Ramesh could not believe that his parents were going away for the weekend and he would be staying home with his grandma, Lalitha.
'Mom! Why can't I stay home alone?' he yelled.
'We already talked about this Ramesh - ' Meena warned him,' - your father needs help at his new construction site and I am going. That's it.'
'I am not a little kid. I am already in college for God's sake. My friends were supposed to be here later today and I want to spend time with them, not Grandma.'
'Look Ramesh. You haven't seen your Grandma since you were in fifth grade. She is going to be here in ten minutes, so stop pouting and be on your best behavior.'
He crossed his hands and sat on the sofa. His thoughts went back to the CD he bought from the black market with his friends. Just the thought of the woman on the cover stirred up feelings between his legs. They were supposed to watch it today. He groaned and slumped against the sofa.
The doorbell rang.
'Ramesh, Get the door.'
As he opened the door, Ramesh was a bit perplexed at the beautiful mature woman standing beyond the threshold.
'Ummm... Who are - '
Before he could finish his thoughts, the woman rushed inside and crushed him in a bear hug.
'Oh my lovely Ramesh. How has my grandson grown up so much?'
Ramesh could only wonder about the soft figure cuddled against his body and he drew in the scent of lemon against her curly hair. His grandmother was nothing like his past remembrance.
She released him and held his shoulders. Ramesh stared at the wide, soft brown eyes sizing him up and the lovely lock of twisted grey hair that crossed her face.
Just then Meena entered the room. 'Mom! It's so nice to see you.'
As the ladies talked over things, Ramesh went to the sofa and sat on trembling legs. He had to walk jagged to hide his erection. He threw a surreptitious look at his grandma.
At sixty, Lalitha did not resemble her age. She looked more like forty and the soft November light almost bounced off her skin. She wore a sleeveless black blouse and her bosom was barely contained by her sunflower patterned white sari that elegantly softened against her entire body. He saw her slightly flabby belly between the folds of her saree and he slowly put his right hand within his shorts pocket trying to push his engorged member down.
Her boobs were slightly saggy but more rounded and arched like a well-tuned missile ready for launch. Her curly black hair was powdered with streaks of grey and set loose against her shoulders which added to her sex appeal. As Lalitha spoke animatedly, her saree drooped down exposing her wide white cleavage to Ramesh.
They finished talking and Meena took her bags outside.
'Don't cause any trouble to grandma,' Meena said and then she was gone.
Lalitha walked to Ramesh with a sway of her curved hips, sat near him and whispered, 'We have a lot to talk about, don't we Ramesh?'
Ramesh blushed and he felt as if his grandma had eyed his erection but could not be sure. Lalitha gave him a kiss on his cheeks.
'I will take a bath and come back,' she said, her voice husky and lustrous against his ears.
They talked and had dinner later in the evening. Lalitha went to do some chores in the kitchen and Ramesh sat in his room unable to keep his thoughts from her. Even the way she walked stirred his loins.
It was night time and finally Lalitha peeked and came into his room.
'Good night Ramesh,' she went near him and placed a kiss on his forehead.
'Grandma! Can you sleep here with me today?' Ramesh asked her with pleading eyes. 'You can tell me stories like you used to do when I was a kid.'
Lalitha was a little hesitant. She realized that Ramesh was already eighteen and on the verge of becoming an adult. She had felt him staring at her all day. Anyways, it was probably just her imagination.
Lalitha nodded and sat down on the bed cross legged. Ramesh placed his head on her lap while his hands were cuddled against her waist. Lalitha sighed. It had been a long time since she was in the company of any adult and even though it was her grandson, she felt a spike of pleasure.
She started to recite some old stories and Ramesh listened. After some time, Lalitha felt pangs of drowsiness hit her and slowly drifted off.
As Lalitha nodded off, her body leaned down and her heavy bosom buried against Ramesh's mouth. Suddenly she awoke and jolt back up in a feeling of dread as she felt her breast buried against Ramesh. She tilted her head to the right to check on Ramesh. He was in a deep sleep.
She did not want to disturb him. She ran her hand through his hair and stroked his face. It had been a surprise to see Ramesh so grown up. Felt it just yesterday when he was a little boy.
Pale moonlight filtered through the windows and gave a intimate feeling to the bedroom. She observed Ramesh's even breathing and ran her eyes over his body. Ramesh had a muscular frame, probably from going to gym daily, she thought. Then her eyes went down his stomach and she almost yelled in surprise. His shorts had formed a big tent.
She couldn't believe that her grandson was having an erection. And she could feel it was big even without touching it. There was a warm feeling and moistness in her nether regions after a very long time.
Her breath quickened.
Then she righted herself back and slowly laid Ramesh's head on the pillow. She would have to head back and sleep in her own room today.
Otherwise...
'Grandma...' Ramesh called her and she turned back. His face was still hid in the darkness.
'Can I cuddle with you and sleep?'
'Sure you can,' Lalitha said, not believing the words that came out of her mouth just now.
She went to the bathroom to adjust her Sari and after washing her face crept back into the bed right alongside Ramesh.
Did Ramesh feel her breast against his face? Lalitha thought.
No... he would have been too asleep to feel anything. She would have to stop worrying unnecessarily.
There was just a big blanket for both of them to share. Lalitha pulled up the blanket covering both of them and went to sleep.
