It all started, the relationship with my Gran I mean, when I went to university. Gran lived two doors down the same street as I did, in a house about the same size. I shared a room with my two brothers and she said that I could have the two bedrooms at the back of her house, one as a bedroom and the other as a study. I was quite eager, because I had never really got along with my youngest brother. I paid a little for my room and board and, for most of the year was away studying. Summer and Christmas I would live with my Gran and get a part-time job while I studied and wrote the papers I needed to hand in at the beginning of next term.
One Saturday I had worked all morning in a nearby supermarket and then gone home for a shower. I knew that Gran would not be in the house, because every Saturday, for as long as I could remember, she had gone to the hops with my Mum, had lunch in a little café in town and then come back at about three in the afternoon. I showered slowly, not bothering with the lock on the bathroom door, because I knew that I had the house to myself. Climbing out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist, I went across the landing into my room. Something prickled at the back of my mind as I dressed. It wasn't until I had finished dressing, and I was closing the door to my room that I realised what had been bothering me. I had pushed the bathroom door to when I had gone in for my shower, but when I had finished and gone to my room, the door had been opened wider, almost as though someone had been peeking through the gap on the hinge side.
Refreshed by my shower, I settled down at my computer and began to work on the paper that I had to hand in at the beginning of term. I have to admit that I was a little behind because the subject was not particularly interesting and this made me very liable to distractions. I tried to concentrate, but the sun streaming through my window made it very difficult. At first I tried to ignore the sounds from the front bedroom, trying to dismiss them as a daydream. They got louder and, at last, I decided to investigate. Gran had lived alone, until I moved in with her, since the death of my Granddad not long after I had been born.
I opened my door and listened to the noises that I could hear quite clearly now. They were definitely coming from my Gran's bedroom and they sounded like grunting and heavy panting breaths. I frowned and moved, as silently as I could, along the corridor until I reached the door to my Gran's room. The door was not even closed properly and I could see inside.
Gran was spread across the quilt on her queen sized bed, naked apart from the string of pearls she always wore. Her legs were wide apart and I could see her thick bush, totally hiding her pussy. My eyes widened as I watched her slowly push a thick, pink dildo into her hairy thatch, panting a little as she pressed it into her gash. I watched, open mouthed, as she slowly worked the hard plastic inside herself. With an effort, I tore my gaze from the sight of her hand working the toy in and out of her pussy but, instead of turning away and slipping back down the landing to my own room, I let my eyes wander upwards.
Gran had a neatly curved figure and, although her tummy was a little rounded, she was by no stretch of any imagination fat. I could see her breasts, soft but still quite firm and rounded with hard, dark nipples standing up from the circles of darker skin, almost as big as saucers. As I watched, she worked the dildo in and out of her pussy, pushing it so deep that I thought she would lose it and then slowly pulling it back with wet slurping sounds as the shiny plastic slipped out, covered in her creamy love juices. She lifted her head and I ducked back behind the door, hoping that I had not been spotted. My cock had hardened and become erect as I watched her and I dashed back into my room and flung myself onto my bed. Unbuttoning my jeans I pulled out my thick cock and began to stroke it, feeling the heat as it throbbed in my fist. It only took a couple of strokes to make me cum all over my hand and balls, the sight of my Gran with her dildo had excited me so much.
I cleaned myself up and sat in front of my computer, typing my paper with only half of my mind on my work. The other half kept wandering back to what I had seen in my Gran's bedroom. The work went very slowly and I kept being distracted by sounds from along the landing. Eventually I heard footsteps moving along the landing and pausing outside my door, before they carried on down the stairs. The footsteps returned and paused outside the door, then I heard a light tap.
"Can I come in?" Called Gran through the door.
"Sure, it's open." I called back.
The door opened and Gran cam in with a tray of tea and biscuits. She put the tray down on the edge of my desk and sat on the sofa that ran along one wall. I turned away from the computer and smiled at her.
"Thank you Gran, I was about ready for a break." I told her.
"Have you been working long?" she asked, looking at me with an unusual expression.
"Since about lunchtime."
