Ever since the death of my grandfather, I’ve been visiting my grandmother every week on Thursday. In the beginning, it was really tough for her to be left alone, so after dinner, I would usually stay the night. I didn’t mind because sleeping over at Grandma’s was like getting a mini vacation every week from my family.
After a few months, Grandma finally came out of her depression and began to act like her old self again, going out volunteering at the church and visiting friends. Even during her despair, she was always warm and affectionate to her loved ones. I continued my weekly visits; Grandma made sure that her Thursdays were always free so that she would have the entire day to spend with me.
It was entirely innocent until one hot afternoon when it all changed; I came to Grandma’s house later than usual because my mom had given some last minute chores for me to do. I came in and dropped off my stuff in the guest room that Grandma had let me sleep in during the nights. I shouted out for Grandma but no response came. Walking to the other side of the house, I walked into her room and found Grandma in bed sleeping; the bed sheets only covered half her body as she slept on her side facing the door. To tell you the truth, I had thought about my Grandma many times during masturbation. My grandmother did have love handles and some fat where she didn’t want, but her breasts made up for any physical imperfection. She had by far the largest breasts in the family, double D’s if I remember correctly; I know because I had helped do her laundry once. Although they sagged due to their large size, Grandma had kept them almost perky with wearing thick supportive bras.
I couldn’t help but stay a little longer to take a peek. Grandma’s belly wasn’t all too bad, much flatter and thinner than I had expected. And was I sure surprised to see her panties riding up, but the bed sheets were covering just enough to block my view of her crotch. Not hesitating, I tiptoed over and pulled the bed sheets up; my god, even through her underwear I see that Grandma didn’t shave at all. Grandma tossed a little bit as I pulled the sheets up to cover her.
“Hi, sweetie.”
“Oh, hi Grandma. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
“No, that’s ok, I needed to get up anyways,” Grandma said, climbing out of her bed. She was always open about her body, in the mornings sometimes she wouldn't bother to cover herself when she walked to the bathroom.
“Today is hot! And mom made me mow the lawn in this sun too,” I said, staring at Grandma as she stretched her arms out and yawned infront of me.
“Aww.. poor baby. But it’s still nice to see that you came over to visit your dear old grandmother,” she spoke, leaning over to give me a peck on the cheek and a warm hug. I hadn’t noticed, but I was hard as a rock and my erection poked her belly as we embraced.
