Loving Nanny Ruth
Nanny Ruth is my Maternal Grandmother.
I suppose, in today's parlance Granddad/Dad Bob Martins would be known as a 'Babe Magnet'. He had absolutely no problem 'pulling' the girls. Having 'pulled' he didn't play fast and loose with the young ladies affections either but stayed true to all of them. For their part they opened their hearts to his, their legs to his cock and their wombs to his seed. None of his women married. All remained true to him, his memory and his growing family.
It is known that five women bore him children, initially. It is widely believed that others, while happily accepting his cock, bore him no children. It is suggested that others, outside the immediate area also bore Bob Martins's children. On Bob's death it was found that he had made extensive provisions to support and sustain his burgeoning family in the form of trusts and legacy's. The five ladies, his original(?) conquests are constantly trying to find other women that succumbed to his charms, that they might also benefit from his legacy. Nanny Ruth was one of the ladies leading the search.
Bob Martins also made full provision for those of his children that he also made pregnant. My Mother, Anne's Mother and Sally's Mother being but three of them. To his credit he also made full provision for any sons his ladies might bear and their off spring. As you will understand Bob Martins was a wealthy man, a successful businessman as well as successful womaniser. All his businesses passed into trusts, managed by the five original 'wives' of his harem, for that is precisely how they saw themselves. The wives or concubines of a polygamous man. They accompanied him, jointly or severally, to functions, galas or on business trips, taking it in turns to look after the growing families as necessary.
Nanny Ruth is my maternal Grandmother. My maternal Grandfather was, as you know Bob Martins who was also my father, as you also know. This was entirely due to my Mother, in common with all her known half-sisters, wishing to bear her Father's child. Mum was, apparently, a late starter with regards bearing her Father's child as she had hoped to bear her brother's child. Unfortunately he died before she was able to become pregnant. Her Father, with her Mother's active participation, helped in bringing this desire to a happy conclusion. He consoled her nightly after her brother's death. Sadly I never knew Bob Martins in the capacity of Father or Grandfather as he died shortly after I was born. I now understand that I owe Nanny Ruth a great debt of gratitude and understand more clearly why she has taken such interest in my development over the years.
Nanny Ruth lived on the other side of town in Martins Crescent. A very nice Crescent containing only six, large, detached houses. The houses faced north with a large, crescent shaped expanse of grass between the Crescent and the main road. Along the side adjacent to the main road was a tall hedge of yew which gave the houses both privacy and significantly reduced noise levels from the main road. Although, as a child, I always thought it neat to have a whole road named after me it was only very recently that I had realised the true significance. Nanny Ruth lived in number 2. Julie's mum, Nanny Angela, lived in number 5 with Mary in number 3. Carol in 4 and Catherine in number 6. Number 1 was the family HQ where the harem ruled the roost.
According to the company papers number 1. is for a woman called Valerie, if she is ever found and wishes to use it. In that event the top floor of the large office block in the town was to be used as the HQ. If Valerie's off spring were to be located then they should receive the same treatment as the offspring of the other wives.
Bob Martins had tried to cross all the T's and dot all the I's.
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Nanny Ruth didn't look like anybody's Grandmother. Much less a Grandmother with an eighteen year old grandson. She still turned heads wherever she went. She turned heads at Saturday's rugby match and she looked particularly stunning whenever she joined the family outings to the local lido.
When I was young she was just another lady member of the family in a bikini like my Mother and Aunt Julie. Cousin Sally was 'just a girl'. Even when the hormones started to pump around my body with a vengeance and I started to regret that Sally was my older cousin, Nanny Ruth, Mother and Aunt Julie remained Nanny Ruth, Mother and Aunt Julie, for a little longer.
As you will now understand, all that has changed with my understanding of my true relationships with the afore mentioned ladies. Before rescuing Anne from the pouring rain I'd had only one attempt at fucking a girl and that was a total failure. Since fucking Anne, the love of my life, I've fucked a further four women. Anne's Mother, my own Mother, my Aunt Julie and her daughter Sally. All of which are absolutely fantastic! At a meeting with the above ladies I discovered that, not only had I been enjoyably fucking my family members but to a girl/lady they were all my half-sisters.
This was later confirmed by my Father, who was not my father but my half-brother and Uncle Henry, who is, as you've probably worked out, also my half-brother. Both my (half) brothers welcomed me into the new understanding and I had the strongest feeling that they would also welcome my help with 'looking after' the female members of our extended family. A task with which I was only too happy to give all the help they required.
At the rugby match on the previous Saturday Nanny Ruth had claimed she had a problem with her bedside light and asked that I 'pop round and take a look at it'. Traditionally any problems that Nanny Ruth had, were dealt with by Dave (Dad) or Henry (Uncle). If it was a big job then both would attend. Mum sent me round with a twinkle in her eye and the information that Nanny Ruth liked the job done properly and never rushed. She scheduled three quarters of a day. I set out early, freshly scrubbed after my night with Anne and Anne-too, and a spring in my step.
"Hello Martin, you're early." she greeted as she swung the door open inviting me in. For appearances sake I'd arrived in the company van, not my old, battered previously owned company van, and had carried my tool box up the driveway.
Nanny Ruth had obviously been up some time, she looked fabulous, fuckable, despite only wearing her housecoat. Her short housecoat. Her short, unbuttoned housecoat. As the door closed her other hand let go the sides of her housecoat allowing it to swing open.
Nanny Ruth still had a figure and what a figure! Legs to die for, they just went on and on even without the heels. 'Probably where I got my height from', I thought briefly as my eyes focused on her smooth, swollen cunt. Her labia were extended affording me plenty to suck and nibble before I pushed my cock deep inside. Her belly still had a good tone and her luscious tits didn't suffer very much from the effects of gravity. I did some swift calculations. Nanny Ruth was in her mid fifties maybe. Certainly not yet in her sixties. Her body was that of a fit woman in her early forties, oldest. I looked up to her face after probably too long drinking in her body and imagining it underneath me, on top of me and crying out for more of me. She was smiling at me.
"Will I do?" she asked smiling happily, "fuckable?"
I looked up at the clock - nearly nine o'clock. My next appointment was at three. Six hours! I wondered happily if I'd still be alive then.
"Very! Not sure about the housecoat though." I said for devilment.
She shook her shoulders in a practised way and the light covering slipped silently to the floor. OMG! WOW! My GrandMother, naked, was a work of art from her flowing silver blonde hair to her red fuck-me heels. I just hoped I wasn't gawping open mouthed and drooling from both corners.
"Hummm, would you mind..." I stumbled to a halt.
How do you ask your naked Grandmother to do a slow pirouette? Just the thought of the thought made me smile. Your Grandmother is standing in front of you wearing nothing but fuck-me red heels and a cum-hither smile and you worry about asking her to turn slowly so you can enjoy all of her? You could ask her to do anything and she probably would. My cock, which had been growing all the way to Nanny Ruth's house was now making a serious tent in my overalls.
"Do a little turn?" she suggested.
