My Grandma and Me, Ch. 1
by Maude1067
Incest, CFNM. OON, straight and some gay
I was always close to my grandmother. When my dad, her son, passed away, Grandma Rose was as devastated as my mom. I tried to comfort them both but being inexperienced in such matters, I was perhaps not a lot of help. But my efforts were appreciated.
My grief was tempered by the fact my father was rather distant. He didn't seem to have time for me or, at least, as much as he did for my older sisters. 'Asher,' he would say, 'I will pay attention when you do something useful.' I actually did useful things and I was rather successful. At the age of twenty, I have just been promoted at the company I joined just after high school graduation.
Since I was grandma's favorite and only grandson (she had several granddaughters), I was assigned by mom to visit her often, check on her, and help her in any way she needed. This I religiously did, having dinner with her twice during the work week and helping her at home on Saturdays. Then gradually I was coming over more and more until I eventually moved into her attached 'mother-in-law apartment'. There was a door leading directly into the main house, but this vacant apartment was a small one bedroom with a small living room and small kitchen. As I still had my privacy (and she had her privacy), it was perfect for me and the rent was low.
I did not have a girlfriend or family at that time so I had the time to help out. And I wanted to do so as my grandmother was a special person - kind and helpful. She was well off, so she contributed money to various local charities and she was always available to participate in many money raising activities. Occasionally, she even got me to help. She was only sixty, so she wasn't ready to settle down which meant I was helping her with her charities a lot.
Although she missed her husband greatly, grandma Rose was not going to stop living. She had several female friends, mostly widows like herself, and although she had some male friends, those relationships were platonic and several of the men were gay.
Then, one day, about three months after my grandfather died, the relationship between grandma Rose and myself dramatically changed. It is hard to write about this change. Did I like it? At first 'I wasn't sure' but later, absolutely 'yes'. Now, I knew how fond of me she was - always giving hugs, kisses on my cheeks, watching TV on the coach, arms around each other, and lots of snuggles. At age twenty, I was a young man and I could have stopped this if I had wanted to but, in truth, I did not want it stopped. My own parents love me but they were never real physical about it.
Neither were the 'hugging' types and yes, I admit it, growing up I really missed that kind of connection.
Grandma and grandpa supplied that missing ingredient, as she did with all her grandchildren. My sisters also loved grandma's and grandpa's hugs and kisses. I did not believe that I was seen as special in that regard while growing up. But once grandpa died when I was twenty years old, and once I became the 'get to' person in the family in helping grandma, my relationship with grandma Rose subtly changed.
We became great friends, sharing secrets, dreams, and desires. She was a great help when I joined the company I worked for - her advice was instrumental in my success and getting my promotion after only a year at the job (I joined the company when I was nineteen).
Perhaps I should not have been as shocked as I was on that magic day when grandma sat me down on a chair in front of her as she sat on the coach. She appeared nervous so I knew this was not going to be a normal discussion. This would be something more serious. Could she be getting married? Was she moving? Either one would mean the end, or, at least, a major change in our close relationship. That would be terrible for me.
"Asher, dear," Rose began, "this will be a little awkward for me and for you. You know you are an extremely handsome man. 'Cute' would be an understatement. Now, don't you start blushing! Compared to the other men I see, you are a god."
"I think you are beautiful, too, grandma," I said nervously.
"What I am going to ask of you will be awkward for you and definitely embarrassing. Hold your breath. I want to see you naked."
'What?" I exclaimed.
"Naked," grandma said. "I want to see my pretty grandson as nature intended. I want to see your sex organ and all you hidden spots."
I was taken aback. No, I was in utter shock. She wanted to see my cock and balls? Why? I was a good three inches soft and my balls hung low, but I wasn't anything special down there. What could be the appeal? And how could she ask this of me? They are called 'privates' for a reason. I would be humiliated.
"I can't really do that," I said softly and weakly. "You are my grandma."
"That is just the point. I love you and you know I love you. It should not matter. And I do want to see you in the nude, to see all of you, and I am asking you to please do this."
Well, I could hardly say no. I just didn't know if I could handle the embarrassment. What if she didn't like what she saw? What if I got hard? That would be too much.
But my grandma had given me love - a love that was unconditional. She had been more important to me than my parents. She was the rock upon which I was building my life. How could I say no? I couldn't.
"I love you grandma," I said, "and I will do as you ask, if you really want me to do it."
"With all my heart," she said with a smile. "Come to me and give me a kiss."
I got out of the chair and leaned down to her when she suddenly kissed me on the lips. I was stunned. But I liked it. So I quickly stripped down to my boxers. She got up and tweaked my nose, ran her finger across my lips. Her finger then slowly ran down my neck and to my nipples. She ran circles around each one and what a sensation I felt as she tweaked my nips. I never knew nipples on a man could be so sensitive.
Her fingers continued down my body and she seemed to count my ribs and then she stuck her tongue inside my belly button. I jumped at that. But I said nothing. I was completely being taken over by my grandmother.
She finally arrived at my boxers. Now was the moment of truth. She pulled the top down a little revealing my pubic hairs. She ran her finger through them and then removed my boxers. She just stared at my penis.
"Oh, my god," she exclaimed, "you are so perfect. My grandson has the perfect penis - it must be over three inches. And your balls! Oh, please, Asher, may I hold your balls?"
Still in shock, I mumbled a soft 'yes' and she placed my entire manhood in the palm of her hand. I felt electrified as my body stiffened up in response to her delicate touch of my most private part. I could feel my balls as they rolled around in her hand. She gently tugged my scrotum, running a finger nail down each winkle.
I knew that I would become erect if she didn't stop so I said "Grandma, you need to stop."
"Of course, sweetie," she said. She then released my balls and turned me around. "You have a very cute ass, Asher." She rubbed my butt cheeks and ran a finger down my crack (but not inside, thank goodness - that would have sent me over the top). She then slapped my butt and said "Get dressed and thank you so much."
I had thought that was the end of this. She got to see me naked and I assumed there would be no follow up. I mean, what else could she do? I was shocked when I realized that I was sad and disappointed. I wanted her to see me naked again. I liked the feeling and I liked how happy she was when she was fondling me. I shouldn't have worried. Grandma had more in mind.
A couple of days later, she asked a curious question. "Asher, dear, do you know what caressing is?"
I did know but not what caressing had to do with what happened the other day. I mean she basically caressed my balls and penis. What more could there be? Quite a bit more, as it turned out, and it did not involve sex as such. In fact, during all the time that I lived with or helped out grandma, she never took her clothes off. This was strictly CFNM (clothed female, nude man) and OON (only one naked).
"Do you trust me?" grandma said with a smile and a giggle.
"Of course," I replied. "You are the only one I do trust."
"Take a shower and then come to the second guest room. And Asher, you cutie, come naked." With that she walked away. So I showered and remaining naked, I walked to the room and found grandma with a great smile with a new massage table. She patted her hand on the table and said "Get on the table, honey, and lay on your back. And by the way, I love the way your cock and balls sway when you walk - so precious."
Once I was settled, she said "I'm going to caress your beautiful body, using my fingers, hands, tongue and lips, to explore every inch and have you experience the greatest feeling a man can have." I was shocked and embarrassed. Every inch? Am I to have no secrets from grandma? I knew then that she loved me completely. She loved me as a person and she loved my body. "To enhance your experience, you need to be blindfolded." So wearing a blindfold and nothing else, I lay on the table with my manhood prominently on display. My heart was rapidly beating with the excitement I was having, knowing my grandma was staring at my sex.
Grandma Rose began with my chest, gently twisting my nipples. She raised my arms up and smelled and then licked my armpits, tugging on the few hairs I had there. She rubbed my ribcage and kissed my stomach area. I had to concentrate on keeping my cock at rest.
She recognized my agitation and immediately moved to my feet and legs. She pulled on each toe and then gave my legs a strong rubdown. But the higher on my legs she got, the more agitated I became. I could feel her fingers on my inner thighs and knew her fingers were just inches from my scrotum. Then she stopped and nothing happened.
"Is everything okay, grandma?" I asked.
