The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
"You've got to be kidding me. Our booking was for three rooms, not two!"
I hadn't seen my dad this pissed in a long time and the sweet young brunette working behind the counter was suffering the onslaught of his wrath.
"I'm sorry, sir," she replied sheepishly as she repeated what she'd just said to him moments ago: "The reservation we have under your name is for two rooms only."
"Fine then! Cancel our reservations and we'll go to another hotel."
"Sir," the young woman said calmly, trying her best to put her customer service training into effect, "I think you'll find that with the NCAA track finals taking place this weekend that all the hotels are booked up."
"Ah geesh..."
My dad was shaking his head so hard I thought it was gonna pop right off and roll across the floor. I quickly glanced over at my mother and grandmother standing on the other side of him.
"Robert, don't worry about it. There's no need to fret," my grandmother said as she spoke up. "Two rooms will do us just fine. It won't be a problem for Jake and me to share one." She paused as she glanced at me. "You don't mind sharing a room with your old gran now, do you, Jake?"
As usual with my grandmother, I was struck almost dumb by the devilish twinkle in her eye. "Uh...I--"
"No, Carole, that's fine," my father interrupted before I could even get a word out. "I'll share a room with Jake and you and Sarah will have the other one."
"No," my grandmother said with an adamant shake of her head. "I won't hear another word about it, Robert. You've been away on business for a month straight. You need to spend some time with your wife. It's just for one night. Jake and I will be fine sharing a room."
The woman behind the counter spoke up, "I have to let you know that both of these rooms only have one bed in each. They are king-size, but one bed only."
"Do you think we could get a cot put in the one room?" My dad asked.
"Don't worry about that," my grandmother said before the clerk even had a chance to respond. "It'll be fine with one bed, don't you think, Jake? Tell you what, if you want, we can put some pillows or something and lay them down the middle of the bed so everybody can rest assured you'll be able to keep your virtue intact."
"Mom!" my mother blurted out, but my grandmother's comment did make all of us chuckle.
"Well, Jake, what do you think?" my dad said as he turned to me.
"I don't have a problem with it at all," I said as I glanced over at my grandmother, who smiled broadly. "I'll be fine sharing a room with Grandma. Like the young lady said, with that track meet going on, everything's gonna be booked solid. Besides, the reception's being held right here in this hotel, and most of the other guests are staying her too. With the wedding in only a few hours, we can't waste time trying to find another place."
"Yes, you're right about that," my dad finally conceded as he looked at his watch and turned around. "Okay, young lady, where do I sign?"
As my dad took care of business with the desk clerk, I was able to stand back and watch for a few moments as my mother and grandmother spoke. They were mother and daughter but, as usual, my eyes seemed hypnotically drawn to my grandmother. They were both very attractive women (my friends often commented on what a MILF my mother was) who looked very much alike, but with my grandmother, all of the alluring features that they shared just seemed to be emphasized much more than my mother's. Whereas my mother was about 5'-4" tall, my grandmother was about 5'-7". They were both blondes, but my grandmother's hair had darkened slightly as she had aged. My mother was kind of a sunflower blonde, while my grandmother was more of a honey-blonde, with gold highlights that picked up the light and shone enticingly. Whether that was natural or courtesy of her hairdresser, I didn't care; it looked fantastic.
At age 58, my grandmother could have easily passed for a woman twenty years younger. I was around on numerous occasions when she and my mother were out together and people mistook them for sisters. Yes, she looked that good. But, like I said, with my grandmother, every alluring feature the two of them shared was just a bit more exciting, a bit more fascinating, a bit more enticing. They were both extremely curvy, with pronounced hourglass figures that drew men's eyes wherever they went. Again, my grandmother was a bit curvier everywhere it counted than my mother. Her succulent pronounced bum reminded me of two beach balls nestled up tight to each other. She had amazingly lush full thighs that I dreamed about burying my face between for hours on end, or having them wrapped around me as I pounded her deep into the mattress all night long.
But my mother's and grandmother's generous attributes didn't end there; they were both extremely well-endowed when it came to their bustlines. I will admit, as most 18-year-olds have done, that I had secretly stolen peeks in their underwear drawers. Screw that, I'm going to come clean and admit what you all know to be true: I've whacked off many times while I've been running my fingers over the bras and panties of both of them. Again, while my mother wore a 34DD bra, my grandmother outdid her once again with her 38Fs. Yes, as I said, with my grandmother, every time I saw her, there was always a little bit more that had my hungry 18-year-old eyes and perverted mind drawn to her like iron filings to a magnet. There was no way I could look at her or even just be near her without lurid thoughts taking over in my perpetually horny young mind.
How many loads had I pumped out fantasizing about my grandmother? I couldn't really say, but I'm pretty sure that if I had a dollar for every time I jerked off thinking about her, I'd be driving a Ferrari right now.
And now, due to a screw-up with our reservation, I was going to be sharing a hotel room with the woman of my dreams. And not just any hotel room, but one with a single king-size bed only. I knew deep down that nothing was going to happen, but at least I might come away from this weekend with some new fuel for my fantasizes about my dear old grandma.
We'd just driven three hours to attend a family wedding. My mother and father, Sarah and Robert, had taken the front seats of our family SUV and I was in the back, happily sitting next to my grandmother, Carole, who lived across town near the university I was going to be attending in the fall.
