Title: Grand Affair
Keywords: mF, mat, teen, cheat, inc, mom, son, grandma, rom
Author: Caesar
Summary: Grandmother grows together with her grandchild.





On day a Monterey daughter
Did scuba down under the water.
        She later turned up
        The mom of a pup,
And they say t'was a otter that gotter.
 

A Grand Affair

by Caesar, copyright 2004

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

My grandmother came to me that first night.

I had been caught twice earlier in the day, once looking up her skirt
at church of all places and then down her blouse to the abundant
cleavage.  That second time I saw a private smile where I had only
seen surprise the time before.

When I awoke, I saw the shadow pass through my door way, closing my
door silently behind it.  Then it came closer and I smelt grandmothers
distinctive perfume before I saw the short curly gray mass of hair and
the glint from her over-sized eye glasses to identify her.

Sitting up on my elbows as grandmother sat at the edge of my bed, she
shushed me as her hands moved to pull my blanket down to my bare feet.
Deftly those same hands pulled my pyjamas bottoms down over my penis
and balls.

I sat frozen, stunned, and watched as her warm hand encircled my soft
penis.

Grandma looked back and forth from her hand, pumping gently up and
down my adolescent penis, to my eyes.  When it was apparent that it
was not going to get hard, so shocked was I, that grandma leaned in
and whispered in a tiny squeaky voice, "Granny wants to make you happy
honey?"

Perhaps it was her words that brought me out of my inaction or perhaps
it was the gentle matronly kiss that followed - but my young penis
began to harden wonderfully in her hand.

Her kisses became more passionate, her lips widening and pressing into
my own urgently as her hand never paused.

It was the most important moment in my life - perhaps not the first
orgasm, but most certainly the first induced by another.  I was not
aware how long it took - but it had to have been but a few seconds,
certainly less than a minute.

My seed, that first blast, shot out the head of my circumcised penis
to dirty my pyjama top.  The following blasts coating the urgent
movements of my grandmothers hand.

Then it was over and as I had been since awakening, I was frozen
sitting up on my elbows watching my grandparent.  She retrieved a few
tissues from my bedside table and cleaned my pyjama top and then her
hand of the evidence of my orgasm.  When she discarded the tissue in
the garbage, she gently pulled my bottoms back up to my waist and then
pulled the blanket back to my chest.  The single kiss that followed
was chaste, like most of my grandparents kisses up to that night.

Again her whisper, "Will you keep this as our secret honey?"

Who would believe me?  Sounding like a croak to my own ears, "Yes
granny."

She smiled sweetly and retreated soundlessly from my room.

 -*-

Our affair started that day and would continue to fill my nights with
pleasure.

My mother's parents had moved in with us when I was ten - and was a
constant dispute between mom and dad.  They simply had no where else
to go and mother often said she felt responsible for them.  The
embarrassing arguments between my parents, and often with the rest of
us overhearing, would continue through my whole adolescence.

I was an innocent thirteen that first night - feeling like an unknown
new world had opened before me.  Perhaps it had.

Nearly each night my grandmother would leave her bed and her husband
to enter our little private world, my room.  That initial hand job was
but an introduction to the lust-filled world that I lived.

My young virginal and innocent ways would transform into a young man
comfortable and familiar with a woman's body.  Yes, even a woman the
age of my grandmother.

She was certainly no beauty, by any teenage standards at least.  With
a curly mop of gray hair that matched the hair between her legs
incidentally, she would never pass for middle age ever again.  Then
there was the wide round ass and huge hanging breasts - both tapering
to, if not thin, a waist the revealed her hourglass figure.  Her legs
were short but shapely, her ass never to be firm in her lifetime.  She
often wore these ugly round black frame eyeglasses, often leaving them
on as we had sex.

Grandmother was not ugly either.  Please do not think that!  In my
eyes she was lovely and was mine to enjoy.

And enjoy her I did.

It soon became apparent to my innocence that nothing would be
forbidden to me.  Hand jobs were followed by blow jobs, then with my
hands beneath her nightie or skirt while she blew me.  Then her
breasts were free as she bobbed her head up and down my cock, allowing
me to spray my seed upon her big white tits.  Then she was naked,
laying on my bed as I explored freely for hours - tasting and touching
every part of her body.  Vaginal sex came soon after that, then all
the wondrous positions with me inside her.  We sixty-nined and I
sprayed about every centimetre of her body with my ejaculate.  I moved
on to fucking her huge tits and then even to anal sex.

Grandma worked hard to stay silent through our encounters - biting and
screaming into my pillow frequently - though having my bedroom in the
basement helped.  Her hairy sex intrigued me, often becoming so wet
that it rolled down her fat thighs in small rivers of juice.

She told me again and again that she loved me, that she needed me,
needed my cock.  She began to use words that were so foreign from her
lips - cock, cunt, fuck.  She told me I was giving her more happiness
in our nights together than the rest of her life.

My grandpa is such an dick-head!

Anything I wished, any act, any time.  I began instigating encounters
outside the darkness of my bedroom - with the house empty, on a drive
in my mom's car and after I got a job, in a few hotel rooms.  She was
much more shy in the light of day - but she never denied me.

All this fucking left me more in tune with my studies, constantly
attaining honours in all my classes.  My family was proud of me, as it
looked as if I would be the first of us to go to University - my
grandmother showed me, frequently, how proud she was.

Life was perfect and I thought it would last forever.

So naive.

 -*-

The first thing that showed a crack in my pleasure-filled world was my
own mother.  Early in our affair I was worried how mother seemed to
stare at me out the corner of her eye, looking at me soberly and never
with a word explaining what was on her mind.  Years later I would
realize she knew, even back then, what her mother and I were doing in
private.

How did I come across this piece of knowledge?

I came across my mom stripping my soiled bed, not the first time of
course, right after my morning shower.  But she turned her head at my
entrance and handed me grandma's glasses - the ones she rarely ever
took off - "You better give these back to your grandmother when she
wakes."  Grandma usually slept late each morning, and I thought I was
the only one who knew why.  Mom turned away and that was it.

I knew she knew I knew.

The next thing that messed up my world was when my grandfather died.

It wasn't the death that did it, it was the fact that grandmother
seemed to care less.  I was fifteen and I cried at the funeral - my
sole remaining grandparent didn't.  She wore black of course, but she
came to me that night showing me that the black nylons she had worn to
the funeral were in fact thigh high stockings.  She fucked me like a
demon that night, sucking my balls dry.  Mother watched her mom after
that with something akin to hate - even having little energy to fight
the verbal battles with dad.

 -*-

I slowly grew into a man - taller and wider than my father, a deep
voice and a thick proud cock.

Grandmother was never happier and showed it.  I was her favourite
grandchild she would tell everyone, hanging off my arm, my two sisters
shaking their heads confused, my mother looking disgusted.

If there had been enough money, mom would have moved grandma to a
nursing home, but could not.

I worked on weekends at various jobs and saved up to buy a small very
old car that was a few tire lengths away from car-heaven.  I willingly
chauffeured my grandmother around town - sometimes it being just an
excuse to get a blow job, hand job or even a quick fuck in the back
seat.

She smiled as if she had just discovered the act, having no problems
with telling anyone that she was happier now than any other time in
her life.  In private she would tell me that her happiness was because
of me, because of my cock and how we made her feel.

Those were certainly the good fuck years - the more experimental
years.  We tried anal sex for the first time, and discovering
pleasantly that she loved it, did it at least weekly thereafter.  Even
once, upon surprising me in the shower after the family left the house
one Saturday morning, I even had her kneel before me as I urinated
upon her chest and then her face.  She loved it but we never had a
chance to do it again - it being too messy to do outside of the tub.

Can you see where this is going - that life is never forever?  Are you
laughing at me and calling me a naive fool?

 -*-

Grandmother died in her sleep sometime after a night of particular
energetic and, on my part, aggressive sex.

I was devastated and the weeks following were like a fog.  She was
laid to rest next to grandpa, though I knew she would not have wanted
that.

My school work suffered, I lost my two part time jobs I had.  Father
yelled at me to get over it - she was an old woman and nothing but a
wart on his pocket book.  I screamed at him for the first time in our
lives and he retreated shocked at my verbal attack.  My sisters
distanced themselves from me and I lost what few friends I had.

My world was shattered - the love of my life gone.

 -*-

The only one who could possibly have a chance at knowing what I was
going through was my mother - she who had probably known from the
start, the affair I had with my grandparent, her mom, but had stayed
silent.

The weeks went by and I had to drop out of the final semester of high
school - though I was invited back the following year, I could care
less when told.  I simply lay in the basement, staring with
tear-filled-eyes at the ceiling, remembering the many moments of our
pleasure together.

She came to me in one of those moments - the time of day immaterial to
me in that state.

One moment I lay in misery alone and the next I saw mother standing by
my bed pushing the cotton housecoat from her shoulders, leaving her
standing naked by my bed.

Mom, as grandmother had done that first time, stripped the blankets
down my body and exposed my penis from my boxer shorts.  As if it were
a dream, I watched as she used her mouth to bring it to hardness
before deftly climbing up and lowering herself upon me.

With her ass moving slowly up and down, her hands holding my chest for
balance and her eyes looking into my own, something slowly awoke
within me.  Something that had died with grandma.

Mother never showed it, but I knew that she was aware of my slow
reawakening - feeling it through our joining.

Her sex, so alike her mothers, was deliciously hot and wet - our
bodies making luscious sounds with every movement.

I watched her without moving, watching her as my mother allowed the
passion to rise within her, knowing that the dam of my grief had been
cracked asunder.  Mother moaned and gasped in pleasure, her eyes no
longer able to hold my own clenched tightly shut.

Her lips moved silently and her eyes would snap open to stare into my
own with lust, love and astonishment.  Was she thinking of her mother,
how frequently my cock had given her pleasure?

And pleasure was what mother was enjoying, her whole body reacting as
grandma's would have.  The way her skin shinned with sweat, the way
she seemed to have trouble getting enough air through her mouth, the
hard wrinkled nipples bouncing wildly upon her generous chest and even
the little ways she moved her ass in a circle even as she thrust it
anxiously up and down.

Mother orgasmed upon me with a loud sigh and hiss, her sex moving like
fingers upon my still hard penis.  She twitched and grunted as waves
of pleasure shot through her - just as they did to her mom.

Her body seemed to loose control of itself, at the end of her
twitching muscles, and she collapsed upon me, her face hidden in my
neck.

I could hear her gasping, "Oh god... oh god...!"  Again and again.

My hands moved for the first time in our encounter, reaching out to
grasp her round ass - finding it firmer than her parent but nearly as
full.  She changed her tune then, "Thank you my love!"

Feeling rather unappreciative, I asked, "Why mom?"

She rose upon quivering limbs so as to look down into my face, "Don't
you know?"

I shook my head negatively.

Mother smiled sweetly and revealed, "I needed that pleasure that you
gave to your grandmother."

Something in those words broke the dam wide and I exploded in tears.

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