Note from Valerie: I thought I would do something different this time and see if I could write a story from the male perspective. I don't have any grandchildren, but if one were to be born this year, then I would be 69 when 'he' reached 18. Even so, I decided not to write from the grandmother's point of view and also decided not to use my own name in this one.
Also, if adult circumcision bothers you, please don't read this. I do not for one moment condone the practice of infant circumcision. That said, my husband was circumcised, my son is not. It is used here, merely as a plot device.
Finally, there's more sex too -- see if I can get a higher rating this time around! Hope you enjoy. V.
I stepped up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Waiting, I looked around. It was a quiet neighbourhood, nothing to see here. The garden was well attended. I rang again. And waited. Black painted door, frosted cut-out, bronze letterbox. Come on, will you? Answer the fucking door already. Old bag.
I hadn't seen Grandma in years. I never knew my father. Mom said he was an American G.I. The fathers I had known as a kid had all been temporary, lasting anywhere between a few weeks and a few years. Mom had got through life on a wing and a prayer. Now though, she was shit out of prayers. For the next two to five years, I was someone else's problem.
The door finally opened. Standing before me -- the old bag -- Grandma.
"Hello. Can I help you?"
"Grandma. It's me."
"No. It's ME. Me, Joe."
"Yes Grandma. Kate's son ... Kate your daughter. I'm Joe, your grandson."
I knew the old bat was playing with me. She lifted her head and looked down her nostrils, opening the door wider and stepping aside.
"I suppose you'd best come in then."
I stepped inside when her voice rang out in my ear. "Take off those shoes."
I slipped off my Converse and stood in my socks.
"Pwoah! Do you ever wash boy?"
Charming, I thought.
She shut the door behind me and switched on the hall light.
"Now then, lets get a look at you."
She poked inside my jacket and scrunched her nose. Circling me as I stood, I heard her sigh. Stepping in front of me, she shook her head, clearly in disgust.
"When was the last time you had a bath?"
"Um? If it's something you have to think about, it can't have been very recent, now can it?"
"I think I had one last year. Might have been the one before."
"Last year? Good grief boy."
"More of a shower guy myself Grandma."
"Yes, well, take off those clothes. I'll run a bath and see if there's something of your late grandfather's I can find for you. Come on. Hop to it. Off with them."
"Grandma? You don't expect me to undress here, do you? Where's the bathroom?"
"I'm not letting you trample through my clean house in those rags. Now take them off or turn around and find somewhere else. If you're going to live under my roof, you will do so under my rules. Now what's it to be?"
"Are you just going to stand there and watch?"
"You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Who do you think taught your mother to change your nappy?"
"Grandma, I don't feel right undressing in front of you."
"There's the door ... make your choice."
Was she for real? She wanted me to get naked in front of her? What kind of pervert was she?
She took a deep breath that left me in no doubt that she meant business and was not in the habit of taking any nonsense.
I looked at her in defiance but knew what life had been like moving from town to town with Mom, one grotty fleapit to another. A warm bed, a roof over my head were luxuries I hadn't always had.
I slipped off my jacket and pulled my jumper over my head, unzipping my jeans. I stood there in my T shirt, pants and socks, waiting for some privacy. She picked up my clothes and just stared at me, holding out her hand for the rest.
"You want to see me naked?"
"Joseph, believe me when I say, I have no interest in seeing what you have in your underpants. I just don't want a flea infestation in my house. It's your choice boy. But in my house, there are rules. You either live by them, or you don't live here."
I reached for each sock in turn and dropped them in her hand. I pulled down my pants next because my junk would still be covered by my top. When she didn't budge, I tore off my shirt and threw it in her face. The look on her face was priceless. To her, I was little more than a bad smell under her nose.
I stood there naked in all my eighteen year old glory in front of my prim and proper Grandma. I watched as she put my clothes in a refuse sack, shoes too, tied a knot in the top and dropped it outside the front door.
"Come along. Don't dawdle boy."
I followed her to the bathroom and she ran a bath.
"Let me look at your teeth."
I smiled. She put her fingers in my mouth to move my lips and look into the corners. "There's a toothbrush and toothpaste in the cabinet. Use them."
I stood there naked at the sink and cleaned my teeth as my Grandma watched me from behind. I could see her stern face in the mirror. She was dressed all in deep grey, buttoned up jacket, knee length skirt and a blouse that was buttoned to the collar. She stood up straight and had good posture and didn't appear, at least, to be watching my ass.
I turned for inspection.
I poked my tongue out at her.
I went back to the sink and did as instructed.
"Very good. Now let me see you."
Again she circled me, looking behind my ears, making me hold out my hands for close inspection. Then suddenly I felt her hand on my dick.
"Grandma!" I flinched.
"Quiet boy. Unless you have something to say, say nothing."
She peeled my foreskin back and the look on her face turned to one of repulsion.
"Smegma. Yuk. You need to learn a thing or two about personal hygiene Joseph. Now. Into the bath."
I stepped in. It was red hot.
"It's too hot."
I sat. It was uncomfortably hot. Grandma got out the scrubbing brush and soap and began scrubbing me. She washed my penis with a cloth flannel and was particularly rough with it. Then she put shampoo in my hair and began to massage it in.
I sank down in the bath to let her wash the shampoo off. She was very no nonsense.
I stood up and she wrapped a towel around me and started to vigorously dry my naked body.
I stood on one leg as the water circled down the plug hole. I stepped out of the bath while she dried off my other foot.
"Can't I have a robe?"
"Whatever for boy? Something else for you to dirty up. Something that I'll have to wash. No. Besides, I've seen you naked now. You no longer have any reason to hide."
I followed her across the hallway into the kitchen.
I sat, naked.
She opened the fridge door and poured me a glass of milk, putting it down for me.
"Thank you," she said, sternly.
"Thank you," I said.
She went and fetched the biscuit barrel, pulling from it one chocolate digestive, one bourbon, one custard cream and one ginger nut. She placed the four biscuits on a plate and handed them to me, but waited for me to thank her before releasing her hold on the plate.
She sat down opposite me.
I squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. I hadn't ever been naked and exposed like this in my life.
When I was finished, she spoke again. "Up."
I followed her up the stairs.
"This will be your room."
I stepped inside. It was a medium sized bedroom, about ten foot by ten foot, a window to one side, a single bed, a free standing wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a bedside table with lamp and a wooden chair.
She pulled back the sheets and blanket.
I stood there, not moving. "Uh, Grandma? Pyjamas."
"Pyjamas? Nonsense Joseph. Who on Earth is going to see you in bed? We sleep naked in this house."
"You said we. Do you ..."
"None of your business boy. I'm your grandmother. Now, into bed."
I sat down on the bed and waited for her to pull the covers up. She did not. Instead, she sat down alongside me and placed one hand on my penis. Then began to stroke it.
She continued to stroke me. I couldn't fathom it. I was hard and my grandmother's 69 year old liver spotted hand was roaming freely up and down my throbbing prick.
"Just tell me when. I don't want to have to wash the sheets."
I looked at her as she looked at me. What a strange woman. She wasn't unattractive. Far from. I'd seen pictures of her at Mom's age and she was a real knockout. Tall at five ten, always slim, long straight brown hair in her youth, cropped and silver now. Classical features that had weathered well. Her eyes however sparkled, though she hardly ever smiled.
I just lay there as she jerked me off.
I shook my head.
"Grandma? Could you smile. I'd love to see you smile."
Then she did. She had a beautiful smile and I couldn't help but smile back. "Now," I said.
She slid my foreskin back on my penis and placed her mouth over my head just in time to catch all of my cum as it shot into her mouth. She sucked me clean, tickling under my tip with her tongue. She slipped off with a pop.
She stood up, covering me with the sheets, then came to kiss me on the forehead. "Sleep tight little one."
She switched off the light as she stepped through the door.
I woke next morning with the light and as I lay there in bed, my thoughts couldn't help but return to the strange events of the previous night. I had slept well. It was a warm, comfy bed and I had been pressure relieved at bedtime. I actually had a smile on my face, but had no idea of what lay ahead. I couldn't get out of bed as I had no clothes to put on, not even a robe.
I'd been lying there awake for about ten minutes when my door opened and there stood in the doorway was my grandmother. Completely naked.
"Up and at 'em. Time to start the day. I don't want to waste water, so you'll shower each morning with me."
I stood up, naked, with a boner and followed Grandma across the hallway to the upstairs bathroom. She opened the shower door and stepped inside, turned and waited for me to join her. Closing the door, she turned on the spray.
It was cold and it made me jump. This made Grandma smile. It soon warmed up. Being a three foot by three foot cubicle, there was very little room for two and we stood in close proximity washing ourselves with soap. Grandma caught hold of my penis and peeled back my foreskin and lathered it up. Of course I was hard, I hadn't even had a pee and I didn't think I could just do it where I was.
"You should masturbate now Joseph. That's what I normally do. A good sexual release first thing in the morning will stop you thinking about it all day. A preoccupied mind is an inefficient one."
She rested her back against one wall and placed one hand between her legs and the other caressed her breasts, right in front of me. All the while her eyes were open and she looked at me. I rested my back against the wall opposite her as the shower head sprayed water between our two bodies against the glass door opposite it. As I began stroking my cock, she remembered to smile.
There was something so strange about this whole situation. Seeing an old woman masturbate in front of me, her old grey pubes tufting under her hand, her slight tummy, a general looseness of skin on her arms and thighs, a wrinkling on her neck, but her tits -- her tits were fucking awesome. Quite small, maybe a B cup, perhaps less, but smooth like the tits of a much younger woman. They positively glistened under the water and her deep red nipples protruded from her areola which were in themselves sat proud of her breasts. Her ass had been nice too, as I recalled from following her to the bathroom.
I began to jerk off more vigorously and got in the zone, furiously beating off my dick, I blew my load. It shot right over her and landed on her belly and her arm and hand. She looked at it and wiped it onto her fingers and then shoved those same fingers inside her. Then she began to coo and writhe as her orgasm took hold. She shut her eyes and brought her arms up to her chest. Then opened them and looked at me. I stood up straight and leaned towards Grandma and gave her a light kiss on her cheek. She immediately lifted her hand to touch that cheek.
She caught hold of my penis and again pulled me back and soaped me, then rinsed inside her pussy with the nozzle. She switched off the water and I got out of the shower first and just stood there. She got out next and went in the airing cupboard for a large towel and wrapped it around us both and we dried together.
"You can use the toilet first," she said. "Lift the seat and put it back down after you."
I did as I was told and took a piss, all the while she watched me. I didn't care. After what we had done, last night and this morning, I wanted her to watch me.
"All done," I said. "Your turn Grandma."
She smiled and sat down, spread her legs and I watched her pee.
I followed her naked to her bedroom and she opened up her closet door. It was full of her clothes and to one side, there were some man's clothes, presumably my late grandfather's.
She took some off the rack, the ones she wanted me to wear. They were all old man's clothes, proper trousers and shirts with buttons and collars. I didn't fancy any of them. They were dull colours, browns and greys and maroons, navy blues.
"Pants, socks, trousers, shirt. Tie, do you want a tie? Will you wear one?"
I shook my head. I didn't want no fucking tie.
I began to dress in his clothes as I watched her slip into her bra and panties. Next she started buttoning her shirt, the same deep grey one from yesterday. She had picked out one that was the same colour grey for me. While she buttoned her collar, I left the top two buttons open and then put on the trousers. They fit just fine. I must have been the same size as my grandfather.
She slipped into her skirt and then handed me a pair of his shoes. "See if those fit."
I opened up the laces a bit and slipped my foot in. It was fine. She put on her jacket and buttoned it and took down a jacket off the rack for me, buttoning it for me then looking at my shirt collar.
She shook her head. "Oh Joseph, this will never do." Then she buttoned up the top two buttons on my shirt and smiled again.
She held out her hand for me and said, "Come along. Breakfast."
I took her hand and she led me down the stairs to the kitchen. After breakfast, we locked up and she drove me to the grocery store for some shopping. Lunch was very nice, my grandmother was a superb cook. We even had a crumble for afters. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had dessert at home. The last time I'd had home cooked dessert may well have been at Grandma's when I was a young boy.
After lunch, I had chores around the house, then Grandma had some guests for tea that she made me sit and engage in polite conversation with. For supper, once again I had a glass of milk and four biscuits from the biscuit barrel. In my bedroom, I undressed as she watched on. When I was naked, she pulled the sheets away and I sat down, waiting for her to sit next to me. She did not disappoint. Once again, Grandma gave me a killer hand job and let me explode in her mouth.
"I don't mind if you'd rather give me a blow job than a hand job, you know."
She smiled at me. "Joseph, I would very much like to give you a blow job, but I simply cannot."
"Oh." That was disappointing.
"Not so long as you have that dirty, disgusting foreskin anyway."
"Goodnight." She kissed me and left the room, turning out the light and taking my clothes with her.
In bed, I thought about what she had said. She wouldn't give me a blow job because I had foreskin? What did that mean exactly? Men had foreskin, penises had foreskin. Just what was she getting at?
I slept well again and was awake when Grandma stepped into my room naked. I followed her for our daily shower and once again masturbated, but this time I stood a little closer. I purposely held my foreskin back with one hand and jerked it with the other. It felt very strange, very sensitive, particularly just under the crown where it started to splay, but it was not wholly unpleasant.
As I jerked off, the tip of my penis would knock against the back of Grandma's hand. Unlike yesterday, Grandma's eyes focussed mainly on my cock.
"Nearly there Grandma. Move your hand."
"What?" I groaned.
"Please Grandma, move your hand."
She stopped jilling herself and I pressed my penis to her cunt and blew my load at her. Some of it shot between her legs, some onto her legs, but I did feel her lips open up a little and I think some of it shot directly up inside her.
She flung her head back and used both hands to play with her tits and pinch her nipples. She never moved her hand back to her pussy, when her orgasm came. She screamed this time and I felt some pride that I had helped her to new heights.
She washed us both off and dried us in the same towel again. Just like yesterday, we watched each other pee, then we went to her bedroom where we dressed. Again she did her collar up and looked at my open collar, shook her head with her eyes closed then did my collar up.
"Must I do this for you every morning Joseph? Can't you learn to dress yourself properly in the morning?"
"What did you mean about my foreskin last night?"
She looked at me with furrowed brow a moment, then lightened up. "I don't like foreskin Joseph. It's nasty and dirty and riddled with germs. You can see how much effort it is to clean you in the mornings."
"I can't help that it's there Grandma. That's how men are. It's how we look."
"Not all men Joseph. Your grandfather was circumcised. Most men of his age were. They only stopped doing it in the fifties."
"Oh Joseph. It's when your foreskin is surgically removed."
I cringed. "Doesn't that hurt?"
"I expect it does ... for a little while. But the benefits far outweigh any little pain you may feel."
"If you didn't have that nasty old foreskin Joseph, I expect I'd give you a blow job every evening. And I imagine I'd probably let you have sex with me in the shower too. But I'll only do it if you're circumcised. And not otherwise."
Well, she sure told me. I wasn't having the end cut off my cock, just so she'd give me a blow job.
But then I remembered she said she'd let me fuck her too. Oh God, what I wouldn't give to feel that. And then it hit me -- what I wouldn't give to feel that. Would I give up my foreskin to feel that, could I give it up, to feel her hot pussy sucking on my cock? Truthfully? I didn't see why not.
At lunch we talked.
"Grandma. About this circumcision thing ... you would suck me, if I did ... and ... you know ... let me inside you ... not just in the shower but ... maybe in bed too?"
"In bed, on the couch, on the kitchen table, up against the front door. I'd even let you stick it in my backside Joseph. But only if you get circumcised nice and tight. I don't want to see any bunching up where germs can hide and multiply."
"Grandma? When can I get it done?"
There was a simple answer to that. Grandma phoned the clinic and I had an appointment set for two weeks.
In the afternoon, Grandma did some gardening and asked me to help her out. Again that evening, just before bed, she jerked me off, but I didn't give her enough warning and shot some of my load onto her face as it bent forward to swallow my cock.
"Shh Grandma. Let me help. Hold still."
She stayed still and I leaned in to lick my cum off her face. I was gentle, licking up the side of her cheek, kissing her eye. I caressed her face with my hand and kissed her. On the lips.