By the time I made my way back to the family reunion, after fucking grandma in the dunes, almost everybody had returned to the hotel, ready to take an afternoon siesta. I walked up the almost empty beach, into the resort, and up to my room to take a shower. Then, I laid down on my bed and fell asleep.
I woke to the phone ringing. It was my dad - - telling me that the reunion dinner was about to begin and where the hell was I. I pulled on some clothes and hit the elevators. Downstairs, the dining room was full of laughing, shouting Culpeppers. I looked around and saw my dad waving toward me. My family had left a seat open at our table right between himself and grandma and. I sat down to greetings from everybody.
Gran looked stunning in a short black dress with a deep neckline, her massive tits on display as well as her soft, rounded shoulders. She gave me a peck on the cheek.
"There's my chaperone," she said with a giggle.
"At last," my dad said gruffly.
I dug into the meal.
As I finished up my roast beef and potatoes, I glanced up to find my mother staring at me.
"Jim," she said with a bright smile. "You and gran seem to be getting along so well this weekend. It makes me happy."
I smiled and looked to gran. She was smiling as well. Under the tablecloth she squeezed my thigh.
"Yes, Marie," gran answered. "What old lady wouldn't enjoy the company of a handsome young guy like Jim?"
My dad chortled. "Enjoy," he said half-mockingly. "Have you been enjoying grandma's company?" he asked me with a smile.
"You bet," I said, starting to feel a flush run up my neck. "Hey, Dad, pass those rolls will you."
The waiters cleared the table and started passing out dessert.
"Oh my," gran said. "Too many calories for me. I need to take a little break."
"Jeff," she said, turning to my dad. "Can you take me upstairs. I want to freshen up after this big meal."
Dad turned to me. "What about junior here. I thought he was your designated escort for the weekend."
Gran laughed. "I'm going to give junior a little break . . but if you're more attached to your carrot cake . . ."
Dad smiled. "The cake can wait."
He stood up from the table.
Gran leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Come up stairs in about fifteen minutes. I have a special dessert for you."
She squeezed my shoulder as she stood up. Then, she and dad left the dining room together.
I gobbled up some cake and slurped down a quick cup of coffee.
"Pardon me," I said as I stood up. "I'll be right back."
Everyone was chattering away and barely had time to notice me. My mom smiled sweetly at me and waved her hand.
I left the hub-bub of the dining room and made for the elevator. My palms were sweaty and I was feeling flushed - - thinking about gran waiting for me upstairs. Exiting the elevator, I made my way down the corridor to gran's room. I leaned an ear against the door and heard my father muttering something. Should I wait? Or, should I go?
I knocked softly on the door.
"Come on in, Jim," I heard my grandmother shout.
I turned the handle of the knob and opened the door. Then, my jaw dropped to the floor. There on the bed sat grandma, her dress pulled down to bare her big creamy tits, one hand on my dad's cock, her face lit up with a big, bright smile. My dad turned to me with an equally big smile.
"Come on in, son," he said, as granny began pulling on his cock. "The fun's just about to start!"
I felt dizzy and I walked toward them as if in a dream. Gran meanwhile was starting to pull on Dad's cock with two hands.
"Come on, baby," she said to me. "Take your clothes off."