contract violently around my cock as it received Diego’s from behind.

—Slowly —she murmured—. Like that. Put it all the way in. Exactly like that.

Diego pushed in millimeter by millimeter until he was fully buried. The three of us stayed still for a second, feeling each other, and then the two of us moved at the same time, coordinating without speaking, one going in as the other came out, keeping her full from both ends. Rosa had her face buried in my neck. Her breathing was fast and hot against my skin, and every thrust of Diego against her ass made her bite my shoulder. Through the thin wall that separated us inside her, I could feel Diego’s cock moving against mine, and it was a sensation I had never experienced before. Diego looked at me over her shoulder with a serious, focused expression, panting.

—Good? —I asked her.

—Perfectly —she answered, and the word broke in half—. Fuck me both of you. Fuck your whore.

***

We asked to change positions. We put Rosa lying on her back on the sofa with her legs raised and spread wide open. Diego knelt between them and fucked her cunt from that angle while I moved toward her face and presented my cock. She took me into her mouth as if she’d been doing it all her life, swallowing me whole to the throat with every thrust Diego gave her. From that position you could see her face, her half-open eyes, the way her whole body shook against the sofa with each thrust, her tits bouncing up and down. I grabbed her tits with both hands, squeezed them, pinched her nipples, and she moaned around my cock.

Diego picked up speed, fucking her harder and harder, and my grandmother sucked with more desperation, choking a little, letting saliva run down her chin. Diego was the first to cum. He warned us, his voice breaking, and pulled out just in time to finish over my grandmother’s stomach and hip, splattering a good hot stream that reached up to her chest. I came a few moments later, inside her mouth, and she didn’t pull away, but kept drinking me down, swallowing every spurt with her eyes fixed on mine.

When the three of us finished we were all still. The living room smelled of sex, semen, and wine that no one had finished. Rosa had her eyes closed, Diego’s cum shining on her skin, and a small smile on her face.

***

I thought it was over. I didn’t know my grandmother very well.

She opened her eyes after a moment, scooped up a little of the semen from her stomach with two fingers, and licked it calmly. Then she knelt in front of us and started massaging both of us with her hands, running her thumb under the head right where she knew it drove us crazy.

—It would be a shame to waste the afternoon —she said—. It’s still early. And you both still have semen left for me.

Diego looked at me. I shrugged. My grandmother already had her mouth on me, sucking me slowly to make me hard again, and with one hand she worked Diego with slow, firm movements, and there was no way to argue under those circumstances.

Within a few minutes both of us were hard again. Rosa stood up, turned around, and leaned on the sofa arm with her ass pushed out toward the window.

—Marcos —she said—, I want you to fuck me in the ass. And you, Diego, come here in front and feed me.

I got in behind her. I spat a good glob between her cheeks, spread it with the head of my cock, and entered carefully, slowly, feeling her hole swallow me centimeter by centimeter and noticing how she relaxed with each one. When I was all the way in, my grandmother gave a growl of satisfaction. Diego stood in front of her and Rosa took him into her mouth without ceremony, swallowing him to the base.

We stayed like that for a long while. I fucked her in the ass with firm thrusts, holding her by the hips with both hands and watching her ass shake with every thrust. The only sound was our breathing, the slap of my balls against her cheeks, and my grandmother’s muffled moans around Diego’s cock, which intensified until she had another orgasm so hard she had to let go of Diego so she could cry out properly. I slipped my hand around the front and rubbed her clit while I kept fucking her from behind, and she came again almost immediately, trembling and clamping her ass around me so hard she almost made me finish.

When the two of us were done again, this time she knelt and asked us to cum on her face. We stood side by side while she stroked us both with one hand each and stuck out her tongue between the two heads. Diego shot first, leaving two thick streams across my grandmother’s cheek and lip. I came a second later, aiming into her open mouth and filling her tongue with semen. Rosa closed her eyes and took it all without moving, her face soaked in both our cum, and then, very slowly, she swallowed it.

—Divine —she said when she finished—. You’re both absolutely divine.

***

Diego dressed in silence, with that smile of someone who has just lived through something he doesn’t quite know how to process. My grandmother had gone to the bathroom. I gathered the glasses from the living room and opened the window a little.

When Rosa came back, clean and properly dressed again, she sat on the sofa as if nothing had happened. She asked Diego about his trip north. He answered in monosyllables at first and then opened up. The two of them talked for ten minutes like old acquaintances.

Before leaving, Diego said goodbye to my grandmother with two kisses on the cheek. She held his hand for a moment.

—I hope to see you soon —she said.

Diego nodded. He looked at me. And in that look was everything: the amazement, the gratitude, and the confirmation that he would come back the next time I called without making me wait.

When he left, my grandmother and I were alone. She settled back on the sofa and crossed her legs.

—How many more friends do you have? —she asked with a calm smile.

I laughed. She laughed too. And for a moment, in that living room with the window half open and the afternoon sun slanting in, everything seemed perfectly normal.

What came after, we’d figure out later.