I sat in the passenger's seat of my father's car, staring out the window at the passing scenery. Carl (my father), and I were on our way to visit Nona and help her with some work around the house. The endless, mundane view seemed to mirror the boredom I knew I was going to suffer through this week.
Let me explain. Nona is my grandmother. Her real name is Florence, but the story goes that when I was a toddler, I called her "Nona," and the nickname stuck. I love my grandmother, and she's okay for a 63 year-old woman, but there isn't anything for a 20 year old to really do in her town. The fact that I was home from college for the summer and should have been spending the time hanging out with friends didn't help the situation. But dad said we had to go help fix some things around Nona's house. You know, do some "men's work," and I couldn't get out of it. Like I said, I love my grandmother.
After a seven-hour drive, we finally arrived at Nona's house. It was a sky-blue two-story home with a front porch and huge backyard. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I could see some of the work my father talked about that needed to be done. The roof, gutters, and even some of the window shutters all needed to be repaired. This was going to be a long week.
Nona came out of the house to meet us. She had on a sundress that was red with black polka dots. It reminded me of a ladybug. It went well with the honey color of her skin. Her hair, which was about half grey and came down to around her ears, was in tight curls.
She came down the front stairs barefoot, the porch creaking slightly with every step. I know I said my grandmother was 63, but she stayed active and looked about ten years younger, especially at times like this when she had a big smile on her face.
"Hey baby," she said, greeting my father with her arms wide open.
"Hi ma," he said, going in for a hug. "How you doing?"
"Oh, I'm fine. I just went grocery shopping so we would have enough food for the next couple of days."
"We could have done that for you once we got here, mama."
"I can still do a lot of things for myself, even if I'm an old woman," she replied, smiling. She released herself from my father's arms and looked over to me. "Now come on over here, Will, and give your Nona a hug."
I walked around the car and wrapped my arms around my grandmother. Pressing myself against her, I caught the hint of roses on her that must have been her perfume. I always felt like Nona gave the best hugs of anyone I knew, and at that moment I didn't care about having to do any housework or any boredom I may have been facing.
"How you doing, Will? How's college coming along?"
"It's going good, Nona. I'm getting A's and B's."
"You better be. I know I have a smart grandson. Have you met any girls yet?" she asked, winking at me. Nona liked doing and saying things that kept people off balance. I often tell people I get my sense of humor and mischievous streak from her.
"No, not really," I answered, trying not to blush.
"Well, get on it! What else do you think college is for?" she said, laughing.
"Mama, you know that boy needs to keep his nose in those books," my father said. He wasn't nearly as silly as my grandmother.
"He's not a boy anymore, and he knows I'm just kidding around with him." She smiled and patted my shoulder. "Now get your things and come inside."
Dad and I decided to rest the first night and wait until the next day to get started on the repairs. Nona cooked us a big dinner of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, peas, gravy, and biscuits. Nona sat across from me at the kitchen table. Even though she is my grandmother, I couldn't help but notice that every so often, as she was reaching for something on the table, she would lean forward a bit and show a little more of her cleavage. It also seemed to me like her feet kept touching mine underneath the table. Maybe Nona was right- maybe I
should
meet a girl and get laid, because my horniness was affecting me.
Nona's house had three bedrooms, the Master and two smaller ones, so my dad and I each got our own room and bed to sleep in. I was changing out of my clothes for the night, my underwear halfway down, when the bedroom door opened and Nona stepped in. Luckily, I was facing away from the door, so all she saw was my rear. I guess that's better than what she could have seen.
"Nona!" I exclaimed, pulling my boxers back up.
"I'm sorry, Will. The door was slightly open and I was just checking to see if you needed anything."
"No. I'm okay, Nona, thank you," I said, turning around to face her. She was wearing a yellow nightgown that came down to her thighs. There was black trim around the waist and breast.
"Alright then. Goodnight sweetie," she said before leaving the room, making sure to pull the door all the way close behind her.
I finished taking off my boxers and slipped under the sheets naked. As I laid my head on the pillow, staring at the ceiling, I wondered if it was my imagination that made me see Nona's gaze lingering below my waist longer than what would have been normal. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but what was certainly real, that I didn't realize at the time, was that Nona's nightgown, while not completely see-through, was sheer enough that I could see the outline of her dark nipples, and also the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I felt my dick twitching a bit underneath the sheets as the scene kept replaying in my mind. I closed my eyes, Nona's departing ass escorting me to sleep.
***
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast wafting through the house. I got out of bed, put on some boxers and a pair of basketball shorts, and padded downstairs to the kitchen. I was greeted by the sight of my grandmother at the stove, making pancakes and bacon. Unlike last night, this time Nona had on a t-shirt and some pants. She was still barefoot, though, as she usually was in the house.
"Good morning, Will," she said, turning to me and smiling. "How did you sleep last night?"
"I slept like a baby, Nona. That bed is so comfortable." I walked over my grandmother and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Do you need any help?"
"As a matter of fact, you can get the orange juice out the fridge while I put the food on the table." Nona used a spatula to put the pancakes on a platter and picked the platter up. I walked over to the fridge, opened the door, and bent over to get the juice. Nona made her way past me to get to the table. As she did, I felt what could only be her pelvis briefly press against my ass when she slid by. I grabbed the juice and turned to put it on the table. That's when I noticed that Nona should have had enough space to slide between me and the table without the contact between us.
Nona was placing the platter on the table. She turned to me and smiled. "Come on, put the juice on the table and sit down."
I picked a chair, and once again Nona sat directly across from me. We shared small talk while we ate, chatting about things like my schooling and basketball, our favorite sport. Occasionally, Nona's feet would graze against mine. When they did, I would look up at her, and she would just keep on going as if nothing had even happened. After this happened a few times, I saw that, underneath her t-shirt, Nona's nipples were beginning to get hard. I had to stop myself from staring at the realization that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Thankfully, my father came downstairs at that moment and joined us at the table. He saved me from what probably would have been an awkward silence. He just sat down, and started up a conversation with Nona. Deciding to see if this was accidental or not, I decided to play along with Nona. The next time her feet touched mine, I lightly brushed my toes over hers. There was a a slight stutter in her words when I did that, but there was no other real reaction that I could see. I don't know how I got through that breakfast without my father noticing anything weird as I played footsies with my grandmother.
After breakfast, my dad and I got to work around the house. We worked pretty much all day, taking brief breaks to rest from the heat and to eat lunch. Whenever Nona came around to talk to me, she would make sure to do things like touch me lightly on the arm, or even bend over in front of me to pick some non-existent object off the floor. I know I shouldn't be looking at her and thinking those thoughts, but I couldn't help but think that Nona was flirting with me. It was confusing, especially because I wasn't immediately turned off by the idea.
After spending all day outside doing manual labor, I had to take a shower. I went upstairs to the bathroom, turned on the water, and stood under the hot water, letting the hot water relax my muscles and wash the sweat of the day away. As I was washing, I heard the bathroom door open.
"Who's there?" I called out?
"It's just me, Will. I have to get something from the medicine cabinet."
"Nona! Couldn't you wait until I was done in the shower?"
"Boy, you act like I haven't seen your naked behind before," she replied. Her use of those words made me remember the night before, and my heart beating a little faster. "You don't have anything I haven't seen before."
"Nona!"
"Alright, alright, I'm going," she said. A few seconds later, I heard the door close again. I finished my shower and turned off the water. I pulled back the curtain, and was shocked as hell to see Nona still standing in the bathroom!
"Nona! What are you still doing here?" I asked. I looked for a towel to cover myself, but I left it on the side of the sink, which was unfortunately right behind Nona. I had to settle for using my hands.
A smirk appeared on Nona's face. "You need to loosen up a little bit, Will," my grandmother said to me. "Don't take life so seriously." She turned and began walking out the door. "Plus, it's not like you have anything to be ashamed of." Even if I hadn't been stunned into silence, she closed the door before I would have been able to reply anyway.
