Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2017 19:45:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Grandma and Rika (Lesbian/Incest, oral, anal, f/F) Incest, oral, anal, f/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Grandma and Rika By Jan When the doorbell rand it startled me, because I wasn't expecting anyone! When I opened the door I was shocked to see a Female State Trooper standing there in uniform. She removed her Boss of the Plains hat (popularly known as a Smoky the Bear hat) and asked if I was related to a Mr. and Mrs. Daniel R. Forester? I sputtered feverously, "Yes...That's my parents! What's happened?" "Is there anyone else home with you?" "No...my parents went to a party tonight, and I was just about to go to bed." "May I ask you name?" "My name is Elisabeth Forester! WHAT IS WRONG?" "You better get a coat and come with me!" I ran to the hall closet and grabbed my father's old Navy Pea Coat. It almost fit me because my father was much smaller when he joined the Navy as a teenager. I put it on in a dead run to join her. I locked the door before we headed to the car. She let me ride up front, and I was in a panic mode. I kept asking what had happened. Her voice was very soft as she said, "I'm sorry to have to tell you that your parents were in a serious automobile accident to night." "Are they alright?" "All I know is that they were taken to the County General Hospital. We will be there shortly." The rest of the trip was a blur because I was worried about what had happened and how badly my parents were hurt. The Trooper pulled into the Emergency parking lot and parked the cruiser right in front of the entrance. She walked me into the hospital, and we were met by a nurse. She thanked the Trooper and wrapped her arm around me as she led me down a corridor above the double doors was a simple white metal cross. It turned out to be a small chapel. There was a priest in a black business suit with the white tabbed collar. He approached us and took my hands in his. The nurse left without saying anything. He said, "I'm sorry to have to tell you that your parents were killed when another car hit them broadside at high speed. Is there anyone I can call to help you?" "I don't know we just moved here a short time ago. The only relative I have is my father's mother. I don't remember ever having met her, and I don't know her number." I broke down crying at that point. "Don't worry my child, we will find out how to contact her. For the time being I will arrange for a place where you can stay while we take care of everything. I'm sure you would feel more comfortable staying at you home, so I will arrange for someone to stay with you. For right now I'm not sure about you seeing your parents in their present state." I said, "'Please...I have to see them!" He took my arm and led me to the intensive care unit. Curtin's were drawn around two separate beds. As he pulled back the curtains to the beds I saw my parents still hooked up to the intravenous tubes and the other devices to register cardio and reparation rates. The tubes were still taped to their mouths. Dad's face looked like he had been punched in the face by the airbag. Mom face looked worse; the right side was distorted with glass cuts all over it. It was obvious the other car had hit the passenger side of the car. It was difficult to see them like this. It was even hard to believe these two figures were in fact my parents. I regretted seeing them like that because that was burned into my consciousness and be my last memory of them. Arrangements were made for a woman to stay with me my while my grandmother was contacted. A day later it was surreal meeting my grandmother for the first time. When I opened the door and seeing the gray haired woman standing there looking like an older female version of my father. Her hair was cut short, almost a man's haircut. She was wearing a business suit that obscured her figure, but it was obvious that she had a physically fit figure. She looked like a no nonsense professional woman. She introduced herself, "Hello...Elizabeth, I'm Judy, your Grandmother!" I was stunned into immobility, as she gathered me into her arms and hugged me tightly. It was strange meeting her for the first time. I started crying uncontrollably. It took a while before I calmed down. I asked, "What should I call you?" She said, "My name is Judy, or you could call me Grandma. Whatever you're comfortable with is fine with me. It took a week to make arrangements or the burial of my parents and the disposal of the used clothing of my parents, furniture and put the house up for sale. After the home was put up for sale and my clothes were boxed up and shipped to Grandma's, we caught a flight to Seattle, Washington, and we took the Greyhound bus south to Tacoma. Apparently that was where my father grew up. He never talked about his family. I had asked a few times, but he didn't care to talk about it. Grandma had a nice little two bedroom home that was well insulated from the cold. The northwest gets a lot of rain so the house had large gutters that emptied into rail barrels. There were large evergreen trees to the northwest of the house that protected the house from the cold winds. None of the roads in the area have curbs though. It turned out that most of her neighbors were as old as her. Grandma showed me the bedroom that would be mine, and it was cozy with a full sized bed. She told me that it had been my father's room. I had to ask, "Daddy never talked about growing up, even when I asked him. What was he like?" "Your father was a good hunter and seaman. He played football in high school, and joined the Navy as soon as he graduated. He was a Torpedo man third Class on a Los Angles class Submarine out of Remington. He was so close to home that he was able to come home and be with his friends when on leave. After his discharge he went to college at the University of Washington. Upon graduation he was recruited by the company he worked for and met your mother at work as I understand. Why didn't he ever talk about it?" "Honey your father was embarrassed about me, and hated my life choices." "Why was that?" How old are you dear?" I'm twelve years old." "I guess you're old enough to know the truth about your grandmother, and I hope you can accept it. I would love to be your friend." There was a pause before she continued, "Your father discovered that I am a lesbian when he was not much older than you are now, and he could never forgive me." I was surprised by her revelation. I knew what the word lesbian meant, but had never knowingly met one before. That explained my father's vitriolic tirades about homosexuality. I wasn't sure about my feelings about it. Shortly after that I was enrolled in the local grammar school, and life settled down quickly. I made friends with a few girls at school. There was one particular girl named Christina that lived a few houses down the road from Granny's that I walked to school with. We became close friends. Her mother was divorced, so with had a little in common. She was a little chubby with dark brown hair, and the misfortune of inheriting Uno-brow. When we were visiting each other I convinced her to allow me to pluck her brows and give them shape. It took days accomplish it, but she looked much better. She became devoted to me. We were almost unrepeatable. Both of us were excited about entering junior high school next year. Grandma had a few women friends that I met. If no one told me that they were lesbians I would have never guessed. There were never any overt acts, between them that would indicate they were anything more than friends. A couple of them were Judy's age, but several of them were a lot younger. They were all friendly towards me and even flirted with me innocently. I wasn't sure if they were serious or not. I felt uncomfortable about it and blushed when they teased me. It was inevitable that eventually I would stumble in on Judy engaged in sex with one of her girlfriends. I had wondered what she did with her friends, but didn't dwell on the subject. The day I found out what went on was the day I was sent home by the school nurse when I threw up after lunch. I walked in and found Grandma on the couch with a young friend of hers, named Rika. She was no more than thirty years old, and the picture of a Swedish Viking descendant. She was a big blonde with ice blue eyes. One look at her reminded me of the Ring Cycle's heroine Brunhilda. All she needed was a horned helmet and armor cups on her massive breasts. You can imagine my surprise of seeing her big with naked butt staring me in the face as she bent over my grandmother with her face buried in the gray hair of her pussy. When they heard me squeal they untangled and tried to cover their breasts and crotches with their hands, with very little success. Grandma had always done her best to prevent me seeing her naked, but now I saw that her breasts sagged substantially. Her lower tummy was wrinkled and sagged a little over her vulva. It had a sprinkling of gray pubic hair all over it. Rika must have been close to 6-feet tall and a true blonde. Her breasts were very large and heavy. Her areolas were proportionally large pink with nipples the size of Jumbo Olives. Her tummy was surprisingly flat. The bulge of her vulva was liberally covered with strawberry pink pubic hair. I was immobile for a long pregnant moment, and couldn't make up my mind what to do. As result I stood there like a dear caught in headlights. I blinked and turned around and went to my room. I kicked off my shoes and flopped on the bed. I heard their voices through the door, but was unable to make out what they were saying. A short time later I heard the front door open, and after a short time the door closed. Several minutes passed before there was a tap on my door, and Grandma said, "Honey, can I come in, and would you like some sweet hot tea?" "Come in, the doors open. Tea would be fine." Grandma came in carrying two mugs by the handles in on hand. She was wearing her rayon slip. She sat on the edge of the bed and handed me one of the mugs. We sat there sipping our tea quietly for several minutes before she spoke. "Honey...I'm terribly sorry you saw that!! By the way is there something wrong? Why are you home so early?" "I'm okay, I just threw up after lunch and the nurse sent me home." Grandma placed the back of her hand on my forehead. In her concern she forgot all about her sitting there in her slip smelling of her friend's perfume and the odor of pussy. Grandma said again, "I'm sorry you saw that! I sent Rika home. We should talk about this before it becomes a problem! I don't want you to ever hate me the way your father did!" "I could never hate you! It was just a shock to see what that big woman was doing to you! I have been wondering what you did with women." She hugged me, and I the smell the perfume of the other woman all over her body. Her face also smelled of a strong pussy odor. (I could tell because I had smelled my own fingers after playing with myself.) While she was hugging me I could feel her breasts pressing against mine. While she was clinging to me, I was watching what was going on in the mirrored sliding closet doors. It was like I was watching someone else. We were both crying and our cheeks were wet with salty tears that soon were making the front of her slip wet, along with my blouse. The rayon slip became transparent enough for me to make out the shape of her areolas and her nipples. I couldn't resist placing my hand on her left tit. It felt warm and soft as I squeezed it. "Grandma what is it like to make love to another woman?" "Are you sure you want to know?" "I had never seen anything like what she was doing to you, and it looked exciting! It made me feel strange. I want to find out what it feels like!" There was a pause before Grandma did anything. When she did make up her mind, she acted quickly. She didn't bother unbuttoning my blouse. She simply pulled it out of my skirt and over my head. She reached behind me and unhooked my bra, and pulled it off of me. I had always been envious of women with large breasts, because mine were so small. I had always been told that mine were perfect for my age. Just the same I felt inadequate. I was only a B-cup. Grandma didn't seem to mind the size of my breasts. She molded them with her hands. It felt thrilling. While she was feeling my breasts I pulled the straps of her slip off her shoulders and pulled the front of her slip down to expose her breasts. As I had seen her breasts sagged quite a bit. The skin looked thin and almost transparent with thin blue vein's coursing over her breasts. I took hold of one of her nipples and tweaked it while she bent down to take my left breast into her mouth. She used her tongue to stimulate my nipple. It was all I could do to hold still. Her tongue was driving me crazy. She continued to do that for a while before she switched to the right tit. There came a point when Grandma decided to move on to another stage of my education. She stood up and her slip fell to the floor around her feet and she stepped out of it. Again I got another look at her crotch. Regardless of how fit she was for her age her body was that of a woman commiserate with her age. In her youth she would have had a plump butt, but with age the seat of her ass had indentations and the flesh sagged a little. As I had already observed the sparse pubic hairs were graying, and her inner thighs were flabby as well. She didn't waste a lot of time posing for me. She pulled me to my feet and I helped her unfasten my skirt and we pulled it down. I was too old for Minnie Mouse panties and too young for thongs. I was simply wearing rayon full sized panties. As soon as I stepped out of my panties and skirt Grandma helped center me on the bed with my back resting against a couple of pillows so that I could watch her position herself between my legs. When she started licking and sucking my pussy I experienced a thrill stronger than anything I had experienced from masturbation. I watched her every move with the utmost interest. She was an expert at bringing me right to the edge of an orgasm, but not letting me cum. It was a delicious torture that was driving me crazy. There came a point I could not contain myself and I had an orgasm that was so strong every muscle in my body quivered and I fainted for a few moments. I was sweating like I had been in a sauna. When I came to I was so relaxed my limbs felt as heavy as they were made of lead. That night I slept in Grandma's bed, and for all intent I moved into her room so that we could make love to each other every night. After a couple of weeks Christina confronted me after school on our way home. "Are you made at Me, Elizabeth? Have I done something wrong?" I was startled out of my own thoughts, "I'm not mad at you Christina! What makes you think that?" "You have barley talked to me in weeks! I must have done something to hurt you." "Not at all, I have been preoccupied with something else!" "Tell me what has been bothering you?" I thought before saying anything, "Have you ever had sex with a female?" Christina looked at me for a moment before answering, "Yes...an older cousin taught me about oral sex a couple of years ago when her family visited us." "Come home with me...please?" . When we got to my house we only stopped long enough to exchange greetings with Grandma before heading to my room. We sat on my bed facing each other, and I took her into my arms and kissed her on the mouth. We started clawing each other's clothes off. I started feeling and sucking on her tits. We were really getting into sucking pussies when there was a tapping on my bedroom door. "Grandma said, "Girls dinner will be ready in a half hour, so I suggest that the two of you clean up and get ready for dinner." Christina's face went white, "Your grandmother knows what we're doing, and she doesn't care?" "Relax, Grandma is cool. If you like you can call your mom and get permission to spend the night with me." We went to the bathroom and washed our faces and hands before getting dressed. As soon as we were presentable we headed to the kitchen. Granny said for us to be seated, dinner was ready. It was obvious that Christina was nervous. I said to Granny, "Can Christina spend the night with me?" Granny said, "By all means, but she should get permission from her mother." I went to the living room and retrieved the wireless phone and gave it to Christina. Apparently her mother approved. Granny told us to go ahead and enjoy ourselves and she would clean up. We retreated to my room and were soon naked and we sucked tits and pussies. I introduced Christina to something Granny taught me. I had Christina get on her knees like a dog and I licked her pussy from behind, with my nose buried in her asshole. I rimmed her asshole, sending Christina into an orgasmic frenzy. We were making so much noise my grandmother had to have heard the noise. Christina had to go home the next morning to change clothes before school, so Grandma and I talked about it. She assured me that I should have girlfriends my own age. One day after school I came home to find Rika visiting. This time Granny insisted that I allow the two of them make love to me. We retreated to Grandma's bedroom and they undressed me before they undressed themselves. I had been impressed with Rika's size before, but being in bed with her was overwhelming. She was so physically imposing it made me feel like I was confronting giant. She was capable of picking me up like an adult is capable of picking up a child. Her breasts were proportional to her size, but huge comparted to most women. I swear each one of her tits was larger than my head. I took hold of her right tit with both hands and started flicking the nipple with my tongue before taking it into my mouth and sucking hard on it. I relished the smell of her perfume and the salty sweaty flesh. Rika endured me sucking on her tits just so long. Grandma and Rika placed me on my back so that they could do whatever they wanted to me. Rika spread my legs and rested her big head on my pussy. She went wild shaking her head back and forth while driving her tongue deep into my pussy. Grandma actually stood upon the bed and straddled my head before lowering her butt down over my face. She ground her pussy and asshole against my chin, mouth and nose. She did so until she had an orgasm, and my face was covered with her cum. I had an orgasm shortly after that. Rika lapped up my cum until it was driving me wild. I couldn't hold still. I passed out only to wake up with Rika kissing me. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.