I really don't know what to think of myself. All my life, since my middle teens, I've been into sex. And I mean sex, in a real big way. There isn't much I haven't done or wouldn't do. I've had sex in every possible location, with any number of men and women. I've seduced salesmen, vicars and even two Jehovah witnesses that knocked on my door one evening. The only thing that I found taboo was my own family members, that of course doesn't include my son-in-law Graham. Somehow that changed last night. I don't accept full responsibility for this episode. I think the blame should be shared equally between us. Let me start from the beginning and you can make your own conclusions.
I stepped out of the shower and donned my black satin robe and wrapped a towel around my head. I felt the most relaxed I had all day. I was completely naked underneath, just how I like it. I just love it when I can feel the smoothness of the satin gently caress my large nipples making them stick out like obscene hat pegs. I can never resist squeezing them every so often.
Anyway, I'd just finished drying my hair when there was a knock on the door. I looked at my watch, it was 8.30pm. I wondered who the hell that could be. I'd already made up my mind to have an early night and play with my sopping cunt whilst reading dirty stories on Literotica from my lap-top. I quickly slipped on my mule slippers and went towards the front door. Putting my eye up to the spy hole, I was shocked to see Phillip, my grandson standing there. I quickly opened the door and he stepped inside. One thing I did notice, was that he had a queer look about him this night. I can't really explain it, even now. He just didn't look his normal self. More cocky and more confidant. I think the word that youngsters use nowadays is "lairy". He wasn't normally like that. He's a nice lad normally, the perfect grandson. It was though, unusual for him to visit on his own.
"Why Phillip, what are you doing here at this time of night?" I shouldn't of asked really. He's my grandson, my flesh and blood. Of course he was welcome whatever time he arrived. But it was still a strange thing to of happened.
"Hi Nan. Just thought I'd pay you a visit on the way back from the gym. You don't mind do you?"
"Of course not silly. Come on through, I've got a nice cold beer in the fridge."
He followed me into the kitchen and as I think back, I could feel his eyes on my arse and legs. I dismissed it at the time, because of who he is. I refused to believe that he was doing that to me.
He sat at the table as I got his beer, forgetting that I had on my short satin robe I'd bent down before I realised what I was doing and he got a full view of my bald pussy and my bum. I quickly chose to ignore the slip up and turned to give him his beer. I was a little too quick for him and I caught him adjusting his growing cock through his sweat-pants. Even then I refused to see what was happening.
As I walked towards him, I looked into his face and I saw a smirk appear. For the first time I became a little jittery. Putting his beer on the table I tried to make conversation, but that's a hard thing to do, when you've got someone eyeing you up from you head slowly down to you big tits and then on down to you barely covered muff. The thought also occurred to me, that my house was nowhere near his gym or any other gym that I know of.
"So Phillip, how is everything?"
"I know you know."
"Sorry love" My heart started pounding, I knew immediately what he was referring to. I prayed against all odds that I was wrong.
"I said Nan, I know you know....... don't you want to know what I know?"
I stood in the middle of the kitchen, shocked into immobility. I didn't know what to say or do, I was so stunned by this turn of events. My mouth was open, but nothing came out. All the while, my young grandson weighed me up and down as if I was his private fuck doll.
"I'll take your silence as a yes." he continued. "Last Friday, me and dad, you remember him? Your son-in-law Graham, married to your daughter, Sandy."
I dumbly nodded my head and he went on, "As I was saying, me and dad went out for a drink last Friday, you know sort of male bonding thing he's got going at the moment. As you know, dad can't drink to save his life and I fully intended to get him drunk so that we could leave and go home. But dad being dad had to talk. All part of the process you see? The more he drunk the more he talked. And then Nan, guess what happened? Any ideas?"
Again, all I could do was dumbly shake my head. I'm ashamed to say that under his constant scrutiny, I could feel my nipples beginning to harden. I saw his eyes latch on to them, but I made no move to cover them and make myself decent. I suppose deep down I knew where this was going.
"Still no answer Nan. Well I'll tell you anyway. He started talking about you Nan. He started talking about what a good woman you are and it's sad how your on your own and so forth. A couple more drinks though and he was talking very freely. He was telling me how you cock teased him for a year until the day he did your yard. He told me how he showered and you came into the kitchen, dressed pretty much how you are now, showing lots of tit flesh and thigh. He said you gave him a boner like he'd never had. He then went on to tell me how you got on your knees in front of him and gave him the best blow-job ever."
Transfixed, I stood, watched and listened. I had no idea how to react. Here was my 19 year old grandson, telling me things that should of remained so secret and I didn't know how to feel. He, all the while was ogling me, causing me to become heated and aroused. Even though I tried to turn it off, my arousal was obvious. I watched as he slowly lifted his hand and rubbed an impressive hard-on through his sweat-pants. Giving me a cocky smile as he did it. I broke eye contact with him and looked again at his hard-on. I could see the ridge of his helmet and a small wet spot appearing down his leg. I felt my pussy bubble for the first time and I squirmed a little. It didn't go unnoticed.
"Do I need to continue Nan?............... I could you know. The more drink I plied him with, the more his mouth ran away with him........ I know all the dirty details."
I still stood on the middle of the kitchen on wobbly legs, watching my grandson stroke his big hard cock through his sweat-pants, getting hornier and hornier. I know this sounds lame, but I had to ask the next question. I still hoped I was misunderstanding.