Grandson Visits Grandma Pt. 01

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.

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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."

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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.