37 comments/ 200279 views/ 164 favorites Grandma was Confused By: royhoffman Hi, I'm Jacob from a lower middle class family with two working parents. My mom's a department store clerk and my father is a baker. We live in an old three-bedroom home in a mid-sized Midwestern city. I have one older brother named Jarrod who's in the Army. I'm a senior in High School who recently turned eighteen. In looks I'm pretty average, I stand a shade under six feet and have brown hair, brown eyes and no really distinguishing features. Through no fault of my own, I was until very recently a virgin. Part of problem was that until this year I went to all boys schools; both in elementary and high school. Also since my parents had been a bit wild in their youth both my brother and I had been raised pretty strictly. Education was the primary focus so we were either at school or at home. Jarrod chafed at the all the rules and all the schooling and joined the Army as soon as he could. Since I got better grades that my brother I finally convinced my parents that they could save the money they spent on parochial education to help college. To be honest my real reason was so I could go to a school with girls. However my lack of inter-gender socialization led to stammering, social awkwardness. As soon as I started going to public high school my dad expanded his satellite sports package so who knows how much is actually being saved for my incidentals. They hoped to use the extra money to take a long delayed second honeymoon. This was not to be however, because Grandma moved in with us. My grandmother is sixty-eight years old and had just recently become penniless. When Grandpa retired at sixty-five Grandma also retired even though she was only sixty-two at the time. A year into his retirement Grandpa died of a sudden heart attack while chopping wood. She and Grandpa had saved for years for their retirement so Grandma was left with a comfortable nest egg or so she thought. A few months ago her financial planner had suddenly disappeared. He'd bilked a lot of old folks, my grandmother among them. She still had her social security but lost her home to foreclosure because the financial advisor had also pocketed the mortgage payments. Although the financial planner was caught and arrested, he refused to say where he'd hidden the money. A long legal battle lay ahead. My parents insisted that Grandma stay with us in Jarrod's old room. My grandmother is a vibrant, witty and funny woman. She has piercing green eyes that can sparkled with humor or turn cold as green ice when she's pissed. Her face is still fine featured and pretty although now is a bit soft and jowly. She has long silvery hair is usually up in a bouffant, a style popular when she was a young woman. With that hair style she reminds me of the mother on Petticoat Junction, one of the few non sports shows my dad watches on one of them retro stations. For the most part having Grandma in the house was a welcome addition because it reduced everyone's chores. At her own insistence Grandma cooked, cleaned and did the laundry for her upkeep. My parents didn't want a houseful of rowdy teenage boys bugging Grandma so my house became off limits to my friends. Grandma also felt that my generation didn't get enough exercise so she made me help her with the chores and help her cook. Grandma had to sell her car to pay off some debts and we have one car which my father drives to work. My mother takes the bus in the morning and is picked up by my dad at night. As a result Grandma is home almost all of the time. Now don't get me wrong, I love Grandma but I was used to having the house all to my self in the afternoon. This was my "alone" time, if you get my drift. Grandma being around all the time inhibited me. Grandma often cleaned out my room's wastebasket and I didn't want her to see it filled with wadded up tissues so I began spending more time in the bathroom. That didn't work out either because if I was in the bathroom too long she'd call up to ask if I had fallen in the toilet. I had to do it so fast I was afraid of becoming a premature ejaculator. On Wednesday afternoons a friend of Grandma's picks her up and they go to the senior center as to volunteer, so I have at least one afternoon alone. One Wednesday I jerked off in my room to a new Playboy and then took a shower. As I showered one of the photos from the Playboy popped into my mind. In it the sexy big titted playmate was showering. I soon imagined she was with me in the shower. I turned off the shower, poured crème rinse over my pecker and went to town. I was so deep into my fantasy that I didn't hear the bathroom door open. The sound of the shower curtain being pushed aside made me turn. Standing before me about to step into the shower was my grandmother. She had not heard the shower running and thought it was unoccupied. We stared at each other in stunned surprise. I had always thought my grandmother to be attractive for an older lady but had never been tempted to see her naked. Same goes for my mother. However this was the first nude woman I had ever seen in the flesh and so my eyes were riveted. Grandma is definitely not a Playboy centerfold although she's not a decrepit old hag either. Although my Grandma's a bit plump with extra baggage about her waist, thighs and hips she's still an attractive woman. The first thing I noticed was that her long silvery hair draped down across her shoulders and rested just above her chest. As my eyes trailed down they zeroed in on the pendulant grapefruit sized breasts drooping down her breast bone. Pale blue veins snaked across these perfect white globes to end at Dixie cup sized areolas. Dark pink nipples stiffened to the size of pencil erasers as I gawked, from the cold I suspect. Shocked I tore my eyes away from her tits but I caught a glimpse of the gray thatch between her legs and the thick protruding dark pink labia below it. The first real life pussy I'd ever seen so my eyes latched onto it like laser sight. I'd been on the verge of cumming before my grandmother had opened the shower curtain. The adrenaline rush of the shock plus the sight of an attractive, if mature, female form sent me over the edge. An intense orgasm ripped through me. With a combination of mortification and perverse pleasue I watched with crystal clarity, as if in slow motion, ropes of my semen spray Grandma across her breasts, stomach and thighs. Green eyes flaring, her lips pursed and her lined face crinkled in surprise or horror. With a short cry she jumped backwards, lost her balance and fell, cracking her head against the wall. She slumped to the tile floor unconscious. Silver hair surrounded her head like a cloud, a cloud shot through with red as blood from a slight gash ran into her hair. After making sure she was still breathing I ran to the phone and dialed 911. I rapidly dressed and washed the drying semen off of her and covered her with a towel. She regained consciousness before the paramedics arrived but remained disoriented. At the emergency room she was diagnosed with a slight concussion however she did not remember falling. We were told that it was not uncommon for the short term memory to be affected. I was glad of this, which made me feel guilty. However I didn't want my Grandma to hate me for having defiled her, even if it was an accident. We later learned her ride from the Senior Center had felt ill that afternoon so she had been at home the whole time but I'd been too "busy" to notice. They told us to watch out for any other side effects which could be signs of brain damage. We soon learned that Grandma had become confused. It began simply but rather shockingly. While I was washing the dishes one evening Grandma slipped up behind me, put her arms around my waist and hugged me. She pressed her large breasts into the small of my back and rubbed her groin against my butt. She kissed me on the back of the neck and hot breath scorched my neck as she whispered in my ear. "What do you say we go to bed early, sweetheart?" At that moment my mom walked into the kitchen, "Jacob! What's going on here? "I don't know Mom, ask Grandma." Grandma released her arms from around me. "Oh, I'm sorry Jacob for a moment there I thought you were Caleb." Caleb had been my grandfather. She laughed nervously and walked out of the room. Mom and I exchanged worried looks. For the rest of the evening and the next couple of days Grandma called me Jacob and treated me as she always had with no sign of further confusion. A few days later however Grandma slipped into my lap while I was watching television. Putting her arms around my neck she sucked my earlobe into her mouth, blew softly in my ear and said, "I have a brand new negligee I want you to see." "Mom, what the hell is going on!" Dad asked from the other side of the room. His face was drawn in an almost stereotypical look of flabbergasted shock. He'd been walking into the room to with his paper and beer in hand. His beer tilted as he stood rooted in spot. beer dribbled onto his slipper. "Oh be quiet, Davy, your daddy and I are getting mushy." Grandma said and gave me a soft, passionate kiss on the mouth. Her full bottom slowly ground against my crotch. "Mom! That is NOT Dad, that is Jacob, your grandson." He gestured and the forgotten beer sprayed across the room. Grandma shook her head and then looked at me as if startled. "Why so it is. Sorry, Jacob." She slid off of my lap and walked back into the kitchen. Luckily Dad knew about Grandma's earlier bout of confusion. However it didn't stop him from glaring at me like I'd done something wrong. I think it was the spilled beer that also pissed him off. Had he seen the woody that Grandma's passionate kiss and crotch massage with her full warm ass had given me, he'd have freaked out. It freaked me out a little. A day later Grandma returned from her Senior Center activities, after putting her coat away she walked over to where I was sitting at our family computer doing my homework. Putting her hand on my shoulder she said, "Come here for a minute I want to show you something." As I stood up she led me by the hand over to a corner of the room. My parents watched this with wary expressions. I wasn't certain what she intended either. Once we were in the corner she looked up at me and smiled, her eyes flashing with humor. "What do you want to show me?" I asked nervously. She said, "This silly!" and threw her arms around my neck and gave me a passionate liplock. My Dad raced over and pulled her off of me. Grandma reacted with anger and slapped Dad across the face. "David, what the hell do you think you are doing!" "Mom! You can't kiss him like that!" Dad shouted frantically as he rubbed at his stinging cheek. "Look young, man I can kiss your father anyway I want. What's the hell the matter with you kids!" "For Christ Sakes Mom! That's Jacob, your grandson! Dad's dead, dammit! Get hold of yourself and quit acting like a loony!" Grandma stiffened up and slapped Dad across the face again. "You shouldn't talk to your mother that way, even if I am a little confused!" She stormed out of the room. Dad looked apoplectic with fury. I'm not certain but I think my mom tried to hide a grin. At a family meeting Mom, Dad and I discussed the situation. Mom said, "Well, since she didn't suffer brain damage this delusion is obviously being caused by something else." Turning me to she asked, "Did you tell us everything that happened in the accident?" Well, I knew that it was time to man up and tell my parents that I was the reason my grandmother suffered from some sort of trauma. I told them the specifics of what had happened. My father was of course outraged. He slammed his fist on the table. "God dammit you fucking little pervert! Jesus Christ, Jacob! Have some fucking control over yourself!" Mom laid a calming hand on Dad's shoulder. "Come on, Dave it's not like he did it on purpose. Besides I know when you were a teenager you choked your chicken at least twice a day. It was an accident, but it does explain her sudden confusion about Jacob. She needs therapy." "Great another fucking expense we cannot afford. Hopefully Social Security will cover it." Dad said, glaring at me. We brought Grandma into the room and explained that we thought she needed therapy. She refused to hear of it. Dad made a few phone calls to see what could be done. Apparently unless we wanted to have her committed we could not force her to go to therapy, especially when the only problem was that she sometimes confused her grandson with her dead husband. Her confusion worsened. At seemingly random times over the next few days Grandma would get the notion that I was her husband and would hug me, make lewd suggestions and try to kiss me. Whenever this happened my Mom, Dad and I would emphatically correct her. My mom soon put a stop to this however. She'd taken a few books out of the library about delusion and had been reading them. One volume had an underlined passage that stated that sometimes when someone suffering from delusions had their delusions challenged they became defensive. Rather than having the effect of bringing the person back to reality, they retreated further into the delusion. "Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?" Dad grumbled. "Humor her and maybe she will snap out of it. What harm will it do really? So she thinks Jacob is Caleb, eventually she'll realize she's wrong." "So we're supposed to look the other way when she starts making out with our son!" "Oh, for god's sakes Dave, all she wants is a little affection." Mom said annoyed at Dad's tone. "Wait a minute!" I protested. "Don't I get a say in this? I mean I am the one she's after!" Mom's eyes shot daggers into me. "Are you telling me that you can't bring yourself to let your grandmother give you a kiss once in a while?" "Geez, Mom it's not like she is kissing me on the cheek!" Mom still did not let me off the hook. "Are you such a little boy, that you can't man up enough to let your grandmother have a few moments of happiness?" "I love grandma, I just don't see why I've got to be the one to humor her" As soon as I opened my mouth I saw that I'd said the wrong thing to set my father off. "Now listen here, sport! It's your goddamn fault that my mother's out of her fucking head! So you will humor her or you will find another place to live." Shit. "Alright I'll do it." I said, I hoped with the right amount of martyrdom in my tone. Both my parents looked relieved that they wouldn't have to pay for expensive therapy for my grandmother. Mom shook her head in disgust at my attitude. "You know instead of looking at this like it was a big sacrifice on your part, you could look at as an opportunity. Your grandparents had a long loving relationship. Your grandfather always said your grandmother was the best kisser in the world. You could learn a lot from her. Close your eyes and pretend it is Megan Fox or somebody." "God, Marjorie do you have to be so disgusting." Dad said his face scrunched up revulsion. "I'm just saying as long as he has to do it, he might as well take something from it. He's not going to learn how to kiss a woman by watching pornos or looking at Playboys." "I can't hear anymore of this shit. I'm going to bed." Dad stood up from the table and strode out the door. "Pleasant dreams!" Mom called after him. She turned to me, "He'll be snoring away by the time I get up there." She tidied up in the kitchen while I had a glass of milk. As she was leaving, she turned to me and said in a serious tone. "I meant what I said. God, knows your father could've used some instruction." I lingered over my glass of milk, deliberately delaying going upstairs to avoid running into Grandma. This whole incident with Grandma gave me a peek into my parent's marriage which made me uncomfortable. Mom and Dad had met in high school, he was a football player and she was a cheerleader. Although Dad was good enough for high school, he wasn't scholarship material and from what I gathered, spent most of his time goofing off and drinking. My parents got married right after high school, I think because they weren't careful, and Jarrod was born not long after that. Their plans for college were put off and eventually never panned out. Over time beer and lack of exercise had made my Dad's athletic physique into a doughy parody of what it had been. He was forty-eight but looked to be in his late fifties. Mom had pretty much kept her shape, because she actually used the exercise bike and treadmill in their room. Don't get me wrong, you could tell by her graying brown hair, hands and her crows feet that she was in her forties but even after two kids and forty years she still had an hourglass figure. I began to get the idea that Dad was a sort of wham bam thank you ma'am sort of guy and had always been that way. At the beginning his sex drive had matched my mothers but as he grew older weight, age and alcohol had diminished his drive. If Mom and Dad had gone on that second honeymoon Dad probably would have stayed in his room watching tv or sat in the hotel bar watching tv and left my Mom to fend for herself. I think a lot of Mom's sympathy for Grandma stemmed from the fact that she herself was not in a emotionally fulfilling or sexually satisfying relationship. I dreaded knowing that the next time Grandma was confused and thought I was Grandpa Caleb I had to go along with it. My dread was based on disgust but not how you might think and not how my parents thought. Fact is Grandma didn't disgust me. I disgusted myself because I didn't find the prospect of kissing my grandmother to be either gross or repulsive. Actually the idea excited me. Grandma hadn't been the only one affected by our accidental encounter in the shower. The intense orgasm I'd had while seeing Grandma's naked body had messed with my head. I guess you could say it opened my mind a bit. I now think mature women are pretty hot. Don't get me wrong, I still like girls my age but older women also do it for me. For instance Mrs. Ashmore, my English teacher now gives me boners I have to hide behind a book. Mrs. Ashmore is, I'd guess, in her late fifties with short, graying blond hair and slim shape except for her butt which is pretty big. She also had chunky thighs. Yet after my encounter with Grandma I could see the pretty woman Mrs. Ashmore had once been in her youth, superimposed upon her current form. Thinking about the younger Mrs. Ashmore gave me a chubby and looking at Mrs. Ashmore while still horny I found her gray hair, lined face and mature form as beautiful and sexy as the tight, hard body of Jenny Copeland, the head cheerleader. I found it slightly troubling when the mental images of mature women crept into my masturbatory fantasies but when Grandma began to haunt these fantasies and invade my wet dreams I was both ashamed and perversely thrilled. Mom's idea to humor Grandma didn't quite work as planned. The next time that Grandma was confused and kissed me with passion I responded. We ended up making out for a few moments on the sofa next to my parents. My father grew more and more incensed, mostly because we were making too much noise and disturbing his television watching. Grandma came back to her senses and slid off of my lap with the comment she was warm and needed some air. Despite humoring Grandma her attacks of confusion happened more frequently. At first my Dad had a real problem with our kissing sessions but after a couple of weeks these incidents no longer registered on his consciousness. These, like everything else in the house, just became background noise that never intruded upon his leisure time of watching television or reading the paper. My mother was mostly amused by the whole situation but at times I saw her glaring at my father while grandma kissed me. As time went by the make out sessions grew longer and to my shame I gave back as much as I gave. Grandma was Confused Her kisses stirred me and made me want to kiss her back with passion, to make wild passionate love with her! God, I hated myself for being a disgusting pervert! Every time that Grandma kissed me and I liked it, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame. Mainly for having driven her insane but also because I knew that I shouldn't feel pleasure from these kisses. I was no better than some asshole taking advantage of a drunken woman or forcing themselves on a mental patient. After a few days of "humoring" Grandma I began to look forward to the spells when Grandma was confused. I loved the touch of her lips, the sensation of her ripe form pressing against me. Just the thought of her lined face pursed in a kiss would arouse me. In school I daydreamed about kissing her hot, thin lips, her soft jowls and double chin, about my lips caressing the creased skin of her neck. Soon just walking into a room where the smell of her hair or her favorite scent lingered made me horny. I guess it was inevitable that I'd forget myself. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework and Grandma was washing dishes. The combination of her perfume and watching her plump ass as she moved in front of the sink drove me a little mad. Like a man possessed I closed my book and embraced Grandma, putting my arms around her and kissing her on the neck. My iron hard cock pressed up against the soft cushions of her buttocks and my hands cupped her breasts. As she gave a gasp of surprise, I realized Oh shit! Grandma's going to freak since she wasn't having a spell. However Grandma murmured, "Oh, Caleb you're feeling very frisky tonight." She then turned around and gave me a kiss that nearly made me spurt in my pants. She pressed hard up against me, grinding her crotch against mine, and rubbing her breasts against my shirt. When she stood back I could see the hard points of her nipples poking through her bra. After giving me a rock hard erection Grandma gave me a matronly peck on the cheek and said, "Jacob, would you grab a dish towel out of the lower drawer?" I had a bit of trouble doing as she asked because of my huge boner. Grandma however seemed oblivious to my condition, although I could have sworn I saw a slight twinkle in her eyes. After this incident I no longer waited for Grandma to have a spell, I often initiated our make out sessions. As soon as my lips touched hers Grandma became confused and thought I was Grandpa Caleb. You probably think I'm a total shit for doing this and quite frankly so did I. Hell, I knew I was taking advantage of a lonely, delusional woman but by this time I was so sexually enamored of her I needed her as much as she needed me. A month after I began humoring her Grandma made announcement at our family dinner that nearly caused my father to choke on his steak. "I know we are guests in your home, David but I really don't appreciate you making your father and I sleep apart. I'll not stand for it anymore. Either you allow Caleb to return to our marriage bed, or we'll leave and never visit you again." Grandma slipped her hand into mine and held it tightly. "Okay, this has gone on far enough. Look Mom, Dad is...." "David!" Mom's voice snapped out like a whip as she slammed her fork onto the table. Dad's eyes shot daggers at me and Mom but he shut up. "Gladys, the reason that you've been sleeping in separate beds is because neither of the beds is wide enough for two people." Mom said in a calm, gentle voice. This was not exactly true however. I had a twin bed, which I barely fit into but Jarrod had gotten a full bed when he got his first job. "Is that the only reason? Oh, Marjorie dear, don't worry about that. Caleb and I will make do," Grandma gave me a searing look and a wicked smile. Her foot played against mine and her hose clad knee tickled mine. I immediately had a throbbing bar of iron in my pants. The very idea of being in the same bedroom as my grandmother made me randy as hell. However I knew it was a bad idea. Just the mention of sharing the bed had filled my head with erotic scenes of me making love to every inch of her mature body. Grandma stood up. "Well I've said my piece and I expect you to abide by it." She glared at my dad and then smiled at Mom and me. "I'm going to freshen up. See you later, darling." She gave me a wink. As soon as Grandma left the room Dad said. "Oh, my fucking Lord! Well, we've got to put a stop that this nonsense now." Mom nodded and said, "I had a feeling it would come to this. I've been pricing the cost of therapy for her. We'll have to get rid of the sports channels and cut out extraneous expenses like beer, bowling and sports pools" With a small smile Mom added "Besides you won't have time for any of that stuff anymore since you'll need to get a second job." "What! Why in the hell should I get a second job!" Dad roared. Mom rolled her eyes and smiled, "Well, honey- she is your mother." Dad turned his glare on me. "Yeah, but I'm not the one who made her crazy. Why can't Mr. Leaky Faucet here get a job?" "Jacob has to keep his grades up so he can get a scholarship or a partial scholarship to college. If he doesn't a scholarship, I guess we'll never retire. Of course even if he does get a job there's no guarantee that the therapy bills won't eat into our retirement fund." Now you have to understand early retirement was my Dad's major dream. Although, his plans seemed rather lame to me. He wanted to lie around the house every day watching the sports channels, sort of like a weekend that lasted for twenty years. As my Dad saw his dream fade before his eyes, he teared up a bit. Biting his lip, he said, "Well since we can't afford therapy without losing all we've worked for, I guess, you're going to have to take one for the team, sport." "What do you mean, dear?" "I mean it won't do him any harm to share a bed with his grandmother for a little while. You know humor her, until she snaps out of it." "I guess that's as good a suggestion as any," Mom agreed. She gave me an encouraging smile and patted my hand. "Wait a minute! I don't think this is a good idea. Not at all!" I said. A vein popped out on Dad's forehead, he spoke slowly and deliberately. "Why do you have to be so difficult? I'm not going give up the NFL all day ticket just because you couldn't keep your hands off your dick. What's the big goddamned deal about sleeping in the same bed as your grandmother, for God's sake!" Now of course I didn't say, "Well, Dad it's because your mom really turns me on and I am afraid that I might just boink her." So I mumbled something about not getting enough sleep for school. Dad shot that excuse down with an irritated wave. "Is that all? Well, she goes to sleep a couple of minutes after she lies down and she sleeps like a rock all night long." "Must run in the family," Mom muttered. Dad shot her a puzzled expression. "Okay, well that's not the only thing that worries me. Remember she thinks I am grandpa, what if she... you know...wants to... you know... do it." Dad looked like had been poleaxed. I don't know if it never occurred to him that his parents had sex. But he looked dumbfounded for a minute. When he spoke his voice was strained with anger and embarrassment. "I... I can't even believe you'd think that. In the first place this is my mother we're talking about, not some cheap floozie. Second of all, people that age don't have sex. Hell, people my age barely have sex." Mom muttered, "You can say that again." Dad glared at Mom and continued "At the most they cuddle. Surely you can do that." "Okay, but what about the off chance that she might actually want to do something... sexual." Dad shook his head in exasperation. "Look, don't worry about it. It's not gonna happen." Mom shook her head and gave Dad a sour smile. "You can always say you're too tired. That usually works." "Christ, Marjorie do you have to bring that up in front of the kid!" Dad lumbered to his feet, grabbed a can of beer out of the fridge and went into the living room to watch one of his ESPN stations. Well, it was with a combination of anticipation and trepidation that I headed for my grandmother's bedroom that evening. I'd taken a shower mainly as a delaying tactic, hoping she'd be asleep when I went into the room. Just outside her door my mom stopped me. She gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. This was unusual for mom because we are not a touchy feely sort of family-as you may have already figured out. She looked like she was going to start bawling. She gave me a sweet smile "Have a good night" When I opened toe door a thick, perfumed scent accentuated by an earthy musk greeted me. Grandma wasn't asleep. As a matter of fact she was far from it. She lay on her back, propped on a pillow with her hands behind her head. Regarding me with a smoky half lidded gaze, a wicked grin crinkled her beautiful, wrinkled face. She had teased and sprayed her shoulder length silver hair, put on blue eye shadow and carmine lipstick. She was dressed in a sheer black negligee with a black garter belt and black stockings. Her red nailed toes wiggled at me. My eyes traveled up her toned, silk encased legs which were splayed open in invitation. Her frilly black panties were so transparent I could see a gray bush and fat, puffy lips below it. The lips seemed to shimmer as if they were moist and moving. I forced my eyes away from her crotch but I couldn't look completely away. I lingered over the soft rise of her belly and hips and up to the hard nippled breasts lying across her breast bone. Smiling seductively she said, "I've been waiting so patiently for you honey. Why don't you come here and give me a kiss. With a giggle she added, "To start with." Her eyes flickered across my shorts which had become quite tented as I looked at my negligee clad Grandma. Self control, self control! I thought throwing myself stomach first on the bed next to her, I buried my face in a pillow and shouted a muffled. "I'm too tired!" A red nailed hand gripped my shoulder as Grandma kissed it and said with a laugh "Are you sure? It looks like you could stay up for quite a while to me." "Too tired!" I shouted. "Okay, well maybe you'll change your mind after you've rested." Grandma turned off the nightstand light and turned away from me. I don't know how I did it but I managed to fall asleep after an hour or so of lying there tense as a piano wire. Sometime later I had a really vivid dream of Grandma giving me a very intense blowjob. The nightstand light snapped on blinding me momentarily. As my eyes cleared I became aware that this was not entirely a dream, although I was lying on my back I was not getting a blowjob. With her black hose clad knees on either side of my hips Grandma straddled me. Smiling down at me she had the negligee lifted and bunched about her hips giving me a clear view of her garter clad waist, black silken clad thighs, gray-white thatch and puffy maroon lips. She maintained a position so that the head of my cock was held just inside the entrance to her moist, hot pussy. Its pulsations were why I'd dreamed my dick was being sucked. Seeing that I was awake she lowered herself. The thick, puffy lips capped by a profuse patch of grayish white hair sank down to meet my groin. I knew I should say something, do something to stop this but I was paralyzed by desire. Although she was very moist she had to wiggle her hips back and forth to work her pussy down around my rigid cock. I'm not gonna give you any bullshit about having a twelve inch long four inch diameter cock, its just that her snatch was incredibly tight. Probably from not being penetrated for some time. Her creased face held a grimace that straddled the line between pleasure and pain. Yet she grinned as she rocked her hips, her lust glazed eyes burning into mine. Although it hurt her slightly she enjoyed this slow insertion as much as I. I was in heaven and was at first unable to concentrate on much beside the sensation of hot, slick walls clenching, stroking and caressing my cock as they engulfed it. As the wet, swollen pink lips swallowed my cock my eyes were riveted to the moist dew matted gray thatch above the lips. Her love handles slightly spilled over the edge of her garters. I found this excruciatingly erotic. My eyes drifted upwards taking in the aged sag of her hose clad legs, the soft, shaking swell of her belly, the bounce of her flopping, grapefruit sized breasts. Her acorn sized and acorn hard nipples brushed back and forth against silken material of the negligee, the hard protrusions making a mesmerizing, abstract design. Grandma gasped as our groins met and her soft buttocks kissed my balls. Her eyes burned like emerald flames as she wiggled her pussy around the cock impaling her. I bit my lip to keep my rocket from blasting off. Seeing my expression she laughed and pulled the negligee over her head, throwing it to the side. Shaking her head so that her silvery hair billowed, she rocked her hips back and forth. Lifting her pendulant breasts, she aimed the stiff, pink nipples in my direction and gave me a grin that brought out all of laugh lines, crows' feet and creases in her face. "You really like this saggy, ancient body, don't you sweetie? You think this old lady is one sexy bitch." She made me groan as she wiggled her hips again. She laughed and she said, "You just lay there and watch me as I ride your sweet cock. Lie there and watch this body you find so sexy make love to you." As soon as she put her red nailed fingers on her hips, those hips began churning up and down and from side to side in a slow, measured pace. Grandma's pussy loosed a bit as we fucked but it still gripped my prick like a silken glove. My eyes drank in the vision of Grandma riding my cock. I was inside the body I had lusted for ever since the shower incident. My lust for Grandma had grown due to our make out sessions. Although I knew it was wrong because Grandma was confused I still found myself dreaming about this very thing. I dreamt about Grandma happily and wantonly fucking me. I found it hard to breathe as I took in the lovely, sexy traits unique to her mature, matronly form. My eyes most often strayed to her breasts, as they drooped off of her chest, swinging and swaying like fleshy wrecking balls. Grandma noticed my fascination and shook them in front of me. The hard tipped wrecking balls smashed into my face and crushed my control. Liquid fire boiled up from my groin and seared a path to my brain. My brain exploded with mind numbing pleasure as white lava erupted from the skinny volcano buried in my Grandma's cunt. As my face contorted Grandma began slamming her hips up and down. As she milked my orgasm she loudly whispered. "Cum for me honey, cum in the pussy you love so much." Her hot lips molded to mine in a passionate, tongue twisting kiss. Her soft, pillowy breasts crushed against my chest, diamond nubs digging into my breastbone. My moans of pleasure were answered in kind by her, as she shivered and quaked as an orgasm ripped through her. Even after we came we were still in a state of intense excitement and continued to kiss and neck passionately. Our fingers caressed, tickled and explored the other's body as we kissed. Grandma hissed in my ear, "I cannot believe you are still hard after that load you gave me." This was not entirely true, although I hadn't gone completely limp I didn't have a raging hard on either. Passionately embracing this sensually exciting mature woman had kept me in a stimulated state. Grandma's hot, throbbing snatch still held me in its wanton grip. It also made me quite hot thinking about the taboos I was breaking just by being inside this particular pussy. Grandma felt me twitch and stiffen slightly her eyes widened and she gave me a slow, scorching smile that crinkled her face. "Somebody wants to play some more." Giving me a vacuum sealed, tonsil teasing kiss, Grandma slowly humped me. As my dick stiffened harder she rolled onto her side and then onto her back. Tiny shivers ran through me as her silken clad thighs slithered around my hips. The slippery, tickle across my buttocks as her stocking clad feet locked around me sent an electric tingle straight to my now rampant cock. Breaking our kiss, Grandma's hot green eyes blazed into mine and she panted, "Now, love me hard as you can, sweetheart." Not one to disobey his grandmother I thrust into her, slowly and deliberately. Because I didn't want to hurt her I was very gentle. Grandma's nails bit into my shoulders as she clung to me. She gave me a dirty look and hissed, "Harder!" So I plunged back and forth into that exquisite pussy with moderate speed. Still it was not enough for Grandma. Eyes boring into mine she said in chastising tones, "You can do better than that. Come, on fuck me! I'm not going to snap like a twig!" A bit angry at being spoken to like a child, I let her have it. I rammed into her so hard I the bed shook. Her arms and legs constricted around me and her soft, saggy body quivered fluidly with each stroke. Eyes clenched shut, her faced contorted. She let out a wail and a line of fire scorched my back. I stopped in mid-thrust naively thinking I had hurt her. Eyes popping open, she almost angrily shouted, "What the hell are you doing? Don't stop! Pour it on!" Doing my best jackhammer imitation, I resumed fucking Grandma. Realizing that I had just given her an orgasm inflamed me. My cocked pounded into that old lady's snatch like nobody's business. Snaking my arms underneath her back, I grabbed her shoulders underhanded, getting a good grip on her. While giving me additional leverage, it also had the pleasant side effect of squashing her round, pendulant breasts flat against my chest. The hot, hard nubbed cushions rolled and mushed beneath me with every thrust. As I slammed into Grandma for all I was worth we locked into a deep sensuous kiss. My entire universe became centered between our ardent, questing lips and the deep, skin tingling wave of pleasure coursing through my body with every thrust of my iron hard cock slammed into the tight, hot tunnel which gripped and sucked at me as if it had a life of its own. At first Grandma matched my thrusts with her own but she tired, and although she kept her arms and legs tightly wrapped around me, she lay there and allowed me to ram into her. Low guttural moans rose from her throat when first began fucking. These became gradually louder, high pitched whimpering moans which were muffled by our lip lock. The provocative touch of her palpating breasts evoked a desire to experience as much of this piece of Heaven as I could. Breaking our kiss my eyes roamed down her beautiful form so I could get a visual memory of fucking Grandma. Once my mouth was no longer muffling them, Grandma's moans had become increasing louder. I lifted my chest off of her breasts and they flopped about, swinging back and forth on her breast bone like a pair of pink pendulums. Tearing my eyes away, I savored how her loose flesh jiggled and flowed with every plunge of my cock. Even her normally firm, stocking encased thighs swayed and swung with every thrust, demonstrating that they too had succumbed to the effects of aging. Actually seeing my purpled veined prick piston in and out of the white thatch as the burgundy lips gripped and pulsated it sent such a perverse thrill through me that I almost exploded. My cock also rubbed up against the pushed aside black silken panties and each time I did a tickling electric thrill shot through my prick. As I watched my slick, wet cock piston in and out of her sopping, dripping pussy and felt a strange sense of power, like I was conquering and taming this grey haired beast. An immense feeling of satisfaction combined with pleasure accompanied the feeling of power. Knowing I was bringing such intense pleasure to someone I loved made me feel warm inside. Grandma was Confused As my relentless drilling continued quiet moans became soft spoken curses that grew louder and more graphic, going from "Oh, baby, love me hard" to "Fuck my fucking pussy, you bastard, fuck me! Fuck my goddamned cunt hard!" This, from my grandmother, who often slapped her grown son upside the head for cursing in the house. The small part of my mind not preoccupied with absorbing every sensory detail of my first fuck worried about Grandma's very vocal nature. Grandma's room was at the other end of the hall from my parents. My room was in between my parents' room and Grandma's room. Had we been in my room it is sure as shit that my parents would have heard us. Fortunately my room must have been a good sound baffle. Even so as loud as she was I was surprised that she did not wake up the whole neighborhood. Hearing these curses pour from my Grandma as I watched myself pound her pussy sent an electric current through my balls. Stopping immediately I staved off my climax. Grandma shouted "Don't stop, Fuck me!" so loud that my ears rang. As erotic as I found her screams I had a sudden vision of my father bursting into the room and finding us. He'd kill me for molesting his confused mother. My peak having passed I poured it on again, "Shhh, hold it down! You want the whole neighborhood to hear us?" Grandma giggled and blew me a kiss. "Yes, I want the whole world to know how good a lover you are" Our eyes locked and I found myself watching my Grandma's smiling face as I fucked her as hard as I could. I had always loved her face, always found it to be a beautiful face. I now found her face to be intensely titillating. "You're so beautiful, so fucking sexy", I whispered into her ear as I kissed the wrinkled skin of her neck. Her eyes widened slightly and her lips curled into a small, wondering smile. A brilliant flash flitted across her eyes. Grandma's pussy clenched tight around my cock and warmth washed over it. Her face suddenly went slack for a second. She screamed "Oh Shit! Oh Fuck!" Quickly biting her lips to silence her screams, she screwed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw tight. Her back arched slightly, shoving her head up against the headboard. Pushed upwards by the headboard a cloud of grey hair rolled over her forehead and covered her eyes. As she thrust back her head the wattles of her neck were fully displayed. Her contorted face showed just how wrinkled her face truly was, as every line was brought out in a bas relief of pleasure. This intensely erotic visual happened just as Grandma's pussy clamped down on my cock once more. Knowing I could no longer hold back, like a marathon runner saving that last bit of energy for the finish line I drove into Grandma's pussy with such vigor that the bed rocked against the wall and walked a few inches. An atomic bomb exploded behind my eyes, another went off from within my balls. Megatonnes of ecstasy obliterated my consciousness and I let loose with a groaning, grunt that seemed to echo in the room. For a few moments we clung to each other, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Grandma urged me onto my back and lay across my chest. Pressed against my chest her pendulant breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing making her seem to rock back and forth. As her hammering heart slowed she gazed at me with an expression of lust and adoration. This time, despite her tight, throbbing pussy my spent cock did go completely limp. It slipped out of her. A perverse thrill ran through me as I felt hot fluid drip across my naked thighs and wilted dick as the two loads I'd blasted into my Grandma slowly trickle out of her. As my eyes drifted downwards my tired cock gave a slight twitch as I watched her black panties darken as they soaked up the love fluids seeping from her still pulsing lips. Grandma's saw where I was staring and gave me a wicked grin. She pressed her wet crotch against my thigh and rubbed some of the hot stickiness against me. "I love the feeling of a man's juice slowly oozing out of me after a good fuck. And that's quite a lot of juice, buddy boy." She leaned over me reached into her night stand drawer and took out a leather cigarette case and a small tin ashtray. As she tilted back I watched her drooping breasts sway, her nipples were still hard and engorged, giving me the urge to suck on one like a piece of candy. She dropped the ashtray on my chest, clicked open the cigarette case, shook out one and slipped it between her coral lips. Sliding out the lighter she flicked it once, lit her cigarette and tossed the case back into the drawer. Taking a deep drag, she removed the cigarette from her mouth and held it before her. She exhaled a plume of smoke at the tip of her cigarette to make it burn more evenly. Now my grandmother did not smoke, or at least hadn't for years. As intensely erotic as I found this, indeed seeing her mouth curl around the cigarette made my exhausted cock tingle, it made me feel horrible. I thought that by humoring Grandma to let her think I was Grandpa Caleb, I'd made her regress even more. That she was also thinking it was several years in the past. Noticing the horror in my eyes, Grandma gave me a wicked smile and let smoke curl out of her nose. Her eyes became flirty with a hint of humor. "Even though I gave them up years ago I still wanted to indulge in a cigarette after really good sex. Grinning around her cigarette, she took another puff and let loose a smoke curled chuckle. "That's why I bought a fresh pack a week ago" Had she been so confused even earlier, had my giving into my lust driven her over the edge of sanity? She smoked contemplatively, her thin, delicate red nailed fingers tickling my chest and playing with my chest hair. Dropping a long ash onto the ashtray resting on my chest she shot a plume of smoke over my head and looked over the burning ember of her cigarette. Giving me a scalding, merry gaze her lips curved into a sly grin. "So... how did you like fucking your old granny? You seemed to like it a lot." At first I was so shocked by her question I could only gape at her. She stared fully into my eyes and laughed. Taking another puff of her cigarette she blew the smoke into my face playfully. "Well, silly, cat got your tongue?" You cannot understand the great relief that I felt at realizing that Grandma knew who I was. All the guilt I had accumulated over the past two months fell off of me like a great weight lifted off of my back. Mom had been right; by humoring Grandma I'd cured her. "Grandma you're cured!" Laughing she waved her cigarette in front of my face. Her eyes shimmered with mirth. "Cured of what? Cured of being crazy?" she asked with a merry grin, "No, I am still crazy... about you." She moved the ashtray aside an inch to give me a kiss on my chest. "I am also crazy like a fox." Her smile became sly once more. "Haven't I made it possible for us to fuck each others brains out to our hearts content without having to sneak around? Unless of course my cheapskate son really does decide to pay for therapy. In the case of that unlikely event, I will become cured. and we will figure something out." I could only gape. Grandma laughed at my expression and hugged me tightly. "Oh, darling, don't tell me you fell for my little act as well." Cradling her head on my chest she gazed into my eyes. "I admit I was more than a bit surprised to discover that you had such a strong desire for me. Not knowing you were in the shower it startled me to see you there naked and aroused. When you spurted all over my naked body it literally knocked me off my feet. You were so beautiful and sexy that it took my breath away. Sorry I scared you when I tripped and fell like a stupid old woman. "Knowing that you found me so sexy was both flattering and exhilarating. Over the next few days I gave it a lot of thought. I finally decided I'd make your dream come true. What the hell, we're both adults, I can't get pregnant, it's better than you masturbating all the time, and quite frankly, being wanted by such a handsome young man makes my old pussy soaking wet. That you're my grandson makes it so sordid, taboo and exciting." She grinned her eyes half lidded with desire. "When you didn't make another move I decided I'd have to do so but every damned time I tried it, one of your parents interrupted us. I soon realized that we'd never get any privacy. Plus I don't much like the idea of sneaking around. So I came up with my little plan. I even underlined the passages in the books that your mother took out of the library to help convince them to "humor" me. Now when ever we get the urge, I'll just have one of my "spells" and we can go at it like a couple of minks." Grandma stubbed out her cigarette and put the ashtray on her nightstand. She pulled a small mirror out of her nightstand drawer and checked her make-up. Grandma winked at me as she touched up her eyeshadow and blew me a kiss as she re-applied lipstick. She then put her chin back on my chest she gave me an exaggerated look of contrition although her eyes sparked with humor and lust. "I'm sorry if I scared you into thinking I was losing my mind." She kissed my chest, murmuring. "I guess I'll have to find some way to make it up my sweet, loving grandson." She kissed her way down my stomach leaving a trail of red lip marks as she worked down to my rapidly stiffening dick. Teasing it with her tongue she soon had me up and ready, hard as telephone pole. Looking me straight in the eye, she engulfed the head between her lips and held it there, marking the rim of my dick with a crimson ring. After tickling the tip with her tongue she took her lips off and blew on it softly. Seeing the red mark and her pouting lips almost made me spurt in her face. Had we not just fucked, I probably would have. Her eyes danced with laughter as she cooed, "Maybe I should stop. After all, you never did answer me. How did you like being inside granny's pussy, cumming inside granny's pussy and feeling granny cum all over your cock?" Somewhat embarrassed, I whispered, "I liked it." "Just liked?" she asked, teasingly, running a red nailed finger up my shaft. As her blue veined hand stroked my shafted it visibly twitched. "It seems like you more than liked it. Hard as you are now, it seems like you loved being fucked by your old granny? Did you love being fucked by your old granny?" Licking the head of my aching penis once more she smiled wickedly at my full body shiver of pleasure. "It seems like you love it when your granny plays with your cock but I can't be sure. Why don't you tell granny how you feel so she isn't confused." She emphasized the last word and gave me a throaty laugh. She slowly slipped her soaked panties off, smiling as I watch them dangle off her left foot before they fell to the floor in a heap. She leaned back and spread her legs, and her dark pink pussy opened like a dark red rose silhouetted against a cloudy sky. Okay, I may have been stupid enough to fall for Grandma's confused act and I may have been a little slow on the uptake at that particular moment but I'm not a total idiot. I put my left arm around my grandma's shoulders and pulled her up to face me as my right hand slowly brushed through the damp gray thatch between her legs. As I kissed the curve of her shoulder my fingers softly stroked through her hair and against her dewy lips and still rigid clit. She hissed in pleasure as I softly squeezed her clit and kissed hard against the furrowed skin of her breast bone. As my mouth worked across her breast bone and the curve of her right breast, I said "I have the sexiest grandmother in the world. Since I saw you in the shower I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. At night I stain my sheets dreaming about you; about holding you, kissing you, eating that silver haired snatch, fucking your sweet, mature big lipped pussy, Every day just looking at you makes me so horny that I make my hand and cock sore fantasizing about you." Grandma smiled so deeply that her face dimpled, the wrinkles about her lips and eyes crinkled and my cock twitched from how arousing I found this. "You're sweet, but I know its just my big tits and ass, and willing pussy that you like. I'm not a hard bodied cheerleader." I hefted her right breast and licked the rigid nipple. She shivered in pleasure and moaned as I sucked the nipple into my mouth. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and thrummed her clit with my thumb. She closed her eyes and her face scrunched up as pleasure coursed through her. Grandma's right hand had been softly stroking my engorged dick but it slipped away as she grabbed her left breast and squeezed it around the nipple. Her left hand clutched my shoulder, nails digging painfully into my skin. "I do love my granny's big tits, round ass and sweet pussy but I also love your sexy silver hair, I love how soft and smooth your skin is, I love your crow's feet and the wrinkled skin over your breasts and your neck's wattled skin turns me on. When your veined hand was stroking my chest, it made me so hot and when you were stroking my cock, I could barely stop myself from spurting." Her pussy pulsated sucking my fingers in so I started pumping. "I want to kiss every one of your age spots because they are so sexy." Grandma moaned, arching her back and neck slightly as she experienced a small orgasm, "When you do that I can see every line and wrinkle on your face, neck and chest and it drives me crazy, I want to rub my dick against every seam and pucker, to fuck those saggy, lined tits and drive my aching, rock hard cock into that gray haired pussy all at the same time and watch you quiver and shake as we cum together." Grandma shrieked incoherently and went rigid, her upper torso contorted and her flushed, swollen nippled breasts rose and pressed hard against my face. I delighted in the pillowy touch as breathed in the sweet scent of perfume and sweat . Her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers as hot moisture covered them. Her arms flew around my back and she pulled me tight against her. As her fingers bit into my back, she breathed heavily into my ear. Grandma shivered for a few seconds and her heart hammered against my chest as her pussy palpitated around my fingers. I slowly withdrew my fingers, shifted my position and lined up my cock. As I slowly entered her silky buttery and quavering passage, she gasped and bit her crimson smeared lips. Her loving green eyes were luminescent with orgasmic delight, "Wait a second, baby, let granny catch her breath. Oh, Jacob you fill me so nice. Let me savor it for a minute." Her lips sealed against mine as her legs crossed against my back and her stockinged feet rested on my buttocks. Her eyes bore into my as she broke our kiss for breath. "Okay, sweetie let's do but this time nice and slow. I want to make it last as long as possible." I gazed deep into Grandma's eyes as one of my hands caressed her hard nippled breast and my other hand slid through her long silver hair while my hips slowly churned, driving my iron hard cock deep into her welcoming pussy. Grandma grinned and once again drew me into a passionate kiss. I had the feeling that Grandma was going to be confused quite a lot from now on.