The meal was simple; baked chicken, potatoes and spinach salad. Delicious and filling, but neither of us overate. It was difficult for me to not rush the meal, and I could tell grandma was having the same difficulty. After dinner we loaded the dishwasher, retired to the living room and we passed each other a joint. Marijuana was legal in Vermont, andI took deep drags on the blunt. The last time I smoked pot, I was in college after having recently been decrimalized in Pennsylvania, but I didn’t have a medical needs card, so for me it was illegal. But when you’re a college student, the last thing you think about is the legality of some things.
After the cigarette was done and the roach tamped out, we went to the bedroom. Any possible inhibitions I might have had gone up in smoke, pun intended. Grandma was the first to strip off the scant clothes she wore, save for her panties. She laid on the bed while I wriggled out of the jeans, pulled the t-shirt over my head and started to pull the underwear to the floor.
“No, leave them on for now. The smell of cum turns me on. Um, I’m assuming thinking of me in bed made you get at least a little juicy.”
“Shut up Grandma,” I said with a grin, “You know how hot you’ve been making me since you picked me up. I have been getting creamy thinking of you for a long time now. And not just today.”
Mima laughed, but then got a sober, smoky expression when she realized I was serious.
“You know, when I hugged you earlier today, I peed my pants a little. I also have been having what I call mini-orgasms since I talked with you about your mom. And it wasn’t your mom I was thinking of. As I mentioned, I was in love with her, and she’ll always be my daughter, but now I have you, and I want you more than you can imagine. Sometimes when I masturbated with just my fingers, I pretended they were on the end of your hand. I hoped someday they would be.”
I laid next to my grandmother and started running a hand over the bare flesh of her breasts, then began kneading them. Then grandma guided a hand to the waistband of her panties. I passed my fingers under the soft material, past the curly pubic hair and into their final destination, a very wet pussy. Grandma gasped as I inserted two fingers inside her, tapping the ball of my index finger against her clitoris.
Granda whispered a moan as I gently played with her love canal. She shivered as I massaged the sopping flesh. I withdrew the hand and coated her nipple with the juice, then sucked the hardened nip. Grandma bit her lip as she enjoyed the suction of my mouth on her salmon aerole.
Suddenly Mima jumped up and told me to take off my panties. When they were on the floor she beckoned me to hand the garment to her. I did so and she took a hard drag and licked the cream. Then she removed her own underwear, threw it at me and told me to smell. I sniffed at the whole garment and was immediately intoxicated by the fragrance of musk mingled with urine and whatever perfume she applied to her lower torso. She grabbed me by the arm, pulled me atop her. We french-kissed, nibbling each other hungrily. Then she muttered something about the best of both worlds, getting up and reaching into her dresser, retrieving panties with what looked like at least a seven inch dildo sewn in. She threw them at me. Sensing what she wanted, I put the dildo panties on while she got on her knees, dropping her chin onto folded hands. I began driving the fabric-covered cock into her snatch. I went inside her to the hilt, then began pumping. But after just a couple of insertions she got up and pulled me onto the bed and began sucking the “dick,” deep-throating it. By time she was done going down on the dildo there was not a drop of cream on it. She licked her lips and said it was far better than any of her exes, both male and female. Then she pulled the panties off me and told me to sit on her face. I hovered above her, pushed my vagina against her lips, then lowering my head to the deep pink, almost red pussy that pulsed below my face.
I inhaled heavily of the fragrant, throbbing flower before I began licking it, injecting my tongue deeply into her, then took the extended nub of hard flesh between my lips and then rubbed my teeth against it before gently biting it. I held the woman’s thighs and felt grandma’s body tense as flashes of seething heat coursed through her, visibly causing her body to convulse.
Grandma’s tongue also wrapped around my clit, causing me to kick my legs back. I had never enjoyed such pleasure, and judging by her reaction to my sucking and nibbling, Mima felt much the same way.
When antalya travesti we had each relished two or three orgasm each, I hopped off Grandma, laid my head on the pillow next to Mima and snuggled up to her, nuzzling her ear and kissing the soft skin.
“That was great, Mima. Thank you,” I whispered hoarsely.
“No, thank you sweetheart. I don’t think I ever had such a good time, even when I was your age. Maybe if I had slept with your mother, it would have been as good, but I don’t think any encounter could be better.”
I smiled and drifted off to sleep, thinking to myself that I had definitely made up my mind. I would stay here with my grandmother.
* * * *
The next day the phone rang. Grandma answered. After a short conversation, which sounded light-hearted at first, Mima’s face turned ashen. She said okay and hung up, her face looking as if she’d just witnessed the shuttle Challenger exploding.
“What’s wrong, Mima?”
“Oh, nothing really dear. It’s just that your brother is coming to visit, maybe to live here in Vermont.”
“Henry?! What about dad?”
“Um, it seems your dad and grandfather had a lot in common. Marvin found some nice piece of ass in Melbourne and left Henry to fend for himself. Then Marvin wound up being robbed and killed by the woman’s boyfriend, or something to that effect. Anyway, Henry will be here in a couple of days. He said he’s hopping on a plane tomorrow, so the day after, I suppose.”
“Wow, grandma. Just wow,” I said, nearly collapsing on the couch.
“Your brother didn’t sound too upset about his father. The kid was just a meal ticket, so when Marvin found some chickadee who he thought would take care of him, Henry didn’t seem so important to him. He got what he asked for, though I am sorry it happened. I feel bad for any victim of a crime.
“But come on babe, we have to prepare that wing of the house. He’ll live here until he gets on his feet,” she continued, grabbing me by the arm. I want to stock the fridge in the kitchenette. If I recall, Henry will want to do much of his cooking.”
There wasn’t much cleaning to do in the new part of the house since I’d only been there a few hours. After the bed was made, grandma said she would be right back. She came back with a pair of her panties and a vibrator along with a small tube of sex lube.
“What’s that stuff for, Mima?”
“The panties are just to let him know what he has missed, and the toy and goo is just in case he gets the urge to fuck himself.”
“Henry likes to do that?”
“Hell yes. When he was visiting before he and your father decided to be damn fools and leave the US, I opened the door to the spare room next to mine (this was before I had the addition built) and saw him sprawled out on the bed sliding a toy in and out of his ass. He was really into it. The boy’s eyes were closed and he looked to be completely immersed in it. I just closed the door and never mentioned it. I am pretty sure he’s not gay, but he obviously enjoyed shagging himself. And the panties, I mean what male doesn’t like the smell of a woman’s underwear?” For that matter, what female doesn’t like the scent of a woman?”
“Won’t he know you tossed that stuff on the bed for him?”
“I think he’ll figure it out. Even though we never talked about what I saw, I think he knows. I didn’t measure his cock, obviously, but it looked to be average maybe a little better than six inches.”
“Did you ever have fantasies of having him?”
“Did you?”
“A couple of times, but most of my fantasies were about you.”
“We could take him together,” she said with her eyes flashing.
“You mean rape him?”
“That’s not what I mean at all. Besides, that’s such a vulgar word. Let’s say we can convince him. And besides, even though it seemed your dad was straight, I think he gave your brother a blowjob now and then. The promise of a good dick-sucking was likely why he agreed to go. After all, Henry was 21 when he left, so it’s not like he had to go with your father.”
“Well, having Henry here would kind of make it a perfect incestuous world.”
“Bet your sweet ass. Henry never admitted as much, but I think he wanted to bang your mother. Come to think of it, I believe he had a thing for me. I could see the fire in his eyes. I’m not sure your mom ever noticed, or ignored it if she did. He may only be average, but if we can teach him that his dick isn’t just for suckin…”
“You don’t think he ever screwed dad?”
“I’m sure your father had a tight hole, but I really doubt it. Your brother did not izmir travesti seem to be the least bit interested. When he chanced to see your father naked, he looked disgusted.”
“How do you know he saw Marvin naked?”
“He walked into the bathroom once when he was taking a shower. He closed the door, blushed and stomped away like he’d seen the Hindenburg burning up. I asked him what was wrong and he just scrunched up his nose and looked askance at the bathroom door. Of course, I never considered Marvin to be worthy of a romp in the hay. He was not an especially handsome man, and he was the last person I would consider having sex with, even when I was so super horny and wanted a cock ramming deep inside me.”
“What about grandpa?”
Mima twisted her lips and muttered something under her breath. I couldn’t comprehend what she said, but the scowl on her face told me it wasn’t good. I just let it go, though the words on her lips seemed to say “fuck him.” And not in a good way.
* * * *
Mima drove to the airport alone, leaving an hour before the plane was scheduled to arrive. She told me to stay home, as she had some thinking to do, and also to hide in the spare room closet when they walked into the house. She said she couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw me.
She dressed more modestly than she had when she picked me up, though not by much. She wore a sundress that flowed freely with a hemline that spoke more of happy-go-lucky grandma then a steaming vixen, but she couldn’t hide her ample breasts and shapely calves, even in the cream colored flats that adorned her feet. She was the vision of comfort with just as hint of sensuality. Or as Waugh would call it “A thin bat’s squeak of sexuality.” I couldn’t see her muscular thighs, but I didn’t need to. I had already tasted what was between them, and almost obsessed with tasting her again and again. And I couldn’t help but wonder how my brother would be in bed. I let my mind wander to a vision of seeing his cock ram into our grandmother. He never called her Mima and grandma, preferring to call her granny. I chuckled to myself that I, too, preferred her, but not in the way one might think. Her panties grew wetter with each thought.
Cassidy made sure to stand as close to the divided picture window and listened carefully for the sporty car to pull up to the garage door. When it finally did, she waited for Mima and Henry to get out, then she sprinted to the closet and hid there until she heard voices in the bedroom. She jarred the door to hear the conversation. Henry’s back was toward the closet, which Cassidy thought was purposeful.
“Gosh granny, it’s so nice to see you. You look good.”
“Thanks, Hen. Sorry about your dad.”
“Yeah, well, he really should have expected it. It’s not safe out there in the world, especially when you look for love online.”
“You seem okay with it, Hen. That’s healthy.”
“I was broken up about it when I heard the news, but after a couple of days I just realized if it would have worked out as he hoped, he would have royally screwed me anyway. To tell the truth, I am not sure why I followed him to Adelaide.”
Grandma’s eyes flashed, but then, in her straigntforward way she blurted out “Wouldn’t have anything to do him sucking you off now and again, would it?”
Henry, or Hen as we called him, grinned and said he’d never allowed dad to do that. I just wasn’t into it. I just went with him on a whim, hoping to find something different. I really missed you and Cassie.
“Speaking of my sister, have you heard from her?”
“You might say that, sweetie,” she said, motioning to me to come out. I tiptoed out. I had on white jeans and a thin wrap-around blouse tied right beneath my boobs that showed off her flat midriff. I put my hands around Henry’s eyes and said “guess who?”
“OMG, Cassie, is that you? It’s been forever. Let me look at you
Before he looked at his sister, Hen looked down at the bed and turned lobster red. “What’s this, granny?”
“Well, gosh Henry, what the hell does it look like?”
“Whose undies?”
“They’re not your sister’s, that’s for sure. Go ahead, pick them up. They’re good and soiled. I took them off this morning after masturbating before I got out of bed. And the other things I thought you might enjoy sliding it into your ass while you sniff my panties.”
I knew the lady was direct, but holy shit, I never her to be this direct, at least not this quickly. I almost scolded her, but caught myself. Mima looked at me with a blithe glare. She mouthed “I love you” with a glint in her eyes. I mouth the phrase back, my pussy squirting a little from the smoke in her gaze.
Rather than blush, he looked at our grandmother with some humor. “How did you know?”
“I know every damn thing that goes on in my house. Besides, I saw your screwing yourself the last time you were over. And damn, what it did to me. I ever do that to you, Hen?”
“Um, er, um, well, you’re my grandmother,” he said, obviously uncomfortable.
“I know who I am, young man, but I know you’re a normal man, and all my parts are fully functioning. Maybe you don’t have the biggest dick, but still, as they say “the size don’t matter.” I assume you know how to use what God gave you. I sure as hell do,” she said, referring to herself as well as, possibly, her grandson.
She pushed him onto the bed and unzipped his trousers, fishing out his hardening manhood. She massaged it until it was stiff as a peg. “Oh my, Hen, it looks like grandma is making her grandson happy,” she said, talking about the bead of pre-cum forming on the head. Do you want to feel this little monster in you first, or do I get first dibs? I, for one, would love to sit on this lad’s face. I can suck him off until he’s ready to unload his delicious wad, or I can let it pop outa my mouth, you can finish the job, making him cum all over Mima. It’s been a long time since I’ve had fresh jizz coating my lips and dripping from my chin.”
I looked at my grandmother, looked at Henry’s cock, then decided. “How about we compromise this time, grandma. I’ll sit upright on his face and you can suck his cock, the pull off, finish the job with a hand job. This way we both get our rocks off.”
“Mmm, I love the way you think, Cassie. How about that, Hen?”
My brother didn’t answer. He seemed petrified, but his erection told me anything was fine with him. I straddled his head and lowered my pulsating flower till I felt his face, then his tongue insert into my vagina.
“See, Hen, isn’t this so much better than anything you can get in Australia? I have been wanting this six inches since before that wretched man tricked you into following him,” my grandmother said while licking the shaft, then took every inch of the manflesh into her mouth.
“Granny, I have been wanting to fuck you for so long,” Henry said as I pulled my ass away from his lips
“Hey, what about your sister?” I said indignantly.
“You too, you little tart,” he said as he grasped my hips and pulled me back to his lips. “And I have always loved the smell of your cunt,” he said as I again popped up. I used to watch you masturbating in your panties, and when you retired for the night, I went to the laundry basket and sniff at the crotch. Then I would jerk off with them around my cock.”
“Really? Mommy never asked me why they were sticky or stiff if a few days had gone by till she did the wash.”
“That’s cause she knew and didn’t want to embarrass me. I don’t think she ever figured out how much it would turn me on if you knew.”
“Fuck that does turn me on,” I said as I again dropped my ass to his face, rubbing forward and backward, doing my best to fuck his nose.
Grandma stopped sucking and watched me get off on Henry’s face “OMG Cassie, that is so fricking hot. I honestly never thought about fucking someone’s nose. I have wanted to fuck your nipples, but… Wow. That’s hot.” I wouldn’t mind having you sit on Grandma’s face and let me get off on the sweet fragrant snatch. And maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you lick my ass.”
“Oh Mima, you’re such a whore,” I said, making to smile broadly so she knew I was joking.
“You bet I am. But only for you and your big brother with his, um, bite-size cock,” she said, laughing, but not in a mean way.
My brother blushed, but he grabbed her face to pull her back to his erect flesh. Grandma wasn’t so bothered by Henry’s size that she refused to go down on him again. In fact, she later told me that he really knew exactly how to use that dick like someone much more generously endowed.
I laid back and watched the blowjob. And as advertised, just before he blew his stack she pulled off him, but to my surprise she pulled me down from my perch and commanded me to jerk my brother off. I wrapped a hand around the throbbing shaft and pumped it, feeling the cum building from his nuts. She told me to let his cum coat my face. This was exactly what she’d said she wanted to feel earlier, but she held my head down, looking directly at the pee hole until my jerking him off had the desired effect. Hot gushes spurt out of Henry’s cock right onto my face. I opened my mouth to catch some of the milky liquid, while the remainder coated my cheeks, dripped from my chin and generally made a mess.
Then grandma told me to lay on my back next to my brother. The fun was really about to start.
