I had always loved my Grandma, from an early age I had found great comfort from her hugs, she was a relatively small woman, but she possessed an incredibly large bust which she pulled me into at every opportunity.
As I've said small of frame but with natural blonde locks and a very pretty face, it was obvious where my mother got her looks from.
Now here I was 18 years old and becoming increasingly obsessed with getting my Grandmother into my bed, or her bed or any bed or floor, sofa, whatever came to hand.
I was 18 with very little sexual experience.
I knew that I wanted Grandma to be my first sexual adventure but just how was I going to orchestrate that encounter? You can't walk up to a 62 years old woman and say,
"Can I fuck you please?"
Certainly not when she is your own flesh and blood, I needed a plan, but weeks of thinking came to nought then one night in bed just as I was coming to the end of my latest masturbatory masterpiece starring Grandma it hit me!
Would it work? It might, I knew she loved me unconditionally and, I hoped, would do anything to help her favourite grandson out of his predicament.
It needed a couple of weeks fine tuning but finally after running every possible scenario over in my head I was ready, Operation Fuck Grandma was a go and next day I fronted up at her house.
"What's up Petey? Said Grandma.
"Nothing."
"Really, nothing, you have just almost slammed my front door off its hinges and nothing's wrong?
"No, it's nothing really," I said as I threw myself onto her couch.
Grandma walked over and sat herself down beside me taking hold of my hand as she did so.
"It seems to be a little bigger than a nothing to me," she said, "tell Grandma all about it and we will see how I can help."
Stage one complete and going to plan, straight into stage two.
I looked up into Grandma's eyes, put my most mournful look onto my face and began.
"Its really nothing, its more what Becky said."
I should explain here that Becky Jones was the local object of most heterosexual boy's desires, blonde, full lipped, an incredible figure for one so young but shortly to gain the warranted reputation as the village bicycle, everyone went for a ride!
"What's that little tart done now," Grandma enquired.
Grandma knew Becky's grandmother from old and didn't care much for the entire lineage although I never knew why.
"She said...," I tailed off.
"She said what, come on Petey spit it out."
"She said...I...was...a rotten kisser!" I blurted the last bit out and promptly burst into tears.
Grandma initially said nothing, she could see how upset I was, so she pulled me in and hugged me tightly gently stroking my hair.
After a short time, she released her grip and thought for a while before speaking.
"I can guess why you were kissing her; can't say I approve but why did she say that?"
I thought long and hard before I replied.
"Well I guess I must be a rotten kisser then, she has had plenty of practice, so I guess she knows what she is talking about."
"Well I'm not having it, that little madam is not getting away with saying my beautiful grandson can't kiss," Grandma spit that last bit out with venom.
"Don't think there's a lot we can do about it," I said, "its not like I can take classes in kissing," I said somewhat sarcastically.
"Oh, I think there is a lot we can do about it, I need time to think but there is something we can do today." Grandma said.
"Really, What?
"Well, to start with I need to find out exactly what she means."
"What do you mean Grandma?"
"I mean I want to know just exactly how you kissed her, kiss me."
The fish had taken the bait, but this fish needed to be played if my hopes were to bear fruit, take your time, slowly was what my brain was telling me.
"Kiss you? I can't." I replied hesitantly.
"Why not?" Was fired back at me.
"You're my...Grandma!"
"So"
"But you're my..." I was interrupted.
"Yes, I'm your Grandma, but if we are going to get to the bottom of this I need you to kiss me."
"Er.m.. ok then." Was my tentative reply.
I leant forward and gently kissed my Grandma on her cheek, just as we had done as a family many times before.
"What was that?" Grandma almost exploded.
"Well...I...er...kissed you."
"And was that how you kissed Becky?"
"Well...er...no...I kinda kissed her on the lips."
"Well kiss me on the lips then silly."
"But you're my grandma!"
"Oh God, we are not going down this road again, Petey, if I'm to help you I need to know exactly how you kissed Becky, now get over here and kiss me on the lips!" Grandma ordered.
My thoughts were, "Come on Petey, you have got this far, don't blow it now...make this a terrible kiss."
I leant over towards Grandma, puckered up, kept my lips as hard as they could and pressed them against Grandma's lips, keeping them there for a couple of seconds before pulling back.
"And was that exactly how you kissed Becky?" Grandma quizzed.
"Yes, Grandma it was."
Grandma looked at me thoughtfully working out how she was finally going to give her verdict before saying, "As much as it pains me to agree with that little tart she has a point, that was terrible!"
Time for the waterworks again, Grandma placed her hand on my knee and continued, "Hey, I didn't say it was terminal, you could be a great kisser with some tuition."
"Yeah...do you know a school for crap kissers then," I blurted out.
"Not really but I need time to think this through, come back tomorrow afternoon, I should have a solution by then."
"Really, you think you can help?"
"Run along, come back tomorrow and I promise I'll have a solution for you."
I left Grandma's happy, first part of my great seduction had been successful, but the biggest test was still to come tomorrow, the next 24 hours were the longest of my life.
Next afternoon I fronted up at Grandma's trembling with anticipation of what might be to come.
