My name is Emerald Watkins. My friends call me Emmy and have done since I was a girl. That was a long time ago. I'm now 64 years old and live alone since I divorced my useless husband over 15 years ago. I had done well out of the divorce and was living very comfortably, so I had no need for a man to be living with me on a full-time basis. I like being on my own, it gives me time and space to enjoy my secret life. You see, I just love sex. Over the years, I've experimented with all kinds of sex. You name it and I've tried it; probably more than once. The only thing I hadn't tried was incest. Not that I hadn't thought of it. A woman of my nature surely thinks about that and I had many times.
That started to change about a month ago. I noticed that my grandson was visiting more often than was normal for him. Always on his own and never when his mother would come. He would always show up in the early evening, normally about 7pm when he knew I'd be down in my studio doing my work-out. He never seemed to have a reason, just some lame excuse that he was just checking in on me on his nightly run. This could have been true, but I was getting the feeling that this wasn't the case. I was definitely getting the feeling that my young grandson was thinking with his dick. I set out to test this theory and it all came to a head yesterday, in more ways than one.
Jason, my grandson is over six feet tall and about two hundred pounds. A handsome lad of 22, with thick black hair and the looks of a model. I knew that he was always in the presence of young girls and was never without one on his arm. Why he was interested in me was a little mystifying, but then I thought, why not, I'm still an attractive woman and still had the goods to have a very good pick of men. But to have one so young being attracted to me was a pleasing thought. Even if he was my grandson.
If Jason followed his normal routine, he would arrive at around 7.30pm. I was waiting in my small studio waiting. I had a plan in mind. If my suspicions were found valid, I would be on the phone to my assistant Janice. She is the only other person who knows about my secret life and love of sex. Actually, she's probably as nasty as I am. Although, incest had never ever been bought up between us. Not that we had frank talks about sex. She is just another plaything for me, even though she's my employee. But she does eat a nice pussy and she just loves mine.
Janice is also much more technical than I am. I would have her bring one of the mini cams with her and install it in my bathroom. Jason always needed to use the loo before he left. And I had a good idea what he was up to in there.
I heard the back door open at 7.15pm and then his call. I slipped out of my sweat shirt and struck a pose on the mat. By the time he reached the door, my back was arched off the floor, my feet and hands beneath me and my pussy was directed at him. Although I was wearing tight yoga shorts, you couldn't fail to see my camel toe.
I smiled as I heard his sharp intake of breath. I couldn't see him from this position, but I knew I had him hooked. He wasn't going to look away until I changed position. I held it for a little while longer then let myself drop down onto my back. Sitting up, I looked at him. I could see the beginnings of a hard-on showing. I had the feeling I could take him there and then, but unlike my normal practice, I wanted to play. We chatted for a little while. If he followed his normal routine, he wouldn't stay long. He'd soon say his goodbyes, telling me he was just going to use the toilet and be gone until tomorrow.
15 minutes later he said his goodbyes and made his way to the bathroom. This time I followed. I silently crept towards the door and pressed my ear to it. Sure enough, the randy sod was in there stroking himself off. And wouldn't you know it, he was even murmuring my name. "fucking hell grandma, your so fucking sexy. God, I want to fuck you so fucking bad." I moved away. My suspicions had been confirmed. I made my way back down to my studio and called Janice.
"Janice, I need you to come round here."
"Why Emmy? Is something wrong?"
""No, nothings wrong. I just need you here right now. Oh, and bring two of those mini-cams we had in the warehouse earlier this year. I have a little job for you."
"Oh, ok. I'll be right over."
The plan was simple. I'd get Janice to place the two mini-cams. One in my room and one in the bathroom. I wasn't really concerned about where she placed the one in my bedroom, figuring, by the time I got him in there he wouldn't be looking around for any cameras. But the one in the bathroom would need to placed completely out of sight. I certainly didn't want to scare him off.
In reality, I could of left this until the next day, but with Jason still up in my bathroom, still no doubt wanking his lovely young cock off, I was feeling a little horny and my young assistant would fit the bill nicely. Janice, is 24 and extremely sexy. Not just to look at, but her mannerisms and talk just ooze sex. Since I employed her over two years ago we've spent many a night and day fucking each other. I was always left completely satisfied by her adoration and sexual prowess.
Minutes later I heard Jason shout goodbye. I went up to the bathroom to see if I could find any evidence, but none was left to be found. The boy had cleaned up nicely. As I looked around the room I looked up at the vent where I wanted Janice to hide the camera. I pondered what else I could do to make this movie a little more exciting and then it came to me. My wash basket is in my room. I live on my own, so I'd normally strip naked in the bedroom and walk across to the bathroom. The next day, Jason would find a new addition to the bathroom, with a nice smelling thong sat on the top.
I stood in my bathroom, my thoughts running rampant as I thought about the next evening and Jason stood in front of my toilet bowl, pulling on his hard young cock as he smelled my smelly thong. I don't know how long I'd been stood there. Long enough for my already hard nipples to become ridiculously harder and my already soaked through, tight gym shorts to become sticky with my excretions.
I was still stood there when I heard Janice's little sports car come up the driveway. I smiled. Janice wouldn't be going anywhere tonight. If I know Janice as well as I thought I did, then she wouldn't be expecting to go anywhere.
Janice has worked for me as my personal assistant for the past two years. As soon as I saw her, I had to make her mine. It seems as she thought the same thing and we were soon down to our thongs and stockings rolling around my bed. I love everything about her. Not that I tell her that, but I do. For a woman she turns me on like no other woman ever has. I love to call her my little doll because that's what she reminds me of. She's a dainty little thing. But the two things that aren't dainty are the blimps on her chest. Not as big as mine, but on her small frame they look enormous. DD's, where mine are F's, but proportionately they look the same. On top of this, her long legs and an incredible butt she looks amazing. As she dresses to please, especially for me, she's everything I could want in a female lover. I can't tell you the amount of times I've spent at my desk watching her move around the office with my long nails beneath my thong, diddling my clit.
