My father and mother divorced when I was quite young, and they both remarried other people. My father married a much younger woman, only 10 yrs older than me. When I was 18, my dad and stepmother won a trip to Europe, through his job. I was definitely old enough to stay by myself, and was really looking forward to having the house to myself. I was getting ready to make a few calls, to invite some buds over, when the doorbell rang.
I answered the door, and there stood my step granny. She was a thin woman in her late 50's. She had a suitcase in her hand. "What the hell?" I thought to myself. "Hi hon, she said, I thought maybe you could use the company, and I could cook and clean for you" she added. I wonder if she saw the disappointment on my face, which I desperately tried to hide. "It could be fun" she said, smiling widely. I never really paid much attention to her last comment, and let her in.
She wasn't really that bad looking, and she had huge breasts, something I had never really paid attention to before. But now, for some reason, I stood there staring at the huge melons pressing against her shirt. She must've realized what I was staring at, but she just smiled. "Well, are you gonna help me with my suitcase or not?" she said, sarcastically. I grabbed the bag, and led her to the guestroom. Gramma slapped me playfully on the ass, commenting on how much I had grown up.
I smiled, and felt flushed with embarrassment, having her do that to me. I set the suitcase on the bed, and walked out of the room. Gramma followed me to my room, and I sat down at the computer. "Wow, I've never really played with a computer before" she commented. "Wanna show me how it works?" she asked. I agreed, reluctantly, and went online. I forgot that one of my favorite mature sites was my homepage, until it pulled up. Gramma sat there with a funny look on her face as the pics of elderly women popped up on the screen.
"Wow, some of them are older than me" she said, laughing. I quickly closed out the page, and Gramma asked me if I would bring it back up. "You really want to look at that?" I asked. "Yes, it's interesting" she said. I pulled the site back up, and Gramma and I sat there looking at pics of nude mature women, and began reading a story together. It was a story about a young man, and his old aunt, and it was turning me on. I felt my bulge pressing against my shorts, and hoped that Gramma didn't see it. Gramma was breathing a bit erratic, and I asked her if she was ok. "Yes honey, just a little hot" she said.
