Carl landed in Vegas and headed to the curbside. He was to meet his grand mother and take drive with her back to his family in northern California. As he shouldered his back pack, he thumbed his cell phone letting his Gram know that he was off of the plane. Walking through the door to the curb-side pickup, he could never have missed where his Gram was. There were three police officers leaning on a red Mercedes AMG talking to a lady inside; it had to be her.
As Carl walked up to the scene, he heard her say, "Oh, here he comes now. Thank you officers for your patience. And do come catch my show sometime, you won't regret it." As he stepped up to the car, the officers parted allowing him access to the door. He immediately saw what had attracted the entire sector of protection for the arrivals.
Looking into the car he saw that his grandmother was wearing the shortest possible tight dress with a front that was split down almost to her navel. She had her legs turned at an angel with them slightly spread. His eyes went immediately to the area on which the local law enforcement had been conducting surveillance. He could see clearly that Katrina wore no panties and was giving the boys in blue quite the show of her bald pussy.
"Oh, baby, you drive," she said as Carl made to enter the car. "And let's put your bag in the back," she added as she made to open her car door. One of the officers had seized the opportunity and moved to her side. Opening the door for her he positioned himself for the perfect crotch shot as she departed the car. He wasn't disappointed. Katrina's dress moved all the way up revealing the tiny patch of golden blonde hair that she kept above her lips. As she stood, she tugged at her hemline pulling it back down.
Carl stepped to the rear of the car as the trunk popped open. Lifting it he made to lay his bag inside but he encountered a full trunk. Katrina had packed it almost full of the things that she was taking on the trip. She stepped beside him and leaned over to rearrange the inside of the trunk. Immediately the officers formed a ring at the rear of the car and watched as Katrina rewarded their efforts with a show of her magnificent ass. After fussing around a bit, she was able to make room for Carl's bag and then, taking an offered hand from one of the cops, she stepped onto the curb. Another ran to open her side door and was immediately joined by the others for the final show. This time her hemline lifted further than before and they were all rewarded with a lasting show of her pretty blonde-crested quim. She left her hemline as it was as they shut the door.
"Toodle loo," she said to the boys in blue as Carl made to pull away. As they departed the curb, Katrina leaned over and kissed Carl on the cheek. "So good to see you Carl. Sorry about that. They were telling me that I had sat there too long. But they had me sitting there far longer after they arrived than I was before. Nice bunch of boys. How was your flight?" she ambled.
"It was good, Gram, it's great to see you too," said Carl as he glanced at her still-visible pussy. Katrina made no effort to pull her skirt down. Carl glanced up and could see that by the way she was turned to face him, her right nipple was exposed. His Gram was a total sexpot. Though she had never behaved quite like this before. Sure, she had given him a random upskirt shot before or a little more than allowed cleavage, but nothing as brazen as this display. He felt that familiar urge in his groin and the plans started to formulate in his head. Now he REALLY wanted to fuck his grand mother.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
'Just for that pussy!' he thought. "I could use a bite," he said.
Katrina leaned over and playfully bit her grandson on his ear. "There ya go," she said as they both laughed. "Head out 215 and we'll get outta this mess before traffic gets crazy and we'll stop and get us something to eat," she added.
Carl was loving it. Here he was driving one of the hottest cars with one of the hottest Vegas show girls next to him and her pussy and tits were on not-so-private display. Many of the trucks and SUVs that passed them would slow and drive along side them until Carl sped up and spoiled their show. Katrina was definitely a head turner and she had probably caused quite a few wrecks over the years by riding like she did.
She turned even more towards him and started talking. Now that sweet cunt was staring Carl right in the eye. She asked all of the regular familial questions about how everyone was and all that. When she inquired about Cynthia, the conversation turned a little. "So, you and your sis are eighteen now. Any change in that girl's behavior or is she still a raging tease?" she asked.
The question took Carl by surprise. He never thought of Cyn as a 'Tease', but he guessed that to others, she may have come off that way. "Oh, she's still a pistol," he said remembering the wonderful time that he had just spent with her and her friend Brenda just last night.
"She giving up that ass yet?" asked Katrina, point blank.
Carl almost swerved off the road. Between the show he was getting, the thoughts of his sister and memories of recent sex with her, and now this. "Well, I ... uh ... I'm not sure, Gram. I mean we ... uh ... we don't talk much about those things," he lied.
"Bull shit, Carl. I know that you and little Cyn share everything. I know that if she's giving it up, she'd tell you. And if the boy wasn't treating her right; I know you'd kick his ass," she said forcefully.
She was dead to right and Carl knew it. He was squirming now. His Gram knew him and his sister all too well and he had out and out lied. Gram knew what was what. She knew how hormones raged around their household. He had seen all too often her flirtatious nature around them and its effect on his dad. He thought, 'Wait, had dad fucked her? He knew that it was all so easy when, recently, the whole family started fucking each other. Was it some sort of inherited thing?' His mind started reeling. Now he was scheming. How could he turn this to his advantage? "Well, I'm pretty sure she's sexually active," he said toying.
"How sure are you. Have you seen her with someone?" asked Katrina? "Is it a boy or a girl?" she added.
"She's not pregnant, Gram!" said Carl.
"No, silly. I mean is she screwing a boy or a girl? Or both?" she asked.
Carl squirmed a little. "Well, maybe ... I mean ... well ... I don't know if I should be the one to say anything. I mean after all, she's her own girl," he said.
"She is! I knew it. I knew that my grand baby would be a sexpot! And I bet you are too, aren't you? You giving that thing to anyone?" she asked playfully pointing at his crotch.
Carl just looked at her and smiled. "So how is work?" he asked. "You still doing shows?"
"Don't try that shit on mean young man. Stick with the subject. You dipping your wick in anything?" she asked grabbing his arm.
Carl looked down at the bare pussy beside him. It was glistening. Katrina was getting turned on talking about this. He grinned and shook his head. "Maybe," he said as he floored the accelerator and zipped past a truck that had been staring up his Gram's dress.
