"Nice," I sighed as I looked at the little old lady puttering around in the backyard, blissfully unaware that I was watching her so intently, and even if she was aware of my staring I'm fairly sure she had no idea what thoughts were going through her favorite grandson's head.
It was a warm day, and the little blonde had decided to take off the shirt she was wearing and had tied it around her waist. The wardrobe change was an improvement, because the tank top she was wearing showed off her incredible assets so much better than the loose shirt had.
"What a pair of tits!" I said to the empty kitchen as I stared at the massive mammaries wiggling around under the pink tank-top, barely contained by the bra she was wearing.
"Too hot for a bra, Grandma. Think how much more comfortable you would be without it," I suggested to myself, and the mention of the word Grandma excited me, even though I knew how perverted it was for me to be mentally undressing my mother's mother like I was.
It was also sick to think that I knew what size bra my grandmother wore, which happened to be a 32D, a tribute to her petite frame as well as her large bosom. You didn't see that size in many of the J.C. Penney catalogues I spent my wonder years drooling over, and neither did you hear the word "bosom" much anymore either.
It was a word that I remember my mom using once when she was talking to Grandma about some dress she wanted to by, and when Grandma told her she should buy it I recall my Mom saying she would if she had Grandma's bosom. I guess Mom didn't get the tit genes passed down to her, because she's flat-chested.
Not Grandma though. Her tits seem to get bigger all the time, and now in the yard those babies looked amazing, especially when you looked at the petite frame they were attached to. Grandma's legs were slender and her butt was small, she had no wait and her arms were lean and supple, but oh man, those breasts!
I was supposed to be helping my grandmother get ready for summer by putting the screens in the windows, but I figured I deserved a break, and what better way was there to pass the time than checking out my grandmother.
Grandma had been picking up around the back yard, gathering up the things that had blown back there during the winter, and when she looked up and saw me she smiled and waved to me.
"Hi Grandma," I mouthed to her as I returned the wave with my left hand, since my right one was occupied.
I nodded as Grandma wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, dramatically indicating that it was warm out there. It's hot in here too Grandma, I wanted to say as I looked at the glistening moistness of her underarm and the faint peach fuzz that coated the pale hollow, and I suddenly became aware that I needed to stop pulling on my cock through my shorts or else something nasty was going to happen.
"Back to work," I said, ending my conversation with myself and grabbing the next screen.
This was a ritual that I had been doing for a number of years, since Grandpa passed away. Each spring I would come out and help my grandmother get the old farmhouse ready for summer. Putting in screen windows, taking the storm windows out and bringing her patio furniture out from the shed - things like that.
Come fall I would do the opposite to get her set for the long cold winter. I didn't mind doing it for a number of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that I loved her, but I admit that there was a sexual attraction that I first attributed to typical teenage lust.
I'm almost 19, so I still qualify as a teenager, but I'm no kid. Strangely enough, I'm not that interested in girls my age. Older women always turned me on, and maybe it's because they seem to be attracted to me. I've got a baby face, with dimples and long blonde hair that people say makes me look like the kid that played Dennis the Menace on an old TV show.
I'm Jordan Wilson...
My name is Jordan Wilson, and will be attending our local Community College in the fall. Nothing remarkable about me academically, and as far as sports go, my only accomplishment is riding the bench on the soccer team. I'm 5'8" and about 135 pounds soaking wet, so while I guess I'm considered attractive looking, with one exception I'm rather nondescript.
I do fairly well with the opposite sex, although I could do a lot better if I wanted to. The thing is, I find myself more attracted to older women, and as far as I'm concerned, if they are attractive, there's no such thing as too old.
There's something about getting your cheek patted and being fussed over that really excited me. I know that it really bugs some guys when older folks do that to them, but not me. I love the attention and the physical contact.
I have a friend who was all excited a while ago because he had gotten hold of some X-rated movies. He stayed over at my place and we watched them in the bedroom at a low volume. One of them was about this woman who ended up fucking her son, and even though I knew they were actors the idea was exciting.
"Man, no offense but I would do your Mom in a second," Todd said while we watched this big titted woman suck on her son's cock. "You ever think about that?"
"No," I lied, and I felt uncomfortable about talking about this with Todd, for a reason I will get to shortly.
"You should just show her your cock," Todd suggested. "Yours is as big as that dude's is. Maybe bigger."
Truth be told, I had "accidentally" exposed myself to my mother a couple of times, and while she did a double-take the first time, she did not attack me or anything, and actually seemed a bit scared of it.
What made me uncomfortable about this talk of fucking our mothers was not because I would have loved to have screwed my Mom. The problem was that the woman that took my virginity was HIS mother, and what brought it on was showing Mrs. Baylor my cock.
It was unintentional, at least at my end. I was swimming at Todd's house and was changing into my swimwear. The door popped open and there I was with my cock flopping around while I stepped into my trunks.
Betty Baylor did more than a double take. She just stood and stared at me until I got my trunks up, and then she called my house the next day, asking me if I could come over to help her do something.
She was all over me the moment I stepped inside, and me telling her that I was a virgin only seemed to inflame her. I was probably pretty bad at first, but by the time I staggered out the door hours later I was considerably better. Maybe it was because she was a divorcee, or maybe she just had a thing for big cocks. Either way was fine by me.
What that did was to make me feel a little creepy about talking to Todd about stuff like this. He would probably freak out if he ever found out that I screwed his mother. I think it might bother me if the situation was reversed, even though I consider myself enlightened in that regard.
After seeing Betty Baylor's reaction to seeing my stuff, I learned a couple of things. One thing was that I'm very well-endowed. That wasn't really news to me, since I had noticed the looks I got from the guys in the locker room. I guess what makes me look even bigger is that the rest of me is so scrawny. Put my 9" on a big guy and it wouldn't seem all that out of the ordinary.
The second thing I learned was that seeing Todd's mother's reaction turned me on. I'm not what you would call an extrovert by any means, but I have to admit that I enjoyed the looks I would get from other people, even guys, although I don't go that way. It's not like anybody ever oohed and aahed over my grades or goal scoring ability.
As the day went on...
The last room that I put the screen in was my grandmother's bedroom, and she was in there with me, helping keep the curtains out of my way as I removed the storm windows. Grandma still smelled nice to me as we worked in close quarters, and I did my best not to stare at her chest while working around her.
"Where would I be without my Jordan?" Grandma said, as I finished up, giving me a pat on the rear as I walked past her.
"New TV?" I asked when I saw what looked like a new set on the stand in the corner.
"I splurged a little," Grandma said of the small flat screen set, and when I looked to see what brand it was I noticed that there was a VCR hooked up to it.
"What's this?" I asked when I saw a couple of video tapes on the shelf below.
"Oh nothing nothing," Grandma huffed, talking them out of my hands and easing me out of the room while she blushed.
"Grandma!" I said, enjoying the look on her face as her pink face turned red.
"Your grandfather's things!" she said, dismissing what I had seen as being her husband's.
