Falling For My Grandmother

Author's note: This is my first attempt at posting any type of fiction. It is unedited except by me so any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

This is just the first part of this story. I decided to cut it off here and take it day by day instead if all at once. This part basically introduces the characters and has very little and relatively mild sex scenes at the end. It gets better in subsequent parts I promise.

Caution: This story contains incestuous sex between a 23 year old grandson and his 60 year old grandmother.

It had been 13 days since I had been awarded my MBA and I couldn't wait to get back to the ranch. The first five days I had spent with my parents in the suburbs Greensboro NC. The next week had been at the lake camping with my, now former, classmates.

For as long as I can remember I had spent every school but one on the ranch. It had been in the family for four generations and was more home to me than my parents' McMansion. GDaddy had died of cancer two years before and left it trust for me. I would inherit all of it when my grandmother, GiGi, passed.

The first thing I noticed when I came through the mudroom door was the sound of a softly playing old country song. The second thing I noticed was a well formed, muscular, and definitely feminine ass and thighs gently swaying in time to the music through the inner door window. These works of art were exposed when the short robe their owner wore had ridden up when she bent to get something from a kitchen cabinet. I think I even saw a hint of hair visible between those awesome thighs.

It might have been five seconds or five minutes before I mentally slapped myself.

"Hey, asshole! That's GiGi's ass! Stop staring, you perv."

"That's not GiGi's ass, damn it. GiGi is thicker than that and there is no way she has tattoos on her ass," I told myself.

"Who the fuck else would have the ranch brand tattooed on her ass?" my reasonable self argued. In fact there were two tattoos on that ass. The right cheek sported a replica of the ranch brand and the left was a horseshoe and maybe a rose. I couldn't make it out.

"Fuck!"

I surrendered to the logic of my inner voice and backed away from the window. As quietly as I could I opened the outer door the closed it a bit harder than necessary.

"GiGi, its Kyle." I yelled as I noisily dropped my duffle bag and sat down to take off my boots. I waited as long as I thought I could get away with then walked into the kitchen.

GiGi, or whoever had been there was gone. Looking around I noticed a half bottle of red wine on the table and an empty pot on the stove.

"GiGi? It's Kyle," I yelled again.

I heard a rustling from the den and GiGi appeared now dressed in dark blue satin pajamas and the same short robe.

"Kyle, this is a surprise. I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow."

"I came in a early. I know tomorrow is moving day and I wanted to be here to help with the herd." Moving day was what GDaddy had always called the days we moved the cattle to a different pasture.

"Damn, GiGi!" I exclaimed, "You look fantastic."

She did, too. She had always been tall and beautiful. It had been almost two years since I had seen her and she had lost at least 30 pounds. Before she had been "corn fed" thick now she had soft muscular curves in exactly the right places. Even at 60 years old she could easily pass for 35 or 40.

"Thank you," she said. "Once I switched from meat and potatoes every night the pounds just melted away."

I sat my bag on the floor and took her in my arms. I could feel the muscles under her robe. I also made note of her unrestrained breast press against my abdomen and had felt another tingle in my Wranglers.

"Easily 34Cs. Maybe Ds," popped into my head, followed immediately by a mental head slap.

"STOP IT! That's GiGi, ya fucking jerk!" I chided myself.

"I was just about to reheat some leftover chili," she said.

"I would kill for a bowl of your 'Ranch hand Red,' and is that cornbread I smell? "

"It is. Now run along and put your things in your room. It will be ready by the time you get back."

Following orders I picked up my gear and headed to my room in the back of the house. Fifteen minutes later I came back just as she was setting the table.

During supper we finished the rest of the wine and talked about school, my job at the gym, the ranch, her garden, and gossiped about the neighbors. By the time we finished and cleaned up it was time to call it a day. Life on the ranch starts at 5 a.m. seven days a week.

I woke in the middle of the night with a painfully hard erection and fragments of a dream still in my head. I had been fucking GiGi in the stables. I had her bent over a hay bale, jeans and white cotton panties pulled down to her knees. I alternated between smacking her ass, using the tattoos as targets and pulling her cheeks apart so I could see her tight hairy pussy gripping my cock. Before my brain could catch up, my cock was in my hand. Fifteen seconds later I shot jets of cum shot all over my t-shirt all the way to my throat.

It took another minute for my logical brain to catch up with the situation. I jumped out of bed and ripped my shirt off, using the inside to wipe the cum from my neck. I angrily threw it toward the hamper in the corner then the argument in my head started.

"What the fuck was that?" good me yelled in my head.

"I didn't have any control over that," bad me replied.

"Do you know how perverted you have to be to beat-off to your own grandmother?"

"You didn't have any issues when it was Jose's grandmother."

Jose's grandmother had been a famous actress in Mexico in her teens and early 20s. She had married a wealthy oil man at 22 and had one son who gave her one grandson. She was vain about her appearance, had personal trainers, dietitians, a chef, and time to work out. Her hard work was obvious, she was stunning and she knew it. She had thrown a graduation party at their 8 bedroom lake house the weekend after we had been awarded our baccalaureate degrees. She had insisted he invite all of us so she could meet the men that had helped "Nieto" so much. She had spent the weekend prancing around in a thong bikini, laying out on the dock, and probably sleeping with one or more of guys friends.

"That wasn't YOUR grandmother."

"You're just jealous because you didn't hook up with her that weekend."

"I think she only had eyes for Will," bad me snapped.

Will was the surfer dude in our group. All the girls swooned over him. Tall, tan, unruly long blond hair, with a surfboard and palm tree tattoo on his forearm.

"Besides, even Jose said he would if he knew he wouldn't lose his inheritance."

From appearances it looked like she was willing. She was always touching him, flirting, making subtle innuendos, or bending over in front of him to pick up an empty bottle.

"So. Now you see I'm not the only one," bad me continued.

"Look, I can see you are not going to listen to me about this. Go ahead and ogle your grandmother and beat-off but I absolutely forbid you to try anything. GiGi's not that kind of girl and you will lose everything, including her, if you step out of line," good me conceded.

I slept fitfully the rest of the night and groaned when my alarm went off at 5:00. By 5:10 I was dressed and headed to the coffee pot. GiGi was already in the kitchen, still in her pajamas but minus the robe. She slid me a cup across the island. The motion caused her breast to sway under the soft satin top. Taking her own cup we toasted and sipped.

"Regular Monday?" I asked.

"Yep, Breakfast is at 6:30 as usual."  By 5:25 I was headed to the stables to tend the horses.

At 6:30 the crew showed up. Big Rob, the father, had to be 70 at least. He had worked for the ranch for almost 50 years and had been foreman for most of his life. His wife had died in a car accident long before I was born. His son, Lil Rob, was in his 40s. Lil Rob was one of the smartest people I have ever met. He knew everything about everything mechanical, the type that reads technical manuals for entertainment. There was nothing he couldn't fix. He was also quiet and socially awkward. He had dropped out of high school as soon as he was 16 and still lived in the foreman's house with his dad.

Monday and Tuesday were much like every other day on the ranch. Moving the herd, fixing fences, tending horses. I was in paradise.

Wednesday is market day. I was up at 5:00 and in the barn by 5:30. After the horses were turned out and I finished with the other morning chores I washed up and went to the kitchen for breakfast. The kitchen smelled of frying bacon and fresh hot biscuits and I was famished. After we ate, I loaded GiGi's truck with gross of fresh eggs, a couple of baskets of spring vegetables, and three coolers of beef while GiGi went to get dressed. Wednesday is market day and GiGi always dresses for the market.

By 7:30 I had saddled Bruce and was about to ride off when GiGi came out and took my breath away. She was wearing a form fitting western style corn flour blue dress with a brown leather belt that accentuated her tiny waist. She had won the buckle when she was in high school at the regional championship. Her black hair was braided and tied with a large matching bow. She topped everything off with a large sun hat, custom roper boots, and lace gloves. A proper rancher's lady going to market.

I looped Bruce's reins through the fence rail and came up to wish her a safe trip.

"GiGi, you look spectacular. Maybe I should come with you to keep someone from stealing you away."

"You're such a flatterer. I'm an old lady, nobody is going to want to steal me," she giggled.

"GiGi, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You're also one of the most important things in my life."

"Oh, just give me a kiss and get to work. That manure pile is not going to move itself."

I ducked under her broad brim hat and just as I was about to kiss her cheek Bruce snorted, startling me. This caused me to miss my aim and accidentally (I swear) peck her lips.

"Sorry, it was the horse," I stammered.

"It's not like I haven't been kissed before," laughing at my embarrassment.

I opened her truck door and ushered her inside before going to work. My mind wandered as I rode the fence and used old tractor to move the manure pile to a spot in the tree line about a quarter mile away. My inner voices continued to argue, just in a more civil tone. I couldn't deny the feelings that were growing inside. I had always loved GiGi, had always thought her pretty and smart and fun. I still felt those things but now a different type of emotion had started to blossom.

By the time I had showered and changed Gigi had returned. I checked the back of her truck and found two cases of beer and another of wine. I put the beer in the cooler on the back porch and the wine in the barn on the wine rack.

Gigi had her back to me putting things in the cupboard when I came up behind her to kiss her and ask about her day. Instead of letting me peck her cheek she turned her face and her lips met mine once more. This kiss was slightly more than a simple peck. It lasted maybe a full second but definitely more than a peck. Gigi made a noise in her throat that I couldn't make out.

"What was that," I asked.

"Nothing, Kyle. I just said 'Oops, we did it again.'"

"I guess we'll just have to be more careful in the future," I joked.

When the groceries are put away Gigi went up to change and I began chopping vegetables for a salad.

After dinner we tried to watch a show but neither of us was very interested. By 8:30 we were ready to go to bed. I stood and offered GiGi my hands to help her up. When I leaned in to kiss her cheek she held my face and kissed me. The kiss was one filled with love not passion.

"Goodnight, son. Sleep well," she said.

"Goodnight, GiGi," I responded. We went to our rooms as another day at the ranch ended.

The next morning was just like every other. The kitchen smelled of frying pork and fresh biscuits this time mixed with the aroma of onions, garlic, and other things. GiGi was at the stove again dressed in baggy jeans and a tight tank top that showed off her toned back and arms with her hair loose down her back.

"Morning, GiGi. Smells like spaghetti tonight," I observed as I came up to her.

"Good morning, son. How did you sleep?"

"OK. Not great. Guess the storm coming in has me a little stressed." In fact I had hardly slept at all. The softness of her lips touching mine, the smell of her skin, and the feel of her breast against my stomach Had lingered well past midnight.

When she turned to face me I didn't hesitate and kissed her. She paused for a heartbeat and good me immediately chided "Now you've fucked up royally."  I could almost hear her make up her mind, then she returned the kiss. It was still chaste but there was a hint of potential. "No bra again today," bad me noted.

I spent the day finishing storm preparations with the other hands. Lil Rob serviced the natural gas generator, made sure the batteries were charged, and filled every vehicle fuel tank.

We didn't even try to watch anything that after dinner. GiGi sat on one end of the leather sofa and began reading as she sipped a nice sweet red. I briefly scanned the row of books on the shelf and settled on an old Louie L'Amour, poured two fingers of Jack Daniel's in a rocks glass, and sat on the other. We passed the next hour in a comfortable silence, broken only by the music of crickets and frogs outside, and the occasional page turning.

GiGi got up to get another glass of wine from the kitchen. When she sat back down I looked over and noticed that her robe had come off her leg and her pajama shorts had ridden up enough to expose half of the tattoo on her right cheek.

"GiGi, you got a tattoo?" I asked in as shocked a tone as I could manage.

She glanced at her hip then pulled the robe back in place, tucking the loose flap between her knees.

"Yes," she said matter of factly, "Your grandfather and I both got one for our fifth wedding anniversary. We had gone to Nashville for the weekend and had a couple of drinks that afternoon. Next thing ya know some guy is jabbing needles in my butt. Your grandfather had a matching one in his left cheek. Besides, you have your share and you're not even 25 yet."

"GiGi, you were 18 when you married GDaddy. You were 23 on your fifth anniversary. And that statement implies there are more somewhere else."

"Actually there are three others," she said as she stood. She dropped her robe, turned and showed me the horseshoe and rose in her left cheek.

"This is a memorial tattoo I got after your grandfather passed. I grieved for 6 months then I decided that I had to get back to living and got it so he would always be with me to remind me to live as much as possible."

She turned her back to me and pulled her shirt half way up her back. "Damn what an ass!" bad me noted. I recognized it as Chinese grass writing from a course I had taken but had no idea what it meant.

"What's it say," I asked.

"Something along the lines of 'True peace can only be found when one accepts one's true nature,' or so I'm told."

"Why did you get that?"

"Thats a story for another time, if ever. It's personal and I don't think I'll be sharing it with you," she answered.

"You said four. Where and what is the other one?" I pushed.

"Again, it's personal and I ain't sharing that either."

"Well fine," I snorted with a grin. "Be that way." I picked up her robe and stood, holding it open for her to put back on. Instead she just took it in one hand and pulled me in with the other. There was more fire in this kiss and we held it a little longer than before.

Eventually she pushed away, and wishing me goodnight, strode to her end of the house. I shamelessly admired her as she disappeared.

"What an ass," followed by a mental head smack.

Between the bourbon and the lack of sleep the night before I was asleep within minutes of laying down.

I slept peacefully through the night and woke rested and ready Friday morning. The morning chores were done and I was sipping coffee and captivated by the sight of GiGi's hips swaying gently to the music coming from the radio, once again encased in tight stretch Wranglers. It was moving day and she was dressed for riding.

Moving the herd took a little longer than expected. Everyone was tense and preoccupied and the cows and horses could sense it.

It was late by the time we returned to the ranch house. We dismounted in front of the stables and I held out my hand for her reins. A spark shot through me when our gloved hands touched. GiGi must have felt it too because her eyes were huge and blazing blue when she met my gaze.

"I'm going to start things in the kitchen and take a shower," she said quietly.

"I'll be in shortly," I responded.

She started to turn away but stopped and stepped closer. She pulled me in for a soft gentle kiss, the kind of kiss lovers exchange just because, then headed for the house.

I was mesmerized by the sway of her hips. Was there an extra wiggle?My mind was so preoccupied that it took me almost an hour to settle the horses in and shower and shave. (Both GDaddy and my father had been Marine Corps officers and being clean shaven was a requirement) I slipped on a pair of gym shorts and tank top and headed towards the house.

GiGi was in the kitchen and seemed to have given up any pretense at the direction our relationship was moving. She was wearing a knee length dark blue satin gown and, I suspected, nothing else. Her hair was still damp and hung below her shoulder blades but still revealed several inches of her tattoo as it disappeared below the V of her gown.

Her breast bounced playfully when she came up to hug me, her arms around my neck. I returned the hug, putting my hand low on her back, confirming my suspension.

"The pasta is almost done. It's just leftovers. It's been a long day and I don't feel like cooking."

"Leftovers are fine GiGi. You know I love your marinara."

"Welcome home, son," she said then kissed me then told me to set the table and pour the wine while she served the food.

We spent the next 30 minutes picking at our food and trying to make small talk. The tension in the air was thick, both of us seemingly wanting the same thing but neither of us brave enough to act.

"Not hungry?" GiGi asked.

"Yes, I am. It must be the storm. I've been distracted all day and everything seems out of sorts," I said.

"I understand, moving day always kinks me up too. When you add in the storm, I guess I'm too knotted up to eat."

"Since this isn't going anywhere why don't you toss this stuff in the compost bucket and I'll pour us a drink. Maybe that will help us relax."

"Sounds good. I'll meet you in the den."

She was standing by the sideboard when I walked in. By this time her hair had dried to a sexy frizzy mess, and she was gorgeous, backlit by the dark gray sky beyond the enormous window. There were two glasses dark with bourbon already poured into the antique crystal GDaddy always cherished. I don't ever remember GiGi drinking bourbon before.

GiGi didn't move, she just handed me a glass, stared into my eyes and asked "I'm your grandmother, Kyle, are you sure you want to do this?"

"GiGi, you are a beautiful, sexy woman. I haven't thought of anything else since I got here."

With that she kissed me, a kiss full of passion and, lust? Maybe. Without another word she drank her bourbon in one gulp, pulled the straps from her shoulders, and let her gown fall to the floor. Without looking back she walked towards her bedroom. A second later I shot the bourbon in my glass and followed her.

GiGi was standing by her bed looking at the door. I walked slowly to her, my eyes taking in every detail revealed by the soft light of the bedroom lamp.