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For as long as I can remember, my grandmother Linda has always been stubborn. This has only become more apparent the older she's got. She lives in a house with 3 sets of stairs, one to the garage, one to the bedrooms upstairs, and one to the basement. The older she's gotten, the more my parents worry about her possibly falling down the stairs, and due to her stubbornness growing, she refuses to receive help, not to mention how she loses her composure whenever "a home" is brought up.
This all changed when she did fall. It wasn't bad, however. She gained a few bruises and scrapes but nothing serious. This is where I come in.
After her fall, she caved and accepted help from my parents. However, she didn't want just any person coming to help her. I was the youngest of all my siblings, and because of that, I was chosen and wasn't given an option.
I had just finished my freshman year of college and didn't have any plans for the summer. Looking back on it, it kind of sounded nice, living with a person who wasn't a parent of mine. I just put up a little resistance because how much fun can someone really have with someone so old?
After over an hour of discussing it with my parents, I finally said yes. I'd leave to be with my grandmother for the summer. I packed all my things up and took the five-hour drive over to my grandmother's house in Iowa.
It was the early evening when I arrived at her house. I pulled up in her driveway and she met me with a hug a few seconds after I got out of my car.
"Good Lord boy, you have gotten big! How long has it been?" She said, still hugging me.
"The last time I saw you was when I was a sophomore in high school, grandma," I said.
"Well, you have gotten so much bigger! It seems that you young men get bigger every day. Do you need any help with your bags?" She asked.
"I don't need any help, and plus, I wouldn't want you to get any more hurt, Grandma," I said.
"You sound like your father Johnny. I can handle a lot. " She said stubbornly.
I reluctantly let her help me with my bags. Always ready to catch her in case something happened. She led me to a guest room at the opposite end of the hall as hers.
"Here you go kiddo, this is where you'll be staying." She said while putting down a bag of mine.
"Thank you, grandma. I'll get some of my things settled before dinner." I said.
"Very well then, I'll let you know when the shepherd's pie is finished." She said before leaving the room.
I dealt with all my clothes, organizing them in the drawers in the room before I heard her calling me.
"Dinner is served. I know how you always like my shepherd's pie, Johnny." She said as I sat at the table.
"It's only time where I can enjoy sweet potato, grandma," I said.
"That's the only thing you're picky about, isn't it? It's a good thing I can make a dish so good with something you don't like." She paused, "It's been a long time since I've been in this house with only one other person Johnny. I'm glad you're here."
"Don't mention it, grandma. I'd love to help you out in any way I can." I said, finishing dinner.
"Well in that case, why don't you clean the dishes for me Johnny?" She asked, smiling.
"I can do that grandma," I said.
I washed the dishes while she watched the nightly news. Once I had finished cleaning all the dishes and had put them away I sat down next to her. We watched the local news together for the next 20 minutes. Once the news ended I got up, told grandma I was tired after the long drive today, and was going upstairs.
"Good night Johnny." She said as I left the room.
"Good night grandma," I responded.
I spent the next few minutes grabbing my toiletries and doing my nightly routine in the bathroom before laying down on the mattress and falling asleep.
I must've drank too much water at dinner because I woke up around an hour later feeling like I was going to piss on the bed. I quickly and quietly rushed to the bathroom opposite my room. I tried my best to quietly relieve my bladder.
Leaving the bathroom I heard a noise coming from the opposite side of the hall, where my grandmother slept. I heard a groan. Thinking the groan could be pain that she was still dealing with after the fall, I went over to check on her.
I want to say that before this moment I had never sexually seen my grandmother, not even when I was a super horny high schooler. But when I looked and saw that my grandmother Linda was on her bed fingering herself something inside me changed. Her hairy pussy, large thighs, and B-cup breasts were all on display for me to see.
"Oh, Johnny..." She moaned.
That caused me to almost jump where I was standing, I couldn't tell if she could see me or was just moaning my name. Both caused a slight shiver to be sent down my spine.
