,i>The love between Family members is one of the strongest loves there is. This is a story of a young man's love for his Grandma. I hope you like it and will appreciate your feedback.
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You might think it strange, that at 21 years old, I was still living with my grandmother. But to tell you the truth, I really couldn't see myself living anywhere else at this time. You see, my mom couldn't take care of me, so I was given over to my Grandmother to raise. And she raised me as if I were her son instead of her grandson.
Grandma Amelia, isn't one of those drop dead, gorgeous, young looking older women you want to fuck! She is not at all bad looking for a woman who is 60. She has skin the color of light chocolate, black hair that has bits of grey scattered throughout it, a pretty face and killer smile. No! she doesn't have tits you want to drool over! In fact, she does have a big pair, but when she goes without a bra, they hang down. You know the kind I mean, she smothers you with them when she hugs you to her. Well, she used to! Now I am taller than she is.
I never called her grandmother, granny, nana or any of those other names people call their grandparents. I always called her Grandma. Growing up with grandma was cool! She could be old and wise when she was giving you advise or lecturing you for something you did wrong. But she could also be playful and childlike when she wanted to be. It was during one of those times, that this whole thing started.
You see, after dinner, we would always share kitchen duties. Sometimes I would wash, while she would dry and put the dishes up. Other times it was the other way around. And we always seemed to start playing when we were doing some kind of housework together. Sometimes when I would be washing the dishes, I would use the sprayer and squirt her with it. She would sometimes do the same thing to me. Or maybe we would snap each other with the dish towel. It was her snapping me with the towel that started it all.
I was standing with my front facing the sink as I washed the dishes. I had asked her a question and she didn't answer me. I should have known something was up. But dumb old me, decided to turn to ask her again. As I did, she snapped the towel at my leg. Only I had turned so much that the tip of the towel landed right on my dick.
I let out a howl, then crumpled to my knees. The pain felt like someone had put a grenade in my pants and it had exploded. Grandma looked at me in shock. Then she rushed to my side. "Oh Randy! Oh baby, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you there!" She helped me get to my feet and held me as I hobbled to the couch.
I was seeing stars! The pain was unbelievable! I could feel tears falling down my face. Grandma looked so scared. She jumped up and ran to the kitchen. Coming back, she pulled my shorts down and placed a towel filled with ice right on my dick. That didn't help at all! And all the time, she kept telling me how sorry she was.
I croaked out that it was an accident. I know she didn't mean it. but I swear she was almost in tears herself. "What can grandma do to make it better?" That started it! I began to giggle. Grandma looked at me and my giggle turned into a laugh. She looked even more puzzled and I began to laugh almost hysterically. I turned and a stab of pain hit me. That, made me laugh even more!
"Randy! What in the devil is so funny?" The look on her face was priceless! I was soon howling. I could see that she was getting angry. I tried to talk but started laughing all over again. She drew back the towel that was still in her hands. "I bet if I popped you again you would stop laughing, young man!"
I clasped my hands over my groin and laughed all the harder. When I was able to calm down a bit, she was gone. I had hurt her feelings. I tried to get up but a pan shot through my dick and I flopped back down, gulping in air. Grandma came back in the room. She sat on the couch by my feet.
I looked at her and began to smile all over. I could see by the look on her face that she was about to get up. I had forgotten that I was lying there with just a towel filled with ice on my dick. "I'm sorry Grandma! But when you said, "What can Grandma do to make it better", all I could think of was when I was small. I would hurt something and you would say those same words to me. I would tell you to kiss it and make it better. And you would always kiss it to make it better. And it usually worked.
Suddenly, she caught what I was getting at. Her face grew stern for just a moment. Then she began to smile. Her smile turned into a chuckle. Then she was laughing along with me. "It would serve you right, if I did just that! I bet that would shut you up and take that smirk off your face."
I don't know why I said it. I don't know what I was thinking at the time. But again, dumb old me had to have the last words. "You wouldn't dare!" I knew the moment the words came out my mouth, I was done for! Grandma stared at me for what seemed like an eternity.
Then, before I could do anything, she reached over, grabbed the towel and lifted it up. I was shocked! After all, I didn't have anything covering my dick but the towel and she had grabbed that! I was lying there with my dick laying along my thigh. Before I could move, Grandma reached down and cradled it in her hands. Then she bent her head and gave my dick a kiss on the shaft. I was too stunned to move.
I was horrified! Just as she kissed it, the damn thing jerked. But instead of jerking back, she kissed it again. Only this time she let her lips linger on it. "Eh, Grandma!" I felt her kiss it again. This time her tongue touched the tip. "Grandma!" I was trying to sit up. I was trying to inch myself back away from her, but her fingers tightened on my now growing shaft.
With tenderness, she kissed it! Then her lips slipped over the head. My world was reeling! "Grandma!" I know that word came out as a whimper. She turned her face to look at me, as she took more of me in her mouth. "Grandma! You can't! You mustn't!" She looked directly at me as I felt her mouth slide down the length of my shaft. Grandma whimpered as her hot mouth engulfed my throbbing dick.
I was now fully hard. Not only that, I felt like I would cum any minute. I opened my mouth to say that I was gonna cum if she didn't stop, when it happened. With a groan, I muttered, "Oh shit!. I felt my dick jerk and horrified, I watched as Grandma's cheeks puffed out. I had shot in her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed again until I was empty. Then she straightened up and looked at me.
"I guess that will keep you quiet for awhile!" She got up and went to her room. I heard the door close behind her and the lock click into place. I sat there stunned beyond belief. My grandma had just given me the best blow job I had ever had. And she didn't work at it for more than a few seconds.
I got up from the couch, all the pain forgotten. I went down the hall to Grandma's door. I was about to knock, when I heard her. Grandma was moaning and whimpering, but I could tell that it wasn't from any pain. I know my mouth dropped open and my jaw must have hit the floor.
Grandma was in her room getting off! I could hear her moans as plain as day! I could also hear her calling out my name! I was excited! Embarrassed! Shocked! Stunned! Ashamed! And so many other emotions that I won't bore you with the words. I didn't knock on her door. Instead I slinked down the hall trying not to make a sound. I eased the door to my room closed and sat on the bed.
I was ashamed at what I had done. At what I had felt! This wasn't one of my girlfriends that had just let me cum in her mouth, this was my Grandma! You don't even think about things like that with your Grandma! And yet, hearing her in her room had gotten my dick hard all over again. I lay back on my bed.
It was about an hour later, when my door slowly opened. I had not fallen asleep, and was just lying there looking out the window. I turned my head and saw Grandma standing in the doorway. She smiled at me and walked in. She was wearing the gown she always wore to bed. It was loose, bulging out over her big tits. Grandma didn't wear sexy night clothes. To me they did show off her figure, but they didn't cling to her or anything like that.
She came to my bed and sat down. I scooted over to make room for her. she looked at me and smiled. "Grandma. I..." She put her hand to my lips. "Randy! Let me say something, please. I didn't mean to do what I did. At first I was just gonna shock you by kissing your dick. I felt that it would shock you enough to shut you up and take that smirk off your face. But when I kissed it something happened."
I was about to say something smart like, "It sure did", but held my tongue. "You have looked upon me as your mother and I have always treated you like you were my own son. I never let you know whenever I needed to go out to get relief from my frustrations. That's something that I never wanted you to know about. And I made sure that you never found out that I please myself.
But when I kissed your dick, all the years of doing without a man, of using my fingers and dildo to please myself, seemed to take over. I had a man's dick in my hand after years of doing without one. Suddenly, I remembered what it felt like to lick and suck one. Suddenly, remembering the taste of pre-cum in my mouth made me want more. Even though you are my grandson, you are still a man."
Grandma smiled at me. "And a very big man I must say!" I know I smiled at her and couldn't help but feel proud of myself. "Suddenly, I had to have you in my mouth. I needed to have the feel of a man filling my mouth with his dick. It was a terrible thing to do. I will never forgive myself for it. Randy! I'm so sorry that I did that! I can only imagine what you must think of me!"
I looked at her face. She was trying to show a brave front. She was trying to be the strong Grandma she had always been for me. But I could see her eyes filling with tears. I could see the shame that she felt for letting her womanly needs take control of her body. I sat up straight on the bed, letting my back rest against the wall.
"Grandma! I don't hate you or think that you are some kind of pervert, if that's what you are afraid of. When I started laughing, it was because I have grown so much older from when you used to do that when I was a kid. I have been with women, I'm not a virgin you know! And the thought of you kissing my dick to make it feel better seemed so funny.