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Grandma’s Story
By James Bellamy jbellamy@renman.net
(Reprise of the preceding chapters:
Isabel raised her grandson Jeff through his teen years after his
parents died in a plane crash. Now that he is an awkward, naïve, 23
year-old college student, there open and frank discussions about
sexuality have lead to the surprising fact of their becoming lovers.
Isabel, after a personal struggle has concluded that it will be better
for Jeff’s sexual development if she helps him by providing some
training and experience by personally being his lover. Their loving
relationship has survived the first occasions and their conversations
explore subjects which Jeff brings home from his graduate level course
#547 - Human Sexuality.)
Chapter Four – The laboratory
Isabel was catching up on her household chores. Busy the past couple
weeks, she hadn’t given it what she called a really good cleaning in a
couple of weeks. She had finished cleaning the shower in the master
bedroom and stooped to empty the wastebasket. Lifting out a pile of
tangled nylon, she held up a torn pair of pantyhose, laddered with runs
and snags and smiled, thinking about the way the garment came to be in
this state.
It had been nearly three weeks ago, they had gone to brunch – it was
delightful as usual and she had enjoyed her grandson’s avid
attentiveness. She reflected that it really was a treat to be put on a
pedestal by someone you also loved. Jeff had held her chair for her,
all the gentlemanly things, but she also noted that he was also enjoying
the view of her breasts pushed up by the lacy bra she had worn.
It was on the way home that she had teased him like a totally wanton
woman, she thought with a smile. Then she had suggested they park in a
back part of the park she recalled from High School days. It was here
that at last he became so excited that he simply tore her stockings
trying to get at her – helped at a strategic point by her pointed finger
nail giving him a starting point to begin his ripping attack:
(Jeff’s hand found the wetness at her center and he tried to break
through the pantyhose. “ That’s it honey, tear them apart.” She
urged. But they were too strong and Jeff couldn’t find a way to get
in. He reached for the band and started to pull them down in his
eagerness. “Here, sweet, let me help” Isabel slipped her nail between
her legs, found a seam and started a tear. “There Jeffie, now tear them
apart. Come on darling, rip them off me, I want you to tear them off to
get to me!”
Jeff felt his finger slip into the starting hole and his finger was
suddenly bathed in the hot juices waiting to lubricate his invading
cock.)
Isabel rolled the afternoon encounter over in her mind with pleasure.
“What a delightfully fresh sort of lover he is,” she mused. So far she
had no reason to regret her decision that what they did together on
these occasional love-ins was not harming anyone and so could be allowed
to continue. She touched the nylons to her cheek, smelling the combined
odor of their juices spilled amid such total and unfettered pleasure,
then dropped them into the grocery sack she was collecting trash in.
Moving next door to tidy Jeff’s room, she shook her head at the
contrasting disarray that was her grandson’s lair. Books everywhere,
papers strewn across the large door across two filing cabinets that
served him as a large desk, the bed unmade, left just as it was when he
rolled out of it and dashed off to school. As she plumped the pillows,
she noticed something peaking out from under it and slipped her hand
under to find ….. a pair of her panties. Again she found herself
smiling at his apparent addiction to her and her undies – something that
dated back a long time. Isabel had sensibly never made anything of it.
It was harmless and again, it pleased her in some way.
“I can’t quite understand it, but then who can understand everything we
humans do!” She held the garment to her nose and noted that they had
been worn and bore her own scent enhanced by her familiar perfume.
“Well nice perfume, anyway!” she almost giggled. She was sitting on the
bed now and as she tucked the panties back in their secret place under
his pillow she laid her head on it for a moment.
She could smell the musk scent of Jeff in the bed close and she snuggled
down on her stomach, pressing her cheek and nose into them. “ …..
uhmmmm … maybe men aren’t so strange after all, she thought. It’s kind
of nice lying here where he has been laying. His scent so familiar to
her, was thick in her nostrils ….. uhmmm. ……kind of nice …..” Isabel
found her hand slipping between her body and the sheets. Her skirt was
rucked up and her hand cupped the full curve of her pubic mound. The
scent of Jeff haunted her and her hand began to fondle her pussy lips
pouting there between her thighs. She stroked the soft nylon of her
expensive panties into the crease between her lips, just touching her
clitoris lightly. She lay there listening to soft classical music still
pouring from the large speakers in the corner of the room.
Her long caressing fingers found the wetness there under her panties and
her pleasure was twice fold, once in her mind in fantasy and again in
the real world of her hand tracing the familiar valley of her pussy.
“Mmmmnnn, “ she sighed, “Isabel, you should get up and get busy.” But
she didn’t stir herself, instead she lay there bathed in the music, her
hand bathed in her wetness as she her finger found it’s way past her
panties and into the entry of her cunt. ‘Mnnnnnn …… again she sighed,
and then her body responding to the warm fondling began to move against
it’s pleasantly inserted digit…… mmmmmmmmmmm…… it was only a little
orgasm when it came, not the big exciting overwhelming type, just a nice
little warm wave rippling through her relaxed body.
“Gram, ……. Gram, are you all right?” Jeff was standing over her,
looking concerned as she awoke from her slumber.
“Oh ….. oh my god, I fell asleep…….. oh,” she laughed, “good grief,
I was cleaning and sat down to rest for just a minute ….. good grief!
What time is it, anyway, I have to get dinner going”
“Oh, no problem, can I help?” Jeff admired her exposed thighs as she
sat up, her skirt still pulled back.
“No, no, I’ve got it in the oven --- if it isn’t burned!” She bustled
down stairs wondering what Jeff must have thought. “Was my hand still
between my legs when he woke me, “ she wondered, laughing at herself.
“I’m getting worse than a teenager,” she thought.”
They sat at the counter and had dinner perched on the high stools at the
end. Jeff was telling her about his new class Psychology 547 – Human
Sexuality which had begun last week and was swinging right into the deep
end of the pool apparently. She pressed him for more details. “What
is it you will be studying, exactly? I assume it isn’t a lab course.”
She nudged him in the ribs and grinned at him.
“No such luck,’ he replied, “but it is pretty erotic, nevertheless.
Pictures and stuff. You know.”
“No I don’t know, what is the purpose?”
“Oh, we’ll be trying to understand what the underlying motives and
drives are behind sex and sexy behavior, I think.” Jeff was not quite
sure where this conversation was going and he was getting fairly
stimulated remembering with Isabel the slides showing explicit sex acts
of various kinds today. “ It is pretty stimulating, Gram.”
“Like what, Jeff?”
“Well today the discussion was about people who enjoy urinating and
being urinated on. Sorry, but you asked”
“Really, and it has to do with sex?”
“Yes, so I gather, but then what isn’t? hehe” he smiled at his little
joke, but it was partly nervousness at the subject matter.
“But, ………. (thinking a moment) …… exactly how …… I mean ….. how ..” she
broke of the sentence, not knowing how to finish it. “And did you find
out why that would be so sexy?”
“Well, no not really. Not yet, I guess. …………. What do you think?”
Jeff wanted to ask if she had experienced anything like that, but
stopped short of it.
“ …..uh, no, I’m not sure about that. ….. I’ve never ……. Well, you
know, ….. never uh done ….anything quite like that. How are you
going to find out, then?”
“…dunno, really. Books I guess.”
There was a long pause between them as they finished there meal.
At last, Isabel broke the silence. “You know, Jeff, …….. if you want
to … uh try out some of the things they talk about …… I mean, within
reason …….. we could sort of do lab oratory experiments here ……. I
mean, if you want to. Maybe it would help with the class – make it more
useful, more clear???”
Jeff’s eyes were wide as saucers, but he recovered to choke out a few
words. “You mean it … Gram? …. Gosh, really? .. you mean, you and I,
here? Well …. Uh …sure …I mean ….that’d be great ….great. “
To ease the tension Isabel said with a smile, “Yes, OK, it might be
fun. Maybe I’ll get a degree, too???” She kissed him on the cheek as
she took his plate away to the sink. Returning she whispered, drink
the rest of that Coke and don’t go to the toilet – until we both go , I
guess! Isabel laughed out loud at her joke.
They watched the end of Seinfeld and another show, snuggled close
together on the couch, both making laughing reference to there
Laboratory Psych 547.
Isabel smoothed her hand on Jeff’s thigh and he put his hand over hers.
Slowly he drew it toward him until she was touching his swollen cock
extending down his thigh. Isabel stroked him gently. His lips found
her ear and his hand reach to surround her breast, lifting it gently.
“Oh, I think I have to go, Gram.”
“Not yet,” she said. “Don’t you suppose something like that would be
better if you wait till you are really full?’
He nodded, but without much conviction. His discomfort was compounded
by their mutual caresses. Her breasts were lovely and heavy and her
skirt had hiked up high on her thighs by now nearly showing her panty
crotch. He could almost feel the heat rising from the secret between
her legs. Isabel’s nipples pressed into his palms. “You know, I have
no idea how this is supposed to work. They didn’t rally go into detail
yet”
“ Well, we’ll just have to improvise,” she whispered into his ear.
“Shall I be the teacher for this one? By the way, I think I’m
starting to agree that it is about time for the experiment.”
Jeff’s hand had now found the heaven between her legs and he felt the
wetness of her. His finger slipped into her pussy and felt the thick
warm moistness of her. He teased the twin lips of her and felt the
cushion made by the patch of hair so prominent atop her mound. Isabel
stirred under his hand and squeezed his cock through his trousers. Jeff
felt her unzip his pants and slip her hand inside, then pull his cock up
out of the leg of his pants, then spread her hand lengthwise down the
length of him. “Oh, Jeff, you feel so good. You are so warm and hard,
I love it!” She offered her lips and Jeff tasted her bright red
lipstick as their tongues played together.
“Come on darling, “ she said softly. “Take me down the hall.” They
were both excited about the prospect ahead but slightly apprehensive at
this extreme exposure of such an intimate thing. Unsure of what to say
or how to feel about the fact of it.
Jeff became klutzy, and Isabel lead the way. “Let’s just try it this
way, “ she said quietly, standing before the stool in the bathroom.
Jeff took her in his arms and they stood pressed together without
speaking for a minute or two. Enjoying the softness between their
bodies. Jeff fondled her breasts again, then dropped his hands to
squeeze the generous buns of her ass, so soft in his hands. He caressed
softly, running his finger tips across the chasm between her cheeks,
suspecting that it tickled her in an exciting way.
Isabel felt his hands playing across her ass, then finding the twin
pantylines crossing her softness. “Want to slip my panties down,
sweetheart?”
Jeff knelt before her, noticing the hot scent of her rising before his
nose. She lifted her skirl slightly and her panty crotch was there
before his eyes. They were pretty white lace and he kissed the patch of
graying hair under the silky covering. His hands found her ass and
enjoyed the feel of it under the fabric of the panty. Then he slipped
his hands to the elastic at her waste and slipped them down off her hips
stopping as they descended to expose her pussy bulging before his eyes
for a kiss. His tongue slipped into the beginning of the crease of her
lips.
“Oh, Hon, careful, ….. but it feels wonderful….. thank you ….sweet ….”
He slipped her panties to her ankles and Isabel sat on the stool before
him spreading her knees to make room for him.
Jeff stared at the beauty of the curly thatch through which her pubis
showed through and his finger reached to touch it, then slipped into the
wetness to touch her clit. “ohhhhhhhhhh, she shuddered ……… mmmmnnnnh!”
Isabel pulled him close, pressed his lips to her breasts and unbuttoned
her blouse to let him suckle her waiting breasts. Again she shuddered
under his touch in pleasure and a violent shiver coursed through Jeff at
the thought of what was to come.
Jeff slipped our of his pants.
“Oh hurry, darling, “she urged. “Now kneel down again.”
“How, ………. “ Jeff’s words were choked with intense excitement.
“here now, scoot up close.” She raised a leg over his, giving access
to her pussy area for his cock to aim. She held the end of his dick
just at the entry of the crease between her legs, one finger stretching
down to the beginning of the sac holding his heavy balls. “Think we can
do this, sweet? Let’s try to relax a moment”
Jeff held her breasts, fondled her nipples, kissed her lips as she held
his cock under the base of her body.
“How do you feel, honey,”
“ Good,” he choked out. “trying to relax ahhhhhhh ………”
“Now? Can you?” she asked a little tensely.
Jeff felt his water begin with relief. He stopped it. Embarrassed.
“go ahead, dear, NOW.”
Jeff’s water rushed against her waiting pussy. Then he felt the deluge
of his grandmother’s piss raining on the end of his cock. It was a
sensational feeling! Warm, overwhelmingly wet. It just felt right, just
the right temperature. A warm glow settled over him and his cock was
rampant against her pussy lips as her urine flowed over him.
Isabel felt Jeff’s stream splash against her slit. She was open wide to
him so it felt like the stream of a garden hose, a wonderful warm
stream, full and rushing along the valley toward her anus, wetting
everything in it’s path like the torrent of a river through a canyon.
Hungrily, she pulled him close, pressing her breasts into his hands.
His hands squeezed her, massaged her and his cock throbbed under her,
there in the joint wetness from their bodies.
Then it was over and they leaned against each other, hugging tightly,
feeling so close, it seemed.
Isabel broke the silence with a giggle. “Ooohhh, that was something, ….
Wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he managed to mutter, pulling her closer.
She felt his stream jet against her again.
“Oh, still more????!!!!!!” she smiled at him now.
Jeff lifted her from the stool and held her in his arms, his hands
slipping under her skirt to find the lovely orbs of her bottom. He
lifted her to the vanity, lifted her legs slightly and found his cock
slipping quickly into her tightness. The thick syrupy wetness of her
hot pussy felt wonderful as he began stroking her with his cock.
Isabel was glad he was so pleased and she delighted in the length of him
now filling her with happiness. She pulled herself closer by wrapping
her legs around his waste and he thrust firmly all the way into her hot
loving cunt.
“Oh, that’s it hon, ……sshhhooove it into me ……. More, more more my
sweet, again and again. Give me all of you. Give me all of your big
young cock!!!!1 Fill me with your long shaft. Fuck me now, darling.
She pulled him into her again and again matching her movements to fit
his thrusting. “ohhhhh Jeff, I’m ….. cummmminnnnnng … don’t stop ……
shove it in … that’s it that’s it, that’s it, THAT’S IT!!!! OH,OH,
OH, oh,oh ahhhh, oh honey.”
Jeff felt his balls tighten and then the hot fluid of his body surging
up through his cock and into this beautiful grandmother. He spasmed
twice, then a third and a fourth surge spurted deep into her pussy.
He held her close, her tits pressed against his chest. Isabel reached
down and found some of their combined juices, now slipping out of the
tightness holding onto his lovely cock. She held the glistening finger
up between them and they both shared it with the tips of their tongues.
END of CHAPTER FOUR.
Comments and suggestions requested to jbellamy@renman.net
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