I was not having a good summer. it was back in the 80's and I was 19 years old and trapped with my Grandparents in a small Alabama town. It had been tradition for me to spend a couple of weeks with them over the summer, but over the years they had grown more religious and I had grown more rebellious. And what had once been a stereotypical fun Grandparents and grandkid summer had become us barely tolerating each other and saying as little as possible.
Granddad worked at a shop that installed vinyl tops on cars. It was a fading industry, but he did alright as every auto garage in the area sent their work to him. Grandma, my step grandma to be precise, worked at the auto plant 4 days a week, and went to church pretty much every other day. They lived in a sprawling suburban ranch house, with a garden in the huge backyard. The garden was my main chore over the summer. Seeing as I knew no-one in the neighborhood, at least it was something to do.
I'd switch off going with Grandad to his work, or staying home and tend the garden and anything else I could do to keep from going insane. When Grandma Jolene was home, she mostly did Church stuff like Bible Study with her friends. Aside from work, church was all she seemed to do. I wondered if she worked out, as she was fit as hell, even if you couldn't tell much by all that conservative Baptist fashion choices she tortured herself with. She was a little younger that my Grandad, and was from the back woods country up near Tennessee. She laughingly called herself a HillBilly, but bridled with anger if anyone else called her that. She also said she had some Cherokee in her family, and looking at her prominent features, I could see it.
This summer she acted kind of strange around me, and I wasn't sure why. Sure, I was asserting myself more, refusing to do certain things and making intelligent arguments instead of childish tantrums., and that probably surprised her. She had never had kids of her own and my recent growth of self confidence had taken her aback, and as I did more for myself now she had to adjust to the fact I was a grown up. That was easy to deal with. But It started getting outright weird after I found this book in my nightstand.
It was a porn novel, a trashy little thing about bikers and innocent schoolgirls. Being the age before the internet, it was the only porn I had, so I jacked off to it of course. But I was wondering, whose was it? How did it get in my nightstand? Grandma Jolene was a scrupulous housecleaner and everything had it's place. One day I had came into my room to find Jolene looking around my night stand. I asked her what she was looking for. She she seemed startled, blushed and said something about her reading glasses and scrambled out. The book was under my mattress, or I guess I should say her book.
I followed her out the door and watched her walk down the short hall, and I was seeing her in a very different light. Her wide hips were swaying enticingly. Shit, was I that bored? Was I going truly nuts? Am I staring at my Grandma's ass? I shook my head, and walked after her. She had wound up in the kitchen, and was washing dishes, unaware that i was watching her from the door. Her calf length blue skirt was just tight enough in the hips to accentuate her round ass, and though her loose shirt and vest revealed little, my practiced teen age boy eyes could spy some full round tits in there. Her hair was barely grey, and it was swept up in a bun showing off a handsome neck and pretty face. Holy shit, Grandma Jolene was truly hot! I no longer felt like a creep for ogling her ass and tits, as the Bro Code forgave everything for the sake of a good fuck with a hottie. And she was just a Step Grandma anyway! The summer just got interesting.
In the days to come I pretended to be oblivious, but started to try all those little flirty tricks that had been used on me by girls. When working on the garden, I went shirtless and rinsed off my young chest and stomach in full view of her while she sat inside trying to read the bible. I paraded through the house dressed only in towels or my briefs, acting surprised when she would come across me. When she complained about my parading about in my skivvies, I acted innocent and blew her off.
One day I pushed it a little farther when her Bible study group was meeting in the front room. I put on nothing but a towel walked in on the four ladies discussing Galatians.
"Hey Jolene where is the . . . Oh! My Goodness, I'm so sorry ladies, I forgot you were having Bible Study!" I could feel the eyes of the women glance all over me. The towel I was using was the shortest one I could find, and it showed off my muscular thighs and was dangerously close to showing much more in a Biblical sense. Two of the ladies blushed immediately, the other two kept their composure, but still drank me in. Jolene rose up right away.
"Jake, I know I told you not to walk around the house undressed like that." She was trying hard to keep cool, smiling at the ladies. But then she noticed them looking at me, and her face tightened up. She grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me from the room.
"Let's get you taken care of, Jake." Her tone was saccharine sweet, but her anger was evident. She pulled me into a side room and closed the door and then hissed at me angrily.
"Young man, what do you think you're doing?"
"I was just taking a shower. What's the big deal?"
"Don't be smart with me. You do not flaunt your nakedness when we have company. I can't believe I even have to tell you this."
"Oh come on, Jolene, I think you are going way overboard on this." I then gestured wildly, deliberately causing my towel to fall to the floor, revealing my semi hard prick. I had a cock with a good length, but the girls who had fucked me had praised my girth as well. Jolene's eye dropped to my crotch, and she stammered a bit while registering what she was seeing.
"Oh shit, sorry!" I said picking up the towel. " I guess you were right. Accidents happen, and I could've really embarrassed you."
She was dead silent for second, and then she tore her eyes from my crotch and looked me square in the eyes.
"We do not swear in this household." Was all she said as she left the room. Jake smiled and lurked around a corner while eavesdropping on the results of his visit. Rhonda, the chubby blonde of the Bible study was talking.
"Jake has certainly grown, Jolene. You must be under some pressure to keep him occupied."
"The tendency towards sin is great in the young." Said a fussy slender Miss Cratchkiss, though her blue eyes had stared the longest on Jakes' body.
"We must always be vigilant against sin, Sister Cratchkiss, all of us.", said Jolene as she sat down and resumed the Bible study.
That night I was up late at the kitchen table, as usual working on some writing projects. I could hear my Grandfather snoring away. He was so loud the only way Jolene could stand it was to wear industrial strength earplugs. When I sat in the kitchen I only used the side light, so when Jolene came into the near dark kitchen, she couldn't see me sitting in the far corner. She was wearing a robe that was only loosely tied, so it showed off a healthy bit of cleavage, giving me my first glimpse of what I now knew where lovely, full breasts. The half opened robe also showed she was wearing black panties, low cut and sexy- no granny panties on this granny- and her shapely legs had no trace of her age on them. My dick got hard right away as I realized she had no idea I was there.
"Damn old man, snoring like the devil. Even with the damn 'plugs I can feel that damn snoring through two damn cornfields and one damn silo." Jolene muttered to herself She was completely un-self-conscious as she poured herself glass of water. She walked around the kitchen, quietly ranting and shaking her hips and arms childishly, like one does when you think you're alone. It showed off her figure even more, providing me with plenty of flashes of thighs, panties and tits. After drinking the glass of water, Jolene turned to leave and then her eyes fell on Jake. She jumped and clasped her hand to her mouth.
"Oh! Saint Joseph, boy! You scared me!" She took the 'plugs out of her ears. "Why are you hiding in here?"
