Wow...........Let me tell you about the last few weeks. This was so totally unexpected and to tell you the truth, it shook me to the core. I have no idea where it came from or even why. I've never shown tendencies of this nature before and I don't think I will towards any other member of my family either. As you've probably guessed, I'm talking about incest. And the family member is my paternal Grandma, Gloria.
Throughout my tale, I make no excuses' and I certainly have no regrets for what happened. But as you read, you will certainly be able to see it wasn't a one way street. Grandma Gloria definitely started the ball rolling.
Gloria is my mothers mother. She lived approximately 70 miles away from our family home. We didn't get to see her that often, only at the odd family functions and they were few and far between. My parents weren't into that kind of thing. Only on very special occasions would they put out invites for a summer BBQ or any sort of party. Not that I minded too much. I couldn't think of anything more boring then sitting down with my lot trying to enjoy myself. I'm pretty sure that there a quite a few young men and women out there who know exactly what I'm talking about. I love my parents and siblings deeply, but they just weren't my idea of a social life. I suppose I'm a little different than them. Where they all have professional careers, i.e., Fathers a banker, my 2 brothers are accountants and my sister runs a high street mortgage brokers. Me, I'm just an ordinary building site worker. Rough and ready. I chose to be in this job. I am certainly not stupid or illiterate. I just couldn't stand the thought of being stuck in some stuffy office all day doing paperwork. I must admit, the idea of a nice sexy secretary nearly swayed me, but after leaving university, I had to sit my parents down and try and let them down gently. To say my dad was pissed off, and still is, is putting it lightly.
"All those years of education, wasted.... for nothing." he kept saying.
"It's no use dad, it's not for me."
I don't think he's really accepted it. More as if he goes along with it hoping I'll see sense and join him in the bank. Not likely. My mother just went along with my father, as she always does. My brothers and sister thought a little more like me. I should do what ever made me happy. They didn't understand it, but were happy for me.
And so I joined Campbell Construction Ltd. I was 22 years old and finally felt I was content with my lot. It wasn't long, what with my work and using a gym 3 nights a week, before I really developed my 6'2" body. Without trying to sound conceited or big headed, I knew I looked good. I had my share of woman and I'm sure somewhere deep inside, my father and brothers were quite jealous of my life style. Not that it was all wild parties, far from it. Just a damn sight more relaxed then theirs are.
After about 6 months, I was called into the office. There, contract manager, Mr Bolton told me that we had won a contract in a town not too far away from us. He said it would call for us to stay away from home for the duration of the contract and the company would pay for the cost of the lodgings. As it turned out, the town was where my Grandma Gloria lived. We didn't get to see her too often, but when I saw her, I liked her. We always had a laugh.
I phoned Grandma Gloria that night to let her know what was happening and at her suggestion it was decided that instead of travelling all the way home on Friday evening or Saturday lunch-time, I would spend weekends with her if I wanted. In fact, if I felt the need I could call and stay at any time I wanted. This of course suited me down to the ground. I wouldn't have to put up with dads hostile glares and condescending looks for at least 4 months unless I wanted to. And so I got my bags ready for Monday morning.
I arrived at Gloria's on Friday night at about 7.30pm. Sweaty and dirty, all I wanted was a steaming hot shower or bath. I didn't care which one. Just wanted to be clean again. As I drove my Golf GTI down through the driveway, I couldn't help but stare at the opulence of this house. Although not a mansion by any means, it was still very grand. It is what us brits call a Mock Tudor. Lots of pillars and big windows and doors. Grandpa Eric had died suddenly 4 years ago and had left Grandma quite comfortable. Not stinking rich, by any means, but more than comfortable. As this was summer, I was able to look around at the garden and could see that Grandma Gloria was either an avid gardener, or that she had someone in to do it for her. To say I was impressed, would be an understatement. I carried on my way to the front door.
Grandma Gloria opened the door even before the chimes stopped ringing. My first impression was 'Christ'. Before me, stood a woman I hardly recognised. The last time I'd seen her, she didn't look like she did now. I'd always thought my mother was a good looking woman (as far as mothers go) now I could see where she had inherited her looks from. Grandma is 61 years old. And I had to admit, didn't look anywhere near it. If I had had to guess, I would of said early to mid 50's.
"Bobby.........is that you? My how you've grown."
"Grandma, you look terrific. Really well. It's so good to see you. I'd give you a hug, but I'm absolutely filthy."
"Not for long. Come in darling. I'll show you to your room. It's across the hall from mine. Although this house has 5 bedrooms, only 2 have en-suites. Yours and mine."
I followed Grandma down the long hallway. The back view was incredible. Even though I was her grandson, it was giving me a tremendous tingle in my big balls. Grandma was wearing a satin bathrobe that came down to just above mid-thigh, below this she had incredibly really long legs accentuated by black 3" heeled pumps. I watched her arse swing before me until I started feeling a little guilty. She waited for me at the bottom of the stairs, smiling to herself. We walked together up the wide staircase and came to my room. She was right, it was directly opposite hers. Telling me I should be quick because she wanted to chat before she went out, she left me to shower and change. I quickly showered and after pulling my bags around, I found my gym wear. A grey pair of leisure bottoms and a holey grey vest top. They both seen better days but I was really comfortable in them.
30 minutes after she'd left me, I found her in the kitchen, sat at the kitchen counter on a high stool, putting lip gloss on. When she turned to greet me I was shocked. She looked absolutely stunning. Everything about her said class. And I mean high-class.
