I learned that my Grandmother was going to come and stay with us for a week during the Easter break. I was really excited about it. My granny was something special to me. She was one of the nicest, kindest women I had ever met.

I was anticipating long talks into the night about things that interested both of us. It seemed that we could talk all night about things that most people would never discuss. I really liked being around Granny. She was a marvelous woman. I never really realized just how marvelous she was, until that one particular visit.

Granny had long, brown hair, flecked with gray, that hung to her shoulders, ending in a slight curl. Her eyes were bright green and mischievous. Her breasts were full and large, and her hips were round and luxurious. I would say that her measurements were close to perfect. But then, I was prejudiced.

The very night she arrived, she had taken a shower and was lying in her bed, a book open, her night stand light shining. I tapped gently on the half-open door, not wanting to wake my folks.

"I thought you had a long day, and would be asleep by now," I said.

"Oh, no, come on in. You smell all fresh and clean, right out of the shower," she said.

"I took one right after you did." I was wearing my bath robe.

"Sit here," she said, patting the side of the bed beside her.

I gently closed the door and walked across the room and sat on the edge of her bed. She smelled really nice, probably from the soap or some sort of body spray she was wearing. The robe she was wearing let most of her cleavage show, and I couldn't keep my eyes from it.

"What are you reading?" I asked.

"Some really raunchy, sexy book by some unknown author," she said. "It excites me, sometimes."

I had never really thought about my grandmother and sex. Maybe, a few years ago, I wondered, and then the thought was banished from my mind by my own guilt and fear.

"Excites you? How?"

She laughed, a gentle, tinkling laugh that had the sound of bells. "Makes me hot."

"I bet."

She looked into my eyes. It was a different look than any she had ever given me. "It does make me hot," she said, "real hot."

I didn't know what to say. The way she was laying there, the way she was looking at me, began to excite me. I could feel myself getting hard, thinking about her. I shifted position, so that my hard-on wouldn't jump up between the folds of my robe, and she noticed my shifting. There was a secretive little smile on her face.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

I shook my head and smiled. "Nothing," I said. Then I added, "Well, I'm getting kind of hot, knowing that you're kind of hot."

"Oh, we can be hot together."

I sat there dumbly for a few seconds, then said, "What do you mean?"

Her eyebrows did a little surprising dance on her forehead. She reached for the part in my robe, and pulled the terry cloth aside. Her eyes widened as she looked at my hard cock as it jumped up and pressed against my navel.

"Well, Darrel," she said with a smile, "that looks like you really are quite hot." She looked me in the eyes. "What would you like to do with that? Or, what do you usually do with it?"

I looked right at her, and the fact that my cock was turning her on really made me turned on even more.

"Usually," I said, "I just pull on it this way." I reached down and gently stroked my cock.

Her eyes widened, and so did her smile. She sat up and leaned toward me, letting her robe fall open.

"Can I stroke it for you, I mean, just for a really strange piece?"

I nodded. "Sure you can."

She reached over and wrapped her smooth, warm hand around my dick. To my delight, she moved her other hand to my balls, pressing and pulling them as she stroked me. The feel of her warm, soft fingers moving across my balls made them tighten up into my body.

"How about something totally different, totally new, between us?" she asked.

"OK," I said. My voice sounded distant, choked. I had no idea what she had in mind. It was thrilling, super-wild, for Granny to have my hard cock in her hands.

She bent over my lap, and I felt her warm, wet tongue run around the head of my throbbing dick. That was a feeling I had never, ever experienced. Her tongue moved around and around the head of my cock, and I could feel her sucking it.

She took it deep into her mouth, and I could feel her tits rubbing against my naked thigh. Her tits were warm and pliant, and I moved a hand under them and felt of them, squeezing one, then the other. I moved my hand gently under her tits, finding her hard nipples. I pinched each one gently, eliciting a slight moan from her.

She suddenly let go of my cock and raised up and looked at me. She didn't say anything, just looked into my eyes. She stood suddenly, and pulled her robe apart, letting it fall to the floor. She stood in front of me naked, and I looked at her tits, and then at her flat stomach, my eyes traveling down to her hairy pussy.

The hair made a giant forest right beneath her navel, and beneath that, I could see her pussy lips, hair poking out of the side of each one of them. My cock throbbed and jerked in response to what I was looking at.

She lay on the bed, lifting her legs at the knees, and then spread her legs wide. I got the hint, and I took off my robe and lay on top of her. I could feel my cock at the hot, wet entrance to her pussy, and she guided me inside her with her fingers. She reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks, pushing me into her. I began thrusting, feeling the warm wetness deep inside my grandmother's pussy. My balls were sticky as I moved them against her ass. I thrust harder, with her pressing against my ass helping me keep a rhythm that she wanted. I could feel her legs begin to jerk and move around, and I knew that she was about to cum. I came just as she did, and I could feel my throbbing, jerking dick spurt jism deep inside her as she moaned softly.

After resting for a moment, I pulled off her and lay on the bed beside her. The book she had been reading sat there, and I picked it up.

"Incest Family Love," was the title. I opened it to the page she had thumbed, and there it was, the story of a grandmother seducing her grandson."

"You use this for instructions?" I asked with a smile.

She shook her head. "I was hoping you would pick it up, and get the idea, but now, who cares?"

--- Darrell B., Pensacola, FL