I was always really close with my Grandma. She was so lovely and nice to me growing up. She showed me more care and affection than my siblings and cousins, and as I got older and entered my anxiety ridden teen years, she was there for me with guidance, support and a warm joke.
I grew up on a 1,500 hectare farm in rural Wyoming, my Grandparents lived in a house my parents built for them to retire to at the back of the farm next to a seasonal river, for privacy and comfort.
My Grandmother kept a vegetable garden and knitted and baked, my Grandfather would help dad on the farm or would sleep alot. They were typical grandparents. My Grandfather got cancer as the years progressed, and he died, leaving my Grandmother alone in the house surrounded by fields and forest.
One day when I was back at home from College, my mother came to my room.
"Jacob, your Grandmother asked me if you'd like to move your things into her house down by the river, she's so lonely down there and needs a man around the house to help her maintain the place.....just while you're home from College......You know how fond she is of you!".
"Errr, if you want me to mom......does she have internet there?".... "Yes she does, she has everything you need... She'll cook and bake for you and probably do your laundry! But you have to help her with whatever she needs and be a good Grandson, okay?".... "Yes of course, if she wants me to", I replied casually.
The next day I packed my stuff and drove it down to my Grandmas house at the back of the property, the drive taking about 15 minutes trekking across a windy dirt road through rugged territory and thick forest, finally arriving at my Grandmas tidy house by the river. I found her outside hanging up washing as I parked my truck in the open bay shed next to the house.
"Jacob my love, thanks for coming down....I know its further from the Highway and town but I have alot of work I need you to help me with, since your Grandpa passed away". She looked sad but also happy to see me and have some new company.
My Grandmother is a plump and curvy redhead. I remember seeing pictures of her when she was younger, back in the 70's. Her and my Grandfather were hippy "back to the land" types, I even found a picture of her smoking marijuana in a circle with her friends at College. She was skinny and petite, and as she got older she's put on weight in all the right places. Curvy legs, curvy hips and large natural breasts, with her red hair kept shoulder length showing off her earrings. She always wore open dresses and skirts, the odd calico dress, and sometimes wore jeans if helping on the farm, which really showed off her hips and ass. I always thought she was an attractive woman, but never saw her in a sexual light, that would be wrong, she's my Grandma!
I settled into her house quickly, she helped me unpack my truck. She gave me the spare bedroom in her 2 bedroom house, right next to hers she used to share with my Grandpa. Everything was tidy and neat, she loved the rustic look but had the odd hippy paraphernalia here and there, including a picture of herself meeting with an Indian tribesman somewhere in Colorado during the 80's.
The next week was spent helping Grandma with her house. We painted walls, fixed fences, I repaired a hole in the roof, removed birds nests, and helped her with her truck. When we were working in her vegetable garden, she came outside wearing a tight tank top and cotton shorts, and as she bent over in front of me to trowel the dirt I could see right up her shorts to her pussy. She wasn't wearing underwear!
I could make out a small but thick bush nestled between her plump cheeks as she worked on her hands and knees with the trowel. I don't know if she caught me looking, but my pants began to stir and I had to excuse myself to go to the toilet. I sat on the toilet for 10 minutes waiting for my erection to go down before I could go back outside. It was a weird feeling, I was realising that I was attracted to my Grandmother.
"So how's your girlfriend, Andrea. Have you been seeing her much over the break?" My Grandma asked me as we sat down in the evening together to watch TV. "Oh, we broke up" I replied, looking alittle sad. "The distance was too much, besides I enjoy being single". My Grandma gave me a mischievous grin and said. "You're a young man, you should be really enjoying it while you can. Alot of young girls, and older ones, would love a good fuck from time to time"....I was shocked. My Grandma wasn't a saint and had been pretty loose with our conversations over the years, but she had never swore like that. She just casually watched the TV and sipped on a glass of wine. She noticed my shock and laughed, "Oh Jacob, if you're shocked by that you're going to have to get used to afew things living with me".
"Like what Grandma?" I asked inquisitively. She smiled at me and rose from the her seat. She disappeared into her kitchen and came back with a large glass jar filled with green Marijuana nuggets. She had rolling papers and a lighter.
"I'm sure you College kids still smoke pot?" She asked as she sat back down on the couch next to me, sipped her wine, and began to roll a big fat joint.
Now, I love marijuana. At college me and my buddies would smoke most evenings, but I would NEVER have guessed my Grandma was a secret stoner.
"Oh don't look so shocked!" She said, laughing. "I used to smoke with your Grandpa, it helped with his cancer. Besides, there's nothing much else to do out here, the country can be boring, especially during winter. Nothing warms you up quite like a joint and a wine in front of the fire place".
