Mom called and asked me to check on my granny, my late father's mom. Mom had been regularly communicating with gran by phone over the last few weeks after hearing about her misfortune from another relative. Mom said that every time she called gran sounded drunk and in a foul mood. Another relative had confirmed that she had indeed been hitting the bottle. It appears that she had been cheated out of a large sum of money by an accountant nephew in New York whom she'd put in charge of her financial affairs and properties. She let him look after her finances because she was out of the country for months at a time during winter.
She and grandad had migrated to the USA decades ago and had eventually become citizens. Seven years ago granddad died. The next year my dad died over there as well. He had been living there since he and my mother separated nearly a decade ago.
Since the death of her husband, granny had been coming back to the Caribbean every year during the winter months. While here she would stay in a posh, spacious one bedroom apartment which she also owned. The other residents, her tenants were also seniors. At first granny had never liked mom, saying she was too old for him. Mom was five years dad's senior, and had been twenty five when he got her pregnant. But after they separated and granny realized what a bastard her son really was, she became cordial to mom, even assisting her financially. Mom's government job was in the country's hinterland and she only came home once a month, for one weekend, to spend time with me and my younger sister, so she hadn't the time to check on gran often.
When gran opened the door it was obvious she was tipsy, and I could hear loud oldies music playing. I knew she was fond of golden oldies. I thought she was having a party, but it turned out she was alone. She immediately hugged me tight, crushing her enormous, soft boobs against my chest, and then, unsteadily, led me inside, after remarking:
"The power of positive thinking ... I knew if I thought about it and concentrated hard enough I could draw a dancing partner here."
She threw back her head and laughed heartily, her massive bosom heaving, and her light brown, girlishly plump and dimpled face flushed as if from some inner heat. Her curled, pixie-cut, dyed reddish-brown hair disheveled in a sensual way.
"Yuh won't mind having a few dances with yuh old granny, eh?' she asked, smiling.
"Not at all," I said, though hoping she was just joking.
She made a few dance steps and twirled and I prayed she didn't lose her balance and fall. With her weight, about two hundred pounds and age, sixty-five, that would be disastrous.
"Gotta do something to keep that cocksucker of my mind ... the son of a bitch would have cleaned me out if his ex hadn't whispered in my ear, god bless her soul," she said vehemently.
"And to think he's gonna get away scot free with my two hundred grand ... that is what pisses me off ... the law can't touch him ... it's all legal the way he did it. I guess I should be grateful I caught on before he took everything," she said, miserably.
She continued, "The dirty fucker ... I thought he was different to his whore mother, my sister ... it was the biggest mistake I ever made."
I never knew granny used such words. The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the living room was a bottle of scotch on a little table near a two seater couch. From its level, there couldn't have been more than one or two drinks taken from it, which means, judging from the state gran was in, this was not the bottle she'd started with. There was a flask with ice, but no chaser, the old girl was knocking it off on the rocks. The next thing I noticed was the sheer, knee length, white wrap that was around her full, still shapely figure. I could clearly see her red panties and bra-less breasts, with their long nipples and large dark areolas.
She was still in good condition for her age - a bit of a gut and hint of love handles, but her heavy butt and boobs seemed to be putting up a fight against gravity pull. She showed me to the seat near the scotch.
"Let me get you a glass," she said.
Just as I opened my mouth to refuse - at twenty-five, I was still sort of a novice when it came to drinking, and when I do it's usually beer - she said behind her back:
"And don't you dare tell me any bullshit about not drinking ... everybody in this family drinks a bit ... except your mom ... nice woman that ... I found out late though ... I bet your sister drinks.'
"Yes, a lot," I said, laughing.
"See, it runs in the blood," she declared.
She hurried off, her big bumper bouncing in the red V-cut panties that left a lot of cheek outside. As she made the long walk back from the kitchen I couldn't help smiling at her effort to walk straight. She came back with my glass and leaned over the table to fix me a drink. The wrap drooped low, blasting my eyes with long chocolate nipples on lighter brown mammaries. She spooned ice into the glass and poured a generous shot. She'd brought some kind of bottled chaser, but looked at it disdainfully and placed it back down on the table after saying she doubted I'd want it but just brought it in case. I told her on the rocks was fine, even though I knew it wasn't, I hadn't the kind of drinking head for heavy stuff.
She fixed a similar drink for herself and plopped down next to me. The wrap bottom parted, revealing a lot of surprisingly smooth, thighs that were a lighter brown, almost pale-beige color, compared to the rest of her body. It made me a bit uncomfortable and I silently prayed she wouldn't be careless and spread her legs because I really didn't want to see my old granny's crotch. She did just that, as she turned to me and raised her glass, and despite my seconds old thought that I didn't want to see gran's crotch, I found myself glancing at the exposed flesh and the lacey, red underwear, thinking that it didn't look that bad.
"Cheers to motherfuckers who rob old ladies ... Karma is waiting for y'all," she said and placed the glass to her mouth.
"Cheers, and may karma not have a long wait," I said laughing, and put the glass to my mouth.
Gran knocked off half the glass without even a grimace. She must really like the taste, I thought. I didn't, and struggled to keep my face straight. I looked down at the spread legs again, and once more found myself thing they didn't look bad. My eyes lingered for a moment.
"Biggest blasted mistake I ever mek," she said and downed half of the remaining drink, before putting the glass on the table.
As she leaned forward to place the glass on the table I found myself, against my initial reservations, taking yet another look at gran's exposed upper thighs and her red panties. I wasn't doing it with any improper thoughts, I just found it amazing how smooth and youthful they looked and couldn't hold back my admiration. She must have been a real knockout in her younger days.
"I know you just didn't happen to be passing by and decided to stop in. I bet yuh mom got yuh to come and check on me , even though I told her I alright. Doan know why she even bothers with me after how I treat she in the past," gran said, looking a little sad, and reaching for her glass, gave me even more to look at between her legs.
"That's how she is," I said. And reached for my glass.
"Even though yuh know you is mih favourite grandchild, you never drop by unless I call and ask you to," she said, smiling at me.
She drained her glass and I did likewise. She fixed us new drinks and I followed her lead and put the glass to my head. She enquired about my job and my studies and filled me in with details about her nephew's treachery. She turned square and to face me and drew a leg up onto the chair. I was now definitely and without much guilt looking at the crotch I'd earlier decided I didn't want to see. I was sure she wasn't doing it intentionally, she was just too sloshed to be careful or aware of any impropriety on her part. And as we chatted I was taking longer and longer looks at it, especially when she had her glass to her head, which was often. It was a lovely sight, and I found myself warming to it and actually enjoying it, without any unhealthy intention.
Just as we took the first sip of our fourth drink she suddenly choked up and said:
"Yuh know how hard me an' your grandfather work to acquire what we did, the amount of sacrifice and long hours ... and that slimy ungrateful shit cons me out of two hundred grand ... it hurts so fucking bad," she said, breaking into sobs.
She leaned toward me and I drew closer, throwing my arms around her. She hugged me and wept on my chest, her boobs against my stomach, her elbow poking into my groin, titillating my manhood as her body shook. In spite of the gravity of the moment I found myself leaning my head into position to continue looking at the pleasant red lump between gran's thighs. I found my cock starting to show signs of interest and I had to concentrate real hard to keep its rate of inflation low. To my relief she suddenly pulled away, straightened up and wiped her eyes with tissue from the table.
"I promised myself not to let that bastard make me cry anymore ... come mih grandson, leh we dance ... you don't think I forgot about that, eh ... I haven't lost the de feeling," she said, with a hearty laugh.
I helped her to her feet and we stepped a little away from the chair. I realized that I was a little tipsy. She threw her plump arms around my neck and held me tight, leaning her lush body unreservedly against mine. We began swaying to the soulful sounds of a slow Al Green ballad. She swayed and rolled her hips against mine and I tried to move her into some dance steps, but she held me tight and held her ground in one spot.
"Unless you want to pick my two hundred pound ass off the floor, you'd better stay put," she said, giggling.
I did just that, letting gran move against me, but careful not to make any movement of my own, not trusting myself to let loose, because of the slowly but surely growing pressure in my crotch. I tried, but my cock just refused to behave, and gran, seemingly lost in a daze ground her fleshy sweetness into it in a tantalizing manner.
"You're just like yuh grandfather, everything about you reminds me of him ... you not only look like him, you even have the same voice ... and everything else ... oh, how I miss de old boy," she said, grinding into me and giggling.
I felt my cock suddenly, and blatantly disregard my efforts of decency and consideration. It stretched out fully, as long and as wide as possible. We danced the second song like that, me long and hard and she rubbing joyfully against it. I was glad when at the end of the second song she suggested we take a break.
She poured us drinks and we both downed ours at one go. She sat next o me and once again turned square and drew her thick leg up, flashing the enticing red rise between her thighs. I had to put my hand over my tented front.
"That was nice, Manny, I needed that ... it's been so long since..."
