An adult stories – Grandma was Confused Ch. 03 by royhoffman,royhoffman It was a typical Friday night at my house in the new normal after Grandma became confused. Dad was sitting on this throne, his precious leather recliner, watching some soccer game. I was sitting on the sofa finishing some homework assignments. Mom was working, or playing a game, on her laptop while sitting in her favorite chair at the table in the breakfast nook. Grandma was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner.
I finished my assignments and shut off my laptop. I briefly thought about shifting to the other end of the sofa so I could have some “quality” time with Dad. This usually consisted of me commenting on the current sporting event until he glared at me to shut up. However sudden warmth along with the scent of White Diamond perfume signaled that Grandma was behind me.
Without pause, Grandma slid into my lap, put her arms around my neck, and pulled me in for a long, lingering kiss. As she pressed her large breasts against my chest, she squirmed in my lap as she felt my young cock immediately petrify. By now Dad was oblivious to our impromptu necking sessions but my mother made a short “hmmmphf”. Without pausing her tongue-probing kiss Grandma’s iron gray eyebrows rose with an unspoken question.
Yeah, I didn’t know what was going on with my mother lately. When Grandma first became “confused”, Mom had encouraged me to humor her. Now she seemed to get upset every time I did. Both of my parents believed that Grandma had spells where she thought I was Caleb, my deceased Grandfather. This condition had resulted from Grandma cracking her head in a fall I had inadvertently caused.
Last fall, because of unseasonal warmth, Grandma had decided to take a shower to cool off. When she opened the shower door she discovered me masturbating. I hadn’t turned on the shower as yet and I’d been so involved in my fantasy I hadn’t heard Grandma moving about in the bathroom until the shower door opened. When it did I turned to be confronted by my naked grandmother. Already primed, I accidentally sprayed my cum all over her breasts and stomach. Shocked she stumbled back and slipped; falling and hitting her head against the wall.
Shortly after that, she began having her “spells” where she thought I was Caleb. My parents, at least my Dad, didn’t believe that a person of Grandma’s age would be interested in sex so they thought it was safe for me to sleep with Grandma if that is what she wanted. What my parents didn’t know was that Grandma’s confusion was an act. She had set up a situation where she could seduce me and where we could have sex under the very noses of my parents.
At first, my mom was fairly sympathetic to Grandma’s plight however as time went by she seemed to be less so. She even changed her hours at work so that Grandma and I would no longer be alone in the afternoons. And lately, she had begun interrupting or re-directing Grandma when we began to act like a married couple. If she didn’t interrupt the proceedings she gave us plenty of glares.
Grandma yawned. “Caleb, I’m feeling a bit tired. Why don’t we go to bed early and let the kids stay up and watch TV.”
“Okay, Gra… Gladys.” Grandma gave me a wicked grin as she reached down and adjusted my cock so that it wouldn’t be so noticeable. However, if you gave my crotch a good look you still would’ve seen a rather prominent erection. When we left the couch my Dad ignored us going up to bed but I could feel Mom’s eyes on us as we walked up the stairs. Grandma was staying in my brother Jarod’s old bedroom. Although it had a lock, this had been broken when my Dad smelled Jarod smoking pot. My dad kept the lock broken so that he could make sudden inspections of Jarod. This had accelerated Jarod’s decision to join the Army once he graduated from high school.
Once we were inside Grandma’s room she gave me a searing lip lock while unbuttoning her floral print blouse. As we kissed she slowly revealed the swells of her large breasts. As the blouse opened further I saw that her glorious orbs were encased in a black mesh bra from which hard nipples protruded most enticingly. Once her blouse hung open down came the side zipper of her skirt which promptly fell to the wooden floor. Grandma did a little shimmy in her thin, frilly black panties. Her full gray bush was a shadow, a hidden treasure waiting to be found. Once we started having sex, Gran had asked if I wanted her to get a Brazilian since that seemed to be how guys liked it nowadays. However, she had made me a fan of the bush.
As she paused for breath Grandma slipped off her blouse and stepped out of her skirt while slipping off her shoes.
My eyes swept over her the contrast of her pale curvy body and white hair with her sexy black bra, panties, and sheer black thigh-high stockings was highly erotic. It brought back a memory flash of the negligee she wore the first time we fucked.
When her hands went behind her to unsnap her bra, I found myself saying, “Please leave it on Grandma,”
Grandma stopped unsnapping her bra, placed her hands on my hips, and glanced down at my raging cock. She gave me a big smile that crinkled her wrinkly face. “You that horny for your Granny, honey?”
“That’s part of it, but also you look so sexy in that underwear.”
Grandma let out a pleased chuckle and said, “Okay, darling but I want you naked. I wanna see every inch of my handsome grandson’s body.” She fondled my cock through my pants and then slid into her bed. As I undressed she sat against the pillows and headboard and grinned as she spread her legs and pulled her panties to the side just enough for me to see her beckoning pink inside a hairy silver cloud. In a few seconds, I was scooting across the bed, my thighs tingling as I rubbed against the satiny touch of her stocking-sheathed legs. My engorged cock was a heat-seeking missile zeroing in on Gran’s hot zone.
Her dewy more salt than pepper bush tickled my cockhead as I entered her. Grandma’s eyes closed involuntarily for a split second and she hissed in delight as I pushed inside her, expanding and filling her mature pussy. I was always amazed at how tight and responsive her cunt was, how marvelous it felt around my cock. At first, I’d expected that, like her face, age had loosened her pussy but fortunately that’s just a myth. As my prick sank deep into that velvet vise, I drank in the sight of my sexy Gran.
In her youth, she had been quite a looker and although age had thinned her face a bit making it a bit hawkish as well as giving a sag to her chin and jowls, she was still very attractive. Today she had her hair up in her usual bouffant with bangs hairstyle, wore a slight amount of light purple eye shadow to highlight her vivid green eyes, and wore striking red lipstick. While her lips had thinned a bit due to her age they were still eminently kissable. I locked lips with her as I slowly pumped inside her sweet, old puss; savoring the sensation of her warm kisses as my cock slid through her hot, satiny tunnel.
Grandma blew a moan into my mouth and fucked me back. As we kissed my gaze drifted down to eye her bra-clad breasts with renewed appreciation. The bra kept her breasts from drooping and the full grapefruits rode upon her chest proud and firm. While I loved playing with her mature breasts, I was now able to see just how glorious they had been in her youth. Almost unconsciously my hands cupped her tits and gently squeezed her bra cups, as my thumbs played with her hard nipples through the bra’s mesh. Grandma shivered in delight and rocked her hips sideways, taking more of my cock inside her. Despite not being as limber as she once was, Gran slowly lifted her silken encased legs and laid them on my shoulders.
Grandma liked this position a lot because as I penetrated her deeply our eye contact became intense. Today the sensation of Grandma’s stockings sliding and gliding along my chest and shoulders as my cock drove back and forth through her silvery silken cunt really added to the depth of my arousal. As I built up speed, plowing Grandma’s pussy deeper and harder, she grabbed my hips and groaned.
“Yessss Jakey, fuck your horny granny! Ohhhh, baby that’s sooo good!” Gran wailed with a happy laugh.
Her fingers pulled tighter against my hips, her nails digging in slightly. My eyes flickered to the location of that minor pain. The sight of her aged wrinkly, red-nailed fingers passionately clutching my muscled thigh sent a shiver of perverse delight through me. When our kiss broke I stared down at Grandma. Her eyes were shut tight and her face clenched from the absolute pleasure of being fucked. Her ecstasy tightened face made all the wrinkles and seams of her elderly face fully defined. And although her breasts were still firm and tight because of her bra, the sex flush that suffused her upper chest really highlighted the furrows and wattles of her aged skin.
I drank in the sight, tingling with sexual delight. It always gave me such a thrill knowing that I was having and enjoying torrid sex with a very elderly woman. That this elderly woman was my very own grandma made it especially hot. The sweet, loving face of the woman who always gave me treats and kisses after I’d suffered through one of my Dad’s tirades. The same woman who snuck me wonderful delicious cookies baked with such love was now sneaking me her hot muffin baking with sweet love. As my cock stroked in and out of Grandma, it throbbed with growing pleasure. And I knew in just a little bit, I’d be icing that sweet muffin.
Grandma’s eyes opened slowly as her orgasm faded, curiosity sparkled across those green orbs. She laughed softly, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what Gran?”
“I don’t know. Like you’re enjoying the best meal of your life or something?”
“I’m admiring your beauty, Grandma. Making love to that beauty is better than any meal I’ve ever had.”
“Liar!” Grandma said with a chuckle. “I know I’m an old bag. You already got the pussy, Darling, no need to keep up the flattery.”
“You may be old Gran but you are sexy as hell! You’re so sexy you always make me cum so hard. Like I’m about to. Get ready, Grandma because your grandson’s gonna fill your wrinkly old puss with gallons of hot, young seed!” Grandma’s eyes widened as I said that and then scrunched tight as she felt my cock quake inside her quivering snatch. She hugged me tight to her as she shivered in another orgasm. I was lost in the sensation of clutching her soft, warm body, feeling the silken scratching of her bra and panties against my skin and the almost electrical thrumming feel of her sheer hose sliding across my legs as she frantically worked her hips. Her convulsing cunt drank down my spurting seed as she moaned against my throat.
We kissed and necked for a bit as we came down from our climactic moment. I laid on my side so Grandma wouldn’t have to support my weight any longer. When I did she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Her breasts drooped noticeably without their support but were still very alluring. As she lifted her legs and pulled off her panties her big full tits sagged and rolled across her torso, nipples still engorged with desire. Eyes twinkling she slipped off her thigh-high stockings. Every moment of her legs made droplets of my cum squeeze out of her gray-swathed pussy. This erotic sight made my cock tingle and harden once again.
As my prick wiggled, lengthening again, Grandma shook her head in amusement and pursed her lips in a wry smile. “And that’s why I love your young cock!” Her eyes grew mischievous as she kissed down my chest. Her lips paused to tickle and suck my nipples before kissing down my chest. Once she arrived at my half-hardened dick, she gave it a little lick and once our eyes were locked she took my crown inside her mouth and sucked softly. Her tongue tickled my tip until I was hard and throbbing.
Gran then knelt up and straddled me. She grinned as I watched her squatting above me, her wet gray bush hovering inches above my rampant cock. Completely nude Grandma looked every bit her age, which I admit I found quite erotic. She has a little extra baggage around her waist, thighs, and hips, although this is mostly age-related flabby, loose skin. Her grapefruit-sized melons now hung low on her breast bone, slightly elongated as they stretched from her chest. Pale blue veins threaded across her perfect globes and stopped at her half-dollar-sized areolas. Stiff dark pink nipples swung close to my face for a second and Grandma leaned over to grab my cock.
A second later I slid inside a very hot, very moist tunnel that clutched at me with wanton desire. As always I felt a spike of hot desire as my shaft disappeared inside Grandma’s gray-white thatch and dark pink labia.
Grandma splayed her hands on my stomach as she started to slowly churn up and down on my cock. As usual, her wonderful cunt felt so tight and firm, an enthralling contrast to her outer form. Our eyes latched onto one another in wordless communication. I started pumping hard and deep inside Gran’s hot cunt, hard enough to shake her and lift her off the bed. With a moan Grandma began slamming her hips down on me, making the bed rock as I sank into the mattress with every stroke. She grabbed my hands and pressed them hard against her breasts.
Because I’d just cum not too long ago, despite the great waves of pleasure that filled me with every stroke and thrust, I was not ready to climax. After a few moments, Grandma ran out of steam and sat panting and moaning as I continued to plow up into her responsive pussy. She still clutched my hands to her tits however and grinned at me with her quivering, gasping mouth. I grinned back at her but for a different reason. Our hard fucking had jostled her bouffant hairstyle loose and the curls and swirls of long silver hair were hanging in loops that were rapidly becoming unpinned. I thought it would be fun to fuck Grandma so hard that it would make her hairdo fall apart. I increased the speed and intensity of my thrusts, making her flop and shake like a moaning elderly ragdoll. After a few minutes of this Grandma got her second wind and began fucking me with renewed energy. She giggled as a large strand of her silvery hair slipped down and slapped her in the face.
As her hairdo began to tumble apart, Grandma clutched my hands to her tits even harder. I knew that she was on the verge of a big orgasm and this made my own balls clutch. We were both on the cusp of a massive climax when the door to the bedroom burst open.
“Mom, they found your money!” my Dad shouted as he entered the room. Gran and I looked at each and then our eyes looked over to my Dad. His eyes were riveted to ours as our ecstasy peaked and we climaxed. The adrenaline spiking through us at the realization of our discovery made our cums all that much more intense. We both convulsed as if a bolt of lightning shot through us. Grandma gave out a high-pitched squeal as my cock jerked and quavered, jetting gouts of my goo into her quaking pussy.
Across the room, my father stood against the open door like a deer caught in the headlights. His face was frozen in shock as he took in the sight of his naked, wild-haired elderly mother joyfully riding his son like the star of a granny porn video. When we climaxed it was obvious enough that even my normally clueless Dad knew what was going on. He stood open-mouthed staring in absolute horror and surprise. His mouth worked almost spasmodically as he moaned “Ma… ma… ma…” Dad clutched his chest with a high-pitched “Mooommmmy!” and slammed to the floor like a dropped sack of potatoes.
I had barely finished cumming, in fact my last shot scored Grandma’s thigh when she slid off of me and hurried over to my Dad as fast as her sixty-odd years would let her. I was only a half second ahead of her. He was still alive but unconscious.
When my Mom heard the thud she came running out of her room dressed in her usual loose pink flannel PJs. She then beheld the sight of her naked son and her naked mother-in-law squatting next to her unconscious husband. Even if our nudity wasn’t a red flag to the fact that we had been fucking, the visible seminal fluid that coated my still-wet genitals and dripped from Grandma’s swollen and gaped vagina and down her thighs was a sure giveaway. My mother snapped, “Jacob, I’ll call 911 while you and your Grandmother get dressed.”
Nobody addressed the taboo elephant in the room at that particular moment. Mom rode with Dad to the hospital in the ambulance, while Grandma and I followed in the family car. In the waiting room, we sat apart from one another and didn’t speak to one another. Between worried looks at the emergency room door, my mom shot me baleful glares and a mixture of angry and sympathetic looks towards Grandma.
After a few tense hours, we learned that my Dad had suffered a cardiac event although not a heart attack. It was a takotsubo cardiomyopathy brought on by sudden stress. However once he was admitted and tests were run on his heart, blockages were discovered that needed to be addressed. He told the staff that he did not want to see either me or my grandmother. My mother also did not want us there. So we went on home.
When we were about to retire for the evening, Grandma stopped me from entering her room. With an expression of regret, she said, “It’s probably best you sleep in your bed from now, Jacob. Truth is, I don’t think I’ll be living here too much longer.”
That turned out to be a quite prophetic statement.
We waited at home anxiously for word about my Dad’s condition. Sometime during the day Grandma received a phone call from the DOJ Asset Recovery Division. We learned what my Dad had been trying to tell us when he had his episode. Grandma’s stolen money had been found.
The money manager who had bilked her and many other seniors had thought he discovered a way to game the system. He had a plan. Instead of a massive fraud like Madoff, he was only going to steal a relatively small amount from a hundred or so “investors” Unlike Madoff, he hadn’t run a Ponzi scheme. He merely doctored documents to show his investors made a profit, he never actually put anything into their accounts. He hadn’t spent any of the money but instead converted it into assets that would accrue value such as gold, platinum, and silver. Plus, he planned to get caught. He knew that white-collar criminals were given relatively light sentences and sent to minimum security facilities. He planned to ride out the five or so years at a Club Fed. After he had served his time he would move to a non-extradition country and then withdraw the bullion he’d sent to Cayman and Philippine banks.
However, he made one serious mistake. Not willing to trust the justice system for a short sentence he bribed his sentencing Judge. The Judge was corrupt and had mob ties. When this upstanding example of the justice system was caught for some other offense, he rolled over on the money manager. The federal prosecutors used this as leverage to find the hidden assets. They threatened to set aside the money manager’s sentencing and charge him with being an accessory to racketeering and murder, which would of course have him sent to a maximum security prison. The money manager caved and disclosed the location of the stolen assets to continue staying at the minimum security prison, although for a much longer sentence.
Grandma and I were eating supper when my Mom returned. We hurried into the living room and my Mom held up her hand to forestall any questions.
“The operation went well and David should make a full recovery. However, that is as much information I know, because he no longer wants to see me as well.”
Mom then stepped over to where I was sitting and slapped me hard enough to knock me to the floor. I sat there stunned bleeding from a busted lip.
“How could you! You filthy, disgusting boy! You took advantage of your grandmother’s condition to…. I can’t even say it!”
Grandma was a bit taken aback by the sudden violence but she didn’t seem as surprised as I was. She walked into the kitchen and came back with a cold wet towel which she handed to me. My mom stood there quivering with rage but also seemed very confused about what to do. My first thought was, now Mom is confused… although, it really wasn’t that funny.
“He didn’t take advantage of me, Marjorie. I instigated our sexual relationship. I’m sorry that I deceived you, David, and Jacob with my little charade but I don’t regret for a minute the shared intimacy that Jacob and I experienced.”
My mother’s rage flared up again and I had to stop her from slapping or clawing Grandma. Although she struggled against me I held her arms behind in a hugging lock.
“You’re not delusional? You’re of sound mind, and what? You seduced my baby! Your own Grandson!”
“Yes, that’s exactly what happened,” Grandma said with a small smile. When my Mom struggled against me again, Grandma gave her a speculative look. With a small laugh, she added,” Although I never would have gotten the idea to do so if he hadn’t accidentally sprayed my naked body with his hot young spunk.” She grinned slightly at Mom’s violent reaction to that tidbit. “To be honest, I could not stop thinking about his young hard cock after that.” Grandma seemed to ignore my Mom’s frenzied attempts to break free of my hold and attack her. “Jacob didn’t have a girlfriend and spent entirely too much time masturbating. I thought we could help each other out, I could patiently teach him how to please a woman and he could give me the satisfaction that I craved. As you well know, Marjorie being older doesn’t mean your desires fade.”
“But you’re his Grandmother! His own flesh and blood! It’s immoral… and illegal!”
“I struggled with that at first too. But I realized that having a great deal of affection for each other was one of the reasons I wanted him so much. I mean I wanted sex but I didn’t want meaningless sex, otherwise, I would’ve been one of those silver sluts you hear about. Plus since my childbearing days are long over, there was no danger of getting pregnant. So the flesh and blood thing was not as big a deal for me as it might be for you.” At that moment I totally missed how Grandma had emphasized that last word.
My mom gasped at that last remark and struggled even harder against me again. I didn’t think Grandma meant anything by that since she seemed unfazed by Mom’s frenetic response to it.
“As for it being illegal, well it’s not. Do you really think I’d endanger my grandson in that way? Consensual incest between adults might be immoral to many people but it is legal. Legally Jacob is an adult and he was not coerced into a sexual relationship with me,”
Mom struggled against me and her face turned bright red. “I want you out of my fucking house right fucking now you filthy, deviant whore! Get the fuck out of here before I fucking kill you! NOOOW!”
I won’t say that I’d never heard my mother curse but it was so rare that you knew she had to be incredibly incensed. This amount of cursing showed she was totally enraged.
Grandma sighed sadly. “I expected as much. I have a bag packed, just let me get it and I’ll wait down the street for a ride.” Although I wanted to help Grandma I had to keep holding onto my Mother for fear she would attack Grandma as soon as I let her loose. After Grandma came down with a rolling suitcase, she paused and kissed me on the cheek. Then she smiled mischievously and gave me a big kiss on the lips. She chuckled a bit when my Mother started cursing at her again and struggled in my arms.
I held my cursing and struggling Mom until I was certain that Grandma was far away from the house. Of course, as soon as I let her go, Mom gave me another roundhouse slap that made me see stars. I barely heard her scream at me. “And you! You disgusting, perverted sack of shit! Get out of my sight! You can stay in this house until you graduate but after that, I want you out of my life. And while you’re here you stay the fuck away from me!”
It was April and my graduation was in June so I had two months to live with an infuriated mother.
In a couple of months my grandmother would probably have her assets returned meanwhile she planned to stay with a friend from her Senior Center.
My father was lucky that despite his years of junk food, excessive beer swilling, cigar smoking, and lack of exercise only one of his blockages needed a bypass, the other two were taken care of by angioplasty. He got out of the hospital after a week. During that week, however, neither I nor my mother visited him at his request. And after the week was up, he didn’t return to our house because as he told Mom, he couldn’t stand to live in that deviant shithole and all the perverts that lived there. Although I didn’t discuss it with her, I guess he tarred my mom with the same brush as Grandma and I because she had been the one who suggested humoring Grandma. Dad moved in with one of his co-workers, a guy named Fred who had gone to high school with him.
After that, it was just me and my mother in the house and she avoided me. The morning after she told me I could stay until I graduated, I found a note telling me I was also grounded until I graduated. I found it oddly comforting that despite everything deep down my mother still cared enough to punish me.
It was very odd not having the ever-present fixture of my Dad in his chair or even our mostly silent family dinners. Even with everything going on with my dad, my mother’s anger, and my solitude what affected me most was missing my intimacy with Grandma.
Despite pretending to be confused so we could have sex, Grandma told me not to become confused. By this, she meant not to fall in love with her or think that we were having a romance. We were just relatives with sexual benefits, while there was affection and some romantic element to our relationship it was really about satisfying each other’s sexual needs.
And as I discovered going from having lots of sex to none at all is very difficult. Very, very, very difficult. After a week I was ready to climb the walls. I called my grandmother to see if could meet up somewhere, like at a motel or something. She didn’t think it would be a good idea for me to break my grounding but to just do as my mother said until she cooled off.
“Poor boy, I bet you’re going crazy after having regular sex to none at all.” She laughed. “As enticing and wicked as that sounds, it is probably best that we don’t see or even talk to each other for a while, sweetie. Give your mom time to calm down.”
“That’ll never happen. She hates me now.”
“Sweetheart, she’s your mother. She loves you. Trust me, I know. I still love your father even though he’s an asshole and a shitty son. She’ll come around. And if she still hasn’t by the time I get my money back, well, perhaps we can talk about you living somewhere else. I know she will never forgive me, but she probably will forgive you. Eventually”
“Well, I’m gonna have to move in two months. After I graduate I’m kicked out.”
“I doubt that will happen but if it does, we’ll deal with it.”
Gran made me promise not to call her for another month, afraid that if my mom found out she would just get even angrier.
Since I wasn’t going to have any sexual relief from my grandmother I had to go to my old standby; porn-assisted self-release. I was a bit ticked at Grandma for not agreeing to help me out so I started with porn with younger actresses but it didn’t me as big of a charge as it used to, so I switched over to mature sites. After a fairly satisfying wank I went to clean up. My mother was coming out of the bathroom having taken her afternoon shower and gave me a cold side-eye.
As she walked past me, she pulled the robe tighter around her body. Instead of concealing her as she probably was trying to do, drawing it in actually had the opposite effect and revealed her curves. I had a memory flash of seeing her in the shower a few weeks before and my innate 18-year-old male horniness kicked in. I watched her bobbing breasts and round butt as she walked into her room.
When I returned to my room after my shower I discovered that my laptop lid was ajar and left on. I never do that because it runs down the battery. It was still on the mature website, which I was also certain I had closed. I wondered if my mother had been looking at my laptop. However, I didn’t want to risk angering her further by asking so kept silent. My theory was confirmed when I returned to my room the next day after my daily wank and shower. Although my laptop was shut off when I tried to get into it I couldn’t. My password wouldn’t work.
I quelled my anger, grabbed my laptop, and went to confront my mother. She was downstairs fixing her supper.
“Mother, did you do something to my laptop”
“Yes, Son, I did.” She said in a cool, formal tone. “I put parental controls on it. It restricts your web access, and games and has time limits. You can use it for homework but you can’t look at that perverted shit anymore.”
“I’m 18, not 12.”
“My house, my rules. If you have someplace else to move, do so but until then you will abide by that restriction.”
I didn’t have any where else to stay so I had to cave. “Okay. What’s my new password so I can do my homework.”
“I’ll tell you, if you answer one question, honestly.”
I shrugged to signify I agreed.
“How could you? How could you have f… have sex with Gladys?”
I was a bit stunned by this question, although I guess I shouldn’t have been. My answer was partially a lie. “Well, when Grandma started acting confused and started kissing me and stuff, it did bother me at first but I am a horny teenager and so you know I sort of forgot she was my grandma.”
“I didn’t mean that. I can understand about the incest part. I know how this built-in connection can manifest an underlying sexual attraction.”
And yes, because the prospect of a porn moratorium fully engaged my thoughts the implications of her statement escaped my attention as did the odd look my mother gave me when she said it.
“No. I mean how could you have sex with Gladys or, um, masturbate to those women? They’re all so goddamned old! They’re even older than me! How can you a handsome young man in his sexual prime …. well, get physically excited for women like that?”
“Do you mean how can I find older women sexy?” I was a bit confused as to how this conversation was going, although glad that my mother was finally communicating with me. “Okay, well. Since we’re both adults, I’ll tell you although you might not like what you hear. It might be because Grandma was the first woman I’d ever seen naked in real life. Plus the first time I saw her naked I was already on the verge of … ejaculating. And I ejaculated all over her naked body. Afterward, naturally, I kept thinking about it and I realized that older women’s bodies aren’t as horrible looking as I thought. In fact, in their own way, they can be downright sexy. Grandma is a very attractive woman and when we started making out, because of her supposed confusion, well, I got to appreciate the charms of older women. And I discovered that I wasn’t unique in that viewpoint, hence the numerous mature porn websites like the one you found on my laptop.”
Mom flushed when I called her out on snooping. “Your new password is 101263. Now let me finish my supper.”
In the back of my mind I had hoped that once I had confessed to her, my mother would lift the parental lock on my laptop. No such luck. While I could have easily gotten around the parental lock, I decided to live with it for the time being. I was afraid if I did remove it and my Mom found out she’d kick me out of the house. At the time I didn’t think much about it but the number she used was naggingly familiar.
With restrained internet, I looked for my old magazines to use as inspiration but they were all gone as well. She also yelled up at me while I was searching for my brother’s old mags that she didn’t want my bedroom door closed for any reason. Also if I spent more than five minutes in the bathroom, she was knocking on the door. I realized that my mother intended to make me suffer in celibacy.
A couple of days after that conversation my mother came and sat down at the kitchen table while I was eating my supper. Since my dad had left us her after work drink had become three or more drinks.
“You know I was gonna call you on your bullshit that you slung the other day only you weren’t slung.. slinging bullshit. There are a lot of those sites. Granny and Moms and Gilfs and Milfs. Whatever those are.”
“It’s the same thing. You know what a milf is, remember in American Pie?”
“Oh, yeah I thought that was just a movie though. I didn’t know that young men really liked older women like that. I mean I thought all men lost interest in us after we turned a certain age. I guess it depends on the woman. That’s why your Dad…” She then grew a bit teary-eyed and hurried out of the room. Finally, it dawned on me that my beautiful, voluptuous mother thought she was old and unattractive.
About a week later I was working on my homework during the time that I was allowed to log into my laptop when my mom came and sat down on the sofa. Today her after-work drink had become several drinks. And instead of dressing into her casual clothes after her shower, she had dressed straight in a nightgown with a thin robe on top of it. I was once again reminded of just how attractive a woman my mother was and how voluptuous her body was. My sexual drought had heightened my sensitivity to anything remotely arousing. I had to squirm a bit to reposition my cock.
Suspicious by my squirm my mom leaned over to make certain I hadn’t somehow found a way to bypass her parental lock. Although it was only a quick peek at my screen, when she leaned over I felt her body heat, smelled the sweetness of her body lotion, and saw the cleavage that the smooth domes of her breasts created within her pajama neck and I got even harder. I hoped she wouldn’t notice because if it bothered her so much about me and Grandma, how would she react if she made me aroused?
She sat back and sipped her drink. Her lightly polished nails tapped on the glass as she looked me over. “I’m just curious. How many times?”
“How many times, what?”
By the way, she made an effort to speak clearly, I could see she was really soused.
“How many times did you fuck that woman in my house?” Although she sipped her Manhattan, her eyes kept drifting down to my laptop. It dawned on me that she had seen my erection after all and this prompted her question.
“I don’t know, Mom. I never really counted it.”
“Round figure…” she said gesturing with her drink which splashed over her hand. She licked her hand and that added to my already aroused state.
“I don’t know.”
“I know they teach math and I know you get fair grades in it, so take the average of how many times a week you fucked and how long you were fucking her.” Although there was some humor in her voice, there was also an angry edge to it.
I made a quick calculation in my head. “I guess about 240 times, give or take.
My mother choked on her drink. “What! ” She grew angry. “You’re fucking with me!”
“Okay, it could be more than that I guess. It was a round figure like you asked for.”
“240 times!” She raged. “How is that even possible?”
“Well, about ten times a week for six months comes out about 240 times but of course Grandma couldn’t do it every day.”
“Well, goddamn Gladys!” Mom’s tone seemed angry and yet admiring.”I didn’t think that it was that oft… that that was even going on.” Mom’s eyes flickered over to me and she took a drink from her glass. She glanced at my screen again and then leaned back into the couch. Her robe opened a bit as she did this and treasures were revealed. Her two top buttons on her pajama top had come unbuttoned and her breasts were more visible. I had to shift a bit more. Mom noticed my shift and leaned back a bit more I could see the valley between smooth round hills.
Then I ruined the moment my mother and I were starting to have.
“How often did you and Dad do it?” Although I was trying to have an adult conversation about a mutual topic, I regretted saying this as soon as I asked because at the moment I’d forgotten that Dad’s seeming inability or lack of desire to have sex was a sore point.
“Did you ever hear any fucking coming from that room, hmm? No. No, you didn’t. For years zero, zilch. Jesus Christ that old bitch got laid more in weeks than I did in decades! Thanks for reminding me, asshole!” My mother started crying and rushed out of the room. I sat there flabbergasted, wondering how much more damage I’d done.
I was a bit surprised when Grandma called me a few days later. I told her about my odd encounters with Mom. I wondered if my mother was losing her mind over losing Dad. Which to my mind was crazy in itself.
Grandma laughed, “No sweetie. She’s jealous. I suspected it for some time but wasn’t certain.”
“You mean she was jealous that I was having sex and she wasn’t?”
“That’s part of it, but I also suspect she was jealous of me because I was having sex with you, and she wasn’t.
“What? But she’s my mom!”
“And I’m your grandma but we still fucked like rabbits. And your mom knew it. I’m sure your dad knew it as well. Whether or not they acknowledged it, even to themselves, is debatable, but on some level, they knew it. How could they not? Your father was studiously oblivious to it. Your mother ignored it as much as she could but still, it bothered her on some level. That’s why her behavior changed when we started making out. However, once they saw us in flagrante delicto the reality smacked them upside the head.”
Over the phone, Grandma took a drink of something. “Too bad, I was so engrossed in having sex again that I failed to see how badly my son failed her. I could tell their love life was a bit lacking, but no sex at all! What the hell is wrong with you Davy? Had I known it was that bad, I could have arranged something. I wouldn’t have minded sharing with her.”
“You mean you and my dad and mom?” Somehow I found this more shocking than the idea of me and my grandma.”
Grandma laughed. “No silly, your dad proved he’s a zero, not a hero. He couldn’t satisfy one woman, let alone two. No, I meant you, me, and your mom.” She laughed again at my surprised intake of breath. “Not at the same time. Despite being a child of the sixties, I’m too old for threesomes. However, it’s too late for that. Your mom wouldn’t share with me even if I were still so inclined.”
She paused, “And that brings me to another point. And the real reason for my call. That friend from the Senior Center I’ve been staying with, well, it’s a male friend. And those pills they have now work pretty well. We’re… well, a couple now. So if you need a place to stay, you can stay with us. But you and I won’t be having hanky panky anymore. Besides your mom needs you more than I do.”
“For moral support you mean, because her marriage fell apart.”
“Don’t be dense, sweetie. For immoral support, your mother needs you to fuck her.”
“What?”
“The woman has been sexually neglected for years. She raised two handsome sons, one of which is now the only male in her house. She knows that her son is sexually active, has had sex with a woman older than himself and furthermore, he isn’t bothered by the incest taboo. All of this may be percolating in her subconscious but it’s there. The only problem is that she would never make a move on you, you’ll have to do it. You can’t just pounce on her. You have to seduce her. It will take time and effort but it should work and if it does it will be beneficial for you both.”
Grandma had more confidence in my skills than I did. I was at a loss at how to even start seducing my mother. I had enough trouble trying to talk to her. As it turns out fate intervened.
After a month of separation, my father finally contacted my mother to discuss their situation. She went to go meet him at a restaurant. I thought she might go all out to show him what he was missing but all she did was to put on a little make-up and a nice dress. Then I realized that even if she had gone all out, my dad probably wouldn’t have noticed. I almost joked that she needed to wear a sports uniform to get his attention but we still weren’t really communicating.
A couple of hours later the front door swung in with a slam and my mother staggered inside She still looked very nice in her short, sexy dress albeit a bit disheveled. She clutched a half-empty bottle of Southern Comfort. I looked outside to see a car drive off. However, I didn’t see our car. “Your Dad took the car in exchange for the house. He’s not coming back.” Mom gave a bitter laugh. “All those years. All those fucking wasted years. And it was a lie. Almost all of it.” She took a pull from the bottle and this motion was almost too much for her wasted state. Mom lost her balance and started to fall, fortunately, I was close enough to catch her.
Mom giggled when I caught her. She grabbed my arm with her free hand. “My sweet baby boy, you’re gonna have to take care of Momma now. Take me to bed Jakey. Take me to bed and fuuummmmggggghh…” I’m not certain what my Mom was about to say because her last word turned into a torrent of vomit that coursed across my shirt and her clothes. As sour bile and sweet liqueur showered over me my Mom became dead weight. I snagged the bottle as it fell from her hand and half carried and dragged her over to the breakfast nook in one arm.
I put down the bottle and her purse and then picked her up in my arms and carried her upstairs and into the bathroom. I assisted her inside the shower and sat her on the floor. I stripped off my soiled clothes and threw them on a towel. Then I had the wonderful task of undressing my passed-out mother. I had intended to just take her puked-on clothes off however as I took off my soiled shirt my mother became conscious just enough to attempt to clean her blouse off with her hands. She smeared vomit on her skirt and then into her hair as she ran her hands through her hair. Now I could either let her lay in drying vomit or clean her up. Despite her cold treatment of me the past month, I couldn’t do that to her.
I took off her blouse, skirt, and shoes. Unfortunately, the vomit had soaked through to her bra and panties, so these had to be removed as well. I tried to be as clinical as I could as I unsnapped her bra and removed it. I thought that the sickening stench of vomit emanating from her would help me remained detached. Not so. My cock remembered that I was a very horny eighteen-year-old male and not a gynecologist. As soon as those big, beautiful breasts were unleashed, my boxers tented. I had to tug off her panties and so revealed her smooth, round if slightly flabby butt and thick auburn bush. This did not help my erection at all.
I ignored the silent pleas of my clamoring third leg and put my arms around my naked mother’s waist. I lifted her and turned on the shower. I planned to use cold water to both wake Mom up and also quell my lust, however, I realized that waking my Mom up might not be such a great idea, especially if my erection didn’t go down. So warm water it was. I gave my mom a quick shower. And once again thought about what an idiot my father was getting fat and spending his life watching sports instead of spending as much time as he could with this beautiful, sexy woman.
My mom is 5’6″ or so and 140 lbs and is a bit hippy and has some junk in the trunk. Mom artfully hid the effects of aging with makeup. However, as the water washed away her cosmetics her crow’s feet, laugh lines and deepening wrinkles became visible. Even without makeup, she has a very attractive face. As I scrubbed the vomit out of her hair the full extent of her graying hair was revealed. Normally her auburn hair has some streaks of gray in it but there were more gray roots than I thought there would be. My mom colored her hair in such a way that it seemed as though she was graying more slowly than she was actually the case.
My sexual drought had made me so horny that I was tempted to fondle her as I washed her, to cup and hold her lovely big tits and stroke and caress her bush and puss, I restrained myself. I kept up my constraint even though Mom’s tits responded to my scrubbing hands by growing hard, thick nips. I knew for my benefit as well as hers I had to make this shower quick. I wiped her down and then dried her. Afterward, I helped her into her bed. Once there I dashed back to the shower to take care of my own need. With the image of my mother’s nude form in my mind, I had a rather satisfying orgasm in the shower.
When I left for school the next day my mother was still sleeping. When I returned home later that day the wonderful scent of my mother’s meatloaf filled the house. I hoped she would leave some for me. Then I noticed two place settings on the dining room table and wondered if Dad was coming to supper.
The kitchen door opened and Mom smiled at me. “Good, you’re home. Let’s talk while the meatloaf cooks.” She sat on the sofa and patted the couch.
Not certain if she was still drunk, I sat at the opposite end of the sofa. She seemed slightly disappointed by where I chose to sit.
“Before we talk about what’s going on with your Dad, I want to first thank you for your help last night. I don’t remember much about getting home or after that. I do remember you helping me to bed. Sorry, you had to go through that. I also want to apologize to you for having been kind of a bitch to you for the last month or so. I was projecting a lot of my own… feelings and … frustrations onto you. All of those revolved around your father, so I guess, we’ll talk about him first.
“The reason I got so drunk last night was not, as you might have thought because your father and I will be getting a divorce. I knew that was going to happen when he cut off communication with me when he was in the hospital. Once we finally talked about divorce I felt relieved. It has been years in the making but neither of us made the effort to end our sham of a marriage. The reason I got drunk was because I found out some rather disturbing news about your Dad.”
Okay, I know my dad is an asshole but he is still my Dad, so I felt of stab of anxiety and sadness. “Is he dying?”
Mom looked startled and then gave me a little laugh. “Oh, no honey, nothing like that. He’s fine… considering. And you know he was probably going to have a heart attack fairly soon anyway, so having a minor one now, whatever the cause, might have saved his life. No, what I found out… Well… It’s not as easy to tell you as I thought because it is so unbelievable.” She eyed the bottle of Southern Comfort on the table across the room as if needing some liquid courage. Finally, she just sighed, puffed up her cheeks, and blew out a steadying breath.
“You know how your dad was a high school football star and had a college scholarship lined up but that all ended when he was injured during a game, correct?
I nodded because I’d heard that particular bitter rant a million times, at least once a week. He blamed the high school for not making him study. He blamed the college for not waiting for him to rehab. He blamed everyone but himself.
“You’ve also heard him blame pot for all his troubles too, right?”
“Yeah, but he was always rather vague on that point. And when I asked him if it was because he smoked pot he became almost apoplectic and emphatically denied it.”
“Well, that was a big lie, which I already knew. Your dad is three years older than me, so I never really interacted with him until after high school. But I did know he hung around with Freddie a lot in high school and then suddenly he didn’t. Back then, Freddie was, well, one of the school’s dealers. He didn’t have a corner or anything like that but he could get you uppers, downers, or pot. Part of the reason why your dad’s academics suffered wasn’t just because he felt too entitled to study but because he was high… a lot. Freddie gave him discounts and freebies because they were tight from having grown up together. I knew that part even though your dad lied about it after high school.”
Mom frowned and then shook her head with disbelief. “What I didn’t realize, and this is the shocking part, is that one day while they were both really high, they made a bet. The loser had to suck the other guy’s dick. It was probably one of those bets people make when they’re high and expect the other person to renege on. However, Freddie lost and Freddie went ahead and blew your dad.”
What? My homophobic Dad let some dude suck him off? Then realized it was probably a domination thing, like some guy in prison.
As my Mom let that sink in for a minute. “Anyway, the thing is, your dad now admits that he couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderful that blowjob had been. Those were his exact words as he described it last night. The blowjob was on his mind during the game where he ended up getting injured. After he blew your dad, Freddie openly admitted he was gay. Your dad felt ashamed of what had happened and his feelings about it and so cut ties with Freddie. After that he hated pot and potheads in general, blaming it for his weakness, as he called it.
Once your father and I started dating he was very eager to have sex with me. I thought it was because he was so into me, and possibly because he didn’t date much while rehabbing his knees. Due to his eagerness, we had sex much sooner than I planned. I was careless and got pregnant. Your dad was happy about that and then couldn’t wait to have another kid. However, during the second pregnancy his ardor cooled considerably, After which is when he started becoming the couch potato we all know and love.” she said the latter sarcastically.
“I thought…” I started but then thought the better of asking about my parent’s sex life.
“Go ahead, ask.” Mom said with a hand twirl.
“I thought you and Dad had, ummm, infrequent marital relations because of his health.”
Mom answered with a small, bitter laugh. “Our sex life tapered off dramatically after your birth. Then once he started getting obese it became nil. From what your father told me last night, the lack of sex, the junk food, the lack of exercise, and his almost total immersion in sports viewing are all related to the same cause. He felt shame and guilt. The reason he had come at me strong and hard in our early relationship and why he had wanted to have kids was to prove to himself that the feelings that Fred’s blowjob had brought forth in him were false feelings.”
“Wait, wait wait! Freddie is the same Fred that Dad works with, whom he’s staying with now? If Dad hated him for being gay how did they end up being friends?”
“Once Fred became openly gay his parents blamed it on the pot and his loss of religion. So they sent him to one of those conversion therapy camps. And Fred graduated from the Camp seemingly super straight and super religious. Even so, once your dad and he started working together it took years for them to become friends again. However, once your dad moved in with Fred, things…. happened. And your dad realized those feelings they felt were not false.”
Suddenly it dawned on me what Mom was trying to tell me. “Wait a minute! You’re saying that Dad is gay?”
“Apparently so, and we and his body were victims of his denial.” My mom was shaking a bit and so I placed my hand on hers. Although I didn’t know how she’d react, I was rewarded with a small smile. “Yes, apparently his homophobia was also a sort of self-loathing. So he and Fred are… together now.” She let out a harsh laugh. Mom smiled wryly, “Oddly enough he now seems happier than he has in years. Happier than I could make him. And Fred has even gotten him to start exercising, something else I could never do either.”
“Oh! I always thought Dad was an idiot for not paying that much attention to you, but now I see that he wasn’t.”
“Well, thanks a lot!” Mom snapped, her anger flaring.
“What I meant was that he couldn’t help it because he liked guys.” I saw my awkward phrasing wasn’t helping my case. “His lack of interest had nothing to do with you, Mom. Any healthy, hetero man would find you very attractive.” Mom’s anger faded and she gave me an odd look. “Dad’s lack of interest had nothing to do with you, it was all due to his orientation. I still think he was an idiot for ignoring you in other aspects of your relationship, the social ones. Sexuality aside, you’re still a great person to be around. Warm, funny, and intelligent. I mean he could have been spending time with you in all sorts of other activities instead of just sulking and watching sports.”
Mom clutched my hand in gratitude and seemed about to say something when the timer to the oven went off. She hurried away to get the meatloaf out before it burned. For the first time in a month, I had dinner with my mom. I didn’t want to ruin the progress I had made in getting back into her good graces by saying the wrong thing so I kept my mouth shut. Mom also seemed to want to breach the gap between us but didn’t know how. After a couple of glasses of wine, however, she finally gave me a speculative smile.
“This morning I noticed that you did some laundry last night.” Her expression was somewhere between amused and embarrassed. Like when she tried to explain the bird and bees to me. “There was a pair of my panties and a bra in there. You haven’t secretly been using Momma’s undies since I stopped your access to porn, have you?” Oddly enough there wasn’t any anger in her voice but rather a teasing undertone.
“No, Mom, I did laundry because you vomited all over me and you while I was helping you upstairs. When you tried to wipe it off you smeared it everywhere.”
Mom’s face went white and then red as she blushed. “So.. so you undressed me?” Her voice was an anxious squeak.
“Well, I couldn’t very well dump you in your bed all soiled like that, could I? I mean you even had puke in your hair. So yes, I undressed you and gave you a shower, like you would have done for me.”
“Oh, God!” Mom said with a small sob. “I didn’t realize I was that drunk.” Her eyes shimmered with tears. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. It must have been horrible for you.”
“Yeah, it was pretty bad. The vomit was pretty atrocious.”
“And you had to see your old mom… naked. That must have been traumatic.”
“Not at all. You’re my mother and I love you. You needed my help so I helped.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Mom gave me a big smile but I also felt like there was some disappointment at my reply.” Okay, it took me a minute. Even though she now knew my dad was gay, she still felt as though it were her fault. As if she wasn’t attractive enough to keep him from being that way. She knew it was ridiculous but still, those types of feelings can linger.
“The only hard part was remembering that the beautiful woman in my arms was my mother.” My mom blushed at the compliment. “Sorry, Mom I’m an eighteen-year-old guy who had a sexy, wet naked woman in my arms. So to be totally honest, I have to say that wasn’t the only hard thing about that shower. ”
It took my mother a moment to get my crude pun. She gasped and blushed even redder. “You… you got an… erection…. from ME?”
I shrugged. “It’s like I told you, any healthy, hetero man would find you attractive, Mom.”
Mom jumped up “Oh, where did the time go? I need to clean up and start for bed. I have to work early tomorrow.” She started grabbing the dishes and hurried into the kitchen. A few moments later when Mom came out of the kitchen drying her hands on a towel, she looked over to where I was doing my homework and blurted, “You were just being sweet, weren’t you? Trying to cheer your old mom by pretending she’s still… attractive.”
I may be slightly dense but I’m not entirely dim. “No, Mom. You are a very attractive woman and yes, I did get an erection caused entirely by your beautiful body.”
She looked both pleased and still doubtful. “If you say so.” She then went back into the kitchen.
An hour or so later I was taking a shower when I heard the bathroom door open. I opened the shower door to see my mom standing there still dressed in her casual clothes of a blouse, skirt, and sneakers. From her stance and breath, I could tell she had followed her glasses of wine with some of the remaining Southern Comfort. She gave me a slow look over and smiled.
“You saw me last night… so turn about and all that. And now you can show me you think I’m sexy. Unless you were lying.” She said eyeing my flaccid cock.
“I just took a cold shower, Mom.”
“Yeah, right,” she chuckled “Okay, then let’s give you a little inspiration to see if you weren’t just teasing your Momma.” She then unbuttoned her blouse slowly exposing her big, beautiful beasts to me. Still encased in a regular and unflattering white bra they jutted from her chest like a pair of snow-capped mountains. Mom’s eyes widened and she lost her smile as my cock stiffened and was fully erect by the time she had gotten to the last button. She swallowed hard. “I guess you weren’t lying after all.”
Now had this been a porno or even one of those erotic stories, my mom would have dropped to her knees and sucked my cock. Instead, she turned bright red and then hurried out of the bathroom. I finished my shower and went to bed, very pleased and slightly confused by what had just happened.