I've been living with grandma, on my mother's side, for nearly 2 years now, trying to find my way in the world. Finishing high school late, at 18, I shied away from going to college like my mom wanted. She was, like my dad, a teacher. She had told me that going to college would've make my dad, who had passed away, very proud of me. I hated studying and mom and I argued so much about it that I decided to visit grandma for a while. Grandma and I got along real well, hence my extended stay.
Grandma lived outside a small town in South Carolina. I made friends fast, male and female, the same age or older, but I did not have an official steady girlfriend. There was a small group of us consisting of three boys and two girls and we spent our time playing pool, going to the movies and drinking ourselves silly. There was not a lot to do in a small town in South Carolina.
Now grandma was a bit of a boozer too and it was not unusual to arrive home late in the evening to find her sleeping like a dead person in her recliner. I would pick her up, tote her to her bedroom, plop her on the bed and cover her up. She never seemed to have a hang over the next day, acting perky as always.
As most young men my age, not married and without a steady girlfriend that was willing to put out, I masturbated often. And, to be honest, I had yet to have my first piece of pussy. So, I masturbated almost every night before going to sleep. I used a sock to get catch my semen. One time grandma made a comment about one of my sock being stiff and stuck together. Afterwards, I made certain to pull the area apart after drying before putting the socks in the hamper. Did she know?
I had driven nearly 500 miles round-trip for a job interview. I didn't get the job and on the way home I had a rather major fender-bender that required my car to be towed to a near-by repair shop, leaving me stranded until one of my friends could come get me. It required an overnight stay in a motel. I had to make a call to mom for extra funds and, as usual, she raked me over the coals for not doing as she had asked about going college.
I arrived back at grandma's small house depressed about not getting the job and my smashed car. The word had spread quickly of the car fiasco, complements of the friend I had called to pick me up. Grandma informed me that there had been many calls asking if I had been hurt. One girl, Judy, grandma informed me, had actually come by to get firsthand any information that grandma had.
"That's a hell of a girlfriend you got there, Alan!" Grandma said, visibly upset with the girl's visit. "She didn't like my small house! She asked really nosy questions like why you had come to live with me. I had to follow her around the house like she was some goddamn government official. I suppose, seeing that this house only has one bedroom, with one bed, she actually had the nerve to ask if we slept in the same bed."
"Calm down, grandma!" I inserted into her rant, trying to calm her down a bit. "And she is just one of the gang. Judy is not my girlfriend.
"I opened the door to the back room and showed her that you had a bed in there. She thought it was a door to a basement. The bitch made a comment about how small it was and could I not find a little something better for you. I was close to knocking her ass down!"
"Grandma, it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Had you been drinking already?" I queried.
"Just a little, I guess." She confessed. "I had to have something to calm me down.
"Well, like mom always says, if you 're going to be accused of something you just might as well be doing it."
"What the hell does that mean!" Grandma inquired, her face quenched up. "You mean that bitch implying that we slept in the same bed? I thought you were comfortable in that bed? You said you were?"
"I am, grandma." I replied. "What are you planning for supper? That sounds good. I'm going to take a shower."
Grandma made my favorite dinner, hamburger steak, rice, dark gravy and fresh biscuits. She made the best sweet iced tea in the county.
I suspected that grandma was still sipping the Bourbon.
She ate very little, being old, I supposed, she was 63, a slim, light woman of probably 120lbs, and now, she seemed to be pushing her food around with her fork, while I ate like I was starved to death.
"Why would that girl, Judy? Is that her name?" Grandma asked, after taking a drink of her dark colored water.
"Yes." I answered.
"Why would Judy even suggest that we were sleeping in the same bed?" She continued her inquiry. "That would imply that we were......you know....having relations."
"Well, I suppose, it could be because she has seen her father come out of her older sister's bedroom in the wee hours of morning on several times. Maybe she was trying to figure out if it was a common occurrence in the world."
Grandma sat looking at me with a blank stare on her face and her mouth partially open.
"Judy's father is screwing her older sister?" Grandma finally managed to utter.
"Hey! I am only repeating what I have been told by Judy." I offered.
"Where is the mother? Is she dead are stupid?" Grandma continued, asking questions I had no answers to.
"She's alive and well. She served us lunch the other day. Early in the morning, she is probably sleeping, but maybe she knows, maybe she doesn't. I have no idea, grandma. Judy is a bit daffy, I'll admit."
I continued to shovel in the food, getting seconds, while grandma pushed her food with her fork and sipped the obvious Bourbon, mixed in the water."
"Well, let's just say it is happening?" Grandma continued. "How do you feel about something like that?"
"That's a hard question to answer." I offered. "You have to ask, did Judy's sister seduce father? Did he force himself on his daughter? Does the mother know? If so, she's allowing it to continue. If not, we might hear of a gunshot victim one day. It's all speculation, grandma."
Another drink of water!
"You didn't answer the question." She said. "How do you view incest?"
"There are a lot of reasons against. But, I guess, the most important thing is if the two parties are happy with the situation.
"Judy is a pretty enough girl, I suppose." Grandma speculated. "Is her sister a pretty girl?"
"Gail? Not all that pretty." I answered. "But, I wouldn't kick her out of bed! She has a great body."
In another drink of water!
"What you said the other day; if you are going to be accused of something, you might as well be doing it." Grandma said. "I've heard that before. I now remember your mother used that phrase when your father was screwing around on her. She used it as an excuse to screw around on him. A good defense, I suppose, but a big disaster in either case! In repeating that mantra, you were basically saying, if Judy accused or implied that we were sharing the same bed, then we should do it."
"I was just being funny, grandma!" I offered.
Grandma stood and began clearing the table. She seemed a bit wobbly and I suggested that she go sit down and read the paper or watched TV.
"I've got a great body, you know!" She threw out, as she unsteadily walked out of the kitchen. "I'm not all that pretty either! But I've got a great body!"
The next morning I walked into the kitchen to a mild surprise.
Grandma stood at the sink wearing a knee length white nightgown. Her white panties were quite visible underneath.
The whole time I had spent living with grandma I had never seen much of her body. She wore jeans a lot, with a cotton shirt, and at night she usually wore long, pants pajamas.
I pondered, why the change, but I had to admit grandma a nice set of legs.
I remembered her saying she had a great body, and as I watched her move around the kitchen, I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off of her. I felt a slight bulge in my crotch.
I wolfed down my breakfast as I had another job interview, borrowing grandma's car.
"I'm meeting up with the gang after I go to the interview." I said, as I prepared to leave. "I'll be home by supper."
"Find out more about Judy's sister and her father." Grandma shouted after me as I opened the door to leave. "It's quite intriguing."
That night at supper, grandma was disappointed when I told her I had no more information concerning the incestuous goings-on in Judy's house.
After supper, grandma informed me that she was going to take a bath and then join me to watch TV.
Again, I found it odd when grandma showed up in her knee length nightgown. It was very obvious that she had no bra on. As we very seldom watched TV with a light on, try as I might, I could not determine if she wore panties or what color they might be.
"It's been so hot in the house of late," She stated, after making her straight Bourbon over ice, and taking her usual seat in her recliner. "I'm wondering if I should not call the air-conditioning man. What do you think, Alan?"
"It seems comfortable enough." I answered, shrugging my shoulders.
Grandma rarely used the reclining feature of the chair. She could not drink laying back. Instead, she used an Ottoman that matched the chair, both in leather.
For the three hours that we watched TV, I replenished grandma's drink three times, four in all. Needless to say, she was quite inebriated when she fell asleep in the chair. She sat with the outside edges of her feet on the outside edges of the Ottoman, her knees high and her nightgown having dropped, are been pushed, between her legs.
"Grandma, are you a wake?" I inquired, not in a low voice but with a rather high volume.
Grandma was out like the proverbial light! I sat studying her through 15 minutes of the news program that came on at 11 o'clock. Her breast clearly outlined by the thin material of the nightgown and the fact that I had not determined whether she had panties on, are not, kept me glued to my seat studying her. Soon, the panties, or, no panties became the focus of my thought. I wanted desperately to find out. But do I dare! Whether they were there are not, it was a win-win situation, if I dared to take the chance to find out.
Again, I posed the question in a much louder volume. Again, she did not utter a sound.
Moving from my usual seat in the center of the sofa, I scooted to the left end of the sofa. Slowly and carefully, I reached between her legs. With forefinger and thumb, I lifted the nightgown up with a protracted movement and breath
I sucked in a huge amount of air as I came face-to-face, so to speak, with my first real pussy. The TV provided enough light for me to see Grandma's lightly furred mound and pussy.
