All the characters in this story are fictional and over 18.
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It was a summer vacation, just 1 month before my 20th birthday.
I was at home after passing my exhausted final exams at college, and it was a hot day, when my grandma shouted at me,
"Mickey will you water the garden all the day?! Come in the house, I need you to do something here,"
I shouted back," ok will be there soon."
It was a week now since my grandma came to visit, she was a pain in the ass always shouting at me, and asking for something; don't know why she didn't visit when I was away?!
I finished my gardening work and went inside the house.
The bitch was in the living room wearing a short skirt not matching with her sixty something years old, showing he well shaved pretty legs even in her age.
And on contrary she was wearing a wide T-shirt ,as she used to wear all the time, witch put me in conclusion that she is hiding a disaster underneath.
"I'm here now grandma," I said when I was at house
My T-shirt was all wet, out of our old garden water hose and my own body sweats.
She shouted again, "How many times should I tell you to not call me that ugly name?! Call me Emma, understand young boy?"
I sighed and nodded, trying my best to not argue with her.
"Ok Emma you wanted me to do something?" I asked with patient.
She said, "Yeah, come over here and help me moving this sofa, need to replace it to face the TV."
Didn't want to argue, so I helped her moving it while saying,
"But Mom wants the sofa to be here, she will get mad if you moved it."
She looked at me with angry eyes and yelled,
"Fuck you, and fuck your mother little boy, I will do whatever I want."
I sighed again swallowing her insult,
I got used of her dirty mouth, but soon she will use this dirty mouth in many useful other things, I thought in myself.
As I placed the sofa I said, "Do you need something else Emma?"
"No little boy."
"Great, as I need to have shower. " I told her, while taking off my T-shirt.
I moved to the stairs slowly giving her the chance to stare at my athletic body, I considered to take off my shorts too, but I thought that will be too much for now.
I stopped at the first step of the stairs then turned around showing my most innocent face, in addition to my sweaty six abs body,
"You sure you don't want anything else before my shower Emma? As I will be in my room after that for a while," I said politely.
She looked at me with red check, clearing her throat "No little boy," she said with low husky voice.
I smiled, and headed to my shower with naughty thoughts playing my mind.
I was sure at that moment that, my plan will be a hit.
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An hour later, I was at the living room, she was there lying on the sofa watching TV.
I was dressed in a tiny t shirt with no sleeves, trying to show off my body.
I sat on a couch beside her, and cleared my throat.
She looked at me casually and resumed watching one of her nasty boring shows.
Now my plan was clear on my head, so I started, "Emma, can we talk for a while?"
She said without looking at me still watching TV, "what about little boy?"
I said trying to show hesitation, "it is a little embarrassing!" my head down looking at the floor.
She said with impatient voice, "If you are that embarrassed, shut up and get your ass out of here." she yelled without even looking at me.
"I hate that bitch," that's what I told myself, but luckily I was ready for her bitch attitude, so I stood up and said trying to sound as hurt as possible, "I just don't know how can we have a normal relationship like any boy in my age and his grandmother? , you always push me away, although I only need your advice.
"I need you to listen to me, talk with me about my life, my dreams, my problems, and perhaps listen to you while telling me about your experience in life, but that seems to me a dream that will not come true!"
I pretended to be moving away and already turned my back to her, when she said, "Get your ass over here little boy."
I smiled in victory but managed to hide my smile while turning my face to face her, and for my surprise she was smiling.
She patted the sofa beside her and said, "Sit down Mickey and tell me what your problem is!?"
I sat down beside her then surprised her with a deep hug tried to make it as innocent as possible while saying, "Thank you EMA, I really love you."
The bitch was taken by surprise, so she patted on my back trying to calm me down and said, "And I love you too Mickey, now tell me."
Tried to act as hesitant as I can, then said with a low voice, "it's about fantasies I used to have recently."
She smiled and said," Fantasies, what about?"
I said again with shaky voice,"MILFS and,,err and grannies."
She gasped in surprise and said, "You have fantasies about MLIFS?"
I looked hesitant again then said, "Can I open my heart for you Emma?"
I was sure that I got her full attention as she said, "always honey." she said curiosity filling her eyes.
I smiled to myself in amusement, could not believe that she said honey to me, the plan was working more smooth than I even expected.
I said while looking at the floor trying to avoid eye contacts, "But please don't tell mom, she might get mad of me."
She was really concerned and curious when she came closer to me and put her arm around my shoulder assuring me, "What's between us remains between us honey."
I took her other hand between my hands and said, still looking at the floor," it is not just fantasies Emma."
She gasped and her checks got red while I continued, "I already had some, ,, some ,, you know ,, some affairs with MILFS."
She said with a voice full of curious, clearing her throat again and again, "What kind of affairs?"
I started squeezing her hand between my hands while saying, "Well, sexual affairs."
Now she was deep in the conversation, as she came closer to me, and said," tell me honey, who and how!"
Actually I wasn't lying to her, as I was already involved in many sexual affairs with some hot MILFS.
That was my little secret that I didn't want to reveal until I got that naughty thoughts about grandmother.
I said trying to sound as ashamed as possible "I can't tell, Emma, they are respectable wives."
"Wives?!!!" she said with high breath, "What are their ages Mickey?"
I replied with a shamed voice "They are over forty, and one of them is over sixty."
She breathed heavily when she said "But they are too old for you!"
I looked at her in the eyes and got her other hand in my hands, now squeezing both of them, and said," No please Emma, don't say that, the women in that age are very attractive, they are nice, caring and , err,, you know, ,, very good in bed."
Grandma got really surprised with what I said, and I could feel her body shivers, out of my talking and the squeezing that I do to her hands.
She said, "So, if you say you love older women, what's the problem that you have?"
I smiled deep in myself; the conversation went very well as I planned.
I looked at her and said, "Honestly i want to ask you about how to deal with them, I can handle them quite well while we are in bed, (Saying without hesitation this time) but in normal life I don't know, it is not quite easy to deal with, so I wanted to talk to you about that, what women need what they care about, and so on.
"A hot woman with experience like you is sure passed of this kind of adventures in her life and can tell me what to do." I continued
She got little hesitated before saying "Well, that will require lots of details honey before telling you how to deal with each one of them, but before that, I need to know why you don't get yourself a girlfriend in your age?"
My victory is coming soon; the conversation was going to the spot where I hide my little surprise for her (Not actually little)
I tried to get blushed and ashamed when I said, "Girls in my age always run away from me." and that wasn't true
She got surprised of my answer and said worryingly, "Why honey do you piss them off?"
I shook my head and said, "No, Emma, never."
She asked, "Then why they run off?"
I looked on the floor still squeezing her hands, "That's because of my,, err, my dick!" I said with low innocent voice.
She gasped in surprise then tried to not show how surprised that our conversation leads to that point, she asked clearing her throat for the hundred times since we started our conversation, "what about your dick?" she said trying to be casual and in mothers mood.
I cleared my throat, then said, "They don't like it, they gasp and run away once they saw it!" I was lying again.
She squeezed my hands feeling sorry for me, "Oh poor Mickey is it that small?"
I said with low voice, avoiding answering her question, "Actually I began dating older women when one of my folks advised me that, I will never succeed with girls in our age and I should be looking for hookers or MILFS, if I ever need to ,, you know,, get laid"
She was trying to understand when she asked, "Why honey what's the problem?!"
I looked at here with ashamed face still squeezing her hands and looked at the floor then said," Can't explain more Emma,"