-- She lay in my arms, gently caressing my chest, laying soft gentle kisses on my neck and shoulders, her long graying hair cascading across my shoulder and arm. I lay in a slight daze, not just because I had cum, but because the woman oozing my cum from between her wrinkled pussy lips was my great grandmother. Her warm, saggy breasts moved slightly against the side of my chest, a feeling I thoroughly enjoyed as I lay there. She had been a wonderful lay, but with my young age and inexperience, any woman was a wonderful lay. --
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I will not apologize for changing the names of the following people, I don't want to embarrass anybody. However, the rest of the story is true. The people involved are me and my Grammy. At the time I'd just turned 18 and was a pretty big boy at about 6-2 or so, still kind of skinny like most late teens, reddish brown hair, big hands and feet that Dad said matched my body and meant that I still had some growing to do while Momma just grinned with hidden amusement. It wasn't until much later that I connected the two -- you know big hands plus big feet equal . . . well, you've heard the myth.
Grammy is my Great Grandmother Tessa Maria. She was 85 at the time and about 5-3 or so, brown eyes and still a very pretty lady in spite of her wrinkles and saggy skin. She was a very slender woman with breasts about an average C-cup, so I'd say she wore about a 30-C bra, maybe a little smaller, I never thought to check. Her hair, surprisingly, was only just beginning to gray and was mostly black. When we'd admire it, she'd say that she'd always been too busy to pay any attention to the color, so it was slow getting there and she'd laugh. Grandpa Daniel was a little taller than her and stoop shouldered from all his years of hard work. His hair was all white -- no such thing as gray with him. Grand-dad Alvin, his son, had taken over most of the running of the ranch, but it didn't operate at half the capacity it used to because he also ran the local textile mill as the Operations Manager.
Like I said, it was the Christmas of my 18th year that, to me, turned out to be the best time I ever had with Grammy Tessa at her and Grandpa's place. The two were my Gramma Jenna's parents. They owned roughly 200 acres in the Texas pan-handle, a beautiful sprawling single level compound. I am Granddad Alvin's Grandson from their youngest child. Dad, Mica, is Granddad Alvin's only child, Gramma Jenna had internal problems so she never had any more kids. Grammy Tessa, like I said, was around 85 at the time and Grandpa Daniel was about the same age.
That was roughly 23 years ago and both Grammy Tessa and Grandpa Daniel have been laid to rest, Gramma Jenna and Grand-dad Alvin are still alive, but we had to put them in a nursing home for better medical care. Gramma Jenna has liver and heart problems and needs regular dialysis and Granddad Alvin is in a similar condition. My mother and father died in an airplane crash so I thought it would be safe enough to talk about things now. Like I said, my 18th Christmas was my most memorable and, very probably, my most incestuous Christmas.
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My girlfriend had broken up with me a week before we went on Christmas break at college. Seems the hot-shot half-back had made a move on her and she was hot-fer-his bod. I got so bad off that I flunked two of my mid-year finals. Granted they were my hardest subjects, but I still would have passed them if I hadn't been so down. We were going to Grandpa Daniel's ranch for Christmas, like usual, but Mom wanted to get me away from Rochelle sooner to put her out of my mind so, at her insistence, I got Grammy Tessa on the phone and she said she'd love it if I could come up early, besides she needed some help with a few chores around the place getting ready for the relatives coming. Adding that their two hired hands would be gone for over a week and she could use a strong back around the ranch. I laughed at that, feeling good for the first time in a couple of weeks. She had treated me as if I were a grown man since the age of 12 and it pleased me. I didn't know how much of a grown man she thought me until . . . well, I'll get to that later, I guess.
I took a quick red-eye flight from Atlanta to Dallas-Fort Worth caught a short commuter hop to . . . I better not say, it would label it too closely. Anyway, Grandpa Daniel and Grand-Uncle Mikell, my Grandpa Daniel's youngest son, picked me up at the little airport before my greenish complexion had faded. Damn, those little Cessna 411's can sure rock. Grandpa fed me some saltine crackers and cold water and, by the time were half-way to the house, I was feeling a whole lot better.
We had a great time the last part of the way back from the little airfield, stopping off at a local tavern. They were open early and selling alcoholic beverages already -- at 9 in the morning! They had a couple of beers each and I had a root-beer and a ham and egg sandwich. The bartender offered me a beer, my choice of beverage in college, but all three of them laughed when I shook my head and said that it was too early for me. Grand-Uncle Mikell paid up and 15 minutes or so later, we arrived at the house. We had a good visit before Grammy Tess sent me off to bed to get a good nap.
I woke up that night at about 2 or 3 in the morning and looked out to see a light snow coming down. I grinned happily, I love snow. I guessed we'd be having a white Christmas and jumped back into bed, and back to sleep.
I was up early, all slept out as I later told Grammy, quickly washed up and went into her wonderful smelling kitchen. She may have been a small woman, but she was a busy little thing. She fixed me some breakfast and told me to go play in the new snow while I could, that it looked like a storm moving in.
Grandpa came out after he had his breakfast and we had a mild snowball fight. He laughed and said that his arm was getting weaker-- after he buried me in a flurry of snowballs. It was a great couple of days. We got in the pickup and ran a check of the livestock, to make sure they were well-protected and we had a great time. The jack-rabbits were easily visible and we bagged four with the old shotgun. That was enough for us, we weren't out to massacre the entire herd. Grammy wouldn't touch them until we had them cleaned and ready to go in the pot and even that was fun. Grand-Uncle Alvin arrived later with Grand-Aunt Rose and one of their grand-kids, Bo. He and I were old pals from way back and didn't get to see each other much these days. We had a great time, cutting up and doing some chores together while the old folks discussed their high finances and working plans -- the ranch's income and budget and the sale of some livestock they had in the works.
I guess all of this gives you a basic idea of my family and the way we interacted. We weren't the average dysfunctional family, I mean, there are no families that aren't dysfunctional in some way or another, but well . . . Anyway, things went along pretty nice until the following Friday morning.
I came awake to a lot of noise and loud talking -- serious loud-talking. I jumped out of bed and ran out of the room to see what was going on. An orange-vested volunteer fireman accidentally knocked me back into the wall. One of the firemen was on top of a gurney, kneeling astraddle Grandpa, pumping on his chest, another was running alongside squeezing a bag and pumping air into his lungs. I picked myself up and the fireman glanced at me and said, "sorry, kid," as they kept on rolling Grandpa to the ambulance. Grand-Uncle Mikell came rolling up as the ambulance rolled away with Grandpa Dan. We all got into his pickup and drove out to the county hospital, but by the time we got there, an emergency helicopter had already picked Grandpa up and flown him out to Lubbock.
It was a pretty long trip from where we lived to Lubbock, but Grammy was ready to go. Grand-Uncle Mikell wasn't about to travel that far and managed to talk her down telling her that my Grand-Uncle Alvin was already on the way there, saying that good or bad, Grandpa was in the hands of the doctors and the Good Lord and that there was nothing we could do. He brought us home and stayed with us until morning, then, saying that he had to get his people working he left. ❣ ❤ ❣
"You're not leaving, are you?" Grammy turned to me after Grand-Uncle Mikell left.
I shook my head wordlessly.
"Thank you, you're a good boy," she nodded and patted my hand.
She did a half-hearted job of cooking and cleaning that day, until Grand-Uncle Mikell showed up early that afternoon with some good news, Grand-Uncle Alvin had called and said that Grandpa was going to be okay, but that they were going to keep him a few days and adjust his medications -- but otherwise he was okay. Grammy had been leaning on me and literally dropped into my arms in relief. I held her tight and Grand-Uncle Mikell helped me walk her to Grandpa's big easy chair. I sat with her since she wouldn't let me go until she roused herself. She thanked Grand-Uncle Mikell and picked up where she'd left off in her house cleaning and cooked up a good supper. Grand-Uncle Mikell left soon after supper, saying that he just wanted a good night's sleep. I told him not to worry, I'd look after Grammy. He grinned and slapped me on the back.
Grammy cleaned up and she and I sat up pretty late that night, talking until early in the morning. As she leaned against me, my arm around her skinny little shoulders, she told me stories about her and Grandpa Daniel and the life they'd lived. She finally apologized for keeping me up so late, straightening up slightly, but never pulling out from under my arm. I pooh-poohed the hour and told her that I had enjoyed it, and I really had. She smiled up at me then took a deep breath as if about to ask me something, but held back, twining her small fingers through my big ones. She made several other false starts and I waited patiently. Whatever it was, was important to her so I watched her and lifted one of her hands to my lips. I really loved my Grammy, her nearness, warmth and faint lilac scent turned me on and I half-fell into my fantasy of making love to her, feeling her soft, aging body against mine. Finally, as I held her fingers up to my face she spoke, hesitantly at first.
