Granny Jane was in her late forties; her blonde hair had recently been cut a little and her grey-blue eyes seemed to twinkle more. She had a small nose that sat above a thin, glossy-lipped mouth with pearly white teeth. She was a picture of beauty and looked a lot younger than her actual age.
She was known as Granny Jane because she was everyone’s favourite granny, even though she didn’t have any children. Her children were the children of the neighbourhood, many of whom she had watched grow up. Even the women her own age called her Granny Jane, a title she seemed to like.
The warm air always made Jane feel horny and it wasn’t long before her hand slipped inside her bikini bottoms. She slowly started to rub her pussy, feeling a slow pleasure build up. It was making her sweat, and it wasn’t from the heat of the day.
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Molly sat in her garden reading a book; the warm summers day always made her feel lazy. She wore her school uniform, a tartan pleated skirt and a white blouse. She had not bothered to take them off after school, deciding it was better to read with a glass of her mother’s home-made lemonade.
Molly was sixteen with beautiful Latin looks. She had dark brown hair that curled naturally down to her backside. She loved her hair long and had refused to cut it for some time now. She had dark eyes and a beautiful doll-like face; in short, she was gorgeous. She had a sweet young body, flat belly, a round ass and soft 32b breasts.
Recently she had been experimenting with herself. Touching and playing with her young body, exploring her sexuality. Things easily made her wet and horny; pictures she looked up on Google images were the best. She searched naked boys and would get turned on by their big cocks, but what really turned her on was pictures of girls. The feminine form seemed to make her pussy get instantly wet and she often masturbated as she browsed the pictures.
She wondered if she was bi-curious, curious or a full-on lesbian. She didn’t know. She had never had any real sexual experience with another person, but she knew that if she was given half the chance, she would.
She heard a moan and looked up from her book. She heard another one and giggled to herself. She got up from her seat and slowly kicked off her shoes. She walked to the partition fence between her garden and the garden next door. She peered over the fence to see the beautiful next door neighbour playing with herself.
Molly lived next door to Granny Jane and knew her very well. Often, as a child, Granny Jane had looked after her, taken her on outings, and had been an all-around role model for the young girl.
Molly held her breath as she watched Granny Jane pull at the string of her bikini bottoms. She pulled it from between her legs and threw it on the floor. Jane’s hands expertly played with herself, sliding fingers in and out of her glistening pussy. Molly’s mouth was salivating as her hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her cotton-covered crotch.
Granny Jane pulled off her bikini top, leaving her completely naked. She lay back, caressing her breasts as her fingers delved deeper into her aching cunt. She moaned louder, not caring about all the neighbours.
Molly watched in fascination, peeling off her skirt and blouse slowly. She was trying to be as quiet as possible as she watched the older woman playing with herself. Molly quickly pulled off her panties and bra so she was naked too.
She watched Jane masturbate and tried her best to follow everything she did. As Jane slipped two fingers deep inside her pussy, Molly did the same to herself. Both women groaned in unison and Molly quickly ducked down for fear of getting caught.
As she peered over the fence once more, Jane was going at it hard. She was masturbating like there was no tomorrow, sliding three fingers into her well-used cunt.
Jane smiled to herself. That naughty teen girl was watching her; the thought turned her on even more. 'She is most probably masturbating too by now,' Jane thought, 'let’s give her a real show.'
Jane’s fingers slid in and out of her pussy easily, the thought of being watched turning her on even more. She slid a fourth finger inside herself, groaning loudly. She heard young Molly whimper, making her smile.
'I bet young Molly is masturbating as she watches me,' she thought.
Jane stood up and lay back on the grass; it was more comfortable and it gave young Molly a clear view. Jane spread her pussy wide and started to rub her clit hard, her fingers like a whirlwind over her pearly nub. She was close but wanted to give a show to her teen neighbour.
She spread her pussy wide open and inserted one then two, then three fingers inside herself. She pushed up and could feel her g-spot, her groans got louder and soon her pussy was gushing as her orgasm overtook her. She whimpered loudly and pulled her fingers from her pussy.
Jane stood up and picked up her bikini from the floor and walked back inside her house. Molly was slightly disappointed and picked up her clothes and walked back inside her own home. She would have to masturbate, most definitely envisioning Granny Jane’s amazing body.
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Jane awoke early the next morning; she had made a plan. She wanted Molly and knew how she was going to get her. She would have to wait for Molly to come home from school.
She spent the day making food for a woman that had broken her leg and couldn’t cook. She then went to the local coffee shop and drank a coffee. She worked out a bit, working up a proper sweat. It was nearly three in the afternoon.
Jane had a relaxing bath, putting sweet smelling bath gels and salts in. Once out the bath she put on some black sheer lace lingerie, which left little to the imagination. She wore a short sheer robe on top of her lingerie, altogether making her look so very sexy.
She waited impatiently for 3:40 to come around, the time when Molly usually came home from school. She saw her coming and smiled to herself; time to put her plan into action. She walked to her front door just as Molly was passing her house.
“Molly,” she called out, “can you come here and help me with some boxes?”
Molly walked up to Jane’s house and walked into the open front door. She closed the door behind her and followed the sound of Jane’s voice up the stairs. She turned into a master bedroom to see Jane sitting on the bed, looking a picture of sexual beauty.
Molly coughed, staring at the woman in front of her. Jane stood up and took Molly by the hand and leading her over to the bed. She sat Molly on the bed and smiled at the young girl, then traced her finger over Molly’s before leaning in and giving her a peck on the lips.
“You know, Molly, I know you were watching me masturbate yesterday. It turned me on a lot to know you were watching. Bet you were masturbating too, weren’t you? Well, I don’t really need your help with any boxes, unless we are talking about my box.