The house was in its usual chaos. My kid brothers and sisters were always scrambling to get ready, to get dropped off somewhere or my mother was scrambling to go pick them up. Dance, sports, band, so-and-sos house. Today mom was bopping from kitchen to living room and up the stairs shouting orders, questions and reminders. I was on the couch, weekend bag next to me, watching U-M getting abused on the football field. My dad was at work, doing an extra weekend shift to keep us afloat.
"God, where are they?" My mom said, looking out the window at the wet, leaf blown driveway.
"It's OK Mom," I said. "You need to relax."
"Thanks so much for doing this again. I know you don't like going there but your Grandma really appreciates it. So does Aunt Suzie. You don't know how much it means to them and how they talk about you."
I smiled. "It's cool. They can remember me in the will."
"Smart ass," she said. My kid brother shouted from upstairs. My mom turned her back and marched. "WHAT!?"
After a few minutes my Grandma Cheryl peeked the front door open. "Hellloooo..."
"Come on in Grandma," I said, standing. She walked in bearing shopping bags of foods, gifts and treats. My Aunt Suzie was behind her closing the door to the October wind. My Grandma Cheryl was 64, about 5'8 with short spikey, dyed blonde hair. She was curvy and thick, breasts about 40D, big wide ass and legs, belly wrapped by her long leather coat. Her fine-lined blue eyes sparkled, looking into mine. She was made up just enough. Her skin had a slight bed tan. We hugged and cheek kissed. "Hi Ricky, so nice to see you." Her lovely teeth were whiter than mine.
I stepped over to hug Aunt Suzie, Grandma Cheryl's younger sister at 58. Suzie was about 5'9 and even thicker and softer then Grandma Cheryl. Her 44 E breasts hung low on her belly, with a round and booming ass to go with them. She kept her long red hair colored with a shock of grey in front, playful blue eyes behind her glasses, held tight by high cheekbones. Her milky white, wide face usually in a closed lipped smile. She wore a similar long black leather. Looking like exactly what she was - a school teacher. Her cool, soft, red-nailed hand touched my face. "Hello Ricky. Ready to spend a weekend with the old ladies?"
I was about to answer when my Mom and two of the kids bounded in with hello's and a crash of voices. We all headed into the kitchen to sort out the goodies. Pies and cakes, socks for my brother and a part of my sister's Halloween costume. Everyone chatted and caught up. I finished my water, watching, filling in when asked, waiting to get on the road.
"So what's on the agenda for him this weekend?" my Mom asked.
"Oh, we've got to put the storm windows in, clean the gutters, get all of my winter stuff out of the attic," My Grandma said. "But I'm going to cook a great dinner for him."
"And I need some things taken care of on Sunday. But all I have is cash," Aunt Suzie said.
Aunt Suzie lived alone in a condo a few miles up to road from Grandma Cheryl. After my Grandfather died two years ago she still insisted on living in the house, about two hours drive from us. My father worked too much, not allowing him time get up there, so I was drafted to spend the weekend every month or so to take care of whatever chores she or Aunt Suzie couldn't handle. It was a nice rural area and I enjoyed getting away from the city. I'd just turned 19 and Monday was an off-day for my college classes.
"I can be bought," I said.
"I know that's right," Aunt Suzie said, winking at me.
We said our goodbyes and I grabbed my bag to head for Grandma's car. "I'll have him back Monday afternoon," Grandma said, kissing my Mom on the porch.
"You take care of them," Mom said to me. "Do everything they ask you."
Mom and I hugged. "I will."
Aunt Suzie slid into the back seat, I sat in front, scooting the seat back for my long legs. We were down the street to the stop sign when I felt Aunt Suzie's hand caress the back of neck.
"Ricky's going to take care of us with that big, beautiful cock of his."
All three of us laughed. "Suzie, you're terrible," Grandma Cheryl said with a sexy smile. Her right hand slid over to stroke my crotch and she hit the accelerator.
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Perhaps I should back up a bit.....
Since my sexual awakening I've always loved BBWs. I love curves, big boobs, big butts, thick legs and arms, soft skin. I love the feel of a soft belly. I've also always been attracted to older women. On-line I've watched and downloaded tons of MILF and GILF videos and pics. I've read the Mature and Incest stories on Literotica. Part of my mind always found my Grandma Cheryl and Aunt Suzie attractive but it was nothing I ever really imagined - I'd certainly never jerked off thinking about them. After I turned eighteen I finally lost my virginity to a 23-year-old brunette BBW. It was great fun and she was very complimentary. I had paid attention to all that porn, studying how to eat pussy and how to fuck. It was right around this time I spent a weekend at Grandma Cheryl's.
We had always gotten along great. She was very easy-going and very loving to me, always touching and hugging. Always smiling, happy and full of life. It was late summer, right before I was to start my freshman year and we'd spent the day mostly working outside. I cut the lawn and trimmed the trees and hedges while Grandma Cheryl worked in the garden. In the evening after we both showered I grilled some chicken for us, while Grandma made salad and fresh veggies. A hot night, we ate on the deck, me in only cut-off shorts. A few times I noticed her lick her lips at me, eyes lingering on my crotch when I stood. She wore a loose blue men's dress shirt over some tight, very high lime green shorts. Her blues eyes gleaming, chin in her palm as she listened to my stories about the goings on around the house and my Spring Break adventures. If I had known at the time..... but in that moment she was still my Grandmother.
"I really enjoy our time together, Ricky. You're very special to me." She sipped at her glass of vodka lemonade. "I love you so much."
I leaned back from my empty plate, full and relaxed. "Thank you, Grandma, Me, too."
