The meal was simple; baked chicken, potatoes and spinach salad. Delicious and filling, but neither of us overate. It was difficult for me to not rush the meal, and I could tell grandma was having the same difficulty. After dinner we loaded the dishwasher, retired to the living room and we passed each other a joint. Marijuana was legal in Vermont, andI took deep drags on the blunt. The last time I smoked pot, I was in college after having recently been decrimalized in Pennsylvania, but I didn't have a medical needs card, so for me it was illegal. But when you're a college student, the last thing you think about is the legality of some things.
After the cigarette was done and the roach tamped out, we went to the bedroom. Any possible inhibitions I might have had gone up in smoke, pun intended. Grandma was the first to strip off the scant clothes she wore, save for her panties. She laid on the bed while I wriggled out of the jeans, pulled the t-shirt over my head and started to pull the underwear to the floor.
"No, leave them on for now. The smell of cum turns me on. Um, I'm assuming thinking of me in bed made you get at least a little juicy."
"Shut up Grandma," I said with a grin, "You know how hot you've been making me since you picked me up. I have been getting creamy thinking of you for a long time now. And not just today."
Mima laughed, but then got a sober, smoky expression when she realized I was serious.
"You know, when I hugged you earlier today, I peed my pants a little. I also have been having what I call mini-orgasms since I talked with you about your mom. And it wasn't your mom I was thinking of. As I mentioned, I was in love with her, and she'll always be my daughter, but now I have you, and I want you more than you can imagine. Sometimes when I masturbated with just my fingers, I pretended they were on the end of your hand. I hoped someday they would be."
I laid next to my grandmother and started running a hand over the bare flesh of her breasts, then began kneading them. Then grandma guided a hand to the waistband of her panties. I passed my fingers under the soft material, past the curly pubic hair and into their final destination, a very wet pussy. Grandma gasped as I inserted two fingers inside her, tapping the ball of my index finger against her clitoris.
Granda whispered a moan as I gently played with her love canal. She shivered as I massaged the sopping flesh. I withdrew the hand and coated her nipple with the juice, then sucked the hardened nip. Grandma bit her lip as she enjoyed the suction of my mouth on her salmon aerole.
Suddenly Mima jumped up and told me to take off my panties. When they were on the floor she beckoned me to hand the garment to her. I did so and she took a hard drag and licked the cream. Then she removed her own underwear, threw it at me and told me to smell. I sniffed at the whole garment and was immediately intoxicated by the fragrance of musk mingled with urine and whatever perfume she applied to her lower torso. She grabbed me by the arm, pulled me atop her. We french-kissed, nibbling each other hungrily. Then she muttered something about the best of both worlds, getting up and reaching into her dresser, retrieving panties with what looked like at least a seven inch dildo sewn in. She threw them at me. Sensing what she wanted, I put the dildo panties on while she got on her knees, dropping her chin onto folded hands. I began driving the fabric-covered cock into her snatch. I went inside her to the hilt, then began pumping. But after just a couple of insertions she got up and pulled me onto the bed and began sucking the "dick," deep-throating it. By time she was done going down on the dildo there was not a drop of cream on it. She licked her lips and said it was far better than any of her exes, both male and female. Then she pulled the panties off me and told me to sit on her face. I hovered above her, pushed my vagina against her lips, then lowering my head to the deep pink, almost red pussy that pulsed below my face.
I inhaled heavily of the fragrant, throbbing flower before I began licking it, injecting my tongue deeply into her, then took the extended nub of hard flesh between my lips and then rubbed my teeth against it before gently biting it. I held the woman's thighs and felt grandma's body tense as flashes of seething heat coursed through her, visibly causing her body to convulse.
Grandma's tongue also wrapped around my clit, causing me to kick my legs back. I had never enjoyed such pleasure, and judging by her reaction to my sucking and nibbling, Mima felt much the same way.
When we had each relished two or three orgasm each, I hopped off Grandma, laid my head on the pillow next to Mima and snuggled up to her, nuzzling her ear and kissing the soft skin.
"That was great, Mima. Thank you," I whispered hoarsely.
"No, thank you sweetheart. I don't think I ever had such a good time, even when I was your age. Maybe if I had slept with your mother, it would have been as good, but I don't think any encounter could be better."
I smiled and drifted off to sleep, thinking to myself that I had definitely made up my mind. I would stay here with my grandmother.
* * * *
The next day the phone rang. Grandma answered. After a short conversation, which sounded light-hearted at first, Mima's face turned ashen. She said okay and hung up, her face looking as if she'd just witnessed the shuttle Challenger exploding.
"What's wrong, Mima?"
"Oh, nothing really dear. It's just that your brother is coming to visit, maybe to live here in Vermont."
"Henry?! What about dad?"
"Um, it seems your dad and grandfather had a lot in common. Marvin found some nice piece of ass in Melbourne and left Henry to fend for himself. Then Marvin wound up being robbed and killed by the woman's boyfriend, or something to that effect. Anyway, Henry will be here in a couple of days. He said he's hopping on a plane tomorrow, so the day after, I suppose."
"Wow, grandma. Just wow," I said, nearly collapsing on the couch.
"Your brother didn't sound too upset about his father. The kid was just a meal ticket, so when Marvin found some chickadee who he thought would take care of him, Henry didn't seem so important to him. He got what he asked for, though I am sorry it happened. I feel bad for any victim of a crime.
"But come on babe, we have to prepare that wing of the house. He'll live here until he gets on his feet," she continued, grabbing me by the arm. I want to stock the fridge in the kitchenette. If I recall, Henry will want to do much of his cooking."
There wasn't much cleaning to do in the new part of the house since I'd only been there a few hours. After the bed was made, grandma said she would be right back. She came back with a pair of her panties and a vibrator along with a small tube of sex lube.
"What's that stuff for, Mima?"
"The panties are just to let him know what he has missed, and the toy and goo is just in case he gets the urge to fuck himself."
"Henry likes to do that?"
