****** Grandson's Revenge by T.S. Elliot ******
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Grandson's Revenge


My parents were killed in a car accident when I was 15. Since I was an only
child and my Mother had no family I went to stay with my paternal Grandmother
on a farm in the mid-west. As I was past the age when it was compulsory for me
to attend school I was put to work on the farm. Actually I was the only one
working on it. Basically I worked from dawn to dusk. Had dinner and went to
sleep.

Around the time of my 18th birthday, I asked my Grandmother if I could go into
town. I was told that I was here to work. If I wanted to party and play around
I could leave and live someplace else. While I worked in the fields I saw no
money.

For the last 10 years the only woman I saw was my Grandmother. But mostly I saw
dirt. My Grandmother was a lady of leisure. While I was out plowing the fields,
she was off socializing with the country club set. I should describe her for
you. My Grandmother is now 65. At least that is what she admits too. She's
about 5.9 and 110lbs. Her hair was gray when I arrived. It's shoulder length
but is usually tied up in a neat bun. Her face is actually pretty attractive
with green eyes setting of her features. While her stomach is basically flat
one would have to admit that my Grandmother was well endowed. She has long
shapely legs that don't show any veins. There is however, some cellulite. In
the summer my Grandmother sometimes examines the farm in her shorts. One day
when my Grandmother had left to go to the country club. I sneaked a look at the
washing line.

Her panties where all flimsy and lace. Her bra was of the same material, and
while I do not remember fully the size I do remember that a DD was on the
label. You will of course understand that I know very little of women's
underwear.

It was coming near to my 26th birthday. I felt that I deserved a treat with all
the hard work I was doing. So I asked my Grandmother if I could have some money
to go into town and find a woman. She slapped me across the face and told me I
was disgusting. If I did not behave she would throw me out. The topic and
discussion was ended.

My birthday came and went. Grandmother did give me a present. A Walkman and a
cake. But as far as my setting foot off the farm was concerned forget it. It
was about 3 weeks after my 26th birthday that a funny block with glasses
appeared at the farm. Grandmother was out socializing.

"Excuse me?" he asked. "Are you Patrick Newman?

"Yes!" I responded.

"Sorry to disturb you sir." The man began. "But I need your signature on some
papers.

I'll cut a long story short. When my Grandfather died. The farm passed on to my
father. When my Father died the farm was mine under the guardianship of my
Grandmother. On my 18th birthday full title passed over to me. For the last 8
years my Grandmother has been ripping me off. The Lawyer who came to see me
wanted to call the police. I told him no. I had my own punishment in mind.

Although from this moment on my Grandmother would no longer have access to the
bank accounts. In fact I asked the lawyer to go to the bank and have the
signatures altered and also bring me back some money as well as some booze. The
$500.00 hundred dollars he brought back was the most money I ever had in my
life. The bourbon was the first liquor I ever had. When the lawyer left I went
upstairs showered and returned downstairs to wait for my grandmother and have a
drink.

I sat watching the television as the Taxi pulled up. My grandmother got out of
the car and walked down the lane to our front door. A brief shudder went
through my body, as I was not actually allowed in this part of my house. It
passed and I was ready.

The front door opened and Grandmother came in.

"Patrick!" She cried. "You know you are not allowed in this part of the house.
She raised her hand to strike me across the face. I took hold of the hand and
ordered her to sit.

"That's it!" She wailed. "I have had enough of you. How dare you touch me? You
can leave in the morning."

I had a rather large grin on my face. "Ah! Grandmother! I spoke to the lawyers
today if anyone is leaving tomorrow, it will not be me."

"You see I know that this farm is mine. You can go out in the cold or you can
do what I say. To be truthful it does not matter what you do."

With a shaky voice my Grandmother asked what I wanted of her.

I took a sip of my drink and looked up at her. I had sat down on the couch.

"Get your dress off." I commanded.

"You must be joking?" My grandmother burst out laughing. "Besides I am your
grandmother."

I stood up and grabbed the lapels of my grandmother's dress. It was a black
button through with white buttons and stitching. It's hem coming to mid calf
and a wide belt pulled it tight at the waist.

It was with a barely contained rage that I announced. "For the past eight years
you have been screwing me. You stole money from me and treated me as a slave.
The worm has turned. Strip or get out. If you decide to get out you will be
spending your time in the county jail. Now you make up your mind. Now!"

With shaking hands my Grandmother undid the top button of her dress. Slowly
working her way down.

"Please Patrick!" my Grandmother pleaded. "Please do not make me do this."

"Get on with it," I snapped.

My grandmother undid the final button and the two sides fell apart.

Underneath was one of those black shiny slips. It covered bra and panties and
went down to mid thigh. She stood there looking and me with her arms crossed
over her chest.

"Get on with it," I commanded.

The slip's shoulder straps were slid down her arms and the slip was allowed to
fall at her feet. While I did not know it at the time. My grandmother was
wearing stockings and suspender belt. I did not know what it was called but I
liked the look.

I got up off the couch and undid my belt and pants allowing the pants to drop
to the floor. Pulling aside my underpants I allowed my cock to fall out. It was
hard and erect. I had no idea of this sort of thing so I could not say if I was
large or small. I just knew I wanted to feel my grandmother's lips around my
prick.

I indicated such and Edith, that was her name, knelt in front of and took hold
of my cock placing inside her mouth. As I looked down I could see her red
lipstick lips flow gently up and down my shaft. I unclipped her bra and it too
was allowed to fall to the ground revealing a quite nice pair of breasts.

I grabbed Edith by the shoulders and lifted her up. Kneeling I took hold of her
panties and pulled them down. Pushing Edith down on the couch once she was down
and comfortable I set upon her clitoris with my tongue. I was gratified by the
moans that came from her mouth.

Finally I pulled my self up and pulled Edith towards me. Inserting myself into
Edith's fanny. It was slow at first. Thrusting in and out. My shaft moving its
full length backwards and forwards. Edith was writhing underneath me. Her hips
arching forward to meet my thrusts. Slowly the speed of the thrusts increased.
In out, thrust withdraw. Edith was writhing and wriggling underneath me.

Then it happened I shot my load. My cock went limp and dribbles of cum oozed
out of Edith's cunt. I fell away exhausted. Edith's body shuddering next to me.
It took me a time to recover. Finally we talked quietly.

Basically the farm was doing very well. It could easily afford another worker
to take the load from me. My Grandmother Edith agreed to teach me sex. In fact
she insisted on it. She also promised to introduce me to some of her friends as
it looked like my sexual preference was for the older woman.

We became very close my Grandmother and I.

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