When I was 14 or so, I was at my grandma’s place laying in bed with her since she only had one bed and my grandpa isnt with her. Once I thought she was asleep, I started to jerk off but she stopped me, asking me what I was doing. I said nothing, but I felt her hand Pat my chest, trying to figure out what I was up to. On about the third party down, her hand landed right on my cock, gripping it before jumping in surprise. She mumbled to herself a bit as a apologized. In a slightly annoyed yet potentially patient tone she told me. “No, just. Jesus… Just, be quiet for a minute. I could hear her say, the outline of her turned head shining in the light of a distant lit candle she keeps. I felt her hand grip my cock again, slowly and awkwardly sliding up and down like she’s never jerked anyone off before. After a minute, my thoughts had become less mindful and more sexual, rolling over to be parallel behind her. I could still feel her hand sliding up and down my cock. After more of the same, I slipped down her pants from behind, her protesting until I pressed the full length of my dick between her asscheeks, shutting her up. She was mumbling something, but I could feel her wetness, so bombs away. I slowly pushed my cock inside, not stopping at all until