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Grandma (Ff, inc)
by Dirty olman
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It was the summer of 85, back when I was just a young girl of
18. I needed to get away from college AND my folks, so I was
spending my vacation with my grandmother. I was expecting to
enjoy some quiet time, but after just a few weeks I was bored
stiff.
My grandmother lives way out in the country, so there weren't
many people around, and I just didn't know what to do. I read
all the books I had brought with me, and all my grandmother's
old Readers Digests, and now there was nothing even semi-
interesting left.
Of course, idle hands will find something to do. When I was in
first grade we always had naptime at one o'clock. I just wasn't
the type of child to take much lying still. I would count the
cracks in the ceiling, then, I would try to tell myself
stories. Eventually I found a way to occupy myself that was
MUCH more rewarding. One afternoon, when I was lying there
bored to death, I started rocking back and forth, just for
SOMETHING to do.
The little pallet they had me laying on was kind of lumpy, and
one of the lumps was rubbing up against my baby cunt real nice.
Naptime ended before I could get anywhere, but the next day I
tried to recreate the sensation. The rocking just wasn't good
enough, and besides, I was afraid someone would notice what I
was doing. Somehow, I instinctively knew that teacher wouldn't
approve of this newfound pleasure of mine.
Anyway, I discovered that if I lay on my stomach I could reach
my hand into my shorts and under my panties and no one would be
able to see what I was doing. Why did it feel good when I
rubbed up against my 'bathroom place'? I wanted to find out.
My fingers began to explore those sweet virginal little pussy
lips of mine, and soon I found my clit. Boy! Was that worth the
effort. For some reason I was never afraid of masturbation. I
knew it wouldn't hurt me, and just accepted my first orgasm as
some kind of gift from God to keep me from being bored. How I
kept quite I'll never know, but somehow I did, and from then on
naptime became much less of a chore.
Well, I had found my fingers and my pussy could turn a boring
day into something worthwhile, and I fell back on them now. I
awoke with the sun streaming in from the window, and covering
my bed. I crawled out from the covers and stripped off my
nighty so I could enjoy the gentle warmth on my vulva and
breast. I let my fingers dance around my small but sensitive
breast for a while, then began to concentrate more earnestly on
my nipples.
Soon they were standing up and begging for more. How could I
deny them when they had been so good to me?
Meanwhile, my right hand was wandering across my stomach and
down my sides. Eventually I began caressing my thighs and, when
I could feel the moisture of arousal dripping down my lips and
onto the covers I reached down and touched my cunt. The whole
slit was deliciously wet. I ran my fingers up and down the
whole length of it, and then a little deeper inside. My clit
was tingling and as I ran the tip of my finger around it in
little circles, waves of pleasure rolled over my body.
I was nearing orgasm when there came three rapid-fire knocks on
the door, and then the sound of it swinging open. I stared in
horror, one hand frozen on my breast and the other on my pussy,
as my grandmother walked into the room. My legs were spread
wide and my bed was across from the door so she had a perfect
view.
There was no way I could hide anything. I was caught 'red-
handed'. My grandmother never even paused. She just took one
quick look, said 'Oops! Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you. I'll
put your breakfast back on the stove so it'll be warm when your
done.' then left the room smiling. I didn't know what to do,
but I certainly was in no mood to 'finish'. I dressed as
quickly as possible and wandered out breakfast.
I wanted desperately to hide, but I was going to have to face
her sooner or later, and it might as well be now. Grandma, true
to her word, had put my food (Cream-Of-Wheat) back on to warm
and was already eating at the table.
I got a bowl and scooped up some breakfast, than set down.
Grandma was reading the paper and she looked over the top of it
at me. 'Done so soon?' she asked. I didn't know what to say. I
kinda slunk my head a little closer to the bowl and mumbled
'sorry'. 'Sorry?' she said, 'What do you have to be sorry
about. There ain't none of us haven't had a little "tiddle" now
and then. Your grandfathers been dead for near on to eight
years now, you reckon I've been doing without all this time?
Not on your life! Not all of us old folks are as prudish as you
youngsters think. Ask real nice and I might let you borrow my
vibrator next time. Now eat your breakfast.'
I sat in absolute shock for a moment. My grandmother was
telling me that it was not only OK for me to jack-off, but she
did it too? This was going to be a summer of surprises . . . My
grandmother left the table and I just sat there. This was
extraordinarily confusing to me. My grandmother had a vibrator?
I had never tried one before. Should I ask, what the hay, why
not?
I found her in her bedroom. She was lying on the bed and
reading the paper. She looked up when I came in and grinned
again. "What do you need honey?" she asked. "Um," I hesitated,
"I guess I just wanted to talk. You really approve of people
touching themselves? You actually do it yourself? You really
own a vibrator!"
"Yes," she said, "To all of the above. I may be older than you,
but I'm still a woman. I didn't become comfortable with my body
until after your grandfather died and I decided to spend some
time and learn about sex and myself. I wish I had raised your
mother differently, but I'm glad to get a chance to help you
now. Don't be ashamed of your body, don't be ashamed of your
pleasure. Have you had a man yet?"
I blushed at the question, but I had always liked my
grandmother and was finding her a lot easier to talk with than
my own mom. So I screwed up my courage and answered. "Close,
but not actually. Frank and I petted a little, but never all
the way."
"Well," she answered, "Then I guess you've still got a lot to
learn. First off, our bodies are great looking and we shouldn't
ashamed of them. I've been in torture these past weeks wearing
clothes all the time. That stops now. If were going to be girls
together we might as well be natural about it. Can you handle
that sweetie? Or am I going to fast for you."
"Wellllll," I stammered. "I'm willing to try... but I'm
nervous."
"Nervous won't kill you. I'll start if that will help."
Whereupon she stood up and slipped off her dress. I was
surprised to see that my grandmother was in great shape for 65.
She had a lot of wrinkles, but her legs were fairly firm and
her tummy was flat. She reached back and unsnapped her bra. Her
breasts were large, and they did sag, but the nipples were dark
and attractive.
I tried not to stare as she took off her panties. I had never
really gotten a good look at another woman's cunt. Hers was
shaved! Her pussy lips hung out long and luxuriously. I
imagined I could see the tip of her clit peeking out from
between them. My mouth hung open. She was old, yes, but she was
still desirable, and I couldn't help but desire her. I had
never even thought about sex with another woman, yet alone
incest. But here I was wanting to touch my grandmother's pussy.
I looked into her eyes, and she was smiling.
She kissed me. Not a friendly grandmotherly peck on the cheek,
but a full, long, lip-to-lip, open-mouthed kiss. The she said,
"Why don't you undress now love." How could I not! I unbuttoned
my blouse and removed my jeans.
Grandma unsnapped my bra for me, then pulled down my panties.
She stayed down in front of me for a while, staring at my
pussy. She ran her hand lovingly across my stomach and then
stood up. My heart was pounding. I reached forward and barely
touched her breast with my fingers. She closed her eyes for a
moment, then looked deep into mine. "Honey," she said.
"Neither one of us has ever done this before, lets learn
together." I looked into her face then reached out and grabbed
her breast fully. It was soft and heavy. I lifted it to my face
and kissed it on the nipple. Her nipples were as delicious as
they had first looked. She stepped back to the bed and lay
down. I moved over on top of her and began devouring her
breast. She reached out and touched my younger firmer breast.
I felt all of the tingles of this morning's jack-off coming
back full force. She wandered further down and found my bush.
When her finger found my clit, I exploded. Right then I had the
best orgasm of my life. She knew exactly the magic movements
that would send me over the edge. When I had done, I knew what
I wanted next. I climbed down her body and parted her cunt lips
with my fingers. She was moist and her clit was high and hard.
I kissed it gently. She moaned, and I began to run my tongue
around it in tight little circles.
Grandma raised her hips up high in the bed, pressing my face
deeper into her pussy. I never imagined a woman could taste so
good. I probed my tongue into her vagina and found no
resistance at all. Boy was she big! She pushed my head back and
said, "With your fingers sweet, please?" I reached one finger
up into her passage, and then two, three, finally all four
before she seemed to be satisfied. I continued to lick her clit
as I plunged my hand in and out of her vagina.
She convulsed, and then screamed as she reached climax. I
continued to gently lick her love spot, and momentarily she
came again. This one was softer, but lasted longer. We lay in
each other's arms for a long time, my grandmother and I.
Finally she opened her eyes again and, breathing heavily said,
"Get my vibrator out of the top drawer, would you sweet"? This
wasn't going to be such a boring vacation after all...
END