Holiday with Grandma.
All the participants in this fictious story are over the age of 18 and are consensual in incest. If this story offends proceed no further, otherwise, I hope you enjoy. As always comments both positive and negative are warmly received.
It was only days after my exam results came out, straight "A's" in all subjects, this meant I could choose my University without prejudice.....the "big two" were now a distinct possibility!
I was 18 years old and the world was, literally, my oyster, my parents were overjoyed with the results and I was content to bask in the glory that came with it.
Grandma had just come over to visit and add her congratulations to me, her favourite grandson.
My Grandmother was an elegant and highly sophisticated lady, probably from the fact she had been married to my Grandfather a stockbroker of note. The circles they frequented had given her an air of calm control, now at 60, a widow of 10 years after my Grandfather had suddenly died from a coronary, probably the result of excess stress but he left my Grandmother very comfortably well off and her frequent visits to the gym, beauty parlour and clothes shops gave her 5'8" frame an exceptionally toned look, reflecting upon it now I should have noticed earlier that she was a really striking beauty although as my Grandmother I had hardly noticed.
My mother and her were talking in the living room whilst I was upstairs in my room playing the latest Call of Duty on my X-box.
"Barry, can you come down here please?" My mother called up the stairs.
At first I ignored her, I was in the middle of an exciting attack but at her second call I switched the game off and, somewhat reluctantly, made my way downstairs to a meeting which would change my life forever.
"Barry," Mom said as I walked into the room, "Grandma has a proposal for you which I think you might enjoy...a lot!"
Well, that piqued my interest, so I plopped myself down on the 3-seater sofa between the two women.
Grandma began," I've been wondering what I could gift you for your excellent exam results and I have come up with an idea that I hope you like."
My mind started to wander, a car perhaps, nice little sporty number!
Grandma continued, "Barry as you know Jackie and I take off every year to a rented villa in Spain for a month."
Jackie was Grandma's best friend, but she had died a few months before this.
"Jackie is no longer here but the villa is booked and paid for so I wondered if you would like to accompany me.....don't worry, you won't have to hang out with me, you will be free to come and go as you please but a month in the sun with free accommodation and food, 5 minutes from the beach may just appeal to you."
The idea certainly appealed to me, a Spanish beach in high summer crowded with girls, many of whom would be in various stages of undress, what a no brainer this was.
I played it cool, however.
"Well, yes, I suppose it would work," I said, "I'd be there as company for you, keep all those Spanish gigolo types away from you, yeah, I'll be happy to come."
"Oh, you think I need protecting from them do you," Grandma giggled and 3 weeks later we were on a plane bound for sunny Spain.
A 20-minute taxi ride from the airport and we were standing at the door to a magnificent 3-bedroom Spanish villa with a 30-foot swimming pool set in a very private area not overlooked on all sides.
"I think I'll unpack and hit the pool," I said, "catch the last of the afternoon rays."
"Good idea," Grandma replied, "I'll join you."
Let me tell you an 18-year-old spending a month in Spain travels light, tee shirts, shorts, one pair of decent trousers and a shirt for night times and, of course, swimming trunks....10 minutes and I was stretched out on a sun lounger at the pool!
My sun lounger faced the rear door of the property and about 30 minutes later I heard my Grandma's sandals on the tiled floor heading outside.
I lifted my head to look but I was far from prepared for the sight my eyes fell upon.
Grandma exited the door, and I got my first glimpse, her shoulder length blonde hair scraped back into a ponytail but what really got my attention was what she was wearing.
A purple two-piece swimming costume, the top half that barely contained her 36 C cup breasts and the bottom that was no bigger than a lady's handkerchief, it covered what it had to and no more than that!
Now, this was where I had my first regret of my clothes packing for the holiday, I am reasonably well endowed physically, 8 inches.....yes I have measured, show me a bloke who says he does not know how big he is, and I will show you a liar!
My swimming costume was a pair of Speedos, for the young ladies of the beach not for the consumption of a Grandmother, especially one who looked as hot as mine at that moment!
I felt a stirring, "Shit," I thought, "not now, go away."
It was about 20 paces from the door to where I was lying by the pool and by the time Grandma arrived beside me the bulge in my Speedos was very evident.
Grandma looked down at me and spoke, "Very inappropriate Barry, is it the heat of the sun?"
I tried to apologise, "I'm so sorry, this shouldn't be happening...I just couldn't help it."
"What caused it Barry, were you thinking about girls on the beach?" Grandma laughed.
"No..no..not that, oh God I'm so sorry."
I think Grandma was enjoying my embarrassment a little too much, "So what was it then?" she replied.
My brain was nearly fried, it could not come up with a plausible excuse, so I blurted out.
"It was you, I'm sorry?"
"Barry stop apologising, what do you mean it was me, I'm an old woman and your Grandmother to boot?"
"You're not old, you look fantastic and so hot in that bikini."
Grandma gave a sly smile and continued, "Well its very inappropriate but thank you anyway, it's always nice to be told your still attractive.....even if it is your Grandson who thinks it!"
Grandma plopped herself down on the lounger next to mine, looked across at me and spoke.
"It doesn't look as if it's going away does it and it's probably going to get worse."
Completely puzzled I asked, "What do you mean it's going to get worse?!
Grandma looked me squarely in the eye and said, "I like the tanned look, so I always sunbathe topless!"
With that she reached around behind herself and unhooked the bra section of the bikini, shrugging it from her shoulders and allowing her breasts to bask in the rays of the sun.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head, my cock twitched and, I swear, grew another half inch.
Her breasts looked superb, all those hours in the gym paying dividends, many 30-year olds would have loved to possess those, her nipples pink and sticking out about half an inch.
I watched transfixed as she slowly began to gently massage sun lotion into them, taking great care to cover them in their entirety, her nipples swelled even more under her touch and now looked about three quarters of an inch.
When she finished she looked across at me and said, "That isn't going away on its own, maybe you should take care of it."
I, of course, did not get what she meant, "How do you mean Grandma?"