Chapter 5

As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD’s or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry. The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. In order to demonstrate how important feedback and comments are, I wrote this chapter a little differently. In this chapter I am again using shifting perspectives in order to enhance character development. I have never done this before and hope you like it. As always, please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.

Your grandmother said it was the most fantastic experience of her life. She also said she couldn’t wait to give Sissy’s pussy a good licking too. “Wait, Gran, you need to try Ricky!” Sissy said. “Ricky????” exclaimed Gran.

“Momma! I’m going to fuck Gran?” “Yes, Ricky, dear. You’re going to fuck your grandmother.”

Ricky: The past few days have been a whirlwind of new and different activities with our family. The home invasion, Poppa being hospitalized, me and Momma fucking, me and Sissy and Momma together. It was enough to overwhelm an eighteen year old high school student. I was a virgin until Momma made me a man. And, to top it off, Momma has informed me that my grandmother wants to fuck me too.

I could not stop thinking about all this going on. In two days, I have gone from being a virgin to relieving me of that condition by my two closest family members. And, now a third member awaiting her turn. It was blowing my mind.

Part of my consternation was that we were accomplishing all these activities while Poppa is in the hospital. What was going to happen when he came home? I, for one, did not want this to stop. I wanted to continue fucking Momma and Sissy. I’m sure I would not be satisfied with fucking Gran just once as well. That was certainly a mouthful—fucking Gran. Could it really happen?

But, how could all of it continue? How could we sneak around Poppa? If he caught us, it could destroy our family. He did not seem the type, from what Momma has told me about him, to join in with us.

And Gran? She’s old. I had never thought of her in a sexual way. She did not look very attractive to me. Always dressed in Mormon like clothing that kept her covered from neck to ankles. I really had no idea what kind of figure she had hidden away. I could not conceive of her being a sexually free woman.

And her attitude! Momma has called her a shrew and a demonic tyrant. Although she is always nice to me, I cannot abide the way she treats Momma. With thoughts like this in my mind, how could I even get a hardon with her? I do not think so.

But maybe she does have a good figure hidden away. Momma and Sissy have told me she does. I don’t know.

Gran: I am evil. My son is in the hospital with a severe head injury and I allow myself to be seduced by my daughter in law and her daughter, my granddaughter. I don’t know which was worse, them conspiring to turn me into joining in their unholy games or me participating. Why did my god desert me this way? How did he allow these women to be taken by the devil?

I needed to pray. I needed to pray with my son. He would give guidance to us both. He would be able to confer absolution on my soul. He would be able to drive these evil thoughts from my mind. God would save me with my son’s help.

How does my son make love to this harlot? Should he not have cast her into the desert years ago? I have always told him he was too good for this woman. And, does he know? Does he condone these dirty sexual practices in his home? Does he couple with both his wife and daughter?

What is my son like in bed? Does he make his wife and daughter squeal like they did me? My husband always wants sex but I only allow him to penetrate me once monthly. I even taught my son this was all a woman required from her husband to maintain a solid marriage.

Was I wrong? Does a man need more? Does a woman need more? Would my son make love to me? Would he insert his hard phallus into my vagina? Would I allow him to take me sexually?

I remember seeing him naked a few times when he was a teenager. Always by accident, of course. His penis rivaled his father’s in size. But his father was satisfied with our once a month unions. Is that enough for my son? Does he want more? Does he do more?

His wife is such an attractive woman. Despite being a horrible wife and mother, she does look very attractive. I can see her using her evil sexual powers to lure my son into being more active. And, my granddaughter! She is so attractive as well, very sexy. Does her father screw, I mean, copulate with her too? Does he... ?

Oh my god, I have never felt so much a woman, so much a sexual creature as when Sissy led me into my son’s bed. How can a young girl be so masterfully seductive with a woman like me?

And, orgasm! I have never felt like that in my life. I have heard the term before but I have never had an orgasm. I have never discharged so much fluid when I do my monthly chore with my husband.

Now, that I have had, not one but two orgasms, can I live without having more. Can having such intense feelings be a gift from god? Or, is it another instance of the devil trying to sway us from the path of righteousness with his apple?

I don’t think I am strong enough to withstand this temptation on my own. But, if I confess to my son I had sex with his wife and daughter, what will he think of me? Will he cast me out of the garden of his love?

Oh my god! What do I do?

Ricky: Well, Poppa is staying in the hospital for another night. The doctor said he was healing well but he still felt Poppa needed more time to rest and recuperate. It’s great that he is getting better but even greater that Momma and I are getting another night to play.

Oh shit, Gran is still here.

After dinner, Momma and Sissy went out to do some shopping. Gran said she would clean up the supper dishes. I had some homework to do, so I went to the couch with my books.

Some time passed before Gran was finished with the cleaning of the kitchen. When she was done, Gran joined me on the couch, sitting at the far end from me. Since she was not saying anything, I returned my attention to my school work.

After more time had passed, I began to feel uneasy. Sort of creepy. Like someone was staring at me. Looking up, I saw that it was Gran examining me. She quickly turned away as I returned her gaze.

Mentally shrugging, I returned my focus to my homework. In a few minutes more, I could feel Gran’s staring eyes on me again. Exasperated, I closed my book and looked to Gran myself. Gran swiftly looked away from me in turn.

I looked hard at my grandmother’s body trying to see what Momma and Sissy had described to me. She was pretty enough in the face for a woman her age. She looked to have smooth skin, not too many lines or furrows, at least not on her face or neck.

Her tits? Momma said they were good sized. I don’t know. I can’t make them out under the bulky top she is wearing. Her legs are also covered up.

Maybe it would be cool to strip those clothes off her. Imagining I was sucking on her tits was giving me a hard on.

Gran: Oh my, he’s staring at me. My grandson is staring at me. Is he thinking of having his way with me? He has a bulge in his crotch. Does he have an erection? Is he getting excited sexually because of me? What do I do?

“Ricky, why are you staring at me?” I asked him.

“My eyes have been opened, Gran, to many new things lately. I have learned to pay more attention to the people around me,” replied my grandson.

He is, what do they call it, checking? Yes, checking me out. Does he like what he is seeing?

“Have you noticed anything new or different about me, Ricky?”

His eyes roved up and down my body. His erection seems to be growing. How big can an erection get? How long can it last?

“Yeah, Gran. I am seeing you in a new light.”

“What kind of new light?”

“I have always thought of you as a strict and forbidding woman. As devoted as a nun to your church,” said Ricky.

“Strict and forbidding?”

“Yeah, but not so much today. You look more relaxed,” he said.

“Do you like me better looking relaxed?” I asked.

“Ummm, I guess I do...” said Ricky giving me a part answer.

“Is there a but in there somewhere, Ricky.”

Ricky’s face turned red as he blushed.

“You can tell me, Honey, go ahead.”

Still blushing, he responded, “I wonder how relaxed you can be around me?”

Oh my my. Is he hinting at something? Does he know about me and his mother and sister? Is he hinting at wanting me too?”

“How relaxed would you like me to be?” I asked.

He hesitated for at least a full minute before gulping and answering me.

“We watch a lot of those family dramas and chick flicks on TV...” he stopped talking.

“Keep going, tell your grandmother what you are thinking.”

Yes, yes, yes, tell me that you are thinking of me. Desiring me.

Ricky said, “On those television shows, the families are always close. They are always hugging. They cuddle together on the couch. Our family doesn’t act like that, especially you.”

That’s not what I was hoping, I mean thinking, he might say. He just wants a loving family life. I can do that.

“Would it make you feel better, Ricky if I hugged you more? Even cuddled with you?”

“Yes, Gran, I think that would be great.”

Without saying anything more, I scooted down to his end of the couch. Facing him, with one foot on the floor and the other bent under my rump, I reached up to take my grandson into an embrace. Our hug started loosely but his arms gradually tightened around me.

Ricky: Wow, this was mind blowing. I can’t remember the last time Gran hugged me except for quick embraces at the door when either of us arrived at the other’s home. I tightened my arms around her, pulling her closer, until I could feel her boobs right up tight against my chest. I liked it.

“Gran, this feels good. I like holding you in my arms like this.”

“Me too, Ricky, I like how this feels too.”

I wasn’t really thinking, I was just feeling. I tightened my hold on my grandmother one more time. I lay my head on her shoulder. I guess this new softer version of my grandmother was enough to dispel any qualms I might have had concerning her attitude. My hard cock seemed to think so.

Gran: It felt so good with his arms wrapped around me so tightly. I could not even remember the last time I was hugged like this. Certainly not by my husband or my son. This young man was making me feel appreciated. Even wanted.

Wanted? Oh god! Does Ricky want me? As a woman? I tried to look down to see if he still had an erection but his body was too close to mine to see anything. I could feel though. I could feel my nipples getting hard under my top.

I was getting turned on by this young man. I should get off this couch right away. Right now. I should get up right now. I should definitely not be pulling him tighter to me.

Oh my god. I can feel him breathing on my neck, his face is so close to me. How can this be happening. I can feel goosebumps on my arms.

Ohhhhhh, my grandson is kissing my neck. It feels so wonderful. His mouth is open and his tongue is touching my neck. Ricky is sucking on my neck. Isn’t that what a hickey is? My grandson is giving me a hickey. Marking me, branding me. I need to stop this right now.

Ricky: Fuck! My grandmother’s hugs grew even tighter. Her tits were jammed up close against my chest. My mouth was plastered against her throat. Still not planning anything, I did only what I thought was natural.

I kissed Gran on her neck. She moaned her approval as I kissed her again and again. I let my lips part a tiny amount so I could feel her skin against it. Gran moaned even louder. Holy fuck, I was turning my grandmother on.

I nibbled just a little bit on her neck before pushing my lips as close against her as I could before beginning to suck. I doubt my grandmother ever felt a hickey before. But she was feeling this one. Still moaning, she wrapped her hands around my head pulling my lips as tightly against her as she could.

I had to use all my strength to push away from the grip Gran had on my neck. She looked disappointed thinking I was trying to escape. But that was not my intention. I turned her face towards me, moving in for a full kiss on her lips.

Gran: He is pulling away. He is so strong. He doesn’t like doing anything like this with his old shrew of a grandmother. This is so embarrassing. He doesn’t find me attractive. I feel like crying.

What is he doing now? He is not getting up. He turned my head towards him. He is giving me a deep, heartfelt kiss. Right on my lips. His lips feel so good. Somehow masculine tough but soft as well.

I returned his kiss to the best of my ability. I felt his lips open and his tongue brushing against my lips. I opened my mouth, softened my lips, and allowed his tongue to slip into my mouth. This feels so good. Kissing my grandson like a woman and not a grandmother is so very exciting. I tightened my arms around him again.

With me holding on to Ricky so tightly, he removed one of his arms from around me. That hand slid down my shoulder and my side. It was such a great feeling combined with our continuing kisses. I don’t know how I knew but I knew I was turned on more than I had ever been in my lifetime. Not that my sexually opened lifetime had lasted more than one day. So far.

Ricky’s hand began to slide back up my side. But he stopped at my breast. My grandson had his hand on my boob. He was squeezing it and bouncing it up and down a little bit. I felt like my nipple was going to tunnel through my clothing to freedom.

Ricky: Momma was right, this woman, my grandmother, was a sexual woman after all. And hot. Her tongue began wrestling with mine. I slipped it out of her mouth and her tongue followed mine into my mouth. I was making out with my Gran. Fucking fantastic!

She was holding me so tightly my arm felt uncomfortable in this position. Lifting it over her arm encircling my head, I slid it down her shoulder, down her side, almost touching some side boob.

Gran was not objecting. Her tongue and mine were dueling from one mouth to the other. My grandmother’s moans were getting louder and louder by the moment.

Sliding my hand back up her side, I stopped at her tit, covering it with my palm. Squeezing Gran’s boob, I realized Mom had not been exaggerating. It was a good sized tit for sure. It felt firm to the touch. I bounced it and found it had some sag as it was free to move up and down.