I was raised calling her Grandma Julie. I was adopted when I was a baby and my foster dad left shortly after that. I guess he didn't want a son, I don't know. Anyway, Mom had to get a job and I was pretty much raised by my adoptive grandparents. With her frequent boyfriends and her job, Mom sent me over to my grandparent's house several times a week, and I spent an awful lot of time there. I guess it was really good that their house was only four doors down the block. Plus, we lived just outside Tampa and the weather made it really easy to spend a lot of time in their pool.
So I kind of grew up there. And I was very lucky that they allowed me to bring my friends over to enjoy their large pool. As in so many Florida homes, most of the back yard was taken up by the pool. There was, of course, a large area between the pool and the house where people could sit in chairs or lounges to improve their tans, and my grandmother would often take advantage of that area to sun herself while my friends and I enjoyed the pool.
And we were always distracted by her tanning efforts.
My grandmother always wore a bikini when the guys were around. It was a typical bikini and not a thong, but it was still a bikini. Grandma Julie was slender and petite, but with boobs a little larger than would be expected with such a petite body. Her face was beautiful and her body was sexy, and my buddies would often make comments about wanting to fuck her. I would always try to stop those comments, but only because I agreed. And there were many boners in that pool over the years, all because of her.
My grandfather would often make jokes about Grandma Julie teasing the teenage boys and she would sometimes respond with a grin.
"If I wore a potato sack, teenage boys would still be distracted. Most of them would get hard if a slight wind blew past their dicks. So it really doesn't matter what I wear, or even if I wear nothing at all. Beside, you love hearing their comments, Jim. And you love seeing those teenagers get turned on by your wife." And her comments would usually get laughs from both of them. Plus, when the guys left, I would watch my grandparents disappear into their bedroom, and I would hear the noises from their lovemaking for quite some time. My grandparents were sexually active, and the guys reacting to her bikinis helped.
And then my grandfather died. It was a massive stroke combined with a heart attack and, one afternoon he seemed fine and that evening he was gone. And it affected all of us powerfully. He was loved by my mother and by me. But most of all, he was loved by his surviving wife. Grandma Julie sobbed for two days and then moped around the house for two more months. She never left the house, she never entertained friends, and she never smiled. Going to Grandma Julie's house was not fun any more.
For a while, I would go over there and stay in my room, usually on my computer watching movies or watching porn. I would heat up the microwave dinners that my mother would pick up from the store once a week, but Grandma Julie would eat in her room by herself.
But slowly, she began to recover. After about nine months, she was back to eating meals with me. She even started to shop for groceries, picking up food that she would actually cook for us. And after more than a year, she was back to her usual self.
"Honey, what do you want for..." My grandmother stood in the doorway to my bedroom frozen, her mouth open but not working. She had burst into my room and caught me with my dick in my hand, beating off to a porn video I was watching on my laptop. I tried to cover up but I had nothing to cover up with. My bed was made up and I was laying on top of it, and I had tossed my clothes on the floor next to the bed when I got started. So I lay there, my back propped against the wall and my seven inches of hard cock in my hand, just as frozen as she was. And then both of us became unfrozen at the same instant.
"Oh, shit, Grandma. Don't you knock?" I still had nothing to cover up with so that comment seemed to jump out with no thought.
"Oh, I am so sorry, Robby. I should have knocked." But after we made our opening apologies, she still stood in my doorway staring at my hard-on and I was still stroking away. The noises of sex came from my laptop, making the situation even more weird.
Grandma Julie had burst into my room wearing her usual bikini with a towel thrown over her shoulder. Seeing me stoking my dick, she quickly pulled the towel off her shoulder and walked over to the bed, draping the towel over my crotch. I briefly wondered why she didn't just walk out of the room and close the door, but my thoughts were quickly dismissed by the view she gave me. As she bent over to cover me with her towel, I was given an awesome view down her bikini top. I saw more than just cleavage, I saw her right nipple. I knew that Grandma Julie was a D-Cup because I had seen a bra in the laundry and I peeked at the label. And I knew that she didn't droop as much as many women her age because she often wore no bra under her blouses and I would watch her bounce and sway as she moved around the house. But her small bikini top was stretched to the max and just couldn't cover her right tit as she leaned over my bed to cover me with her towel. It simply popped out and hung free less than six inches from my face. And I was thrilled over the fact that her boob remained outside her bikini top as she sat down next to me on my bed. The view was so exciting that I came without warning. The towel stopped me from soaking both of us in cum, but it did nothing to stifle my cries from the release. I had, of course, grabbed my dick through the towel, making it even more obvious what had just happened. Grandma Julie looked into my eyes and said nothing, making no move to get off my bed and leave the room.
After several seconds, she gently smiled at me and spoke.
"Honey, what just happened is normal and natural. Boys masturbate. Hell, even girls masturbate. That is part of life. Don't you have a girlfriend who can help you with that? It is always more fun to cum with a partner." She paused to give me a sexy grin and my eyes dropped to her exposed boob again. Without thinking, I blurted out the thought in my mind.
"No, I only have you." I was immediately embarrassed but I couldn't control my eyes, and they were still staring at that awesome tit just inches away.
"What do you mean, Bobby?" I guess she finally saw my eyes and she looked down to see what I was staring at. Then she, too, stared at her boob for a couple of seconds.
"Oh, damn. I seem to be having a wardrobe malfunction." Her words almost sounded contrived but she made no move to cover up. Finally she looked into my eyes and spoke.
"Bobbie, did I cause that? Did you cum because I flashed my boob at you and let you see my nipple?" She had a teasing grin on her face but I didn't see it because I was still staring at that wonderful tit. The sounds of sex coming from my laptop interrupted my view and I looked at the video on my screen. Grandma Julie reached for my laptop and rotated it so she could see the screen. She gave a quiet gasp as she watched the video with me. And she watched it for several seconds.
The video was one of my favorites. It showed a very sexy grandmother sucking off her grandson. Over the last couple of years, more and more of the porn I watched showed older women and younger men or teenagers. And more and more of my masturbation fantasies involved my Grandma. I was consumed with my Grandma and with having sex with her. And now she was watching one of my favorite videos that involved just that.
Grandma Julie continued watching the video for several more seconds, long enough for the teenager in the video to cum all over the grandmother's face. And it was a lot of cum. She said nothing and still made no move to cover up. She just stared at the video. Finally the video ended with a close-up of the huge cum load on the older woman's face. Grandma Julie slowly reached over and closed my laptop.
"Oh, my, that was exciting, wasn't it?" I suddenly noticed that she was breathing hard and her half-naked chest showed a pinkish tinge. Then she continued.
"She was a very sexy grandmother, wasn't she?" Grandma Julie was looking into my eyes and I was staring at her tit. After a couple of seconds I had to reply.
"She was not as sexy as you." Suddenly, it was me who was turning colors and just as suddenly, I realized I was hard again. The towel had raised off my lap and seemed to be suspended six inches above my lap. Grandma Julie looked at my blush, and then she looked at the rising towel, and finally she looked down at her exposed boob. She cleared her throat, hesitating, and then asked me a question.
"Do you really think I am sexy?" She seemed hesitant and almost embarrassed to ask the question. I grinned for a second and then pulled the towel off my lap. My dick stood at full mast and there was a large puddle of cum in my pubic hair.
"Can't you tell?" I was both proud and horrified that I bared my dick to her eyes. I half expected her to scream and run from the room. But she said nothing and made no move as she stared at my prick. Slowly, as if in a trance, she reached down and stuck her index finger in the pool of cum, moving it in a small circle. Then, just as slowly, she raised that finger and inserted it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and quietly moaned. Then without warning she almost jumped off the bed and left the room, without covering her boob and without closing the door. I had no idea what to make of her abrupt exit, so I shrugged my shoulders and went back to the video and back to stroking my dick. And I left the door open like she had, almost hoping that she would return. But she didn't.
I didn't see Grandma Julie all the next day. She stayed in her room until I heard the noise of her fixing lunch. Then silence returned to the house. That evening, I was sitting at the breakfast counter in the kitchen enjoying a sweet and sour pork microwave dinner when Grandma Julie walked into the kitchen. She wore a nice and slightly sexy dress and her face was made up, obviously ready for a date. Grandma Julie had started dating again, if you can call two dates over two years "dating again."
"Grandma Julie, you look beautiful! And..." I hesitated because I wasn't sure if I wanted to finish.
