Was she awake? Did she like it? My heart began to pound viciously against my ribs like an intoxicated villain locked in the drunk tank. I fucked my own grandmother's feet and came on her, this couldn't possibly have happened it had to have been a dream. I knew very well it wasn't but it all seemed impossible, sexual desire had taken complete control of me and I liked it.
I went back to my room and sat on the bed, thoughts like fire alarms and red warning lights blaring away. Where was she? Does she know? In the back of my head I kind of hoped she was awake, maybe she really did like it. I'd imagine she hasn't been with a young guy in a very long time. I got dressed and went out to the back porch to try and cool down, taking in the morning views of the lake.
The sun kissed the water which cast brilliant white rays into the pine trees that cascaded the mountain landscape around the property. The sounds of the morning filled the air, and then the sounds of tires breaking branches. I turned around to peer through the glass on the front door, my grandmother's car was pulling up the driveway.
My heart rate began to speed up, thudding quietly in my chest like a fevered metronome. Nothing I can do now I thought, just accept whatever comes of this. The front door swung open and I came back inside through the sliding glass. "Hello sweetie," my grandma said, coming inside dressed in gym attire. "I was at the gym this morning."
"I just woke up," I nervously stated.
"Did you sleep well?" She asked, pulling her foot up to her butt with her hands, stretching her legs.
"Ugh yeah, the bed is really comfortable." I replied
"Your grandmother would never cheap out on mattresses!" She said winking, letting out a laugh "sleep is incredibly important."
"I would have to agree," I replied, watching her finish her after gym leg stretches.
"Did you have anything to eat for breakfast?" She asked, bending down to untie her shoes.
"No, I just got out of bed a few minutes ago," I said, calming down a bit now. Her demeanor was relaxed, maybe she really was sleeping.
"Well there's a nice brunch spot not too far from here if you're hungry," she said, placing her shoes next to the door. She was wearing pink socks today.
"I could eat something." I said, taking in a quick glance of her toned legs and ass in her skin tight pants.
"Great, let me just get dressed and we can go." She replied, walking over to her room.
I walked over to the couch and took a seat, breathing a sigh of relief. Everything seemed fine, she wasn't upset nor did she seem awkward. I relaxed and thought about what I'd like to eat.
A brief spell had passed when I heard her door open, I turned around to look. I was shocked at what my eyes saw. There she was wearing a white button down blouse, a white knee length skirt with a yellow flower pattern, and white nylons with black flats. "I'm ready!" She said.
"You look great grandma," I said, trying to hide just how sexy I thought she looked.
"Thank you sweetie, are you ready?" She asked.
"Yeah let's go." I responded, getting up from the couch walking towards the door.
We headed to her car and I jumped in the passenger seat, I watched as she climbed in. It was still unbelievable to me how incredibly hot she was for her age. I mean really you wouldn't believe it, in my head I couldn't shake the thought of her pussy glinting in the moonlight last night. I wanted to get inside her.
She began to pull out of her driveway and onto the road.
"So what kind of breakfast foods do you like?" She asked
"Usually I just go for like an omelette and toast, it really depends on my mood I suppose" I replied
"Well they got good omelettes" she laughed and glanced over at me smiling. The road twisted a bit through the forested area around us, but I could see we were approaching town as the frequency of buildings began to increase.
We pulled into town and my grandmother parked at some local diner, it looked pretty hip and new and the crowd inside looked pretty varied.
"Well we're here" she said, parking the car "let's get some food!" She said smiling. We exited the car and headed into the diner where a cute young hostess saw us to our table. She must've been about twenty two and wore a green collared t-shirt with black tight jeans and black sneakers.
Her cheeks were high and pronounced and she had a roundish face. She was clearly of asian descent, her hair was black, she had very fair skin and her eyes were magnificent. She was also fairly short as she turned around to lead us to our table I got a glimpse of her fantastic ass, not too big but not too small.
I could feel a bit of blood surge into my crotch thinking about her nude in front of me as I sat down. "So what are you thinking of eating? An omelette?" My grandma asked
"Uh, let me check" I replied, her question snapping me out of my daydream. I looked over the menu and decided on corned beef hash, apparently theirs was homemade, none of that canned shit.
Grandma and I briefly chatted about my interests and how my life has been in general as we waited. I think she noticed me sneaking glances at our waitress because she hinted at how she thinks she's attractive.
"She's cute isn't she?" She said smiling.
"Oh... Uh yeah, definitely." I said with slight apprehension.
"Come on, don't be shy, you told me you don't have a girlfriend. You should ask for her number." She replied slightly smirking
"Yeah maybe" I said under my breath, as if I had the balls to do that. Then again I did fuck my grandmother's sleeping feet, which clearly took some amount of gusto I thought. This thought brought back some anxieties of the morning and my unanswered question as to if she was really sleeping.
"Here's your food." The young waitress said, placing two plates on the table, "can I get you two anything else?"
"No thanks, that's all for now." My grandmother replied to her "looks great."
"Awesome, well let me know if you need anything else." She looked over to me and briefly smiled before walking away.
Well the food does look good I thought, and I began to eat. Me and my grandmother had some brief conversation about our food as we ate and the waitress seemed to come up a few times. That's when I felt my grandmother's shoe graze my ankle.
For a moment I forgot what I was doing and my food hung out in front of me on my fork. Just hovering there without motion like a dead clock. Quickly I realized this and tried to act casual and continue our conversation. Her shoe continued to gently move up and down my ankle, surely she doesn't realize what she's doing does she?
