Kevin's Story

If I told you at 30 years old I was living with my 65 year old Grandmother you would most likely think I was some kind if loser. However nothing could be further from the truth. Life was a little in convenient but it was going great despite some setbacks early on. In 2002 at the age of 17 I enlisted in the Army right after graduating from high school. At first my parents were against it but they knew if they didn't sign the paperwork I would be going in a few months as soon as I turned 18 but then I would be angry. So off I went, a tour in Afghanistan went by, it changed me and I grew up, at 19 I wanted to get married and came home to the love of my life. I told her I loved her and wanted to marry her but I was a soldier and I wasn't going to quit doing that.

She agreed and a week before I was supposed to go back to my unit we got married. She did a great job as the new wife of a soldier. She supported me at home and when I deployed again twice more. Iraq this time, more near misses but I came back when some I knew did not. They say the third time is a charm, for bad luck, we not as bad as for others. An IED blew up the truck in front of us and knocked our Hum-Vee off the road onto its side, shattering my leg in the process. I had just finished my 6th year in the Army and had reenlisted, now a staff sergeant my future as a soldier was in doubt.

Some decent surgeons and physical therapist put me back together and even got me where I could remain on active duty. But not to what I was doing before, I was given a few choices of career paths but not back to my unit and the job I had joined to do. It was "strongly recommended" that go into recruiting. It wasn't as easy of a job as it was after 911, the fighting had been going on for awhile and parents were wary of sending their children off to war. With my chest full of I was there ribbons I was supposed to let them know it was alright to do so. I never did, although I did well as recruiter. I did well because I worked my ass off never taking advantage of recruits or their families. I would help recruits find ways to improve their test scores in order to find better career choices or get bigger bonuses. I made sure everyone involved knew the ins and outs and that there would be no surprise if they failed to do what was expected off them.

For every recruit or family I treated well it lead me to another or two more recruits. We had quota's to fill, not they wanted them called that. I filled them and then some. I had made E-7 and now being groomed for E-8. The only bad news was it required a move to the units headquarters. Being an Army family moves shouldn't have been given a thought but to be truthful we had gotten soft. Recruiting had spoiled us. We were in the same place for a long time and the town we lived in was quiet, nice, with outstanding schools and community. The headquarters was in a larger city and the schools weren't as nice. The good thing was the location was in a comfortable commuting distance to our hometown. We were 3 hours from our parents now and with that we could be minutes away. We made our decision and let our families know over that thanksgiving holiday.

Our families were disappointed but an unusual activity presented itself during that time. I had originally planned on asking my parents if I could move in to the room over the garage. It was being used for storage now but with a little work it could be livable. My grandmother getting a scare changed those plans. Grandma lived alone in an older part of town since Grandpa passed away 2 years ago. He was 10 years older than Grandma, whispers said he had to marry her to prevent a statutory rape charge when he got her pregnant at 16. But now she was alone in the big two story Victorian house. It wasn't a bad part of town, but it was getting there, the week before thanksgiving Grandma came out of her bedroom to find to punks had pried open her back door and were standing in her kitchen. Surprised they fortunately took off the way they came as Grandma let out a yell. So the talk when we got there was about Grandma moving in with one person or the other. An idea she wanted no part of. When we decided I would take the position and travel home on the weekends and holidays it was then decided by others that I should move in with Grandma. The look I saw on Grandma's face told it all. She was offended and did not want to give up her independence.

Thinking about it, it made sense for me. Grandma had a big house with two floors and she lived on the main floor. The master bedroom and her bathroom were there. Her second floor was never used and it had 3 bedrooms and a bath of its own. It was also closer to work and had off street parking. After dinner when I saw Grandma working off her frustrations by drying the pile of dishes I grabbed a towel and joined her. After a few minutes of silence I let it slip out that if she would let me move in it would help me out immensely, I mentioned her unused second floor and how it was closer to work than Mom and Dad's garage. I also winked and told her I could keep a secret and any gentlemen callers that came by would be our secret. At that she blushed and mentioned that she didn't have any gentlemen callers or any callers at her age. After a few minutes of drying and actual thought she agreed and we hugged in agreement.

A few weeks later I was moved in with Grandma, not that I had that much to move just some clothes, my laptop and few other odds and ends. The planned weekends home began to become less frequent due to work and winter weather. So I would find myself alone on most weekends. I busied myself during the day with little things that needed done around the house. But at nights I have to admit I found myself missing my wife. During deployments it was easier, because I was busy and stress drove a lot of that away. But the last few years we had worked out a system so we could both fuck and make love. Massaging schedules, finding time when kids were away or at school to take time for each other. So I was missing all that.

A few times we had manage to face-time and get each other off but it was really awkward. That and the fact that taking care of kids by herself was taking its toll as well. When she was in bed she wanted to sleep. Fortunately for me I had some help. When I was deployed my wife made me different video's on encrypted thumb drives of her in various sexual escapades, alone I might add. Well the last 3 I got there was somebody working the camera, it wasn't fixed in place like before. I was going to bring that up when I got my leg broke. Later on while recovering at home I had found the files on her computer, all the videos she had made in a folder and a few more in another. Only this time it wasn't my wife, it was our then neighbor Cathy in what I thought was her bedroom. I copied all the files onto now a single thumb drive. So I figured it out that Cathy and my wife were helping each other out. I have to admit the thought of my blonde buxom wife and the tall redhead actually helping each other out more was than enough to bring me to a hard on even with the ache in my leg and the pain killers. So I had those files to get me going on the weekends when I couldn't get home.

I would make sure that Grandma was in bed and I would shut my door before firing up the laptop, sitting naked at the small desk in my room and watching the videos of my wife to masturbate slowly to a large orgasm. Often I would watch 3 or four of them to slowly build up to climax. A few times as I sat there panting and feeling total release I thought would hear a pop or creak of floorboards outside my door. Of course in the old house it was nothing to hear creaks and pops throughout the house.

In March it had warmed up enough for me to prop open my windows and enjoy the breeze that Friday night. The week before I had been flirting with my wife and planning on getting home to bounce her head of the headboard of the bed after months of missed opportunities. Except on Thursday I get called into the CO's office to tell me one of the local recruiters had planned a major recruiting event Saturday afternoon but now was at the hospital with his birthing wife. So I had to stay and make sure it went well. To say I was disappointed was a major understatement.

I heard the water running as Grandma took her nighttime shower. She showered at night and then went to bed. I surfed the web and waited until about 45 minutes after the water stopped to make sure Grandma was in bed asleep before starting up the movies. I had the file of the Cathy videos but I had a hard time watching them without feeling like I was cheating on my wife so I watched the ones with Chelsea instead. After the second one where she was talking dirty while she was bend over in front of the camera fingering her puffy blonde haired pussy from underneath, I wanted to hear her voice live. Muting the video I called her on the phone hoping for a little live phone sex. When she answered I apologized once again for not being able to make it. As spoiled as we had become she was an Army wife and was flexible. A little more small talk and then some flirting she had started it off without prompting.

"Well I didn't want to let that little black negligee I bought to go to waste, so I am wearing it now." Almost whispering she added "I had to wait for the kids to go off to their sleep overs and so they couldn't see me in it, it is so short the my pussy lips peak out the bottom and I am not wearing any panties."

BRRRRRRRNNGGGGGG echoed into her cellphone and into my ear. It was the house phone.

My wife grunted out Arrggghhhh.

I could hear her in the back ground talking to someone who I assumed was a parent where one of the kids were staying over.

In a few minutes she sighed and picked up her cellphone almost crying as she said, "I have to go pick up your son, who is throwing up and running a fever at the neighbors!"

With that she clicked off and left me holding my cellphone in one hand and my now deflating penis in the other. Sighing, I leaned back in the chair tossing the phone onto the desk. For the first time I heard the rumble in the distance. I had read online that a line of thunderstorms were coming through the area.

Turning back to the video's I stroked again, My favorite video was one where my wife had shaved her pussy for the first time. She was kneeling naked in front of the camera and began by leaning forward while holding her breasts in her hands. She would alternate between stroking her nipples with saliva moistened fingers or bringing one to her mouth and sucking while letting it slip out with a small pop.

She then stoked her fingers down her skin leaning backward slowly exposing more of her body until she splayed her kneeled thighs and showed her now naked pussy. Now stroking and pinching her pussy lips and eventually her clit with he left hand she stroked held her breast wrapped in her right arm, using her right had to play with her nipples. As she got closer her fingers bore in on her clit rubbing in faster circles. I tried to catch up with her and climax as she did but I didn't make it. The video ended with her coming and jerking in spasms before collapsing back in a heap. Frustrated and now in a blood lust I barely noticed the closing booms of thunder or the growing flashes if lighting.

The desk sat between my bed and the bedroom door and anyone looking in the bedroom from the hallway would have seen me lit up from the computer screen in full profile with trembling thighs, pulsing cock, and sliding fist, if it wasn't for the door being closed. I had replayed the video and now as it was coming to the point where my wife pushing her tits and pumping her pussy toward the camera as her fingers played with her clit and tits and felt the stirrings behind my balls as my climax began to spark.

At the same time the wall of thunderstorms passed over the house pushing an invisible wall of wind in front of it, through the windows on the far side of the house, pushing it through toward the path of least resistance which were my open windows. The only ones opened on this side of the house. As the wind pushed around the door the old latch came loose pushing it open with a whoosh. As I jerked my head to the side to see what it I was, I saw her. In first the pale light of the laptop screen and then in the bright white flashes of lightening , my grandmother was visible kneeling on the floor in front of my door, her head bent forward as if she was still looking through the key hole of the antique door. More surprising was that her thin sleeping robe was opened down the from exposing her nude body. Her pussy wasn't visible because her left hand was buried in her snatch her fingers making circular rubbing motions. Her right hand held her left breast and the fingers pinched her nipple. She was almost mirroring my wife in the video. As I lept up stepping toward her she leaned back pushing her sagging breasts up. She wasn't leaning back in pleasure she was leaning back in fear.

As I walked toward her I was still pulling my cock milking the growing orgasm in my balls. About the third step toward her I came in a large wide arc but not quite enough force to land on the rolling tits I was looking it. I feel a little short and the first wad fell onto her hand that was rubbing her cunt. She jerked her hand as the hot cum fell onto her hand, another spurt as I jerked toward her fell on her belly roll, then another as moved closer fell on the nipple of her left breast. Between shots I saw her cum covered hand was rubbing the cream into her pussy and her teeth bit into her lip as she shook and them came. I walked forward as she shook until I was standing over her reclined body letting my draining cock drool over her chest. She shook with her hand in her cunt and her fingers pinched her nipple while she came.

Her climax over Grandma slumped forward dropping her head in shame over spying on her grandson and then climaxing when is hot cum slopped on her.

I stood over her panting my cock still in my hand and my eyes still on her cum covered heaving tits and I caught my own breath. Reaching down with my other hand I pulled her chin up making her face visible in the light. She refused to look at me, keeping her eyes closed. I leaned in and ran my slimy cock across her cheek above her lips. She tried to pull away but I held her head firm. I pushed my semi hard cock across her face again, this time across her lips. Again she pulled slightly but I held firm. As I pushed across her lips again her mouth opened slightly letting the head of my cock push through. She held her mouth slightly open while I sawed the head in and out letting the slime on my cock mix with her spit. My cock hardened rapidly and pushed itself deeper into her mouth.

Sighing though her nose and around my cock she closed her mouth and suckled at the growing member. I don't think she has done this in awhile if ever from the baseness of her technique. She suckled like it was a teat nothing more. Being it was grandmother and watching her began the rub her hidden pussy was all it took, even though I had just come I felt another one growing. I began moving in and out slightly as she suckled putting friction from her tongue on the bottom of my cock and the most sensitive spot. Thinking it only fair I warn her I softly told her I was coming. I don't know if she didn't hear or was just lost in her own chase for an orgasm but as I shot the first bit out she pulled back off my cock letting it popped from her mouth causing to last two spurts to hit her on the cheek yet unspoiled by my come.

Reaching up Grandma felt my come on her face and then traced it down her body. Looking defeated she kneeled forward, forehead on the floor before starting to cry. Looking down at her submissive stance and the curve of a still somewhat firm and round ass had me thinking of round three. Instead I stepped over her and across the hall into the bathroom before coming back with a warm wet cloth. I took her by the arm and stood her up leading her over to the bed and sitting her down. I began with her face wiping the tears and cum from her before sliding it down over her breasts. She gasped as I wiper her nipple clean and tensed as I slid the cloth down her sodden belly toward her cunt. Now visible the gray hair looked blue in the light of the computer, the storm now raced far enough past not to provide viewable light. I could see where her fingers had mixed the cum matting the hairs together. Reaching up she wanted to take the cloth from my hands and wipe her Grandsons cum from her once spasming cunt.

I stopped her, saying "Leave it!"

She looked up at me shocked instead of ashamed and giving me time to pull the bed clothing aside pushing her down on the bed and under the covers I pushed her over sliding in beside her. She turned her back to me which she soon realized was a mistake when I spooned next to her sliding my cock between her ass cheeks. I slid one arm underneath her cradling her breasts and seeking her nipples with the fingers of that hand while the other slid over her hip diving between her legs, through the matted hair and in between the wet lips to find her clit.

She jumped whispering, "Stop"

I didn't instead I rubbed both softly was whispering in her ear, "Why stop now, did you stop when you were kneeling in the hallway masturbating like a common whore while you watched your Grandson fantasize about his wife?"

Turning her head into the pillow gave me opportunity to kiss long her neck and shoulders while rubbed her nipples and clit. It was a simple assault on already sensitized area and soon despite her objections her body was reacting to what I was doing. Her hips picked up the rhythm of my fingers moving her ass in tiny circles matching my speed. That in turn rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks making it harden and drool once again.

In a few minutes she was soaked front and back as her pussy gushed and my cock drooled into her ass crack. Kissing my way down to her shoulders I dropped my hips below the level of her ass and slid upward between her ass and legs toward her dripping cunt.

As I knocked to enter Grandma tensed moaning "We can't?"

I hissed in her ear, "Can't what?"

Looking over her shoulder at me she whispered. You can't put it in me, it's incest?"

I hissed again, "Put what in you, put my sperm filled cum in your cunt, you already did that, put my coming cock in your mouth, you did that as well.."

Continuing I added "Tell me Grandmother, what is it I can't put in you?"

Whimpering now she said, "Your thing, you can't put inside me."

Now snarling I went on, "Apparently you don't listen, my thing, my cock has already been inside your mouth, where its going now is only the next steep and from the wetness I feel on my fingers you want it."

With that I slid up and with the help of my fingers I found the opening to her hole. Even as wet as it was it was still snug.

As the head popped in she put her hand back on my hip and asked softly, "Go slow please, it's been 5 years."

So slow it was I worked it in a little bit at a time. Between grunts and moans Grandma began to respond to the sawing and my fingers on her clit. When I was about a third of the way in I came, even after coming twice before. I felt the ropes leave my cock sopping her insides making headway a little easier. I stopped moving halfway in because I got to sensitive but I kept rubbing her clit and tits. As I softened a little Grandma let out a moan of disappointment. The sensitivity over I began stroking the cock left outside forcing blood back up in there and soon I was at it again.

Sawing in and out soon had Grandma's hips were flexing to meet my thrusts and I was all the way in. Grandma's fingers joined mine on her clit and I followed her lead as we worked up to another climax. When she came again I pulled my hand from her clit leaving her fingers dancing in the wetness. I pushed her over onto her stomach trapping her hands under her and following her with my cock staying in her cunt. I reached under her arm pits wrapping my arms back over her shoulders pulling her into my cock as I drove forward. Grandma raised her hips to meet my thrusts as I pounded her. This times her moans switched to howls as I pummeled her. I had come so many times before that I would not be be able to come without some real friction. Grandma came again, then once more this time she turned her head to the side biting my forearm. Five more thrusts and I came too, with me biting her shoulder marking her like a male dog marks a bitch in heat. We both feel asleep from exhaustion with me on top of her and my cock still twitching in her sloppy cunt.