7 comments/ 73374 views/ 18 favorites A Week with Memaw Ch. 01 By: Ignoble Author's Note - Remember the story I posted here called "The Shapiro Slumber Party?" Well, I've had quite a few people asking for sequels, so I give you this prequel. Remember that girl named Anna who we found out had been in an incestuous relationship? This story takes place a few months before the slumber party and reveals all the stuff she couldn't tell her friends. * I was very cranky that Saturday morning and not trying to hide it at all. At the ripe old age of eighteen years old, I was absolutely convinced that I was mature enough to be allowed to stay home alone for one short week, but my folks apparently believed I still needed a babysitter. I mean, at this age, girls were doing the babysitting, not being babysat, but evidently my parents didn't trust me that much. I guess they were worried that my friends and I would trash the place with a wild party or something, a fear that was not entirely unfounded by the way, but that didn't improve my mood any. As we drove across town to my grandmother's home, my folks did their best to ignore the very bad mood in the back seat, but as we reached her neighborhood my step-mother finally broke the tense silence in our car. Half turning in her seat so that she could look back at me, she gave me one final scolding, reminding me to be on my best behavior for my dad's mother. There was really no reason for me to give her a hard time, she pointed out, inasmuch as Memaw had done nothing at all to earn it. She even reminded that she would be given a full report on how I'd behaved on her return and that she hoped that my grandmother would have nothing bad to report. This last minute lecture did nothing to improve my mood and so I answered it by continuing to sulk, staring out the window as house after identical suburban house passed. This was going to be the most boring week of my life. Stupid dad taking my stupid step-mother on a stupid second honeymoon. Stupid Memaw who didn't turn my stupid folks down when they stupidly asked her to look after me so that I could just stay home. Alone. With all of my friends. As we pulled into Memaw's driveway however, I suddenly found something that distracted me from my bad mood. The front of the home next door to my grandmother's was lined with planters full of beautiful, decorative plants and there, kneeling in the grass in front of one, tending a veritable sea of flowers, was a woman. As I recalled, that house had been up for sale the last time I came to visit Memaw and so I knew that she must have moved into that house very recently. I decided to take a closer look at this newcomer. She was noticeably younger than my step-mother, much less my grandmother, and still in good shape with a slender and toned figure, her skin gleaming under a thin sheen of sweat this summer morning. Her breasts were large and full, but not oversized like a porn star, her legs were long and smooth, and her butt looked nice and taut. I could see that her hair was a soft cinnamon - worn long but pulled back into a ponytail and mostly hidden under the paisley kerchief she'd tied on to do her gardening. If I were being picky, I might complain that her nose was a bit big, but the big green eyes, full and pouting lips, and spattering of freckles more than made up for that. She was dressed in a pair of tennis shoes, some khaki shorts and a green sleeveless, buttoned up top and looked every inch the stereotypical suburban housewife. My interest was immediately piqued, I cannot deny. Perhaps this wasn't going to be a week of utter boredom, after all! It seemed to me that my interest was being returned as well. She happened to glance over towards us as my parents and I were emerging from the car and I saw her eyes stop dead when they landed on me. It wasn't hard at all for me to read the way she was studying me - I've seen it plenty of times before, after all. I favored her with a small and knowing smile and she hurried to look away, her face going a bright red as she pretended to turn her attention back to her flowers. My step-mom also noticed the way this woman and I were looking each other over and hurried to put an end to it, calling on me to come and help unload my bags from the car. I did as I was told without a comment, though I made sure to give my father's wife an amused little smirk once my back was turned to my grandmother's new neighbor. The sour look I got from my step-mother in return was priceless. In the meantime, my dear old dad was focused entirely on the time right now, calculating in his head just how soon they would have to leave to make sure they got to the airport on time, and so he barely gave the woman even a cursory glance and, as usual, failed to notice the interplay between his wife and daughter. "Well, there you are! Welcome, welcome!" My grandmother came bursting out of her home then, rushing out to greet us with all of the irrepressible energy and enthusiasm of someone half her age. She busied herself with handing out hugs freely to one and all, talking endlessly about how good it was to see us and how much fun she and I were going to have over the coming week. As I listened without any real interest to the older generation chatting there on the lawn, smiling and nodding where appropriate, it occurred to me that Memaw had just told her eavesdropping neighbor exactly who I was, why I was there, and how long I would be staying for. I didn't need to turn back again to look and see if the woman next door really was listening as she could hardly have missed a word. Following behind Memaw, my family trooped up to the house then, dad carrying all of my bags save for the one small overnight case I'd made a point of taking myself. If I had read the way she was looking at me correctly, then I was confident that the woman next door would leap at the opportunity to look back over here and study me some more just as soon as we turned away and so I made sure to put a little something extra into the way my butt swung as I walked. At the door, I paused to hold the door open for my burdened dad so that I would have the opportunity to linger on the front porch for just a moment longer. When I looked back, I was pleased to see that I'd been entirely right - the woman's eyes were all but glued to my tight little ass. The neighbor jumped in alarm as she realized that she'd been caught again, turning back to her garden and digging into it so furiously that she uprooted a bunch of her biggest blooms. I was grinning to myself as I went on inside, closing the door behind me. Dad and I took my things back to Memaw's guest room - once the very bedroom in which he had grown up! I could unpack and get things sorted out myself later, so dad just dumped the suitcases on the bed and left the room, but I was careful to put away that overnight bag in the closet just in case my grandmother got it into her head to come and unpack for me. There was no reason for her to see what I had in there. I paused then to take a look at myself in the mirror over the dresser table. What I saw, was a gorgeous young girl looking back at me from the looking glass. I had a mane of deep, rich auburn hair which came cascading down in waves to spill delightfully over my shoulders. My eyes were big and a captivating, sparkling blue, and I had a cute little button nose perched just above full and eminently kissable lips. While most kids my age were being victimized by the scourge of acne, I had managed with a great deal of effort to keep my face almost clear in order to showcase my peaches and cream complexion. I had a trim, perfect figure that mounted such delightful assets as a nice pair of long legs, a tight butt, and a pair of pert breasts that were just exactly the right size for my slender frame. I was dressed very casually that morning in a pair of faded and artfully ripped jeans, an old T-shirt that advertised my favorite band, and a pair of comfortable but well-worn sneakers. I hadn't expected to have to face anybody but my own grandmother today and so I had dressed down for comfort, had only brushed out my hair without doing anything to style it, had worn no perfume at all, and hardly had on any make-up whatsoever. And yet, I had still managed to knock the socks off that lady next door with nothing but a glance! Can anybody really doubt that I'm the hottest thing around? Glancing to the side, I found my step-mom standing in the open doorway, just watching me with a cross look on her face. I don't doubt for a moment that she imagined that I was preening for that woman next door and I wickedly chose to do absolutely nothing to dissuade her from that notion. Laughing at her annoyance and discomfort, I blew her a kiss before brushing past her to return to the living room where dad and Memaw were waiting. I threw myself onto a couch from which I could see out the window into the neighbor's front yard, not trying at all to hide the fact that I was looking for that neighbor lady from the step-mother who was right on my heels. The woman next door had vanished though and I wondered if she had dashed inside to make herself a little more presentable in case she got to see me again. My dad's wife stood over me with her arms crossed, her whole body trembling with fury as she alternated between glaring at me and shooting positively venomous looks towards the neighbors. She was so cute when she was jealous. Almost grinding her teeth, she demanded of my grandmother in an unnecessarily harsh voice just who that was next door. Dad was still distractedly pondering his timetables, but how Memaw failed to notice what sort of mood her daughter was suddenly in was more of a question. She answered the question quite cheerfully. I noticed. A young couple had moved in next door to her just a month or two ago and naturally Memaw had gone over there with a casserole to welcome them to the neighborhood, so she was able to give us a full report. Their names were Don and Naomi Carroll and they had been married for only a handful of years now, so my grandmother dubbed them newlyweds still. They seemed happy enough for the most part, but Don had some kind of marketing job that required him to take a lot of business trips and so Naomi was spending a lot of time at home alone. "She says she's all right whenever I talk to her, but I think she may just be putting up a brave front. You just know that she must get awfully lonely spending so much time all alone over there." I digested all of this information every bit as carefully as the woman next door had done those snippets about me, let me tell you. My step-mom was looking at me when she asked if the neighbor woman just happened to be all alone right now. When she was told that she was, that Don had left on another of his long business trips only the day before, a look of dismay appeared on her face. I could see the gears working in her head and knew that she was trying to decide if it might be better for me to stay home after all so that I wouldn't be anywhere near my grandmother's new neighbor. The prospect of me being all alone in that house without any adult supervision to temper my . . . youthful enthusiasm though didn't really bear thinking about though, so far as she was concerned. Besides, after the big fuss she made over how I shouldn't stay home alone for a whole week, there was really no way she could come up with a plausible way to send me back home here at the last minute that wouldn't come across as insulting to her husband's mother. Beyond which, dad would never agree to drive me back home as it would upset the schedule he had been so carefully working out. Watching her face as she worked all of this out, I just kept on smiling serenely. The subject of conversation changed in an inevitable direction, then. My folks wouldn't be able to stay for long - they had that plane to catch, after all - but they evidently they did have the time to sit down and gossip with Memaw over a seemingly endless parade of relatives and family friends. I was quickly bored out of my mind and so I took my leave of the three of them, commenting that I wanted to go out in the backyard and say hello to my grandmother's dog - Hugo, the Great Dane. My step-mom just watched me go without comment, but I could see the suspicion in her eyes. Hugo could be an imposing dog, to be sure - large, muscular, and armed with a fearsome bark - but we'd first met when he was a puppy and I had never known him to be anything but friendly and playful. He remembered me, too, as a great playmate and came rushing over to greet me with his tail wagging so fast and so hard that it was a blur. As I cuddled and played with the dog, I stole a glance at the window and, sure enough, saw my step-mother peeking out at me. Hugo and I had spent only a little time playing and getting to know each other again before we were distracted by just what I had been expecting and my step-mom had been fearing. The back door of the house next door swung open and Naomi Carroll emerged rather timidly, trying to make it look like she just happened to be coming out to take care of some chore, not hoping to meet me. The way she kept glancing over at me as she edged towards the chainlink fence that separated the two yards spoiled the pretense, however. She actually had cleaned herself up some for me, I noticed with a carefully hidden smile, but only a little. She obviously did not want it to be so obvious that she was trying to impress the pretty little teenaged girl next door. I found myself wondering at how very eager this pretty little recently wedded housewife was to throw herself at some perfect stranger she knew only from catching the briefest glimpse, but put it down to the fact that he her husband was apparently away a lot and so she simply had to be feeling awfully lonely and neglected. Well, that and the fact that I was so damn cute! I gave her a little time, but when she proved too cowardly to actually draw too close to the fence or to even try to talk to me, I decided to put her out of her misery. As I ventured over, I did not look back to see if my step-mom was still spying on me, but, knowing her as I did, guessed that she probably was. "Oh, hello there!" I called in a cheerful, casual voice as I reached the fence, wearing my biggest, friendliest smile. "You must be my grandmother's new neighbor! I'm Anna - Anna Mondale." The woman jumped visibly when she heard me call out to her, quite surprised apparently that I might be interested in speaking to her. The excitement obvious on her face, she wanted to reach me before I lost interest in her and so she hurried over to where I stood so quickly that she almost stumbled. I offered up a hand for an innocent hand shake and noticed that her's were trembling when she took it. "Hi," she answered breathlessly, hanging onto my hand and probably not even realizing that she was doing it. "My name is Naomi Carroll." We chatted for a little while, getting to know one another, though we were both starting this new relationship with a little white lie. She was pretending that she had not just eavesdropped on our conversation out front and so I was pretending that I had not just gotten the full skinny on her from my grandmother, and so we wasted some time talking about things we already knew. But I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time - not when it gave me a chance to interact with her a little and see for myself what kind of personality she had. What I found her to be was warm and sweet and intelligent, but also kind of needy. It was plain that she was miserably lonely what with her husband gone all the time and living in this new neighborhood where she didn't really know anyone. She was anxious to have a new friend. Or maybe something more? I may have originally come out here mostly to annoy my step-mother, but I was now very interested in seeing where things went with this woman. After we'd been talking for a little while, Mrs. Carroll finally made her move. She'd managed to steer the discussion in the direction of hobbies and, though she affected great modesty about her talent, she earnestly explained to me that she was an amateur artist. She confided that she had gone so far as to convert the second bedroom of her home into a little studio. She chuckled in a self-deprecating sort of way, adding, "My husband's running out of patience with me. I've got so many canvases and sketch books stacked everywhere that you can hardly get around in our home. You should see it, Anna." Well, I wasn't going to pass up an opening like that. "I'd love to." She started. "What?" "I'd love to come over some time to see your . . . artwork." There could be no mistaking what I really meant, my voice low and intimate as I looked at her through my eyelashes. My message was clearly received, that much was obvious. I could see that she was nervous - frightened, even. Her eyes were huge and never left me for an instant, her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and she was trembling. The woman looked so skittish that I wondered if she would go sprinting for her house if I looked at her wrong. Obviously, this was the closest Naomi had ever come to cheating on her husband. Hugo was giving me little nudges with his nose, wanting me to play with him some more, but I wasn't about to turn my attention away from this hot little housewife now, not when we'd reached such a crucial moment. The dog finally took the hint and, with a disgruntled snort, went off to stretch out in the grass and watch us. I firmed my grip on that hand as I slowly drew Naomi even closer, my smile both reassuring and enticing. "I'm looking forward to it," I murmured in a low, husky voice that sent a visible shiver through her, "being all alone with you . . . looking at your art." My nose twitched a little as we were now so close that I could smell her perfume . . . and her arousal. I raised a hand, making her jump nervously and try to pull away only to be held still when I held tightly onto that hand. Brushing back a few loose strands of her hair that the breeze had blown out of place, I then let my fingertips trail lightly down her cheek to cup her chin, gently turning her face this way and that as if I were critically examining her features. "You know," I told her in my best throaty purr, "you're quite a piece of artwork, yourself." Naomi was nearly overcome, breathing so hard that I wondered if she would hyperventilate, her face glowing a hot crimson, and her legs getting so very unsteady that I feared she would fall if I took my hands off her. Hardly able to find her voice, she tried to answer but all that emerged from her throat was a plaintive little groan. Licking her lips as she tried desperately to compose herself, she tried again. "Thank you, Anna, but if I'm a piece of artwork, you must be a masterpiece! I've never in my life met a girl as beautiful as you." She hesitated a moment, then added, "Maybe, instead of just looking at my paintings, I could get you to pose for one?" I thought I could guess where this was going - she wanted me out of my clothes just as quickly as possible and a nude portrait might be a clever way to make that happen. If such a picture ever actually got made, I had to assume that her husband would see it eventually even if she tried to hide it from him. How would she ever be able to explain to him, I wondered, that she was doing naked pictures of their next door neighbor's granddaughter! "I'll have to think about that," I told her with a knowing smile, "but it does sound like it might be fun." My hand had surrendered her chin by then and moved downwards, my fingertips lightly stroking her throat for just a moment. I was pleased to note that she was looking less and less fearful now as lust started taking over, her desire for me flaming out of control. That was good since I wanted her full attention to be focused on pleasing me if we got together, not on what her absent husband might think of all of this. A Week with Memaw Ch. 01 I couldn't be bothered to look back towards Memaw's house just then, but I did wonder if my step-mother was still watching me. If she was, I thought I could guess what she thought of all of this! Dad might end up having a rather disappointing second honeymoon. At the collar of Naomi's top, nimble fingers unfastened one and then two of the buttons. I loved the way she let out little whimpers when those buttons came undone, but even more I loved the fact that she did not try to pull away from me again. I laid a palm flat against her freckled chest, turning my hand sideways so that my fingers disappeared inside her shirt, nearly sending her to her knees. "If you ask really nicely, you might even get me to pose nude for you." Considering how anxious she could be, I had decided that I would make things a little easier for her by broaching this subject myself. "Would you like me to do that? Would you like me to pose in nothing but my birthday suit?" She didn't deny or try to downplay it. "Oh, yes! More than anything!" I leaned forward over the chainlink fence and she did so too, eagerly, thrilled that I was going to favor her with a little kiss. We were only inches away from each other when our little interlude at the fence was finally interrupted. "Oh, Anna? Your parents just left and I thought we could . . ." Memaw came to a sudden stop on her back porch, her voice dying as she discovered what I was doing with her next door neighbor. "Um, Anna? Can I speak to you inside, please?" My new friend could not hide her fright at this turn of events. Would my grandmother tell her husband Don about how intimate we had been getting out here? Would my grandmother call the cops and try to charge her with molesting a child since I was only eighteen? Naomi stepped away from me fast and would probably have bolted off to hide in her house had I not still been holding onto that hand. "Don't worry about this," I reassured her in a voice pitched too low for my grandmother to overhear, keeping utterly calm in the face of this minor debacle. "I'll take care of everything, okay? I'll see you later." Giving her a supremely confident smile, I released her hand at long last and turned away to head back to the house. "Coming, Memaw!" I didn't bother to turn back and watch, but as I made my way back across the yard to where my grandmother waited on the back porch, I could clearly hear Naomi's footsteps as she made a dash for her home. I allowed myself a little sigh and made up my mind that, one way or another, this conversation was going to be a brief one. What was the point of sitting down and having a long and reasonable discussion after all if your latest conquest was making a run for the border in the meantime? I noted that Memaw was aiming a disapproving look towards her neighbor as I passed her, but I just walked past her in silence, my head held high. I suppose some people might have been a little embarrassed over getting caught in a moment like that by their own grandmother, but to my mind there was absolutely no reason for me to feel any shame at all. My grandmother held her tongue as she followed me inside her house to the living room, motioning for me to sit on the couch. I did so, still without saying a word. Memaw began speaking somewhat hesitantly, pacing back and forth slowly across the room in front of me as she searched for the right words. Though I made sure to hold my face in the mask of bored indifference so stereotypical for us teens, I did take note of the way she kept glancing over at me as she started her lecture, I believed at first to make sure I was listening and to see how I was reacting. She started by telling me that she knew just what I was going through, reminding me that she had been my age once herself. It was perfectly normal, so she claimed, for a girl my age to get all hot and bothered pretty easily what with all of those hormones rushing and raging around my body. It was perfectly normal for a teenager to think that they were really into someone when it was really just a passing crush that would likely have evaporated into thin air by the next day. She took a longer look at me and seemed to be waiting for some kind of response, so I allowed her a nod. I've gotten very experienced at catching people trying to check me out on the sly and I have to say I was quite startled when I thought I saw her eyes dip down to my firm little boobs. She hurried to continue with her speech, telling me how sacred an institution marriage was, how it meant forsaking all others to devote yourself to only one person for the rest of your life. The way she described it, the absolutely worst thing a married person could possibly do is fool around on their spouse. That was simply the most brutally personal way someone could betray the person they had just promised before their family, their friends, and their God to love, honor, and cherish forever and ever. She turned another look in my direction, again waiting for some kind of response, but once again I confined myself to a petulant nod. Her eyes dipped again and this time there was no doubt in my mind that she was trying to check out the shape of my pert boobs through the T-shirt I was wearing. Interesting! It occurred to me that the next door neighbor might not be the only lonely woman around here. It wasn't as if my folks and I or anybody else in this family were visiting her as often as we should, after all. Also, she lived alone not because she was divorced or a widow or anything, but because her husband had succumbed to the ravages of Alzheimer's and, since she had been unable to cope with the level of care he needed, had been forced to move into a nursing home. Okay, so she was lonely. Did that really mean she might be just as interested in some quality time with me as the newlywed next door seemed to be? I decided to find out. I shifted a little on the couch, making it seem perfectly innocent and yet still managing to pull on my shirt so that it molded itself to my chest better, giving her a better look. She responded to that by having a nice, long look indeed, licking her lips, but also by pacing a little too far in one direction and nearly crashing headlong into her cabinet of curios. Her face went a hot red and she could not look away from my tits fast enough. Wow! Who would have ever guessed that Memaw was into girls?! I had known her my whole life and had certainly never suspected. The third part of her lecture proved to be about how I needed to make good choices in my life. It was around about my age that a girl started earning herself a reputation and I needed to make sure it was a good one. The last thing I wanted to be known as, she assured me, was an evil home wrecker. That was the kind of stigma that would follow me for a long time, maybe even for the rest of my life, according to her. She dared to shoot another look in my direction then, so I just kept right on nodding, adding the kind of exasperated look that said I already knew all of this. However, I also crossed my arms right beneath my bosom, pretending not to notice how I was also ever so slightly lifting my firm little tits towards her. She gasped, looking away hastily and stuttering badly when she next tried to speak. The final chapter of this lecture said that no matter how beautiful her new neighbor might be, no matter how sweet and charming she might seem, I should not allow her to lead me into something that I would surely regret. That bit actually started me out of the shock that I had gone into upon the revelation that my own grandmother was so very into little ol' me. What? Did she really think that Naomi Carroll had been the one doing the seducing out there? Had she not noticed who was controlling everything that happened by that fence and who was wobbling on weak knees? I guess she wanted to think the best of her son's little girl, that I was just an innocent who was being led astray, but she was ignoring a whole lot of evidence to maintain that fiction. I spent a little time then thinking of the words Memaw had used to describe her neighbor - words like beautiful, sweet, and charming - and found myself wondering if my grandmother might have a little crush on her neighbor's wife, but was afraid to try anything. Certainly it was possible. I had already satisfied myself that she was into women, after all. It was beginning to look like my week-long exile here was going to offer some very interesting possibilities. I had been foolish indeed to just assume it would be a week of boredom. As I considered my next move, I took a moment to finally consider the woman standing before me as a woman and not just as my kindly old grandmother. Don't get me wrong, the years had not passed her by without doing some damage, but I have to say that I was rather surprised to realize just how hot the woman still was. I knew from all the old black and white photos that I'd seen that Memaw had always been a rather shapely woman and that she had struggled all of her life to keep a reasonably trim figure, but she didn't really bother with any of that anymore. She had packed on more than a few extra pounds now as a result, but it made her look more voluptuous than obese. Her shoulder-length hair was mostly silver these days, though a few strands of it's youthful auburn still showed through, and was worn in a style that could be maintained with minimal effort. Her eyes were the same vivid blue as mine - sparking more than one comment from our relatives over the years that I must have gotten them from her - and tucked behind a pair of bifocal glasses. Her face was lined, but as I really examined her now for the first time, I decided that they had not stolen away her beauty so much as given her a different sort. The blouse she wore was white and embroidered with flowers and filled with a bosom that looked reasonably large, but would surely be sagging if not for her bra. She was also wearing a pair of green slacks - that did absolutely nothing for her legs or butt, by the way - and had rounded out her ensemble with a pair of shoes that were as comfortable as they were hideously unfashionable. I pursed my lips for a moment to consider, but made my decision swiftly. While she might be a little old and it might be a bit perverse for me to do such a thing with my own grandmother, I didn't see any reason why the two of us couldn't have a little fun. Remembering that she was waiting for me to say something, not to mention that my little playmate next door might be packing to make a run for it even now, I brought my inspection to an end. I knew what she wanted, of course. She wanted to hear me say that I was very sorry for what had happened in her backyard and that I wouldn't let anything like that ever happen again. That was not at all what she was going to get, though. Patting the couch cushion beside me, I told her, "Come and sit down, Memaw." She didn't move so much as one step closer to me. "Anna . . ." "Come and sit down, Memaw," I said again, more firmly this time to let her know that I meant it, patting that cushion a little harder. "Now." She looked more than a little startled that I would speak to her like that, her eyes wide. She hesitated a long moment, watching me uncertainly, but then shuffled over to the couch and sat down next to me. Though I carefully maintained the mask I had put on for her benefit, on the inside, I was laughing at the way she was looking at me - almost as if she thought this was some kind of trap. The woman could never have imagined the kind of thoughts that made themselves at home in her granddaughter's pretty little head. Shifting sideways on the couch so that I faced her, I gave her a little smile. "There are some things going on here that I need to talk to you about, Memaw. "The first thing is that the bitch your son married, my step-mother, has a serious thing for me. She's been hitting on me and trying to get me to hop into bed with her practically from the moment we met. I keep telling her no and I don't tell anyone because I don't want dad to get hurt again - not after what mom did to him, I mean - but it hasn't dissuaded her from trying to get me to put out for her." The old woman gasped softly, raising a hand to her lips, shocked to realize that her son had twice now chosen himself a pretty poor excuse for a wife as we'd always presented her with the image of a seemingly idyllic family. I gave her a second or two to recover from this revelation, but then pressed on. "The second thing is that your next door neighbor was not hitting on me so much as I was hitting on her. Naomi Carroll is a hot woman, if a little needy, and if I decide that I want to fuck her, then that's exactly what I'm going to do. Look at it this way: Her husband will probably never find out it happened, I'm not interested in stealing her away from him and so I won't try to break up their marriage, and a little extracurricular fun might be just the thing to make her feel a little more relaxed and happy." "Oh, Anna!" she cried plaintively. "What are you saying?!" Memaw was obviously appalled at how casually I was dismissing her concerns for her neighbor's marriage after seeing for myself all of the pain and heartbreak that happened between my own parents when my real mother got caught with her boyfriend. I thought I had explained this matter well enough though and proceeded to my last point. "And the third and final thing is that it's obvious that Naomi isn't the only lonely woman around her who needs to have a little fun. It can't be easy for you to spend so much time all alone in this old house while you poor sick husband slowly wastes away in that nursing home . . ." Memaw imagined that she knew where I was going with this and protested, "It can be pretty difficult sometimes, Anna, I am not going to start sleeping with that girl next door just because we're both lonely!" I smiled to myself, thinking that she might just change her mind on that by the time I was finished with her. "Relax, Memaw," I reassured her. "I wasn't going to suggest that you and Naomi should fool around. "I was going to suggest that you and I should." There was a long, heavy silence in my grandmother's living room that afternoon as what I'd said sank in. She could hardly believe that her supposedly sweet and innocent little granddaughter might be willing to not just screw around with a married woman, but apparently to have sex with a member of her own family, too. Memaw sputtered, "B-but that's incest, Anna!" I just laughed. "Says the woman who's been checking out her own granddaughter's firm titties." It was plain from the expression that appeared on her face that she was shocked that I'd caught her doing that, but she quickly tried to cover it with a flurry of denials. I didn't buy it for a second, of course, and from the look on her face it was plain that she knew I wasn't going to believe the lies she was trying to tell me. I leaned in closer to her, my hand going to her arm to stroke it lightly, feeling the muscles tense up under the skin. She didn't move, though it was plain that she wanted to - the old woman looking almost as scared as Naomi had just minutes before. "You know, I never knew that my grandmother liked girls," I purred. She debated silently on whether or not to continue to try to deny it, but finally gave in. "I guess you could say I was bisexual, Anna," she told me in a soft, breathless voice. "I've never actually been with another woman or anything, but I've always been attracted to them. I grew up in a more conservative time and so I learned at a young age to keep those feelings very carefully hidden. I never told anyone, not even your grandfather." "That's a shame. You and Pawpaw might have found yourselves a sexy little thing like me that you could have shared." The hand on her arm was moving, caressing her shoulder and then moving upwards to stroke her neck and throat, earning sighs and almost imperceptible moans from her. I swear that I could almost hear her heart pounding from here. "Wouldn't that have been hot?" She shook her head. "You obviously don't remember what your grandfather was like before he got so sick. He was a very religious man, you see, and would never have accepted that his wife might want to be with a girl." I moved in even closer to her, almost to within kissing distance. "Well, you had to wait a long time for it, but you're about to finally get your first girl." She shook her head again and tried to shy away, but my hand was now at the back of her head and keeping it from going anywhere. "Please, Anna . . ." she pleaded hoarsely, looking into my eyes. "This is so wrong . . . I'm your grandmother . . ." This last barrage of protests fell on deaf ears as I then leaned in the rest of the way and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. She responded with nervous uncertainty at first, but before I knew it she was kissing me back hard and deep, seemingly trying to shove her tongue all the way down my throat. Oh, yeah - this woman wanted to get laid bad. Had she been with anyone since her husband went into that home? I suspected not and all of that pent up passion, combined with the fact that she was finally living out her life-long fantasy of being with another woman, was enough to dispel the last of her resistance to what was happening on that couch. She just couldn't resist and one of her hands jumped up to take hold of one of my breasts. She fondle and caressed and squeezed my boob enthusiastically, evidently thrilled with her new toy. When she found the firm bump that was my nipple, she devoted plenty of her attention to it, make no mistake. At length, I pushed her away. I hadn't forgotten about my friend next door and, since it looked like I wasn't going to be able to get back to her for a little while, I needed to make sure that Naomi kept calm and didn't do anything hasty. "You have the phone number for next door, don't you?" I had to assume that she'd gotten the Carroll's number if she'd really been spending all of that time visiting with the neighbors. She answered me with a nod, looking confused over why I would be asking that. "I need you to call Naomi." "But . . ." "That little display you put on out back earlier frightened her, Memaw," I reminded her, "and, when I go to see her later, I need her focusing on pleasing me, not on whether or not you are going to tell her husband. You're going to call over there and apologize to her for making a scene. Just tell her that you misunderstood what was happening, but that I explained everything and all is well again." She still seemed hesitant to do as I told her, so I added a threat. "You aren't going to get to fuck me until you do what I say, Memaw." I laughed out loud at how fast she dove for the telephone. Five minutes later found my grandmother and I crashing headlong into her bedroom, rushing across to her queen-size to stop alongside it for one more burning kiss. Pushing her down onto the bed then, I was pressed up against her side in an instant with one leg sliding up between her's. My hand cupped her chin, gently tilting her face up and away from me so that I could go to work on the neck that was exposed, licking and kissing at it but consciously trying not to do anything that would leave a marks. When he came back to collect me, I didn't want my dad to start asking questions about who put those hickeys all over his mother, after all. She responded with a happy, shuddering moan, whispering my name over and over as her arms enfolded me. When that hand released her chin, I continued to lavish my attention on her neck and so she did not try to move her head back, not even when that hand drifted down to claim one of her full breasts. She let out a throaty moan as I held onto her boob, her back arching up off of the mattress, crying out my name this time. My hand would not linger there for long though and I had to chuckle at the whine of disappointment I heard when it moved on. A Week with Memaw Ch. 01 That prowling hand glided slowly down over her belly and her disappointment evaporated into thin air just as soon as she realized where it must be headed, her legs flying open. When I went after her breast, I may have been content to touch my prize through the through the cloth of her top, but I was determined to have nothing in between me and this new one. I slid my hand under the elastic waistband of her pants and sent it right down into her panties. For someone other than herself to be touching her down there after such a lengthy drought was almost more than she could bear and Memaw almost levitated up and off the couch, her arms crushing my body to her own. If she was worried that this was only going to be a fleeting visit like the one to her tit had been though, she needn't have been. I slid only one exploratory finger into her first, stirring it around and taking note of the fact that she was already soaking wet and wide open, ready for anything I might care to do to her. After that I had two fingers inside her, stroking in and out in a good rhythm, my palm slapping and rubbing against her swollen clitoris. Clutching me tightly, writhing and twisting deliriously in the throes of ecstacy as I finger-fucked her to within an inch of her life, Memaw came hard far too quickly for either of our tastes. She went absolutely limp in the aftermath of her first orgasm at my hands, breathing hard and making soft whimpering noises as she waited for her strength to return and her heart to quit pounding. Cradling her against me while we waited for her to catch her second wind, I drew my hand back out of her pants so that I could lick up all of her spendings. Turning back to my grandmother, I found her watching my clean up with wide and very interested eyes. "Good to the last drop," I quipped. Prying myself free of her embrace then, I sat myself up so that I could pull my shirt up and over my head, pitching it aside without too much concern about where it might land. I wasn't wearing a bra and Memaw took full advantage of the opportunity to have a good close look at my perky boobs, but I didn't pause to pose and show off for her. Rolling off the bed entirely, I kicked off my sneakers and quickly hauled off my jeans and sent them flying after that T-shirt. This left me in nothing but my socks and panties and I had them off as well in no time at all. My grandmother watched intently while I stripped down to my bare skin and I saw her eagerly lick her lips in anticipation of having me. That was not to happen just yet however as one of us was still wearing far too many clothes. Advancing on the bed again, I brushed off her attempt to haul me back onto it so that I could first tug off her shoes and socks, then grab hold of her pants legs. She realized then what I was up to and so she lifted her butt off the bed when I started pulling, her slacks sliding off smoothly and easily to be cast away. This left her in nothing but an ugly pair of granny panties from the waist down, but those were peeled off as well in very short order. Memaw didn't wait for me to get the rest of her clothes off for her though, undoing the buttons of her blouse with fingers made clumsy with passion so that she could pull off the garment and pitch it away. Her bra came off next, though I noticed that she had quite a bit of difficulty with the clasp. Now that I had her as naked as the day she was born, I took a good, long look at her and decided that I liked what I was seeing. As I said before, Memaw was a heavy girl, but she carried the extra weight well, making her look shapely rather than just fat. One of the things I had been worried about was her tits and I was pleased to see that her breasts were still in remarkably good shape, drooping to be sure but also generously sized and pear shaped. Aware of how I was studying her and well aware that she was no longer the beauty she had once been, she said nothing but gave me a sheepish little smile. I started to return to the bed then, but thought better of it. "Hold on, Memaw! I'll be right back!" I darted out of the room without any more explanation than that, hurrying off to the room I had been given when I first got there that morning. From the closet, I retrieved that overnight case I had been so careful to guard from my relatives earlier, throwing it open to reveal a vibrator and a dildo nestled among the cosmetics and such. To think, I had brought these toys along because I'd imagined that I would be bored stiff during this visit and would need a little something to entertain myself! Memaw's eyes were wide when I returned to her with these things. "Oh, my God, Anna! Where ever did you get those?" As I sat back down on the bed, I explained, "From my step-mother. She gives me little presents like these whenever she decides to go all out in trying to get me to fuck her. I guess she imagines that these are things we'll be able to play with together, but they haven't made me any more interested in doing her. So far, the only one I've ever used them on is me." Lying her back down on the bed, I swiftly climbed up on top of her in the classic sixty-nine position, but did not lower my head between her thighs. "You do a good job back there, Memaw," I informed her, "and I'll try them out on you." That must have sounded like a great idea to her as she now devoted her full attention to my nether regions, stroking my thighs and butt even as she started licking and sucking at my boiling, dripping cunt. It got even better for me when she then used her fingers to spread me wide open and start driving her tongue into the interior. She was doing one hell of a good job, in my opinion, for someone who had never done it before and I was soon reaching for that vibrator. I started slowly with it, not even switching it on as I slowly stroked her mound and thighs with my smooth little bullet shaped toy. I heard a gasp from underneath me as she felt this cool caress and I watched with a grin as her muscles jumped and twitched everywhere the vibrator touched. Her responses only got stronger as I then dragged the rounded point ever so slowly along the protruding lips. Then, when I switched it on and set it to pulse at it's very slowest speed, I did it all over again. I couldn't help but notice that she was now paying a lot of attention to what I was doing and not nearly enough to my burning pussy, so I paused just long enough to lower my ass, rubbing my cunt firmly all over her face. She took the point and got back to work and so I did as well. Deftly moving the buzzing vibrator so that it's entire length got bathed in the juices that were leaking out, I worked it along my grandmother's labia without really penetrating her. In any case, I had no real intention of going too deep on her with my little gadget as I had learned through lots of practicing on myself that it just worked best outside and on the clitoris. For the time being, I was just going to assume that it was the same for Memaw, knowing that we would have plenty of opportunities to explore our other options over the course of this week. All the time I had been working on her twat with my little toy, my grandmother had been busy working on mine with her mouth and fingers. The waves of pleasure that were surging through me were growing stronger and stronger by the moment and so I knew that I would not be able to last for very much longer. Well, I had no intention of coming alone . . . Switching the vibrator up to it's high setting, I now unleashed it's full power on her hardened clit. At the same time, I reached out to grab hold of that dildo that had lain unused all this time, bringing it over so that I could wash it in her spilling fluids as well. The dildo would not end up being inserted into her vagina, though, but into her ass! This invasion of her butt would be the last straw for my grandmother and she started coming immediately, followed quickly by me. Tumbling over sideways on the bed, we just held onto each other tight as we rode out this surging, powerful orgasm, unable to do much more, really. I smiled to myself then as we rested for a moment, quite pleased with myself for making the decision to fuck this woman. I had every intention of screwing my grandmother over and over again until one or both of us simply collapsed from exhaustion. Then and only then would I turn my attention back to the woman next door. To Be Continued . . . A Week with Memaw Ch. 02 It was late in the day as I made my way around the house, looking for my lover. Having just emerged from a wonderfully refreshing and reinvigorating shower, I was dressed in nothing more than my bathrobe. I had not bothered to even tie that robe closed, in fact, and was showing off not merely the valley between my pert boobs, but also my shaved twat. If I moved just right, I could even offer up a very nice flash of nipple! It would have been unthinkable just this morning for me to be so casual about how I dressed in my grandmother's home, but I had a lot more latitude now that Memaw and I had fucked. My search for the other woman would not be a long one, I soon discovered, as all I had to do was follow the sound of singing. Coming into the living room, I found her over by her curio cabinet, keeping herself busy by making sure all of her little knickknacks were in just the right place. She had not noticed my arrival yet and so I took advantage of this opportunity to enjoy looking at her. She was practically floating on air, I noticed. In all my life, I have never seen this woman look happier that she was right then and I cannot deny that I felt a little jolt of pleasure from knowing that it was all because of me. She had been in the shower before me and had gone to all of the trouble of putting on one of her nicer skirts and blouses while I was bathing, not to mention a pair of low heels. I had to smile over the fact that she was dressing up for me now. She heard my footsteps as I moved into the room and stopped singing as she started to turn, so anxious to see me that she accidentally dropped the angel figurine she'd been holding. It banged off the cabinet and shattered when it hit the floor, but neither of us paid any attention to the fate of that angel just then. I managed to reach her before she could turn to face me, sliding my arms snugly around her middle. As I nuzzled at her neck, thoroughly enjoying the aroma of her strawberry scented shampoo as I squeezed her tight, she let out a very happy whimper, "Oh, Anna." Reaching up and back with one hand to tangle her fingers in my hair, she put her other hand back on my thigh, quickly maneuvering it inside my robe to find bare skin. "Oh, Memaw." "You know, I can hardly believe what's happened today," she murmured, pushing back into me a little better. "Not only have I just cheated on my poor, sick husband, but I've just committed incest with my eighteen year old granddaughter!" She heaved a deep sigh as she considered that. "I never imagined that I would be capable of doing anything like this." I gave that nothing more than a noncommittal grunt, occupied as I was with working on that neck. Memaw continued, "Every last thing I've ever believed tells me that I should feel just awful about this - like I'm some kind of pervert or something - but I don't." That caught my attention as I had been expecting to have to deal with her guilty conscience either now or later. I mean, she had crossed some pretty serious lines today, after all. Still, there was no point in giving away just how curious I really was. Moving my head so that I could nibble at her ear next, I simply asked, "No?" "I was way, way overdue, honey," she explained, shivering with pleasure as I went back to work. "It had been so long since I'd gotten laid that I was sure that I'd forgotten how to do it." "Trust me," I told her, my voice rather muffled as I didn't take a break from what I was doing to say this, "you didn't forget anything." She flushed warmly and I could clearly hear in her voice how overjoyed she was to have my approval. "Thank you, dear. You were nothing short of incredible, by the way. That was some of the best sex I ever had." She hesitated a long moment, then shyly added, "As sick and depraved as this sounds, I certainly hope I'll be able to make love to my favorite granddaughter a lot more in the future." "I'm your only granddaughter, Memaw," I reminded her, tracing the shape of her ear with my tongue, "but I don't see any reason why we shouldn't keep right on fucking." She let out a sharp gasp when I dropped that F bomb, complaining, "Anna! You really shouldn't use language like that!" I found her outrage at my use of a bad word so funny that it put an immediate end to my efforts on that ear and suddenly I was not embracing her so much as I was hanging onto her to keep from falling over as I laughed long and hard. Considering all of the rules we'd already broken today, it seemed quite silly for her to be so upset over a little cursing. Her face flushed and a sheepish laugh escaped her, but my grandmother really didn't seem too insulted by my outburst. "Well . . . I mean . . ." It wasn't easy, but I managed to slowly pull myself together, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Sorry, Memaw. I'm all better now." I got my feet back under me again and moved away from her at last. Throwing myself onto the couch, I was quite careful about how I ended up. I made sure to arrange myself in a way that would leave the most bare skin visible, especially those wonderfully long legs of mine. On the other hand, I had also draped my robe around myself artistically so that the most intimate places were teasingly concealed. My grandmother's eyes devoured me and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. "So," she ventured eventually, "shouldn't you be getting dressed? I mean, you did say you were going to go next door to . . . seduce Naomi, didn't you? You don't want to go outside practically naked." "What," I grinned at her playfully. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" I couldn't help but notice that she didn't sound very pleased with the notion of my leaving her to go see another woman for awhile. For whatever reason, I was not nearly so amused by her jealousy as I was by my step-mother's, but I could certainly understand how she could get a bit possessive over a hot little number like me. "It's already getting late," I explained, "and I am going to be here for a whole week. I can go and visit Mrs. Carroll tomorrow. Tonight, though, I think I'd rather spend a little more time with my grandmother." Her smile lit up the room and she took a step towards the couch, but I quickly stopped her with an upraised hand. "First, take your clothes off." I was amazed when this old woman actually tittered like a little girl, giving me a saucy wink. I had never seen her like this before, but then again I hadn't been sleeping with her before either. In any case, she did not hesitate for a second to start unbuttoning her blouse, even putting a little effort into it by swaying slowly, doing a bit of strutting. She might not have been a professional stripper, but I certainly couldn't take my eyes off her. That blouse was tossed aside carelessly, ending up draped over the top of her TV. This left her naked from the waist up except for a bra and I found the sight every bit as enjoyable now as I had earlier, her breasts looking big and full and absolutely fabulous in their lacy confinement. Continuing to swing and sway her way back and forth across the room, she next reached for the hem of her skirt, releasing the fasteners so that it plunged to the floor. Stepping out of it with one foot, she used the other to kick it away, sending it crashing into that curio cabinet and knocking over about a dozen of those figurines. We both utterly ignored the damage that had been done. My grandmother was left in nothing more than her bra and panties - not to mention her heels, of course. As I sat there and admired the view, wondering how much better this would be if we had actually turned on some music for her to dance to, I had to congratulate myself on the decision to seduce this woman. My body was certainly responding to her striptease and I had to suck in a very deep breath to keep myself from spoiling it by making a grab for her before she was finished undressing for me. Her glittering eyes and wide smile told me that she knew full well how entertaining I was finding all of this. Running her tongue slowly and sensuously over her lips, she gave me another wink. Reaching around behind herself, Memaw undid the catch that held her bra together, but made sure to quickly cup her breasts so that the garment did not fall off just yet. Watching me carefully to make sure I was watching intently, she dipped one shoulder and then the other so that the straps slipped off. She teased me a little longer, continuing her dance, but then dropped her hands and let her bra slide off at last. Her full, if sagging breasts came swinging free and I thrilled to the sight of them. Scooping them up in her hands, she spent a fair amount of time caressing them firmly, using her fingers to make sure the nipples were as hard as they possibly could be. She went for her panties next, pulling down the front just enough to give me the briefest glimpse of her pubic hair, but then backed off again. A small groan escaped me before I could stop it and she grinned, delighted to know that her teasing was having such a strong effect on me. Instead of the last of her underwear then, she got her shoes off next. She kicked one shoe off and then the other, though not with the fluid grace of the rest of her striptease. As a matter of fact, she stumbled and might have fallen had she not caught herself in time! Giving me a somewhat sheepish grin, she went right back to work. Swinging and swaying again, making those big boobs bounce and jiggle in the most mouth-watering ways, she returned her attention to the last article of clothing she had on - her panties. I don't mind admitting that I sat up a bit straighter, very eager to see the last bits of flesh that she was hiding from me. Again, she started to pull down her panties, only to once more deny me her most intimate place at the last moment - this time by turning away from me. She tugged her panties down just a little to start, just enough to reveal the top of her butt crack. I sat up a little straighter on the couch, eager and ready to see my grandmother's ass, but she chose to indulge in a little more teasing by pulling her underwear right back up. Swinging around to face me once more though, she caught sight of something that made her stumble again, grinding to a stop. Glancing down, I realized that the robe I had so artfully draped around me had moved a little more than I'd known when I sat up. I was now showing her all of one of my breasts and the erect nipple at it's peak and her eyes were glued to it, her mouth hanging open. Yeah, I thought smugly to myself. Oh, yeah. "Thanks for the show, Memaw," I purred, running my fingers lightly along the slope of my pert boob to make sure her attention remained on it, ending by catching the nipple between two fingertips. "I really enjoyed it! I get the impression that you've done it before." She shook herself out of her trance, but did not start dancing again and could not take her eyes off my tit. "A few times," she confessed, her voice breathless and her cheeks a warm red. "I first taught myself how to do it as a surprise for my husband on Valentine's Day. It never failed to get your grandfather all riled up!" She chuckled softly, enjoying a few memories. "I haven't done it in ages, though." "Take my word for it," I told her sincerely, "you're still very good at it and it still has the same effect." I gave my nipple a little pinch, offering up a gentle groan that was echoed by a much deeper one from my attentive audience. "Why don't you just go ahead and take those panties off, though." She did it without hesitation, pushing her underwear down until they slid right down her legs on her own and she could step out of them. I noticed that her eyes never left my breast during this, though I do not deny that I did take a moment to enjoy the sight of her wet and aroused pussy as it was finally uncovered. By the time she managed to pull her eyes up at last, I was again watching her face with a wide smile on my own. Releasing my nipple, I motioned for her to come to me now. My grandmother let out a shuddering cry and rushed the couch, throwing herself at me so enthusiastically, so exuberantly that I could not help but laugh. She pressed me back so that I was reclining against the arm of the couch, lying half on top of me and pressing a seemingly endless series of passionate, searing kisses to my mouth. One of her hands, meanwhile, found that tit she had been so interested in before, squeezing and fondling it so roughly that she quickly had me whimpering and moaning my way through all of those deep, wet kisses. With one hand on the back of her head, my fingers tangling themselves in her hair, I used the other to return the favor, grabbing one of her breasts. The kisses ended abruptly when I did, my grandmother arching her back and lifting herself away from me slightly at my touch. She took this opportunity to scoot down my body just a little, grabbing hold of my firm little breasts with both hands and pushing them together. Sucking in a lungful of air, she growled as she buried her face in my cleavage. I was happy to just wrap my arms around her and let her do whatever she liked to my bosom. Memaw spent a good long time working on my tits with her strong fingers, her full lips, and her skillfully darting tongue, doing nothing that didn't shivers of pure pleasure coursing through me. She raked my nipples with her teeth, making them so hard and erect that they ached, nursing on them hungrily and making me shout hoarsely. She was doing such an excellent job there that I was actually a bit put out when she suddenly stopped. Stretching up to give me one more lingering kiss, she slid off both me and the couch then to settle on her knees on the carpet. With both hands, she spread my legs wide open to expose my juicy twat, crying out softly with joy as the sight and smell of it assailed her, her eyes lighting up. Instead of just diving into my crotch face first like she had earlier today, my grandmother showed me how quick a learner she was by jumping at another opportunity to do a little teasing. Starting down at my knees, she made her way up the insides of my thighs ever so slowly, moving back and forth between them and applying everything from lingering and feather-light kisses to sharp little nips with her teeth. There could be no denying and no hiding the effect all of this was having on me and, by the time she finally arrived at what was now the pulsing, dripping center of my being, I was writhing all over that couch and tossing my head wildly. I wonder how Naomi next door didn't hear all of the noise I was making, too. Memaw recognized that I would not be able to take much more of this and so she had better quit tormenting me and do what she had gotten down there to do. I think my whole body may have just levitated up and off that couch when I first felt her mouth on my pussy. I reached down with both hands, grabbing hold of her head and shoving her face even more firmly into my crotch as she devoured me, bringing me to an orgasm of such strength and intensity that I swear I blacked out for at least a moment or two. I needed a few moments to recover in the aftermath and, as the world slowly came swimming back into focus, it was to find my father's mother back on top of me and looking very proud of herself, slowly stroking my twat with one hand. It took every ounce of what little strength I had managed to recover, but I once again managed to grab hold of her by the head with both hands, this time to give her what may have been the longest, deepest, fiercest kiss in all of recorded history, tasting myself on her mouth. I collapsed limply again after that and she was happy to just lay her head on my chest and rest with me in a lengthy moment of silent intimacy. "I love you, Memaw." She started, her head coming back up. It made me wonder just how long it had been since I'd said something like that and really meant it. I felt happy though, not to mention connected with her in a way unlike anything I had ever experienced before with anybody. It was quite a sweet moment for me. She gazed deep into my eyes for several long moments - then a slow smile appeared. "I know, sweetheart. I love you, too." A moment later and I had gotten her up and off me again, getting a very odd look from her when I instructed her to get down on all fours on the carpet right there in the middle of her living room. Even so, she did not object or ask any questions, arranging herself just as I had instructed while peering back over her shoulder to see what I might be up to. Sliding down off that couch at last, I knelt down beside her on the floor facing her bottom, wrapping one arm snugly around her middle as I made sure that her legs were far enough apart for me to do what I intended to do. Once everything was perfect, I looked back to give her a smile, which seemed to reassure her. Indeed, she went so far as to put her head down, making her ass stick up into the air even higher for me. I turned my attention back to my work, determined both to try something new and to give her just as much pleasure as she had just given me. Ducking my head to give her full moon a little kiss, I ran a slow and caressing hand all over the smooth skin of her buttocks and thighs. The deep, happy sigh I heard from behind me was ample proof that she was enjoying my touch and, with that encouragement, I started to pay attention to the hot and drooling cunt that lurked just below her big ass. The sensation of my fingers stroking the swollen lips of her nether regions was enough to evoke a very loud groan of appreciation from her that was music to my ears. Now that I was absolutely convinced that she was aroused and ready for it, I began to press my fingers into her swampy pussy. As more and more of my fingers sank into her, she grunted and whined as she tried to figure out how to relax the right muscles to keep this from becoming uncomfortable for her. Most probably, she imagined that I merely meant to finger-fuck her, though if that were true, she must have wondered why I seemed to be pushing so much of my fingers into her. All would soon become clear to her as I kept right on pushing and pushing and pushing. "Oh . . . my . . . God . . . Anna!" she moaned huskily. "Are you . . . trying to . . . get . . . your whole hand . . . in there?!" "Yes, I am." "But it . . . will never . . . fit!" "Of course it will." I had seen enough internet porn to know that this really was possible, though I had certainly never tried to do it before. It had struck me that it might be interesting to find out just how much fun it really was, but I knew that I could not let my grandmother know what a rank amateur I was at this or she might panic and be injured. Thus, I kept my voice calm and quiet, my answers brief and matter of fact, in hopes of keeping her relaxed and reassured. In any case, I would soon prove her wrong when I managed to fit my entire hand inside her, sinking in right up to the wrist. Now that I had succeeded at last, I naturally started by doing a little experimenting to see just what I could and could not do. I twisted my hand this way and that, I wriggled my fingers and made various gestures, and of course I worked my hand back and forth, all the while gauging how she was responding to each. To my delight, I found very little that she did not seem to enjoy. Reassuring myself that I was not hurting her in any way, I set to work pleasuring her. Closing the hand I had embedded inside her, I set about pumping that fist with steadily increasing speed and force, even twisting it to the tight and left and varying the angle. Memaw was soon shoving her body back to meet me every time I punched the hand inside her forward, grunting with the effort and letting out periodic shrieks of ecstasy. A Week with Memaw Ch. 02 I flattered myself that I was doing a remarkably good job on her considering that I had never done anything remotely like this before, but the strength of her response was the only measure that I had to go by and she certainly seemed to be having one hell of a good time. Why, she practically raised the roof with her squealing and screaming when she finally came. Exhausted, she collapsed bonelessly to the ground, carrying me with her since I still had an arm around her middle and a hand in her cunt. I was content to just lie there with her for a time, allowing her to rest and recover while I carefully worked my hand free of her body. Raising my wet hand to my lips, I licked and sucked it clean of her juices, finding the flavor to be exquisite. Hours seemed to pass before my grandmother started to stir, though I cannot guess how long it really was. I found myself growing a little impatient as I waited for her to catch her second wind so that I could spend a little more quality time with her, but did not attempt to rush her. Worriedly, I wondered if I should be a bit more careful about what I did with her because of her advanced age. She did eventually recover fully though and we picked ourselves up from the ground, untangling ourselves from each other. Smiling, she told me, "Wow, honey. I mean, that was just . . . wow!" I grinned back at her, taking her by the arm and steering her back towards the bedroom again. "Come on, Memaw. I'm taking you back to bed." "Whatever you say, Anna!"