Looing up Nan's Sirt

Clifford was in two minds as he rang his grandmother's doorbell. From childhood he had always been comforted by the way she hugged him, clasping him to her matronly bosom, but lately he had become more and more disconcerted. He still loved the warm comforting softness, but in recent weeks it had started to embarrass him, because he had stopped thinking of it as her bosom. Now they were tits. Big tits. Big firm tits with big hard nipples that pressed into him when she hugged him.

It wasn't Nan's fault of course. She had no way of reading his thoughts, how she affected him. How he lay awake at night, stroking his hard young cock as he mentally pictured her naked breasts. He tried to dispel the forbidden thoughts as he waited for her to answer the door. When there was no reply he decided to check if she was working in her garden. Walking around the side of the house he looked over the top of the gate and stopped in his tracks. Wearing her shapeless 'gardening' dress, Nan was crouched by the vegetable plot, picking tomatoes and placing them in a pouch formed by her pulled up skirt, affording a perfect side view of her stocking tops and a generous expanse of bare thigh.

Ducking below fence level, Cliff peered breathlessly through the gap between gate and post, praying that she would turn towards him. His mouth went dry when she straightened, and still holding her skirt high, turning around slowly to survey her garden. All reason fled at the sight of her 'sensible' granny pants, and the vee of her crotch, and he pushed the gate open and stood staring.

Nancy rose to her feet, the improvised pouch of her skirt loaded with freshly picked tomatoes. She turned around slowly, checking out the rest of her vegetable plot. The sound of the gate latch made her look up, to see her grandson Clifford staring at her. "Oh hello Cliff honey." There was genuine delight in her smile. "What a lovely surprise. What brings you here?" It took her a moment to realise what he was staring at, and she lowered her laden skirt enough to afford a modicum of decency.

"I just thought I'd come see you," he shrugged, continuing to stare. "Anyway do I have to have a reason for visiting my Nan?"

"No, of course not." She couldn't help but notice a growing bulge in the front of his shorts, and she diverted her eyes quickly. 'Omigod, the dirty little swine has a hard on,' she thought, although the word 'little' hardly applied to what she had seen. She smiled to cover her embarrassment. "Come inside and I'll make a cup of tea."

Cliff took sat on a kitchen chair watching her, and depositing the tomatoes on the counter, she came to him, opening her arms. "Give your old Nan a hug" she said, pressing his head to her substantial chest. He groaned to himself. This was the last thing he needed. His stiffy had just started to go down, and now she was making it rise again by shoving her tits into his face. Her hard nipple seemed to be trying to bore its way into his mouth through his cheek, and he tried to move away, but all he succeeded in doing was shift his face sideways until the stiff bud was against his closed lips. Misinterpreting this as a deliberate attempt to kiss her nipple, she raised her eyes to the heavens. 'Christ, he really is horny.'

Breaking the embrace she set about making the tea, but the lingering feel of his lips sent her mind back through the years, to when Cliff's mother Tanya, and her year younger brother Phil were around the same age as her grandson was now. They had always been wilful and rebellious, determined to go their own way no matter what. A couple of years after Nancy and their father had agreed to a parting of the ways, she had seen Tanya leaving her brother's room clad in only her underwear, and when challenged she had become defiant.

"Yeah, he fucked me. So what? It wasn't the first time, and I doubt if it will be the last. If you knew how good his cock is you'd probably let him fuck you too. Christ knows you need it."

Nancy had been too dumbfounded to respond. Her daughter due to be married in less than four months, so why would she risk everything by having sex with her brother? It didn't make sense, quite apart from the taboo aspect. It was her whole future happiness at stake if her future husband learned that she was committing incest with her brother.

After two weeks of brooding and avoiding her offspring, she finally accepted that she had to bite the bullet. It had been two weeks of torment with her imagination in overdrive, and Tanya's words burned into her brain. She hadn't wanted to, but she couldn't help wondering how accurate her daughter's description had been. Then the moment she had dreaded arrived, and she found herself alone in the house with Phil.

Plucking up her courage she broached the subject, but he just grinned. "Took your time mentioning it didn't you? Did you have to think about it?" he taunted. She opened her mouth to tell him how wrong his actions with his sister had been, but the words wouldn't come. Involuntarily her eyes moved to his crotch, and he laughed softly. "That's what it is, isn't it? You're jealous. You want a share." She shook her head in denial, but he wasn't convinced. He stepped closer and put his hand on her breast, squeezing and stroking confidently. She wanted to push him away, but her arms seemed to be glued to her sides, so she was relieved when he took his hand away. Her relief was short lived though, because he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties to her knees.

"You do want this, don't you?" he whispered, stroking her clit. This time she could not deny it because even if she did her wetness would give the lie to her denial. He was right. No matter how forbidden it was, she did want it. She was jealous of her daughter. Seconds later he was inside her, thrusting, driving, and finally mingling his cum with hers.

When it was over she tried to ease her guilty conscience by telling herself her son had raped her, but she knew that women who were raped did not thrust back. They did not cum as copiously as she had. And they most definitely did not enjoy it as much as she undoubtedly had. Once she thought it through properly, she realised that it was close to impossible to rape anyone as willing as she had been, so when her son was ready to go again she spread her legs and accepted his cock almost gratefully. With each successive fuck her feelings of guilt lessened, and by the third day her acceptance of incest was total and unrestrained. In spite of what man made society and its laws decreed, it was beyond her comprehension that something that couldn't feel more perfect should be wrong. Phil's cock was all that Tanya had claimed, and each morning she woke, she was eager to have another load of his cum in her previously neglected cunt. The more often he fucked her, the more resentful she became at having to share his glorious cock with his sister, so it was with unbridled joy that she watched her daughter exchange her vows.

Tanya was already pregnant when she walked down the aisle on her father's arm, and although she privately admitted that she was not sure who had fathered her child, her unsuspecting bridegroom was more than happy to believe it was him. The excitement of knowing that she was to become a grandmother was made even better by knowing she finally had her son's cock all to herself. There would be times of course, when her daughter found the lure of her brother's incestuous cock too strong to resist, but she would deal with that when it happened.

Two weeks after the wedding, Nancy was crouched over Phil, happily sucking his cock as he feasted on her creamy cunt. She tensed a little as she felt his fingertip press against her sphincter, and he whispered "Do you like it in here Mom?"

Withdrawing her mouth for a moment, she shook her head. "I don't know, I never tried. Why?"

He moved his finger back to her pussy, teasing her clit. "Oh, I just wondered. Tanya loves it."

When he didn't pursue it she returned to her task, lovingly licking and sucking his hard tool, and stroking his balls until his hot cum spurted into her mouth and down her throat. Although he didn't mention it again it stayed on her mind, and around bedtime - a meaningless term really, since they seemed to spend most of their free time in bed – she rummaged in Tanya's old room until she found what she hoped for. Unwilling ro perform such an intimate act with him watching, she unscrewed the cap and squeezed a generous amount of lube into and around her anus, then returning to bed she handed him the tube.

"I don't know if I'll like it but I'll give it a try if you want. Just be careful OK?" She watched as he applied the gel thickly to his cock, then allowed him to position her on all fours. Too late she began having second thoughts, because he was grasping her hips and pushing into her. The tight ring of muscle stretched uncomfortably, but not painfully, and she was pleasantly surprised how easily her son's cock, aided by the lubricant, slid into her virgin ass. She reached back to stroke her clit, and the stimulation alleviated most of the discomfort as Phil continued to thrust in and out of her back passage. By the time his thick cum added to the lubrication, she had decided that under the right circumstances, having her tight ass stuffed with his hard cock would make their already wonderful sex life even more satisfying.

The next two years were sheer bliss for Nancy. Seven months after her wedding Tanya gave her a grandson, Clifford, to spoil and dote on. This put a slight damper on things for Nancy, because it gave her daughter the perfect excuse to visit and be fucked by her brother, under the guise of seeking 'motherly advice'. It turned out to be not as bad as she feared though, because even after Tanya went home with a full pussy, Phil's appetite for his Mom seemed undiminished.

Almost a year after baby Cliff was born the inevitable happened. They were out grocery shopping when Phil fell hard for the new cashier at the supermarket, and after a whirlwind romance he and Natalie tied the knot. Nancy had known from the beginning that this day could come, but she hadn't expected it to be so sudden. Nonetheless she knew that to try to hold him would likely have the opposite effect, so she took it with good grace, hoping that he meant it when he assured her that she hadn't seen the last of his cock.

This proved easier than expected, because being at the bottom of the pecking order Natalie drew all of the crappy shifts, which meant she often had to work evenings, leaving mother and son free to fuck to their hearts' content. Everything was perfect for the next two years, and then Phil was offered a promotion by the insurance brokerage he worked for. Unfortunately the promotion was conditional on him agreeing to a two year posting to their Hong Kong office, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Left at a loose end, Nancy moped around the house for several months, and then the supermarket came to her rescue in an unexpected manner. She had returned to her car with an armload of groceries to find a well dressed man aged around fifty looking ruefully at a dent in her door. He had handed her a business card, identifying him as a senior bank executive, and whilst accepting full responsibility, mentioned that since the damage hardly justified an insurance claim, he was more than willing to pay for repairs. Impressed by his honesty and manners, and driven in part by her own loneliness, she had accepted his impulsive offer of dinner, and at the end of a very pleasant evening, she was surprised when he did no more than kiss her chastely on the cheek, and asked to see her again.

It was not until he delivered her home after the fifth date that Karl made the first overt move. She had invited him in for coffee and they were sitting companionably on the couch, when they had each turned to say something. Their lips had met for the first time, unexpectedly releasing the passion they had both held in check, and she had willingly accepted his caresses. Just as willingly she had allowed him to undress her, and then he was thrusting into her, quelling the fires that had been slowly smouldering since her son had left. He was almost apologetic as he withdrew his spent cock from her cum filled cunt, but she had smilingly dismissed it as something they had both needed.

Their relationship had quickly escalated, and six months later Phil and his wife flew back for the wedding, with Tanya and Natalie as bridesmaids. Ever practical, Karl had insisted she list her home for rental rather than for sale, and move into his larger house. He was a considerate and generous husband, and an imaginative lover, in stark contrast to his staid banker persona. The sex never failed to satisfy Nancy on a physical level, although she still seemed to feel there was something lacking.

This undefined need was resolved when her son returned from his overseas tenure. Although not as frequently as before, they still managed to contrive opportunities for some clandestine fucking, without arousing the suspicions of their partners.

Or so Nancy thought.

As the years passed, her appetite for sex never waned, but in the fifteenth year of their marriage Karl dropped a bombshell. One night after a particularly strenuous encounter, as he lay panting he remarked rather too casually. "You know sweetheart, It's a good thing you have Phil to keep you happy. I'm starting to have trouble keeping up with you." She shot him a startled look, loaded with apprehension, but he laughed softly. "Did you think I didn't know? I've known for years. You always have a certain look about you after a good fuck – just like now – and you always seem to have it after you see Phil, so it doesn't take Einstein to figure it out."

"Why have you never said anything? Didn't it bother you?"

He shrugged and kissed her. "I never said anything because I knew it made you happy, and that's the only thing I've ever wanted. Besides, you have always been more than willing whenever I wanted some, so I've never felt I was missing out. In a way I felt safe that it was your son fucking you, because I think it would kill me if anyone stole you away from me. I waited half a lifetime to meet you, so if fucking Phil keeps you with me I'm more than happy." He giggled nervously before adding "Just don't expect me to join in."

She felt like a load had been lifted from her shoulders, and they talked long into the night. By the time they fell asleep with their arms around each other they had come to an arrangement. Provided Phil never found out that his step father knew, Karl would arrange to 'work late' whenever mother and son wanted to fuck. Freed of the guilt of deceiving her husband, Nancy threw herself into the altered relationship with renewed enthusiasm, and it improved further one evening after one of Phil's visits. She and Karl were lying in bed, when he hesitantly suggested that she describe what she and her son had done together. Far from comfortable with the idea, she agreed reluctantly, but when she noticed the effect it was having on him she went into greater detail. Her narration seemed to reinvigorate his flagging libido, and he eagerly repeated each action, until they collapsed in an exhausted cum soaked tangle.

Everything had been perfect until eighteen months ago, when her whole world came crashing down around her. Firstly, Phil's hard work had finally paid off, and he had been appointed CEO of his company. She was delighted for him, but unfortunately accepting the promotion required him to move permanently to the head office in another state, so the mother-son fucking came to an abrupt end. As if being deprived of her son's cock hadn't been bad enough, less than five months later her beloved Karl had suffered a fatal heart attack. The following weeks had been a blur, the only thing she remembered other than the funeral being a realisation that the house held too many memories, so she had waited until the tenancy lease on her old house expired, and with Cliff's help she moved back in. Karl's insurance, and the sale of the house that she could no longer think of as a home, had provided her with a generous income, and as time passed she consoled herself with the memory of how good and how hard his cock had felt the last time they fucked a couple of days before his death.

Shaking off the reminiscences, she finished making the tea, and carrying the cups she walked past her grandson into the living room. Following her, Cliff took a seat in the overstuffed armchair as she sat on the matching couch, one hand absently fiddling with the hem of her skirt. Trying not to be too obvious he turned his face towards the window, watching from the corner of his eye in the hope that she would inadvertently reveal more of her thighs.

Undeceived, she leaned back and studied him over the rim of her cup. "You're trying to see my knickers again," she accused, mock sternly. "Well I suppose it's only natural. Young men your age are like that, although there's nothing special about them." After a long pause she laid her cup carefully in the saucer. "I'll tell you what. I'll show you them if you promise not to tell anyone." He nodded eagerly, and she moved to lift her skirt. "After all, they are only panties. It's not as if you're going to see my vagina, although I imagine a handsome young man like you has seen your share of those."

He shook his head in denial as he stared at the double layer of fabric stretched across her slit, and she raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You mean you haven't? I find that hard to believe." He shook his head again, and although she knew where it would almost certainly lead, she was too aroused to help herself. Keeping her eyes fixed firmly on his face, she ran a fingertip along the crease of her slit. "Maybe you'll get to see one soon."

With no way of knowing what had being going through her mind as she made the tea, he could only stare. He had seen pussies old and young, shaven and unshaven on his computer, but this was a thousand times better. Even though he couldn't see it, being so close to a real live pussy was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. Especially since it was his grandmother's. Licking his lips he rose from his chair and moved closer, unmindful of the erection that was threatening to split his shorts. He was close enough to make out the slightly darker damp patch on her crotch, and in his mind he ran a fingertip up and down her slit, wishing he had the courage to do it in reality. His hand shook uncontrollably as he laid it against her bare inner thigh, as high up as he dared, and with her eyes fixed firmly on his bulge, she gave a shaky laugh.

"Oh my, you are in a state aren't you?" she said, gently patting his cock through his shorts. "Perhaps if I take care of this it will calm you down." His blood pounded in his ears as she pulled down his shorts and for the first time in his life, fingers other than his own grasped his shaft. Unfortunately the excitement and anticipation was more than he could take, and he was mortified when his prick jerked, and his cum spilled over his Nan's fingers before she could start stroking.

"Oh god Nan, I'm sorry. I..I tried to um, I mean I didn't mean to .. that is I ..." he tailed off

helplessly.

"It's OK honey," she soothed, wiping her hand on her garden soiled dress. "It wasn't your fault. I think it happens to most young men the first time. The excitement gets the better of them." Embarrassment caused his cock to shrink, and she squeezed it gently to reassure him. "It will be different next time, you'll see. It was my fault for rushing things. Too much too soon I think." She pulled her skirt back over her panties and placed his hand on her breast. "Maybe it would have better if you had started here."