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?"
