This is six months on from when grandma moved to her new house. After that journey I thought we would continue to be lovers. However it didn't work out like that. I think she felt guilty because she never mentioned it and she seemed to be keeping away from me. Something changed after two months. I don't know what but grandma was now keen. We talked and she made it clear what she wanted. I said no because I didn't want to cheat on my new girlfriend Jane. Grandma was annoyed, even angry, but over time she forgave me and I got back to being her favourite grandson.
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I was not in a good mood, the start date for my new job had been postponed again. Was it the fourth or fifth time that had happened? I shook my head, would I ever get to move to head office? If everything had gone as originally planned I would have already been there three months ago. I gave a long sigh. This time it was a senior manager who had called me to give me the bad news. He was very apologetic and assured me that the new date would not change. I was now due to move in three weeks instead of two. He asked me if I was OK with that. I stifled my irritation and said I was. He then continued giving me all that management stuff of how I was a valuable member of staff and that they really needed me there. I listened but did not say much. I had never spoken to him before but I knew his name and his reputation. I was smart enough not to say anything that would annoy him. It ended with me thanking him, but I was not happy.
The excitement was now building, just a week before I would travel. I was moving into a two bedroom company apartment. They own a few in the same complex near to where the office is. I was told I could stay there rent free until I found my own place. There was no time limit specified but when Alex moved earlier in the year he didn't move out until three months. I was hoping to be sorted out well before then.
I knew everything was going too well. Four days before the move there was a setback. Jane, my girlfriend of five months, broke her ankle. She caught it in a pothole whilst jogging. Initially it looked as if it was just badly sprained but a visit to the hospital revealed a small fracture. There was some debate amongst the doctors about the need for a cast. Jane didn't want one but it was decided that the ankle needed restricting to stop the possibility of further damage.
After bringing her home we discussed the impact this would have on my move. She was still keen to come with me and stay the weekend. That was good. However she was supposed to be doing the driving. Mother had said that she had done the driving six months ago for grandma so it was her turn to sit in the back and relax. Now that Jane was incapable mother was frantically searching for somebody else to do it. She even mentioned uncle Jim, but when I laughed at her suggestion she shut up. He is over eighty and still drives, but at thirty miles an hour. It would take all day to get there, assuming we didn't all die before then in a car crash. I then got an ear full about not being able to drive. I protested that I was taking lessons but she just ignored me. She then mentioned that even my father could drive. They had split up years ago when I was small and this was the only nice thing I had ever heard her say about him.
Eventually she was calmer and more rational. "I suppose I will have to do it." She then added "You might not like this but grandma is coming with us. She rang whilst you were at the hospital asking if she could come and stay for a few days. I said yes and that she might as well travel with us to your new place."
"But mum there is no room in the car or in the apartment."
"You have two rooms. Grandma will share with me." She thought for a few seconds before adding "As for the car, grandma next to me and you two in the back."
"There will be no room. Jane will have to sit on my lap."
She looked at me and said "You and grandma managed OK like that."
I felt my face flush and hoped nobody had noticed. Jane had a puzzled look on her face. I then explained what had happened before. She looked concerned.
Mother tried to reassure her with "It will be OK. We can take stops when it becomes uncomfortable."
Jane smiled but I could tell she was still unhappy about it.
I tried again with "I don't think grandma should come with us. I have too much stuff."
In a calmer voice than I expected mother stated "It's both of us or none of us." That ended the conversation.
We should have left thirty minutes ago. Mother was pacing up and down and muttering under her breath. The car was almost loaded but the last few items were posing a bit of a problem. I knew in situations like this the best thing to do was to leave her alone to work it out. Jane, being new to this, had earlier offered some advice. With gritted teeth mother had listened to her. What she has suggested seemed sensible but mother then just ignored her advice. Jane had now learnt a valuable lesson, keep out of the way when mother is working on a problem.
Eventually, after rearranging some of the boxes on the back seat, the remaining items were packed. At last we could get on the move. I called grandma to tell her to come down. She had sensibly kept out of the way for as long as possible.
As grandma approached the car she said. "I have been waiting ages. Are we ready to leave?"
Mother replied with a curt "Yes" but as she moved past me to get into the driving seat she added in a low irritated voice "Who invited her?"
I opened my mouth but then decided it was best not to say anything. We had a long journey ahead, mother was doing all the driving, so I let it go.
Jane was admiring grandma's dress. It was low at the top and quite short. I thought it was daring for a woman of sixty but Jane loved it. I must say she did look good in at.
When I remembered what was underneath it, and what it felt like to touch her, my cock started to thicken. If only she had worn that dress when she had sat on my lap I would have been able to get my hands inside it and onto her bare nipples.
My thoughts were interrupted when mother wound the window down and shouted "Get in. Don't just stand there."
We got in and mother drove off. I hadn't realised how heavy Jane was. When we had sex it was either me on top, or her on all fours and me fucking her from behind. She had never sat on me before, not even just for a cuddle. It was more comfortable when grandma was on my lap. Thinking about her was not a good idea, the inevitable happened. My cock was trying to expand but was constrained within my underwear. After ten minutes or so it was actually painful.
"Jane lift up, I need to get comfortable."
"What do you mean?"
I hesitated "My cock is stuck in my pants. I just need to move it."
In a shocked voice she said "You want to take it out?"
"No. Keep your voice down. I just need to adjust it."
I looked towards the front seats. They were busy talking. Perhaps it was a good idea having grandma along as company for mother.
"If I must, but don't take long I cannot put too much weight on my bad ankle."
As she lifted up mother shouted "You two OK in the back?"
I replied with "Yes. Just moving to get more comfortable."
Grandma added "Yes. I remember we had to keep doing that when I sat on your lap. Do you remember?"
As I adjusted my cock I answered "Yes." There was no way I would ever forget.
Jane was now back on my lap "You took your time."
"Sorry. It's a big cock. It takes some moving."
She giggled at that and I heard "You wish."
However after a few minutes Jane wasn't very happy.
"It's digging in me can't you do anything about it?"
"I am trying, it's your weight plus the movement of the car. I cannot stop it."
"You managed OK with your grandma."
I thought about it for a few seconds before I lied "She is my grandma so there is nothing sexual about her being on my lap." Naively she believed me.
We travelled another thirty minutes in silence. Jane was continuously moving trying to get more comfortable. It was playing havoc with my cock.
She sighed and said "I cannot take much more of this. My ankle is giving me hell. I need to elevate it but there is no room here to do that. Also you cock is stabbing me in the bottom."
I made a weak joke "Sorry, I am trying to stab another part of your body."