****** Grandma and I by TSElliot ******
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Grandma and I


My first memory of my grandmother was when I was about 6 years old; she would
have been in her late 50's then and looked pretty good for it. She had a small
frame coming in about 5 ft 4 inches, weighing no more than 120 pounds. She had
come to visit us and I can remember being spoiled rotten. I was her only
grandchild. The thing I remember most about her visit was seeing up her dress
one day. I was lying on the floor playing with some toy cars, when my mother
and her came into the room; they were talking about mom's plans to redecorate
the house. Neither paid any attention to me, being so engrossed in their
conversation. I looked up and caught sight of a pair of white cotton panties.

My grandmother had a pair of slender legs there were only a few signs of blue
veins. Still unnoticed I moved my gaze up and down. The outline of her calf and
thigh muscles were well defined showing what anyone would think of being a
shapely pair of legs. My mother pointed to a far wall talking about color
scheme and my grandmother moved forward, thus revealing the back of her legs
and buttocks to me. She was wearing a blue floral dress belted at the waist. It
sort of hung at her hips and moved out then just sort of hung there.

Over the years this became a lasting memory for me I suppose it started my
fascination for older women and somewhat determined my first sexual experience.
I was 14 at the time. Stan Edmonds my best friend had his grandmother visiting
that summer. She was a tall women in her early 70's but slender like my
grandmother. I was supposed to meet Stan at his house and we were going to
catch a movie. Unfortunately Stan cut himself rather badly on a rusty piece of
metal in their garage and was taken to the doctor for stitches and shots.

As it turned out, when I arrived I was alone with Mrs. Silvia Armstrong. She
was extremely nice to me inviting me to come in and wait, offering me some milk
and cookies. I sat at the table and she went to sit on the couch. As sometimes
happens as she sat and crossed her legs, her skirt did not fall correctly a
revealed a tantalizing amount of thigh. I was caught in mid bite. Just sat
there with cookie in hand. Mrs. Armstrong made a sideways glance and I was
caught staring.

"So you like my legs?" she said.

Stunned with embarrassment all I could do was sit and nod.

"Would you like to see more?" she asked

Still shocked all I could do was nod in the affirmative.

Silvia stood, bent down, grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it with her
hands. To my surprise she was wearing a black pair of stockings and a red
garter belt. She moved around making sure I could view her from every angle.

"There is a cost to this," she said. "Come sit on the couch next to me and kiss
me."

Tentatively I got up and moved towards. Sitting next to her on the couch she
asked if I have ever been with a girl. I still could not speak but nodded no.
She told me that she would teach me. She stood and proceeded to undress. When
she took her bra off she revealed a pair of saggy tits that rather strangely
further increased the bulge in my pants. When she was totally naked she came
and stood me up and proceeded to undress me. I almost shot my load there and
then when her lips encircled my erect penis. Silvia and I spent a wonderful
summer together.

She promised to return the following year.

Fate can sometimes deal a young life a cruel blow. It was just a week before
summer vacation when a drunk driver swerved in the path of my parents' car. I
was in intensive care for nearly two weeks. My parents never made it to
hospital. The first face I saw when I finally came around was that of my
grandmother. Did I mention that her name is Francis? Tear lines were evident on
her face. She was widowed at an early age and never remarried. Francis was an
only child and she had just lost her only child. My mother! As it turned out I
had suffered some significant spinal injuries and there was some doubt if I
would ever walk again.

Over the next few months I went through some fairly painful rehabilitation.
Francis was constantly by my side. Always reassuring, always there with hugs
and kisses. God I loved that women. I still remember her reaction when I took
my first step. She rushed towards me took me in her arms and kissed me soundly
on the lips. I was to busy holding myself up to do anything about. It was a
kiss that lasted a few seconds and I was pleased to realize a stirring in my
groin. Francis somewhat embarrassed stepped back with tears of joy in her eyes.

Six months after the accident I was pretty well on the mend. I was walking with
the assistance of a walking stick that the doctors were pretty sure I could
dispense with in a few months. I was finally discharged from hospital and went
to live with my grandmother. To say I was pampered would be an understatement.
My grandmother constantly fussed about me. Finally I was able to go back to
school.

Then the letter came. I had been accepted into the State College. Francis
seemed to accept the news coldly. I discovered her in her room weeping on her
bed. Between tears and gasps she told me how much she loved me and that she was
afraid of losing me. I gathered her in my arms and kissed her soundly. I could
feel her body shuddering in my arms. I could also feel that sensation in my
groan. I caressed her cheek with my hand and then let it fall to her breast. I
heard a sharp intake of breath, but there was no attempt to remove my hand.

I told Francis how much I loved her too. How I could never have made it after
the accident without her. By this time my hand had moved. It had passed down
her body to her knees where the hem of her dress was. It had moved inside her
dress along her inner thigh and was now caressing her crotch. I gently pushed
her down to the bed. She gave no resistance. In fact she raised her hips
allowing me to remove her hose and panties. I moved my head down and explored
her vagina with my tongue, swallowing her juices as she came.

Francis wrapped her arms around my neck begging me to fuck her. Then we both
struggled to pull my pants down. When finally I inserted my rock hard penis
into my grandmother's vagina I was surprised at how tight it was. As its head
penetrated her pussy she gave out a cry of, "Oh my God!" and came again. A
midst moans and groans I thrust my shaft in an out. Finally releasing my load
in her gray-haired pussy. We made hot passionate love for the rest of the
night.

I'm in my 30's now. Francis is I think in her 80's although she will only admit
to being in her 70's. I have a quite successful law practice. Francis and I
still life together and have frequent sex. She also brings home from time to
time some of her friends.

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