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 Title: Dad's Old Laptop Ch.  01


Summary: Fried computer starts a journey into incest.


Keywords: inc,fic



   "Damnit, not again," I muttered under my breath as the headboard in the
bedroom next to mine began to smack against the wall.  That room was where
Grandma and Grandpa slept.  If they kept to their usual routine the banging
would end in roughly ten minutes.  Little consolation for a first year
college student trying to finish up an important paper for school.  What
could I say; apparently even at sixty-three years old Gramps was still a
horny old bastard.  I couldn't blame him, at sixty-one, Grams was still a
fine looking woman.  The only thing that torked me off was this was the
fifth time in four days that the sound of that stinking headboard had
interrupted my studies.  The worst part was it was only seven-fifteen in
the morning!  I'm all for sex, but damn, they're retired, couldn't they at
least wait until bedtime to bump uglies?  Or better yet, wait until I had
left for school?  Roughly eight minutes later I heard a couple of grunts
and the incessant banging slowed down then stopped.

   Grandma and Grandpa Carver were Dad's parents and they were staying with
us until the renovations on their house were complete.  Dad had said that
it shouldn't be more than a month before the work was finished.  They had
only been here four days and it already felt like two weeks, I could only
imagine what it was going to feel like after a month.  With my
concentration ruined for now I decided to finish up later.  I removed the
flash drive that held all my notes and powered down my laptop.  Throwing on
my clothes I rushed out into the hallway and ran smack dab into Grandma. 
She was coming from the bathroom with her head pointing down and didn't see
me.  I instinctively wrapped my arms around her to prevent her from landing
on her butt.  Her tiny five foot four inches was no match to my six feet of
lean hard muscles.

   "What the...?  Russell Carver, you really should learn to slow down,"
she squealed, and then a puzzled look crossed her face as she noticed the
odd stare I was giving her.

   I had let go of her and stepped back only to notice the robe she was
wearing was untied and wide open.  My eyes took in her ripe full breasts
with less than the normal sag to them for a woman her age, before they
swept down to observe the full bush of greyish-black pubic hair that
covered her prominent mound.  She had a small waist and soft wide hips that
tapered down to strong firm legs.

   "Sorry Grandma," I stammered, my eyes locking onto the dark brown silver
dollar sized areolas that topped her tits.

   It didn't take long for her to realize where I was looking.  She glanced
down and noticed the state of undress she was in.  Swiftly she clutched the
robe together as her face started turning all shades of red.

   "Oh my," she whispered sliding past me and scurrying toward her bedroom.

   "Hey Grandma," I called out.  When she turned to look at me I added,
"Lookin goooood!"

   "I can say the same thing to you," she snickered taking a quick glance
at the front of my jeans before ducking into her room.  I didn't have to
look down to know that there was a bulge there, I could feel it.

   I got downstairs and went directly to the kitchen where I knew Mom would
be.  She was sitting at the bar that divided the dinning room and the
kitchen proper.  Perched on one of the two tall stools, one slippered foot
on the floor the other wedge on the stools rungs, she was sipping her
coffee with both hands on her cup.  I took a moment to admire the toned
shapely leg reaching the floor.  Her floor length nightgown had a slit on
both sides that went from her feet all the way up to the middle of her
thighs.  The bronze tan that covered her leg went nicely with the rich
maroon color of her nightgown.  Mom was what I called a Tan-O-Phile.  She'd
start working on her tan in very early spring, weather permitting, and
wouldn't stop until it got too cold to lay by the pool.  Even now, in late
fall, I'd come home from school and catch her out by the pool sometimes.  I
didn't mind, at thirty-nine my Mother is a raven-haired beauty with a
killer bod, and the swimsuits she wore covered only as much as they legally
had to.

   After exchanging good mornings I snagged a bottle of water from the
fridge, gave Mom a quick peck, and made my way out the front door.  I was
running late, Tom Crowley was parked at the curb waiting impatiently for
me. Grandpa's voice coming from off to the side startled me.

   "Have a good day, Champ," he growled between puffs on his pipe.

   I glanced over and saw him sitting in the wicker chair on the porch
sipping a steaming cup of coffee.  I wanted to tell him to tone down the
headboard activity, but I didn't think Grandpa Roy would take kindly to
being lectured about his sex life by a nineteen year old.  I just said
thanks and went around Dad's car in the driveway and climbed into Tom's. 
It wasn't until half my day was gone before it dawned on me to wonder how
Gramps had gotten dressed, poured a cup of coffee, and managed to be
sitting on the porch in the short time it'd taking me to get downstairs. 
The rest of the day's classes made me forget all about it.

   My classes end early on Fridays so it was around one in the afternoon
when I got home.  Dropping my books on my bed, I changed into sweats and a
t-shirt, and headed downstairs to raid the fridge.  Grandma was washing out
a few dishes in the sink and didn't hear me come up behind her.  She had on
a loose fitting tank top that drooped enough at the armholes for me to see
the sides of her white bra if I looked hard enough.  The stretch pants she
had on hugged her small round rump provocatively and I couldn't resist
giving it a little pat as I walked by her.  She squealed and called me a
masher causing us both to start laughing.

   One of the things I loved about her was her easygoing nature.  She never
seemed to take anything too serious.  Another thing she liked to do was
flirt with me.  Just the other evening I was sitting on the couch watching
the TV when she came into the room and plopped right down on my lap and
planted a big wet one on my lips.  When she pulled away she smushed my
cheeks in her hands forcing my lips to pucker up like a fish's then asked,
"How's my stud muffin of a Grandson doing?" I wasn't sure if that was funny
or not, but Gramps, who was sitting on the other end of the couch had
thought it was hilarious.  It had taken him a full five minutes to stop
laughing.  After Grandma's soft ass left my lap, it had taken almost that
long before the swelling in my groin had gone down.  I think she really
likes seeing how uncomfortable she could make me.

   "So Russ, did you get an eyeful this morning?" she chirped not missing a
beat on what she was doing.

   "Truthfully Martha," I started playfully, using her given name, "What I
saw this morning really should be in one of those men's magazines, so the
whole world can see how stunning my Grandmother is."

   Her hands stopped moving in the sink and she turned her sparkling blue
eyes in my direction.  "You thought it looked that good huh?"

   "Without a doubt," I replied.

   "Hum, I guess I could make some extra money by posing for a girlie mag.
The only trouble would be finding a photographer that I could trust," she
remarked, looking up and to the side as if she were actually thinking about
doing it.

   Unsure if she was still teasing me or not I blurted out, "I've been told
I take good pictures, so if you want, I'll gladly volunteer for the job."

   "I'll keep that in mind," she laughed and turned her attention back to
the sink.

   "Where's Mom?" I asked after tearing my eyes from the drooping armholes
of her top.

   "It's a sunny afternoon, where do you think she is?"

   I took one last look at Grandma's fine ass, nasty little thoughts
running amok in the back of my brain, and went out to the pool area.  There
was Mom, all five-foot nine inches of her stretched out on a lounger, the
light brown bikini she was wearing blending in nicely with her bronzed
skin. She had a huge brimmed hat pulled over her eyes and didn't see me
coming.  Being a typical horny teenager I took this opportunity to scope
out the goods.  Long slender legs crossed at the ankles, smooth flat
stomach, and firm globes of tit flesh barely covered by the triangles of
her suit greeted my eyes.  Yep, Dad's one lucky fuck I told myself before
faking a cough to announce my presence.

   "Hey sweetie, how was school today?" she asked pushing the hat back on
her head and fixing her soft brown eyes on mine.

   "The usual, too many boring lectures and not enough time with the hands
on stuff," I told her taking a seat on the lounger next to hers.

   I was taking computer science hoping to become a programmer so I could
create my own games.  This was a field that Mom had worked at for some
time, before she developed a software package that garnered her enough
money to say the hell with working.  Now she worked on her tan and her
physique.  Dad enjoyed the thrill of making business deals too much to give
up his job.  I suspect that the occasional overseas assignments also
appealed to him.  When I had first started school I had planned to get my
own place, probably sharing rent with one of my pals, but Mom had talked me
out of it.  She had said that I would be better off not having the burden
of having to work part time to pay the rent.  So here I was living at home
with my parents, while my classmates partied and enjoyed their college
experience.  At least I was getting good grades, something Mom seemed proud
of.

   "You know kiddo, you got to put the knowledge in the noggin before you
can do what you want with the hands," she philosophized.

   "I suppose," I agreed, absently staring at the swell of her 38D chest as
it rose and fell.  I'd done enough laundry to know what size clothes my
whole family wore.

   "Martha tells me that you got more of a look at her this morning than
you should have," she said, a smile spreading on her full lips.

   "She told you about that?"

   "Yeah.  She said she wasn't paying attention and walked right into you.
So tell me Russ, how's the old gal holding up?" I saw the twinkle in her
eye and knew she was just being silly.  I played along.

   "To tell you the truth Mom, Grandma's got one fine body.  That's
probably why their headboard keeps banging against my wall every morning,"
I chuckled nervously.  I hadn't wanted to add that last part, it just
popped out.

   "I guess Roy still has some wood in the forest after all," Mom
snickered.

   "Well if it's all the same, I'd rather he be sawing logs instead of
planting trees at seven in the morning," I grumbled.

   "Are you sure it's seven?  Roy's usually in the kitchen getting coffee
by that time of the morning, I know, he gets me my first cup about that
time," her brow knitted up as she asked.

   "I could be wrong about the time.  All I know is they hump every morning
right when I'm trying to cram in a quick study session," I told her
nonchalantly.

   Laughing lightly she said, "They're not getting any younger, so be a
dear and let them have their fun.  It's only for a few more weeks."

   "Okay, I'll just put on headphones.  Anything new on the home front?" I
asked changing the subject.

   "Not much.  Other than your Dad's upcoming trip this week, everything is
honky-dory," she answered pulling the brim of the hat back over her eyes.

   "That's what, the fourth one this year?  Where's he off to this time?" I
asked not really giving a shit.  It wasn't like I disliked Dad, we just
didn't spend much time together.

   "Tokyo I believe," she murmured already back into her relaxed mode.

   I stood and was just about to walk away when I turned back to her and
said, "Tans looking good Mom."

   "Thanks honey.  Just wish I could get away with doing this without a
swimsuit.  Look how pale I am under it," she said, pushing the top of the
patch of material covering her groin down a fraction to emphasize her
point.

   "I wish you could too," I thought to myself as I stared at the small
strip of white skin being revealed.  As small as her bottoms were, if she
had pushed them down any lower I was sure I would have been able to see if
she shaved her snatch or not.  I followed my boner back inside and went up
to my room to pursue one of my favorite past times, porn surfing.  I fired
up my laptop before realizing that I didn't have anything to drink.  A
quick trip to the fridge and I was all set.  Like a dumb ass I sat the
opened bottle of water next to my computer.

   About six months ago my buddy Tom had turned me on to a site that
featured a lot of mature women.  It also had clips of mother-son incest,
simulated of course.  The more I watched, the more I became enamored with
the idea of having sex with an older woman.  My mind even went so far as to
suggest Mom as a possible target of my desire.  At first I was disgusted
with myself for even thinking that.  But then the idea began to grow in the
back of my head.  Soon I was jacking off to thoughts of Mom bending over
and taking all eight inches of my cock into her warm pussy from behind.  At
five-nine, all she would have to do was lean over a little as I sidled up
to her ass with a raging hard-on.  I wouldn't have to bend my knees much to
poke it up her tunnel.

   It wasn't long before I was engrossed in a video of an older woman
devouring a stiff prick with her mouth, my hand down the front of my sweats
pulling my rod.  I had to pull the front of my sweats over my dick when it
got to the point where I felt the stirrings of an approaching orgasm.  The
woman's face on the screen faded right before my eyes and was replaced with
my Mother's.  My cock got harder and jizz started squirting out the head of
it.  That's when Grandma decided to knock on my door.

   Panic-stricken I tried to stem the flow of spunk shooting out of my dick
by placing my hand over the tip of it; at the same time I was trying to
pull the sweats up over myself.  Three things happened simultaneously.  My
hand got messy, my leg jerked out sending my foot against the desk rocking
it, and the bottle of water tipped over and poured onto my keyboard. 
Sparks flew followed by a puff of smoke.  I watched in horror as the screen
flickered then went black.  I jumped up, my hand still down in my pants,
and screamed.

   "Fuck!"

   Grandma barged in shouting, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

   "I just fried my computer," I mumbled staring absently at the wisps of
smoke rising from my laptop.

   "Did you hurt yourself?" I heard her ask from far away.

   "No," I said, turning to see the strange look she had on her face.

   "Then why are you holding yourself?" she asked.

   "Huh?  Oh, I was just scratching," I replied sheepishly when I realized
she was looking at my crotch.  I yanked my hand out of my sweats and hid it
behind my back.

   "I see," she said, a knowing smile spreading on her lips.

   I was wiping the spooge off my hand onto the seat of my sweats when Mom
joined the circus, wondering what was going on.  She'd heard me clear out
by the pool.  Grandma excused herself while I explained to Mom how I had
ruined my laptop.  When I was through I could tell Mom wasn't too pleased
with my carelessness.  She did say that she'd get me a new one, but since
Dad was leaving Sunday night she wouldn't be able to until Monday.  She
wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he took off.  She
walked away before I could whine about the school assignment I'd just lost.
I was just about through cleaning the gunk off my hand when Grandma
reappeared.  She was carrying a warm wet washcloth that she held out to me.
She still had a grin on her face.

   "Here, you might need this," she said glancing down to the front of my
sweats.

   Red faced I took it from her and looked down myself.  The front of the
grey sweats had a large wet spot on them.  When I looked back up Grandma
was gone.  She hadn't even told me what she'd wanted in the first place.  I
closed my door and stripped, put on my robe and went to take a shower. 
After the shower I put on some cargo shorts, a t-shirt and went downstairs
to mope.

   The rest of the day went by pretty fast.  At six Dad came home, kissed
Mom on the cheek and went upstairs to the master bedroom.  He came down
dressed in pajamas just in time for dinner.  While we ate he droned on
about his upcoming trip to Japan and how much money he would get if he
closed the deal on time.  He also informed us that he would be leaving
tomorrow morning instead of Monday.  Mom took it in stride, I didn't give a
rat's ass, but Grandma seemed a little bummed out after she learned of his
trip.

   "How do you handle having Frank gone so much Tammy?" Grandma asked Mom.
"Don't you get lonely?"

   "I'm used to it Martha," Mom answered, clearly not overjoyed with the
idea of Dad being gone.  "Besides, I have Russ to keep me company."

   "Ah yes, we can't forget about young Russell here, now can we." As she
spoke she glanced over at me with a strange look in her eyes.

   After the dishes were cleared Mom and Dad went upstairs while Grandma,
Grandpa and I sat on the couch to watch a little TV.  I wasn't too thrilled
by how close Grandma was sitting next to me with Grandpa at the other end
of the couch.  I really got uncomfortable when she placed her hand on my
thigh and told me what a hunk I'd grown up to be.  Out of the corner of my
eye I saw Grandpa glance over and smile.  When she placed her other hand on
his thigh I began to relax.  A short time later Grandpa stood up and
stretched.

   "I'm kind of beat, think I'll turn in Ma," he said bending down and
giving Grandma a kiss on the forehead.

   "Okay Pa, I'll be up in a little while," she said.

   "You guys actually call each other Ma and Pa," I asked with a chuckle
after he was gone.

   "Sure, and when you're old and married you and your wife will do the
same, mark my words," she chuckled right back.

   "I seriously doubt that," I told her.

   "You'll see," she replied confidently, patting my thigh and settling her
hand a little higher on my thigh.

   "You never did tell me what you wanted earlier Grandma," I reminded her.

   "Oh that.  Your Grandpa and I are going to have our forty-third
anniversary soon, and I was thinking about doing something special for the
old goat.  I was hoping you might be able to help me," she said shyly.

   "How can I help?" I asked.

   "Well, you said you were good at taking pictures.  I was thinking of
putting a small scrapbook of photos of me together for him to enjoy when
I'm not at home."

   "What kind of photos are we talking about Grandma?" I asked my curiosity
peaked.

   "Nothing obscene, just something sexy enough to get his motor racing is
all.  Interested?"

   "Just how sexy are we talking?"

   "Like the girlie magazine shots, only not quite so bold.  I won't be
naked if that's what you're worried about.  I thought some of me posing in
my nighties would do the trick," she said turning to gaze into my
astonished eyes.

   "And you want me to take them?" I gulped.

   "Why not?  Unless the idea of seeing me dressed in skimpy clothing is
repulsive to you."

   "That's the problem Grams, I think it would be anything BUT repulsive,"
I said hoarsely.

   "If you're worried I'll notice you getting a chubby, like you did this
morning, then don't.  I was actually flattered.  In any case, it might help
me strike better poses knowing a young man such as yourself would find me
attractive enough to get a hard-on," she quipped.

   "Grandma!" I hissed.

   "Oh relax honey.  Just think about it okay?  I promise not to make it
too hard on you if you do help me," she said, her hand almost touching my
crotch now.

   "How would we get away with it?  What about Grandpa, won't he get
suspicious if you were wearing your nightie in the middle of the day?" I
inquired earnestly.

   "Let me worry about him.  So, does that mean you'll help me?"

   "On one condition," I said, my voice dry.

   Smiling brightly she asked, "What condition?"

   "That you don't make fun of the baggy pants that I will definitely have
to wear."

   "It's a deal," she told me, patting my thigh and grazing my growing
bulge with the tips of her fingers.

   When I said I was going to bed she stood up too.  After helping me lock
up I followed her up the stairs, my eyes glued to her soft round butt as it
jiggled in her stretch pants.  By the time we reached the top my cock was
as hard as a rock.  She gave me a quick peck on the lips and said
goodnight. I went into my room, shut the door softly behind me, and then
jacked off into a wad of tissues like never before.

   The next morning I put on just pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and headed
to the kitchen.  I was halfway down the stairs before I realized something.
The headboard next door hadn't banged against the wall today.  Gramps must
have been too tired I told myself as I made my way into the kitchen.  Mom
was sitting on the same stool as yesterday, wearing the same nightgown with
the slits up the legs, and sipping her coffee.  I did something I rarely
did; I fixed myself a cup and sat on the stool next to hers.

   "Morning Mom, something wrong?" I asked seeing the troubled look on her
face.

   "Morning Russ.  No, nothings wrong, it's just your Dad can be pretty
selfish sometimes."

   "Uh oh, what'd he do this time?" I asked reaching my hand up and
stroking her back.

   As an answer she just shrugged and said forget about it.  Mom and I are
really close, and for her not to tell me what was bothering her meant only
one thing.  It had something to do with her sex life, about the only
subject we hardly ever talked about.  I took a stab in the dark.

   "Dad wouldn't put out last night huh?"

   "Russ!" she yelped and turned in her seat to look at me.

   "Well?"

   She laughed when she saw the blank look on my face and said, "If you
must know, he hasn't put out, as you say, for over a week now."

   "Wow!  Is he sick?"

   "What?  No.  He's not sick, why do you ask that?"

   "Because I can't imagine being married to you and not wanting to do you
all the time," I told her, a big smile on my face.

   "Russell Carver, I can't believe you just said that to me.  But thanks
for the compliment honey, I needed it," she whispered.

   "You're welcome Mom.  Besides I'm nineteen, and no virgin either, I know
what married people do," I said hoping I wasn't going too far.

   "Well, since you're all grown up I don't suppose you could do me a favor
could you?" she asked, touching my cheek gently with the tips of her
fingers.

   "What's that Mom?" I asked, my mind flashing to the favor Grandma
wanted.

   "Get me another cup of coffee, mister know-it-all," she laughed holding
out her empty cup.

   "You know Mom," I said while handing her a full cup, "You could just
march upstairs and demand Dad ravage you before he takes off."

   "That's a thought, only he's already gone," she replied wistfully.

   "Sorry," was all I could say as I sat back on my stool.

   "Don't be, you're not the one who left me high and dry."

   More like high and wet I told myself.  I began rubbing her back again
and she relaxed enough to make cooing sounds.  That gave me a naughty idea.
When I asked if she'd like a real back rub, she hesitated before answering.

   "I don't think that would be a good idea right now sweetie.  I'm a
little sensitive if you know what I mean."

   "Yeah, I know what you mean.  Your horny," I chuckled.

   "You don't have to be so crude, but yeah I am.  That's why I don't think
it would be such a good idea to have your hands roaming over my body.  That
would just agitate me more than I already am," she explained.

   "Okay, but if you change your mind..." I let the idea trail off.

   "I'll let you know if I do," she snickered.

   "Do you think it'd be okay if I used Dad's computer in the office to
re-do my paper for school?" I asked changing the subject.

   "I don't think that would be a good idea, he has a lot of important
documents on it.  I guess we could go get you a new laptop today since he's
already gone."

   "Nah, but thanks anyway.  It's too nice of a day, I wouldn't want you to
miss out on all the sun," I said, hoping I wasn't sounding like a whinny
kid.

   "You know, he does have an older laptop that he doesn't use anymore up
in the attic.  Why don't you see if you can use that until we get you a new
one."

   "How old is it?" I asked, expecting her to say that it had Windows 95 or
something like that on it.

   "It's really not that old.  If I remember correctly it has XP on it,
along with all the office stuff too.  He only used it to store files of
some sort on it that I know of.  It should be in one of the boxes up
there."

   "I'll go up there and see if I can find it, thanks Mom," I said hopping
off my stool and heading up the stairs.

   At the far end of the upstairs hallway is a door that most people
would've guessed to be a closet of some sort.  But once you opened the door
you would see steep stairs leading up to the attic.  I flipped on the light
switch just inside the door and was about to head up the stairs when
Grandma called out to me.  Glancing over my shoulder I saw her coming from
her bedroom.  She was in her robe and it was tightly tied in the middle.  I
could still see the swell of her chest bounce when she walked however.  She
asked what I was doing, and when I told her she offered to help.  Before I
could decline she slid past me and started up the stairs.  She was more
than halfway up before I started to climb too.  I looked up just as she
reached the top and noticed that I could see up her robe.  She wasn't
wearing any panties.  I was slightly winded and half hard by the time I
joined her.

   "So where should we look?" she asked.

   I looked around at the clutter of boxes.  There were several stacks of
them lining the wall to the right of the stairs, and a couple more boxes
sat on top of an old desk that was pushed into one corner.  How Dad had
gotten the desk up here was anybody's guess.  It had a flat top and wasn't
very big, but still, to lug it up those stairs must have been a chore. 
Grandma said she'd start on one stack and I should start on another. 
Thirty minutes later, no laptop.  I was just about to give up when I heard
her gleefully call to me.  She was pointing above the desk at a shelf that
I hadn't noticed.

   "I think I see what you're looking for," she said happily clapping her
hands together.

   I went over to stand beside her and gazed up.  Whoever put up the shelf
must not have wanted anyone to notice it.  It was basically a square board
sitting on a couple of two-by-fours jutting out from the wall.  Sticking
slightly over the edge I could see part of the plastic shell to a laptop.
Quickly I cleared off the desk and was about to climb on top of it to reach
the laptop when she grabbed my upper arm.

   "Maybe you should let me do that Russ.  I don't think we should trust
this old thing to hold your weight." There was genuine concern in her eyes.

   'It'll be fine Grandma," I tried to reassure her, but she insisted so I
gave in.

   Making a stirrup with my hands and bending over a little I watched as
she stepped out of her slippers and put one bare foot into my hands.  With
her hand on my shoulder for balance I hoisted her up until she could step
onto the desk.  She glanced down at me and I was sure she saw where I was
looking.  She really did have a fine ass for someone her age; it was smooth
and un-dimpled.

   "Make sure you hold on to me now, I wouldn't want to fall," she said
turning away from me and looking up.

   "How am I supposed to hold you?" I asked, my eyes lingering on the
portion of her butt I could see.

   "Grab my legs and keep me steady while I reach up and get it."

   Hesitantly I placed my hands on her legs just below her knees.  She
laughed and said I needed to grab higher if I want to keep her from
falling. I slid my hands up to the middle of her thighs and she told me to
go even higher.  By the time she stopped saying higher, my hands were
nearly on her hips and my thumbs were pressing into the bottom swell of her
ass cheeks.  When she reached up with both hands her robe rode up a little
and gave me a view of most of her butt.  I was even able to see between her
legs slightly.  Unfortunately the tangle of curly pubic hair kept me from
being able to see her slit.

   "Got it!" she squealed, bringing it and the power cord attached to it
down together.

   "Way to go Grandma," I joined in with equal glee.

   "Okay, I'm gonna turn around and squat down.  When I'm ready reach under
my arms and help me off the desk.  Don't let go until I tell you to," she
said, already starting to turn.

   With my arms up under her robe, my hands on her upper thighs, she slowly
turned all the way around.  As she did so my fingers caressed over her skin
and brushed lightly against her pubic hair near the juncture of her thighs.
Once she was all the way turned I noticed my arms had caused the bottom
portion of her robe to open a little.  I was staring straight up at her
exposed hairy mound.  Holding the laptop and cord to her chest she lowered
herself into a squatting position with her knees parted.  I looked down
into the glory that was my Grandmother.  There before my stunned eyes, her
slit opened up revealing a rather large clit and sweet puffy pussy lips. 
She looked wet.  My dick was instantly hard.  I tore my eyes from this
lovely sight and gazed up into her face.  She wasn't smiling, but she
didn't appear to be angry that I had seen her cunt either.  The expression
on her face was one I'd never seen before on a woman.

   "You like looking at your Grandma's pussy?" she gently asked, her eyes
ablaze with what I could only describe as lust.

   "I...I...Oh Grandma it's beautiful," I stammered unable to stop myself
from looking at it again.

   Sitting the laptop off to the side she put her ass on the desktop and
leaned back onto her arms and hands.  Without taking her eyes off my face
she slid her feet apart and spread her knees wider.  Her cunt opened up
like a blossoming flower and showed me the pink wonders hiding between the
fur-covered lips.

   "Would you like to touch it?" she practically purred.

   "Can I?" I croaked.

   "Of course.  But only with your mouth, your hands are dirty from looking
through these boxes."

   I was like a boy possessed.  The fact that this was my Grandmother never
entered my head as I lowered my mouth onto her cunt.  Greedily I licked up
and down her slit, probing her tunnel with my tongue as I went.  My drool
and spit mixed with her juices and coated my cheeks and chin with their
slime.  I pushed my mouth harder against her and hungrily devoured her
tangy treat.  Her ass began to buck as her head pivoted from side to side.

   "That's it boy!  Eat my pussy!  Eat your Granny's cunt," she hissed.

   Propping herself on one arm she brought her other hand to the back of my
head and pushed my face even harder into her squashy slit.  Her upward
thrusts increased in force until I began to worry that I'd drown in between
her hairy lips.  Just when I thought my face couldn't take any more, her
hips stopped bucking and she sat straight up with her legs dangling over
the desk.  I stood up and smeared the juices on my face with my hand. 
While I was doing that she leaned forward, took the waistband of my pajamas
in her hand and pulled them down over my raging cock.  Her fingers curled
around my shaft and pulled me closer to the desk.

   "Do you want to stick this nice hard cock in your Grandma's pussy
Russell?"

   "Oh God yes!" I blurted out.

   "Okay, but first I want you to spank my clit with this big piece of
meat," she said, and then lay backwards and scooted her ass to the edge of
the desk.

   She lifted her legs straight up and spread herself as wide as she could.
I didn't need any more encouragement.  I stepped forward until the front of
my thighs were pressing against the swell of her butt and looked down at
her erect clitoris sticking through the tangle of her bush.  Holding the
base of my throbbing cock with two fingers I began to bounce the swollen
head off her bud.  Harder and harder I smacked my cock against her engorged
clit and watched her head roll back and forth faster and faster.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Fuck me now!  Stick it in me now damnit," she demanded
harshly.

   Sliding my inflamed cockhead over her clit I pushed it between her
sloppy wet lips until I found the entrance to her steaming hot cunt.  With
no regard for finesse I pushed all eight inches of stiff dick into my
Grandmother's pussy, stopping only when my balls felt the succulent soft
cheeks of her ass.  Immediately I began to hammer her cunt with my cock,
the feel of her walls pulling at my shaft spurring me on to faster and
harder strokes.  The sound of my balls slapping her ass mixed with my
groans and her mews of pleasure.

   "UNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she cried, throwing her hand over her mouth to
muffle the scream.

   I felt her pussy clamp down and start to squeeze my shaft with
alternating strength.  It felt like her cunt walls were rippling as I
plowed into her heat.  Without warning my spunk shot out of me so hard that
it splashed against the back of her pussy and rolled out along the shaft of
my cock, before oozing down between her butt crack.

   "Grandma!" I groaned through gritted teeth as rope after rope of semen
poured out of me.

   When the last spurt of spunk left me, so did the last ounce of energy I
had.  I slowly stepped back pulling my softening cock from her wet hole
with a plop and sank to the floor on my butt.  With the heat of passion
fading fast, the realization of what we'd just done began to sink in.  I
lowered my face into my hands and began to tremble.  Seconds later I felt a
soft hand touch the back of my head.  When I looked up I saw Grandma gazing
down at me with love in her eyes and the warmest smile I'd ever seen.

   "Grandma I'm so sorry," I sniffled.

   "Hush now" she whispered squatting down next to me.  Her knees opened up
a little and the pungent smell of our mixed cream drifted up my nose.

   "I don't know what came over me," I moaned.

   "Did you enjoy yourself?" she quietly asked.

   "Yes."

   "Then don't be sad, you didn't do anything that I didn't want you too,"
she said, rising and then helping me to my feet.

   "But I...we...had sex.  And what about Grandpa?  What if he finds out?"
I was almost in tears as I pulled up my pajamas.

   "You let me worry about your Grandpa.  Everything's gonna be just fine,
you'll see," she whispered lightly as she stroked my cheek.

   "I can't believe I fucked my own Grandmother," I mumbled to myself.

   "Believe it Russell.  And I thank you for it too.  Whew!  You are
definitely your father's son," she said as if she were talking to herself.

   "What do you mean by that Grandma?" I asked.

   "Oh nothing.  Let's go get cleaned up, and don't forget the laptop," she
replied already heading for the stairs, leaving drops of my juice on the
floor as she went.



   to be continued....
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