Grandmother and Favorite Grandson Ch. 01

I scratched my eyes lazily; staring at such a bright computer screen for so long got them really dry.

I'm staying at my grandparent's house for the majority of the evening. I had been out with a few friends early in the afternoon, only to arrive home to a locked house. I didn't think it proper to call up my friend and ask him to turn back and pick me up. No, without any house keys I'd either stay out here for an unknown amount of time or simply walk over to my nearest relatives. My grandparents only lived a half-block away, so I didn't hesitate.

My grandmother was home, like she is every Saturday. Apparently my parents, grandfather and uncle all went out to some club opening downtown and won't be back until the midnight hours.

She didn't mind letting me in. She wouldn't. My entire life, she always seemed to spoil me. When I was quite young, my parents encouraged it (maybe because my parents were quite young themselves), but when I reached age nine or so they began to resent me for it. I could understand why, though, since my grandmother never really gave the same amount of attention to my younger brothers or to my cousins, but I didn't want her to stop treating me more special.

When I reached my teens, she began getting a little older, but a lot more active in my life. She rose to nearly top position at her job as a researcher and gave me my first job. All I did really was weigh chicken food and collect eggs along with college students, but it was very good pay. Plus, the two of us got to spend a lot of time together.

I wouldn't say that she's the most understanding person I know. I would probably say that my best friend or my mother fits that category. But my grandmother... I'd certainly say that I've told her some really personal things. She and I share a totally different family bond, and I think we've had it for a long time.

But here I am, eighteen years old, nearly graduating high school, sitting on my grandmothers computer checking Facebook and filling up time. She was upstairs, probably cooking something for supper. She herself was now around sixty-six years old.

I was quite bored. After a couple of hours surfing the internet I could find no more interesting things to do. For a moment, I forgot where I was and thought about searching for more adult-themed things on the web. But I realized abruptly that I should just stick to doing that on my laptop at home.

But the idea was etched in my mind, and it made me yearn. I had enough self control not to use my grandmother's computer, but not to contain myself. I quickly exited the room into the hallway, then moved to the opposite side and entered the guest bedroom.

Shutting the door behind me, I recalled other occasions where I had masturbated in this same room. This is often the room I choose to sleep in should I have to stay here for the night or when I drink a little too much at family get-togethers.

I leaped face-up onto the bed and leaned my legs off the end. To get myself a little hornier, I closed my eyes and began to play a fantasy in my head.

I pictured a mature, average-looking woman sitting vulnerable in a fancy bedroom. She smiled mischievously as I approached her, and as I neared her she hid playfully underneath the scarlet sheets.

Suddenly, through my thoughts, I heard my grandmother call my name from upstairs. But, in my head it seemed to come from the bed. And I chased the call through the silky cloth until I found her.

But that woman was no longer the one I imagined. She had become my grandmother.

I opened my eyes and sat up, disgusted with myself. How could I think of my grandmother like that? It was an incredibly awkward thought.

But then I realized how hard my cock was. At first I was confused; I don't think I even pictured my grandmother naked. I knew it was because of her I had it, but...

At that point, I wanted to feel even more disgusted, but instead I did something that surprised even me. I instead undid my jeans, and rolled them along with my boxers to my knees.

My cock, fully erect, sprung up instantaneously. I instinctively wrapped my right hand around my shaft, and began stoking, very slowly.

I decided to place the images of my fantasy back into my mind. But this time I delved deeper, curious as to where they'd lead.

I thought about what I'd hear her say in that situation. I heard her compliment my body, felt her feel me. All the while I simply stared into her lustful eyes as she scanned me.

In reality I groaned mildly, getting a little more excited.

I pictured my grandmother undressing. I realized my thoughts were very made-up since I never have seen my grandmother naked. But I new she had quite a young-looking body for her age. She wore shorts a lot, so I knew she had very smooth legs. She didn't have that many wrinkles on her hands and even less on her face. Her hair was still pitch black as it always had been.

I felt myself twitch somewhat, and then I heard her voice again.

Both out loud and in my head I grunted, "Oh, Nana." Nana is what I've called her ever since I was a child.

Suddenly, I heard the door of the room open, and I heard her familiar voice say, "Honey? Are you hear, because I've been trying-"

She stopped dead in her tracks.

It literally pained me to realize the situation I was now in. I have had nightmares in the past of my brothers walking in on me at home, let alone my grandmother walking in on me in her home.

Not to mention, I was hunched as if I was in mild ecstasy, which I had been, but that was long gone. I quickly straightened and pulled some of the rough-feeling bed sheets over top of my bare waist.

I honestly expected her to throw up, or at least yell out loud. What she did do, however, was simply look away quickly, stand still for a moment, and then leave.

I simply stayed sitting there, contemplating whether I should apologize to her.

***

After about ten minutes, I decided the best thing to do would be to confront her and explain myself.

I slowly made my way up the stairs and into the kitchen. My grandmother simply paced around the kitchen, chopping vegetables, checking pots, putting dishes away and other things someone could do in a kitchen.

I stood at the bar near the kitchen entrance, simply watching her move about. She knew I was there, so I waited for her to do something.

After a moment of nothing, I impatiently said, "Hey, about that downstairs."

She stopped moving, but didn't look at me.

"Yeah," I paused. "Really sorry you had to see that." I began to blush. "I'm not really sure why I did that."

"No, no," she turned to me, smiling. Her casual expression scared me somewhat. "You know why, and I do too. You don't need to be sorry. If anything, I should be sorry for walking in and disturbing you."

I, speechless, just stood there rigid and then shrugged slightly.

She smiled wider. "You don't need to explain yourself."

"Okay," I said. I turned to walk away, but then she spoke again.

"I have a question."

"Uhh... Okay."

"Did you hear me coming while you were touching yourself?" Her expression remained constant through that whole sentence.

"Of course not!" I insisted. "I would've hid it a lot better if I had."

She made a confused look. "Then why did you say 'Oh, Nana' before I walked in?"

I winced, "What?"

"I heard you say that," she said. "It's how I knew you were in the guest room."

My heart began racing. She was on the verge of figuring out that I was thinking of her. There really was no real way I could get around this, either. At least, none that I could think of at the time.

"I..." I hesitated, unable to think of words. "Er..."

"Honey," she started.

I gulped. I could tell by the way she tilted her head slightly that she knew.

"You were thinking of me, weren't you?"

I chose to not respond. She walked slowly up to me, and gave me a hug. Surprised at this, I just hugged back.

She looked up at me, and said, "Honey, don't be embarrassed, everyone has done things like this sometimes in their life. Frankly, I'm flattered if you thought about me in that way."

"Really?" I asked her. "You're not awkward at all."

She shook her head kindly, "I'll never be awkward with you. You've always been my favorite grandson."

I grinned proudly. "Thanks, Nana. I like being your grandson."

Then, my grandmother noticed the slight tent in my pants, and looked up at me. I didn't realize at first what she was looking at, until she spoke.

"You didn't finish?"

My eyes widened slightly, and my mouth gaped. I asked her, "How could you think that I would finish after being walked in on?"

"Well," she stared at my crotch. "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

I backed away a step, "Well, yeah, I guess it's pretty uncomfortable. But Nana, I would be incredibly self-conscience about it, so I chose not to. And I don't think I will."

She sighed, and said, "The real me walking in disrupted the fantasy me, eh? I understand. I guess I just figured you finishing up would be the most expected thing."

I reassured her, "Please, Nana, the real you is quite better than the fantasy you anyways."

"Oh, James, you're always so nice to me. I really like that about you."

"Thanks." I smiled again.

She looked back up at me and smiled, too. But then, she asked me a strange question.

"Did you like picturing me naked?"

"What?"

Suddenly, she dragged me down towards her, and gave me a large kiss on the lips. No tongue or anything, just a subtle kiss. But when she let go, she asked again, "Did you like me?"

I answered in an honest whisper, "Yeah, I did."

"Sit down, Honey." She brought me to the couch in the living room not even two meters away.

"What do-" I tried to speak.

"Please." She interrupted me.

I sat down abruptly onto the center cushion, staring up at her. She bent down on her knees in front of me, and reached for the top of my jeans.

I asked nervously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm seeing what else you like."

She quickly, but smoothly, unfastened my jeans. I spread my legs apart to let her get closer as she began to tug. I lifted myself for a moment to allow her to remove them, and then my boxers. Seconds later, they were off and she placed them both on the floor next to her.

My entire waist-down was now exposed to my grandmother whom minutes before I had merely fantasized. Now, her hands were upon my throbbing dick.

I never in my life had seen my grandmother this way before. Her face was full of curiosity and lust, a combination that made her look like a completely different person to me.

When she first touched me, I took a deep breath, and so did she.

"James," she said. "You truly are a good looking man now. Only yesterday you were just a boy, and now look at you. I want to taste everything you have to offer."

I simply cocked my head backwards and made a soft moan as she slowly took the tip of my cock into her mouth.

As I took long, deep breaths, I felt her tongue lashing at the top of my shaft. As she let my cock delve deeper into her mouth she licked ferociously at it in all directions. She felt so warm and wet, it felt like heaven.

My thighs twitched as she began to take in even more of me. When I could penetrate no further, she began to bob her head up and down.

She held the base of my shaft still with her right hand as her speed steadily increased. As the twitches became fiercer, the pleasure began to become unbearable.

I moaned loudly as the bliss crept up again and again. The suckling noises coming from my grandmother were sounds that were almost hungry-sounding. My breathing became more erratic, and deeper.

On impulse, I reached out without moving my hips and grasped the hair on the back of her head, and I began to push her head for every downward motion she made. With that, my cock dove even deeper into my grandmother's throat, causing me to sit up abruptly and groan loudly.

I was now looking down at her as she continued suckling on me. I put my hands on her shoulders, and made myself close my eyes.

Every time my grandmother stroked my throbbing shaft with her lips and tongue she sent ecstasy through my body. I felt my leg and chest muscles spasm with every movement.

When I began feeling a mass of bliss building up in my crotch, I warned my grandmother in a panting voice.

"Nana... Nana, please... I'm going to cum soon, and-"

I couldn't finish the sentence; her pace had gotten too fast. I knew then that she wanted me to climax, she wanted to feel it and taste it.

I groaned loudly one last time before I felt myself reach it. She locked my cock into her mouth like a vacuum seal, pushing it all the way inside as far as it can go. She rested her lips onto my crotch and forced her wet tongue onto the base of my dick.

I felt this and tensed my abs and thighs, feeling my orgasm reaching. And with one, long, drag of unbelievably overwhelming pleasure I groaned ferociously and released my semen into my grandmothers mouth.

She used her tongue to direct all of her favorite grandson's creamy juices into the back of her throat, and I panted and panted as the pleasure seemed to drag on forever.

She sucked and swallowed every ounce of cum that I could offer her. When it was done, I could still feel her suckling gently on my cock.

I looked down at her, and said, "That was unbelievable."

She released my cock from her mouth, and rubbed it a bit with her hands, and replied, "It certainly was."

Afterwards, she simply told me to be ready for dinner in a moment, and that when I was done to watch TV until my parents finally get home.