After the slap that Grandma gave me at the top of the steps I wanted to give her a little time to cool down and digest everything that happened outside the bathroom door. I know I've been ready for this for a long time, but it is still new to her and she can't possibly embrace the twisted concepts being thrown at her so quickly.
How could she possibly understand that her grandson has been swapping out her beloved 1% milk for whole milk just because he knows it makes her have to use the bathroom. How could she possibly come to grips with my sexual urges that started with puberty and continue stronger than ever to this day? She knows now that for some reason her grandson stood longer than anyone should have outside her bathroom door, smelling what was an admittedly hellish defecation.
As she nears the bottom of the stairs I know she is trying to forget the feeling of my hot full penis against her lower belly while trying to come to grips with the lingering suspicion that something just isn't right with her grandson. I know her mind is flashing back to all the other questionable incidents that may or may not have happened in recent days, mysterious moments that left her doubting her senility.
Just last night I found myself outside her doorway watching her sleep through the parted door, her breasts rising and falling with every breath of her fitful sleep. My approach to the room was masked by her loud snoring, allowing me to come and go as I pleased on the creaky wooden floors of her large Victorian home.
I stood there last night gazing raptly at the outline of my grandmother's full breasts through her thin sleeping clothes, back-lit by her Snoopy nightlight. Thanks to the glowing dog's weak yellow illumination I could clearly see her nipples, thick and unconsciously erect as they slid around under the material of her gown. I stood there squeezing my stiff penis that night and marveled at the fact that while she was laid on her back with her mouth wide open ripping loud juicy snores her breasts did not fall fully to the sides, they stood semi erect on her pale chest.
My grandmother has been the recipient of a large new dose of estrogen thanks to my recent changes to her morning vitamins, and they have caused her to enter a second puberty. Her breasts, while always massive, have increased in size and girth sagging almost past her navel when she is standing and resting heavily on her thighs when she is sitting. She doesn't understand why, and wild horses couldn't drag the truth from me when she muses out loud "Your grandma feels like a schoolgirl again when you're around honey. Must be my morning walks." Whenever she mentions it I just gaze at her innocently, thinking and pretending for all the world to be ignorant of the changes that are wildly affecting her body. Yes, I thought to myself as I stood outside my grandmother's room, you are coming along nicely.
The gradual and constant increase in her bra size has caused her to cease wearing them altogether, another fact that I pretended to ignore when she casually brought the subject up to gauge my awareness of the situation. Of course I pretended never to notice a thing, never to see the thickening of her nipples as they painfully become erect along with my penis every time she sways and jiggles her way around the house. I love my Grandma and would never want her to feel self conscious about the changes in her body.
Quite the opposite in fact. I've ignored the various changes in her body with such studiousness that she no longer thinks twice about walking around the house bra-less in front of her grandson. At first she was hesitant, glancing over at me nervously the first morning she realized that her bra was causing her more pain than it was saving. I savored that morning just like I savor every morning since, my dick thumping up against the underside of the kitchen table whenever she is around. Like a good grandson when she began going without underwear I did not notice that, either. She would never mention it to me but I know the reason behind this change in her at home wardrobe, she is having difficulty fitting even her largest pairs of "bloomers".
The reason? Along with her new estrogen boost I've been adding a hefty double dose of Biotin, the hair growth vitamin. Much to my growing delight it has had a magnificent effect on my grandmother's body hair. That, combined with the new levels of estrogen her body is forced to cope with, causing her arm, face and pubic hair to increase almost comically in a few short weeks. Every night as I watch her rest from the doorway I observe the new growth between her legs, a thick black forest of new hair that stands proudly in contrast to her pale thighs.
Thanks to this new and massive body hair growth none of her panties fit her anymore, I'm sure she attributes it to her new workout regimen. She's too old to shave down there so she has no choice but to let nature take its course, with stunning results. Every night as I fall asleep in her guest bedroom I fantasize about burying my face in that thick jungle of my grandmother's hair, filling my nose with her scent. One day, I tell myself. One day.
This morning, she is in a state of confusion. From where I stand at the head of the stairs I hear her enter the kitchen and resume preparation of our breakfast, the familiar sounds of morning calming my agitation. She may have begun to suspect my inner thoughts but she has no idea the depths of my love for her, how very deep and powerful my longings for her have grown lately.
As I set foot on the stairs they creak, and I hear her pause for a second in her kitchen duties then resume. "I'm coming down Grandma!" I say, letting her adjust her mind to see me again after the recent violence between us. I don't want to cause her any undue stress that may cause her to send me home for the summer early, ending the fun and depriving me of one of the best summers in recent memory. I want her happy and content as I slowly adapt her to my needs and wants, I want her to grow literally and figuratively into the role of my new girlfriend.
I chuckle to myself as I pad down the stairs. My Grandma, my girlfriend. The phrase has a nice ring to it, my grandma my girlfriend. I smile wider as I jump down over the final step and turn right into the kitchen, my grandma my girlfriend is bent over with a dustpan in her old but strong hands. Glancing around I see that she must have spilled some cereal, and is now struggling against gravity to sweep it up before I enter the kitchen. "Come on down honey!" she shouts between grunts, not realizing that I'm already down and standing behind her enjoying the show.
Her swollen, distended breasts are pulling her nightgown down towards the floor and forward as they swing heavily forward and back, exposing her bottom to her grandson. I struggle not to sigh out loud as I behold the twin globes of my grandmother's wide rear end, cheeks slightly parted from the effort of bending and sweeping the floor with her hand broom. I stare in rapture at the explosion of hair that emerges from the dark vertical line of my grandmother's ass, straight and wiry black hair that resembles the mane of one of my her lucky bingo trolls.
