I had just finished High School, finally turning 18 and I stayed in trouble, while I had been in School, at home, fighting, stealing it didn’t matter to me. After my Dad left, I didn’t give a shit and Mom couldn’t stop me.
“You’re going to end up in jail if you don’t stop this behavior!” she told me.
“Like anyone gives a shit about me!” I screamed at her, stomping off to my room turning my stereo up so I couldn’t hear her yelling at me thru the door. I did hear her scream,
“That’s IT! I can’t take anymore!” I smiled thinking I had won this round of our daily arguments.
A couple of days later when I got home from School, (one of the few days I went) Grandpa was sitting in our living room.
“Hi, Grandpa, whatcha doing here?”
He looked at me sternly and told me
“Go pack your shit!”
“What? Why?”
“Your coming with me, Moving in our house!” he said.
I thought Yeah Right old man, eat shit and die, I’m not going anywhere. Mom got home about then with tears in her eyes said,
“I have had all I can take and I felt you need a mans firm hand to straighten you up!”
I’m not going anywhere!” I yelled.
“I’m sorry, but you have to go. You keep me upset and your little brother isn’t going to follow in your footsteps, you’ll just have to go!” then ran to her room.
“Fuck you Bitch!” I screamed at her.
Next thing I know I was on the floor, stars circling my head. Grandpa had slapped the Ever Loving Shit out of me. I sat there trying to get my bearings on which way was up as Grandpa said to me
“You EVER talk to your Mother like that again you little shit and I’ll beat your ass to death, Now GO PACK! You have 10 minutes!”
I stumbled into what WAS my room and packed all I could in the time given me.
We sat in silence for hours as he drove us to his house in the country, a nice wood frame house, 3 bedrooms, bath and a half. Sitting on 45 acres of tree filled woods. Gramma came outside smiling and giving me a hug, knowing I wasn’t happy to be here.
“It won’t be so bad, you’ll see, there are some kids your age a few miles up the road. It will be OK soon!”
Now here was a mixed pair of people, Grandpa was always a mean old bastard and Gramma was nice as could be. How they ever got married I’ll never know. He was 68 and she was 55.
I moped around for about a week, went and met the kids down the road. What a bunch of Inbred looking fuckers I thought to myself, as dumb as rocks, what losers, And Grandpa working my ass off, Idle hands, devils workshop, all that shit. One Saturday afternoon he let me off early around 3 saying he had things to do in town, I went back to the house seeing a note from Gramma.
“Gone to get groceries, be back later.”.
Good I thought, and went to my room. I got out a dirty book I had and started playing with my dick. I never heard Gramma come home, and just as I was going to cum. She opened my door! She looked at my dick in my hand as I was fisting it. Her eyes wide open, Not looking away, but Staring! I quickly covered up, my orgasm stuck in my balls. Telling her she could at least Knock!
“OH MY! I’m so sorry, I uh, uh, I only came in to put these clothes up, Oh My God, I’m Soooo sorry!”
And she shut my door quickly leaving. Well this is fucking great I thought, the ONE time I try this here and not in the shower, I get busted. By my Grand Mother, then it hit me, She’s going to tell Grandpa and he is going to beat the shit out of me. Well aint this just Great! I dressed and went in the kitchen to tell her.
“I am so sorry I had done that, I know it was wrong.”
And she was drinking a cup of coffee sitting at the table, an embarrassed smile on her face. Apologizing again to me for intruding on my privacy.
“It wasn’t your fault, I shouldn’t be doing that anyway.”
She offered me a cup of coffee, and asked, “Do you do that often? Touch yourself?”
Now I was embarrassed and answered her.
“Yes Maam, about once a day if I can!”
Why lie, I figured I was in enough trouble already without adding lying to it.
“Oh My, I had forgotten how a young man felt those urges so much! It must be nice to be young!”
Blushing as she said it. Now I felt bad about yelling at her when she came in my room unannounced, because she looked like she was upset about it. I went over and hugged her telling her
“It’s OK Gramma, but sometimes it isn’t so easy being young. At least you have someone to do that stuff for you!”
She smiled at me sadly then said.
“No, Grandpa and I haven’t done that for a few years, not since he had his Heart Attack, his Medicine.”
Then she stopped realizing she was talking about her sex life with her Grandson. Then blushed as red as anyone I’ve ever seen.
“We shouldn’t be talking this way, it wasn’t right.”
“Well if I don’t learn about sex at home (the first time I had called this place home) where WOULD I learn about it? On the streets?”
She thought about a minute.