                         Grandma

  It was the summer of 85, back when I was just a young girl of 18.  I needed
to get away from college AND my folks, so I was spending my vacation with my
grandmother. I was expecting to enjoy some quite time, but after just a few
weeks I was bored stiff.  MY grandmother lives way out in the country, so
there weren't many people around, and I just didn't know what to do.  I read
all the books I had brought with me, and all my grandmothers old
Readers-Digest, and now there was nothing even semi-intereseting left.
  Of course, idle hands will find something to do.  When I was in first grade
we always had Nap-Time at One O'clock.  I just wasn't the type of child to
take much lying still.  I would count the cracks in the ceiling, then, I
would try to tell myself stories.  Eventually I found a way to occupy
myself that was MUCH more rewarding.  One afternoon, when I was lying there
bored to death, I started rocking back and forth, just for SOMETHING to do.
The little pallet they had me laying on was kind of lumpy, and one of the lumps
was rubbing up against my baby cunt real nice.  Nap-Time ended before I could
get anywhere, but the next day I tried to recreate the sensation.  The
rocking just wasn't good enough, and besides, I was afraid someone would
notice what I was doing.  Somehow, I instinctively knew that teacher wouldn't
approve of this new found pleasure of mine.  Anyway, I discovered that If I
lay on my stomach I could reach my hand into my shorts and under my panties
and noone would be able to see what I was doing.  Why did it feel good when
I rubbed up against my 'bathroom place'?  I wanted to find out.  My fingers
began to explore those sweet virginal little pussy lips of mine, and soon
I found my Clit.  Boy!  Was that worth the effort.  For some reason I was
never afraid of masturbation.  I knew it wouldn't hurt me, and just accepted
my first orgasm as some kind of gift from God to keep me from being bored.
How I kept quite I'll never know, but somehow I did, and from then on Nap-Time
became much less of a chore.
  Well, I had found my fingers and my pussy could turn a boring day into
something worthwhile, and I fell back on them now.  I awoke with the sun
streaming in from the window, and covering my bed.  I crawled out from the
coveres and stripped off my nighty so I could enjoy the gentle warmth on my
vulva and breast.  I let my fingers dance around my small but sensitive breast
for a while, then began to concentrate more earnestly on my nipples.  Soon
they were standing up and begging for more.  How could I deny them when they
had been so good to me?  Meanwhile, my right hand was wandering across my
stomach and down my sides.  Eventually I began caressing my thighs and, when
I could feel the moisture of arousal dripping down my lips and onto the covers
I reached down and touched my cunt.  The whole slit was deliciously wet.  I
ran my fingers up and down the whole length of it, and then a little deeper
inside.  My Clit was tingling and as I ran the tip of my finger around it
in little circles, waves of pleasure rolled over my body.  I was nearing
orgasm when there came three rapid-fire knocks on the door, and then the sound
of it swinging open.  I stared in horror, One hand frozen on my breast and the
other on my pussy, as my grandmother walked into the room.  My legs were
spread wide and my bed was across from the door so she had a perfect view.
There was no way I could hide anything.  I was caught 'Red-Handed'.  My
grandmother never even paused.  She just took one quick look, said 'Oops!
Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you.  I'll put your breakfast back on the stove
so it'll be warm when your done.' then left the room smiling.
  I didn't know what to do, but I certainly was in no mood to 'finish'.  I
dressed as quickly as possible and wandered out breakfast.  I wanted
desperately to hide, but I was going to have to face her sooner or later, and
it might as well be now.  Grandma, true to her word, had put my food
(Cream-Of-Wheat) back on to warm and was already eating at the table.  I got
a bowl and scooped up some breakfast, than set down.  Grandma was reading the
paper and she looked over the top of it at me.  'Done so soon?' she asked.
I didn't know what to say.  I kinda slunk my head a little closer to the
bowl and mumbled 'sorry'.  'Sorry?', she asked.  'What do you have to be
sorry about.  There ain't none of us haven't had a little "Tiddle" now and
then.  Your grandfathers been dead for near on to eight years now, you reckon
I've been doing without all this time?  Not on your life!  Not all of us old
folks are as prudish as you youngsters think.  Ask real nice and I might let
you borrow my vibrator next time.  Now eat your breakfast.'
  I sat in absolote shock for a moment.  My grandmother was telling me that
it was not only OK for Me to jack-off, but she did it too?  This was going
to be a summer of surprises . . .
  My grandmother left the table and I just sat there.  This was extrodinarily
confusing to me.  My grandmother had a vibrator?  I had never tried one
before.  Should I ask?  What the hay, why not.  I found her in her bedroom.
She was lying on the bed and reading the paper.  She looked up when I came in
and grinned again.  "What do you need honey?"  she asked.  "Um", I hesitated.
"I guess I just wanted to talk.  You really approve of people touching
themselves?  You actually do it yourself?  You really own a vibrator!"  "Yes",
she said.  "To all of the above.  I may be older than you, but I'm still a
woman.  I didn't become comfortable with my body until after your grandfather
died and I decided to spend some time and learn about sex and myself.  I wish
I had raised your mother differently, but I'm glad to get a chance to help
you now.  Don't be ashamed of your body, don't be ashamed of your pleasure.
Have you had a man yet?"  I blushed at the question, but I had always liked
my grandmother and was finding her a lot easier to talk with than my own mom.
So I screwed up my courage and answered.  "Close, but not actually.  Frank
and I petted a little, but never all the way".  "Well", she answered.  "Then
I guess you've still got a lot to learn.  First off, our bodies are great
looking and we shouldn't ashamed of them.  I've been in torture these past
weeks wearing clothes all the time.  That stops now.  If were going to be
girls together we might as well be natural about it.  Can you handle that
sweetie?  Or am I going to fast for you."  "Wellllll", I stammered.  "I'm
willing to try. . . , but I'm nervous."  "Nervous won't kill you.  I'll
start if that will help."  Whereupon she stood up and slipped off her dress.
I was suprised to see that my grandmother was in great shape for 65.  She
had a lot of wrinkles, but her legs were fairly firm and her tummy was flat.
She reached back and unsnapped her bra.  Her breast were large, and they did
sag, but the nipples were dark and atractive.  I tried not to stare as she
took off her panties.  I had never really gotten a good look at another womans
cunt.  Hers was shaved!  Her pussy lips hung out long and luxiorously.  I
imagined I could see the tip of her clit peeking out from between them.  My
mouth hung open.  She was old, yes, but she was still desirable, and I
couldn't help but desire her.  I had never even thought about sex with another
woman, yet alone incest.  But here I was wanting to touch my grandmothers
pussy.  I looked into her eyes, and she was smiling.  She kissed me.  Not a
friendly grandmotherly peck on the cheek, but a full, long, lip to lip,
open mouthed kiss.  The she said, "Why don't you undress now love."  How could
I not!  I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my jeans.  Grandma unsnapped my
bra for me, then pulled down my panties.  She stayed down in front of me for
a while, staring at my pussy.  She ran her hand lovingly across my stomach
and then stood up.  My heart was pounding.  I reached forward and barely
touched her breast with my fingers.  She closed her eyes for a moment, then
looked deep into mine.  "Honey", she said.  "Neither one of us has ever done
this before, lets learn together".  I looked into her face then reached out
and grabbed her breast fully.  It was soft and heavy.  I lifted it to my face
and kissed it on the nipple.  Her nipples were as delicious as they had first
looked.  She stepped back to the bed and lay down.  I moved over on top of
her and began devouring her breast.  She reached out and touched my younger
firmer breast.  I felt all of the tingels of this mornings jack-off coming
back full force.  She wandered further down and found my bush.  When her
finger found my clit, I exploded.  Right then I had the best orgasm of my
life.  She knew exactly the magic movements that would send me over the
edge.  When I had done, I knew what I wanted next.  I climbed down her body
and parted her cunt lips with my fingers.  She was moist and Her clit was
high and hard.  I kissed it gently.  She moaned, and I began to run my
tounge around it in tight little circles.  Grandma raised her hips up high
in the bed, pressing my face deeper into her pussy.  I never imagined a woman
could taste so good.  I probed my tounge into her vagina and found no
resistance at all.  Boy was she big!  She pushed my head back and said, "With
your fingers sweet, please?"  I reached one finger up into her passage, and
then two, three, finally all four before she seemed to be satisfied.  I
continued to lick her clit as I plunged my hand in and out of her vagina.
She convulsed, and then screamed as she reached climax.  I continued to gently
lick her love spot, and momentarily she came again.  This one was softer, but
lasted longer.  We lay in each others arms for a long time, my grandmother
and I.  Finally she opened her eyes again and, breathing heavily said, "Get
my vibrator out of the top drawer, would you sweet"?  This wasn't going to
be such a boring vacation after all...