6 comments/ 96356 views/ 17 favorites My Grandma the Lesbian By: MisterReason Tyler Grant had led a very interesting life, packing a lot of different experiences into his nearly 20 years, but one thing had never changed. He loved his grandmother. While most people could make that same claim themselves, the way Tyler loved his grandmother was a bit out of the ordinary. *** An introduction to the woman I love. It's been a exhausting couple of days for me, what with driving the nearly 800 miles from school to back home, and then the emotional reunion that came with my return here. The lovemaking? That took a lot out of me as well, but it was fantastic, as it always was. It was the reason that I had driven all that way as fast as I could, to get back in the arms of the woman I love. She's sleeping now, and I should be back in bed with her as well, cuddling and spooning up against her, but I'm too tired to sleep. I'm sure you've know the feeling as well, so I decided to write a little. The subject is the woman I love and it's about our long, and what most would call our out-of-the-ordinary relationship. The love of my life is older than I am - 40 years older to be exact - but that's not the part that most would consider strange. The unusual part is the fact that the woman of my dreams, 60 year old Alexis Parsons, is my Grandma, and this is the story of how we came to be. *** Chapter One: How it started. I was the first, and hopefully only child of my mother, Cindy Grant. My mother got knocked up with me when she was 15, impregnated by the man she loved who was twice her age. Fell in love very young and very dumb, as my Grandma would often say, to a man who loved dope. He passed that love onto her, and from what I've been able to learn, they proceeded to do their best to try and kill themselves. Thankfully, my grandmother stepped in and offered to take me off of my parents hands when I was about 4. They jumped at the chance to get rid of their little nuisance, packing me, along with my clothes and teddy bear, to Grandma's house. I seem to remember my mother telling me that she would be seeing me soon, as soon as she and my father could get their act together. It's been over 15 years and counting, so I'm not holding my breath. It's not like they couldn't find me if they wanted, because I've been right where they left me. Are they alive? Who knows. I neither know nor care. I barely remember my mother and wouldn't know my father if I fell over him. Thanks for having me and more thanks for not keeping me. That's the end of the sad part of my life, because everything since then has been fantastic. Since being dropped off at Grandma's in this quaint town of Little Falls, New York, I've been deliriously happy. Little Falls had been Grandma's home all of her life, and the single family house just outside what the locals call "downtown" had been where my Grandma had called home since she bought it with my grandfather back in the 80's. It's nothing fancy, but it's clean and neat and just as nice as the other modest homes in the area. My grandfather? Never met him, and I suspect I never will. Him and Grandma broke up well before I was born. I don't know but about the story, but from what I can gather, their marriage was no closer to being Ward and June Cleaver's than my own folks had been. "Wife-beating, whore-chasing, lying no-good bastard," was how my Grandma referred to him after a couple of drinks, in one of those rare moments when she spoke of him. There's no pictures of them together, or him either. There was one in the shed out back, that had been held to the wall by a little axe, but that rotted away over the years. Suffice to say that I don't expect my grandfather to stop by any sooner than my folks will. In all the years that I lived with Grandma, she never had a man visit her, or date her. She had a lot of women friends over the years though, and when they visited Grandma would get real happy. Many times long after I had gone to bed, I would wake up to go pee and hear Grandma giggling with a friend in her room. Grandma not ever having any boyfriends struck me as odd as I got older, and I mentioned to her one time that if she ever wanted to go out on a date or anything, I was old enough to not need a babysitter. "No thanks, Tyler," Grandma said. "Only gonna be one man around this house, and that's you." While I wanted my Grandma to be happy, I have to admit that if I had ever seen her with a man, I probably would have been mad, or jealous. You see, as I got into my teens and started dealing with the emotions and changes that come with growing up, I discovered one thing. I loved my Grandma, and the love I had for her wasn't what you were supposed to feel for your grandmother, or at least that was what my friend Benny Schultz told me. "No offense dude, but I think your grandmother is hot," he told me one afternoon after stopping at my house and walking to school with me. "She's better looking than most of the kid's mothers, and she's your GRANDMOTHER!" "I know," I agreed. "I would do her in a New York minute," Benny opined. "Me too," I said, and that got a weird look from Benny. "Oh man, that's gross!" Benny said derisively. "She's your grandmother." "So? I still think she's hot," I confessed. "You ever see her naked?" Benny asked. "Nah!" I said. "Just little peeks now and then." "Too bad," Benny told me. "It don't make any difference anyway, on account of she's a lezzie." That stopped me dead in my tracks, and if Benny wasn't my closest friend I would have kicked his ass instantly, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and made him explain himself. He thought I knew. I could I not know? It was probably the worst kept secret in town, apparently, yet I was so close to the tree I couldn't see the forest. Alexis Parsons was a lesbian. Why hadn't anybody said anything? I guess it helped that I was pretty popular in school, and I suppose that it was common knowledge that you could say whatever you wanted to me about the Yankees, and put down U2 to your heart's content, but the one thing that you never did was say anything remotely unkind about Grandma. A couple of kids had, years ago, and they learned that while I didn't play the tough guy and avoided fights like the plague, I was not somebody to be trifled with. I don't even remember what those victims had even said at the time - certainly nothing like what Benny had laid on me - but after that I never heard a discouraging word. *** Chapter Two: My Grandma is a lesbian. It all made sense, and after I thought about it I felt like an idiot. It wasn't like that Grandma ever did anything in front of me to raise any red flags, and I later learned that she made it clear to her lovers that there would be no shows of affection in front of me. That explained the giggling in the bedroom, and after Benny made me see the light, I found myself even more attracted to my Grandma. It was obvious why someone would find her attractive, and although I admit to being prejudiced, the fact remains that Grandma Alex (my pet name for her) was and is an attractive woman. Back then when she was in her fifties her hair was light brown and her figure was very shapely. Her breasts were just perfectly proportioned with the rest of her body, which was about 5'6" and 125 pounds. She wore a 34B bra, which I knew because of many times spent in the laundry room caressing the soft cups and dreaming about seeing what filled them so nicely. The thought of her with another woman - now that was something that really got me excited. Like most guys, the idea of women together was erotic as hell, and imagining my grandmother being one of them drove me crazy. I began to recall some of the women that had visited Grandma over the years. It wasn't like there were thousands of them, but I recalled at least a dozen. They had been a wide variety of ages, sizes and shapes, and while before they had been in my mind just Grandma Alex's lady friends, they were now something else. *** Chapter Three: Grandma sees me. To this day, Grandma Alex maintains that it was an accident that day when she came into the bathroom and saw me naked. She swears that when she heard the shower running, she remembered that there were no clean towels in the bathroom, so she hurried into the linen closet to get me some before I got out of the shower. She was right about there being no towels in there, but I had noticed that and grabbed one before hopping in. Grandma was also right when she said that I usually took a long time in the shower, but I was in a hurry that day so I kept it down to about 10 minutes instead of 20. Anyway, the door flew open just as I flung the shower curtain to the side, and there we were, me naked and dripping wet and my grandmother standing there with her arms full of towels. "OH!" Grandma said, looking first startled and then looking down at my crotch. "My word Tyler," Grandma said as she set the towels down, still staring at my groin all the while. "You're hung like a horse." By the time I covered myself up, Grandma was gone, leaving me feeling strange. Hung like a horse? Me? In truth, if I had been trying to impress Grandma, she couldn't have come in at a better time. I had just finished masturbating before turning the water off, my fist pumping as I thought of - who else? - my grandmother and the lady that had just started visiting her. So with my cock still semi-turgid, the curtain opened and there I was, looking like a horse, according to Grandma. I was no horse, but I have to admit was a little bit blessed in the penis department. According to the official measurements that my friend Benny and I had taken when a dispute over who was bigger had risen, I was the winner, Benny's five and a half inch boner losing out to my almost seven inch erection, although Benny was the unquestioned winner in the girth category. Still and all, even though I was no John Holmes, hearing my Grandma sound so impressed did excite me, and provided the fodder for countless more masturbatory fantasies to come. *** Chapter Three: Maggie. The woman that I had been thinking about that day in the shower, Maggie, had become a semi-regular around the house that spring. She was younger than my Grandma, probably in her 30's, and the woman had the most unusual body I had ever seen. Maggie was about 5'10" and had curly dark brown hair. She wasn't really pretty, and had a face that always seemed sad or angry, but I don't think many people looked at her face anyway. She worked as a bartender downtown, and always wore these tight black slacks that showed off her skinny legs and almost non-existent butt. The tops Maggie wore were either black or white, and were as snug as her slacks were, and the reason was obvious. Maggie had the biggest breasts in the history of tits. They were like watermelons rolling around her chest, and it wasn't like she was flaunting them or anything, because the blouses were always turtlenecks and had sleeves too. That March of my senior year in high school, Maggie had started to spend more and more time with my grandmother, and for a time had even seemed to be living there. I had even gotten to spend some time with her dirty laundry, getting to fondle her bra. The harness was old and the tag and faded away, which ruined my dreams of finding out how big Maggie's tits were, but I was able to put my head in a single cup. Thankfully, I heard Grandma coming down the stairs, or else it might have been tough to explain wearing a bra as a hat. One day, we got let out of school because of a water main break, so I arrived home much earlier than usual. I came in through the back door, and I was just about to announce my entrance when I happened to glance into my Grandma's bedroom. The glance couldn't have lasted more than a couple of seconds, but in that time what I saw would last me a lifetime. Grandma Alex was wearing a bra and panties, and it was looking like she had just helped Maggie on with her top, a black one that day. Grandma was standing behind Maggie, my grandmother's little frame dwarfed by the Amazon-like physique of the younger woman, and Grandma's arms were around Maggie, her hands right on those gigantic tits and kneading them like crazy. Grandma suddenly turned in my direction and her head almost bugged out of her skull. She kicked the door closed, the slam reverberating throughout the house, and I was left in shock over what I had seen. I retreated to my room, and Grandma was knocking on the door 10 minutes later. "Tyler," Grandma said softly, clearly upset. "Home early I see." "They let us out on account of a water main break," I explained, and Grandma nodded. "What you saw," Grandma said. "I'm sorry." "It's okay. It was really cool. I wish I could have kept watching," I admitted, and even though I was being honest my choices of words was as bad as my timing. "I wasn't doing it for your amusement," Grandma snapped, leaving the room. I didn't see Grandma until later that night when I emerged from my room for dinner, and in Tyler time that translated to six self-induced orgasms, with the vision of my grandmother's hands all over Maggie's breasts providing the inspiration. Dinner was a silent affair, and after I helped clear the table I went back to my room. I had just gotten my pajamas on and was looking around for a stray sock, which my pal Benny had told me made a handy receptacle when you jerked off. Slip it on and whack away. No tell-tale mess, except for the sock. I already had used several that day, and when I dug one out of the back of the drawer there came a knock on the door again. *** Chapter Four: Apologies. "Tyler, I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier," Grandma said softly, and I noticed that her voice was slurred, as if she had been drinking. "It's alright." "No, it isn't. I was mad at myself and took it out on you," she explained. "I'm always so careful about exposing you to what I do." "It's alright," I told her. "I knew already." "You did?" Grandma said, and then shrugged. "Yes, I suppose that you would have figured it out. You aren't a boy any more. You're a man, and in a few months you'll be off to college. Still, I didn't want you to ever see what you saw today." "I know, but I'm not sorry that I saw you two. It was really erotic." Just then my grandmother happened to see the sock in my hand, and then glanced over at the pile of other socks I had carelessly left on the night stand. Those socks were all twisted and fused into grotesque shapes by the semen now dried inside of them. "I can see that," she said, putting two and two together really fast for an grandma. "I've seen socks like those in the hamper." Now it was my turn to be embarrassed, and could feel the burning sensation as I turned beet red while trying to stand between her and the cum-filled socks to keep her from staring at them. "Sorry." "Hey, you're a man," Grandma said. "Compared to what I've gotten from other men, you're a saint. Let me get them out of here for you." Grandma gathered the crunchy socks up as I cringed, and was walking out the door when she turned back. "I trust you can toss that one in the hamper yourself when it's dirty," she said, nodding toward the clean sock I was holding before adding that she was only kidding. "It was erotic, and I was jealous too," I blurted out as Grandma opened the door. "I can understand that," she said as she stood in the doorway. "Maggie's really something. Too bad for you she doesn't like men much right now." "It isn't her that I want," I heard myself saying. "It's you." My grandmother froze in her tracks, her wry smile turning into another look. It was one of disbelief, and she stood there for almost a minute, not really sure what she had just heard. "I love you. I always have and always will," I said. "I love you too, Tyler," she said, looking unsteady on her feet. "It's been a long day for both of us. Good night honey." Eventually I climbed into bed and turned out the light. The sock wasn't needed, because I was certain that I had just ruined my life. Benny had been right. Guys do not think about their grandmothers like I did mine. *** Chapter Five: Spying. I was up in my room wearing only a t-shirt with my cock in my sock, slowly stroking away while waiting for my Grandma to go back out onto the deck, where she had been posing for my enjoyment. She didn't realize she had been, but when I happened to glance out and saw her there in the lounge chair, I felt obligated to look. I even brought out my binoculars, which had enhanced the view dramatically. On that warm spring afternoon Grandma Alex had been reading while enjoying the sun, dressed in a pink tank top and shorts, but had stopped reading and reclined in the chair. That was when I brought out the sock. Looking through the spyglasses, I could see her like she was right in front of me. The image was so clear that I could even see the droplets of sweat that clung to the peach fuzz under her arms as she stretched high before getting up for a cocktail refill. I had almost reached orgasm by then, but she got up too fast and left the deck so I kept myself primed and ready while waiting for her return, because looking at Grandma while I came intensified the orgasm, or so I had learned. "Come on," I muttered to myself, fidgeting while wondering if I could wait much longer. Hopefully she would get back soon, and when she sat back down I would get another look down the front of her tank-top. That would get me off good, I figured, because I had gotten a great peek at most of her hangers when she got up. "Ahem," came the sound of the throat being cleared behind me. "Shit!" I yelped, spinning around to see my grandmother standing in the doorway. I dropped the binoculars, and then sent the venetian blinds swinging as I unsuccessfully tried to catch them before they crashed on the floor. "Don't break the blinds too," Grandma said as the glasses shattered on the hardwood. "Don't you knock?" I sputtered, feeling like a fool. "The door was open," Grandma said calmly. "Don't be stopping on my account." "What?" I asked. "I said don't stop, Finish up," Grandma said, folding her arms across her chest and leaning on the door. "Take that fool sock off your thing first." "I can't..." "Why not?" Grandma insisted. "If you're going to yank on yourself while looking at me you might as well get a good look." "I can't do that," I cried, looking around for something to cover myself up with. "Will this help?" Grandma suggested, and as she spoke she calmly lifted her tank-top over head. ... Chapter Six: Getting off. I almost fainted. That was how shocked I was at watching this scenario unfold. Was my Grandma drunk? She might have been a little tipsy, but was very lucid when she had spoken to me, and as I got my first look at my grandmother's breasts, despite my embarrassment I found myself getting hard. "Here?" I asked while taking my blossoming organ in hand and starting to stroke myself. Grandma nodded and stayed in the doorway, her hand against the door moulding. Her breasts were beautiful. The pale orbs hung down a bit, making them seem bigger than I had imagined, and while they weren't full, her pale pink aureoles were huge, covering almost the entire ends of the hangers. Her nipples were fat stubs that seemed to be getting bigger as I leered at them. "Your tits - breasts I mean," I panted. "They're beautiful." My cock was as hard as steel, and I noticed that my grandmother was breathing as hard as I was, her eyes fixed on my cock and the fist that was pumping it hard. How badly did I want the hand to be hers? It was too late to ask, because I was about to cum even though my fist had stopped pumping and now simply held my cock by the stump. I brought my free hand to the head of my cock to try and catch my load that was on the way, but my grandmother had other ideas. My Grandma the Lesbian "Don't," she admonished me, and I moved my hand away just as my orgasm erupted. The first milky jet of semen flew right at my grandmother, spattering the floor at her feet. I kept cumming, wads of my seed spraying wildly out of my tool as I kept a death grip on my pulsating organ. When I started stroking it again it was like I hadn't cum already, as more spunk sprayed around at my feet until I went limp at last. I looked up and saw my grandmother putting her top on, and as she walked out the door she only said, "Dinner's at six-thirty," before closing the door behind herself. Did that just happpen? Judging by the cum that practically covered the floor around me, it had not been a hallucination. My Grandma Alex had just caught me jerking off, and then insisted I finish doing it in front of her, taking off her top in the process. Why didn't I do something? Run up to her and take her in my arms and put her on the bed? Good questions, I remember asking myself, and the simple truth was that I had no good answers. ... Chapter Seven: After dinner. Dinner was a tense affair, offering little in the way of conversation, and after I helped clear the table and dried the dishes that Grandma washed, I wondered what was next. "Go to bed, Tyler," Grandma said, and as I obidiently went down the hall, it struck me that she hadn't said that to me since I was nine, but I did it anyway. I put my pajama bottoms on, got under the sheet and read a magazine for awhile until my eyes got tired. Just as I was getting ready to turn out the light, I heard a light tapping on the door. "Tyler?" "Come in, Grandma." Grandma Alex opened the door and closed it behind herself. She was wearing a plain white nightie that wasn't incredibly revealing, but she usually wore a robe over it, and as she moved I could not only see those incredible nipples through the sheer silk, but the image of the triangle of her pubic hair was even a little bit visible. "Think we should talk," Grandma said, sitting on the bed beside me. "I have to apologize to you." I started to protest but Grandma waved me off and slid a little closer to me. "What I did to you was wrong," Grandma said. "I had a little liquid lunch. Maggie - she broke up with me. Went back to her husband." "Sorry," I said. "That's life. So when I did that to you today, that was the liquor talking. That and my emotions about everything getting the best of me. Showing my saggy boobs to you like that? I guess the change of life is going to my head too." "I meant it. About you being beautiful." "I had seen you looking out that window before, but I always thought you were looking at Maggie." "No." "Well, yu're a sweetheart. I should be -no - I guess I am flattered that somebody your age would find me attractive. I know young boys have raging hormones and everything." "I'm not a boy anymore," I reminded her. "No," Grandma said, looking down at the sheet where my emotions were showing themselves. "You aren't a boy any more. Please stop me." "Stop you? From what?" I asked. Grandma's hand was already on the sheet as she spoke, and when she pulled the sheet down it was obvious what she wanted me to stop her from doing, and even if I wanted to I couldn't. I felt like I was frozen in place. The outline of my cock was clear through the thin fabric of my pajamas, and after my grandmother's hand slid over my stomach and unsnapped the clasp, she opened them up while I raised my butt off the bed. My cock was so hard it had curled up to my belly, and I heard Grandma take a deep breath as her hand pulled it upright. Without a word her hand slid up and down my rigid member a couple of times, before she broke the silence. "Kathy Fronk," Grandma said softly, her eyes watching along with mine as she held my dick in a soft grasp while running her hand up and down the shaft. "You two still together?" "No," I said, having broke up last week. "She do this to you?" "Yeah." "That girl's got a pair on her," Grandma said, and when she saw me looking at her she smiled. "Hey, no harm in looking, right?" I laughed nervously as I saw a bead of cum appear on the tip of my dick. Grandma saw it at the same time and calmly swiped it off with her thumb without losing a beat, and the sensation caused me to shudder. "Yours is only the third one I've ever touched," Grandma informed me. "Your grandfather was the second, and my father was the first." "Your father?" I croaked, and Grandma nodded. "Your great-grandfather," she said sadly. "He used to visit me in my room almost every night, from when I was way younger than you until I ran away from home at 17." "You mean he..." "Everything but one thing," she explained. "He didn't want to get me pregnant so he made sure I stayed a virgin, but he did everything else a male can do to a female. Everything." I didn't know what to say, but although the thought of what she was saying was disgusting, my cock stayed hard, and Grandma kept gently stroking me. "All these years since your Grandpa left I swore that I would never let a man touch me again, but then as you grew up I sort of changed my mind," she told me. "Then I started thinking that if I could ever find a man as sweet, as loving and considerate as you are, maybe I could love another man." "Too bad there aren't any like you," Grandma said. "You're one of a kind, and when I saw the way you looked at me today, and said such nice things about me it made me feel - strange." "Let me see them again," I asked - begged, and then Grandma took her free hand and nudged first the right and then the left straps of the nightie off of her shoulders. The nightgown feel down to her waist, exposing those magnificent banana boobs, and this time I was able to move. My hand reached over and cupped her left breast in my hand. The flesh was soft and pliant, and when I kneaded the doughy orb I could feeel the peebeled surface oif her aurola. They weren't as big as Kathy Fronk's, or as big as Karen Miller's, but it was the greatest breast I had ever touched. Grandma's hand was barely moving on my dick now, but it doidn't matter. Groaning like a wounded animal, I felt my cock spurting cum all over my upper body while I continued to squeeze Grandma's tit. "I love you so much, Grandma," I said as her hand continued to milk me long after I had stopped coming. "I love you too, baby," she replied, inching closer until she was able to offer her breast to my mouth, and as my lips wrapped around the plump mipple and began to suck on it, she held the back of my head and pressed herself against me. I suckled on Grandma Alex's tit like I was a baby, and she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. While continuing to pull on my flaccid dick, Grandma inched up so that I could keep sucking on her tit, leaning her elbow on the headboard as she looked down at me. "That's nice, baby," she cooed as I cupped the bottom of her doughy teat. "Feels so nice." I let my hand slide over to her underarm and began to rub my thumb through the faint strip of peach fuzz nestled in the middle of her armpit, and as I continued to stroke her underarm the sweet scent of her phernamones filled my head. "Ooh - that feels so good," Grandma sighed as she leaned downward, encouraging me to continue. I not only kept doing it, I ended up replacing my thumb with my mouth, and when Grandma felt me sliding my tongue all over her armpit, she began to writhe around wildly. "Omigod!" I heard Grandma muuet as she began pulling on my cock with a lot more intensity. "So good. And you're getting hard again already!" Indeed it was. My cock was getting hard again really fast, and when Grandma felt that she began jerking me off harder and faster. "Oh Tyler," Grandma squealed as she kept leaning into me while I kept licking and kneading her. "You're such a virile boy, and your cock is so big. Much bigger than your grandfather. Longer and thicker and harder." Her words, her hands and her body worked more powerfully than any pill could have, and when she felt me get fully engorged, she took my hand off of her breast and brought it between her legs. I could feel the heat long before my hand touched her pussy, and when it parted the hair I could feel her wetness. She was beyond moist. My Grandma's pussy was dripping. Her agility belied her 50 plus years and she climbed up on top of me, pulling her nightie up off of her waist, where it had all been bunched and over her head. Her pussy was surrounded by a wide triangle of light brown hair, but the bush was not dense and the hair was fine, allowing me to clearly see the lips of her pussy as she brought my cock to the gateway. Grandma slowly sank down on my cock, implaing herself completely as her pussy took me in. She was tight, and even though I had come very recently, the feeling of Grandma's pussy enveloping my dick made me want to cum again, but I fought back the urge. Now Grandma was riding me, her hips slowly grinding as her tits swung around in front of me. I grabbed the swaying hangers and kneaded them hard, at first fearing that I was being too rough, but when I saw Grandma's reaction to my handling of her tits, I kept going. "Cumming!" she screamed, making the single word sound like it was a dozen, and then I felt her pussy contract wildly around my dick, pulverizing it as she came. Her body shook and spasmed as she came, and I was now holding onto her tits to keep her upright. Grandma's whole body shuddered, and then seconds later she was cumming again. I lost any semblance of self-control and came along with her, sending my seed deep into her womb while Grandma's eyes became all white. I caught Grandma as she fell onto me, having been knocked for a loop by what she later described as "the most intense orgasm I ever had", and I let her rest on top of me until she caught her breath. She was done for the night, she explained, not being used to having anything inside of her besides a tongue for so long, but when she saw me with an erection later in the evening, she said she wanted to do something about it. It had been almost 30 years since she had a dick in her mouth, and she was afraid she had forgotten how to do it. Five minutes later, I was able to assure her that she hadn't. "Must be like riding a bike," Grandma said. "Guess you don't forget. Probably not as good as your girlfriends, but maybe if I practice I'll get better." "Nobody ever did that too me before," I said, and after Grandma laughed she looked at me with my poker face and tilted her head. "You mean..." "You wore my first. First everything," I confessed. "I got a few handjobs from girls, but that was it." "But," Grandma sputtered. "You could have - I mean, surely there were girls that?" "I guess," I said, knowing that Kathy Fronk had been more than willing and was pretty sure about a couple of others. "But I guess I'm old-fashioned or something. I wanted my first time to be special." I think that the real truth was that I wanted my Grandma to be my first, knowing that I might have finally given up after a while but was willing to hold out as long as I could, and when she haerd that Grandma got choked up. ... Chapter Nine: After that night. That night was not some freak happenstance or a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Grandma proved that to me the next morning, when I found my morning wood was being put into her pussy again, and after breakfast I tatsed Grandma's pussy for the first time, just before heading off to school. My room became a place to store my things, as I slept with Grandma every night after that, except when Grandma had "company". She confessed that as much as she loved me and my cock, she often had an inch that I couldn't scratch, and would ask if I didn't mind if she had a lady friend over. Of course I didn't mind, and since I would be going off to college soon she knew that I would probably be tempted to enjoy myself as well. I got a kick out of playing dumb as I would greet her "friends" like I didn't know what was going on, and then fantasize about what Grandma and the other woman were doing in our bed. I went off to college, regretting my decision to travel out-of-stae, because if I knew how things were going to turn out with Grandma, I would have stuck around. We kept in touch, and I assured Grandma that I would be coming home for the holidays when we would make up for lost time. One time when we spoke she sounded a little apprehensive, and when I pressed her, my grandmother asked me if she could send me a picture. "Someone you know," she said, and when I got the e-mail that was titled "I don't usually kiss and tell", with the picture attached, I quickly went to the picture. "Holy shit!" I said aloud as I looked at the photo of the young woman in Grandma's bed. "Kathy Fronk!" Even if I couldn't have seen the face of the girl fast asleep with the sheet pulled halfway down her naked body, I would have recognized the incredible tits that jutted out from her lithe body, and I found myself laughing my ass off as I looked at my old girlfriend after Grandma had gotten done with her. "She was pretty easy," Grandma said when I called her up. "And those boobs! I've always been aboob girl, and Kathy has got them. She misses you, you know." "You didn't tell her about - us, did you?" "Goodness no, but when you get home I suspect she will be giivng you a call," Grandma said. "Wouldn't it be a hoot? The three of us together?" Grandma mused. That boggled my mind, but it never did happen, at least not yet. I did end up screwing Kathy Fronk. My grandmother insisted that I do, and do it in her bed too! After Kathy had left for the night, Grandma confessed to me. "Look," Grandma said as she brought me into the spare room next to her/our bedroom. Grandma had installed a peep hole that gave a bird's eye view of her bed, and she had watched us going at it while using her vibrator on herself. "You can use it too, if you're here when I have company," Grandma said. "It's better than watching reruns on TV." It was that, I ended up discovering, when Grandma's old friend Maggie stopped by to exchange Christmans presents with her. They ended up talking and apparently after I excused myself for the evening, Maggie confessed that even though she was back with her husband, she missed the old times. Five minutes later, I was hugging the wall, jerking off like a chimp while watching Grandma take Maggie's bra off, unveiling tits that were absolutely unreal. They actually were unreal, Grandma told me later. Maggie's husband had made her get these outrageous implants when they first got married, and while Grandma said the sight of them excited her, she didn't care for the feel of them. "I like them big and natural, like Kathy's," Grandma informed me, and I agreed. "Yours are the best," I told her, and Grandma smiled, even though she admonished me for the cum I had left on the wall under the peephole. "How would you rate Kathy in bed?" Grandma asked me as we went to bed. "On a scale from 1 to Grandma?" I asked. "A six." In the time since Grandma and I started having sex, I have had a few other girls, and on the scale, they have all fallen somewhere between 1 and Grandma. Somehow, I suspect that they always will. ... Epilogue: So that's the story of me and my Grandma. I know that many won't believe it, and many of those that do believe will be disgusted by my relationship. I understand that. Different strokes for different folks. All I know is that the sun is coming up, and that means that Grandma will be getting up as well, and expecting something from me. I'll be working on no sleep, but while I'm grumbling to myself about it now, once we get into it, I'll be fine. I'll be lapping at her pussy while she deep-throats my cock like a sword swallower. She'll want me in every orifice; hard, fast and continuously and I will be happy to oblige. She'll be on top, my favorite position because it lets those delightful hangers swing around in my face, and she will ride me until we both cum. I love her more than life itself. Why? Because she's the most beautiful woman in the world and the most sensuous and giving lover a man(or woman)could ask for. She's my Grandma. ... thanks for reading