11 comments/ 84624 views/ 46 favorites Grandson Visits Grandma Pt. 01 By: sc00paway His journal entry read, "I've been living in California for about two years, slowly getting a secure foothold in this economy now that I'm on my own. I've just divorced, the marriage had lasted 7 years. I confided in her, something that took me 5 years to admit, and she definitely did not take it well. It essentially brought our sex life to a dull, infrequent necessity, coupling only when physically and mentally necessary to do so. Still, after each special occasion she'd have a tone to her voice, like it was almost disgusting to her..." He put the journal down. He hadn't tried keeping one since early high school. He stood up from his desk and walked to the bathroom. He lived alone in an apartment, wore only boxers most of the time. There, in front of the mirror, he examined himself. Remembering his wife's reaction, reminding himself that it wasn't him, physically, that she had found disgusting. He wasn't unattractive. In fact, he was near ideal. It was his sexuality that kept him from common fare. His ex-wife wasn't unattractive either, but she did have more curves than the average women. He dropped his boxers, grabbed himself and started stroking, but, the mood wasn't there, it stayed flaccid. Just then, his phone buzzed on the desk. Grandma: "Hey young man, haven't heard from you in awhile, hope you're alright! Love, Gran." He sat on his bed, nude still, grabbed his phone and read the text a few times. It really had been quite awhile. He last saw her a week after his grandfather's funeral, her husband of many years. Intermittently texted her since then. He thought to himself, "I do have some time off this week... I could go visit for a couple days... the car is tuned up, good for a long drive..." He cracked a smile and agreed with himself, texting her back with the idea to come up and visit for a few days. Grandma: "You are absolutely welcome to come visit anytime! Your Gran has all the time in the world, grandson. Can't wait to see you! :)" He made the arrangements immediately, excited for something to do, to see family, to be with his grandma. She had this ability to sneak past his stubborn defenses, his most indignant mood and cheer him up, make him feel better. _________________________________________________ Upon arrival, he stood by his open car door and took a deep breathe in. He enjoyed the smell, it actually felt like different air, cleaner air. He knocked three times, soon after which his grandma opened up, beaming a smile that could melt the gloomiest of souls. He smiled back, as she came at him with open arms. She hugged him tight, rubbing her hand up and down his back as her breasts, a gorgeous size for any women, especially for her, a well-supported 36DD, pushed up against his lower chest. He kissed the top of her head. She looked up, smiled and kissed his lips, in a soft and caring, familial kind of way. She grabbed his hand, leading him inside through the doorway. He caught himself looking at her body as she led him. He already had a bias for family attractions, but he hadn't thought of his grandma as applicable before now... For her age, she looked fantastic. Hell, not even for her age, she just looked fantastic, aged very well. She wore gray sweatpants, but she filled them out nicely from behind. He caught himself enjoying the sight of her ass as she walked, left cheek chasing right cheek in trading motions. His eyes moved upward, her hips inspired him to thoughts of grabbing a hold of them, bringing her hips closer, nuzzled against his groin as they dance slowly together... He shook his head and thought, "C'mon man, keep it calm, don't set a precedent..." but he knew it was too late. Just this moment here set the stage for his vacation, he'd have to struggle with his incestuous sexuality the entire time he was meant to relax and have fun. His thought was broken when they reached the kitchen. She turned around, and laughed, "Silly young man, you know where the guest bedroom is!" He was still holding his luggage. "Right down the hall, sweetheart. Go, drop it off, get comfortable, I'll prepare us some coffee. Does that sound good?" He smiled at her, "That sounds great, be right back then." He closed the guest bedroom door behind him, setting his luggage aside. He grinned, laughing at himself, unzipping his pants. He pulled his cock out, it was awake, but not even half hard. "Still," he thought, "you dog. Gran?" He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked a couple times, closing his eyes, he imagined Gran immediately... Gran bent over in the kitchen, rubbing her round ass against his crotch in smooth, circular motions until his hard cock pushed against his jean fabric, nestled between her sweet cheeks. She rubs her ass up and down against his cock, looking back with a wicked grin... "Woh, that's effective..." he thought to himself, gripping a fully erect cock. He laughed again, "Okay, can't go full commando dude. Think, think, think... golf, baseball, crochet, knitting..." He got down and started doing push-ups. Eventually, it worked. When ready, he met Gran in the kitchen again. She smiled at him, handing him a coffee mug. "Creamer is in the fridge sweetheart, French Vanilla if that's alright." She took a sip of her coffee and set the mug down. He grabbed the creamer, portioned some into the mug as she walked up closer behind him. Her hands softly ran up his arms, massaging his biceps tenderly. He closed his eyes, enjoying her sensitive touch, before continuing to pour his coffee. "You must be working out, young man. Look at you!" She squeezed his arms and stepped back, looking him up and down approvingly, "You're a very handsome man, sweetheart." She smiled at him as he turned around, holding his coffee mug in his right hand. She leaned in, caressed both sides of his face and planted another tender kiss upon his lips. This time he kissed her back and she seemed to smile even bigger, if it were even possible. His cock was still aware of his impressions and constantly threatened to stiffen, distracting him from initializing conversation. "Thanks, Gran." He kissed her left cheek for good measure, "You're quite beautiful yourself, if you don't mind me adding!" He held her right hand with his left and kissed the top of it like a gentleman. She blushed, laughing and softly slapping at his strong chest. "Why, you charmer! I haven't blushed for a man in years, thank you. Why don't we sit outside? The weather is so beautiful right now." _________________________________________________ They sit outside, a soft breeze shook the wind chimes just enough to provide a cool soundtrack to their comfort. She sit next to him in the closest chair. She looked over at him, sitting to her left, and smiled. She reached over with her left hand and rested it on his forearm, sipping from her coffee mug with her right hand. "So... grandson, talk to me about life now, are you alright on your own so far, satisfied?" She began to softly stroke her hand back and forth across his forearm. They proceeded with pleasantries, his work environment, comparing weather, daily routines, until it led, sub-topic to another sub-topic, to their romantic lives, or lack thereof. "Are you seeing anybody?" She'd ask. He'd shake his head, "No, nobody that I find interesting, really. I don't know how that whole subject is going to pan out." He took a drink of coffee as she readjusted herself closer to him, in an effort to offer comfort, moving her hand from his forearm to his thigh, resting it there softly. "Don't worry, honey. These things tend to find their release one way or another, the question is how to direct it, control it, when to seize it. You're a handsome man, don't be shy to find pleasure." She squeezed his upper thigh. "What?" He settled for a short response, as he had trouble understanding where she went with her response. She laughed, moving her hand back and forth, beginning to massage his upper thigh. "I mean, there's a female out there that will pleasure you, romance you even, if you're actually looking for romance, and not just satisfaction of something as naturally healthy as a sexual urge." He chuckled a little, "Gran? You saying I need to get laid?" She reached up and playfully pinched his cheek, "No, young man, I'm saying you're going to get laid, no need to doubt or suppose the subject to be some lost pursuit. Let me tell know..." "Uh-oh, that's the story phrase, I know that phrase!" He laughed, reaching up and placing his right hand around her, to rest upon her right shoulder. "Oh hush," she playfully slapped at his right bicep, "you haven't heard Gran say this one before, trust me." She winked at him. She had been wearing a shawl over a simple light blue spaghetti strap. She removed the shawl, leaning forward and placing it on the table. She sat back comfortable in her chair, leaning closer to him again, placing her hand back on to his upper thigh and resuming her soft massage. His cock was responding to all of her touching already, at least half hard, only held back and hidden by well-fitting black jean pants. Under the guise of readjusting for comfort, he spread his legs, moving his right leg closer to her and allowing greater access to his upper leg. He smiled at her, "Okay, Gran. Tell me about the great human pleasures!" He laughed. She sighed, widening her soft stroke of his upper right thigh, from knee to nearly his hip, a mere two inches away from feeling his bulge. His right leg crossed over her left leg, leaning in towards him. She looked down at her own hand's movement, "Truth is, your Gran hasn't actually felt pleasure or given pleasure for at least 6 years. He just couldn't, wouldn't take a pill, and I had all this unused sexual tension building up, you know? Time was, well before that, that your Gran here, I could... and excuse my candor, but time was I could suck a well-controlled cock for at least half an hour, went a full hour a couple times too. And, I just mean that it doesn't necessarily slow down with age. You don't see me sitting here down on my sex life, and it's been six years for me, handsome." She let her hand slide closer to his inner upper thigh, starting from the knee, upward, an inch before reaching the stiffened tip of his erection. His cock was nearly fully erect by now, and had she been paying attention she would see a definite bulge, but her hand kept slowly moving back and forth, teasing his tip an inch away each time. He paused before a brief, "Wow, Gran. I... uh..." She paused her hand's movement on his inner thigh, at that inch before his hard tip, "I know, not used to Gran speaking like that, right? Look, we're both adults now. I'm old enough to just accept that if honesty is a virtue, then an openly expressed sexuality is virtuous. I'm old enough to 'tell it like it is', you know? I'm an advocate still, even in your Gran's age, for zero censorship. I'd like to improve the honesty of our relationship, I think it would be good for both of us, and I think it'll make for a fantastic weekend." She slyly, briefly, softly let her thumb brush past the erect tip of his cock before sliding her hand just as softly back into it's usual pattern of massage. He couldn't tell if it was an accident or not, he couldn't even tell which to focus on, her sexual philosophy or her thumb having brushed past his erection... At that moment, she leaned back, stretching her arms behind her, eyes closed. He took the opportunity to look down at her cleavage while her back was arched, down the spaghetti strap t-shirt, stuck on how well-aged, smooth-skinned his grandmother's breasts still were. He wondered how well they still held up, especially if the cleavage alone looked this good still. His eyes glanced away when he thought it was safe, but her age knew better, she knew he had been looking. She smiled, standing up, "Done with your coffee?" He snapped out of it, looking inside his empty mug, "Sure am, thanks Gran. I'll follow you inside." He handed her his mug. Stepping inside, she flipped over the corner of the mat directly inside the doorway with her foot and bent down to fix it. It couldn't have been timed better, as he was right behind her, his groin bumping immediately into her ass, the tented bulge clearly the first to push into her. His hand immediately grabbed her left hip, embracing her as his hip arched back, putting a space between their contact, "Oops, sorry Gran, didn't mean to bump you there, you alright?" She stood up, smiling but moving on as if she hadn't noticed, "I'm feeling quite well, thank you, just adjusting the mat here..." She began washing the mugs. "Speaking of washing," he put his hands in his pockets, "I suppose I could use a quick morning shower. Which shower do I use?" "Oh, honey, use mine. The other one is broken right now, plumber is due later this week." He agreed, walking in to the guest bedroom to strip. Nude, he realized he had no towel, so he poked his head out of the door, "Gran? A bit of help?" She came walking out of her bedroom, "Need a hand with something?" "Yeah, I forgot to grab a towel, can you grab me one?" She laughed, placing her left hand on the door. "You mean, you're nude behind this door, and ashamed to be so in front of me? Grandson, I washed every part of your body for many years, I've touched every inch of you, handsome." She laughed. "Come on, no need for a towel, you're not wet, come show off your masculine body for grandma..." She tugged at the door playfully. He laughed, "Gran... c'mon, I need a towel, that was essentially an entirely different body, I've got all new cells now, they're grown and matured and—" "—And," she cut him off, "And Grandma wants to see!" She leaned against the wall, by the crack of the door, so that their eyes could meet. He was smiling, but hiding because his cock was still hard. She smiled at him, her eyes exuded a playful youth. "No? No peep show for Gran?" She laughed. "Wait, are you, like, actually serious?" He inquired, almost considering it, knowing he'd get a great thrill from it, but also not sure if he's ready to show his hard cock to his grandma yet. "Like, you want me to just open this door, stand nude before you, my grandma, and... just walk casually to the shower?" She stuck her tongue out playfully, "Maybe... What did you kids call it? Oh! I dare you!" She laughed, "That's right. I dare you to open the door!" He leaned his head back and laughed, "Wow, really? Well..." He looked down, his cock still fully erect, his pubes having been recently trimmed, he thought to himself, "I do look pretty good right now... Oh my god, did I just think that? I mean... she's family, to be trusted, and we're just having fun..." He sighed and widened the door slightly, showing more of his face. She grinned, "Well? Does Granny get her show?" He smiled, exhaled, "Well... alright. Alright, Gran. I'll do it, for you! In the spirit of the cultural necessity of 'Truth or Dare'. But, stand against the wall there, so that you have a full view when the door is opened up nice and wide..." She giggled and did as he asked. He took a deep breath, his right hand gripping his shaft, then releasing it's grip, softly stroking the head briefly before reaching forward and pulling the door completely open... He leaned against his left arm, flexed above his head, elbow rested against the door frame. His legs crossed like an athlete, his masculinity exaggerated by his pose. His right hand held his right hip firmly and his cock stood proud, straight out, an uncircumcised 7 inches with admirable girth. She softly gasped, biting her bottom lip. She stared directly at his cock, unembarrassed to focus on it. He felt a rush of excitement and freedom, reaching forward and with an open palm began stroking the underside of his hard shaft in front of her. She actually moaned in front of him, and he grinned when he heard it. She opened her mouth to speak, paused, then finally said, "...Wow... You're a very, very handsome man..." She looked up at him and smiled, then looked back down to watch him stroke his own cock for a couple seconds, "...and a very brave one too!" Her nipples could be seen faintly erect through her bra. He felt emboldened by her reaction and impressed remarks, calmly stepping forward. She giggled watching his hard cock bounce at the movement in her direction. He turned and walked into her bedroom, she tilted her head and watched his strong ass cheeks as he moved toward her master bathroom. She repeated, with a satisfied moan, "A very handsome man, indeed..." To be continued. Grandson Visits Grandma Pt. 02 His journal entry read, "So... I passed certain boundaries with my grandmother that I didn't think I would be so comfortable with. I mean, it was one thing as a young adult, exploring private moments with sis, but this is different. She still has this manner of circumnavigating my defenses, my morality even is hardly an obstacle it seems... Or, maybe my predisposition toward incest highlights different behaviors as agreeable thereto? I don't know, I'm just kind of going with it at this point, having a spot of fun for once. The rest of that day was pretty average, a bit of cuddling on the couch just watching a movie, we went out and she gave me a tour of the small town; I do think she kept peeking in on my shower though, but, again, I don't mind. She could've fuckin' joined me..." He put his journal back in his luggage as he got out of bed, having slept in his boxers in his grandmother's guest bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed thinking about her, her playful and exploratory honesty, her comfortable nature with intimacy, her biting her bottom lip staring directly at his bold masturbatory show... and, just like that, his cock woke up, half hard in hardly a moment's time. He grinned, actually looking forward to any opportunity she might provide him to explore their boundaries today. It was at that moment she came knocking on his door, "You awake in there? Coming in..." He quickly pulled a corner of the comforter over his lap. "Yeah, awake, come on in Gran!" She walked in wearing an exercise outfit, yoga pants and a lime green spaghetti strap. "Mornin' handsome! Got some coffee brewing for us, and there's an assortment of muffins available on the counter. I know that maple crumb is one of your favorites right?" She noticed the comforter corner's positioning and cracked a smile, "Are we hiding something under there?" She laughed. "Like I didn't just see it yesterday? Your modesty is persistent, young man." She winked at him. He laughed embarrassingly, "I suppose you're right, it's just, kind of my initial reaction. Hard to change it, you know?" He wondered if he should just immediately discard the sheet or wait until she left. "Well, I know something's hard, and it's not so big a modesty issue that it needs to hide from the world!" She smiled and winked at him, holding out her right hand. "Come on, let's go have a muffin and some coffee." He held her hand and stood up, letting the comforter fall away to reveal a fully erect tent in his boxers. She boldly reached forward and gripped his shaft through the material. He sharply inhaled, his chest slightly rising, as she released his firm cock and smiled, "You've got a nice cock, honey. I like it." She winked and laughed, releasing his hand and exiting for the kitchen. He cracked a smile and exhaled, staring at her ass in those yoga pants as she walked out. She left yelling down the hall, "Wear pants if you want, but I could care less!" He smiled and shrugged, having just picked up his pants. He looked at them, laughed, thought to himself, "Fuck it man, she's being pretty bold here, Gran or not, she wants to have fun... So, alright, let's do this." He dropped the pants and exited anyway, wearing only his boxers with cock clearly at full attention, threatening to pop right through the buttoned opening in the material. ************************************************* He walked in to the kitchen just as she was bending over to grab the coffee creamer from the bottom shelf of the fridge. He was catching her bold fever, and whistled when he saw, "Lookin' real fine, Gran!" He laughed, she turned around blushing, smiling wide with creamer in hand as they met at the coffee pot. She laughed too, reached around and squeezed his left ass cheek, "Thank you, handsome." She winked before pouring her coffee. He grinned, having not been sure how his boldness would be received. They sat in the living room next to each other on the couch, coffee sipped occasionally as the news droned on. Her yoga mat and various feminine exercise equipment laid about the floor in front of the television. She definitely spent these later years keeping in shape, it was admirable, and the results were worth checking out. She rotated the upper half of her body towards him, left arm up on the back of the couch. She crossed her legs toward him and smiled, "So..." she trailed off as he turned to pay attention. He held his coffee mug in his left hand, feeling free to rest his right hand on her upper thigh. His cock wasn't fully erect, but definitely not flaccid and ready to grow at a moment's touch. He was still very aware that he was in his boxers next to his very open-minded grandmother, and thoughts swirled about in his head every time he focused on himself, taboo scenarios of fantastic pleasure. He repeated with a smile, "So..." She reached down and tugged at the bottom hem of his boxers, "I'm proud of you, loosening up, wearing very little around me. It's like old times, when you were a kid just runnin' stark nude around my house, flying little toy planes into the fake trees." He laughed, remembering the exact moment. "Yeah, that was after my bath, you were in the kitchen making lunch, right?" He smiled, watching her hand tug at his boxers. He spread his legs a little, his right leg inching slightly closer to her. She started to softly trace her fingernails up and down his upper thigh again, from above the knee to right under the boxer leg, before his hip, to the point that as her hand traced upward, his cock would nearly poke out of the material by the leg. She definitely noticed, and he definitely didn't mind. His cock began to grow again at the attention, stiffening quickly, his head poking clearly out of the material. She leaned in and kissed his right shoulder, "I'm very glad you're opening up, honey. I plan on us having a lot of fun this visit, believe me." She smiled at him, he smiled but kept watching her hand softly caressing up and down his leg, steadily exposing more of his cock. He looked up at her, smiling, "So far, Gran, I couldn't be happier I came. You make me feel incredible." She giggled, moving her right hand to his bicep and giving him a brief squeeze, "I'm glad too, but I don't think the past tense is appropriate yet, I believe the correct phrase is 'come', and of that you haven't quite yet." She giggled, waiting for him to get her little joke. He paused, grinning, "Wait, what?" confused as she took the opportunity to slip her hand further into his boxers, grabbing a hold of his hard cock and brazenly stroking as she pleased, her soft caring hand caressing his shaft up and down slowly, gently... She bit her bottom lip in excitement as he sharply inhaled, his back arching slightly, hips jutting slightly forward, "Oh wow... Gran? You're alright with this?" He looked over, grinning widely but apprehensive. "I'm much more than alright with this, handsome..." She grinned back at him as she leaned down, her hand pulling at his cock as her lips gently kissed his swollen head. He lifted his hips up and as if on cue Gran pulled his boxers off to the floor. His cock stood straight up, hard as hell, her hand back at his shaft stroking slowly, appreciating it's girth, it's masculine vein, she circled her fingers around the rim of his head, he moaned at the sensation, head tilted back. She smiled at his pleasure and leaned down again, kissing his head before wrapping her lips around his cock, swirling her tongue around his head as she moved her lips farther down. She began bobbing her head as he moaned loudly, "Oh god, Gran, oh god yes..." His cock started to throb at the intense pleasure, Gran's pace quickening and slowing as she pleased, deep-throating his cock before sliding back up to softly pleasure his head. "I'm going to cum Gran, oh god I'm goin' to cum..." She could feel his cock throbbing intensely as she gripped the base and wrapped her lips tightly around the head, milking every large wave of warm cum into her throat until his whole body exhaled. She kept slowly stroking, sticking her tongue out and licking every final drop from the head of his cock. With a semblance of class, she lovingly gripped his pleasured, still-stiff cock with her left hand and grabbed her coffee with her right hand, sipping enough to swish the cum from her mouth. She looked at him, her eyes even smiled as he sat still, body exhaled, grinning widely with his right hand still resting on her left upper thigh. She leaned in and kissed his right shoulder again, whispering, "Now you've came, and it tasted great young man." To be continued. Grandson Visits Grandma Pt. 03 His journal entry read, "Okay... so... I'm writing this after a long day, not a bad day, just a long day, with a lot to think about therein. Like, Gran swallowing my load on the couch. I haven't had a release in weeks, haven't had one that intense in years, so she surely swallowed a lot of cum from me. We spent the rest of the day with missed opportunities, but the grab-ass we played around town, in public, at the park or the grocery store, that was thrilling, like I was young again, in high school again. She's so full of life. She went to bed about an hour ago, I'm about to lay down myself, but it might not be easy falling asleep with all this on my mind... We'll see..." He closed the journal, placed it lazily on top of his luggage and laid in bed, in boxers, comforter covering his body. He stared at the ceiling, recalling the day's events. Various moments would yield to sudden wild behavior, rampant fucking in taboo places. His left hand was tucked up under the pillow, underneath his head while his right hand mindlessly wandered downward to play with himself, twist his shaft around his fingers until it stiffened as he lie horny and half dreaming. He remembered, Gran walking down the cereal aisle, past the whole bean coffee dispenser, picking up a bean and flicking it my way with a clever, 'I've got a bean you can flick!' The atmosphere fades to a dream-like state, Gran bends over, holding the shelf, tossing the products to the floor as he lines up behind her, aggressively undressing her yoga pants, cock hard and ready when the scene skips... He's thrusting deep, in and out as she's moaning, yelling loudly right there in public, pussy gripping his thick shaft,'Fuck me Grandson! Fuck Grandma's sweet, wet pussy!' and that's when he opened his eyes again... He was stroking himself, cock fully erect, that kind of stiff that suggests he's not falling asleep until he finds relief. He sat up, back leaned against the pillow, propped against the wall, right hand still gripping his hard cock. He thought of his Gran, laying in her bed, wondered if she was just as restless as he was, what she was wearing... He thought, "Is she a heavy sleeper, does she even sleep nude?" He swung his legs over the side of the bed, "I suppose, as far as we've already gone, she wouldn't mind me peeking in, right?" He stood up and slipped his boxers off, quietly opening his bedroom door. He gripped her doorknob and opened her door slowly. It made a soft creak and he paused, turning his head to listen for a change in breathing, a rustling of sheets, anything... Gran didn't snore, but she had a night-light on that had just enough light to discern the details of her room. She was under the covers, sleeping soundly, body unmoved. He quietly stepped inside and closed the door, wincing and pausing again at the second creak in closing. He stood at the side of her bed. She was sleeping on her side, her back facing him. A bottle of pills sat by her alarm clock, he picked them up and read the label, thought to himself "Estazolam... alright, so she's not waking up easily for a couple hours, at least." He set them down and ran his hand softly down the curves of her body covered by the sheets, she didn't move. He grabbed the corner of her sheets and slowly peeled them back, downward, to the end of the bed to fully expose his Grandma's body. He paused, stepping back to appreciate the view, making double-sure she wasn't responding to any action yet. He grinned, gripping his hard member again looking at his Gran, who wore light blue cotton panties and an old extra-large Superbowl t-shirt. He walked back up to her, running his hand down her body, to the bottom of her shirt. He paused, pinching the shirt material and slowly lifting it up her body to expose more of her ass. he knelt down beside the bed, eye-level with her ass. He softly massaged her hip at the pantie-line as he leaned in and kissed his Grandma's left ass cheek. He looked up, no change in breathing pattern, and hooked a finger into the hem of her panties and began peeling them off of her. She wasn't responding yet, and he become more and more confident in the medication she took, so he rotated her body softly, slowly, so that she got comfortable sleeping on her stomach. This allowed him to strip her panties off in the process. He left the panties around her ankles, pausing to appreciate his new view. His Grandma's bare ass was a pleasure to view unclothed. It was round, defiant of her generation's typical body flaws, but still not without it's imperfections. He reached down and began to softly massage her left ass cheek, the skin was still smooth to the touch, the muscle beneath clearly present and oft-worked. He was impressed, and very turned on, massaging his Grandma's ass... She softly moaned in her sleep and he paused at this, but kept his hand in place. He waited a couple seconds and readjusted his body, straddling her at the knees for a better view. Her mattress, a memory foam type, made it easy to move about without jostling her body too much. He placed both hands on both of her cheeks and massaged freely, squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart sometimes. He leaned in, with her cheeks pulled apart to view her asshole, and kissed her right in the middle. Her tight pink asshole tasted pleasurable, clean, and he couldn't help himself from kissing it again, letting his tongue out to circle the rim. He pushed her ass cheeks against the sides of his face while he french kissed her asshole, and his Gran moaned softly in her sleep. He paused, gripping his hard shaft with his right hand as he leaned his body up and moved her left leg aside, spreading wider for a better view. He readjusted for comfort, slowly stroking his cock to the naked view of his Gran's pussy and asshole. Her pussy wasn't shaved, but it was well-groomed, and maintained a very attractive view. Her lips were faintly wet, and he leaned down to taste her, running his tongue softly up and down her pussy lips. He moaned at this, and she moaned softly at the same time. His right hand gripped her right ass cheek, massaging as he went down again, taking more liberties with his tongue and her wet pussy. His left hand masturbated himself as his right thumb slipped to her asshole, massaging the opening softly as he fucked her pussy with his tongue. He leaned back up, licking his lips, enjoying the taste of Gran's flesh. He bit his bottom lip as he readjusted again, getting his cock closer to her hips. He held his shaft downward firmly, moaning as it touched her wet pussy lips. He began sliding his swollen head up and down, pre-cum leaking onto her as his head massaged her pussy. He brought his tip to her asshole and applied pressure, softly, moaning as his cock's tip rubbed against her tight asshole and back down to her pussy... But it was too much intensity, too much taboo to outlast, and his cock started throbbing intensely. He climbed off, cock painfully hard, still masturbating himself slowly, pausing intermittently to firmly grip himself in an effort to not cum yet. He thought, "Alright... she's clearly out... I could go for it... but, c'mon... She's been very intimate already, think of her... Think of what she wants... She'll pleasure you, absolutely, but, she surely doesn't want to be asleep for sex, that's not fair, man..." He resolved himself to wait, with a deep sigh, slipping her panties back up onto her hips as best he could, covering her body back up. He opened her pantie drawer, grabbed a soft red silk pair. He wrapped it around his hard cock and walked back over to her, pulling the sheets off once more. He stood by her hips, staring down at her ass, remembering what he just explored, the flesh he tasted, masturbating furiously with her panties wrapped around his cock. He gripped her right ass cheek with his left hand and moaned as he came into the panties, waves of warm cum wrapped in red silk. He kept the panties and walked back to his bedroom, tucking them into a spare pocket in his luggage. He smiled, laying down in bed, relieved, excited to wake up to a new day, new opportunities. He fell asleep confident, hand at his cock all night. ***** Morning arrived and he woke up earlier, sat up in bed. Gran was already awake, the smell of brewed coffee filled the air, the sound of the television faintly heard. He stood up, grabbed his towel, draping it around his shoulder as he exited the room. He looked around the corner, Gran was exercising by the television. He watched her bending over and stretching for a moment, grinned before he spoke up, "Very nice, Gran! You look fantastic from here!" He smiled at her as she paused and turned around. She smiled back, "Thank you, young man! Are you about to shower?" He nodded, so she continued, "Alright, but don't you use all that hot water! I'll be stepping in soon for one myself!" She winked. He smiled and laughed, "I promise, I won't, we'll share the hot water!" He turned and walked to her bedroom, into her master bathroom. He hung up the towel and turned the water on, waiting a couple seconds for it to turn hot. The shower was large, a seat in the corner, a bar to hold on to, plenty of room for two people, even three if necessary. He climbed in and began his routine, eyes closed as he shampooed his hair. The shower door opened and he felt the draft, he grinned, "Gran?" Gran had followed him in, stripped herself, and slipped in behind him, "Yes, sweetheart, it's me... You don't mind a little company, do you?" She stood behind him, softly running her hand over his wet body, massaging his neck and shoulders before sliding her hands down his strong back. She would squeeze both ass cheeks and massage back up his body... He kept grinning, eyes closed on account of shampoo, arms still up shampooing his hair, "I don't mind one bit, Gran... Your shower, you can use it whenever you like!" He laughed, his cock growing quickly as his mind swirled with all sorts of taboo possibilities. Her hands kept massaging his body, exploring their way around to his front, up his stomach, to massage his chest before sliding back down, past his stomach, to his sides, his hips and upper thighs until they reached to the middle and her right hand gripped his hard cock. Her breasts pushed against his back, nipples hardened. Her left hand kept massaging his chest as her right hand gripped his cock firmly and began masturbating him, "I want to have a little more fun, what do you say you wash that shampoo off?" He smiled, turning around to face her. He leaned his head back and washed the shampoo out of his hair, off of his hands and opened his eyes. He placed his left hand on Gran's right hip and smiled at her, cock fully erect and pointing straight out as her right hand softly stroked it back and forth, lovingly, teasing it with two fingers softly exploring around his sensitive head. He leaned back against the wall of the shower, allowing the water to cascade down his Grandmother's body. She released his cock, smiling back at him as she ran her hands up and down her own body sensually. She grabbed her breasts, massaged them, rubbing her nipples between her fingers before moving her hands downward, briefly fingering herself before turning her body around. She arched her back, let the water fall down her curves, to her ass, a waterfall from the cheeks as she spread them, openly revealing her asshole to her Grandson. He stayed still, stroking himself as he watched her. She stepped up to his body, pressing her breasts against his chest as she grabbed his right hand, "Let's take this farther, shall we young man?" She placed his hand directly between her legs as she began kissing his chest, upward, to his neck before she started softly nibbling. He took no time to start fingering her, sliding his fingers up and down her wet pussy, teasing her clitoris before slipping a finger inside. She moaned, eyes closed, and back arched as he thrust his finger in and out of her pussy, nibbling his neck with more force the faster and deeper his finger went. His hard cock pushed against her hips, she gripped it, rubbing it up and down, circling her fingers around his swollen head. She paused their activity and looked down, back up smiling at him. "Are you ready?" She squeezed his thick shaft, "Yeah, I think you are..." She leaned in and kiss his lips, he immediately kissed back, the first real sexually passionate kiss they would share. Their lips parted, tongues met each other as his hands massaged down her back, gripping her ass and pulling her body against his, his cock pressing against her pubic region. She squeezed his cock again, twice, before turning around. Without a word, she grabbed the bar and spread her legs as he positioned himself behind her. He held both sides of her hip, his thumbs pressing into her round cheeks as his swollen head pushed against her wet pussy lips. He paused and asked, "Ready for me, Gran?" "Fuck me, you stud. Fuck your grandmother's pussy, fuck me hard!" She wiggled her hips, rubbing her pussy against his cock. He took no further urging, pushing his hips forward as his swollen head entered his grandmother's pussy. She felt tight around his entering cock, and they moaned together as he thrust forward inch by inch. She gyrated her hips as he began fucking her, back and forth, in and out, thick cock pounding Gran's wet pussy. She would moan loudly, hands holding the bar tight, "Fuck, fuck you've got a great cock, fuck me hard, boy!" He leaned his head back, grunting like an animal as his cock pounded her hard, again and again, slamming deep inside of her, his balls slapping at her body. His cock throbbing intensely as he gripped her hips. He moved his right hand to her asshole, applying pressure and massaging the tight pink hole in a circular motion. His thrust quickened, slamming rapidly inside her pussy. They moaned in unison, as his pace steadied. She repeated, "Yes... yes, fuck yes..." before quickly looking behind her, "Spank me, spank your naughty Gran!" He grinned and complied, moving his right hand away from her asshole and slapping her right ass cheek hard, leaving a red imprint as she yelled out with great pleasure, "Again! Fucking, again!" He slapped her ass again, pounding as hard as his hips could thrust, deep inside her pussy. He leaned his head back, moaned loudly, "I'm going to cum, Gran! Oh god, yes, I'm going to cum soon!" She seemed to slam her hips against his body as he slammed his forward, filling her pussy with his thick, throbbing cock. "Do it!" She ordered, "Fill your grandmother with your cum, boy." She moaned, about to orgasm herself as he slammed his cock to a pause, forward, as deep as his thick shaft could go, squirting wave after large, warm wave of cum deep into her pussy. Her orgasm matched his intensity, seeming to milk the cum from his shaft with her incredible muscle control, gripping his shaft until the last drop. She stood up, his cock half-hard slipped out of her pussy with a trail of cum following, dripping down Gran's leg. She nestled against his body, the crack of her ass comfortably pressed against his pleasured cock. He wrapped his arms around her, she leaned her head back onto his shoulder, turning to kiss his cheek. They smiled, the water flowing down their bodies as they stood there, swaying together as if to an internal rhythm. She kissed his cheek again, whispering into his ear, "Now that was fun, wasn't it sweetheart? We'll be doing that more often, I think. I don't know about you, but I'll be good to go again whenever you are." She kissed him a third time as he grinned. He slid a hand around to the front of her body, his left hand upward to her left breast. Squeezing and massaging as he pleased, he turned his head and they kissed, passionately again, their tongues teasing each other. He paused, grinning, "Give me two hours, Gran, I can guarantee a second round!" ***** (Author's note: Thank you for reading, and for the feedback. This is my first attempt at a few things, among them writing an incest story, about grandma and grandson no less, and even submitting to Literotica. The feedback has been great, and I appreciate the patience. I realize I mentioned the Grandson's prior experiences with his sister vaguely, even the downfall of his marriage as mentioned in part one, and I figure I'll tie these in to the next series or story. Patience though, I don't have all the free time in the world to write these. Thanks again, and keep an eye out!