Grandson Visits Grandma Pt. 02

His journal entry read, "So... I passed certain boundaries with my grandmother that I didn't think I would be so comfortable with. I mean, it was one thing as a young adult, exploring private moments with sis, but this is different. She still has this manner of circumnavigating my defenses, my morality even is hardly an obstacle it seems... Or, maybe my predisposition toward incest highlights different behaviors as agreeable thereto? I don't know, I'm just kind of going with it at this point, having a spot of fun for once. The rest of that day was pretty average, a bit of cuddling on the couch just watching a movie, we went out and she gave me a tour of the small town; I do think she kept peeking in on my shower though, but, again, I don't mind. She could've fuckin' joined me..."

He put his journal back in his luggage as he got out of bed, having slept in his boxers in his grandmother's guest bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed thinking about her, her playful and exploratory honesty, her comfortable nature with intimacy, her biting her bottom lip staring directly at his bold masturbatory show... and, just like that, his cock woke up, half hard in hardly a moment's time. He grinned, actually looking forward to any opportunity she might provide him to explore their boundaries today.

It was at that moment she came knocking on his door, "You awake in there? Coming in..."

He quickly pulled a corner of the comforter over his lap. "Yeah, awake, come on in Gran!" She walked in wearing an exercise outfit, yoga pants and a lime green spaghetti strap.

"Mornin' handsome! Got some coffee brewing for us, and there's an assortment of muffins available on the counter. I know that maple crumb is one of your favorites right?" She noticed the comforter corner's positioning and cracked a smile, "Are we hiding something under there?" She laughed. "Like I didn't just see it yesterday? Your modesty is persistent, young man." She winked at him.

He laughed embarrassingly, "I suppose you're right, it's just, kind of my initial reaction. Hard to change it, you know?" He wondered if he should just immediately discard the sheet or wait until she left.

"Well, I know something's hard, and it's not so big a modesty issue that it needs to hide from the world!" She smiled and winked at him, holding out her right hand. "Come on, let's go have a muffin and some coffee."

He held her hand and stood up, letting the comforter fall away to reveal a fully erect tent in his boxers. She boldly reached forward and gripped his shaft through the material. He sharply inhaled, his chest slightly rising, as she released his firm cock and smiled, "You've got a nice cock, honey. I like it." She winked and laughed, releasing his hand and exiting for the kitchen. He cracked a smile and exhaled, staring at her ass in those yoga pants as she walked out. She left yelling down the hall, "Wear pants if you want, but I could care less!"

He smiled and shrugged, having just picked up his pants. He looked at them, laughed, thought to himself, "Fuck it man, she's being pretty bold here, Gran or not, she wants to have fun... So, alright, let's do this." He dropped the pants and exited anyway, wearing only his boxers with cock clearly at full attention, threatening to pop right through the buttoned opening in the material.

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He walked in to the kitchen just as she was bending over to grab the coffee creamer from the bottom shelf of the fridge. He was catching her bold fever, and whistled when he saw, "Lookin' real fine, Gran!" He laughed, she turned around blushing, smiling wide with creamer in hand as they met at the coffee pot.

She laughed too, reached around and squeezed his left ass cheek, "Thank you, handsome." She winked before pouring her coffee. He grinned, having not been sure how his boldness would be received.

They sat in the living room next to each other on the couch, coffee sipped occasionally as the news droned on. Her yoga mat and various feminine exercise equipment laid about the floor in front of the television. She definitely spent these later years keeping in shape, it was admirable, and the results were worth checking out.

She rotated the upper half of her body towards him, left arm up on the back of the couch. She crossed her legs toward him and smiled, "So..." she trailed off as he turned to pay attention. He held his coffee mug in his left hand, feeling free to rest his right hand on her upper thigh. His cock wasn't fully erect, but definitely not flaccid and ready to grow at a moment's touch.

He was still very aware that he was in his boxers next to his very open-minded grandmother, and thoughts swirled about in his head every time he focused on himself, taboo scenarios of fantastic pleasure. He repeated with a smile, "So..."

She reached down and tugged at the bottom hem of his boxers, "I'm proud of you, loosening up, wearing very little around me. It's like old times, when you were a kid just runnin' stark nude around my house, flying little toy planes into the fake trees." He laughed, remembering the exact moment.

"Yeah, that was after my bath, you were in the kitchen making lunch, right?" He smiled, watching her hand tug at his boxers. He spread his legs a little, his right leg inching slightly closer to her. She started to softly trace her fingernails up and down his upper thigh again, from above the knee to right under the boxer leg, before his hip, to the point that as her hand traced upward, his cock would nearly poke out of the material by the leg. She definitely noticed, and he definitely didn't mind. His cock began to grow again at the attention, stiffening quickly, his head poking clearly out of the material.

She leaned in and kissed his right shoulder, "I'm very glad you're opening up, honey. I plan on us having a lot of fun this visit, believe me." She smiled at him, he smiled but kept watching her hand softly caressing up and down his leg, steadily exposing more of his cock.

He looked up at her, smiling, "So far, Gran, I couldn't be happier I came. You make me feel incredible."

She giggled, moving her right hand to his bicep and giving him a brief squeeze, "I'm glad too, but I don't think the past tense is appropriate yet, I believe the correct phrase is 'come', and of that you haven't quite yet." She giggled, waiting for him to get her little joke.

He paused, grinning, "Wait, what?" confused as she took the opportunity to slip her hand further into his boxers, grabbing a hold of his hard cock and brazenly stroking as she pleased, her soft caring hand caressing his shaft up and down slowly, gently... She bit her bottom lip in excitement as he sharply inhaled, his back arching slightly, hips jutting slightly forward, "Oh wow... Gran? You're alright with this?" He looked over, grinning widely but apprehensive.

"I'm much more than alright with this, handsome..." She grinned back at him as she leaned down, her hand pulling at his cock as her lips gently kissed his swollen head. He lifted his hips up and as if on cue Gran pulled his boxers off to the floor. His cock stood straight up, hard as hell, her hand back at his shaft stroking slowly, appreciating it's girth, it's masculine vein, she circled her fingers around the rim of his head, he moaned at the sensation, head tilted back. She smiled at his pleasure and leaned down again, kissing his head before wrapping her lips around his cock, swirling her tongue around his head as she moved her lips farther down.

She began bobbing her head as he moaned loudly, "Oh god, Gran, oh god yes..." His cock started to throb at the intense pleasure, Gran's pace quickening and slowing as she pleased, deep-throating his cock before sliding back up to softly pleasure his head. "I'm going to cum Gran, oh god I'm goin' to cum..." She could feel his cock throbbing intensely as she gripped the base and wrapped her lips tightly around the head, milking every large wave of warm cum into her throat until his whole body exhaled. She kept slowly stroking, sticking her tongue out and licking every final drop from the head of his cock.

With a semblance of class, she lovingly gripped his pleasured, still-stiff cock with her left hand and grabbed her coffee with her right hand, sipping enough to swish the cum from her mouth. She looked at him, her eyes even smiled as he sat still, body exhaled, grinning widely with his right hand still resting on her left upper thigh. She leaned in and kissed his right shoulder again, whispering, "Now you've came, and it tasted great young man."

To be continued.