Title: Grandma Sent Me
Keywords: mF, cheat, mat, teen, inc, grandma, son, mom, mdom, nc
Author: Caesar
Summary: Taking grandmas advice, he forces himself upon his mother.





There was a young lady named Brent
With a cunt of enormous extent,
        And so deep and so wide,
        The acoustics inside
Were so good you could hear when you spent.

 

Grandma Sent Me

by Caesar, copyright 2006

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

Grandma's eyes seemed to twinkle as she slowly held up her hand to
stop any response from me, "Now before you answer me David, I think
you should know a few things first."

My head was dizzy, my face hot with shame.  To be questioned about
ones experiences, sexual knowledge, by ones own grandparent has to be
the most embarrassing thing of my life.  While to be asked that
question was nearly too much - I was thankful she had not wanted an
answer, had stopped whatever nonsense I was about to spout.

"Our family... yours... has not been as noble as it appears."  Her
aged wrinkled hand dropped to seek an apple from the bowl on the
coffee table between us.  Almost absentminded she continued, "It
started when my father began to come to my bed."

Whatever shame-filled selfish emotions I had been feeling earlier
disintegrated at that simple but impossible statement.  My eyes again
looked upon my frail grandparent in interested disbelief.  Had I heard
correctly?

"You can close your mouth dear - I assure you that is but the start of
my tale."

My lips smacked shut and I starred into my grandmothers eyes.

"Our family is truly shameless David.  My father began to come to my
bed when I started to sprout hair between my legs.  He was my first
and unfortunately he was not gentle but I loved him so very much."
She nodded towards the fruit bowl between us, "Would you like an apple
dear - they are organic?"

I shock my head to clear the cobwebs from my mind, "No thank you
grandma."

She smiled to herself, "So polite.  Not like your great grandfather I
assure you.  Since we lived on a farm with no one for miles, father
did not feel it necessary to hide our... encounters."  The apple in
her hand returned to whence it came.  "How mother hated me!  Father
liked for me to come into their bed and mother would watch us - silent
as women were back then.  And if he was particular any given day he
would have sex with my mother before having me come into their bed, to
'clean' him he would say."

Grandma chuckled momentarily her eyes far away, probably remembering.
Yet I said not a word, my fast beating heart probably loud enough
regardless, so as not to stop this discourse.  I had never once
considered my grandmother, or any of the generations before me, as
sexual entities - and now with this revelation, I was shocked as well
as enthralled.

"We never 'made love' you must understand - father always 'fucked'.
He worked hard on the farm and then at night we fucked...hard - in any
room or in any way he wished."  It was my first time hearing her say
that word, possibly the first older woman I had ever heard say it and
it was more than a little shocking.  Silly really, considering the
things she was revealing.

Grandma stood up suddenly and I thought her shocking revelations at an
end.  But she walked slowly around on her nylon covered feet and stood
behind my chair, her hands gently laying upon my shoulders.  Her voice
was now almost in my ear, the softness of her huge bosoms against the
back of my head and shoulders.  "He chose my husband - a weak and
guilt-ridden man to marry.  A fool really - a parish preacher as you
well know.  But father did it so he could have me even then and my
husband, the fool that he was, would not say a word.  And I never
denied him - oh no - men in our family were never to be denied!  That
was rule number one."

A hand slipped from my shoulder up to my hair, stroking me gently,
maddeningly.  I felt myself tremble uncontrollably - once - before I
took a deep breath to regain myself.

"My father had me bring my daughter to his bed - my mother watching in
disgust, me tenderly assuring her...!  Your mother had as little
choice in the matter as I had."

I felt ready to faint.  Grandmother's revelations about herself were
one thing - but to include my mother was.... unthinkable!  It pushed
this strange tale from the aether into the real, where my own parent
became a prime actor in this twisted play.

"As father became older he became more imaginative - our nights just
as busy as they have always been.  My daughter and I became lovers.
Do you find that despicable David?"

The pause told me she was waiting for an answer, her hand pausing at
pawing my hair.  I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

After the lengthy silence she again took up the reigns, "Or perhaps it
excites you?"  A short chuckle, as she knew the answer already.  My
face was again burning knowing it to be true.

"My father enjoyed all three of us", my mother, my grandmother and
even her mother, "at his whim until the day he died.  I cried the
hardest that day.  Do you know that I still light a candle for him on
his birthday?"  I never knew my great grandfather - but mother kept a
picture of him in several of the rooms of our house.  Once I asked
about the stern looking man in the photo as a child and she gently
told me who he was - but obviously she never said what he was!

This had to be true right?  This was my grandmother - the woman never
lied to me about anything in my whole life!  But the truth was so
fantastical!

Then lips gently kissed the top of my head, almost tenderly and I was
struck dumb with inaction.

"You look so like him... your great grandfather I mean.  You have his
eyes - strong, determined, that seemed to look right into my very
soul."  She sighed and straightened up behind me.  "You could have me
David... with but the snap of your fingers, do you realize that?"

As impossible as it was, I felt a certain strength slide into my
veins, the trembling and sweating now gone.  Perhaps there was
something of my great grandfather within me after all - as dreadful as
that seemed.

"I know I am an old woman David - but my father had trained me well -
there is not an act I would not do for you."  Her voice sounded almost
nervous and it intrigued me.

Now you must realize that I was a horny teenager who spent half my
time awake thinking or considering sex.  If I had my choice, I would
be having sex if given even the most remote of a chance.  Was this my
chance?

"I hated my husband - so unlike my father.  So I had your mother
seduce him."  She sighed and seemed distant for her next words, "His
guilt and the booze is what killed him - but I knew he could not face
the truth of having his own daughter as a lover.  Am I truly as evil
as that sounds David?  I assure you that I did not intend for that
outcome - only to have the pathetic little man away from my bed."

I heard a sob and felt her hands drop away from me so I eventually
turned in my hardwood kitchen chair seated in the living room as it
was, out of place, so how I felt right then, looking towards the teary
eyed old woman.  Her gaze was far away looking at the past - a slice
of which she had just revealed.

That solid strength was within me though, perhaps it came from my
great grandfather - but none the less, I looked from my grandmothers
sad face down to her great big breasts thrusting against her blouse.
She had said it, with the snap of my fingers remember?

Without a tremble in my hands they came up and grasped directly over
each tit - causing my grandmothers sobs to end immediately.  Blinking
away her tears, looking oddly surprised she watched me fondle her
breasts above her clothing silently.  How could she be surprised after
telling me about her past, my mothers - telling me she was mine but
for the asking?

Though not the first tits I have ever felt - they definitely were the
largest, by far.  Even through the layers of clothing I could tell how
soft they were, the warmth soaking through to my palm, the nipple
hardening appreciatively beneath.

She swayed on her feet, in my hands, "Oh David!  Honey!  It has been
so long...!"

My hands suddenly moved, fumbling more out of inexperience than
nerves, tearing apart the thin blouse to expose the expensive black
lace brassiere beneath.

She was breathing heavily.  Grandmother had told me, how she had
slutted herself, her daughter - my mom - for years.

Her hands were trembling as they slipped beneath the open fabric of
her blouse, up to her shoulders to ease the straps of her bra down her
arms.  My hands roughly yanked out her breasts from the stern harness
- desperate to touch them unencumbered.

There they were - the first bare breasts of my life!  Magnificent.
The nipple was huge, wide, dark and wrinkled with what I guessed to be
excitement.  Stretch marks upon the top - heavy in the hand.

If I had doubted her tale before, I did not do so now - my
grandmother's own intimate flesh in my hands.

My mouth seemed to find a hard nipple naturally, her aged wrinkled
hands stroking my head tenderly, gasps coming from her lips.  "So like
your great grandfather David... oh honey...!"

One arm encircled her still-slim waist, holding her as she swayed
enough that I feared she would fall to the hard floor at her feet.  My
other hand slipped up her skirt, up those warm smooth nylon encased
legs to find old-fashioned thigh-high stockings and garters.  The old
lady sighed thickly and spread her feet, obscenely bending her knees
for me to access her.  My fingers touched lace satin panty, warm and
moist.  It was easy to slip my fingers beneath the leg opening, her
sex slippery and hot.

Two fingers slipped into my grandparent with ease and she squealed out
as if in pain, panting uncontrollably.  Her hips moved upon my
fingers, fucking herself desperately.

This was amazing, my mind never once coming to grips about what I was
doing - who I was doing it too!  This was further than I have ever
gone with a girl, most fumbling in the dark - all left me painfully
neglected.  I had gone from an embarrassed virgin to a roaring horny
lion in but minutes and I was dizzy with emotions and lust.  There
would not be any stopping here unless I wanted it - if I stopped it,
and I could not see myself doing that.  This was the keys to the candy
store for this young man!

Then grandmother spoke up, gasping out her words between her
passionate groans and squeals, "Is it me that you want dearest
David... or... or your mother...?"

That stopped me cold and I pulled my mouth from those saliva covered
breasts to look up into the sweaty wild-eyed face of my grandmother.
The earlier shame came to me again and my fingers slipped from that
heated grotto half forgotten.  How had she known - was it that
obvious?

"I will be here for you any time you wish David - I promise you that.
But who do you want to be your first, me or your mother?"  By the
sound of her voice, we both knew the answer.  "My father, he took
particular pleasure in training your mother David.  You want her don't
you?"

Starring intently into my eyes she slowly and carefully descended to
kneel upon the hard floor at her feet, between my knees.  Her hands
came up to expertly open my pants to let my hardness pop free.  "I
love you David and I love your mother.  I want you to have the both of
us - to be yours for your any desire."

A warm experienced hand encircled my hard penis firmly and gently
moved up and down, her eyes still holding my own.  "Go to her tonight,
slip into her bed and enjoy yourself.  You can return to me - use me,
fuck me however you want David, there is nothing I would not do for
you.  But loose your virginity on your mother - it is my gift to you
my darling."

At that point in her crazy speech she lowered her face and I felt my
cock engulfed in the warm experienced mouth of my grandmother.  It was
a feeling I was not apt to forget.  Slowly but knowingly she moved her
face up and down, her tongue dancing upon my hardness as her lips held
me tight - her cheeks suctioning inwards as she moved again and again.

I was not long to finish but I wanted to see her face, to see the fast
of the woman who swallowed my first load full.  I pushed her short
curly gray hair from her forehead and saw the wrinkled face of my
grandma with her mouth spread wide, lips moving past my hard ribbed
pink penis.  Her eyes opened then, looking at me with those wide brown
eyes - a picture perfect moment.

There was a familiar tightening in my scrotum, my stomach muscles
clenching my dick tightening and expanding minutely.  Grandmother
eased her mouth off my cock, her hand returning to its saliva covered
surface to stroke me.  I watched in amazement as the spurts of my
ejaculate shot onto her aged face, into her hair, forehead, nose and
cheeks.  Her smiling lips opened once again and took the final drops
into her mouth hungrily.

And then with a trembling sigh from my own lips, it was over.  Grandma
sat back onto her heels looking up at me with pride, her face and hair
a mess.  "I hope I pleased you David?"

I simply smiled in response.  The reality of this moment came hitting
me into my soul like a locomotive and I just stared in amazement at
the sperm covered face of the woman that I thought I had known all my
life those great big white breasts hanging delightfully out of her
open blouse.

Carefully she stood back onto her unsteady feet - going to the counter
to find a dish clothe to wipe her face clean.  She looked at me out
the side of her eyes as she removed her blouse, her bra and then her
skirt - leaving her in her stocking, garters and panty - all in black
lace.

"What makes you think mother won't scream 'rape' if I go to her
grandma?"

Grandma smiled privately for a moment, "I know your mother David - I
was the one most responsible for her training.  And if she does do
something so silly as deny you, just tell her I sent you."

"Then you two are still lovers?"  What else can you call it?  And as
forward I as I had become - it was not so bold of me after just hosing
down my grandparents face.

Her sly smile disappeared, "No.  After my husband died, your mother
blamed me for sending her to him."  The family tree just became more
complicated - if that were even possible.  Now that you mention family
tree - who was my mother's father, how about my father?  Grandma did
say I looked like her father right?

I wanted to ask how she knew mother would not deny me, what makes her
think I could fuck my own mother but I could not ask - the promise of
such a fantasy was at risk with such a question.

I looked at the aged woman before me - wrinkled loose skin, hanging
breasts and loose ass - and found her beautiful.  She was mine - she
had admitted and then proven it to me.  I could have a blow job like
that at any time - her cunt, even her ass!  Did it matter how old she
was - what guy would turn down endless sex at my age?

"I will do it tonight grandma - dad is out of town again."

She nodded, her eyes no longer looking at me.

"Perhaps I will bring her with me tomorrow and the two of you can be
reacquainted?"  The gall it took to suggest such a thing - can you
imagine?  Yet it came so effortlessly - or shall I say, honestly, as I
had probably inherited this 'gift'.

Grandma swallowed and looked ready to begin to sob again, "I would
like that David... I would like that very much!"

 -*-

I starred at my own plain looking middle-aged mother throughout the
evening and she was none the wiser.  I had come all over your mother's
face mom, and then she sent back to fuck you!  I was so excited but
forced myself to be patient, to calmly wait for the night.

For hours after leaving grandma, I had walked and thought about what
was revealed, what I had done and what the future may hold.  My god -
it was like a teenage fantasy on steroids had somehow become true!

My two sisters were long asleep when I carefully opened the door and
slipped silently into my parents room, hearing the soft regular
breathing of my mother from the darkness before me.  I was trembling -
naked and already hard - but nervous as a virgin should be.

Grandma better be right about this - I would be in a world of trouble
if she was wrong?  Perhaps the old girl was senile, had imagined all
that sordid history up?  Or maybe there was some kind of sick revenge
thing going on for her long dead husband, my mom's father - her lover.

The duvet moved silently and I slipped beneath - my hands moving
slowly forwards in the darkness to find my mothers raised hip.  I
pushed the duvet down to our knees and gently lay my hand on my
parents waist.  There was warm smooth flesh beneath her cotton
nightgown she always wore to bed.  It was not the dress or even the
woman if truth be told, who normally inspired this form of seduction.
But I had lusted after my mother since I had began to fantasies and
masturbate - grandmother had guessed correctly it seemed.  Short plain
mom - small of breast, large of bottom, slim of waist - the quiet
polite sober woman that gave birth to three kids and who barely ever
spoke above a whisper.

Grandmother, on the other hand, was a tall buxom woman - large of
breast and hips, who dressed to catch the eye, always with makeup
perfectly applied and her gray hair teased to perfection.  I had been
told my mom looked more like her grandmother - was that why my great
grandfather had started this, wanting a big-titted woman like his
daughter for his bed and then, for a change of pace, fucking his
petite small-breasted granddaughter?

Gently I eased mother's body towards me, rolling her onto her back.
With only a small pause in her rhythmic breathing it was a successful
manoeuvre.

Let us not pretend between us - what I was doing was nothing short of
rape!  But it was the family way if grandma's telling had been
anything less than honest.  I should feel sorry for the two women
right?  Raped and forced into despicable acts over years was nothing
but wrong - no matter how you look at it.  Yet I was like the old
randy bastard more than I may even realize at this early stage -
grandmother's tale had turned me on something fierce.

Imagine having a woman, two or even three, at your every desire?
Would you have the ladies rotate nightly - a different woman every
time you went to your room?  Or would you have them put on little
shows, perhaps using all sorts of interesting items on themselves
while you watched and played with the third?  Any of the women at any
time and in any hole?  The thought made me dizzy, it made me hard just
to think about!

Moving extremely slowly I eased the hem of her nightie up to navel -
going on touch alone, the distances only estimated, it being pitch
black in the room.  Mother's cotton nightie normally hung just past
her knees, but when she was in bed it bunched up to her thighs - I've
noticed this before.  I've watched her from afar, feeling guilty and
horny all at the same time.  Soon, in the dark there before me was the
naked loins of my own mother - the thought caused my heart to pound so
loudly in my chest, I feared that that alone would wake her.

The next target was the buttons running down the front of her
one-piece nightie.  Mother moved twice, shifting as I fumbled with the
tiny hard buttons until I felt the nightie open to her sternum.

I sat back and took a deep breath - this was it.  The fantasies that I
listened to from my grandmother could be mine - it was for me to take
this single step.  I wiggled closer until my hard cock touched the
cotton bunched up about my mothers hip.

Like a fly I reached forwards and tentatively brushed my fingers
through the abundant forest at her loins.  With the first touch I
became braver and touched again and then again, my fingers pressing
downwards until they touched flesh.  Mother shifted in her sleep,
gasped and moaned a single time before her legs gently spread.

I could not contain my chuckle of joy and leaned in to gently take a
tiny soft nipple into my mouth.  So unlike her mothers I thought,
strangely at that moment.  My fingers became braver, moving past the
thick outer labia to find the warm smooth slick inner lips slippery.
Mother moaned again, her hips pressing upwards into my fingers as she
tossed her head slowly back and forth - a delicious dream she must
think she was having.

Her sex was rapidly moistening and my finger moved effortlessly from
the entrance of her vagina to her clitoris - the touch of which always
caused her to groan and pump her hips upwards.  The power of this
moment filling my veins and my cock with hot pounding red blood.  Just
when I considered my next step, mother spoke out sleepily,
"What... who...?"

I silenced her by shoving my lips against hers, my tongue invading her
mouth and she groaned in surprised at the intrusion.  She clasped her
knees shut but my hand was trapped between, my fingers still able to
move over her hot wet flesh.  Hands rose to push me off her - but she
was a petite woman and not a strong person.

Only when I came up for air did she sputter, "David?  My god - you
must stop this... please!"

Her hands continued to try and push me off her - her lust turning to
fear, disgust and I felt the first clenches of doubt within myself.  I
had to be strong, just like my great grandfather would have been when
he first visited my grandmother.  "No mother, you are mine now!"  I
tried to kiss my mom again but she turned her head frantically to the
side.

This was not going so well.  If she became any louder she would wake
my two younger sisters.

"This is crazy... you are insane David!"  Her body was shoving at me
now, her hips thrusting to rid her sex of my fingers desperately.
"Stop this right now young man!
Get... your... fingers... out... of... me!"

I was getting scared, I was afraid of what I might have gotten myself
into.  "Grandma said it was okay mom, stop fighting me!"

Suddenly mother stopped fighting and though her body was still tense
beneath me, she was no longer frantic to escape.  "What did you say
David?"

Then I remembered the advice I had received and rushed to say it now -
realizing there was something almost cosmic going on here.  "Grandma
sent me."

The seconds passed like an eternity until I felt mother's body relax
beneath my own before her thighs spread, releasing my hand.

My fingers, now free to roam, moved down and inwards, sinking a single
digit into my own mother.  She gasped and pressed her hips up into my
hand.  Something had changed suddenly in the last minute - I had been
a rapist seconds before, now I had a willing recipient beneath me.

Her hands rose to stroke my head and shoulders rather than clawing to
push me from her - hands drawing my face back down to hers - our lips
meeting, hers opening and her tongue finding my own.

There was no resistance now as I awkwardly knelt between mothers
spread thighs, her hands guiding me patiently.  Then I was inside her
- finding her sex firm, hot and very wet - clenching me possessively.
She sighed and moaned into my mouth, moving deliciously beneath me.

Then it hit me like a bolt of lightening - I was fucking my own
mother, the woman of my first fantasy and that I was no longer a
virgin!  The heavens might as well open up and strike me dead -
because I could have died at that moment and have been happy.

She was getting louder beneath me, her body becoming more frantic,
desperate.  I felt her in the darkness succumb to her climax, her body
clenching for nearly a half minute before it seemed every muscle in
her body, and surrounding my cock, began to thrash uncontrollably.
Mother screamed out without a care - her climax breathtaking to
experience - even sightless.

My semen filled her sex almost as an afterthought, groaning and
jerking with each spurt of ejaculate.  And then it was over and I
rolled off her small sweaty soft quivering body - her hands following
me, tenderly touching.

A tongue licked my nipple, slipping up my neck to place small kisses
upon my jaw and lips.  We were suddenly intimate lovers and I knew all
my fantasies had come true.

"Mom?"

Mom tensed next to me, "Cheryl - honey?"  She jumped up from the bed,
her bare feet loud on the hardwood floor as she moved towards the
doorway, "What are you doing up so late?"

"I heard you mom, are you okay?"

"Just a dream honey - you should go back to bed."  Her voice tailing
off - leading my eldest sister back to her room and away from her
naked brother in our mother's bed.

Two years younger than me and just starting puberty.  I could have her
now with my mother's help couldn't I?  Now that's a thought I should
keep to myself until I am assured of success - like great grandpa
having his daughter bring his granddaughter to her own deflowering.

"David?"  A whisper - mom was back.  The door closed and I heard it
lock.  A small embarrassed giggle and then the sounds of her removing
her loose nightie, it falling to the floor with a whisper.  "That was
close."  She climbed into bed next to me, finding her spot in the
crook of my arm.

I could feel her desire in her touch, already knowing that the hand
rubbing my flesh would make its way to my cock - and finding it hard.
A gasp and then a small restrained giggle, "Tell me how you would like
me to please you honey... please?"  Her hand grasped it possessively,
desperate to make me happy.

I was in heaven.

"Climb on mom."

There was the briefest of pauses before she moved almost silently,
straddling my thin hips, the same hand holding me upwards.  My cock
was again encased within that delightful hot wet flesh - sloppier than
before, probably with my own slippery contribution.  My hands slipped
around to grasp her big round soft ass - a frequent source of my
adolescent fantasies.

She was already moving, her hands steadying herself upon my bare
chest, moving that big sexy ass up and down - fucking me deliciously.
I could tell she was enjoying it already - hearing, feeling and even
smelling her obvious pleasure.  I loosed my grip on her ass and pulled
her down against me, my lips eventually finding her small nipples, now
hard and pointy like the ends of a pencil.  She mewed with pleasure,
one hand stroking the top of my head tenderly.

The familiar desperation was quickly evident through mother's
movements and sounds and rather than let this play out, I spun her
about onto her back.  Mom squealed in surprise and then in delight as
I renewed my earlier efforts - my hips pounding frantically between
her soft thighs again and again.  Until mother was screaming out in
passion and I was left breathless and sweaty upon her.

Lips were kissing my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks and the bridge of
my nose.  Mother told me again and again how she loved me, that I made
her so happy.

Tomorrow promised to be interesting - mother and I were going to
grandma's and I was going to fuck the old lady as mom helped.  In
fact, it was my wish that the two of them renewed their sexual
relationship.  Just thinking about the possibilities caused my heart
to flutter in excitement.  Perhaps in several months, a year on the
outside, mom will help me seduce my sister Cheryl - three generations
of cunt to enjoy.

Again I rolled off her - finally sated for the day, exhausted.
Mother's head fit into the crook of my arm, one leg over the top of my
own, her sloppy wet hot sex pressed into my thigh.  We fell asleep
like that.

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