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Grammy's Boy

By: teddy2horse



-- She lay in my arms, gently caressing my chest, laying soft gentle kisses on my neck and shoulders, her long graying hair cascading across my shoulder and arm. I lay in a slight daze, not just because I had cum, but because the woman oozing my cum from between her wrinkled pussy lips was my great grandmother. Her warm, saggy breasts moved slightly against the side of my chest, a feeling I thoroughly enjoyed as I lay there. She had been a wonderful lay, but with my young age and inexperience, any woman was a wonderful lay. -- 

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I will not apologize for changing the names of the following people, I don't want to embarrass anybody. However, the rest of the story is true. The people involved are me and my Grammy. At the time I'd just turned 18 and was a pretty big boy at about 6-2 or so, still kind of skinny like most late teens, reddish brown hair, big hands and feet that Dad said matched my body and meant that I still had some growing to do while Momma just grinned with hidden amusement. It wasn't until much later that I connected the two -- you know big hands plus big feet equal . . . well, you've heard the myth. 

Grammy is my Great Grandmother Tessa Maria. She was 85 at the time and about 5-3 or so, brown eyes and still a very pretty lady in spite of her wrinkles and saggy skin. She was a very slender woman with breasts about an average C-cup, so I'd say she wore about a 30-C bra, maybe a little smaller, I never thought to check. Her hair, surprisingly, was only just beginning to gray and was mostly black. When we'd admire it, she'd say that she'd always been too busy to pay any attention to the color, so it was slow getting there and she'd laugh. Grandpa Daniel was a little taller than her and stoop shouldered from all his years of hard work. His hair was all white -- no such thing as gray with him. Grand-dad Alvin, his son, had taken over most of the running of the ranch, but it didn't operate at half the capacity it used to because he also ran the local textile mill as the Operations Manager. 

Like I said, it was the Christmas of my 18th year that, to me, turned out to be the best time I ever had with Grammy Tessa at her and Grandpa's place. The two were my Gramma Jenna's parents. They owned roughly 200 acres in the Texas pan-handle, a beautiful sprawling single level compound. I am Granddad Alvin's Grandson from their youngest child. Dad, Mica, is Granddad Alvin's only child, Gramma Jenna had internal problems so she never had any more kids. Grammy Tessa, like I said, was around 85 at the time and Grandpa Daniel was about the same age. 

That was roughly 23 years ago and both Grammy Tessa and Grandpa Daniel have been laid to rest, Gramma Jenna and Grand-dad Alvin are still alive, but we had to put them in a nursing home for better medical care. Gramma Jenna has liver and heart problems and needs regular dialysis and Granddad Alvin is in a similar condition. My mother and father died in an airplane crash so I thought it would be safe enough to talk about things now. Like I said, my 18th Christmas was my most memorable and, very probably, my most incestuous Christmas. 

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My girlfriend had broken up with me a week before we went on Christmas break at college. Seems the hot-shot half-back had made a move on her and she was hot-fer-his bod. I got so bad off that I flunked two of my mid-year finals. Granted they were my hardest subjects, but I still would have passed them if I hadn't been so down. We were going to Grandpa Daniel's ranch for Christmas, like usual, but Mom wanted to get me away from Rochelle sooner to put her out of my mind so, at her insistence, I got Grammy Tessa on the phone and she said she'd love it if I could come up early, besides she needed some help with a few chores around the place getting ready for the relatives coming. Adding that their two hired hands would be gone for over a week and she could use a strong back around the ranch. I laughed at that, feeling good for the first time in a couple of weeks. She had treated me as if I were a grown man since the age of 12 and it pleased me. I didn't know how much of a grown man she thought me until . . . well, I'll get to that later, I guess. 

I took a quick red-eye flight from Atlanta to Dallas-Fort Worth caught a short commuter hop to . . . I better not say, it would label it too closely. Anyway, Grandpa Daniel and Grand-Uncle Mikell, my Grandpa Daniel's youngest son, picked me up at the little airport before my greenish complexion had faded. Damn, those little Cessna 411's can sure rock. Grandpa fed me some saltine crackers and cold water and, by the time were half-way to the house, I was feeling a whole lot better. 

We had a great time the last part of the way back from the little airfield, stopping off at a local tavern. They were open early and selling alcoholic beverages already -- at 9 in the morning! They had a couple of beers each and I had a root-beer and a ham and egg sandwich. The bartender offered me a beer, my choice of beverage in college, but all three of them laughed when I shook my head and said that it was too early for me. Grand-Uncle Mikell paid up and 15 minutes or so later, we arrived at the house. We had a good visit before Grammy Tess sent me off to bed to get a good nap. 

I woke up that night at about 2 or 3 in the morning and looked out to see a light snow coming down. I grinned happily, I love snow. I guessed we'd be having a white Christmas and jumped back into bed, and back to sleep. 

I was up early, all slept out as I later told Grammy, quickly washed up and went into her wonderful smelling kitchen. She may have been a small woman, but she was a busy little thing. She fixed me some breakfast and told me to go play in the new snow while I could, that it looked like a storm moving in. 

Grandpa came out after he had his breakfast and we had a mild snowball fight. He laughed and said that his arm was getting weaker-- after he buried me in a flurry of snowballs. It was a great couple of days. We got in the pickup and ran a check of the livestock, to make sure they were well-protected and we had a great time. The jack-rabbits were easily visible and we bagged four with the old shotgun. That was enough for us, we weren't out to massacre the entire herd. Grammy wouldn't touch them until we had them cleaned and ready to go in the pot and even that was fun. Grand-Uncle Alvin arrived later with Grand-Aunt Rose and one of their grand-kids, Bo. He and I were old pals from way back and didn't get to see each other much these days. We had a great time, cutting up and doing some chores together while the old folks discussed their high finances and working plans -- the ranch's income and budget and the sale of some livestock they had in the works. 

I guess all of this gives you a basic idea of my family and the way we interacted. We weren't the average dysfunctional family, I mean, there are no families that aren't dysfunctional in some way or another, but well . . . Anyway, things went along pretty nice until the following Friday morning. 

I came awake to a lot of noise and loud talking -- serious loud-talking. I jumped out of bed and ran out of the room to see what was going on. An orange-vested volunteer fireman accidentally knocked me back into the wall. One of the firemen was on top of a gurney, kneeling astraddle Grandpa, pumping on his chest, another was running alongside squeezing a bag and pumping air into his lungs. I picked myself up and the fireman glanced at me and said, "sorry, kid," as they kept on rolling Grandpa to the ambulance. Grand-Uncle Mikell came rolling up as the ambulance rolled away with Grandpa Dan. We all got into his pickup and drove out to the county hospital, but by the time we got there, an emergency helicopter had already picked Grandpa up and flown him out to Lubbock. 

It was a pretty long trip from where we lived to Lubbock, but Grammy was ready to go. Grand-Uncle Mikell wasn't about to travel that far and managed to talk her down telling her that my Grand-Uncle Alvin was already on the way there, saying that good or bad, Grandpa was in the hands of the doctors and the Good Lord and that there was nothing we could do. He brought us home and stayed with us until morning, then, saying that he had to get his people working he left. ❣ ❤ ❣

"You're not leaving, are you?" Grammy turned to me after Grand-Uncle Mikell left. 

I shook my head wordlessly. 

"Thank you, you're a good boy," she nodded and patted my hand. 

She did a half-hearted job of cooking and cleaning that day, until Grand-Uncle Mikell showed up early that afternoon with some good news, Grand-Uncle Alvin had called and said that Grandpa was going to be okay, but that they were going to keep him a few days and adjust his medications -- but otherwise he was okay. Grammy had been leaning on me and literally dropped into my arms in relief. I held her tight and Grand-Uncle Mikell helped me walk her to Grandpa's big easy chair. I sat with her since she wouldn't let me go until she roused herself. She thanked Grand-Uncle Mikell and picked up where she'd left off in her house cleaning and cooked up a good supper. Grand-Uncle Mikell left soon after supper, saying that he just wanted a good night's sleep. I told him not to worry, I'd look after Grammy. He grinned and slapped me on the back. 

Grammy cleaned up and she and I sat up pretty late that night, talking until early in the morning. As she leaned against me, my arm around her skinny little shoulders, she told me stories about her and Grandpa Daniel and the life they'd lived. She finally apologized for keeping me up so late, straightening up slightly, but never pulling out from under my arm. I pooh-poohed the hour and told her that I had enjoyed it, and I really had. She smiled up at me then took a deep breath as if about to ask me something, but held back, twining her small fingers through my big ones. She made several other false starts and I waited patiently. Whatever it was, was important to her so I watched her and lifted one of her hands to my lips. I really loved my Grammy, her nearness, warmth and faint lilac scent turned me on and I half-fell into my fantasy of making love to her, feeling her soft, aging body against mine. Finally, as I held her fingers up to my face she spoke, hesitantly at first. 

"Conor, um . . ." she hesitated, "Conor, I . . . uh, would you, um . . ." finally she blurted it all out, "Conor, sleep with me tonight . . . please?" 

I was pretty sure she meant it in an innocent way, I mean, there's sleeping together and then there's sleeping together, neither one should be confused with the other. 

"Sure, Grammy," I nodded, a little surprise, "if you want," I hadn't slept with her since I'd been a toddler. Back then I had slept. 

"I do," she smiled lovingly up into my face, "with your Grandpa gone these few days, I need a warm body next to me to help me sleep." 

I nodded in agreement, "just gotta take a shower so I don't stink your bed sheets up too much," I chuckled snuggling her closer and laying my head on hers. 

"Thank you," she sighed softly. 

I really had no ulterior motives, like I said, I had just turned 18 and, in spite of some experience with girls my age, I was still a relative innocent as far as sex was concerned. Rochelle was the only girl I'd ever had any kind of relations with and she'd usually been the instigator. According to several friends, she was always ready, willing and able, but I'd been sure it was only me until . . . well, the last week of school showed me how wrong I'd been. A long while later, Grammy yawned again and we went upstairs holding hands. Ostensibly, I was helping her get up the stairs, but in reality I was beginning to enjoy these small intimacies and looked forward to lying in bed with her -- old lady or not. 

I showered and squirted on a little cologne, no sense being too smelly, I rationalized, nothing more. I put on a pair of shorts, the pajamas seemed a little over the top, and a tee shirt, got to Grammy's bedroom and knocked. 

"No need to knock, hon," Grammy called, I didn't see her as I opened the door, "there's only the two of us here," I grinned as I saw her walking out of her bathroom wearing a loose, flowing night-robe. 

"Just, um, just trying to be polite, Grammy." 

"Well, that's alright, but come on in and make yourself comfortable," she sat at her dressing table and brushed out her long, salt and pepper hair. 

I stood by the bed awkwardly, not sure of what I should do and she smiled at my shyness. 

"Go ahead, try it out," she smiled gently, "the comforter's made of goose feathers, used to have a whole flock until they got too obnoxious, then your Grandpa killed them off one by one. We had a lot of good roast goose dinners, ask your Grand-Uncle Mikell about some of them." 

I grinned and sat gingerly on the bed. It was very comfortable I noted lying back. 

"Honey," Grammy was half-way down a stroke of her long hair as she spoke. 

"Yes, Grammy?" 

"Would you do me a favor and take your shirt off? It would make me feel much more comfortable, okay?" 

I quickly doffed the tee shirt and lay back. 

"This bed's pretty darn comfortable," I grinned at her feeling more confident. 

"Isn't it though," she smiled setting her brush down and standing. 

She was still a beautiful lady, I thought to myself, old, wrinkles and all, she was still beautiful. She flipped the wall lights off and walked to the bed with only the bedside lamp to light the way. Turning her back to me, she undid the belt and slipped out of her robe. I caught my breath as she stood for a second in a short, sheer, sleeveless nightgown. It wasn't technically, a sexy night-gown, but it clung to her slender body, accentuating her still, very feminine, curves. Her little ass was clearly visible, a little droopy, but it didn't look bad. She turned and put a knee on the bed, dropping her hands to the bed and leaned over, her small breasts hanging loosely -- but she was 85 so they had a right to hang like that. She held her position just long enough to give me a good look, watching my face with amusement. 

"Well," she finally giggled, "are you going to move over and let me in, or are you going to keep staring at my saggy tits?" 

"I'm sorry, I, uh, uh, I, I," I stuttered, sliding backward, my face turning red, "I'm sorry, Grammy, I, I, I . . ." 

She laughed out loud then. 

"Maybe I should rethink this sleep-over with you," she teased, still giggling as she settled in next to me. 

I couldn't say anything, I just lay there thoroughly mortified as she turned her back and snuggled up to me. I was still too new with women to realized that she'd been flirting -- heavily -- with me. When I tried to back away from her, she reached back and took my hand, holding me still as she snuggled back against me. I gulped and didn't dare move as she wrapped my arms around herand, with a deep heart-felt sigh, lay her head on my upper arm and tucked herself against me. 

"That's so much better," she sighed, "good-night, baby -- oh, ah, turn off the lamp will you?" 

I couldn't answer. I was paralyzed. I'd have to practically climb over her to get to the lamp. She looked over her shoulder at me and I gulped again and began reaching for the lamp. Her face was directly under mine, her darling lips practically against my nose. I could smell the fresh mint smell of her toothpaste as I strained to reach the lamp. My arm slipped and I caught myself quickly, pressing gently against her body. I froze and stared down into her wide-open, beautiful brown eyes. I was so close to her face that I couldn't see her mouth, but the way her eyes crinkled, I knew she was smiling up at me. 

"Just a little farther," she whispered against my mouth. 

Trying not to think, I stretched the last inch or two, caught the lamp chain and with a quick tug, the light was out. Her lips brushed against mine as I pulled back and although it seemed accidental, I wanted to believe that it was on purpose. Grammy was turning me on. I leaned back and dropped on my own pillow and Grammy snuggled back into me. It had been a long tiring day and I slept like a log. I only woke up once as I felt Grammy's soft, saggy butt pressed tight against my sleeping hard-on. 

The next morning, I awakened by myself. Grammy was already up and had left me asleep. I threw a leg out from under the covers and sat up. Feeling a cool dampness pressing on my prick, I glanced down and realized that I'd had a wet dream. 

"Damn, I hope Grammy didn't feel it." 

I threw the covers back and checked underneath for any stains and only spotted a couple of very small stains that I wasn't sure had come off me. I shrugged, grabbed my tee shirt and held it in front of me as I headed for my room and a quick clean-up and change of clothes. I could hear noises in the kitchen, so Grammy must be up and cooking breakfast, since none of the dogs knew how to cook. I grinned and chuckled at that thought, a dog cooking breakfast, indeed. A few minutes later I bounced into the kitchen, my sticky shorts completely forgotten. 

"What's for breakfast, Grams," I stepped up to the stove, putting my hands on her slender shoulders and looking over her shoulder onto the stove. 

She giggled and turned, catching me by surprise as she wrapped an arm around my waist, a spatula in the other hand. 

"Good morning to you, too, Mr. So-Very-Impolite," she waved the spatula under my nose in a teasingly threatening gesture and looking at me expectantly. 

"Oops," I chuckled, "good morning, Grammy," throwing an arm around her and bending to kiss her cheek, "so what's for breakfast?" 

She grinned back at my enthusiasm. 

"What do you say to a short stack of pancakes with boysenberry syrup, four eggs over easy, home-fried potatoes, a pair of smoked bratwurst and a tall glass of milk?" she grinned and turning her cheek for the kiss. 

"I'd say goo-ood morning!" leaning in again for another taste of her sweet face. 

She turned her face at the last minute and I laid an unexpected kiss on her lips. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue touched mine gently. My half-closed eyes widened and she grinned up at me impishly, licking her lips as she pulled away with a gentle caress of my face. I was too surprised to say or do anything, so I just stared. To my personal dismay, my cock stirred and tried to lift up. She glanced down without comment and pushed me back gently, smiling as she turned back to her pancakes. I stood there awkwardly with my prick stiffening, completely confused. She kept up a steady patter of conversation as she filled our plates, then sat and ate with me. I tried to join in, but my confused mind and horny cock made me a complete idiot. I couldn't think straight. 

Grand-Uncle Mikell called while I was out in one of the barns. Mom and Dad had called and they would be there Christmas morning. Most of the other relatives had already called, some offering regret at not being able to come and others saying that they would, Grand-Uncle Mikell was in charge of all of that. He'd already got the food lined up and would have a few of his employees over to partake of the season as well as lend a hand in the preparation and later cleanup, most of them were well-acquainted with my Great-Grandparents. All any of us had to do was be there to eat and talk. 

I stayed close to the house doing sine chores, none of which were a big necessity, and stopped in for snacks with Grammy fairly often. I later took the old pickup and drove around the place, checking on the livestock and stock ponds. We'd had a pretty good snow storm just after I'd arrived and the livestock needed checking and the ponds needed to be clear and accessible. Grand-Uncle Alvin had a man coming out every day to check on them and put out some hay or feed, but he rarely stopped by the house so we didn't see him much, although he seemed to be doing a good job. Grand-Uncle Alvin was pretty much running the ranch from his down-town Lubbock offices. 


Grammy's Boy



Authors note: Except for a few contests this is my first attempt at a story to be read by others. I would appreciate constructive criticism. If you like the story this tale could take many paths.

Please note that even though girls under eighteen appear in this purely fictional story, they take no part in sexual activity beyond the mention of Saturday night dates. 

*

As I watched my eighteen-year-old grandson with his sixty- seven mustang my thoughts wandered back to the early sixties and my first car.

No, mine wasn't a mustang nor was it red like his. My car was a blue sixty-two Chevy Impala Hardtop. It had a three hundred fifty cubic inch engine with a four-barrel carburetor and it could really fly, but that wasn't the reason I liked her. I liked her because I enjoyed the second most memorable event of my life on the spacious front seat. 

The most memorable had occurred on my fourteenth birthday. That day Grams had called the cousins, my Mom, and me together privately, before the ice cream and cake,

"Ricky, you're old enough now to know the truth and the girls need to know it too." Grams went on to explain that Mom wasn't really my mom and that she wasn't really my Grandmother. She said my biological parents were high rollers who lived in Charleston. When they learned I was on the way they were going to put me up for adoption.

"They were distant cousins and your Granddad didn't hold with such goings on, so we helped your mom and dad adopt you. They were living in Texas at the time. We handled everything on the quiet here. We even spread the word your mom was pregnant. Heck, when your dad deserted the two of you and you came back here to live, nobody suspected a thing. You have always been just one of the grandchildren.

"Baby," my Mom finally spoke up, "I couldn't love you more if you were my flesh and blood and you know Grams is crazy about you. You did need to know but let's not let it change our feelings for each other."

I must admit, after a day or two to adjust, things didn't seem to change at all. Well, one thing did change. As I matured and started to think about girls, sometimes, when I looked at Grams, inappropriate thoughts crossed my mind.

*****

"What are you thinking about, Dad?"

"Nothing," I lied. In my mind I was transported back to my eighteenth birthday.

"Ricky, you've just turned eighteen. What would you like for your birthday?" I was Grams favorite grand and knew she would do just about anything for me. Still I couldn't tell her what I really wanted was to make love to a real live woman, so I said I'd like a new Chevy. To be perfectly truthful, since I saw her get out the shower last night I couldn't get her off my mind. For a fifty-five year old woman Grams could only be described as one hot momma.

Maybe I better start at the beginning. The time is nineteen sixty- two. The place is Jones Corner, a town of about three thousand in what is known as the Carolina Low-country. My family is gathered at my grandmother's place in the country. It's an old plantation house that has been remodeled and is big enough for Gram's four daughters and all their offspring to stay when needed.

That's fortunate since from time to time one or more are always returning to the nest. Now don't misunderstand me. My aunts were not the slovenly sluts so often displayed as southern women. They had all graduated from college and at one time or another held jobs with a four figure monthly salary. 

Before you laugh, remember they were working in the fifties and sixties when many major league ball players made less than sixty thousand a year. My aunt's salaries, of two to four thousand a month, were indeed a princely figure. 

Oh, did I mention not one of them would have looked out of place on the "Playboy" centerfold. Mom always said that she and her sisters got their looks from Grams, who won a statewide beauty during her senior year at the university. Grams says she can almost fit into the evening dress she wore that day but I don't think she'd quite make it. I'd sure love to see her try.

I don't know what happened to me in the sex department. The three cousins over fourteen attract boys like honey attracts flies. Watching them flirting with the opposite sex makes it seems so easy but whenever I'm around a girl I can't think of a thing to say.

As you might imagine Saturday nights is a scream around Gram's house. All the women over sixteen are on dates and Grams and I are watching "Gunsmoke" on TV while we try to keep the younger girls out of trouble. In the case of the fourteen and fifteen year-olds that trouble includes sneaking out the house to meet the boys who always seem to inhabit the fruit orchard out back come Saturday night. 

Grams never goes out but I know she gets lots of offers. When I asked her why she replied, "All those men are after my money. I would just be icing on the cake and it will take a very special man to get my icing." Then she gave me funny look and ran her hand over my face. "Your Grandfather spoiled me for any other man, but you sure remind me of him." 

That was when she showed me a picture of him at eighteen. I did look a lot like him. Given the history, Granddad and I must have inherited like genes from some common ancestor. 

I guess now is a good time to explain about Gram's money. She wasn't always rich. Mom says, when they were little, Grams and Granddad didn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. Mom always had a way with words.

Anyway, back in forty-eight, fate and an eighteen-wheeler owned by one of the biggest companies in the southeast, changed all that. A big piece of steel that wasn't tied down properly started to work loose and shift on the flatbed. People driving behind tried to honk and warn the driver but he either didn't hear or simply ignored them.

The steel came off the truck just as it was meeting Grams and Granddad coming back from a checkup at the doctors. It came through their windshield and killed Granddad outright. Grams and what would have been their fifth daughter made it to the hospital. The baby didn't make it through the night. Grams refused to give up and finally pulled through without too many scars. She left the hospital six weeks after the accident.

That was about the same time Grams visited the best lawyer in the lower part of the state. When the dust cleared away Grams was fixed for life with a big one- time settlement and a sizeable payment each month. The lawyer bought a house on lake Marion and that company refused to ever allow their trucks to enter our county again. 

Grams bought this old place and hired some of Granddad's friends to make it like new. The left over money she invested, wisely as it turned out, and now she told me she didn't have to touch the principle.

That pretty much brings you up to today, my eighteenth birthday. That's when Grams asked the question, "What do you want for your birthday, Ricky?"

"A powder blue Chevy Impala loaded," I respond. I couldn't possibly tell her I wanted some of her. At least I thought I did. I'd never been with any woman but I watched lots of X-rated movies. If it wasn't for Miss Five Fingers I think I'd have exploded. 

We were sitting in the swing on the front porch. Grams sat sideways facing me with one leg pulled into the swing. Her dress worked up just enough to show leg about halfway above her knee. She knew me well enough not to be fooled.

"Okay, Ricky," she took my hand in hers, "you can't fool Grams. What's bothering you?"

We always had a very special relationship. I almost choked doing it but once I got started it all poured out. How I got tongue tied around girls, how I'd never even kissed a girl, how I only knew what a woman looked like from pictures, the whole nine yards.

"Are you telling me you live around as many women as is in this house and you never caught a glance of bare beaver? Come on! Even I catch sight of a naked behind rushing from a hall bath to a bedroom a couple times a week.

"Well yeess," I stammered, "but aunts and cousins don't count." 

"Says who?" She was studying me intently. "Boy, don't you know what you got here? Any man in this county would give his eyeteeth to live in a house with as many beautiful women as you."

"But," I protested, "even if I wasn't such a dork it would be wrong for me to touch one of them. They are just like my real family"

"Hummph!" Grams snorted. "They aren't really close blood kin; in fact they aren't even as close as kissing cousins. Besides, wrong or not it wouldn't be the first time someone from this area got some, 'in the family nookie'." She got up and started into the house saying, "I've got a phone call to make."

I remained on the porch swinging, with my mind filled with the image of Grams as I saw her last night. The bathroom door had been left cracked and I had a good view of her drying off after her shower. She was really something to be as old as she was. Her skin had very few wrinkles, her ample breast had nipples that tried to turn up, and her lower belly wasn't flat but would best be described as a pinch an inch region. Just below her little love handle roll lay a thick triangle of black hair. Thinking about her made me want to visit Miss Five Fingers again.

Before I could get up to leave, Laura, my sixteen-year old cousin sat beside me.

"How goes it?" she asked. You excited about your birthday gifts?"

"How should I know? I have no idea what I'm getting."

"Well," she teased, "I just heard Grams talking on the phone and I promise you, you'll love her gift."

"What did you hear?"

"Nope, can't tell before you see it." 

No amount of begging could get her to relent."

"Laura, get in the kitchen and help with the homemade ice cream." Grams ordered, as she came back out on the porch. "We'll want ice cream and cake as soon as Ricky's present gets here." She took Laura's place in the swing. "So, what were you and Laura talking about?"

"Nothing much, just about which movie she should ask Joe to take her to tonight."

"Do you think Laura is a good looking girl? You do know she's a girl, don't you?"

"Man! She is all girl and about the prettiest in town." I didn't know where Grams was going with these questions. She was about to tell me.

"So what's this junk about you getting tongue tied talking to a pretty girl? I just saw you chatting away without a care in the world with a girl, who is by your own admission the prettiest around. If you can keep Laura entertained you can entertain any girl. You just need confidence."

We sat quietly awhile just swinging and thinking. Grams was right. I had no self-confidence. I had to just speak right up and ask a girl for a date. I'd watched it done in the movies many times. Heck, I'd watched enough X-rated movies to know just how the male actors put the moves on the girls. I could do it just like Big John. I knew the words and moves by heart. I had even practiced them when alone. 

"You have to do it yourself, boy." Grams must have been thinking along the same lines I was. "Nobody else can do it for you. Next time you see a girl you really like, wait until she's alone, then just go right up and ask her to go to the drive in with you. Drive-ins are better than the theater cause they give you a chance to talk and maybe make-out a bit if she is willing."

"You're right, Grams! I'm going to ask the girl that really turns me on for a date."

"Come on, let's go get some Birthday cake and ice cream. Looks like your present is late and the girl's dates will soon be picking them up."

As we walked in the dining room everybody yelled, "Happy Birthday," and we had the usual birthday routine. All aunts and cousins had a gift for me and I really did appreciate each one, even the tie I wouldn't be caught dead in. It was all over but the shouting and still no sign of Grams' gift. She was sitting in her favorite chair looking like the cat that ate the canary, to use an old cliché. Everyone scattered leaving Grams and me alone. I screwed up my courage and went over to stand in front of her chair.

"Grams," I finally managed to say, "can I borrow your car to take a girl to the movies tonight?" 

"Wow! You already got a date. That wasn't hard now, was it?" Standing up, she caught my hand and gave me a big smile. "Of course you can, honey, if you still want it." 

What does she mean, if I still want it, I thought. I can't very well go to the drive-in without a car. 

"Grams," I blurted out. "You said to ask the girl who turns me on to go to the drive-in with me. Will you go with me tonight?" If I hadn't been still holding her hands I think she would have fallen on the floor. She just stared at me without answering. 

She still hadn't said a word when a horn started blowing and the girls started yelling, "Ricky, You better get your butt out here!"

Grams finally came alive. "Come on." She pulled me to the front porch. "It's here!"

I couldn't believe it! The very same sixty-two Impala I had seen on the lot yesterday was sitting in the yard with a big ribbon wrapped around it and the keys hanging off the antenna. I could see a car disappearing down the road, probably taking the dealer's driver back to town. When Grams gives you a present, she doesn't go halfway.

The girls all waited until I removed the ribbon and took the keys from the antenna before they mobbed me. Mom grabbed the keys from my hands and as many as could, piled in and took off for a test drive. Once again I was left alone with Grams.

"Thank you," I said giving her a quick kiss on her lips. "You're the greatest."

"You're not so bad yourself," she hugged me close and kissed my neck. "Were you serious about us going out tonight? I know I recommended you take the bull by the horns, but damn, boy. I'm your grandmother. You did hear the part where I said to ask a girl that turned you on?"

"Yep, that's what I did."

"Okay," she said with a sigh. "At least it a start. I'd be happy to be your date. Somebody else will have to keep the girls out the orchard tonight. You and I are going to the movies. We better get ready. If those nuts get back in time we can use your car, otherwise I guess we'll have to make do with my old Lincoln.

I ran to my room, showered and dressed in record time. I couldn't believe it. Look out world; the new Ricky has arrived. When I look back on it now I can't believe how stupid I was. I really thought I could do like the movie stars I had studied so long. That I could be smooth and bold as I seduced Grams, just liked Big John did in his last movie.

Ten minutes after Mom and the girls returned my new car Grams came downstairs. Man! Was she something! She wore a silky blouse so thin I could almost see her bra and a wrap around denim skirt, the kind that tied at the waist. If that became untied the skirt would fall off.

"Do you approve?" she did a double turn. "Think I look good enough to be seen with the greatest guy in Jones Corner?"

"I'll say! Grams, you are ravishing."

"Hold it right there," she gave a stop gesture with her right hand extended, palm up. "If we're on a date, I'm Eva and you're Rick, like your Grandfather. God knows you look so much like him I sometimes forget he's dead."

"You got it, Gra...I mean Eva. We better get out of here before we have company for our date."

It was a thirty-minute drive to Orangeburg, but the time fairly flew by. My new Chevy drove like a dream and Eva sat in the middle of the bench seat, with our thighs almost touching. We chatted away about my plans for the future during the first half of the ride. Then Eva started telling me about the days when she and Grandfather was dating. As she talked I could hear the years fade away for her as she returned to the days when she and Rick, as she referred to him, saw a show at this same drive-in in Rick's old Model A with the rumble seat. She said Rick had first kissed her that night and she had fallen in love. After that night, no other man had ever got to third base with her.

"So consider yourself lucky, Ricky. By taking me to a drive-in tonight you have gone where no man has gone before. At least not since your Granddad Rick."

I took her hand and held it. We drove the rest of the way in silence. I kept her hand in mine until I had to release it to pay the admission. While I paid, Eva read the billboards.

"What's 'His Best Friend' about," she asked. It was the first feature.

"Beats me. I guess we'll know in about five minutes." I parked in front of the concession stand long enough for the girl to bring us a big bag of popcorn and two cokes, and then drove to the back row a few spaces from the fence. My Big John fantasy was still going strong

Yes. I knew I was probably being stupid and would soon have my ears pinned back, but for the moment I was alone with a woman at the drive-in for the first time and that woman was the one I had often pictured when jacking off. So far, my cup was running over.

As we settled down to watch the movie she slid over next to the door and I moved to the center. We dropped the glove compartment lid and set our cups on it. Then Eva held onto the popcorn bag and we munched on its coconut oil and butter flavored goodness while watching the credits.

We both got engrossed in the storyline early. It opened with two friends discussing the fidelity of modern wives. One was absolutely sure his wife wouldn't put out for any other man while his friend maintained he could have any women if given the chance.

Of course, this led to the bet. The rules were the husband would invite his friend over for dinner the next night. Before dinner was over, the husband would arrange to be called into work leaving the friend with his wife giving him a chance to make good his boast. The husband would slip back into the house and watch to see what would happen.

"Just one more stipulation," the friend added. "If I can get her to give me some, I don't have to stop. I go as far as she will allow."

The husband hesitated for just a moment before he agreed and they shook hands. The scene faded and the next opened with the husband greeting the friend into his home and introducing him to his wife. She took the bottle of champagne from the friend's hands and put it on ice while they chattered about nothing and both men lent a hand getting the table ready.

They had a couple drinks while the meat finished so when the timer announced the meat ready you could see the petite blond wife was feeling pretty good. They were just starting to eat when the phone rang according to schedule. The husband made his apologies and rushed out to take care of some dire emergency. The pretty wife was the perfect hostess as they finished eating and the friend helped her clear the dishes.

"It's awfully early to call it a night," the friend said. Wife agreed and suggested they watch TV. They sat together on a sofa and the wife selected "Payton Place" while the friend poured more champagne. They finished one bottle and had started on another before he slipped over to sit tightly against wifey and playing with her neck, ears and hair as they watched TV.

"Wow!" Eva said, still fixated on the screen. "This is getting good, but I think that husband is nuts. That little gal is going to give in tonight." She really was into the movie.

I decided it was now or never and that I would follow the movie lead until I got slapped silly. I started playing with Eva just like the friend was playing with the wife. It didn't take Eva long to catch on. She turned to me, smiled and whispered, "that does feel good. Sort of sexy." She turned back like she didn't want to miss a thing.

The wife started looking all hot and bothered so the friend put his hand behind her head, pulled her to him and kissed her lips lightly at first then he pulled her back and they kissed passionately.




Grammy's Boy



I caught Eva's head with one hand, placed my other on the side of her face, pulled her to me and tried to brush her lips lightly, just like the guy in the movie. Only I wasn't so accomplished. My lips landed smack on her nose.

"I didn't know we had Eskimo blood," she joked. This time she helped me hit the spot and when we did the passionate thing she took the lead. "Like this," she said, then our lips met and my tongue flicked over hers. As I pushed to enter her mouth it readily opened to accept my tongue.

I was elated. Eva was going to play along for awhile. Even if she stopped me now I was farther than I'd ever been before. We tongue wrestled for a bit then Eva broke away.

"We need to watch and see what happens next." She patted my knee and turned back to the movie. Now the couple was watching TV and the friend had his arm over her shoulder with his hand tweaking her right nipple. 

Eva gave a funny little sigh as my hand followed the lead and this time I managed to find the right spot first try. She snuggled close into my shoulder. I went off script and kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. She gave a little shudder and kept staring at the screen.

Turns out I was only slightly ahead of the movie. Within a minute the friend was kissing her neck while slipping his hands under her sweater and rubbing those beautiful mounds of flesh. I hadn't seen them yet, but I just knew they had to be beautiful.

I was in a dilemma. Was Eva really going to allow that? There was only one way to find out so I really went where no man had gone before. It felt wonderful. Even through her bra it was enough to make me rise to full attention. I could feel it tighten against my pant's leg. Her only reaction was to snuggle even closer.

The movie's next move convinced me our game was at an end. The wife ever so shyly reached for the roll showing under the friend's pant's leg and started rubbing it. Eva just looked at the movie without moving. That's it, I thought. End of the game but it was good while it lasted. 

The play on the screen lasted maybe a minute before the wife turned to the friend, put both arms around his neck and they kissed deeper than they had yet. Eva immediately followed holding me tightly as our tongues played with each other and my pants got tighter. Eva's hand touched down there quickly then went back to my neck.

"If I had rubbed you as much as she did, you'd have messed up your pants." She started rubbing my arms and back and then pressed her boobs into my body. I'm not sure what was happening on screen and I really didn't care.

When I looked back at the screen, the friend had his hand under the wife's dress and she was moaning in rapture. I unhooked the bra, except I fumbled a lot, like they had in the movie. Then I played with Eva's nipple with one hand while I rubbed the top of her legs with the other. When I let my hand slip down so my thumb grazed across her inner thigh she moaned and relaxed her legs a little.

"Ricky," she whispered. "Maybe we better not go any further, honey."

"Okay," I replied but lets keep doing this while we watch the movie." She must have agreed cause she stopped trying to move my hand and I continued rubbing the top of her leg while letting my thumb brush along her inner thigh.

The action on the screen was getting hotter. The wife was naked; lying back of the sofa while the friend was on his knees with his face buried between her thighs. She was pulling at his head and moaning something like don't stop, don't stop. I could see the husband now peeking around the door watching the action while he played with himself.

Eva was breathing heavy and I let my thumb roam higher until I felt her panties. They felt like silk or maybe rayon and as I rubbed they kind of pushed up in front of my thumb. I continued this action until my thumb caught under the elastic of her panty leg and slid underneath. 

"Oh Rick," she moaned as she spread her legs wider. It's been so long. Why didn't you come to me sooner?"

Now I was shocked. She said Rick, not Ricky. She was reliving her date with Granddad. I felt a little guilty and started to withdraw my hand.

"No!" she grabbed it and pulled it to her. Now her legs were spread wide and I cupped her mound and could feel the hair through the thin material. "Feel me Ricky, rub me. It feels so good." She scooted down and was struggling with something. I realized she had untied the string holding her skirt and was now trying to slip out of her panties. "Help me, Ricky," she demanded.

That removed any doubt from my mind. She was interchanging Rick with Ricky so I figured she was remembering old times but she knew what she was doing and was now ready to experience something new along with me. In nothing flat I had the same hot body spread out on my front seat that I had seen getting out of the shower. 

Her back was against me and her feet propped against the door. I rubbed every inch I could reach, but mostly I concentrated on the area where her legs met and the triangle of hair that covered her slit. As I cupped her mound and rubbed while she worked it against my hand.

"Put your fingers in it," she gasped. She sounded like she was out of breath. I separated one finger from its mates and found the slit I only knew about from the movies. The grove was slick and my finger fell in easily. I added another and the passageway tightened a bit. Eva worked against my hand like a mad woman. 

"Put another in!" She caught around my neck, pulled me down to her and was kissing me while she humped my hand. My third finger really did something for her. She bucked and moaned, "I'm almost there. Don't stop!"

Who was she kidding? I couldn't stop if I tried. She had me in a vise like hold and her pelvis was working on my hand like a jackhammer. My fingers made a sloshing sound as she became slicker, then she moaned something I couldn't make out and her body relaxed. 

That's when all hell broke loose. Apparently her foot had been against the door handle and sometime during our lovemaking she had released the door lock. When she relaxed her foot fell down, and pushed the door open. The inside light came on and until we could scramble to get the door closed we were on display for the four guys in the next car. Judging from the applause and whistles they didn't miss it. I believe that was the first time I really heard Eva cuss. That woman knew some words!

It didn't take long for the absurdity of it all to sink in and we went into fits of laughter. Finally I settled back in my place and Eva into hers and we started looking at the movie again. By now the friend and the wife were proving to the husband, who could still be seen peaking through the door, that the wife was indeed available. The friend was sitting back on the sofa and the wife was facing us while astraddle his hips so she could control the action. Control it she did. She was pumping up and down on something that looked like it should have been attached to a horse. 

"Where is she putting it?" Eva asked as we watched the horse-sized cock change from having just the head hidden in her blonde covered slit to completely disappearing as she slammed down it. "I'll tell you one thing, Ricky. No regular man ever needs to think about satisfying that one. If this was real life instead of a movie that husband might as well look for another woman."

I noticed Eva wasn't taking her eyes off the screen, despite her running commentary. Now she had shifted so her back was to the door and her feet toward me. I felt like I would burst if I didn't get some relief. I started rubbing on her again and when I inserted two fingers she started to respond. Then she sat up and reached for me.

"Poor Ricky. You must be in misery." She started undoing my belt. "Help me get these things down." I didn't need to be asked twice. I pushed everything down to my knees and Eva scooted down on the seat. She opened her legs wide enough to allow me get between them. My shaft stood straight out but was waving about so Eva took it in her hand.

"Let me help." She brought it to her slit and rubbed it two or three times. Her warm hand holding me coupled with the feeling when the crown touched the slick heat of her body was too much. I felt my balls start to explode as I pumped strings of cum all over. I had such a case of the blue balls from all the playing around that it actually hurt to climax. 

"Go ahead, don't try to hold back. Enjoy the feeling." Eva tried to console me. "It happens to everybody once in awhile." I felt like an idiot. My first time for a real woman and what do I do? I wash her belly down but not on the inside. Shit! She was wiping cum off her face. She'd never let me have her again.

Then she did something I have never forgotten after all these years. She leaned over, slipped the head in her mouth and ran her tongue around it a couple times before fully sitting up. Her next words made me believe in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny and even the Tooth Fairy.

"Next time we'll work on teaching you to control it. Right now we'd better dress and find a place to clean our juices off your new seats. You know darn well the girls will want to take it for another spin first thing in the morning."

Wow! She said next time. I couldn't wait for a chance to redeem myself.



Grammy's Boy Ch. 02



Author's note: I tried to include enough sex in this chapter to satisfy most readers and to flesh out the characters. My aim was to enable you to see them as real people. I don't think I've reached that yet but constructive comments, complimentary or critical from readers will help. Of course this is a work of fiction. The only characters that I did not create from thin air are the big cats. They did live about as I described for several years before disappearing never to be heard from again. 





We found a service station at the junction of US 178 and US 21 that was still open. Soon the car was cleaned as well as we could with what we had available. Eva snuggled close to me on the drive back to Jones Corner.

"Are you having second thoughts?" Eva asked when I hadn't said anything for a time.

"Heck no, Gra...I mean Eva." I'm just thinking about how wonderful it felt to make love to you. I mean, how many other guys my age get to have an experienced older woman be their first?" I put my arm around her shoulder and cupped her right breast before teasing her nipple. "You must love me an awful lot."

"You don't know the half of it, Boy." Her hand grasped my cock, which was once again getting in fighting trim. "I want you to promise me that, when I finally turn everything over to you, you'll continue to run things as I have. What I mean is, the family can always stay there when they want to or need to, just so long as they contribute all they can."

"Sure, Grams," Her tone of voice said she was Grams again, "They will have a home so long as I have one." I pulled her tight against me. "You'll be in charge for a long time yet."

"I hope so, but if you keep giving me what you did tonight, I might be turning it over to you sooner than we expected." She giggled and leaned to kiss my cheek. "You young scamp, fingering your Grams until she won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"We both know I wasn't that good. You're just trying to make me feel good."

"Well, maybe just a little. You will be that good before long if I have anything to do with it." She gave my cock a couple strokes through my pants. "Let me start by giving you some advice. No matter how good you get, the first time you're with a woman, always act like it's your first time. I don't mean you have to cum before you get it in," she giggled, "but up to that you were very exciting. Every woman wants to think she is a fellow's first."

"You mean I should pretend she can make me into her custom made lover?"

"Exactly. In fact always remember the little things different women like. If you can do that you'll be called a love god. Another thing, get used to calling your lover honey or baby or some non-specific name like that. That way you'll never forget and call out another woman's name. Don't just pretend; let each make you into her special lover."

The only a light showing was on the front porch when I finally pulled into Grammy's yard. I started to get out but Grams stopped me.

"Hold on. The lessons aren't over yet. When you take a girl home is a perfect time to get in some last minute smooching. She pulled on my arm until I slipped over next to her. She put both arms around my neck and her mouth hungrily sought mine. I finally got the idea. I pulled her partly on top of me. I massaged her butts through her dress while her tongue explored every inch of my mouth.

Finally I slipped my hands under her dress and continued my ministrations through her panties. 

"Oooh Baby," she moaned. "That's so good." She rubbed against me trying to fit my hard cock over her camel's foot. I freed a hand so I could slip it between our bodies and guide my cock where she wanted it. 

"Hey! It feels just as good rubbing my dick against you now as it did at the drive-in but I'm still in control. I'm not even close to cumming."

"Of course not. You got relief back there so you can hold it much better." I hadn't realized I'd spoken aloud until I heard her words. "Besides you got more experience now, it's no longer your first time. You'll get better every time you get some." She pushed away. "We better go inside now."

She might have been ready to quit but I wasn't. My balls ached as I went around to open her door. She must have noticed my face when the interior light came on.

"Don't look so glum. You don't think you would be able to screw a girl right in her front yard, do you? Suppose Daddy came out with a shotgun."

I had to grin at that one. "Never even crossed my mind."

"Such things better cross your mind if you don't want your butt loaded with birdshot. Daddies in these parts get serious when they catch some stud riding their little darlings."

"Grams" I said as we walked to the house, "why would I want to screw somebody else when I have you?"

"Humph! You think I can keep up with a young buck like you? Honey, that junk about age being just a number is bullshit. Eighteen won't go into fifty-five over three times. What will you do when you're still horny and I'm too pooped to pop? 

We climbed the steps and stood at the door a minute just as if I were taking another date home. "With that car you just gave me, maybe I can get one of the Corner's girls to go to the drive-in." We kissed long and hard while I pulled her tight against me and humped a bit. She gave me as good as she got.

We broke the embrace. "Confident aren't we? Especially for a guy who on this very porch, just this afternoon, said he couldn't talk to a pretty girl."

"I had a good teacher." I slapped her playfully on the butt as we walked through the door and locked it.

"Take that good teacher's advice and hunt closer to home. You just walked into a den of pussy. Why not take a few pelts?"

"Grams, are you telling me to go after one of the girls?"

"No way," she replied, "I'm telling you to go after all of them. Not the ones under eighteen of course, but by the time you tire of the older ones, the second crop will be ready. Boy, given the way those girls of mine love this country living, I think they will stay here as long as they can. Since you promised to let them stay, I'd say you have an inexhaustible supply of pussy. You just have to reach out and take it."

We parted at Gram's door with one final kiss. I noticed she didn't click the lock when she closed the door. My balls were still aching so I took a cold shower. It gave very little relief. I lay on the bed and tried spanking the monkey. That didn't help. All I could think of was Grams in her bed just down the hall. The clock said twelve before I finally dosed off only to awake at two o'clock, still sporting a hard-on that would make superman proud.

I wanted to go to Grams' room but was still unsure of myself. Sure, I knew she'd do almost anything for me, she'd proved that tonight, but crawl in her bed at two AM? That might be a bit it much. I tossed and worried while I got harder and my balls ached worse.

"That's it!" I kicked the sheet back and went to my door. Peeking out I could see the hall was empty so I went to Grams' room and tried the door. It wasn't locked. She slept with a nightlight, so I could make out the outline of her body under the sheet. Pulling the door shut and locking it, I quietly got under the covers next to Grams. Then I got my next surprise. Grams slept in the raw. 

"Mnnn," she stirred slightly as I pulled us together like spoons. My cock poked against her butt crack and with a little adjustment I could feel it in her hair, but try as I might I couldn't penetrate her slit.

"What the hell?" She awoke with a start. Realizing it was just me; she turned so we were face to face. She rubbed her eyes a second then we kissed. "Are you already horny again?" 

"Grams, I need it so bad it hurts. Do you think we ..."

"Poor Ricky," she stroked my cock. With every stroke it sort of jumped. "No wonder you hurt, that wasn't much of a relief you got tonight, considering all the playing around we did." 

We kissed again, this time much more passionately. She turned on her back and spread her legs wide. I rubbed her mound then inserted two fingers. I couldn't believe how wet she was.

"That's okay, honey." She pulled my hand away. "Playing like that will just make you more excited and it will be harder to control cumming too early. You just get on top, and go real slow. I know that will be hard to do, but we just as well start teaching you control. When you start getting real excited pull out and I'll help you.

I crawled between her legs supporting my upper body with one hand and tried to guide my shaft to its target. All I managed to do was tangle it in the bushy patch surrounding her cunt. She pulled her knees up a bit then with her right hand she helped find its spot. 

"Damn hair puller!" It had caught in her hair. She worked it around a bit then I felt the head slip into her warm, slippery sheath. I pushed until several inches felt her warmth. "Okay, now remember; slow and easy."

Even though every nerve in my body wanted to slam it in her hard and fast I followed her instructions. I was determined to learn all she could teach me. I tried to work little deeper with every stroke. Grams urged me on telling me how good it felt. When our pelvic hair meshed, I settled down to a slow, full stroke rhythm. In a short while I could feel a release building. I pulled out trying to control it.

That didn't help much until I felt what seemed to be an iron band wrap around the base. Grams had clamped her thumb and forefinger around the base and suddenly my balls lost all desire to push cum down that shaft. When she released me and I resumed the long slow strokes. We repeated the drill several times with the intervals becoming longer. 

"Okay, boy, lesson's over. I can't hold back either." She grabbed my butts with both hands trying to pull me deeper with each stroke. I was driving into her like a jackhammer. Every couple strokes we paused while she ground her mound against me. Every nerve in my lower body was humming. 

"Give it to me, boy!" Then she stopped matching my strokes and just ground her pelvis into me while I jammed my cock into her as fast as I could. The sensation started in my balls ran up the shaft then disappeared as I emptied my sperm as deep into her cunt as I could. As we lay there exhausted still pressed tightly together I remembered a porn movie where the man pulled it out to spray his sperm all over her belly. Why would anyone do something that dumb? I had cum twice tonight, once on the outside and once on the inside. It was no contest. I knew I'd always stick it just as deep as I could get it. I'd just have to keep a good supply of condoms on hand. Funny what a man can think of when his dick is satisfied.

"That was wonderful, but get off me. I'm beat." Grams looked it. "If that thing comes up again, go to Carla's room. She has been bitching about how long it has been since she had any. I need my sleep." With that, she pushed her back to me and was soon snoring. It took me longer to drift to sleep. My mind was busy with Grams' words about Aunt Carla, Mom's youngest sister.

Sunlight was shining through the window highlighting the millions of dust particles drifting about when I woke up. I panicked. I had to get back to my room before Mom made her usual trip to Grams' room to ask what she wanted for breakfast. If she caught me in here she'd 'shit a brick'. I grabbed my drawers, pulled them on, and ran to the door.

I did have enough foresight to peek outside before rushing into the hall. Good thing too, Aunt Carla was going into the bathroom dressed in the thinnest teddy I'd ever seen. Wow! If I wasn't so scared of getting caught I believe I'd have raised another woody. As it was Carla disappeared into the bathroom, I started toward my room and Mom came up the stairs.

"My, aren't you the early bird? Guess you and Grams had a few beers, being out as late as you were. Had to beat the girls to the bathroom, eh?" Apparently she had forgotten that my room and Grams' had bathrooms attached. Good, I didn't think it wise to remind her. Let her keep thinking I was up with a pee hard. Mom didn't really want to know the truth.

I showered, pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and made it to the kitchen just before Mom got back from Grams' room. I sipped on my first cup of coffee while waiting to see if Mom had reconsidered my appearance out side Grams' room and gotten suspicious.

"You two must have had some night. Grams was sleeping like a log. I thought she never wake up." Mom kept the chatter up while she passed around the sausage and pancakes. Next she asked which movie we saw. I told her "His Best Friend" and she wanted to know what it was about. When I told her she dropped a plate of pancakes. "Grams watched that?"

"Yep, I enjoyed it too." Grams was standing in the doorway. "Am I supposed to be too old to enjoy watching a young thing get a good solid pounding?"

"Of course not." Mom's face turned rosy red. "I'm just surprised, that's all." She busied herself cleaning her mess.

"You should get Ricky to take you to see it, Carrie. It'll turn you on and Ricky will turn you off, if you know what I mean. That's some man you have there."

I almost fell off my chair. Why had Grams ratted us out like that?

Mom couldn't have looked more shocked. She stared first at me then at Grams before she burst out laughing. "You had me there for a moment." Now she was laughing so hard she gasped for breath. "Did you see Ricky's face? She asked when she finally breathed normal again. "It was precious." Everybody got a big kick out of my discomfort.

Later when I asked Grams why she said such a thing, she taught me another lesson, this time about human nature.

"If you tell a ridiculous truth like it was a lie no one will believe it. I could have told her you fucked me all night and she would have laughed at me. If I said you tried to feel my tits during the movie, you would have caught hell."

Grams was a wise old bird. I'd hate to be the one trying to put something over on her.

"I don't know what you had, Grams, but I'd like a dose of the same," Aunt Carla said when Grams continued to joke and strut around. Even her children called her Grams or Grammy.

"Go to the movies with Ricky," she wisecracked. "He'll be glad to give you a dose of Dr. Ricky's magic elixir. Everybody but me joined in the merriment. After breakfast Mom, Laura and Aunt Carla decided to go to Orangeburg shopping. All the other women went to Charleston.

"Do you want to go with us, Grams?" Mom asked.

"No, I'll just hang around and keep an eye on Ricky. He might have another dose of his elixir." She winked at Aunt Carla. "Better stick around; you might miss out." Of course Laura begged for my car keys and since I never could deny her anything they headed for Orangeburg in my car, leaving Grams and I alone for the day. Life was good.

"What now, Ricky; any special request?"

"How about another lesson?"

"Okay, but this one has to have less wear and tear on the old snatch. I haven't been so sore down there in years. Tell you what; I teach you to rub oil on a bather."

"Come on Grams! I've rubbed oil on the girls lots of times."

"You've rubbed oil on the girls. I'm talking about really rubbing a body with oil. Change into your suit and meet me at the pool."

I had learned not to ignore Grams when she said something. While waiting for her to come down I started doing the maintenance chores. I didn't see her walk up.

"Going to take you much longer, stud?"

"Nope. All done." I rinsed my hands in the pool and when I stood and looked toward her I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen her more beautiful. She wore a pink two-piece that fit perfect. It couldn't have been better if it had been designed just for her. I already told you her breast had very little sag to them when she was braless. They filled that suit to capacity with just a little bulging from the sides.

"Here," she tossed me a bottle of lotion. "Grab another chair and make yourself as comfortable as you can." She went face down on her chair and threw a towel over her head. "You have a whole lot of rubbing to learn. Start with the bottom of my feet and do what feels good to you. I'll correct when needed."

I poured oil on my hands and massaged both feet then worked my way up to the knees and upper thighs. When I grasped both my hands around her leg I could massage the entire leg up top her suit's bottom but I stopped before I got quite that high. Then I massaged the other leg down to her knee. After a couple passes, I got bolder and let my hands rub her snatch on the next pass.

"You got that down, boy. I never had anyone do it better. Now get my back and shoulders before I start to burn." 

I took my time and got every square inch of her back really good before going back to where I'd left off on her thighs. Given what had already gone on between us, I know this sounds silly, but after all, she was still Grams and I was feeling out the boundaries. So far, after last night, she seemed to have taken all fences down, at least when we were in private.

What the hell! Just as well be shot for being a ram as for being a lamb. I wet my hands with lotion, caught her left leg in both hands and rubbed up her thigh until I could feel her bush through her suit. She showed her approval by opening her legs for better access. I did both thighs making sure to spend time rubbing her cunt every time I was up there.

"Hold on a bit," she said when I slipped two fingers under her leg band and pressed them to her slit. Between the oil on my fingers and her natural lubricate they slipped in effortlessly. "You should get my front before we go too far." With that she turned to her back and I repeated the process making sure to spend plenty of time under her bra.

"Take that thing off," she said when it became restrictive. I helped her sit up so I could untie the string. My mouth found hers and her arms tightened around my neck while her tongue hungrily sought mine. When we finally came up for breath she laid back down and I turned my attention to the only portion of her body neglected so far.

She lifted her hips so I could remove her bottoms. I made sure no part of her lower body would burn. After covering all the outside I applied oil to the inside lips. She was so slick three fingers almost seemed to enter of their own accord. I had never seen a cunt up close and personal so I took this opportunity for an OB-GYN view. Grams laughed but she held still until I was satisfied. That's when I leaned over and flicked my tongue over her little nub.

It seemed I'd turned on a switch. She caught my head with both hands and ground her cunt into my face moaning something like Yes, Yeesss YEEESSS.

"Put in two fingers, palm up, and make a come-on motion while you kiss my clit," she instructed. At first I didn't get much response. "A little to the right...no your other right." I did as told and the change quickly became noticeable. She was humping my face so I could hardly keep my tongue in her slit, to say nothing of staying on her clit. I must have stayed with it fairly good. She was moaning, yelling and making enough noise we would surely have been busted if anybody else were at home.

"Are you peeing on me? I asked when a trickle of liquid flowed down my fingers. I didn't get an answer. Instead I got the scare of my life. Grams lay motionless, like she'd passed out. Scared to death, I jumped up and checked her pulse. It was strong. I wet a towel and started wiping her face. Her eyelids fluttered then opened completely and I helped her sit up.

"I never thought I experience that again." She had a big grin on her face.

"Are you all right? You scared the shit out of me."

"I'm fine. Your Granddad used to do that to me regularly. Apparently it doesn't happen to everybody, but when My G Spot is massaged just right, like you did, I squirt liquid and sometimes pass out. Anytime you feel up to it we can play around some more so you can get yours."




Grammy's Boy Ch. 02



I checked my cock. It had drawn up to about three inches. About the same time Grams must have spotted it also.

"What happen to Ole Stud? I thought it was ever-ready."

"Grams, I thought for awhile you'd had a heart attack and died. If it's okay with you, lets shower and get on your bed later. These chairs look awful flimsy for both of us and the cement around the pool is hard on the knees." 

A pimento cheese sandwich served as lunch for each of us. Grams said we didn't need much if we were going to finish what we had started. I finished first and was sipping on a glass of iced tea waiting for Grams. We were sitting on side-by-side bar stools, the kind with the spinning tops. I was thinking of how wonderful she was and how much I loved her, so I guess I must have been staring.

"What?" she asked. "You look like the cat when he's about to pounce on a rat."

"Wrong comparison, the rat is about to pounce on the pussy." I spun her around so her legs were toward me and reached under her robe to cop a feel. One thing about Grams, when she started upon some path she didn't hold back. She had decided to show me how to fuck so she put her heart into it. With seemingly no embarrassment she spread her knees apart allowing me unrestricted access to her snatch.

"Think it's ready for another lesson?" I slipped my forefinger inside then worked it back and forth.

"Take your finger out and help me off this stool. We'll soon find out."

Instead of lifting her down as she probably expected, I scooped her into my arms and carried her up the stairs, just like Big John did in the movies. 

"Where'd you learn all this?" She whispered in my ear as she kissed my neck. 

"I told you I watched a lot of porn." I dumped her on her bed. "I think I'll show you some other things I learned. I just never had the guts to actually try them before."

'I can hardly wait, lover." She giggled as she tried to remove her robe. I helped and spread her naked on her stomach while I sat on the bed beside her. 

I started by running my hands up and down the back of her legs with the lightest touch I could manage. I could literally see her muscles relax. I shifted so I could kiss her legs and butts while my hands turned to the inside of her thighs. She spread her legs farther apart allowing easier access for my hand. 

"That feels good. I guess you did learn something from the movies." She lifted her hips when my fingers touched her curly hair.

I reached for the tube of lubricant she had claimed was in her nightstand drawer. I spread it on the middle three fingers of my right hand then holding all three fingers together, I put them against Grams' slit. She lifted her hips again and they neatly slipped into her.

"Oooo baby!" She pushed back on my hand as I worked the fingers inside. "You don't know how good that feels! A little to the left," she said as I pressed down trying to find her G-Spot again. I might have brought her off again, but I didn't want to miss mine this time.

"No! Don't stop!" 

"Don't worry, I'm going to replace them with something even better." She had one of those old 'Rice Beds' that was just the right height. I turned her so that she was on her stomach with her legs hanging off the bed. Her pussy was level with my cock when I stood behind her. She moaned something as I shoved it in to the hilt. Then supporting her legs with hands I drove the meat to her while she continued to urge me to do it harder.

I was amazed at how long I could control my climax. I did it a long time, but I couldn't hold off forever so I slowed up to cool down a bit.

"Don't stop, honey. It feels wonderful!"

I renewed my efforts with a short burst of action before the volcano in my balls erupted. I know that might be a stretch to describe it like that but as I remember, that's what it felt like.

Thank God Grams didn't pass out this time. Instead, she crawled up on the bed, rolled over on her back and patted the bed beside her indicating I should join her. We lay there, her head on my shoulder, not saying a word for the longest time.

"I love you Grams." I finally broke the silence.

"I love you too, honey," she replied.

'No, you don't understand. Not like a Grandmother with benefits. I love you like a man loves a woman. I want you to be my woman."

That got Grams' attention. She pushed up to support herself on an elbow and just stared at, me not saying a word for what seemed like hours but was probably only five minutes.

"What's your plan? Should we announce a big wedding, invite all our friends, have a batch of babies, and live happily ever after?" I could tell she wasn't happy. "Damn! I should have known this would happen. Give a fellow a little pussy and he wants to own you!"

I tried to embrace her hoping to love her to calmness. She was having none of that. She got off the bed and started pulling on a top and shorts.

"Grab your drawers and get dressed. We gotta talk and we shore as hell can't do it on the bed with you pawing me." When Grams dropped back into the speech patterns of her youth, we all knew she was pissed. "Grab uh copula cokes out the ice box and get your ass out to the porch swing. I'll be there in a minit."

When Grams finally made it to the swing she was her usual sweet self. She accepted the bottle of coke I handed to her, took a big swig of its cold goodness, and then took my hand in hers.

"Sorry I blew up at you. I guess it's natural to feel like that about your first. I did, but mine was my age and I could marry him. You must see that's impossible for us. I know you really think you love me like that and honey, I love you in every way possible. I really don't want to lose what we just found."

I had a sinking feeling in my chest. My heart was racing waiting for the bad news I knew was coming.

"Here's what I've decided, Ricky. You have discover mine isn't the only pussy and to do that you have to screw other women."

"But won't you be jealous if I do that?"

"Don't be dense, boy! Didn't tell you I love you in every possible way? I want you to have other women. I want you to discover what you really want in a mate then I want the two of you to fill this old house full of rug-rats. Let me finish. I'm limiting us to twice a week for the next three months, but only if I see you are really trying to get other women."

"Does it make any difference who these women are?"

"Not to me. Go to Jones Corner if you want, but like I said before, you have the best selection of pussy in the county right here. If I fell for you, some or all of them will too. You can learn different things from every one of them and when you finally meet the girl of your dreams you'll be such an accomplished lover she'll never let you out of her sight." 

She seemed to be thinking for a minute.

"That would break it up for us, wouldn't it?" I asked

She gave me a sheepish grin. "I guess you'll just have to look for a broad-minded girl." Then she turned serious again. "I mean it Ricky, As long as you're trying, I'll help. But if you sit around here with that 'I'm too shy' crap, I will cut you off and you can go back to pounding your pud or whatever. You got three months." She took my face in both hands, put a lip-lock on me that shook me to my toes. "Not one week longer to show significant progress." She went back into the house leaving me with a lot to think about. 

I was still swinging and thinking when my car came down the long driveway. Laura was the first up the steps leaving the other two still trying to gather their purchases.

"You must have found some real buys," I teased. "you will blow a gasket if you don't calm down."

"Mom and Aunt Carla were just as bad. You'd think they only bought one new outfit a year and this was the one." As soon as the women reached the porch Laura was pulling them into the house.

"You stay right there. We're going to model our clothes for you. Come on Aunt Carrie and Aunt Carla. Lets show him how stunning we are when we clean up." 

Her enthusiasm was contagious. Mom and Aunt Carla were giggling like schoolgirls as they rushed after Laura. "We'll be right back," Mom said as the screen door slammed shut behind her.

I thought about what Grams had said as I waited, especially about the women living here in the house. Yes, they were family, but like Grams they were no blood kin and we already knew each other, whereas I didn't know even one girl in town who I thought would give me the time of day. To be bluntly honest, I was known as a loser around school. That's a hard reputation to lose in a small town. I hoped college would be different, but that was a couple months away and if Grams didn't see me doing something she said she'd cut me off too. Man! I was in a mess.

Laura was the first to return. One look at her and I wished she was older. Her yellow shorts were cut all the way up to here. I could see the outline of her camel's foot as she turned to show them off. The top wasn't any better. It was a print that went well with the bottoms. That's about all I can say good about it. Except it must have been real strong, cause it was straining to hold in Laura's rack. While she wasn't exceptionally large, her sixteen-year old breast would be the envy of many twenty-year old women. As she bounced around within arm distance of me I found myself wishing she was eighteen. The 'dirty-old-man' in me said, "She'll be ripe in about two years. She always liked you and, if you don't mess up, you've got as much chance to pick her fruit as anybody else."

"Your Mom and Aunt Carla will be out soon. Wait till you see them. They'll knock your eyes out."

As if on cue Mom and Aunt Carla walked out arguing about whose shorts were made of the better material. Grams was right behind, egging them on by claiming it was all in the feel of the material. 

One look convinced me it wasn't the quality of the material, but what it was stretched across. Laura wasn't kidding. Aunt Carla sported shorts almost as tight as Laura's but red in color with a white top while Mom had chosen tan shorts with a light green top that matched her eyes. Both women's outfits fit to perfection and displayed their wares in a way designed to give anyone a wet dream. Laura joined the three of them in feeling the material and commenting on the various aspects.

"Hold on!" I had wondered how long before Grams took charge. "We'll settle this the only sensible way. Who do you want to impress? A man. So, let the only man here decide."

"Good idea. Which do you like best, Ricky?" Aunt Carla always did like to pick at me. "Mine or that old thing of Carrie's?" She walked right up to the swing and almost stuck her shorts covered pussy in my face. "You do like mine, don't you?"

"But look at mine carefully." Mom was not to be outdone. She came very close, but not as close as Aunt Carla, then did a slow turn, taking a little extra time for me to examine her rear. Of course old John picked this time to try to stand up like a man. I tried to hunch down and cover my woody as best I could without much success. Without Grams neither woman may have never known they were giving me a hard-on.

"You can't tell anything without feeling them," Grams declared.

Aunt Carla closed in on me again. Taking my hand she rubbed it down the right side of her shorts then smiled as she slid it across to the other side she held enough pressure on it for me to at least imagine I felt her hair in the transition.

"Carla! That's my son." Mom's protest didn't seem very adamant.

"He's still a man, isn't he? He's judging, isn't he? So get your butt over here so we can have a fair test. I don't want you to claim my win was by default, and I am going to win.

"We'll see about that!" Mom had her dander up now. She looked determined as she caught my hand and repeated Aunt Carla's actions exactly. Except when she slid my hand across her pussy; she gave it an extra rub. 'My peter-o-meter' shot off the scale. My face felt like all the blood in my body must have rushed to it.

I looked at Grams hoping for some moral support, but she was just grinning like crazy and mouthing the words, "told you."

"Hey, that isn't enough of a test for him to decide," Grams declared when Aunt Carla asked for a decision. "You're trying to attract a man. The test should be what a man is most likely to judge by." She looked from one woman to the other then winked at me."

Oh no, what was she going to do next.

"The feel is okay," she continued, "and of course how they look should be part of the criteria. The real test is, however how they feel when he's holding you close. Stand up, Ricky. Now Carla, you embrace him up close, just like you would if you were on a date."

Grams was a schemer. She had given me an ultimatum and now she was trying to help. She knew just how bad Mom and Aunt Carla hated for the other to win anything. "You first, Carla. And no cousin hugs unless you want to claim that's how you embrace on a date.

"Come here, Ricky. It's about time for your first lesson and who better to teach you than Aunt Carla. Carrie sure wouldn't know anything about the subject." With that she moved my arms around her neck, while her hands caught my butt and pulled me close. When her lips met mine I lost it and pushed my cock against her mound.

"My, my!" She pulled her head back and looked in my eyes, "Our little Ricky isn't so little any more." Her tongue sought mine and as we kissed I about to give her a lip-lock when Grams' words came to mind. "Always let them think you are their first." So I fumbled the kiss about the same as my first one with Grams.

That encouraged Aunt Carla. Grinding her mound against my hard-on her kiss got wilder. She was even better than Grams but I'd never admit that to anyone. Some of Grams' lessons had gotten though. When we broke off I saw Grams giving me a thumbs up.

"Lets see you beat that, Carrie." Aunt Carla was still looking at me strangely when she move away for Mom's turn.

"Follow my lead." Mom whispered in my ear as she hugged me tightly and nibbled on my neck. "This means nothing, it's just to help me beat that wise- ass," Apparently she had been watching Aunt Carla instead of me and was unaware of my condition. When she pulled my ass into her she started to jump back but I guess she remembered what was at stake.

"Wow! I didn't realize my boy was that much man," she said.

By now my dick was about to poke through my pants. When Mom worked her mound against it she wasn't helping.

"Rub my tits," she whispered.

I was still in the virgin mode so I touched them, managed to find the nipple and then pinched it a little hard.

"Easy," she was still whispering so no one else could hear. "You do have a lot to learn, but get somebody besides Miss Smart Ass to teach you."

"How about you Mom?" I whispered back. I had decided to test just how high I could reach for fruit.

"Hey! No fair having secrets." Aunt Carla tried to push us apart. Since Mom made no response, I knew I'd shocked her. "Alright Ricky, time to judge. Who can pick material best?"

Now what was I to do? This was a lose-lose situation for me. I was rescued from a completely un-expected source.

"Momma! Momma! Come quick!" Mary Ann, Aunt Carla's eleven-year old came running up, her face flush from excitement. "An animal is hurting Sweet Pea."

Sweet Pea was her prime, '4H' project pig. Back then students in '4H' took on some farm related project for the year. 

"The cougars!" One of the woman, I'm not sure which, said it about the same time I did.

We had recently seen a couple cougars within less than five miles of our house. If that's what was after Sweet Pea, she was in trouble. Grabbing my rifle from behind the front door I raced back to the old barnyard where Sweet Pea's pen was located. Chambering a round as I ran, I yelled for Mary Ann to come back. She ignored my calls. She was at least fifty yards ahead intent on helping Sweet Pea. I caught and passed Mom and Aunt Carla. Seeing that Mary Ann wasn't going to stop and knowing the danger she'd be in if it were the big cats, I prayed I'd be in time. Mary Ann reached the pen while I was still about thirty yards away. Thank God she wasn't going over, but just stood there peering through the cracks.

When I got to the pen, I was out of breath. All I could do was stare down at Sweet Pea and 'The Animal.' By the time Mom and Aunt Carla got there I had un-chambered the round rendering the rifle safe and leaned it against the fence.

"What is it?" they demanded before they could see in the pan. All I could do was give them thumbs up and pant for breath. We were still staring at Sweet Pea and her friend when Grams arrived with her old single barrel twelve-gauge loaded with buckshot. She wasn't out of breath and she wasn't that far behind us. As I've said before, she was one tough old bird.

"Well, I'll be damned. Mary Ann," she said, "don't cry Honey, Sweet Pea has just found a boy friend. She's fine."

"Yes, I added. Her friend's name is Top Hand. You remember Mr. Brown, who lives down the road? Well, Top Hand is his prize boar. I'll bet Top Hand found out she was lonely and came to visit."

The women could contain their laughter no longer.

Mary Ann wasn't to be consoled that easy. "But Ricky, "I saw it come through that hole," she pointed to some broken boards, "and it started poking Sweet Pea in the side with its nose, then it jumped on her and stuck a corkscrew in her and a bunch of white stuff came out of Sweet Pea." She was so excited she was running her words together. "See," she pointed. "There's a pile still on the ground behind Sweet Pea."

I'll never know why Mom and Aunt Carla didn't wet their brand new shorts. When Grams finally lead Mary Ann over to "check on the vegetable garden" they calmed down but couldn't take their eyes off the hogs. Mary Ann had given an accurate description of the mating actions of pigs.

"I can't believe he's still going at it." Mom had never seen this before. I knew about things from working for Mr. Brown whenever he was shorthanded.

"He can stay in the saddle an awfully long time. Look at the way he seems to enjoy it. "

"Yeah." Aunt Carla added. "Kind of makes you wish our friends had that kind of staying power." She changed the subject, "Don't you think we should do something before Sweet Pea follows him out of the pen?"

"Is it safe to try anything? He might not want to give up a good thing?" Mom was concerned for my safety since she knew nothing about hogs.

"No problem. As soon as they finish, Top Hand will be as gentle as a kitten." As if on cue Top Hand slid off Sweet Pea's back so I jumped in and drove her into a small holding pen. I'd call Mr. Brown to come for Top Hand and fix the fence later.

The women were discussing something in a voice too soft for me to hear when I finished and Grams and Mary Ann came back from the garden. I did notice they kept slipping me fugitive glances. Mary Ann, on the other hand, was ecstatic. When she saw Sweet Pea was all right, she came to me with a look of adoration.

"Thank you, Ricky, you're the bravest". She hugged my waist then reached to kiss me. "Will you marry me when I grow up?" She whispered.

"You'll have to ask your Mom about that." I chuckled.

"Hey Mom! Can I marry Ricky when I get big? He's brave!"

"We'll see. Right now you better run back to the house and clean up. You're as dirty as Sweet Pea." She left in a jog leaving the three women and me to follow slower. We already had our run for the day.

"Yeah, Ricky." Grams teased, "only seven more years of single life. You better make the most of them.

Whatever Mom and Aunt Carla had been discussing, they must have reached some conclusions. They took up positions on either side.

Aunt Carla slipped her arm around my waist and pulled me to her. "I'm with Mary Ann," she said. "That was a very brave thing you did. You didn't know what kind of animal you would find, but you didn't hesitate..."




Grammy's Boy Ch. 02



"Aunt Carla..." I tried to interrupt but she would have none of it. "Twice today you have proved, to me at least, that you are a real man." Her eyes went to my crotch and she took me in her arms. Old John started to stir in my pants. She used both hands to pull him onto her mound. "From now on," she told me, "no more Aunt. It's just Carla. Understand?" With a final shove against old John, she started walking. "You never did settle that argument." She said over her shoulder, "but I guess I guess I can give my future son a pass."

It was Mom's turn. She too was eyeing Old John who by now was trying to break out of its pen. "I guess I agree with my sister. You have proven to be a man, if what I felt when we played around earlier was any indication." She hesitated a moment as if thinking about what to say next. "Thanks for playing along with me earlier, I know I went too far but Carla hates to lose and I do like to get the best of her. You do realize it meant nothing when I rubbed against you, don't you?"

"Sure, Mom," I said. I didn't ask her why she was still looking at my boner. Grams stayed back with me while Mom hurried to catch Au...Eh. Carla. She hadn't missed anything.

"Meant nothing, my foot. Carrie was almost drooling when she looked at your tool, and I thought Carla was going to ravish you on the spot. She probably would have except she knew your mom would insist on sharing."

"Aw Grams."

"Don't aw Grams me. I know what I'm talking about. Didn't I tell you that you had a good supply of pussy right here at home? Do you believe me now?" She stopped and made me look her in the eyes. "Here's more good advice from Grams.

You can't pay any attention to those men you see in the films. I don't know how they get such whoppers, but most men don't even have as much as you do. I'm betting those two pussies were trying to eat their way out those shorts when you rubbed it against them."

Grams looked at the tent in front of my trousers. If I weren't sore from earlier, I'd say you made enough progress for your reward, but I don't think I could stand for it to even brush over the hair right now. If you need to hide that thing in something tonight, you better try one of those." She was pointing to the women who were almost to the house.

For the next couple of days things settled down to normal. The garden needed weeding and some of the vegetables were ready for canning. For any who are unfamiliar, this consisted of preserving them for winter by sealing then under pressure in glass jars. Grams was from the old school and nothing went to waste. Yes, she could have bought the local Harris Teeter, outright with her mad money account, but if she had, we still would have had to can the garden produce.

This was an 'all hands on deck' exercise and everybody who wasn't on a job at the time, from six year-old Beth to Grams worked twelve hours a day until everything was neatly stored on the pantry shelves. Finally it was finished and everyone slept late the next morning.

We were all eating a very late breakfast when Grams made it down. "Listen up," she announced. "The beach house isn't rented for the rest of this week and all next week. Anybody who wants to can stay down there next week." Loud cheers followed.

Grams dropped her next bomb. "Carla, I want you and Ricky to go to Garden City and fix any thing that needs fixing at the 'Crocodile's Cave.' We expect you to have the beach house ready when we get there Saturday. You'll be busy so I'll look after Mary Ann."

"When can you be ready?" I asked Carla.

"Soon as I grab a toothbrush and some drawers."

"Humph," Mom wouldn't give Carla an inch. "What are the drawers for?"

Carla stuck her tongue out at Mom. "Can I drive your new car, Ricky?"

"Make it after lunch." Grams spoke up, "I need Ricky to take me into town this morning."

Twenty minutes later I wheeled my new Chevy into Grams' lawyer's parking lot. As she was getting out she said, "You should stock up on condoms. We don't need more babies just now." I was crossing the street to 'Sarah's Drug Store', when I heard, "Better get a case. You may need them." I turned just in time to see Grams wave and disappear into the lawyer's office.

Purchases complete, I sipped a fountain coke while waiting for Grams to reappear. I could see her from this cool spot as easy as sitting in the hot car. While I waited and watched, the skinny soda jerk kept up a constant chatter. She was a friend of Laura's therefore apparently she thought I was an old friend also. I was the only customer at the time so she told me about her Saturday night date and how the boy couldn't keep his hands to himself. She also let me know she didn't let a boy feel her up (her words-not mine) on the first date. Before Grams finished her business the girl let me know that she might relax the rule for a 'real man,' one who had a new car.

I sat there in amazement. All these years I didn't even ask a girl out, now that I've lost my virginity, here's one practically asking me. Can they tell just by looking? The last time I was in here this same girl didn't even grunt when I tried to be friendly.

"Well, I'll see you around." Grams had just returned go the car so I hurried out. "I'm spending most of next week at the beach house." That's when she informed me Laura had called earlier and asked her to accompany her to the beach.

"I'll see you there." I heard as the door closed.

"Did you get them?" Grams asked as we left town. When I assured her I had she wanted to know, "You didn't just get a three pack, did you? Unless I'm wrong, before we leave the beach you'll see pussy when you look at your plate of bacon and eggs for breakfast."

Grams had been right about all she said so far therefore I didn't argue. We didn't have time for that anyway. She explained to me that she had changed her will so the decision on whether the others could stay on the old place wasn't mine but belonged to her lawyers. I would still get everything and she still expected me to treat the girls right.

"Besides", she said punching me lightly on the shoulder, "I think that gaggle of women will see to it you'll never want them to leave."

Carla and I left shortly after lunch. We would have a long drive through some sparsely populated country so we both wanted to get to the house before dark. Of course, when we got close to Myrtle Beach it would be heavy traffic and we wanted to avoid that also.

Carla surprised me. I was sure she'd want to drive, but when she came out carrying her two bags, dressed in a yellow sun dress and looking like a model, she got in the right side, arranged her dress so the AC could blow under it and leaned back in the seat. "To the Crocodile Cave, Jeeves." And we were on our way.

We could listen to music for awhile but then the old AM radio started making more static than music so we cut it off. Carla had been restless since we left and now she couldn't keep still. Finally with a quarter turn to the left she was almost facing me. Doing this also pulled her skirt even higher. I could now see skin from her knees to halfway up her thighs. One glance at the devilish look on her face and I knew I was in for a ragging.

"Tell me, Ricky," she started right in, "Have you ever been with a girl?" I remembered Grams advice.

"Not yet." I tried to look as embarrassed as I would have been a couple days ago. "I have seen a lot of movies though, so I think I know how to act." She turned her head but I caught her smile. When she looked back at me she was composed and serious.

"I'm sure you do. Judging from our embrace the other day I'd say that when the girls finally discover you, you'll be mobbed." We drove several miles in silence before she couldn't stand it. Carla was one of those people who had to do something. "Are you telling me you and Laura never checked each other out? You can be honest, I won't tell anybody."

"Aunt Carla! She's family"

"Carla, remember. Aunt makes me sound old. You don't think I'm old, do you Ricky?" Before I could assure her I did not she continued. "Did I feel old on the porch the other day? I sure hope not. Of Course, you felt all grown up." She rattled on not waiting for an answer.

In ten more minutes we had radio coverage again so she became quiet as she fiddled with the dials. Finding music she liked she started moving to the beat. As she moved her skirt slipped higher. Soon I was driving with one eye on the road and one on her legs. My rod started to grow and I saw her watching it. I realized then that Carla was teasing me, trying to see what developed. She wasn't normally this harum-scarum.

The sun was below the horizon when we finally pulled into the driveway of the Crocodile's Cave, the beach house Grams had bought several years ago. A quick look confirmed the rental company had done a good job keeping everything shipshape. Inside was just as clean. We had stopped for Chinese on the way in so with no dinner to fix we had the rest of the night to enjoy the beach.

A few brave souls were still in the water when we splashed into the surf, laughing and trying to duck each other. I really liked that since it allowed me to feel Carla in places I normally couldn't have. I hadn't forgot Grams' advice and limited my sneak feels to her legs and one or two brushes with her breasts. I held back hoping for a greater return later.

Carla. On the other hand, had no such restraints. Her hands were all over me. Once, I lost sight of her and was searching when I felt a hand stroke my cock several times before Carla surfaced next to me. It was hard to pretend I was bashful after that. I caught around her waist and picked her up to dump her under water.

She was a step ahead of me. When I had her up she locked her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Old John had been stiff before but now he got rock hard. Trapped by the net lining of my suit it was positioned up toward my belly button so Carla's grove fit perfectly. I did manage the shy act until her lips met mine and her tongue probed my mouth. After that it was, 'do what comes naturally'. When old John touched her cunt we started humping like mad even if there was cloth between us. Discussing the incident weeks later after we had shared many climaxes we still couldn't tell who started humping first, and by that time we didn't care.

Back then it was a different story. Carla seemed to realize what she was doing and pulled back saying, "Don't, we can't do this. Your Mom will kill us."

For my part I was ready to die. I kept trying to bang her while she tried to get away. Finally, I remembered Grams advice and released her.

"I'm so sorry, Aunt Carla." I thought maybe Aunt Carla fitted my bashful act better than Carla. "I never did anything like that in my life; I don't know what came over me."

"That's okay," she assured me as we walked back to the house. "I'm sorry I got carried away too." I knew all was forgiven when she reached for my hand and held it until we rinsed the salt off under the outdoor shower.

She plied me with questions about my sexual experiences while we finished off our takeout. I thought she might be suspicious of my claims of innocence and I had to be careful not to blow my cover if it wasn't already too late. She must have become convinced all was right for then she turned into the cougar, hunting for fresh meat.

"You really need an experienced woman to show you the ropes," she said, when I told her about Laura's friend and how she seemed to be interested in me. By then we had moved to the couch and were watching TV. Carla was constantly touching me someplace and it was all I could not to put my lips on the erect nipples, which were inches from my face.

"I don't know anybody like that," I said.

"If I didn't know your Mom would get mad I'd help. If she thought I even mentioned this to you she would never get over it." We continued to cuddle while we watched a sexy HBO show. When that movie ended she got go up saying, "Find something on the Playboy channel. I need a pee break."

Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you God! I could sense victory within my grasp. We had the full line-up of sex channels on cable so I flipped through and selected one called 'Swapping in LA.' It looked like it started off pretty tame; something more fitting for a shy, inexperienced boy.

"Found something good?" Carla handed me a bottle of body lotion. "Would you mind very much if I asked you to put lotion on my feet and legs? It helps me relax so I can asleep better."

Mind? Was she kidding? Right then I was horny enough to kill for the chance. If I hadn't thrown a shirt over my lap she could have seen for herself. I patted the seat beside me and she settled down with her feet and legs resting in my lap but below where old John lay.

I spread lotion on her feet and rubbed it in while on the screen the action was getting started. Both couples were just starting to feel up their own wives while the men were eyeing the other woman. Carla's feet relaxed under my attention so I tentatively moved to her legs. By the time the couple on the screen were shedding their clothes Carla was completely relaxed.

"Humnn. You have wonderful hands; did you know that? They cover so much at the time." Encouraged I wrapped both hands around her leg and worked from the knee toward paradise. I could feel her come un-glued as my hands worked their magic. Her right foot started rubbing my engorged cock. The motion worked the shirt off my lap revealing a tent pole worthy of the name.

"I knew you were big, but I didn't realize you were that big." She sat up so she could get her hands on it. Old John just reared up like Mr. Brown's stud when the mares are in heat. By now the couple on screen were naked and in sixty-nine positions. "Your Mom will just have to get mad." With that Carla freed John from his cloth prison, stroked him a couple times, then teased it with her tongue. But for her quick read of the situation and tightening grip around my cock I would have washed her face.

"My, you are inexperienced, aren't you?"

I was ashamed of almost losing again like I had with Grams. I'm sure it required no acting to look bashful. Thank goodness Carla had been around the block a time or two and knew something about newcomers.

"Don't worry, Ricky. This happens to everybody their first time. If you want, I can help you with the problem, but you can't tell anybody, especially your Mom."

Right then I would have promised to fly to the moon. She could rely on me. So far Grams had been right and I wasn't fool enough to cut myself out of future pussy by running my mouth. I would lose my virginity a dozen times if it helped me get pussy. I nodded agreement.

"Now let me see what I can do about this old boy." She moved downtown and her lips nibbled and played with my crown while her hands stroked the shaft. She knew a lot more about sucking cock than Grams and in short order I was hanging on the edge. Once again her fingers tightened around the base and she ceased to nibble the head. "We must teach you to hold off." As soon as she sensed I had control again she continued her ministrations. This time when the lava started rumbling in my balls she intensified her efforts until I emptied all I had.

"Now lets clean up and get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day and we need to get things ready for the rest of them.

I walked on air going to my bedroom. Grams was right again. So far she had hit on all counts. Could she also be right about Mom? I dropped off to sleep wondering if I could get that lucky. 

Sometime during the night I awoke to the sound of my bedroom door slowly opening. Except for the squeaking hinge I wouldn't have heard it above the sound of the waves rolling onto the beach just outside my room. The only light was that gathered through the double sliding doors looking out upon the Atlantic.

I could barely make out her outline as she came to me. She didn't make a sound except, "Shsss," one time. I couldn't be sure but I thought she was naked, just like me. Intrigued I remained quiet to see what she had in mind. Her hands found my cock and I wondered for a moment what she was doing then I realized she was putting a condom on me. I could feel myself swelling as she worked. I think the condom must have been a size small even though I'd never heard of one. Surely a regular wouldn't fit that tight. Finally I felt her hand getting it unrolled down to my hair.

"Shsss." She whispered as she straddled my hips guiding me into her slit. She had to rub it around a little until I finally felt it hit moisture. Then she wiggled around sinking it deeper into paradise. When our hairs meshed she whispered, "lay still and don't make a sound."

I wondered why, however, I wasn't going to mess up a good thing by disobeying. She handled everything, all I had to do was enjoy and enjoy I did. She settled into a slow steady rhythm lifting herself up until I almost came out, in fact I did drop out a few times and we had to play the world's fastest four handed game, then she dropped down burying me to the hilt before she slowly repeated the cycle.

I thought it had been good with Grams, and it had, but Carla was in a whole different league. I was amazed at how long I held out at this pace but a good thing can't last forever. My breath started coming faster and she picked up the pace until we were slamming into each other as hard and fast as we could. The old rumbling down in balls started again and I could feel her pussy tighten. She made a funny little moan, so quiet I could hardly hear. Then her sheath, which had been holding snugly around my shaft, relaxed and she quit moving while I finished pumping into the condom.

We lay in each other's arms until the afterglow faded, then she got up to leave. "What was all the quiet about?" I asked. "We're all alone with nobody to hear if we shouted."

"Tonight maybe," she replied, "but we won't be when the others arrive. I wanted to see if we could actually do it quiet enough that your Mom won't know."

"Well", I asked.

"We can and will."

Hot Dog! Two base hits and three more at bats!



Grammy's Boy Ch. 03



This third chapter of Grammy's Boy can be enjoyed by itself. However I think you'll find it more enjoyable if you have read Grammy's Boy and Grammy's Boy ch2 posted on this site, since it builds on those stories. Like the earlier stories this is a work of fiction except for the story about Grammy's house. That is basically a true account. Of course since this story contains what I hope to be lifelike people various ages are present in all three stories, but anyone involved with sex is over eighteen.

I thank all of you who have voted or made comments about my other submissions, especially those who pointed out mistakes. This is a better story because you took the time to comment. I won't say I haven't made those same mistakes here but I will tell you I corrected a few during proof reading. 

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This chapter starts the day before the family is due to arrive at the Crocodile's Cave.

"Looks good to me." Carla made one final inspection of the house and yard. "What say we spend the rest of the day relaxing together? It'll cramp our style when the others get here,"

"Sounds good." I checked my watch. "We have a little better than twenty four hours to enjoy ourselves. Might as well make the best of them. I say we start with the beach." Both of us went to our rooms to change. I looked at the rumpled bed in my room and got hard just thinking about how Carla and I had messed it up last night.

Anyway you look at it, Aunt Carla...ooops, she insisted I call her just plain Carla. She says the Aunt makes her sound old. Whatever you call her, she is one sexy woman. Just thinking about her is almost enough to make me get my rocks off.

"Ricky," she had said as she left to get some sleep. "That thing is the biggest and best I've had." She had fondled Old John who now lay flaccid against my stomach. "I'm yours when you want me." She kissed it on the head and left the room. I went to sleep wondering how serious she was. I had seen enough of the other boys at school to realize I was well endowed, but 'the biggest'?

"Hey, slowpoke!" Carla must have been in a hurry to hit the waves. "You fall asleep in there? I'm going on down. Bring the umbrella and a couple of straw mats. I'm taking an extra towel for you."

When I made it to the sand Carla had already taken a dip and was drying off amid the usual collection of admirers. They ignored me, while I set up the umbrella and spread the mats. Carla and I lay on the mats under the umbrella's shade while the three would-be lovers sat in the sand as close to Carla as they could. They were all making small talk, each guy trying to out impress the other and Carla tried to be polite but remain distant.

Finally even I could tell she was getting enough. Two of the guys got the hint also. They tried to get their buddy to go with them, but he was too impressed with himself to take a hint. After his buddies left, Carla started talking mostly to me. Lover boy couldn't stand losing out to a teenager. He started making all kinds of inappropriate remarks, even going so far as grabbing his package and bragging about how he would put it to her. By the way, judging from what was showing under his suit, it wasn't all that much to brag about. Up until then I'd just thought he'd been drinking. Now I had no doubt; no sober person would pull that kind of junk on Carla. She was obviously a lady. That is, until she gets pissed her off. Then she is 'hell on wheels'.

I got up to slap the shit out of him, even though I knew without a doubt he could kick my ass. Carla was quicker.

"Stay where you are, Ricky!" Her tone said she wasn't joking. "This needle-dick bug fucker isn't worth the effort. Besides, I can take care of myself." She got right up in the man's face. "Do the trash you hang around with really go for such crap? I'm going to cut you some slack since you're half drunk, but if you know what's good for you, you'll get the hell away from here."

"It's a public beach. You can't make me leave." He was sullen and now I was getting mad.

"I told you to stay down there, Ricky"

"Yeah, Ricky, do what she says. She doesn't want you to get hurt."

"Damn right I don't. As soon as we get rid of this asshole I want you to take me inside and fuck my brain out." I could see her words shocked even Mr. Asshole. She didn't stop there. She pointed to my package, which even in the flaccid state showed up under my swimsuit as about three times as big as his. Then she delivered the final blow to Mr. Asshole. "I might have taken you up on the offer except after the way that thing stretched me last night I wouldn't feel yours."

With that she started gathering her stuff. "Come on, Ricky, I need a good fucking by a real man sized cock."

"What can I say, man? She's hot." I had to get at least one dig in as I gathered our umbrella and mats. I heard something like 'smart son of a bitch' as I walked away, but I figured I better not push my luck. He had been humiliated enough for one day.

When I entered the house I found out Carla wasn't kidding. She was waiting in the sunroom, which was visible from the beach, stark naked. She hardly gave me time to drop everything before she had my suit down around my ankles and was licking on my cock like a kid on a lollypop. When she twisted around so I could see the beach I realized why she was amorous. Our buddy from the beach was staring toward the house and I knew from experience that, with the windows up like we had them, he had a ringside seat.

"Okay, Carla, he's gone." I said when I saw him trot off in the direction his friends had gone.

"Good, lets find something more comfortable than this darned floor."

I lead her to a sofa that divided the room we used for a TV room. When she bent over its back while supporting her upper body with her hands her cunt was a perfect height for what I had in mind.

"Oooh this looks like fun. I like it from the back."

I stroked Old John a few times getting enough pre-cum flowing to make entry easier. She wiggled her butt teasing me while I tried to make a 'hole in one' on a moving target. Playing along, I made a few wild stabs on purpose but then she decided it was fun and started trying to make me miss. Finally tiring of the game I grabbed her hips with both hands, holding her still while I stabbed at it like a stallion. Just like a stallion it took me several times but I finally hit the moisture and felt myself slide partially into her tight hole.

"Yes!" She pushed back against my thrust driving me even deeper. "You fill me up sooo good. It feels wonderful."

I settled down to pile driving into her now slick cunt while she tried to meet me stroke for stroke as best she could from her awkward position. I was still going strong when I felt her insides spasm around my cock before she went limp. I didn't let up. I continued to pound away. I felt like I could screw all-day and said so.

"Oh yeah, baby." She began to move with me again. "I'm just the girl for you then." Soon we had a rhythm going and I felt like I was superman. Again I felt her cunt tighten around Old John as she reached another climax. Still I didn't let up, but continued ramming it in her for all I was worth. Soon we were both breathing even harder than we did when we thought we were going to rescue the pig. I felt her muscles tightening again, and then it felt like they were trying to squeeze my cock. This time I knew superman was back to being Clark Kent. The feeling started deep in my balls; like they were boiling over, then they erupted like a volcano. I drove just as deep as I could and held it there while empting my balls into her snatch.

Old John drew up and fell out of her. Stepping back I had a perfect view of her still swollen lips with my cum dripping out.

"Hold still." I grabbed a towel. "We don't want this mess all over the sofa when Grams gets here." When I finished, Carla turned and held me close. Her bare breast pushed into my chest but Old John didn't respond as usual. He touched her hair since she was holding tight against my body but touch was all he did.

"You're wonderful, Ricky. I can't believe I've slept just down the hall from you all these months while I've been dating those losers and never once had enough sense to knock on your door.

Her words had me walking on air. I felt I could do anything except keep my mouth shut. "Am I really the biggest you've seen?"

"Yes." I didn't miss her teasing smile. "But remember, I haven't seen them all. Don't get too swell headed." She took Old John in her left hand and bent to kiss it. "This old fellow does the job. Don't worry about how he compares with competitors."

I then realized what a lucky cuss I was. Just a few days ago I'd complained to Grams about not knowing how to act around girls. Now I felt I could drive any woman crazy and owed it all to Grams and Carla. Man!

"Get dressed," Carla said, kissing me on the mouth. "We can't hang around here and screw all day. Let's go into Myrtle Beach. You can help me shop for another bikini and we do need to stock up on groceries for Grams and whoever she's bringing with her."

We spent the morning and part of the afternoon going from shop to shop looking for just the right bikini for Carla. I just followed; and gave her my opinion on how each suit looked on her. Lets just say I didn't see a suit on her that wouldn't make a man howl at the moon. After checking out five or six I started trying to imagine how they would look on Mom. After all, nobody had done anything nice for her lately. Certainly not those losers she had been dating and I hadn't done any better. I made up my mind then and there to buy Mom a bikini. She was about the same size as Carla so that should help.

Finally we hit the jackpot! Carla decided on a white string job that barely covered the essentials. I thought the pale green would look good on Mom. Carla agreed. This one covered more than Carla's but not much more.

We decided to grab a hamburger before we hit the grocery store. We selected a booth in a back corner and as we ate Carla talked non-stop. I wish I could think of things to say like that. Mom always said I was a good listener to offset everybody else in the family who were good talkers.

"You know, don't you Ricky that we must be careful when the others get here tomorrow? We can't even talk about things around them. Both Carrie and Grams think you are a virgin. I don't know what they'd do if they found out I was your first."

I assured her I understood perfectly and even thanked her for bring kind enough to teach me like she did. Score another one for Grams. That old woman knew her stuff. She hadn't led me wrong yet. I had even let Carla continue believing she taught me all I knew while actually never saying that she was the first. Still, I couldn't resist a quick kiss and a feel before we left the booth.

"I've created a monster." Carla playfully slapped at my hand. "What am I going to do with you, you baaaad boy?"

"Keep me well fucked. And as you once said, you're just the girl to do it."

We made it back to the Crocodile's Cave and unloaded the car. There was still time enough to swim. Strangely enough, the beach was deserted for over a hundred yards both ways giving us virtually a private beach for a short while. We splashed and wrestled around. All the while I was getting excellent feels of Carla's goods. She got in some good moves herself. Finally, out in water just over waist deep, she came to me, locking both arms around my neck then her legs around my body. We fit perfectly. Old John was searching for a home and Carla was doing her best to take in a boarder.

"Pull the suits aside," She whispered in my ear. I don't know why she whispered, nobody was around to hear her if she had shouted.

Anyway, I always like to obey so I pulled mine far enough to free Old John and then managed to work him under the leg of her suit. Screwing in salt water isn't my favorite medium but you take it where you can get it. We hardly felt it at the time but the water was washing away our natural lubricants. True, we had a nice long ride in the water, but that night we were both so sore that we couldn't stand even the thought of sex. We didn't get to have a final fling on our last night alone.

We were still asleep next morning when the house seemed to explode with the sound of happy people. Carla leaped out of bed like it was on fire. She grabbed her panties and made a dash for her bedroom, trying to make it before the family got back to the bedroom area. Knowing Mom would be in my room first thing, I gathered everything else that gave any hint we had been together and stuck it in my closet.

"You decent, Ricky?" I had barely gotten everything out of sight when Mom burst through the door.

Just in time, I thought. Then my heart almost stopped. Lying on the floor, almost hidden by the bed covers, was a used condom.

"Mom!" I rushed to her and taking her in my arms I kissed her even more passionately than the make believe time on the porch. I mean I slipped my tongue in her mouth and grabbed her butts pulling her tightly against my pelvis. Desperate times called for desperate measures. If Mom had any idea what Carla and I had been doing we would never hear the end of it.

I fully expected to get chewed out but got surprised instead. I guess I caught her completely by surprise. For a few seconds she returned my kisses with a passion while grinding her mound into my pelvis.

"Ricky!" She must have realized what had happened because she jumped back like she'd received an electrical shock. "What has gotten into you? I'm your mother."

"Yeah, Mom, but you're the sexiest mom around. Just looking at you in those shorts made me want to kiss you. Sorry, but I couldn't resist that kind of beauty."

"Boy! Have you changed," she said. I noticed she didn't really look all that mad. "Are you learning this from those dirty movies I found hidden in your room?"

Now it was my turn to be shocked. I had no idea she knew about my porn stash. I was learning to think on my feet though. She had just offered me the perfect answer to the question of how I knew so much about sex when I supposedly had never had a woman. 

"You...you know about those," I stammered.

"I'm not blind, you know. Didn't you think I might look in the back of your closet when I cleaned your room? I had to put your junk somewhere."

"You caught me." I tried to look as shamefaced as I possibly could. "You must admit they have a lot stuff on those films."

"They must." Mom smiled. "Anyway you seem to be a good student. Maybe I better watch a few. I might learn something." She turned to leave, "Come give me a hand unloading the cars."

"Be right with you." I grabbed up the condom, stuck it in my pocket so I could trash it later, and hurried to help.

After we'd put everything away I was relaxing on the porch watching the waves when Mom and Laura came out accompanied by another girl. All were in bikinis and for a second I didn't recognize the girl from the drug store. Who could have expected that skinny, red-haired, freckle faced little soda jerk to have a body like that.

"Ricky, I don't think you know Sara." Laura said by way of introduction.

"I met Ricky at the drug store. He likes chocolate milk shakes." The way she grinned I suspected she had overheard the conversation when I purchased the condoms. Then she removed all doubt. "Tell me, have you used everything you bought that day?" She gave me what we call, down in the Low Country, a shit-eating grin. At least she refused to satisfy Laura's curiosity about what I'd bought.

"Come on, Ricky," Sara invited. It's too nice a day not to spend some of it on the beach. I followed the girls just to watch those three butts sway as they walked. Damn! I thought, if she's Laura's friend that means she isn't eighteen yet. What a waste. I'd really love to try my luck with that well portioned petite body. I'd already stopped thinking in terms of skinny. Thank goodness that before the end of the day, Sara informed me that while she and Laura were best friends, she was a couple years older. "I had trouble with a few grades back in grammar school," she'd explained. "So while we're both juniors I'm actually eighteen."

"Thank you, Lord." I thought.

I must admit I had a great time with the girls, Mom included. We wrestled around in the water, laughing and trying to duck each other. Naturally such activity offered lots of opportunities for me to grab a feel of Sara's goods and I even touched Mom's breast and butts while we played. A couple times my hand landed right on her snatch and she seemed to accept it as an accident. Finally I let my hand linger on her mound too long and she pushed it away and got out of the water.

Laura apparently felt left out. She caught my cock and tried to stroke it but I had to push her away. "In two more years," I promised. "If you still want to play then, I'm your man."

Immediately another hand wrapped around Old John. "Do I have to wait?" Sara asked.

"Not hardly," I said, rubbing her mound then slipping my hand inside her bikini bottoms. She allowed me to play a few seconds then pulled away.

"I can't...I never...don't...I thought I could. Sorry." She really looked torn between desire and fear of trying something new as she followed Mom to the sand.

"Go easy, Lover Boy." Laura said. "She acts like she's a woman of the world, but she in the same boat I am. She's never had any either. It seems to be the curse for both of us." She followed them to the beach leaving me to wait in the water until the tent in my suit went down.

Back in the house, I settled down with a Zane Gray novel some renter had left. I was just getting into it when I heard Grammy call.

"Ricky, can you fix this thing for me?" 

I didn't know what the thing was but if Grammy wanted me you can bet I was going to try. I went to her room, which was the best bedroom in the house and kind of separated from the others by storage space.

What do you need, Grammy," I asked.

"Guess." She locked the door. "I haven't had any since you've been down here at the beach and you ask what I need?" She came into my arms and I kissed her as my hands played over her body and I started slipping her clothes off.

I bent to kiss her nipples, and then as she pulled my face into her breast, I played with her little triangle of hair. She opened her legs to allow me access to her slit and I slipped two fingers in her moistness.

"Ooooh baby," she moaned and humped my hand. "I need it so bad."

I laid her across the bed on her stomach with two pillows under her hips while her feet remained on the floor. Slipping out of my clothes, I stroked Old John while dipping two fingers into Grams' honey pot making her slick.

"Don't tease me, Honey," she begged. "I know I went years without getting any, but you showed me what I was missing. I need it bad."

With the pillows lifting her hips, her snatch was exactly the right height for my cock. I playfully rubbed the head up and down her slit then making sure to hit her clit gently on each pass. I was driving her wild with desire.

"Pleaassseee, Honey. Stop teasing. I need this."

I shoved in until I could feel my balls touch her hair. Pulling back until just the head remained in her, I hit bottom again. I continued slowly fucking her while she urged me on with a steady stream of encouragement.

"Yes! That the way." Every time I bottomed out I pulled her hips back against me and she would wiggle her ass. It felt wonderful, every nerve in my body was tingling and then I could hold back no longer. I was driving it to her like a jackhammer and she met me stroke for stroke.

Grams had superb control of her cunt muscles. I felt like she was actually clamping down and then releasing my shaft. Then she went completely limp and I held her tightly against me as I emptied my load in her wonderful cunt.




Grammy's Boy Ch. 03



"That was the best ever, Grams." When she didn't respond I realized she had passed out again, but this time I didn't panic. I pulled her completely onto the bed and lay beside her kissing her forehead and playing with her hair.

"Welcome back," I said when she opened her eyes.

"Damn! You did it to me again. I used to pass out like with your Grandpa". She pulled my face down until my lips met hers and her tongue found mine. "If I were young again you wouldn't need to look any further for pussy. I'd keep you so screwed these other girls wouldn't stand a chance."

"You're still the best, Grams."

"I might be good, but I can't keep up with a young stud like yourself. That's why I told you to make a play for these other girls." She got off the bed now and began to dress. Throwing my shorts over to me she asked, "You do any good with Carla?"

"Grams!"

"Don't bullshit me, boy. Why do you think I sent the two of you down here? Carla has been like a bitch in heat the last couple months. I knew if you two were alone she'd continue your education. Now, once again, how was it?"

"Wonderful!" I should have known I couldn't fool Grams. "She does things a little different than you. I won't say better, only different. I'd sure hate to have to pick between the two."

"No reason you should. We're family; share and share alike, I always say."

I joined Sara and Laura on the porch. We stared at the ocean and rocked silently for what seemed like thirty minutes. When Sara started talking it became apparent Laura was her idol even if she was two years younger. I suppose it was natural for it to seem to Sara that Laura was rich. Due to our unique family arrangement Laura certainly lived like she was rich.

Sara seemed particularly interested in our house. When she started asking Laura questions she couldn't answer I stepped in.

"Our house doesn't look like other old plantation houses because it isn't a plantation house". I started to explain. "Have you noticed it doesn't have the high ceilings and only the bottom story has big rooms? Upstairs, we have over a dozen smaller rooms, something unheard of in the old plantation houses." I had Sara's full attention and Laura was learning something also.

"If it isn't a plantation house what is it?" Sara wanted to know.

"It's a long story, but the short version is, it's a French Mansion. In the early twentieth century a lumber magnate in our area took his wife on a trip to France. She fell in love with a house they saw and the husband couldn't deny her anything. So, he purchased the mansion's building plans and when they returned he built her a house exactly like the one in France, even the landscaping was the same. I don't know if it was destroyed in the war, but a soldier from our area actually saw the original during the invasion. Grams is just the last of a long list of owners since the lumber business failed and the house went on the market."

"Wow! That's interesting. Thank you for telling me." Sara looked at Laura with undisguised admiration. "You are one lucky girl."

After I told her about our house Sara kept me busy with questions about any and everything. I thought I'd never get her to shut up until I hit upon the idea of asking her to go for a swim with me. 

"Sure, just let me slip on my suit. Are you coming Laura?"

"Naw, I'll just finish my book." After Sara went inside Laura gave me a big grin and said, "You owe me one, Cousin. You know she's a virgin, don't you?"

"You're kidding me before! She really meant it when she said she'd never...Wow!"

When Sara came back I really thought WOW! She had changed into a bikini that showed her figure to perfection. She might have been a bit skinny but her body was so well proportioned she was still a knockout.

I followed her to the beach watching her backside sway and Old John was pushing my suit out like a tent, only sideways. As soon as we reached the sand she broke into a run yelling, "Last one in is a rotten egg!"

I could have outrun her easily but I was looking forward to getting my hands on her body so she just managed to beat me to the surf. We stopped at about waist deep and started horsing around. We splashed each other a bit then broke off for a swim. I'm a pretty good swimmer, but compared to Sara all I could do is dogpaddle. I watched as she swam about fifty yards parallel to the beach then turned back. Her body seemed to slice through the water almost like a fish.

A noise from the beach caught my attention. Mom, Carla, Laura and Mary Ann were setting up volleyball net. I knew they'd soon call for us to join them but I still wanted to fool around in the water. I had forgotten all about Sara for a moment. When I looked around for her, she was nowhere in sight. 

"Where the devil..." Then something grabbed my leg and I almost had a heart attack. All I could think of was the fellow who'd suffered a shark bite a few weeks before. All this happened in an instant, of course. Then a giggling Sara surfaced beside me.

"What happened to you?" she asked. "You'd think something took a bite out of your leg, the way you jumped."

"Okay, wise ass. Two can play that game, just you wait." I splashed water in her face with my hand and she just giggled.

"Promises, promises; all you big boys do is promise."

I decided right then how I was going to get even. We joked around while taking short swims along the beach together. Sara found she could actually swim circles around me and continually did so. On one of her circles I went underwater while she was swimming away. I swam back toward her underwater then when we closed the distance I ran my hand down her stomach and pressed it against her mound. I hoped to catch her totally by surprise but I think she must have been expecting something like that. She stopped swimming and stood up since the water was only up to our chest.

"Why did you do that?" she asked when I surfaced about six feet away.

"Do what?" 

"You know very well."

"Something like this?" I asked. I pulled her back against me and cupped her breast with both hands. She didn't pull away as I expected, but when my right hand slid down to he stomach she tied to pull away.

"Not so fast," I held her fast while I slipped my hand inside her bikini's bottom. She was docile for just a minute before struggling to get away.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was barley audible. "I've never been touched down there." She was breathing heavy. "I wish I could relax like some girls, but I can't."

"Don't worry about it. I've never touched a girl there before either." I lied like a politician as I remembered Grammy's advice to let every woman think she was my first. It worked like a charm with Carla so I didn't see why it wouldn't work with Sara.

"Really?" She seemed to relax a bit. "I thought you would have had lots of women. All the money your family is supposed to have and all."

"Just because Grammy has money doesn't mean I'm rich. If we play around it would be something new for both of us." I wasn't exactly lying. If she really had no experience that would be new for her and since she would be my first virgin it would be a new experience for me too.

"Wow!" She seemed to be considering my point of view. "When you look at it that way..."

I took her in my arms in an almost brotherly fashion and lifting her face to mine I kissed her lightly on the lips. We broke the kiss off but she didn't move away. Maybe I was making progress.

"Come on, Sara," I begged. "Lets you and I learn together."

"Maybe." I could see the indecision on her face.

We were spared any more confusion by a call from the beach. They wanted us to play volleyball. When we joined the group they had already decided that Sara and Carla would play Mary Ann, Mom, and myself.

"What's wrong, Mary Ann?" I could tell the eleven year old was in a snit.

"I don't want to be on your side."

"Why not? I thought you liked me. Not too long ago we were going to get married.

" I saw you kissing her." She pointed to Sara.

"Is that all? I'll kiss you too." I picked her up, kissed her over her face and neck, while whirling around. When I finally put her down I asked. "Does that make us even?

"Yeah." At eleven grudges are quickly forgotten. She took one last shot at Sara as she took her place behind the net. "He's mine, Sara. Keep your hands off till I'm old enough to marry." 

I was hard put to keep a straight face while the other women were about to wet their pants from laughter.

WE started playing and were really getting into the game. With the score tied, each side was determined to win. The ball was coming down right between Mom and I. We both made a desperate rush and collided knocking both of us to the sand. I wound up on top of Mom with my mouth right on her left nipple and when I attempted to get up, I realized my right hand was resting on her mound. For once in my life I thought fast. Acting like I was groggy, I managed to get in a couple of good rubs feeling her puffy lips and course hair through the thin material of her bikini before Mom pushed my hand away.

"Ricky! Are you okay?" Once she decided I might live, she pushed me off so she could get up. I did notice her hand going to her crotch a moment while she was giving me a strange look. I found it encouraging that she didn't fuss at me.

That pretty much broke up the volleyball game. We went back to the house and after eating Mom, Carla, Sara and myself played scrabble. Sara was on my right while Carla sat to the left, leaving Mom directly across from me. Well into the game, while Sara was taking a long time trying to decide on a word, I felt a bare foot rubbing my legs.

Neither of the women gave any sigh of not being fully absorbed in the game, but one of them certainly was not. The foot would rub awhile then quit and soon start again in a different place. Could it be both two women were playing footsie with me? How could I find out?

Cara was in easy reach so I slipped my left hand under the table and rubbed the inside of her thighs. She didn't react in any way so I thought she had to be the culprit. Sara must have been really stuck. She continued shifting the tiles while I played with Carla's legs. I was satisfied that I was right since she seemed to encourage me. Then I felt a foot on my leg again and I was pretty sure Carla wasn't moving her leg

Could Sara be the guilty one? I decided to test her like I tested Carla. When my hand touched her upper thigh she jumped, spilling half of her tiles. That's when I was surprised. The foot didn't leave my leg while Sara was gathering tiles so I knew it had to be Mom. She gave me a big smile when I looked at her, then nodded her head and said "payback."

How about that? She didn't get mad. She just responded in a like manner. I knew then I wouldn't have to give up on my hopes for a clean sweep.

Sara won at scrabble and I was tail end Charlie. As we started to bed I made a point of kissing each woman good night. I caught Sara first and while she tried for a peck on the cheek. I managed to capture her mouth and even slip my tongue in it. I held the kiss a couple beats before she responded by letting her tongue explore my mouth.

"See you tomorrow," I said as I pressed my hard-on into her crotch. She left for upstairs and I turned to Mom with open arms. She met me with a big smile and a bigger hug.

"If you try that shit on me, I'll twist that thing off." She had her mouth close to my ear when whispering this warning. Then after sucking a hickey on my neck she gave me a passionate kiss and said, "Sleep on that one, if you can, lover."

Carla was waiting her turn and rewarded me with a very chaste kiss. I was disappointed until she whispered with her mouth next to my ear, "Don't worry about Carrie. I plan to put something on you, you won't forget. Leave your door unlocked."

Finally I turned to Grammy. It was just the two of us left when I joined her on the couch.

"Guess I won't need to go to bed naked tonight," she said.

"If you want it, I'm all yours, Grams. You know you come first with me."

"Don't get stupid on me, boy. Didn't I already tell you I want you to experience a variety? Have fun with Carla tonight"

"How did you know?" I stammered.

"Boy, I might not be a backwoods tracker like my daddy was, but I can read sign. Hot sex is written all over both of your faces." She gave me a grandmother kiss. "Don't let her be able to walk in the morning. Goodnight!"

I peeled off all my clothes and crawled on the bed. My bedroom has double glass doors connecting it to the screen porch that looked out over the Atlantic. In the light of the full moon I could see the white crests and hear the roar of the ocean as the waves rolled in at high tide. I tired to stay awake but Aunt Carla seemed to be taking a very long time. 

I must have dozed off because I didn't hear Carla until she was removing her robe. There was just enough light in the room to enable me to tell she was naked. She didn't say a word as she locked the door then crawled on my bed with her head at my cock and her cunt practically in my face.

Her hands wrapped around Old John and slowly pulled the foreskin away from the head. She replaced it with soft lips and a lapping tongue that encircled the crown while Old John got hard as a rock.

"Are you just going to lie there?" She pushed her mound into my face.

"Just taking a moment to enjoy my favorite girl." With that I started kissing her lower belly then worked my way down to the triangle of hair hiding her treasure. I pulled her nether lips open with my free hand and kissed each several times. All the while she was trying to get my cock in her mouth.

"It won't fit," she said. "You'll have to be satisfied with my tongue." She started flickering her tongue along the length of my shaft. "Oh! Mmmmnnn, she moaned when I followed her lead by ignoring the hair and using my tongue on the inside of her lips. When I gently licked and nipped on her now swelled clit, she forgot about old John. Instead she ground herself into my face like she was trying to scratch an itch inside those swollen nether lips.

"Yes, yes, yes," she remembered we had to keep quiet so she was shouting in a whisper. I don't know how else to describe her expression of pleasure. She worked her hips even faster against my face and got her mouth around Old John's head. Her tongue swirled around it as she stroked the shaft.

I worked two fingers in and out of her slit and continued alternating between kissing her now not so little nub and teasing it with my thumb. I was breathing like I'd just run a hundred yard dash when my fingers felt Carla's cunt muscles spasm and her body completely relax. It wasn't a moment too soon. A stirring in my balls announced the imminent eruption of sperm. I pulled out of her mouth in time to spurt most of it over her face. She must have swallowed the rest.

We cuddled for awhile with her head on my shoulder while she played with the hair on my chest. I ran my fingers through her blonde hair, kissed her forehead and every so often her nipples.

Old John soon became angry and stood up. I rolled over so I could properly turn Carla on. My hand played across her soft stomach then the inside of her thighs. She responded with deep kisses and every time my fingers got near her blonde grotto she tried to move it under my hand.

When we both reached fever pitch I rolled her onto her back and she pulled her knees up so that her feet were flat on the bed. I crawled between her spread legs with my cock dangling just above her entrance. I held it there to tease her.

"Quit teasing me. I've waited all day thinking about this. She then took it in her hand, rubbed it through her wet slit to help lubricate things then centered it on target. I shoved hard and our pubic hairs meshed with one stroke. "Owww! That thing hurts."

"Sorry. I thought that given all the playing around we did before you'd take it with no trouble."

"That's okay. Just hold still a second until I adjust." I kept it planted all the way but I shifted enough to allow us to French kiss. I continued kissing her until I felt her work her hips just a little. I responded in a like manner until she locked both legs around my waist. I took that as the signal she was ready and increased my moving until I was pulling out until just the head remained then I went all the way back in, tried to wiggle it a second and did it again.

"Oh, oh, oh. Soooo Goood!" Carla's moaning was getting louder.

"Quiet," I reminded her. "You keep that up and the whole crowd will be in here." She lowered the volume but she didn't stop moaning.

"I love you, Ricky! I've never felt like this before. Oooo don't stop." She kept up a steady chant like that. Man! Such praise was enough to give a boy who only a few weeks ago had never had a woman a swelled head.

All good things must end. For some reason I had noticed the clock when I had gotten between her legs so I could tell we had been going at it for fifteen minutes. I really didn't want to leave her hanging, but if she didn't soon climax I just might. I even tried thinking about having to go to college this fall but that only slowed my climb to the peak.

"Ahaaaaa! That feels so good Ricky. Let me feel you fill my pussy up with cum." Then her pussy seemed to pulsate on my cock and I blasted off. We were both completely relaxed and we fell asleep with her head on my shoulder.

"Carla! Wake up." I shook her.

"Uhhh...Let me sleep, baby. You have to give me time for a repeat performance." Her eyes never opened. She rolled over on her back and I could see the sperm run out of her pussy making a wet spot on the sheets.

"You better rise and shine, Carla. It's daylight; Mom is sure to wonder where you are when she sees your bed hasn't been slept in."

"Oh shit!" That got her awake. "If she finds me in your room we'll have to leave town to fuck. She'll never let us live it down." She threw on her robe and rushed out the door.

Later she told me it was just in time. She was in front of the TV when she heard Mom's voice calling her. When Mom came into the den she was playing with the controls, and since she had spent some time in bed before she came into my room her bed was messed up so Mom didn't get suspicious.

As we ate breakfast I considered the happenings of yesterday. Judging from both Sara's and Mom's reactions I still had a chance for two more scores. HOT DOG! 



Grammy's Boy Ch. 04



Author's Note: This story continues Grammy's Boy ch–03. It can be read and enjoyed as a standalone but it will be a more enjoyable read after the other three stories. It takes place the day after Grammy's Boy 03 ended. All characters that deal with sex are over eighteen.





I awoke as the sunrise just peeked over the Eastern horizon. I had opened the shades before going to sleep last night so I had a great view of the Atlantic Ocean from my bed. That attracted very little of my attention, however. I couldn't get my mind off the hot sex Carla and I had last night. It would have been better if Carla could have remained in my bed all night but we agreed she couldn't, not after that close call we had the other night.

So I lay there awhile playing with myself while thinking about the next time with Aunt Carla...I keep forgetting to leave off the aunt. And I kept wondering how far I could get with Sara. Her still being virgin really turned me on. I remembered how I felt just a few weeks ago before Grams finally showed me the ropes. I remembered how nervous I was about the first time. I was afraid I wouldn't do things just right and that whomever I finally made it with would laugh at me. If she would allow me to be her first I vowed to be as gentle and understanding with her as Grams had been with me.

The odor of frying bacon made me crawl out, make my bed and start the day. Pulling on a Clemson tee shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, I made my way to the kitchen/dining room where Grams and Sara were cooking breakfast.

"Good morning, Sleepy Head." Sara appeared to be in good humor for someone stuck with kitchen duty. We all took turns cooking and cleaning while at Crocodile's Cave but I really didn't expect Grams to draft a visitor.

"Gosh, Grams. You don't usually don't rope visitors into cooking." I said.

"We'll treat her like family and she can act like family," Grams replied with a wink.

"Gosh, Mrs. Jones." Sara looked at wistfully at Grams and I thought I saw a tear dribble down her cheek. "You don't know how much I'd love to be part of your family."

I felt kind of sorry for her, wearing her heart on her sleeve like that. I couldn't say I blamed her for feeling the desire to belong. Laura had filled me in on some of her Sara's background. It seems her father had been out of the picture for years and she and her mother were hard put to keep things together. To top everything, her mom often went off for days with some man leaving Sara home to make out as best she could. Sometimes Laura had to give her money during the school year so she could eat lunch with her. I must admit my heart went out to Sara when I had heard about her status and now that I witnessed this scene something got in my eye also.

"Would you now?" Grams had heard Laura filling me in. "If you're serious, I'll see what I can do about that."

"What do you mean, Mrs. Jones? How can I possibly join your family?"

"Hell, Honey! I got more money than all of us need and there are certainly empty rooms in that old house. You're over eighteen and can live where you like. We could even adopt you if necessary. Of course we'd expect you to act like part of the family. I warn you it isn't all fun and games. Ask Ricky, we all work like hell when there's work to be done."

"You got that right," I confirmed. "We raise a lot of our food in our garden and let me tell you, in the summer it gets awfully hot out there."

"Believe me, I'm not afraid of work." She hesitated a moment then her face turned from happy to sad. "I...I couldn't leave Momma," she stammered. "She really needs me. After Dad ran off she almost went mad. If I left, she couldn't take it."

"Humm. That does throw a monkey wrench in the gears." Grams took up another pan of fried bacon while indicating Sara should remove the biscuits. Don't worry Honey. Sometimes I even surprise myself with what I can do. We'll start by calling me Grams or Grammy like the rest of the family. Now, go tell the other sleepy heads they better come on to breakfast if they want to go shopping with me."

"Right away Grams." She took the stairs two at a time while I went to knock on Mom and Carla's door.

"I feel kind of sorry for that girl." Grams said when I got back.

"Well, she does seem to be nice." I replied. "Did you notice the way she tries to mimic Laura?"

"Yep. I noticed how she seems to have eyes for you too. My guess is, you can break her in if you play your cards right."

"I tried, but she's scared to let go. Laura says she's a virgin and Sara almost admitted as much."

"Well, who would have thought that? Go slow, Ricky, but not too slow. You don't want her over thinking once you get the ball rolling." Grams had to shut up when the others started piling in for breakfast. She did have a chance to whisper, "Don't do anything without condoms. She doesn't need that kind of problem. You aren't ready to be a daddy either," as she poured me a cup of coffee.

After breakfast everybody tried to decide where they wanted to go for the day. Spending the day sightseeing, including Brookgreen Gardens and other attractions, split with just shopping until they dropped. They were deciding who would go in which car when Sara spoke up.

"Would it be okay if I just stay here at the beach? You guys get here so often you might get bored with it but to me it's great."

"Of course, Honey. You do anything you want and Ricky can stay with you. It can get lonely by yourself all day." Grams caught my eye and winked. "Take good care of her, Ricky, and you better treat her just like family."

"You can count on me, Grams. We'll have a day at the beach neither of us will forget."

"What do you want to do first?" I asked, when we were alone.

"Lets hit the water before the sun gets too hot."

We changed into bathing suits and I gathered the umbrella, towels, and lotion while she got the cooler and drinks. I allowed her to lead the way so I could watch the sexy sway of her behind as she walked,

We set up the umbrella, and then raced to the water. Sara was a little ahead of me and when we made it to about chest deep I tackled her, pulling her under and getting a good feel of her petite breast in the process. She surprised me a bit when she came up laughing as she straightened her top.

We continued to play around in the water. I felt her body as much as I could and she only pretended to object. When I tried to kiss her, she was more than willing, even letting her tongue probe my mouth first. When we were locked in a passionate kiss, I tried to lift her so she could lock her legs around me. She went along at first but as soon as my hard shaft probed her she dropped away and started for the beach.

Once we settled down under the umbrella she handed me the lotion and asked if I'd put some on her back. Boy! Would I! She lay on her stomach while I kneeled beside her. I began with her feet, gently massaging them as I applied lotion. Apparently she was a woman who enjoyed a good foot rub for she visibly relaxed as I massaged them.

I started working my way up her caves, encircling each leg with both hands while working from ankle to knee and back again. I didn't want to scare her away so after covering from the knees down I switched to her upper body. As I worked on her neck, shoulders and back she started making soft contented noises and it seemed her body came unglued. I let my hands stray up her sides, trying to feel her breast. Her petite knockers didn't bulge very much so I soon abandoned that tactic.

Once I had enough tanning lotion on her upper body to prevent sunburn for the next thirty years, I had no choice but to move down and see how far she would allow me to go. Starting with the left leg, I squirted on the lotion then massaged it in from the knee to just below the bikini. She didn't react until my fingers touched the suit's material so I stopped and repeated the procedure on the other leg.

Once I had plenty of lotion applied I took advantage of my oversized hands to completely engulf her leg and slide them all the way from her calf to just below the suit's material. I had done this at poolside on Laura many times and she said it felt wonderful. Of course, since nothing sexual was going on with Laura, I always stopped lower on the leg than I did now. Judging from Sara's reaction it still must have felt just as good.

She had tightened up when I had touched near her butts before, but now as my hands approached closer and closer with each stroke, she even spread her legs a little to allow easier access to her upper thighs. Now I let my index finger stray a little ahead of its mates and as we approached the apex it lightly brushed across her bikini-covered slit. I could see her visibly tense up but she said nothing. I continued touching it lightly for several times before I tried to up the ante. On the next pass I used three fingers to firmly press against her snatch. That got an immediate response.

"Okay, I think you have my back good enough," she said as she turned over. "I can get the front." She reached for the bottle and started putting lotion across her lower body. I sat and watched her work. Actually, I watched the way her mound seemed to proudly puff out when her hand rubbed across it while she did her upper thighs and lower stomach. 

"Does that fell good?" I asked when her hand remained on her crotch a moment longer than necessary.

"What do you mean?" She jerked her hand away like she'd touched a hot wire.

"You don't have to be bashful," I teased. "I thought it felt good when I touched it a while ago."

"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about." She covered her face with a towel and pretended to go to sleep.

I wasn't to be put off that easily. I sat beside her and pretended my hands were butterflies and her body was a flower filled with nectar. Surprisingly enough she seemed to enjoy it. She made no response except to tell me how a good it felt when I hit an especially sensitive spot. Finally I lay down beside her and kissed her cheeks. By now the sand was becoming crowded so I had to control my impulses.

"I'm getting hungry," she said around eleven o'clock. "Lets go in." She grabbed up the towels and walked away leaving me with the umbrella and the rest of our junk. By the time I gathered it all up and got to the house she was already fixing sandwiches for our lunch.

"Aren't you the little homemaker," I said, as I caught her from behind. Wrapping both hands around her, I pulled her tight against my hard shaft. She wiggled her backside against me so I took a breast in each hand and kissed her neck. Turning her around, I sought her lips while she willingly wrapped both arms around my neck and pressed her mound against my throbbing shaft.

"I have something better than a sandwich for you," I whispered in her ear when I picked her up and carried her into my room.

"Mmmmm", was her only response, as I placed her on the bed and fell beside her. My arm and leg was across her body and I showered her with kisses. She was a willing partner, giving back as good as she got until my hand slid under her bikini bottom onto her little triangle of course hair.

"Don't," she said, her voice so low I could hardly hear. "We can't. I I can't," she stammered. I noticed she didn't pull away and as my hand massaged her mound she was rotating her hips against it. I continued rubbing and kissing without trying to insert a finger. I wanted her at fever pitch and she was rapidly getting there. 

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Kiss them!" I had pulled her bra up and was nipping on her nipples. They were standing out like solders at attention. I caught one in my mouth and sucked until her breast was hard all around it. My hand was still cupping her mound. She caught it with her hand and pressed it into her like she was trying to get the whole thing in her body.

I was learning something new about girls. Sometimes, "No" means "No" and other times it means, "Yes I want it, but I don't want to admit it. As she started saying "No," while her hips undulated when my index finger slipped within her moist slit, I figured this was a no equals yes time.

She was still insisting we couldn't while she was lifting her butts to help me remove her bottoms and get rid of the top. Now she was in my arms as naked as she came into this world and she was still holding me tight and probing my tongue with hers.

"Listen," I said. "I want you so bad it hurts but as long as you're saying "No" this is as far as we go. If you want anything else you have to say it's okay."

"Yessss. She shuddered as my finger twirled around the edge of her pussy. "Just do me."

In a jiffy I was as naked as she was and unrolling a condom onto old John. Sara watched so intently I was convinced she had never even seen a cock before.

"Are all men's that big?" She confirmed my speculation.

"Some aren't this big and some are bigger. I think mine is a little bigger than most. At least, that's what I've been told."

"Wow! I don't think it will fit."

"Don't worry, I'll go real slow and if it hurts too much just say, "I can't take it," and I'll stop. You are so used to saying no I'm not going to pay any attention to that word."

"Will it hurt much?"

"I'm told it hurts at first but it isn't long before there is no other feeling as good. Some like this also." I slid down in bed until my face was right in her cunt. Carefully, I pulled the outer lips apart. Then my tongue teased her little nub out of its hiding place. As I tugged it slowly with my lips it seemed to grow larger and Sara went ballistic. The way she was moaning, if anyone had been in the house, they would have known the score. Heck, I'm surprised we weren't heard down on the beach.

With that I got between her legs and pulled them across my shoulders, giving me a wide-open target. I rubbed Old John across her slit a couple times then lined it up and shoved in a couple inches. At least that was my plan. Sara was so tight I couldn't even insert the head. So far I had caused her little pain and she was still writhing with passion.

It was time for plan B. I got the tube of "personal lubricate," from the night stand and applied a generous amount to her vagina using my fingers to get it in until I felt an obstruction. I kneeled over her again with Old John bobbing around like a stallion's. She was still pulling at me and begging me to do it. This time when I lined him up and shoved, Old John slipped right in but the look on Sara's face went from passion to shock. I was still stretching her a lot. I stopped, just holding my position to let her adjust.

"Okay," I said after most of the expression of tension went out of her face. "This will probably hurt a little for a few minutes but it'll go away and you'll wonder how you did without for all these years." She smiled bravely and just nodded. I pulled back until I thought the head was the only part left inside her cunt then I rammed it home as hard as I could.

"Oh my God!" She screamed. "You're killing me."

"It's over now," I assured her. In a few minutes it'll feel wonderful."

"How the hell do you know? Have you ever had a dick split you apart?"

She had me there. "No, but I read a lot and that's what the books say." I didn't pull out, instead I lay quietly on her and soon I noticed she started to move slightly. I followed her lead and before long she was working her hips and moaning about how good it was. Her tight sheath was just too much for me to last as long as I wanted. 

I couldn't help it. I drove into her like a jackhammer. She was game and tried to work back, but she couldn't match my frantic pace and when I felt the volcano in my balls start to rumble I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm about to cum," I warned. "Cum with me if you can." With that I felt myself pumping into her. If not for the condom I'd have surely filled her. When finished, I collapsed beside her and as we lay there with her head on my shoulder I played in her hair while we talked. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Never felt anything so good." We both drifted off to sleep. Later, as we discussed our first time she confided she didn't know what I was talking about when I told her to cum with me if she could. However, that was after our next session when she had learned exactly what I meant.

The clock beside my bed read 2 O'clock when I awoke. Sara was on her back beside me, still naked, still asleep. I watched her chest rise and fall a few moments; then started blowing lightly on her nipples. They hardened and stood out like a Marine at attention. Unable to resist, I rolled one between my fingers while I nibbled on the other.

Sara must have really been asleep. She didn't move as I trailed kisses down her naked body from her breast to her mound. She began to stir but still hadn't fully awakened when I ran my tongue through her triangle of coarse, curly hair. She came alive when my tongue found her clit and started flicking across it.

She grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me into her. I managed to slip two fingers into her still snug channel and search for her G-Spot. I had only seen this on video so I didn't really know what I was doing. I don't think I ever found the spot but between my tongue and fingers I was driving her nuts. Her hips bucked so much I could barley keep my tongue in her slit much less on her clit, but each time I found it she moaned and begged me not to stop.

I did stop, however, just long enough to run my arms under both legs and lift them to my shoulders. I kneeled between them with my raging hard-on barley touching the hair surrounding her slit. Supporting myself with one hand I guided old John to the opening and pushed. I thought it would go in easier given our first bout and the amount of moisture leaking from the lips.

"Oh!" she said, "I thought you said it wouldn't hurt anymore."

"Like you said, I haven't had a dick stuck in me. All I know is what I have read. I kept working slowly, trying to gain a little with each stroke. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Hell no! It hurts a little bad but it hurts a lot more good."

She was working against me so I pushed harder. When our pubic hairs meshed, her face glowed with excitement. She grimaced and twisted her head from side to side while her hips matched mine stroke for stroke. I thought Grammy's was good and certainly Carla's drove Old John wild but right here, right now, Sara's was wonderful. I think maybe it was because this was her first time and she was extremely tight.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, goodness. I never felt like this."

I could feel the muscles inside her vagina grip my shaft. It felt like they were actually chewing on it. I held still a minute or two, just enjoying the sensation. When I sensed she'd climaxed I started pumping short fast strokes. The pressure in my balls increased to the point of boiling over and they erupted inside her now relaxed cunt.

"Hey! I can feel you pumping into me even through the rubber." She took my face in both hands and rained kisses on it, "I felt a sensation start at the bottom of my foot and run all the way to the top of my head," she said. "I never felt anything like that before. It was wonderful."

"That's what I was talking about when I asked you if you'd come awhile ago. I bet you know from now on if you did or not." I have to admit that, I was feeling a little proud of myself. Man! I was taking care of three women. How many other men could make that claim?

We lay on the bed a few minutes before I reminded her the others would be returning before long. I started pulling on my clothes, but she just sat up and started playing around in my nightstand drawer. Suddenly she jumped up and faced me.

"Aren't you the little liar? Why did you tell me I would be your first? If I'm your first what happened to the rest of the condoms that were in this box?"




Grammy's Boy Ch. 04



I could see the truth dawn on her.

"You are screwing somebody else." She paused. "But there's nobody here except your family." Yep she was working it out. "My God! You're screwing your family. Not your mother or Laura, that would be just too much. You're fucking Carla, aren't you?"

I used the time-honored tactic of don't admit anything, even if they catch you on the half-stroke. She broke into a big grin. "No darn wonder Carla been in such a good mood lately. Laura said that if she didn't knows better she'd think Carla was getting a good screwing."

"Uh, look Sara, if what you think was true, and I'm not saying it is, mind you, I sure wouldn't like to have anyone know about it any more than you'd want them to know what we just did." Oh yeah! I could see she was beginning to get my drift.

"Don't worry, Ricky. We'll just let all this be our little secret. Maybe we can do it again once in awhile. I didn't know what I was missing."

"Deal!" I kissed her and patted her on the behind. "Now get dressed before everybody knows why we're in such a good mood."

We had gotten dressed and were sitting on the porch watching the waves when an explosion of female voices erupted. We went into the family room where all the women were showing each other their prizes and bragging about how much they saved.

"Oh shit!" I suddenly remembered I had bought Mom a bikini when she pulled out one she'd just purchased. She held it up against her body to model it. Darn, I thought, she picked out one even skimpier than I did.

"You got to show us how that looks on you, Mom."

"Yeah!" Carla started chanting and the others followed. "Mod-el-it. Mod-el- it Mod-el-it!" Mom pretended to be reluctant but you could tell she was anxious to demonstrate her trim body. She took long enough changing that all other purchases had been examined and ohooed over before she came back out.

"Holy Cow!" I almost strangled on my coke. Mom had never looked that sexy in anything, Her boobs were straining against the narrow top that did little more than cover the nipples and I really don't have words to describe the bottom fit. I think maybe Grammy put it best.

"Dang Carrie! No wonder it took you so long. I know you had to shave."

I never thought I'd see that much of Mom. Her mound was even showing a little skin. I just had to hug her and congratulate her on her great taste. Of course the chance to hug her and maybe rub up against her body didn't hurt either. She surprised me again. Instead of backing off when I tried to pull her into me she bored right in. Old John stood up, ready for action. Carla was the first to notice.

"Goodness Carrie! Look at what you've done to the poor boy." She pointed to the horizontal tent that was poking off the front of my normally loose fitting shorts. "Are you going to fix that for him or will I have to do it?"

Mom looked daggers at her, but said nothing. Instead she kissed me on the forehead saying, "Sorry, I didn't realize I had that effect on you."

I couldn't say a word, I just held her as long as I could. I loved the feel of her breast pressing against me. Finally she pulled away and went into the bedroom to change back. Everybody else except me said they were going to take a walk on the beach before dark.

"Ricky!" Mom called from the bedroom a little later. "Would you bring me that pair of blue shorts I hung on the porch this morning." When I brought them to her, she said, "I'm in the bathroom, just leave them on the bed."

I decided this was a good time to start things rolling. Opening the door then shutting it loudly without leaving I sat in the corner where I wouldn't be so noticeable. My efforts were soon rewarded when Mom came out as naked as the day she was born. I got a good view of the thin strip of brown hair and luscious breast. I really think a full bush, like Grammy's looks sexier. She then turned so I only got a side view as she pulled on her white nylon panties. Then she got my former milk bottles in her bra and tried to fasten it.

"Damn! I'm getting worst with these hooks every day." She was fumbling with both hands behind her back and seemed to be getting nowhere. She was so distracted she didn't appear to hear me walk up behind her.

"Let me help," I whispered. She must have jumped two feet away from me upsetting a chair in the process. Of course, the bra fell away leaving her tits swaying in the breeze, as we say down south.

"Ricky! You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing in here anyway?"

"Looking at a beautiful woman that I love. Besides, I might have known you'd need help with the bra." That's when she seemed to realize she was almost naked.

"Well...You're right about that and since you already saw what is to be seen, I guess you might as well."

I was so flustered at my success that I tried to pick up the bra the same time she did. We bumped heads in the process and both dropped it again. "Okay, I'll get it Mom, you just turn your back." I reached around her and between the two of us we got everything inside the cups. I hooked her up but pretended to think they needed adjusting. I put everything I'd learned from Carla and Grammy into the effort and as I rolled the nipples between my thumb and forefinger she didn't resist.

"I'm your mother. You shouldn't do that." She didn't really sound like she meant it.

I kissed her neck then nibbled her ear lobes. "But it feels real good, don't it?"

"Yeah! How did you learn so much? Has that doggone Carla been showing you things?" She turned to face me and my hand dropped down and brushed over her triangle of hair. Or where it would have been if she hadn't shaved. "I thought I caught her coming out of your room the other morning but I wasn't sure."

"I wish she had been," I lied. "I mean I need somebody to show me how to do it right."

"Why not try Sara? She's more your age." Mom still didn't pull away as I rubbed my hand over her mount. I could hear her breathing change.

"I tried kissing Sara, but she's as inexperienced as me. I need a woman who knows what she's doing." Mom was enjoying what my fingers were doing. "Do you think Aunt Carla would help me?"

"Don't you dare!" The old rivalry reared its ugly head. "Here, I'll show you." She took my face in both hands and our lips met. After a moment of soft tender kissing her tongue played across my lips as it sought entrance. I pretended I had no idea what she was doing. Finally I let her push in and when her tongue met mine I started following her lead. When I caught her ass with both hands and pressed her against Old John, she slowly rotated her pelvis against it.

"Now that's how you kiss a real woman," she whispered breathlessly when we came up for air. Just as I slipped my hand inside her panties we heard the others chattering on the porch while they toweled off. Mom quickly pulled away before I even got a finger in her moist slit. "Go out through the porch door as soon as they all get inside. We don't want anyone to see us come out together."

Talk about lousy timing! Why couldn't they have stayed in the water another twenty minutes? I had Mom right on the edge. Once I got my fingers on her clit I'd have been home free. It took a lot of will power to put on a big happy smile when I joined the rest of the family. When Mom joined us I noticed she was looking daggers at Carla. Oh oh! What have I started?

While the younger women left to change and fix dinner Grammy said she wanted to talk with me in her room. Knowing that was the only room in the house that was almost soundproof, I thought to use the time to satisfy her. As long as we didn't start howling like a dog the others wouldn't hear us. I immediately started removing her swimsuit as soon as I closed the door.

"Wow Grammy! You're still the sexist woman I know." I cupped her breast and kissed her on the back of her neck."

"Liar, but I love to hear it."

"Does this feel like I'm lying?" I pulled her tight against me where Old John poked her on her naked behind.

"Guess not. At least this big fellow seems to like me." She turned. Dropping to her knees she took it in her mouth and ran her tongue around the crown. Even though it hadn't been that long since I had Sara, I couldn't help but grasp the back of her head and work it back and forth while she sucked it like a child with a lollypop.

"Okay, that's enough. He's ready and I've been waiting since last evening."

She stood and I swept her up and deposited her on the bed. Her legs spread wide and I crawled between, knowing it wouldn't be long before they called us for dinner. With no further foreplay she guided me into her tight slit.

"Uhhh...go easy. I'm dryer than I thought."

I could feel her inner lips tightly clasping my shaft as I slowly pushed into her. I could imagine them being pulled back still clinging to Old John then reversing direction on my down stroke keeping a perfect seal on my cock. I gained an inch or so with each stroke as Grammy's secretion increased. After a few strokes I was in all the way with my balls banging on her bottom. 

"Ooooooooh, baby. I missed this so much." She moaned, covering my face with kisses as we made love. She must have been really horny for I felt her muscles clasping and unclasping my shaft and she started the wild shake that sometimes signaled the beginning of her orgasm. I pounded her faster and as I felt the pressure build in my balls I rammed it in as far as could and just held it there as I pumped my load into her now relaxed pussy.

"I hope that lasts you awhile." Grammy said as we were dressing. "I don't think the midnight shift is going to show up."

"What do you mean, midnight shift won't show?"

"I mean Carla was complaining that her period started this morning. She won't be up to handling this big fellow." She caught around Old John and stroked it a time or two. "Maybe you better try one of the other girls or run things by hand. I can't take this thing over once a day."

Since this was to be our last night at the beach everybody but Mom wanted to go see a show over at Myrtle Beach. I remembered my time in her room and decided I hang around with her.

The house seemed deathly quiet after that gang left. Mom and I decided to take one last swim then watch a movie.

"Wait up a minute, Mom," I said as she went to change. I rushed to my room and returned with the bikini I had bought for her. "I know you bought a great suit but I got this for you several days ago. I forgot about it in all the rush and good times we've been having."

"Thanks, honey. I'll wear it for our swim, just for you." She disappeared into her room and when she came back I was amazed at how good she looked. Not only were her breasts trying to pop out of their cloth prison, but also the bottoms fit her like a glove. Her camel's foot proudly pushed out leaving a clear indentation down the middle. Unlike the suit she bought, this one didn't reveal any skin above where the leg joined the torso giving an overall impression its wearer was a quality lady.

"I just love it." She twirled around twice then stopped to give me time to examine her. Pretending to feel the material I brushed her nipple and she didn't pull back so I kissed her full on the mouth.

"I love you, Mom." I whispered as we broke off. 

"I love you too, honey. Now lets go for one last swim before we leave tomorrow."

A low tide and perfectly smooth ocean greeted us as we threw our towels on the sand and waded out to about chest deep. We played around a little then Mom waded over close to me, catching both my arms. I could tell she had something on her mind.

"Ricky," she started, "I guess I need to apologize for violating your privacy, but I'm your mother and felt I really needed to know. While you and Grams were in her room this evening I snooped in yours."

"Well, did you find something interesting? My stash of x-rated super eights or my Playboys in the closet?"

"I missed those, but I did find a partially used box of condoms so I know you are doing someone. Who?"

"Do I really have to answer?"

"No, but it could help me make up my mind about something I've been considering. Something along the lines of what happened in my room. I promise whatever you say won't ever be repeated and you could be very pleased by the results."

"Are you sure?" I wondered if she could mean what I hoped she meant. "Okay, I'll tell the truth. But, Mom, if you breathe a word of this, I swear you'll be sorry."

"I believe you, and mums the word. Who have you found to use the condoms on?"

"Grammy, Carla, and Sara." She looked shocked. "My God, all three? I could tell from the bulge in your pants you were a full grown man." She emphasized full. "But can you really keep up three women?"

"I only did Sara once. Today was her first time."

"You're telling me she was a virgin! Well, what's wrong with Laura? You haven't broken her in yet?"

"She's only sixteen."

"At least you have some scruples." Mom was silent for what must have been over a minute. Then she put her arms around my neck. "Who am I to talk about scruples?" She asked, "The truth is, Ricky, ever since you rubbed up against me on the porch that day, I can't get my mind off you. All I can think of during every spare moment is your dong pressing into my mound that day. Truth is, if the rest hadn't come in when they did, I'd have probably dragged you to the bed this afternoon. I've been thinking I would disgust you if you knew, but from what you just told me, incest doesn't bother you a bit."

"We're all adults, Mom. If an adult was screwing a person who was dependant on them, it would be wrong, but the way I see it all the people in the family that I've screwed can support themselves. That's why I think it would be wrong for me to fuck Laura." I hugged her close. "While you, my lady, are fair game."

"I just don't know. If I did what I wanted to I'd take you right now."

I slipped my arms around her legs pulling them up so she could wrap them around my waist. I could see in her eyes she had lost the half-hearted argument with herself. She locked her legs around me and our tongues performed a waltz with each other. I don't think I ever felt anything so sexy. Sure Grammy and Carla could turn anybody on, but Mom; Mom was a different story altogether. I could feel my cock pressing against her and I swear I think it reached all the way from her mound to her navel. I had never been so hard in my wildest dream. Knowing I'd never get my cock out the leg of my suit, I started attempting to get it down so Old John could find a home. Mom was helping when suddenly she stopped.

"No, not here."

"Aw Mom, not again. I'll have a case of the blue balls like never before. Besides, you know you want it as much as I do."

"You're right, I am so horny I can't stand it." She kissed me again. Are you sure you want be so sore tomorrow neither of us can walk? I did it in salt water before and even though his cock was nothing compared to yours, neither of us could screw again for two days. I say lets go up to a bed."

I felt foolish. She was right, of course. Water washed away all the natural lubricant and as big as my cock felt right now I thought we'd need all we could get.

I was walking on air all the way to my bedroom. Shutting the door, I turned to Mom and she came willingly into my arms. I unloosened her top and tried to pull her bottoms off but she was trying to get mine off at the same time. We were interfering with each other.

"Okay," she laughed, "you go first." She helped me slide her suit off. With her bare pussy right in front of me I couldn't help myself. I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue through her slit. She pulled my face into her while she worked her bottom against me. 

"No fair," she complained, I need to see my prize too. She had me naked in a skinny minute. It was her turn to get on her knees and I found out she could take most of Old John's length down her throat. I don't know how she did it. She would hold it in for a few seconds, and then she took a breath and sucked it in again. It felt wonderful. I don't have the words to describe the feeling.

"Come on," I picked her up and deposited her on the bed. "Much more of that and I unload down your throat and I want the first time I fill you full of cum to be in your cunt, not your mouth."

"I'm yours to command, honey. With a cock like that, your slightest wish is my command." We were both too excited for much foreplay. That could come later, on the second flight into paradise. Right now Mom spread her legs wide and I did manage to rub a finger through her cunt enough to help with the lubrication. While doing that I made a discovery; Mom had a clit that look almost like a little boy's peter. I was surprised and wanted to investigate it further but Mom was working her hips sensuously and my cock was dripping pre-cum. This was no time for exploring.

"Hey, you got to go easy. That thing is big." I had tried to sink Old John into heaven with one stroke, but he met too much resistance. "Let me have a chance to adjust to you, honey. It has been a long time since I've had one of any size and I don't think I ever had one like that."

"Sorry, Mom. You're just so beautiful I couldn't think straight. I should have known better." I tried to work my way in slowly, like I had with Sara earlier. The look of bliss on Mom's face as I gained inch by inch was reward enough for being gentle. As she worked up against my constant pressure Old John slid steadily inward and she started moaning about how good my cock felt.

"How did I miss my baby growing up into such a man?" She tried to pull my face down to hers. We kissed, our tongues exploring the others mouth. I pulled back when out pubic hairs meshed and my balls touched her bottom. She twisted her head from side to side as I pounded into the woman I had never dreamed I had a chance to fuck.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh! O God its soooo good. Oooooo. She moaned all the time her vagina's muscles were grasping and releasing my cock like it was trying to chew it up. I held off cumming until Mom went limp, then with a couple more stokes I unloaded my balls.

"My baby." Mom pulled me back down for a gentle kiss. "I never had it so good." We lay together, basking in the afterglow until Mom said, "How much cum did you have?" She reached down to check. "There's an awful lot running out of me." Now I was curious and sat up to check.

"Well, you got a real cream pie this time." My sperm was running down her butt to puddle on the bedspread. I checked the time. "We better get cleaned up. The others will be back soon.

"We have a little time." She slid down so she could get me in her mouth. Her tongue and lips playing with my shaft soon had it standing out straight again.

"One more quickie," she begged, "doggie style." She got on all fours and shook her ass provocatively. "Give it to mommy."

I knelt behind her and lined up with my target. I could feel the sperm still all over her cunt. This time, when I pushed, she was still tight but slick enough to make it better. She pushed against my thrusts and we had a good rhythm going. Mom was yelling stuff like Yes! Yes! Harder, fuck me harder when the other women returned. We didn't know they were there until the door opened and Grams and Carla walked in. I saw them just as I heard them slam the bedroom door to prevent the others from seeing us.

"Don't you dare stop now!" Mom commanded. She didn't have to worry. I don't think I could have stopped if I tried. No one said a word until Mom moaned that she was coming. I quickened my pace and soon followed, but this time I didn't pump so much into her warm sheath.

"Well Carrie," Carla teased, "maybe you won't be such a touchy bitch now that you've had a good reaming. He's good, ain't he?"

"Wondered how long it'd take you," was Grammy's only comment.




Grammy's Boy Ch. 04



"Show's over folks," Mom said. "You can run along now and let the grown-ups finish."

"Huh!" Carla retorted, "Looks to me like you already finished." She followed Grammy out the door.

"Too bad we must go home tomorrow." Mom said as we pulled our clothes on. "I really love the Crocodile's Cave." She gave me a motherly hug and kiss. "I really love you too, big boy."

"I know, Mom. I love you too, but more like a man than a son. I hope we can continue at home."

"Shoot, with Carla, Grams and Sara on your string do you think you can find time for an old lady like me?"

"You better believe it." I patted her on the butts as we walked out the bedroom together.

****

"Hello. I'm Ricky and Mary Ann's son, Timmy. I'm sure you are wondering why I'm writing this instead of Daddy. I'll try to explain.

After Dad died in 2008 we tried to keep things going at the big house, that's what we started calling Grammy's place after she died. We did pretty well until things started falling apart with the economy. Thank goodness Mama Carrie didn't live to see things go downhill. We weren't broke, but it was getting obvious we couldn't keep things up with all the cousins living there like they were doing. That's when Momma, made a decision. We would sell the country place and try to hold on to the Crocodile's Cave. Miss Carla, Momma and myself would live there year round and the cousins could visit in the summer.

The buyers wanted us to remain in the house a few months to look after it until they moved in, so we took our time deciding what to take and what to leave. The office was the last room to go through. In a dusty box packed back on a top shelf I found the stories written by Daddy along with a number of his diaries. I spread everything on his desktop and started reading.

I spent every waking hour for the next four days studying my find. To say I was spellbound would be putting it mildly. When I finished I had discovered a side of my Daddy I never knew existed. He had kept a detailed account of our family from the early sixties until a couple of years after he married Momma. On top of the papers in the box was a handwritten page telling of how he hoped to get his stories published. I could find no record of his being successful so I decided to take up where he left off. 

First I proofread Grammy's Boy, and got it ready to submit to Lit erotica. Then I did the same with the other two. The unfinished story stumped me for awhile. It was too good to leave and not finished enough to submit. I decided to finish it by summarizing his life from the end of chapter 03 until he stopped the diaries. I never dreamed Momma would get so involved in the project or that things would go the way they did. Anyway, here goes, the way Daddy told it, but dressed up for publishing.

After he left the beach, he'd hooked up with Sara only twice. Grammy was true to her word about helping. She bought her a fifty-seven Chevy that was in very good shape and helped Sara finish High School and College of Charleston. She did good enough that scholarships and odd jobs got her through MUSC and today she has a thriving family practice in Jones Corner.

Daddy, Miss Carla, Mama, that's what I called my grandmother Carrie, and Grammy continued to live together until first Grammy then Mama died. If the writings are to be believed he supplied the three with all the sex they wanted and except for a couple times with Laura, none of them had other partners. I was suspicious they had "three and four ways" but it was never mentioned. I am not the man my daddy was.

When Laura turned eighteen, Daddy took her to dinner to celebrate. I'll let him tell you in his exact words."

****

We all attended Laura's High School graduation and after the ceremony She approached me shyly reminding me of my promise to, in her words, 'make her a woman.' I hardly knew how to respond. For nearly two years Carla, Mom, Grammy and myself had been committed to each other.

They were all for it, suggesting I take her to Percy's Place in Charleston, a high class spot in West Ashley where you could drop several hundred on a meal and drinks that were out of this world, served in booths that were so private one had to stand beside them to know they were occupied.

I was well known at Percy's and we were given a booth in a back corner that was made for lovers. Starting with Champagne we forgo the appetizer in favor of shrimp, a favorite of us both. Laura was still nervous as what to expect, even though she had, in effect requested what was about to happen. I knew just how she felt. I had been the same way only about two years ago when Grammy took me under her wing and between her legs. I'd learned a lot in the last two years and I put it to good use now. I was determined to make this a night Laura would never forget.

We spoke of her future plans while sipping on champagne. Laura wanted to become a lawyer and I assured her we would support her in any way we could. Her mother, Aunt Emma, was now married to a guy who really didn't have a lot. She had been worried about the cost of her schooling and was greatly relieved by my promise. She thanked me with a big hug and kiss.

By the time we finished our meal Laura was in the giggling stage and had no objection to my advances. In fact she seemed to enjoy them, for she snuggled up close while I let my hands explore her body. We were both pretty well turned on by the time we checked into the Seaside Suites, my favorite hotel.

I undressed her then shed my own clothes. She was my second virgin and while I'm not too sure how to expect them to act, I do know she was a lot shyer than Sara. When she tentatively touched my shaft, which was so hard its head resembled a big purple plum; she expressed doubts it would fit.

I tried to assure her I'd be as gentle as possible. Kneeling beside the bed, I pulled her to the side and placed her legs over my shoulders. Her bushy cunt lined up perfectly with my face so my tongue went to work. She was as hairy as any woman I'd seen. I parted the hair and nibbled on her clit. She was hesitant at first but as I continued licking her little button she started to respond. Her hips started undulating slowly then became so frantic I could hardly keep my tongue where she wanted it. Finally, with a moan, her body relaxed and she kept saying how good it was and that she had never felt anything like it

I scooted up beside her and continued to rain kisses on her face and breast. For her part, she reached for Old John, who by this time was about to blow a gasket. Once again she questioned if she could take something that big. For the first time, I began to wonder and cursed myself for not having bought K-Y Jelly on the way over. I suppose I might have if I needed a condom but Mom assured me Laura had been on the pill for six months.

They say a little spit works wonders, and I think they may be right. Soon I had her bucking her hips against my hand as I rubbed between her big toes, I once again pulled her to the edge of the bed. With her butts almost hanging off the bed I put both of her legs on my shoulders and lined Old John up with its target. I rubbed it up and down her slit, before beginning inward pressure. I chose this position for its view, and it allowed me more control. My purplish crown barely started to enter between the outer lips when she groaned it hurt. When I asked her if she wanted me to stop she said no, that she wanted to feel what Sara had felt when I took her cherry.

I used a little more spit and gained an inch in her. I worked back and forth and as she adjusted I continued to gain ground, or should I say pussy. I stopped when I felt an obstruction to let her adjust to him before Old John stormed the final blockade. As she became used to being filled and stretched to the limit, she started wiggling and saying how good it felt.

Now was the time. I warned her this would hurt but she assured me she was ready. Going by the theory that it was better to pull tape off my hairy chest quickly rather than slowly, I drove hard into that tight channel. I felt Old John pop through the barricade and push on to her cervix. She screamed and tried to push me away but I knew that wasn't the thing to do. She needed to adjust and become loosened up or she would forever be afraid. 

I held it tight in her sheath until she finally stopped trying to push me away and relaxed. We lay like that about five minutes with me telling her what a brave, beautiful woman she was. I continued to remain still until I felt her move slightly. The movement became more pronounced and she started telling me how good it felt. I tried to match her movements until the expression on her face told me she was ready for action. 

I pulled back until only the crown remained inside. I could see the outer lips cling to my shaft then reverse as I reentered and she moaned something about how good it felt. I continued the slow fucking until her hip movement told me she wanted more. I started driving into her tight pussy for all I was worth. She was quickly panting like a dog and I was afraid her moans would carry to the next suite. Soon I was breathing as hard as she was and, when I felt her relax again, I let go, pumping my load into her sweet pussy. It was a good thing she was on the pill, for I don't think a rubber would have held together and even if I felt it pop, there was no way I could have pulled out. 

We had a second bout in the middle of the night and another at daybreak. When we returned from breakfast I wanted one for the road but when I touched her with a finger she was sore and not up to it. I assured her it was okay when she apologized for having to turn me down.

****

In later writings I found reference to him and Laura having got together four more times before she went to college. They spent a week at the beach after her freshman year. A boyfriend is mentioned after that and apparently he kept her well screwed.

I won't bore you with day-to-day living at Grammy's house, which was well chronicled. I will say they seemed to have a rotation scheduled where he slept with each twice a week. Sunday was his day off.

All the while Carla's daughter, Mary Ann was growing into a beautiful young woman, as was common to our family. The adults took great pains to keep their relationship a secret even from Mary Ann. When she announced that she would like to attend a well-known college prep boarding school in the city it solved their problem, at least while she was away at school.

Vacation times when Mary Ann was home was a problem since she never got over the crush she had on Daddy. I think he must have had similar feeling, for his diary mentioned her more and more. Apparently they spent her last two summer vacations mostly together, with him slipping into the other women's rooms late at night so Mary Ann wouldn't find out. It must have worked, for Momma later told me she had no idea what was happening. She continued to insist she was going to marry him, and a year after she graduated she did just that.

According to the diary, the women's libido must have dropped down about the time of the marriage. Daddy readily admits, his body's ability to cash the checks his mind kept writing, decreased. By the time I came along they had pretty much settled down to normal family life with him slipping around to screw Miss Carla and Mama once or twice a month. Grammy wasn't interested any more. That pretty much brings you up to what you already know.

****

"What have you been doing, cooped up in this office for so long?" Momma walked in while I was reviewing the first story before submitting it to Literotica. She started reading over my shoulder. "Let me see that!" She grabbed the story out of my hand and didn't give it back until she finished reading.

"Is there more?" Her voice had a funny sound. Was she actually getting hot from reading it? I went back to proofing number one after handing her the other two. She was completely absorbed. Sometimes she read parts aloud, not to me, but kind of to herself. I really think she forgot I was in the room.

"I remember that," she said when reading about Daddy running to the pen thinking an animal was hurting her prize pig. When she got to the hot parts I noticed she became flush and squirmed a lot. Finishing, she just sat and stared out the window. "How could I have been so stupid?" she muttered to herself. "I denied myself all these years because of what Ricky would think if he knew about it." She handed back the stories and left.

When Momma called me for dinner, I noticed she had changed her dress to a short pleated skirt with a top that showed a lot of skin between the waist and its bottom. She had also fixed her hair and applied make-up. In short, she looked pretty hot.

"You got a date, tonight Momma?"

"Certainly. With my favorite man." She did a little twirl that lifted the full skirt enough to show part of her light blue panties. "Do I look nice enough for him. Do you think?"

"Momma, you look nice enough for anybody, but just who is he? I didn't know you were even talking with anyone."

"It's you, silly!" She gave me a little push on my shoulder. "You are the only man in my life. Now sit down and lets eat. I have a good movie for us to watch together."

All during dinner I could hardly keep my eyes off Momma. She really was still a beautiful woman at fifty-seven and I'd had dreams about her since I was fifteen. I used to imagine what it would feel like to touch her breast or maybe her private parts. Now, at twenty-four I was still wondering and still hadn't done anything about it.

Don't take me wrong. I was a normal boy in High School acting just like any horny young man with a hot car and money to spend. Add to that my inheriting Daddy's genes for cock size and, I am told, good looks. All in all I had a lot of girls spread out on the back seat. My friends laughingly said I had ruined half the girls in Jones Corner for any normal man.

After graduation I let a friend talk me into a trip to the Sunset Lodge. The ladies there seemed to take a liking to me. Word about me seemed to spread quickly, for the girls would go out of their way to get me to select them. I heard a lot of comments on my size and often, if things were slow they would let me stay longer for free. I really think I tried every girl there that summer and some taught me a lot.

When I left for college I pretty much knew my way around the female anatomy and I had the equipment to put my knowledge to use. I dated many women in college and most of those wound up spending at least one night in my off campus apartment.

Somehow none ever lived up to my dreams of Momma and how sexy it would be to crawl between her legs. So, every time I was home I'd go back to sneaking looks at Momma, trying to catch sight of her naked body. Sometime my efforts paid off with a shot of her bare boobs and twice I caught sight of the thick triangle of hair below her belly button. Most nights, if I didn't have a date, I went to bed jerking off while thinking of her.

After we'd cleared the dishes and put them in the washer, Momma suggested I shower and dress comfortably while she finished in the kitchen and got the movie ready. I was back down in record time but Momma was already sitting on the sofa, with the VCR running through the previews of coming attractions.

"Where's Miss Carla?" I asked when I didn't see her around.

"Mom left right after you went upstairs. She and her friends are having a girls night out and she said she was staying over at Betty's place tonight." Momma pointed to the far end of the sofa. "Sit over there where you can rub my feet. They're tired and ache." She settled on the other end and stuck her feet on my lap. The movie was a sexy offering about this girl going back to her home in the outback where she tries to seduce the man she thinks is her father. I had seen it before but it was still interesting, especially the scenes of the naked sex kitten doing everything but raping her father.

A girlfriend of Momma's had recommended the movie, so this was her first time to see it. It started right off sexy and as it played I could tell Momma was getting into the story. She kept squirming and each time she shifted her short skirt rode up showing more thigh. I could hardy watch the screen from staring at Momma's legs and wondering how to get a better view of her panties.

I moved from massaging her feet to massaging her calves and managed to spread her legs enough to give me a view of her panties, except there were no panties. Apparently she had removed them while I was upstairs. I was staring right at her bush. That's when I realized she saw me looking and was pleased. I then started rubbing above her knees, letting my fingers roam higher with each stroke. Momma shifted around so she could spread her legs a little wider and rub her foot over my shaft at the same time.

"Damn, he's even bigger than Ricky," she muttered. Then she acknowledged that she saw me trying to look up her dress. "Like what you see?"

"Yes Momma, I've wanted to do this a long time." That's when I touched the edge of her mound with my forefinger and heard her sharp intake of breath. "I never dreamed you would actually let me do this." I had one hand rubbing her thighs while the other was playing in her bush and feeling the soft flesh of her mound. Her response shocked me.

"Honey, I've wanted this for years, probably since you were fifteen. I just knew it was wrong and, if your Daddy found out, he would never understand. Now I find out that bastard was into incest most of his life and I seemed to be the only one left out."

"Don't forget, Momma, after he married you he didn't do the others very much." I felt the necessity to defend Daddy.

"Makes no difference, if he'd only told me I would have acted on my impulse to seduce you a long time ago."

"We can make up for lost time the rest of our lives." I slipped first one finger then two into the same hole they had come out of twenty-four years ago. I wiggled them around and her hips started gently undulating.

"Damn right! Come up here and give Momma a kiss." I removed my finger from paradise and slid up on her so I could lock my arms around her neck as we kissed. I nibbled her lower lip and she moaned and seemed to be trying to clean my teeth with her tongue. My cock was rock hard and rubbing directly on her pussy.

Her hands tried to unbuckle my belt, but there wasn't room between us. "Get up a minute and lets lose these clothes," she said. In seconds we were naked. She lay back on the sofa. "Now, lets do this thing right." She put one leg up on the back while the other foot rested on the floor.

I don't think I'll ever forget the sight of her spread out naked on the sofa with her legs open and inviting me in. I put my face next to her vagina and blew my breath on the hair. I could smell the musky woman's sent emanating from her moist slit while she caught her hands in my hair and pulled my face down. I parted the hair to expose her outer lips then ran my tongue up and down their length. She moaned and held me tighter.

When my tongue found her clit and flickered across it, she went wild, her hips working so erratic I was hard put to stay on it. She had a small climax like that and then tried to pull me up to kiss again. 

"Lift up a bit," she said after we had tongue wrestled a little. She reached down to guide me in. My cock felt like it was in one of those Chinese handcuffs we played with as kids. You know, the gadget that when you inserted a finger from each hand in it and pulled back it got tighter and tighter. Well, even as slick as we both were, it was tight going in, but the on the backstroke, her sheath seemed to refuse to release its captive.

Not a High School girl, no college girl, nor any of the ladies from the Sunset Lodge could come close to matching Momma as a sex partner. As she adjusted to my size it got even better. We tried it from the missionary position with her legs spread over the sofa as I mentioned, then we did it doggie style with her kneeling on the couch and me standing behind her. I think that was best for both of us since my cock rubbed the G-spot more. The only disadvantage was I had to be careful about how deep I went. Doggie style seemed to provide that little extra penetration that caused her pain.




Grammy's Boy Ch. 04



"Ohhhhh! I'm cumming. Give it to me harder." She moaned, as she started her climax. "That's good! Yes right there! Yes! Yes! Yes! Sooo Gooood. Feels so good!" She collapsed on the sofa just after I erupted into her pussy. I wanted to stay in longer so I held her hips tight to me while her upper body rested on the sofa. Finally satisfied, we lay side by side on the sofa, but it was a tight fit.

"Where do we go from here? Momma asked after our breathing settled down to normal.

"Up to the bedroom, maybe."

"Don't be a smart ass. We will go there later. Right now I'm talking about our lives. I really don't want to give this up." She grasped my cock.

"We don't have to, Momma. We'll just live together as widowed mother whose son had his heart broken by a woman and has taken himself out of the game. We just can't show any sign of affection in public. Since you've had your tubes tied, the only problem I see is Miss Carla. How do we keep her from knowing?"

"We can't. However, we can take her into our arrangement. Let's face it; she's not immune to incest, not from what I read in Ricky's diaries. I expect she will be glad to spend a night or two with you every week and I'll probably need the rest.

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"Now you know the 'rest of the story,' as Paul Harvey used to say. We moved into the Crocodile's Cave, and our arrangement worked out fine. Miss Carla jumped at the chance to get fucked by Ricky's Boy, as she put it. She says it like having him between her legs again. When we showed her the stories, she verified that they were basically true. Between us, I think she really loved Daddy."

"I guess I'm not the man my Daddy was. I have to have at two nights a week off in order to do my women justice. Mom says the last part of this story we are about to submit is even better than what Daddy wrote, but I'm not sure I agree. I guess that's a decision you'll have to make."

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Thus ends this story line. I thank you for reading it and invite you to vote and comment. I'm planning something in Loving Wives soon. Merry Christmas and the best to you! The Carolina Dreamer



Grammy's Boy



I was still keyed up from the tender kiss Grammy had awarded me that morning, and remembered the lip contact we'd had last night. My wet-dream also bothered me, there was something there that I couldn't quite put my finger on. What I did know was that Grammy had me well-aroused and the longer I was here, the better she looked. It never crossed my mind that, as a teenager, my hormones were raging madly, my testosterone levels were at peak and any woman, whatever her age or ability was mating material. And Grammy had me all to herself. 

We had a good supper and lounged outside again, the air was still, as if holding its breath and watching us, but it was still very chilly. We enjoyed the warmth of the sun in contrast to the coolness of the snow-covered ground and watched some late geese heading south. We talked of little things, but I was getting all keyed up, the closer it got to bed time. Just after dark, we watched the moon come up, low on the horizon then I mentioned that I hadn't even thought of watching any of my usual TV programs. 

"I used to like to watch Johnny Carson, but I haven't watched it since that funny looking Italian took it over," Grammy noted. 

I didn't quite understand until I realized that she was talking about Jay Leno. 

"Well," I laughed, "Letterman 's almost as good as Carson was." 

"Well," she smiled up at me, "I'll turn him on when you come to bed and we can watch the show together." 

I hadn't expected a repeat of last night, but I guessed that with Grammy, it was now part of the deal. I suddenly gasped, I'd forgotten to breathe and had to get a fast one. Grammy looked up at me in amusement as I realized that my cock was stiffening in anticipation. She gently patted my thigh, leaving her warm hand on it. It was almost like what Rochelle used to do, her mark of possession only with Grammy, I didn't mind, it just made me hornier. 

Damn, I thought, what kind of a pervert gets turned on when his Great-Grandmother touches his thigh? I was eager to get to bed, though, and waited quite impatiently for Grammy to bring it up -- and it wasn't long in coming. She soon rubbed her sweatered arms and stood up looking out into the flat countryside. I stood up with her, standing just behind her, draping an arm over her shoulder. 

"I think I've had enough cold, Sweetie, I think I'll go snuggle in my warm bed," she smiled, "I think I'll take a shower and hit my pillows, what about you?" 

"It sounds like the best idea yet," I smiled turning a little pink as I thought of Grammy's nice curves. 

It didn't take long. I was soon walking into Grammy's room in a fresh set of shorts and no tee shirt. She smiled as she saw me, she was already in bed. The main lights were already off and she was on the far side of the bed. I wouldn't have to reach over her to turn off the light. She threw the covers back to let me in and I saw that the TV was on the local NBC channel. We didn't speak, I just got in bed. 

We watched the Letterman Show with Grammy snuggled on my arm, lying partly on my shoulder and partly on my chest. She felt good, so soft and cuddly. The scent of her clean hair gentle on my nose. Her hand crept into my shorts and onto my semi-stiff cock. 

"Um-m," she hummed approvingly, "almost as nice as last night. 

So she had gotten some of me last night. I gave in and rolled to face her, running my hand up under her short nightgown and up her thigh feeling her taut muscles, overlaid by her baby-soft, smooth skin. Touching her skin felt like touching a baby's, so tender and yielding. As she faced me, her eyes closed dreamily, she moaned quietly, gasping as I touched her naked pussy -- she wasn't wearing panties! 

"You like it, honey?" she whispered, her hips rising to meet my hand. 

I didn't say anything, just slid a finger up and down her wrinkled pussy lips. I wondered how many cocks had been in it in her lifetime, realizing that it didn't matter, I just knew that I wanted mine in there, too. 

"It got so nice and hard last night," she murmured, "and I wanted it, baby," she gasped as I pressed the finger into her. She was still a little dry. 

"I'm an old lady," she smiled up at me, "I don't get as slick as I used to . . . the Vaseline's on the night stand." 

I looked over and finally spotted the tiny little jar under the lamp. 

"Here, hand it to me." 

She slipped out of her nightgown as I reached over and got her the little jar. She cracked it open and quickly smeared a little into her aging cunt. Just watching her do that got me even stiffer and I hurriedly slipped out of my shorts. She pushed me onto my back gently and, taking a hand towel from under her pillow, wiped her hand off then stroked my shaft up. Sitting up, she reached in her mouth and pulled out her dentures, then bent over my cock, slurping my cock-head into her mouth. I gasped as she licked and suckled. Rochelle had always used a lot of teeth on me, but Grammy had none and it felt absolutely wonderful. 

"Darn Vaseline tastes awful," she giggled, "so I like to do head the old-fashioned way." 

She bent again to her pleasure, tonguing the rounded head of my helmeted warrior. I gasped in pleasure as she stroked my shaft and suckled on my cock-head. 

"Oh, God, Grammy!" I gasped again, "God, that is so good!" 

I made an indecisive move to grab her head, but I stopped. Rochelle had liked me to control her head as she sucked me off, but my Grammy wasn't Rochelle. Finally, I couldn't help myself and gently wrapped my fingers in her hair. Her bare gums felt wonderful, there were no teeth to scrape my tender skin and it gave my cock more room. 

"Yes, Baby!" she moaned letting me go for a second, "show your Grammy how you like it! Fuck my face, Baby!" she grunted, sucking my cock back between her toothless gums. 

I tightened my grip and pulled her head as if I was pulling on a horse's reins, shoving my cock deep as I searched for her tonsils. 

"Mm-m-m-mph-h-h," she gagged a little, so I let up. 

She didn't come up and only forced her face farther into my crotch. She swallowed, taking me in completely. The exquisite pressure of her gulping throat almost sent me over the edge. 

"Oh, God, Grammy!" I gasped, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Here I cum!!" 

She backed off a little, pulling me out of her gulping throat. The slight movement was enough and I let out a long, low growl as I gripped her hair tight and blasted my cum into her slurping lips. Grammy's tongue teased the flared ridges of my bulbous head, coaxing more and more cum out of me. I gasped as if doused with cold water and gave her everything I had in me, sending squirt after squirt of my hot cum into her gulping mouth. 

"Grammy!" I squealed sounding like a little boy all over again. 

Her toothless mouth was the most wonderful thing I'd ever felt. She was so good. I gasped and kept cumming as she suckled my hot cock and swallowed, the point of her tongue digging in my cum slit, slurping as much of my cum as she could out of it. She squealed several times, never letting my cock out of her mouth and I could see her eyes squeezed tightly shut. 

"Oh, Grammy!" I gasped, "Oh, God, that is so fucking GOOD, Grammy," I dropped heavily back on the pillow. 

"Oh-h-h, baby! You taste really, really good," she dropped her head on my thigh and sighed, "you really got my heart going, too," she panted, "made me cum just having your cock in my mouth. Um-m-m . . ." 

She smiled a cum-dripping smile up at me, baring her toothless gums. She frowned as her hand roamed under the cover. I felt something under my hip and pulled out her bottom dentures, handing them to her. She smiled and said thank you as I felt the other one under my foot. 

"Here ya go, Gram," I brought it up to her searching hand. 

"I was just so excited, I threw them all over, didn't I?" she giggled. 

I pulled her up to me in answer, hugging her tightly and kissing her wrinkled cheek. Her hand caressed my cum and saliva slick cock, smiling into my eyes. 

"Got another one for me, Baby?" she smiled hopefully. 

"I got as many more for you as you can handle, Grammy," I grinned, "just give me a few minutes, because I want to make real love with you . . . hon -- honey," I smiled hesitantly. 

She giggled and scrunched her shoulders. 

"You can call me, honey, or baby, or lover," she whispered, "I've always considered you my handsome boy," she gave a long sigh, "my loving baby, my lover-to-be." 

"Yes-s-s," I sighed. 

I was 18 and she was 85 and I never considered how long this affair would last. We lay snuggling for a long time, the TV nothing but a background noise as I held her close and nibbled on her soft wrinkles, her hand caressing my cock. I explored her loose, aged pussy. She got wetter and I worked two then three fingers into her, whipping the Vaseline and her cream into a froth. She cried out several times, cumming on my stiff fingers. 

"You're so good," she moaned, "so very good." 

If you know teenage boys, you know it never takes us long to get another boner and my rooster was soon standing at stiff attention and ready to crow again. Grammy lay back, enjoying my finger work, her hand on my cock, all but forgetting about it. 

"Are you ready for me, Honey?" I whispered in her ear. 

She swung her head to me in surprise. 

"Really?" she squealed, "already?" 

I answered her questions by pulling her thighs apart and rolling onto her, locating and planting my cock firmly in her sweetly soft pussy. She cried out in delight as she felt my stiff joint slipping into her. 

"A-ah-h-h, GOD!!" she cried out, her hips jerking up, shuddering as she impaled herself on my stiffly ramming cock. 

Backing up, I thrust into her again, her legs jerking up and hooking her ankles behind my butt cheeks. She cried out, wordless in her delight and lust. 

"Damn, Grammy," I husked, "you're so damn tight," she felt damn tight. 

"Oh, baby," she whimpered, "you're just so . . . big!" 

She was tight. Not even Rochelle was this tight . . . and she was still a young woman. Grammy just burbled wordlessly as I plowed her graying furrow, sobbing as she humped back into me slowly, her hips rising to meet mine like a slow wave swell. She was a wonderful fuck and I plunged my cock into her again and again, getting ever more confident and self-assured with each stroke. This was no longer my Grammy -- this was a woman and Rochelle didn't even compare to this woman under me. This was a hot and ready woman whose cunt I filled over and over and over. This was a tight, hot-cunted woman who took over my entire world as the exquisite pleasure rose in my cock. 

Grammy cried out again, babbling and sobbing, her soft hips jerking and slamming up into me as she strained to pull deeper into her as she came. I slammed stiffly into her as she stiffened again, feeling her cunt-grip tighten and squeeze me hard, almost milking my cock. As I eased back, her hips rose up, slamming up to meet mine as she became increasingly more frantic. Her sobbing babbling was punctuated by her high-pitched cries of delight and my low grunts of lust as I pounded harder and harder into her small, seemingly frail body. I guess Grammy wouldn't have lasted as long as she had if she'd actually been that weak because she met my driving hips thrust for thrust. 

"Oh-God-Oh-God-Oh-God!" she cried out, "Oh-God! Oh, Gaw-wd-d!" pulling me tight into her with her pounding heels, holding herself pinned against me as she came hard. 

I tried to pull out and drive in again, but she came up with me as I pulled back. I couldn't shove into her until she released her gripping legs. As she fell back, still trembling and shaking, I did a few more jack-rabbit thrusts into her before digging my toes into the bedding and trying to push all of myself into her -- and unloaded. I gave a long, hoarse, rasping cry as I felt my balls spasm and my hot cum jetted into her tightly gripping, barren pussy. She gasped and came again, her eyes rolling up in her head as she felt my cum blasting into her. With a quick back-up, I jammed back into her, shooting another hot load into her. 

"A-ah-h-hungh!!" she grunted, cumming again. 

I mumbled wordlessly, grunting and snorting as I came again and again, feeling Grammy gasping and babbling as her hips rocked under me, cumming again and again. After a while she lay still, caressing my back as I throbbed emptily into her. My toes gradually slid down the bedding until I had my full-weight on her soft body. As my orgasmic tension eased and I slowly went soft, my cock throbbing and squirting little pulses of cum into her. 

"Oh-God!" she jerked, cumming gently, "my God, Baby," she moaned, "my good God, that was so good," she gave a deep, heartfelt sigh of contentment. 

"God, Grammy," I sighed, "I've never had a woman like you, before." 

She grinned up at me her eyes laughing. 

"Well, just how many women have you had, young man," Grammy giggled. 

"Not very many, I guess," I chuckled ruefully. 

"Well," she paused, "judging from the way you did me, I would willingly swear that you've had hundreds, sweetheart," she lay under me chuckling and caressing my back, "you are good, Baby, just plumb good." 

I wiggled my hips, gyrating my soft cock in her sloppy pussy and she gasped and stiffened under me, cumming once again. 

"God! Yes you are," she sighed, "yes you are," she groaned and brought her hands under my biceps, "how about letting me go, Honey, these old bones can't take much more of your weight, much as I hate to let you go. Darn, you feel good lying there." 

"Yes, ma'am," I smiled and rolled off her. 

"Ah-h-h," she sighed, "you're so good to me," she heaved a deep sigh, "I just wish I wasn't so darn old." 

"You're my Great-Grandma," I grinned down at her, "Great-Granda's don't get old." 

"Thank you, Baby," she laughed. 

She lay in my arms, gently caressing my chest, laying soft gentle kisses on my neck and shoulders, her long graying hair cascading across my shoulder and arm. I lay in a slight daze, not just because I had cum, but because the woman oozing my cum from between her wrinkled pussy lips was my great grandmother. Her warm, saggy breasts moved slightly against the side of my chest, a feeling I thoroughly enjoyed as I lay there. She had been a wonderful lay, but with my young age and inexperience, any woman was a wonderful lay. 

Those few days before we got over-run with family were sheer heaven for us. Grammy came out to the barn when I brought the calves in and I helped her up into the hayloft and re-lived an experience she said she'd had with one of the local boys, before he'd gone off to Korea -- now dead and gone all these years. We picked straw out of our underwear the rest of the day until we showered and went to bed. 

Grand-Uncle Alvin came by with Grand-Aunt Rose for coffee and sweet corn cakes and said that Grandpa Daniel would be home by the afternoon of Christmas Eve. We went to bed immediately after he left, wanting to make up for the time we wouldn't have together. Three days later everybody started arriving for the Christmas celebrations and we had campers and inside house guests and uncles and aunts in and out of the house and smaller kids running around looking at cows and over-feeding the calves in the barn and just generally giving us no privacy at all. The only caresses and kisses we shared were the chaste kisses and caresses of a great grand-mother and her great grand-son. 

We tried to get together a number of times, but never managed it again. I wanted to stay when my folks headed back, but Grammy wouldn't hear of it. She said that school was much more important and it would be a shame if I threw all that over, much as she'd like me to. Besides, I'd given her some wonderful memories and hoped that she'd given me some at least half as good. So I left, sneaking a long, loving kiss very early the morning of our departure. 

The following summer, she and Grandpa Daniel moved in with Grand-Uncle Alvin and Grand-Aunt Rose. He was unable to do much any more and they had no room for me so I couldn't stay for long. The girls I dated after that seemed pretty bland and vanilla. She passed away before the following summer and Grandpa Daniel, whom we'd been expecting to kick the bucket for a long time back, outlived her by another year. By then I was weapons systems officer on an aircraft carrier in the Navy. However I will never forget her and the memories we made . . . well, if hers were half as wonderful as mine, she must have had some good ones. I wasn't a virgin when I bedded her, but I almost felt as if I was. 

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