I will always remember my own "Summer of 71" story. My grandpa had died the previous summer and now my grandma had this huge garden that she was trying to keep going and my mom said it was over her head. It wasn't a farm or anything but it was a two acre garden and they had sold their veggies at the farmers market for years.
Now "Granny" as we always called her was in pretty good shape for a 66 year old woman. That garden work was partially responsible for that, so her 5'8" frame didn't have any fat on it, just muscle. Personally I think she could have managed that garden all by herself but mom said she was lonely for company as well, and as I found out a bit later she was lonely for a few other things as well.
She lived about an hour and a half from my mom, (who was divorced) and so they, and I must emphasize "They" came up with this plan that as soon as my classes finished that I would go stay with granny for the summer, help with the garden, and mom would come up on weekends after she finished at work and help as well. I think her thinking was that granny was still getting used to living alone and having some family there would help her adjust.
Also granny had some money so she could pay me handsomely to offset my college expenses which my mom also loved, (hell she actually paid for my college).
The garden was well kept in the past so there wasn't a "breaking ground" type of work, just weeding, moving dirt around, planting, fertilizing and watering but I was still pretty damn beat after my first day working. Granny smiled as she watched me peel off my shirt saying I was going to shower and she said, "Good Sam. I like a fresh clean man at my table. Dinner will be ready in about 45 minutes."
I went upstairs, stripped and went into the bathroom. Now this was an old refurbished farmhouse and the bathroom was between the two bedrooms. Someone had put adjoining doors from both bedrooms into the bathroom and it was the only bathroom in the house. Granny had come in before me and had already showered. As I went into the bathroom I saw her bedroom door open and as I went to close it I saw all her clothes lying in a pile on the floor and right next to that pile was the item of clothing that she had taken off last. There, right in front of me, sat these low cut pink lace panties that had been worn just a half hour before and the crotch was still wet and drying with a light coat of whiteness on them. I stared at them for about 10 seconds, closed my eyes and pulled the door shut and took my shower.
Dinner was fantastic and revived me a bit from my fatigue. Afterwards we watched a movie had some wine and as it got later we then got ready to retire for the night. Granny seemed really happy and as we said goodnight she hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek. She said it was so nice having me there. My only problem that I could feel her breasts poking into my chest because she hugged me so tight and my not having been laid in awhile, well my hormones were, as a 19 year old guys hormones should be. Yes, I had a stiff hard cock. And, yes, I did go to bed and beat my cock into a frenzy before I exploded all over my chest, and then fell into a nice deep sleep.
At 5:30 there was a knock at my door and granny poked her head in and said, "Time to wake up. Breakfast is ready in 10 minutes."
And then she saw the 2 wads of Kleenex that I had wiped my cum onto the night before on the floor, walked in picked them up and asked, "Are you having some allergy problems dear?"
I lay there still half asleep, stunned and speechless. My granny was holding my cum soaked Kleenex in her hand. Now I don't know about anyone else but I do know myself, and a cum soaked Kleenex holding a three day load of cum is nothing like a snotty Kleenex. When the cum dries it becomes stiff whereas a runny nose does not, and that is not even mentioning that my covers were down to my waist and there was dried cum still on my chest.
Granny looked at me, and then looked at my chest. Her eyelids raised up and a knowing look appeared on her face. She spun around and as she walked out she said, "That's ok. I'll throw these away for you. Now get your butt up right now, your eggs are almost done.
I laid there thinking, "Oh my God, she knows, she knows.
I got up, hurriedly dressed and headed down to breakfast. Granny was humming and seemed happy as she said, "Sit, sit," and handed my a plate of three eggs and toast and sausage to boot. After eating I got up to put my plate in the sink and there in the garbage was my Kleenex, but they were all pulled apart like someone had been examining them. Fuck me, she did know.
And as I stared down at them granny's hands closed around my waist and squeezed, and then she kissed the back of my neck and whispered into my ear, "It is so nice having you here Sam. If there is ANYTHING I can do to repay you please just ask. I just loved cooking breakfast for a man again."
I had been here less than a day and I'd seen her soiled panties, she knew that I had jacked off in the room next to her, and she was kissing the back of my neck and when she said, "If there is anything I can do to repay you," she had put kind of an emphasis on the word ANYTHING.
She worked me like a circus monkey that second day hauling dirt and fertilizer and I was bushed when she said she was going to shower and then cook us dinner. She said when I finished what I was doing I should follow. As I watched her walking away I swear her ass was wiggling more than the day before. Was it her? Or was it me?
It took me a good forty five minutes to finish up and when I walked in it smelled like pure heaven. Whatever she was cooking I wanted it and seconds to boot. She smiled when I walked in and told me once again how nice it was that I was there. And then as I walked by heading up the stairs she smacked my bottom and said, "Yes Sam, you are all man, you remind me of Bob so much," (her late husband and my grandpa).
I went up got undressed and walked into the bathroom. Once again she had left her door open and as I reached to close it I saw, once again, her soiled clothes. And there, once again, were her panties alone next to the pile and just like the last time it was like she just pulled them down and stepped out of them with the inside of the crotch right on top. And as my perverted eyes beheld the scene I saw, and said to myself, "Fuck me, the crotch is wet and it is a thong. My grandma wears a fucking thong?"
With my heart pounding and my cock rock hard I closed the door and thought to myself, "You fucking perv. getting a boner over your grandma's panties. What the fuck is wrong with you Sam?" That night I tried getting some control of myself when I did not let myself jack off, (because we all know who I would have been thinking about).
I tried my best to put it out of my head as I showered but that sight of the wet thong would not leave me.
We had another fabulous dinner. Granny picked out the movie for the night and I must say it was a little spicy. An "R" rated love movie that actually showed some T & A. Good movie though, especially after we drank that bottle of wine.
After the movie she got up and walked into the basement. About two minutes later she walked back up holding a wicker laundry basket and said, "Now that there are two of us I'll put this in the bathroom for our dirties, (as she called them.)