Grandma And Me Ch 01 1

First and foremost, this is a story of fiction.

Names are also fiction.

Part 1.

A few weeks ago, my family went on vacation to a popular beach. Tall hotels and condos border the coastline.

My mom (48) Jeny, dad (51) Bill, sister (22) Brie, brother (23) Jerry, and me, John (24), along with our grandmother on my moms side (67) Erin.

We arrived on Sunday, and were all in different rooms. I was with Jerry and our grandmother had her own room that each of us kids were going to spend a night or two with her over the vacation time we had. Grandma although old given my perspective on her age; she was still a relatively fit...ish and very healthy older woman. Like my mom, they both played tennis and went for long walks. Ate healthy and never smoked anything and rarely drank anything.

Brie was to spend the first two nights with Grandma, but decided on Monday night to not spend the second night with her, so Jerry and I were offered the bed for that night (separate beds!). Jerry said he also didn't really want to spend two whole nights with Grandma, so I said I will fill the spots the others left vacant.

This gave Jerry and Brie their own space.

We would spend the days on the beach, or along the boardwalk, or in a local park. Just enjoying the place, and our time together on vacation as a family. Even though we were all grown, we all still lived together in one house. Except for Grandma who lived a few miles from us, though in the same town.

Now, grandma, to me, has always been attractive. I would expect she isn't. She is tall, at just under 5' 11. Me, I am 6 foot. So, to me, she is the same height as me. She also has a small grandma belly, one that you know has had children. At least, that's how I see them. She has thin legs, and her breasts are a good C cup. She definitely needs a bra as they are saggy. She loves wearing sun dresses. Rarely wears shorts unless gardening.

So, one day, early into the vacation, grandma asked me to go with her to the park while the others went to the beach with the expectation that she and I would join the others later in the afternoon after lunch. Grandma wanted to spend time with me because I think I was her favorite.

Well, Grandma and I left for the park in the midmorning after having breakfast together in our room. She made me cereal and she had toast with jam on it. We then had some coffee together while watching from the balcony of her room, all the people heading to the beach.

Grandma has a sense of humor that is kind of shall we say on edge. She sometimes says things that you wouldn't expect from a mature lady. Nonetheless, the more I could learn about her and her life, the better. I was very attached to her growing up, and more so now. Like I said, I always found her to be really attractive, though she wasn't a natural beauty.

I have always liked mature women and my last girlfriend was in her late 20's. Grandma and mom used to make fun of me, but it was just that as they were very supportive. My mom even offered to set me up with one of her friends - though I was sure she was joking.

We left our room mid morning and slowly strolled to the local park. We talked the entire time. She asked me all sorts of questions about my gf's and life in general. We sat on the grass and talked for what seemed hours (it was) as I also asked her about her life and whatever questions she asked me, I also asked her. It was kind of the same thing I do on a dating website where I ask the same question that I was just asked and it often leads to something happening either sexually online, or an actual date. I kind of had a feeling inside that was much like I got from these sorts of questions from 'mature' women that I normally chatted with and dated online. But, this was my grandmother. So, I would shake my head to get rid of the rising thought.

We were laying on the ground under a tree in the shade and enjoying the warmth. Eventually, I rested my head on her tummy. Thinking nothing of it. We lay like that just looking up at the sky, staring at the clear blue sky between the green leaves. Something that I loved to do. I actually taught her to do that. Most people just look at the sky, but don't appreciate the leaves and branches at the same time. Grandma loved the idea that I could teach her something.

After about 10 minutes laying there, with my head on her tummy, she began running her fingers through my hair. This wasn't unusual for her to do. But.... that moment, it was different for me. I almost immediately became aroused with the feeling of a mature woman running her fingers through my hair.

I said to her, "you know grandma, people might think we're dating if you keep doing that to me in public."

She stopped. Then said, "let them think what they think." then continued to run her fingers through my hair.

I let it go on for about five minutes until I could feel myself now getting physically aroused. I then turned over so my crotch was facing the ground to hide from anyone my arousal. She had no idea. I lay with my head still on her tummy, but facing the tree trunk, and my now definitely growing penis pressing against the ground. She continued and then stroked my neck. Nothing more than she would normally, but it was hot out, it was her being mature, I wasn't looking at her to register that it was my own grandmother, and I could feel the fingers and hand were not of someone young - something that I was attracted to.

We lay there for probably another hour or so just enjoying the surroundings and each other.

Grandma then said, we should go for a walk. I was so aroused that I actually said to her, "Grandma, I can't at the moment."

She asked me why not, what was wrong. I then told her that all her caressing of my hair had 'done something to me' and I needed a few minutes.

She laughed. Said, "really?"

I said, "Yes, actually!"

"But, I'm old," she said.

I replied, "you know I like older women."

"I'm also your grandmother." she said in a hurry. I told her, it didn't matter, as I wasn't looking at her, and it just happened.

She asked me, "what, this just happened now?"

I said, "no, an hour ago."

My penis was beginning to shrink back to its normal relaxed state when she thought it would be funny to make it go hard again, and said "well, I am glad someone likes me like that." while beginning to stroke my back and neck.

Instant erection. I said, "Grandma, this ain't helping any. Stop it."

She said ok and rolled out from under my head. Got up and said, "well, why don't you look at me, maybe that will help your thing go down."

I said ok. and did. It did go down.

After a few minutes laying there to shake the internal feeling, I got up.

As we walked away from our spot, I asked her to not tell anyone. She said, "never. This is something between us, and she loved me more than anything."

I said, "thanks grandma."

We stayed in the park for a couple of hours after that. Went to the local coffee house, had a coffee and a bite to eat.

Then we went back to the hotel room to have an actual lunch, and get changed for the beach.

When we got back to the room, she said for me to go to my room to get changed and she would throw a salad and sandwich together for us to eat before heading out to the beach.

When I got back to the room, grandma was still getting changed into her bathing costume. She was just pulling up the shoulder strap, nothing else. But, it was enough for me to notice her shoulder with nothing on it.

She said, "ok, I'll make us lunch. Just relax on the couch."

I sat on the couch and just stared at her. In the kitchen, making us both something to eat.

Oh my, I had this sick feeling in my stomach that I just wanted her. Not my grandmother, just her. this older mature woman. Everything about her physique was now hitting me in the stomach and making me almost choak. My throat was well and truly dry. My penis, started to get hard again. I was glad she was in the kitchen.

Eventually, by the time grandma had finished in the kitchen, everything had settled down again as I kept looking at her face which took the urges away. At least for the most.

We ate, had another coffee.

After lunch, grandma was washing the dishes and cleaning up the table while I was out on the balcony looking at the beach to see if I could see the rest of our family. I couldn't, but I was so focused on that. Grandma was calling me to go to the bathroom before we headed out, I couldn't hear her. She came out onto the balcony and stood next to me, looking out at the beach, she swung into me, friendly like. to bump me like a friend does. I looked at her and said we should go down to the beach. In that exact moment, while looking at her, I thought about her in a way I shouldn't have, and I felt that I encouraged myself to think that, like I wanted something to actually happen. I was looking at her, and thinking to myself 'please kiss me grandma'. It was only a split second, but a moment all the same.

She said, come on, let's go down to the beach..All I could hear was her saying go down; oh god yes!

Nevertheless, we left the apartment, and went to the beach. lol.

Okay, so, for the rest of that afternoon, grandma lounged with my mom and dad after we found them on the beach. I swam, and lay in the sun. It was actually really nice.

After we all came back from the beach. We showered and cleaned up for dinner. We were going out to a local restaurant for dinner that night and planning on meeting with some friends of my parents who lived in the area. Dinner was good. Company also really good.

We all went back and as I was staying in the same room as my grandmother, she and I decided it would be best for me to bring my clothes over and we would just get changed in the bathroom when we needed to. Since both my brother and sister had decided to not sleep in the same room with our grandmother, it kind of made sense.

We then all met in our my parents room for yet another coffee. Their friends came back to catch up with them and have a coffee and a few wines. We planned the next day out which was essentially going to be a repeat of today. My parents had a glass of wine to round off their evening and were planning on staying up for a while with their friends, and while they were doing that, we all returned to our respective rooms.

Of course, I went to grandma's and now my room too.

Grandma asked if I wanted a glass of wine as she wanted one. She said we could enjoy the evening breeze and a glass of wine while watching the sunset. Perfect! I said, "yeah, of course, sounds great cause this is a perfect end to the evening."

I was on the balcony just looking out at the water. The sun was beginning to go down. It still had about 30 or so minutes to go. So the timing couldn't be better. Grandma walked out onto the balcony with two glasses, stood next to me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her arm.

I looked at her as we stood there at the balcony railing. She handed me my glass, and said, "here sweetie, what an end to the most perfect of days!"

I took the glass, and she held her glass out, and said, "let's make a toast."

"To a wonderful day, with wonderful friends, and family."

I said, "to the most wonderful grandmother in the world!" We clinked glasses, and as we both took a sip, she leaned into my shoulder just as she did earlier today, this time, slowly and staying there. She then rested her head on my shoulder, and said, "you know John, this has probably been the best day of my life. I can't imagine it could get any better."

I said, "We have tomorrow too." Grandma said, "yes we do."

We both retreated to the deck chairs on the balcony and just sat next to each other watching the sun slowly go down. Sipping the wine very slowly. We chatted about nothing, waiting for the sun to reach its position on the horizon where we just watched as if we were to never see the sun again.

The sun, slipping below the visible horizon, all that was left was the sun's last remaining light reflected from beyond the horizon on the sky.

As the sky got darker, we began to talk more about the plan for tomorrow, about having another wine, about the wonderful weather and how nice it was to see my parents' friends again.

As grandma poured another glass of wine, she said this is all we should have tonight.

Once she finished topping up our glasses; only half full. She sat down and I stood up. I took my glass, and raised it toward her, and said, "grandma, you said earlier that this was most likely the best day of your life, I want to tell you that this IS the best day of mine. Thank you!"

Grandma looked at me and said, "thank you dear. I love you so much." We clinked glasses again and took a sip.

I placed my glass on the small balcony table, sat back down.

We sat there as the night became slowly darker, sipping our wine. Talking about plans and things from back home. House stuff. Jobs etc...We finished our wines. Grandma stood up and went to the railing to look out at the beach which by now was almost impossible to see beyond the sand. I stood up and went to the railing and stood next to grandma.

Our shoulders were so close we could feel the heat from each other. The temperature was slowly getting cooler. Staying by the ocean, it is a lot cooler than inland. Grandma said, "stay here a minute, I'll be back in a moment."I heard the water flush in the bathroom, thinking she had just gone to the bathroom, she returned to stand next to me on the balcony with a blanket wrapped around her. As she stands next to me on my left side, she lifts her right arm and places it around my shoulder wrapping me in the blanket too. It was such a nice feeling. I wished I was with my old gf. It reminded me of being with her as we often sat out and looked at the stars wrapped in a blanket. I grasped the blanket with my right hand as it wrapped over my right shoulder, and placed my left arm around grandma's lower back; otherwise, it would have been really awkward. Grandma also lowered her arm to my lower back for comfort too.

We stood there for about five minutes. Wrapped in the blanket. Listening to the ocean, smelling the fresh ocean breeze. We actually didn't say a single word the whole time. After about five minutes, grandma said to me, "Johnny, I am sorry about teasing you this morning." I knew exactly what she was referring to.She continued, "I know you like mature women, and I am sorry that I perpetuated the reaction you were having. I am sure it was an automatic thing. I want to remind you that it's between just you and me."

I don't know why she brought that up at that point, but I just nodded my head in agreement. I mean, who was I going to tell?

We continued standing there with the blanket around us for the next moment which felt like an eternity probably because all I could think about was my erection earlier in the day - and that feeling of embarrassment when you're in a situation that you feel is really becoming uncomfortable. Then, my mind moved from my erect penis to why it was erect in the first place. An older woman running her hands through my hair, and gently caressing my neck.

What would you know, I am now getting those feelings inside that you get when you fall for someone and know it's a really really bad idea because she is married or some other reason that it is likely to go wrong. My stomach was becoming to butterfly, my penis was also beginning to do its own thing, again. My throat was getting dry. I was getting these urges to just do something.

As we're looking to the ocean, wrapped in the blanket, I turn my head to look at her, and take my right arm, and with my right hand, I reach across to her chin, place my thumb and fingers on her chin, and turn her to face me. I move my hand very very slowly to place my hand on the right side of her face, and with my index finger, move her hair to behind her ear. I then lowered my hand to cover her jaw, and with my thumb, I gently, oh so gently stroke her cheek, and said, "you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I want this moment to last forever."

She was looking into my eyes and as I finished, her lips began to quiver, and her mouth opened just a little then closed, then opened just that little bit. I lent in, and within a half a second, I had kissed her on the mouth.

This was a kiss no different than we would normally kiss each other, but. I held it for one entire second. That was it. One second.

She pulled away a little bit, butpressed her head into my right hand at the side of her face. Then I lent in and kissed her again. This time, she turned her whole body toward me, and placed her hands either side of my face. and kissed me for what felt like 10 seconds.

We stopped kissing, she lowered her hands, and then raised them to cover her mouth. She stepped back from each other about a foot between us. I moved her hands from her mouth, while holding her hands, I lent in again, and kissed her again. After about a minute of me kissing her, I let go of her left hand, but held on to her right hand, I turned toward the room, and walked her trailing behind me toward the living room. I sat her on the couch. All without saying a single word. I sat next to her and said, "I love you so much, it hurts."

She reached out and placed her arms around my neck and pulled me toward her to comfort me. As my face fell into the nape of her neck, I kissed it gently. and she said, "Johnny.", I stopped her, and said, "it's John."She continued, "John..." she couldn't finish the sentence. I lifted my head, and kissed her on the cheek. I then turned her face toward me and slowly moved in to kiss her on the mouth again. I then stopped.I said, "I want you to put some lipstick on for me."She looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I said, "I really want you to do that, put some lipstick on for me."Without a word more, she got up, went to the bathroom and about 3 or 4 minutes later, came out with lipstick on. As soon as I saw her with lipstick on, I knew this was going to happen.

She returned to the couch, sitting back down where she was before and said, "you mean like this?"

I said, "yes, exactly like this."

I sat there looking at her.

She was looking at me, in my eyes, and shifting her gaze to my mouth.

Her mouth was quivering again, opening just a little bit, and closing. I was fixated on her lipstick. I am not normally a lipstick or makeup kind of guy, but this was way different. I was fixated on her lips, with her lipstick.

She then lifted her hand and opened her hand to show me three different lipsticks. She then said, "You can choose another one if you don't like this color."

I said, "your lips are perfect." I then lent in and kissed her on the lips. I could feel her lipstick transferring to me.

We sat on the couch kissing for probably 10 minutes.

Then, I stood up, took her right hand again, and gestured for her to stand up. She did. I then hugged her. She hugged me back. I then went straight back to kissing her. It was very passionate. I could feel that she was very unsure, but trusted me. We embraced, and kissed standing for a few minutes. Then, standing there in the middle of the living room, I pulled her close to me as if I were going to kiss her again. But this time, I slipped my hand up under her blouse, and ran my hand up and over her mummy tummy. I moved slowly up, and I could feel her begin to shake. I then reached her right breast. A small C cup, but a perfect size for me. She was wearing a bra that felt so silky. Her breast was so soft from years of breastfeeding and age.

As I very gently caressed her breast, moving from one to the other, I began to kiss her again. As I did, I felt her place her left arm around my neck, and then I felt her right hand moving over the outside of my shorts in front of my penis which was by now, standing straight up. I felt her stop moving her hand, then she stopped kissing me and said, "you're wet!"I nodded. Then she said, "Do you want to know a secret?"I nodded again still with my hand on her left breast this time, moving my thumb and fingers feeling for her nipples.