After spending the better part of Christmas morning making love to my beautiful Grandmother, we were going to take a shower together and then eat breakfast. I hoped that this was not it for our sexplay but I did have to take into consideration Grandma was older and hadn't had sex for quite a while. Well, I supposed anyway.
Grandma took off my knee splint and put plastic around my plastic foot cast.
"Keep your leg as straight as possible." Grandma then helped me to my feet and helped me down the hall to her shower. We were both still naked and as I lurched down the hall Grandma pendulant breasts kept slapping my chest. I leaned in closer pressing into her warm, soft body. Grandma hugged back, "I love you too, sweetie."
We went into Grandma's shower room. The senior ready walk in shower had been a Mother's Day gift from my Uncle Ed. It had a small bench, grab bars, retractable shower head and no slip flooring. I sat on the small bench while Grandma began to shower facing away from me.
The stream of water hit my Grandma's luxuriant white hair and made it go lank and flatter against her skin. Hints of scalp demonstrated that Grandma's hair had thinned. The cascading moisture beaded on her, collecting in small crevices, highlighting the wrinkles permeating her skin. Her full buttocks and hips had a perceptible sag. The wet sheen of her flesh accentuated the rippling of fine lines and the quivering of loose skin.
A week ago I would have been horrified by the prospect of showering with my Grandmother. Had I seen her showering like this I would have recoiled and run from the room. Yet here I was watching Grandma pouring shampoo into her hair and getting an erection from her round ass and the glimpses of pendulant side boob.
Our youth oriented culture has demonized aging, making it something to fear, be disgusted by and to avoid at all cost. Youth is beauty and maturity is ugly. After being intimate with my Grandmother I realized that this wasn't true. You couldn't apply the standards of beauty of a young woman to an older woman. Maturity had its own unique standards of beauty, you just had to look for them. Yes my Grandma was an old woman, a beautiful old woman.
Her age became ever more apparent when she turned around in the shower. She still had her eyes closed as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. Water collected on the wrinkles on her eyelids and the scrunched crows feet around her eyes. It tricked down seams and hollows of her neck and coursed over her dangling breasts. Grandma's elongated breasts hung low on her ribcage, the heavy orbs further apart and more loosely attached than a younger woman's yet still mesmerizingly erotic.
I followed the streams of water as it flowed over Grandma's soft, slightly puffy belly and accumulated in her white pubic hair, thinning it and matting it to her thighs and revealing her mature pussy in all its glory.
All I wanted to do at that moment was to take a few steps forwards take Grandma in my arms kiss her passionately and give her the fucking she deserved. But because of my injuries I had to sit still and just watch my cock grow harder and harder.
When Grandma opened her eyes she saw her Grandson sitting before her sporting a full erection.
"Jimmmyyy!" she trilled with a pleased laugh. "I appreciate the gift but Granny has to take a short break. My kitty's not used to so much activity" She sighed "It does look awfully tempting and tasty but I don't want to drain you too much this morning. I have something special I'd like to try after breakfast." Laughing Grandma hit me with a blast of cold water.
After our shower Grandma just dressed in her red kimono. As she helped me on with my boxers, she said, "If you don't think you'll be too cold, you can just wear these for now. Its not like you need to be modest around me any more. Besides you won't need them for a while after breakfast." With a mysterious smile she helped me stand up.
Breakfast consisted of eggs, sausage, fresh fruit, yogurt and coffee. Grandma talked to me about my cousins and other things. However what she said when we left the shower combined with how absolutely gorgeous she looked in that kimono kept me distracted. She smiled at the effect she was having on me.
Grandma gave me an impish look over the room of her coffee cup. "I was thinking Jimmy that since I took your cherry, it might be fair for you to take mine."
"Huh? Ohhhh" I was dumbfounded at first then it dawned on me. Grandma gave me a beaming smile and stood up to washout her coffee cups. As her breasts swayed past me her nipples were hard and engorged just from the idea of what we were going to do.
