She was not the only one tugging. I pulled my shorts down over my butt and started stroking my cock. I had only recently begun masturbating and I had ...never done it outside. The warm sun and cool breeze blowing over my normally covered parts only made it all that much more exciting and I spit in my hand and started stroking as my eyes traveled down Grammy’s body to what her fingers were doing between her legs.She was using just two of her fingers and unlike the magazine the girls in magazines,. Plus, even though my wife and I are both in our early 50's and have grown c***dren and successful careers, she treated us and her son who was in his late 50s, as babies. Only she knew the right answers to all of life's problems and we'd be smart to do exactly as she "suggested". But, I kept reminding myself, there was a positive element to the visit; my mother-in-law was old and her health was rapidly declining and I wanted to see her before she passed away. We live nearly 1000 miles away and I. "Even though we both knew that this was the path we were destined for, I think I surprised her enough that she began to tremble, her eyes filling with tears of joy. Almost before I realized what was happening, she reached under my arms and lifted me straight up off my feet, high over her head."Yes, yes, yes! I love you more than you'll ever know," she gushed, twirling around. Then she lowered me enough so our mouths could join in a long, passionate kiss."Bill, there's one more thing you have to. I allowed her a freedom to explore and supported her personal discovery. Irrespective of if she wanted to ride my cock and slap me in the face, reciting how worthless and low she thought I was, or being blindfolded and bent over the recliner so the old Chinese delivery man could use her pussy instead of giving him a tip, she wanted to experience as much as she could. The comfort we had with each other and the mutual trust allowed for a fantastic relationship. We were together for a brief period.