Chapter 1

Copyright© 2005-2006

Edited by Isaac Newton, circa 2006, Revision 1.5

There was a young fellow named Pell
Who didn't like cunt very well.
He would finger or fuck one,
But never would suck one--
He just couldn't get used to the smell.

Beneath the wide-brimmed, feather-adorned hat, grandma squinted towards the sea, with a sad, melancholy, distant smile upon her face and her lips tightly clasped.

I hated when mom ordered me to stay with grandmother ("It's your turn!" she had barked out of frustration). I had so many better things I would rather be doing. My family only had another three days left of our vacation and I hated the fact that I was losing a whole day to baby-sitting my half-senile old grandma.

She really wasn't so bad, of course, but what teenager wants to be stuck with his grandparent on a day such as this?

Moments before, I had retrieved a large glass of water for her from our cottage across the sand. Now Grandma was humming an ancient tune absentmindedly, drinking from that sweating glass of water, holding it precariously in one hand. She so often did this - obviously zoning out, thinking about her past.

Why did mom have to bring the old lady on our family holiday anyways? Of course, I already knew the answer because I had asked it out of frustration before we ever started: "Because your aunt and uncle took her the previous two summers and now it is my turn to take care of her." I had even listened to the argument between my parents numerous times. That's how I knew dad felt the same way as I did.

The magazine I had been browsing lost what little interest it held, and I wished like hell I could be out chasing that girl I had met the other night, down by the pier. Long limbs, fantastic hair and tits to die for! And she seemed to laugh at my every joke, her eyes never straying far from my own.

Instead - here I was!

Grandma stopped humming and mumbled something incoherent. The only thing I picked up was my grandfather's name, "James". Staring at the pale wrinkled flesh of grandmothers face I saw that tears were gently rolling down her flesh. Her eyes, however, had not moved from that point out past the shore line.

Maybe I could get her back into the cabin to take a nap in her room. Then I could at least jack off. Not as great as chasing that girl, but at least there would be some relief to this desire within me. With the old lady, mom, dad and two younger sisters all within a small three bedroom shack that dad had rented for our vacation, it was a most difficult task to do 'it' with the frequency that I was accustomed to at home.

"Granny... do you want to go back into the cabin? Its getting pretty hot out right now." Which was true - it was supposed to go over thirty, even down here by the water in the breeze. Did the desperation come out in the sound of my voice? Go to bed, old woman!

Without waiting for an answer, I reached out and took grandmother's soft fleshy arm and helped her into a standing position. Then, I started gently leading her back towards the cabin a short ways up the beach. Through it all, I was acting the part of the loving, patient, grandson that I had not even wanted to try out for.

'Perhaps, if she goes to sleep, I could even go for a swim after jacking off? Mom can't expect me to watch the old lady every minute, right?'

Grandma was not a large woman. She was small of frame and her weight was slight, although she had abundant soft curves. I easily led her up the beach towards our cabin, even though she had trouble with her balance on the uneven beach.

At one point I over-compensated in guiding grandmother over a washed-up piece of gray drift wood and my hand enclosed her far breast before I pulled it away as if it burned.

Gross!

Grandma, though, started to hum that damned song again - at a faster beat than before. She never said a word about the accidental grope.

Seconds later, she nearly fell over a small hole in the sand, probably dug the day before when my sisters were digging for shells, and jerked forwards so that I was forced to save her again. As she came back to a standing position one of her hands bumped into the front of my swimming trunks directly over the crotch.

She mumbled, "... you are so good to me, James..." Her hand reached up to her shoulder and dragged my larger masculine hand down to cover her breast!

To say the last, I was shocked and quickly looked up and down the beach to make sure no one could see what had just happened. I then pulled my hand away, but grandma soon retrieved it mumbling, "... I miss your hands on me, James..." Her first placement of my hand on her breast could almost have been interpreted as non-sexual, simply a way any loving people that have lived together might act; the second placement could never have been perceived in this light. Clearly, she thought I was grandpa and that we were alone!

I tried to accelerate our snail's pace up the beach to the cabin; I needed to get out of sight before someone saw what was going on. In spite of the focus on making progress, my mind grasped that I was holding a large, soft breast. I had given up trying to release the cloth-covered flesh for two reasons. One, she was being firm about returning my hand to her chest, and two, the teat was the first that I had ever held and my adolescent curiosity overcame my morality. Through the thin summer dress and the thick harness of a brassiere beneath, I could even feel the nipple harden and press into my sweaty palm. My body, and that place between my legs, cared not to whom it belonged nor even the age of the boob in question.

This fact, that my body was responding to my grandmother's body in this way, shocked me nearly as much as it began to excite me. Embarrassment overshadowed both emotions.

I opened the cabin door, and grandma turned as we entered our temporary abode, wrapping her arms about her grandson's neck and pressing herself against me. "Thank you, honey!"

Did she mean me or grandpa? Grandma had never been this loopy before - perhaps she did have too much sun today!

Then she very suggestively ground her crotch and round soft stomach into my groin before slowly moving away. There was no mistaking her action; there was no other way to justify or to over-read what she had just done. She was expressing a sexual interest in the person who had walked her across that sand with his hand on her breast, and that action, as pitiful as it sounded to me at the time, was the most sexual act of my youthful life!

I stood in the doorway, stunned at how familiar grandma had been with me - holding my hand to her breast, grinding herself into me. Regardless of whether she thought I was her long dead husband of many years or not, her actions were simply shocking. She was my grandmother; she was OLD; she wasn't supposed to have these feelings anymore. My mind shouted for me to rush out of there, to run away as fast as my bare feet could carry me!

Grandma moved out of my strong arms to the ancient, florescent-green, dusty couch and sat down facing me. She wore a rare smile, her eyes distant but staring directly at my crotch. Knowing that my excitement had to be obvious was embarrassing to say the least! "Why don't you come over here, James, and let me take care of you before the kids return?" Her smile turned up at the edges slyly and suggestively.

I wanted to turn away, wanting to rush out of there. These last moments already felt like an episode from the Twilight Zone.

Grandma's old, brown-spotted, wrinkled hands came up and began to undo the buttons of the flowered top of her dress. I could see that her hands trembled slightly, though I did not understand enough at this moment to realize why.

I watched as though I was not in my body, as though this was happening to someone else. The old woman pushed the top of her dress down off her shoulders to expose her huge bosom covering by that ugly white harness. It was not the first time I had seen such a sight, having seen mom this way before, but it was one more shock after all that had already transpired that afternoon.

I was just taking a breath to speak up; I needed to tell the old woman that she was confused, that grandpa was dead these long years. Instead, just as my mouth opened, her hands reached smoothly behind her back a few seconds and the white elastic straps slid off her shoulders. Two large, very pale, soft-looking mounds of flesh, each topped with a wide leathery brown nipple, came into sight as her bra slid down to her waist. Grandma raised her eyes from my crotch and said, "Come and put some more cream on my titties, James? I know how you love that."

The sound of my bare feet slapping loudly on the hollow wooden floorboards was the first indication to my conscious mind that I was moving towards my own grandparent. I told myself over and over that I was just going to cover her back up, while my mind screamed for me to run away.

It was not to be.

Grandma had different ideas and spread her knees just as I stepped up to her. The loose summer skirt spread to the point that I could see the white cotton of her panties between the soft white thighs beneath the hem of her clothing.

She then reached out and grasped the bulge at my crotch!

Frozen in place, I stood mute and watched as my old grandparent pulled down my shorts to expose my half-hard penis. Not only was this a warped image of all my reality to that date, it was way beyond my innocent experiences and I felt helplessly in thrall to the growing, throbbing muscle between my legs.

Then grandma did something that I would never forget for the rest of my life - she leaned forwards and took my penis into her mouth!

Blood rushed from my head and I felt like fainting, even as I realized my cock was expanding quickly to full size while grandma sucked on me almost hungrily.

'This is it! This was what a blow job feels like!' I thought as I steadied myself from falling.

Grandma, though, was bouncing her head back and forth, her lips wrapped firmly against the throbbing hard shaft of my dick. She certainly was not afraid of a penis, unlike most girls my own age. Her saliva now coated my hard cock and was beginning to drip down her chin.

Her mature, familiar face now looked different, and a wave of emotions rolled through me as I started to pump my hips in time to her sucking. 'How many times did she do this for grandpa, ' I thought jealously? It was the most erotic and fantastic moment of my life. Our age difference no longer mattered; what mattered was that my cock was getting sucked by a woman clearly talented in the act, and it loved every second!

Her lips came off just long enough to gasp breathlessly, "Come all over my fat titties, baby! You know it helps them grow!"

My hips accelerated and I felt embarrassment that I obviously was not going to last as long as the guys in those porn movies I watched. I know, I know. But the oddest things can go through one's mind at the strangest of moments - and this had to be one for my personal record books!

Looking past her hungry mouth and my thrusting hips, I could see that her aged hands were holding up those large breasts as if presenting them to me. Did she really mean for me to... ?

Just that thought was a sufficient catalyst to cause the inevitable eruption, and my dick began to spurt violently inside grandmother's mouth. She gasped and I saw a string of sperm hanging from the roof of her mouth to her chin. She quickly moved her face back so that her grandchild's cock's continuing jerks and spits were outside her mouth and played all over her pale, soft tit-flesh again and again. Grandma watched the whole thing wide-eyed and smiling, obviously delighted with the outcome.

I gasped and watched all this in amazement, still feeling like the third person at this little incestuous event. As soon as my final shot of sperm jerked violently from the head of my cock, my other senses seemed to take on a new level of awareness. The beach outside was loud as the surf crashed rhythmically; the woodpeckers behind the cabin were loud in their work; even the wind seemed to serenade this moment. And the smells: the scent of the beach, the faint odour from the dust and dirt of a thousand people that had travelled through this room, even the distant smell of grandmother's vanilla perfume.

Then the unmistakable sound of tires rolling up the sand and gravel driveway seemed to overshadow all other sounds. My family! "Oh god, it's mom and dad! Hurry, grandma, get dressed!"

My hands were already yanking my shorts back up over my rapidly deflating, yet comfortably satisfied, dick. I had the time, even during in my frenetic dressing, to comment to myself that a blow-job was much better than the jerking-off I had been planning!

Grandma was wearing a dreamy little smile. Both her hands were rubbing her grandchild's sperm into her tit-flesh as if it would, indeed, cause them to grow. Had she finally gone over the deep end; was she in her little private universe where Grandpa James and she could do as they pleased?

What a fucking heel I was, taking advantage of her like that!

I heard the car stop out behind the rental cottage and then the engine turn off. I was horrified that my mother should walk in and understand what her mom had done with her child. The picture had to be obvious! Hell, grandma had not found all the pearl-coloured spots of ejaculate to rub into her pale flesh.

Trying to be gentle, worried that I might bruise her, I grasped my grandmother's upper arms and rushed her into her room. It was only one of three bedrooms. If you work out the arrangements, you can see that I was left to sleep on the couch, the same couch that grandmother and I had just... ! I closed the door, not even enjoying the sight of grandmother yanking on her own tight, thick, sperm-coated nipples.

"Jason, honey?" Mom!

I rushed back to the front half of the small cabin to see my family walking in with handfuls of shopping bags. Would mother wonder why I was sweating profusely? One of my younger sisters rushed past me towards the room she shared with our other sister. Suddenly I became fearful and turned my head to ensure she did not open grandma's door.

"Did you and your grandma have a good afternoon, honey?" Mom did not even look at me as she dropped the stuffed grocery bags on the miniature-sized counter while dad did the same before leaving the cabin, probably to get more of the same.

"My grandson and I had a great afternoon!" Grandma!

I felt like passing out when I first heard her voice, so I let my shoulder drop against the side of the wall to stop myself from falling. There, stepping slowly up behind me, was my grandmother. I looked around, not knowing what I would see. Thank god! The top of her dress was back as it should be and those great big white titties were again out of sight.

With the stress of the moment, it had not hit me that grandma was no longer delusional.

"That's great, mom." Mom shot me a sideways look before continuing, "You look different mother... almost radiant... did you get too much sun?"

Grandma stood aside to let her youngest granddaughter rush past her to join her sister in their shared room. When she turned back to her daughter, my mother, she was standing directly next to me. "No, I think the son was perfect today - in fact, I hope to have more on this trip!" My face felt like it was on fire from shame; did she mean what I thought I just heard? I felt a rising fear that mother would put my fiery face with grandmother's unusual perkiness and interpret her statement as I had.

Mom, however, just frowned and then turned back to the bags of groceries, reaching in to pull out two loaves of bread. "That's nice to hear. Jason, I'm glad you took good care of your grandma today."

I could not say a word; my mouth was dry, and my lips were tightly clasped, and my head again felt like it was spinning.

Grandma, though, answered for me with a light chuckle, "I think it was more me taking care of my grandson today, but it's his turn tomorrow."

I suddenly felt grandmother's hand grasp one ass cheek outside of my shorts. Mom could not see from her angle, but I turned my head in confusion to see grandma wink at me. My mind was reeling and I was fearful of discovery. I was just coming to think about the long-term consequences of our actions, even as I realized that my grandparent must have been faking her confusion and senility all along. What had I gotten myself into? And more importantly, what did I want to try to do about it?!

Chapter 2

I awoke from a dreadful night of sleep. The couch, I cursed not for the first time, sucked as a bed. The bright morning sun shone painfully even through my closed eyelids. My hand, as normal, was already fondling my morning-hard dick inside my boxers absentmindedly.