CH. 2
THE VISIT
Grandma fixed breakfast in the same pajamas which I had found so distracting the night before. I had trouble keeping up with any conversation. When Grandma noted my lack of concentration I blamed it on the pills, although I actually hadn't taken any. She caught me ogling her a couple of times and gave me puzzled glances.
After breakfast she dressed in a low cut white blouse, and a tight beige skirt. She had also put on a bit of make up, a light blue eye shadow, a little foundation and light pink lipstick. Sure enough I was aroused more often than not that whole morning. She suggested we play some card games. As Grandma and I were playing Uno, she acted a little nervous. Finally she poured herself a glass of gin and as if distracted handed me a bottle of beer.
"Sweetie, do you know what a fetish is?"
I was stunned by the question and answered with "Huh?"
"It's when someone has a sexual fixation."
"You mean like a pervert who likes shoes or poop?" I asked in shock. Did she think I was a freak?
Grandma looked shocked at my reaction and grabbed my hand. "Well, yes that is a fetish but I was talking about a sexual fixation on a physical characteristic. For example most men are fixated on breasts or a woman's buttocks. However some men are especially sexually attracted to blondes, or large women or attracted someone outside their ethnic group. I know this may be very embarrassing to talk about but I think its important that you do. And its probably easier with me than your parents. At first I thought you were joking, when you said you were fantasizing about Mrs. Claus but now its clear how excited you get from looking at my saggy old boobs. So are you "turned on" by mature women? Is that why you haven't gotten a girlfriend yet?"
Okay, these were loaded questions. Should I tell my grandmother that it was her that turned me on and be labeled an incestuous freak? Should I admit that my lack of a girlfriend had more to do with me being lame in the romance department than a lust for mature ladies? I thought if I admitted to the lesser of two evils the whole thing would blow over.
Blushing and forcing myself to tear up, I shamefully admitted that yes, I was attracted to older women and that I was sorry for being a freak.
Grandma took my hand in hers and kissed me on the cheek. "Oh sweetie, there's nothing wrong with you but don't let your fantasies keep you from experiencing life."
She hugged me tight and once again her breasts did their magic on me. When she sat back she noted my uncomfortable positional shift and gave me a speculative look.
During our game I caught her giving me thoughtful looks during our game.
After we finished our game, Grandma said. "I have to do some late minute Christmas shopping. So you're gonna be on you own for a while." She hugged my face to her bosom and said in a voice like she was talking to a small child "So be a good little boy for Grandma. I know you can't run with scissors but try not to play with matches." Ha Ha Grandma.
In her absence I sat on Grandma's couch watching
A Christmas Story
for the millionth time..
When she returned with her packages she took them into her room. We ate dinner and watched
Its a Wonderful Life
, It was about 8 at night when it ended.
Grandma yawned and stretched, her breasts looming before me like small hills. She smiled a bit as she caught my eyes track her momentarily fuller chest. "Well, we need to get you to bed, Jimmy. You know its Christmas Eve and if you're awake Santa might not stop here." My leg had been hurting all day from my fall the night before so I actually didn't mind. Once I was in bed I took a pain pill and fell rapidly asleep.
A couple of hours later I was abruptly awakened from a deep sleep by the door to my room flying open.
Shouting "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!" my grandmother walked into the room wearing a Santa cap, a large Santa suit which she had suitably stuffed with pillows and black boots. The Santa suit ended at her knees so I could see that she was wearing red stockings, probably identical to the ones she had worn at the Christmas party years before. She also wore the gold-rimmed glasses and the vivid red lipstick. One additional touch was a pinkish eye shadow that highlighted her deep blue eyes.
Realizing that she was probably wearing the same outfit underneath the Santa suit my cock became wood.
Over her shoulder was slung a white fur trimmed Santa sack.
She carefully placed the sack on the floor by my bed. "Well now, Mr. James Ellenville, word around the North Pole is that you're a naughty boy who's been crushing on Mrs. Claus? Is that true?"
Unsure as what exactly was going on I nodded yes.