The Volcano Game

The Volcano Game, Part 1

The clouds were low and grey when Diane pulled into her daughter's driveway. She looked at the clock and was happy that she had a full two hours with them before they left on their week-long anniversary trip to Hawaii. They'd asked her to be at the house by 1pm and she was. Perfect.

She got out of the car and grabbed her suitcase from the back seat, just as Sarah, her daughter, and Ben, Sarah's husband, walked out the front door to greet her.

"Mom! How was your drive?" Sarah asked as she walked up to her and the two hugged.

"It was long, as usual, but no problems at all," Diane said.

Ben hugged her, then grabbed the suitcase from her. "When did you leave?" he asked.

"I don't know... 6am or so. It was early," she smiled. "But I beat a lot of traffic."

"Hopefully there wasn't much since it's Sunday," Ben smiled.

"You never know down there."

"Come in, come in," Sarah said. "Justin will be so happy to see you."

Justin was just coming into the living room as they walked in the door. "Justin!" Diane said, excited to see her grandson. It had been a couple years since she'd seen him. And he was just the young man she was here to see.

"Hi Grandma," he said as he came over to give her a hug. He felt a little uncomfortable getting close to her. She was wearing a summer dress... very much too early in the season for such an outfit... and it was very low cut. Her DDD-cup breasts were practically bulging out, ready to rip through the thin material.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, giving him a big hug herself. But his mom saw his hesitation, how he looked at his grandmother, and knew why. It was always the same reason and, ever since Justin hit puberty, it always embarrassed him.

"Mom... you're not 20. You're 63 for heaven's sake," Sarah said, when Diane broke her hug.

"Thanks for reminding me," Diane smiled. She knew where this conversation was going. It seemed like Sarah always complained about the way she dressed. Ben started walking upstairs to finish packing, knowing the argument was starting again.

"It's just... you should dress, you know... your age."

"What's wrong with this?" Diane asked. "How exactly are people my age supposed to dress?"

"I don't know..." Sarah said, stopping to try to think of the right way to express how she felt.

"Frumpy?" Diane spat. "That's what I thought you'd say anyway. I'm not dead, you know. It would be nice to have a man in my life again."

"Yeah, but..."

"No 'yeah, but'... If I want to attract a man, I need to dress the part," Diane said.

Sarah just shook her head. Her mom was just going to have to grow up some day and act her age. "Whatever..." She never liked her mom's cavalier attitude toward sex. She was far more conservative, more like her dad, while her mom was very liberal... definitely a child of the sixties and seventies.

"Well," Sarah said, "I have to go finish packing. Make yourself comfortable."

*****

An hour later, Diane came down again, holding a piece of paper. "I thought about some rules that I want Justin to follow this week while you're here."

"Ok," Diane said, understanding. They'd left him alone last year when they went on an anniversary trip and he totally went wild and wrecked the place. It was his senior year in High School and all his friends came over, partied, had liquor when they weren't supposed to... and girls. They asked Diane to stay the week this year to make sure that didn't happen again.

"The first is that Justin has a 10pm curfew every night. I want him to be home by then with no one over after 10pm."

"Ok," Diane nodded.

"He has the keys to our car and will only drive our car, not yours," Sarah continued. "He can drive himself to school and anywhere he needs to go, but I want him home by 5pm to have dinner with you." Diane nodded when she glanced up. "He can do whatever he wants between dinner and 10pm as long as his chores and homework are done. He's not allowed to have more than one friend over at a time... no parties at all! And I want you to make sure he does his homework and chores every day."

Diane nodded. "Ok. That sounds reasonable enough."

"He has his phone and computer to work on... just make sure he stays off the adult sites," Sarah said. "We've punished him several times for that already so he should know better."

"Gotcha," Diane said, smiling.

"I'll put the list on the fridge to remind him, so you can just tell them they're my rules and I can be the bad guy. Ok?"

"Yeah, that'll be perfect," Diane said. "Are you all packed?"

"I think so," Sarah said, watching Ben bring the last of the suitcases down the stairs.

"I'll go put these in the driveway," Ben said. "The cab should be here any minute." Just as he reached the rest of the pile of luggage in the driveway, the yellow car pulled in from the street. "Honey! The cab's here!"

"Oh! Ok Mom," Sarah said, giving her mom a hug.

"Have a safe trip and a wonderful time!"

"Thank you. Justin! We gotta go, honey." Justin walked into the foyer from the kitchen and gave his mom a hug. "You be good for your grandmother, ok? Remember what we talked about."

"I will Mom."

She held his shoulders firmly, looking right at him to make sure he understood. "Really. Remember what I said."

"Ok! I will Mom."

Diane wasn't sure what the fuss was all about, but obviously there was something Sarah was concerned that Justin would or wouldn't do.

"Ok then... I think we have everything," Sarah said, quickly looking around as she walked to the door. "We'll see you in a week."

Diane and Justin stood in the doorway, watching his mom and dad put the suitcases into the cab, then waved as they got in and drove off. Justin then went back into the kitchen to finish making his lunch, while Diane went up to the bedroom to unpack her suitcase.

*****

It was two hours later when Diane finally came downstairs again and found Justin laying on the couch, looking at his phone.

"Your mother has left you in the best of hands, kiddo," Diane said. "Did she go over her list of rules with you?"

"I'm eighteen!" he complained. "I don't need a freaking babysitter!"

Diane nodded. "She has left you in my care to make sure everything goes well. She said last time, you had a lot of friends over for parties and absolutely destroyed the house. The police were even called. That won't be happening again. There will be no trouble this week. You understand?"

"Yeah, yeah," Justin said, not happy at all about the situation. He loved his grandmother, but she didn't have to babysit him and enforce... rules.

"So, have you done your homework?" Diane asked.

"Yeah," he said without even taking his eyes off his phone.

"For real done your homework and not just saying it?"

"Yeah... almost all of it," he said, sounding less sure this time.

"Almost all of it?"

"Yeah," he said. "I'll get it done."

"Your mother asked me to be here to make sure you are doing what you're supposed to, young man," she said.

"I am! I always do what I'm supposed to."

"Mmhmm... so, if I asked you to show me your work, it'd be done?" she asked.

"Not all of it. Not yet... but it will be," he said, finally looking at her. "I can't just like... just do it. I have to be in the right frame of mind."

"You've been home all weekend and haven't yet got in the right frame of mind?"

"No... but I'll finish it," he said. "You know, you can do whatever you want and I'll do whatever I want this week. You don't have to pester me."

"Funny... your mother said you'd say that," she smiled.

"I don't believe you."

"She did," Diane nodded. "She said that you'd pretend to be a good boy and that everything would be ok and everything would get done. And that you wouldn't actually do any of it." She was distracted for a moment as his eyes weren't looking at hers any longer. They were straying a little... lower.

"Are you looking at my....? Justin!" she said sharply.

"What?"

"My eyes are up here," she said, pointing to her eyes.

"Sorry! They're just really... big."

"Justin," she said, shaking her head, "that's so inappropriate."

"I just think... you know... they're nice," he said. "You look very nice."

She smiled, enjoying the attention, although she wanted the attention from other men, not her grandson. "I'm happy that you like them but you're supposed to keep those thoughts to yourself."

"Ok... I was just saying," he said.

"Maybe if you stopped gawking at me and got your mind in the right place, you'd get stuff done for real."

"I'm not gawking at you," he protested.

"Yes you are," she smiled.

"Fine... I'll go finish up my homework," he said, sitting up.

"And after we have some pizza, you can study up to bedtime..."

"Yeah," he nodded. "Ok."

"You promise?" she asked.

"I promise."

She noticed that his eyes had drifted down again, looking right at her breasts. "Justin... eyes up here." When he looked at her face again, she continued. "Ok... go do your homework. Pepperoni ok?"

"Yeah."

*****

It was 11pm and, true to his word, Justin had stayed in his room the entire night. She'd changed for bed, wearing only panties underneath her long, black, satin robe that was cinched tight around her waist. This was her normal bedtime outfit and she didn't feel she needed to change that. She walked up to the door, knocked, and walked right in without waiting for an answer.

"Hey, Justin, what do you..." she started to say and stopped in her tracks. She was shocked to see that Justin was sitting at his desk, working on his computer, but the screen was filled with a porn video, not his essay. The volume was turned down, but the distinct moaning of the girl onscreen could be heard as the large cock plowed into her from behind. The video changed from the cock to her pleasure-filled face.

"Oh! Oh my gosh! What are you doing?" she asked in shock.

"You're supposed to knock!" Justin yelled, trying to find the button to close the window on his computer screen. It took far too long before he closed it and made the moaning stop.

"What if I told your mother about this?" Diane said. "She'd be so disappointed."

"Don't tell my mom, Grandma," Justin said. "You don't have to. It's not a big deal."

"It's not?" Diane said, shaking her head. "I can't believe you're doing that."

"I'm sorry," Justin said defensively. "I just... get really horny sometimes. It's not that big of a deal. Everybody does it."

"I understand," she said, a little more relaxed. "And although I might agree with you, your parents definitely do not. They do not want porn in the house. So if you don't turn the computer off, I'm going to have to take it from you. Why in the world do you watch that stuff anyway? No girlfriend?"

"No," he said, sounding a bit sad. "I had one in High School, but not since I graduated. She went to another college."

"Is that what created all your anxiety?" she asked. He looked at her as if wondering how she knew. "Your mom says you have a lot of anxiety and that it's affecting your grades. She said you weren't on medication yet, but that that was the next step."

"Yeah," he nodded. "We're trying to work through it without pills. She's been giving me these... treatments... most nights at least, at bedtime, to help calm me."

"What kind of treatments?" she asked as Justin powered off his computer and turned to face her.

"She... uh... calls it the Volcano Game."

"What is that?" Diane asked. "Some sort of card game or something? A board game?"

"No... she kind of... she kind of gives me a massage," he said. "A special massage. She massages my... thing."

"What thing?" she asked before her brain could stop her.

Justin pulled his pajama pants down slightly, showing his large erection.

"What...?" Diane said and then looked away, embarrassed. "Whoa..." She couldn't believe that her own grandson was flashing his penis at her.

Justin pushed his pajama pants completely off, tossing them aside as he sat in his office chair.

"Um... ah, the, uh... the thing," she said, realizing now what he was talking about. She blushed, completely embarrassed, as he sat there as if nothing were wrong.

"Yeah."

"So this just got really weird," she said, looking up at the ceiling, trying to look anywhere but at his crotch.

"It's not weird."

"Yeah," she nodded emphatically. "It's definitely weird. Your mom... massages... it?"

"Yeah, like, kinda..." Justin made a jerkoff motion with his hand, his fingers curled into a circle. "It really helps me fall asleep."

Diane shook her head. There was no way her daughter touched him like that. Sexually. "You're full of shit."

"No... serious. She like... you know," he made the jerk-off motion again. "And then it explodes and stuff comes out. Then I can really fall asleep. It's so relaxing."

"And... why don't you just do it yourself?" she asked. Why would his mom have to jerk him off? He could easily just do it himself if that's all it took for him to relax before bed.

"She says she wants to do it for me," he said. "It's like... professional therapy or something."

"Ok... so, um," she said nervously, "I'm not doing... that."

"Then how am I supposed to fall asleep?"

"You can count sheep for all I care," she said. "Just go to sleep."

"That stuff doesn't work for me," he said. "It hasn't for a long time now. That's why we have the Volcano Game."

"Look... I'm not doing that," she said, shaking her head. She pointed towards his bedroom door. "I'm going to go... and ask your mother about it... and if I find out you're lying to me, you're going to be very grounded this week."

"Alright," he said, climbing into his bed as Diane walked out the door. She was so sure that he was lying. She didn't know what his game was, but there was no way that her conservative daughter was giving her own son hand jobs. She grabbed her phone as she went into her bedroom and closed the door.

She brought up the texting app and started typing. She hated to interrupt their vacation with such a stupid question, but she had to know. They were five hours behind, so they should just be getting ready for dinner.

Grandma: I hope your trip is going well. Stupid question... Volcano Game?

How in the world was she going to explain the question if Sarah asked her about it? This was so stupid! She chastised herself for even bringing it up. Then her phone dinged with the reply from Sarah.

Mom: Oh my gosh! I told him not to bring that up.

"Oh my God," Diane said out loud. "It's... true?" She typed her next question. She really had to know.

Grandma: You play it with him?

She waited, getting nervous with each passing second. This had to be a mistake. She had to think it was something else. Her phone dinged again.

Mom: Yeah... it helps him sleep. We also have an Animal Game

and a Flower Game if you want variety. I like the Flower Game

the most.

Diane shook her head. This was so beyond weird. Her own daughter? And she's freely admitting it?

Grandma: I'm... shocked.

The response came back quickly.

Mom: Sorry. Didn't mean to put you through that. If you decide

to play it, I have stuff in his nightstand to help.

"Well, that's helpful," Diane said to herself. "I have things that will help you give my son a handjob, if you want to. I mean, come on! Oh my God! This is... so... wrong!"

Grandma: Ok... thanks for verifying. Have a fun trip.

She felt even more awful now. She found out a deep, dark, family secret... and strangely one that they don't even really hide very well. Her daughter actually admitted to the debauchery! She shook her head and knew she had to do the right thing and admit to Justin that she was wrong.

She slid out of bed and tightened the sash holding her robe closed. Slowly, she walked down the short hall and rapped at his door before opening it.

"Justin?" she asked as she opened it a little.

"Hey Grandma." Justin was lying in his bed, now, under the covers, the light on his nightstand lit.

"I just... I just came in to apologize," she said, coming over to sit on the side of the bed. Her hands nervously rolled together in her lap. "I... I don't even know what to say... but your mother confirmed that she does play... that... game... with you."

He smiled. "I told you."

"I have to say, though, I am completely shocked," she said, shaking her head. "This is so... very... unlike her. I know it's a fundamental need, but... I don't know if I'm going to be able to actually... play it. It's a little much for me."

"But I'm not going to be able to sleep if you don't do it," he said, sounding a little desperate. "I don't see what the big deal is."

"Your mom said there were other games... like a... an animal game... or flower game. What are those?"

Justin smiled. "In the Flower Game I touch you... you know... and make you feel really good."

"Touch me?"

"Down there," he said, his eyes looking down her body at her crotch. "Mom says it kinda looks like a flower, but I dunno."

"Oh," Diane said, looking shocked. "My, uh... vagina."

"Yeah... that," he nodded. "She likes that game the most. She says it really helps her sleep, especially when she's all stressed out from work and stuff. I like the Volcano Game most, though."

"And the other is...?" she asked, wondering if she really wanted to know.

"The Animal Game... that one's weird," he said. "I don't like it too much. It's kind of like the Flower Game and the Volcano Game at the same time. We like grunt and stuff like animals then one of us gets behind the other and, like, slams their hips into their butt a few times. One time, she let me go inside her, too. That was the Flower Game part."

Diane shook her head in complete shock and amazement at the debauchery her own daughter was promoting. Incest... was really, really wrong. And she was making a game of it. "Ok... if I do... the thing... play the Volcano Game... you'll go to sleep and we're done. Alright?"

"Yeah," he agreed, nodding.

"Ok." Diane stood and opened the drawer in his nightstand. It was almost like the proverbial kitchen junk drawer, with items strewn all about. Digging through it, she found kid's flashcards, notepads, pens, pencils, rubber bands, paper clips, and, finally, a bottle of lube. That must be what Sarah was talking about. She pulled it from the drawer and sat back on the bed again. "So... how do we start?"

"I just... get these out of the way..." Justin said, pushing the covers aside, sliding his pajama pants down, and pulling his shirt up. His growing erection prominently rose in the air, capturing her attention. "Then you can put a little of the lube on your hand and just... you know... start."

Embarrassed, she dribbled some of the lube on her hand then wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She slid her hand slowly up and down, trying to spread the lube around it.

"Your hand is really soft," he said as she looked away, blushing. "That feels good."

She nervously licked her lips and couldn't bring herself to look at him. "How long does this normally take?"

"Not very long," he said. He reached towards her stomach and grabbed the collar of her robe, pulling it, exposing her naked breast.

"What are you doing?" Diane asked nervously, looking down at him and grabbing her robe with her left hand to cover herself again.

"Opening your robe a little," he said. "I like to see your boobs. My mom usually already has them out. She likes to show them to me. It helps a lot. Makes the game go a lot faster."

She looked at the ceiling, wondering how she was going to get through this. But she had to... she already started down this path. It was to help her grandson sleep. Besides, they were only breasts, right? She kinda flaunted them all the time, anyway. Just... not normally to her grandson.