"Damnit, not again," I muttered under my breath as the headboard in the bedroom next to mine began to smack against the wall. That room was where Grandma and Grandpa slept. If they kept to their usual routine the banging would end in roughly ten minutes. Little consolation for a first year college student trying to finish up an important paper for school. What could I say; apparently even at sixty-three years old Gramps was still a horny old bastard. I couldn't blame him, at sixty-one, Grams was still a fine looking woman. The only thing that torked me off was this was the fifth time in four days that the sound of that stinking headboard had interrupted my studies. The worst part was it was only seven-fifteen in the morning! I'm all for sex, but damn, they're retired, couldn't they at least wait until bedtime to bump uglies? Or better yet, wait until I had left for school? Roughly eight minutes later I heard a couple of grunts and the incessant banging slowed down then stopped.
Grandma and Grandpa Carver were Dad's parents and they were staying with us until the renovations on their house were complete. Dad had said that it shouldn't be more than a month before the work was finished. They had only been here four days and it already felt like two weeks, I could only imagine what it was going to feel like after a month. With my concentration ruined for now I decided to finish up later. I removed the flash drive that held all my notes and powered down my laptop. Throwing on my clothes I rushed out into the hallway and ran smack dab into Grandma. She was coming from the bathroom with her head pointing down and didn't see me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her to prevent her from landing on her butt. Her tiny five foot four inches was no match to my six feet of lean hard muscles.
"What the...? Russell Carver, you really should learn to slow down," she squealed, and then a puzzled look crossed her face as she noticed the odd stare I was giving her.
I had let go of her and stepped back only to notice the robe she was wearing was untied and wide open. My eyes took in her ripe full breasts with less than the normal sag to them for a woman her age, before they swept down to observe the full bush of greyish-black pubic hair that covered her prominent mound. She had a small waist and soft wide hips that tapered down to strong firm legs.
"Sorry Grandma," I stammered, my eyes locking onto the dark brown silver dollar sized areolas that topped her tits.
It didn't take long for her to realize where I was looking. She glanced down and noticed the state of undress she was in. Swiftly she clutched the robe together as her face started turning all shades of red.
"Oh my," she whispered sliding past me and scurrying toward her bedroom.
"Hey Grandma," I called out. When she turned to look at me I added, "Lookin goooood!"
"I can say the same thing to you," she snickered taking a quick glance at the front of my jeans before ducking into her room. I didn't have to look down to know that there was a bulge there, I could feel it.
I got downstairs and went directly to the kitchen where I knew Mom would be. She was sitting at the bar that divided the dinning room and the kitchen proper. Perched on one of the two tall stools, one slippered foot on the floor the other wedge on the stools rungs, she was sipping her coffee with both hands on her cup. I took a moment to admire the toned shapely leg reaching the floor. Her floor length nightgown had a slit on both sides that went from her feet all the way up to the middle of her thighs. The bronze tan that covered her leg went nicely with the rich maroon color of her nightgown. Mom was what I called a Tan-O-Phile. She'd start working on her tan in very early spring, weather permitting, and wouldn't stop until it got too cold to lay by the pool. Even now, in late fall, I'd come home from school and catch her out by the pool sometimes. I didn't mind, at thirty-nine my Mother is a raven-haired beauty with a killer bod, and the swimsuits she wore covered only as much as they legally had to.
After exchanging good mornings I snagged a bottle of water from the fridge, gave Mom a quick peck, and made my way out the front door. I was running late, Tom Crowley was parked at the curb waiting impatiently for me. Grandpa's voice coming from off to the side startled me.
"Have a good day, Champ," he growled between puffs on his pipe.
I glanced over and saw him sitting in the wicker chair on the porch sipping a steaming cup of coffee. I wanted to tell him to tone down the headboard activity, but I didn't think Grandpa Roy would take kindly to being lectured about his sex life by a nineteen year old. I just said thanks and went around Dad's car in the driveway and climbed into Tom's. It wasn't until half my day was gone before it dawned on me to wonder how Gramps had gotten dressed, poured a cup of coffee, and managed to be sitting on the porch in the short time it'd taking me to get downstairs. The rest of the day's classes made me forget all about it.
My classes end early on Fridays so it was around one in the afternoon when I got home. Dropping my books on my bed, I changed into sweats and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs to raid the fridge. Grandma was washing out a few dishes in the sink and didn't hear me come up behind her. She had on a loose fitting tank top that drooped enough at the armholes for me to see the sides of her white bra if I looked hard enough. The stretch pants she had on hugged her small round rump provocatively and I couldn't resist giving it a little pat as I walked by her. She squealed and called me a masher causing us both to start laughing.
One of the things I loved about her was her easygoing nature. She never seemed to take anything too serious. Another thing she liked to do was flirt with me. Just the other evening I was sitting on the couch watching the TV when she came into the room and plopped right down on my lap and planted a big wet one on my lips. When she pulled away she smushed my cheeks in her hands forcing my lips to pucker up like a fish's then asked, "How's my stud muffin of a Grandson doing?" I wasn't sure if that was funny or not, but Gramps, who was sitting on the other end of the couch had thought it was hilarious. It had taken him a full five minutes to stop laughing. After Grandma's soft ass left my lap, it had taken almost that long before the swelling in my groin had gone down. I think she really likes seeing how uncomfortable she could make me.
"So Russ, did you get an eyeful this morning?" she chirped not missing a beat on what she was doing.
"Truthfully Martha," I started playfully, using her given name, "What I saw this morning really should be in one of those men's magazines, so the whole world can see how stunning my Grandmother is."
Her hands stopped moving in the sink and she turned her sparkling blue eyes in my direction. "You thought it looked that good huh?"
"Without a doubt," I replied.
"Hum, I guess I could make some extra money by posing for a girlie mag. The only trouble would be finding a photographer that I could trust," she remarked, looking up and to the side as if she were actually thinking about doing it.
Unsure if she was still teasing me or not I blurted out, "I've been told I take good pictures, so if you want, I'll gladly volunteer for the job."
"I'll keep that in mind," she laughed and turned her attention back to the sink.
"Where's Mom?" I asked after tearing my eyes from the drooping armholes of her top.
"It's a sunny afternoon, where do you think she is?"
I took one last look at Grandma's fine ass, nasty little thoughts running amok in the back of my brain, and went out to the pool area. There was Mom, all five-foot nine inches of her stretched out on a lounger, the light brown bikini she was wearing blending in nicely with her bronzed skin. She had a huge brimmed hat pulled over her eyes and didn't see me coming. Being a typical horny teenager I took this opportunity to scope out the goods. Long slender legs crossed at the ankles, smooth flat stomach, and firm globes of tit flesh barely covered by the triangles of her suit greeted my eyes. Yep, Dad's one lucky fuck I told myself before faking a cough to announce my presence.
"Hey sweetie, how was school today?" she asked pushing the hat back on her head and fixing her soft brown eyes on mine.
"The usual, too many boring lectures and not enough time with the hands on stuff," I told her taking a seat on the lounger next to hers.
I was taking computer science hoping to become a programmer so I could create my own games. This was a field that Mom had worked at for some time, before she developed a software package that garnered her enough money to say the hell with working. Now she worked on her tan and her physique. Dad enjoyed the thrill of making business deals too much to give up his job. I suspect that the occasional overseas assignments also appealed to him. When I had first started school I had planned to get my own place, probably sharing rent with one of my pals, but Mom had talked me out of it. She had said that I would be better off not having the burden of having to work part time to pay the rent. So here I was living at home with my parents, while my classmates partied and enjoyed their college experience. At least I was getting good grades, something Mom seemed proud of.
"You know kiddo, you got to put the knowledge in the noggin before you can do what you want with the hands," she philosophized.
"I suppose," I agreed, absently staring at the swell of her 38D chest as it rose and fell. I'd done enough laundry to know what size clothes my whole family wore.
