Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2008 12:25:53 -0700 From: Jan ' Subject: Loving Granny *(lesbian / incest, g/F, g/FFFF Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest between a girl and her grandmother along with other women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2008 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Loving Granny By Jan I loved my grandmother as far back as I can remember. I can't remember everything I did as a child but my family has told me that almost as soon as I could walk I would run away to Granny's every chance I got. At the time she lived in a house about two miles away from my parents and the most repeated story was about the time I took my little tricycle and headed for her house. When my mother missed me she took the car and headed down the hill and found me stuck in the sand at the bottom of a wash. When she asked me where I was headed I told her I was going to Granny's. You can be sure I got a whipping and my tricycle was loaded in the car and I was taken home for another ass warming. That never stopped me. Every chance I got I would insist on staying with her. Her home was not the neatest or cleanest house around but her house was always filled with the smell of cooking. She baked her own breads. She had the sweet tooth of a child. She baked cookies and cakes all of the time. She was known for her southern cooking. As a preteen she had been thrown from a horse and broke her right leg. The bone was not set properly and it did not heal correctly. As a result of the fracture her right leg was shorter than the left. She walked on her tip toe the rest of her life. She was only five-foot one and would have been the ideal model for Mrs. Santa Claus. Her black hair had turned gray. She had kept her hair braided most of her life and coiled up on the back of her head like the old fashioned Dutch woman she was. I was a teenager before she cut her hair shorter for easier care. Her breasts were so large that they almost covered all of her lap when she sat down. It was a struggle to stay sitting on her lap. It was much easer to sit in the chair next to her. She did have a sweet tooth. The one habit she had was a passion for mint candy. She kept a full bowl of the same kind of mints that restaurants keep by the cash register. Her breath smelled of the mint as strongly as her clothes smelled of her cheap perfume. But that was the smell I loved. She had a childlike passion for ceramic figurines. On her birthdays family members always bought her practical gifts like bras, dresses and nightgowns. She didn't care for them at all; she slept in her white cotton slips and she lived in the same simple silk print dress. She probably hadn't worn a bra since she was a teenager. She could wash it on Saturday and be back in it on Sunday. She would much rather have paperback books - romance novels and westerns being her favorite. She loved dolls too. She was a contradiction in her beliefs. She had been brought up in southern fundamental church and taught to believe that every word in the King James Bible is the true word of God. At the same time she professed to believe every word as written in the bible, any time something like the dietary laws prohibiting the consumption of pork or fish without scales conflicted with her desire to eat bacon, ham, shrimp and catfish she ignored the word. It was convenient for her to justify not following every word by saying they didn't have refrigeration back then. At the same time she could quote chapter and verse she could also tell a dirty joke or curse like a sailor. The first dirty joke I can remember hearing was told to me by Granny as I cuddled up against her big soft breast. When I stayed over night with Granny I cuddled up against her warm body and clung to one of her big tits. My youngest aunt was four years older than me. She had stopped breast feeding her years before I was born so her breasts were dry but that did not stop me from wanting to suck on her big nipples when we were in bed. Granny never stopped me from sucking on her breasts. When I stayed with her she bathed me and braided my hair. I didn't mind the pain of her brushing and pulling of my hair, as I sat on the floor between her legs. It was very comforting having her thick thigh cradling my head. Her female odor was added to the fragrance of her Avon perfume and the candy mints. It was a smell I loved and missed when I was not with her. We used to sit on the front porch in an old glider where she taught me how to embroidery, crochet and knit. One of the things about sitting in an old double glider facing Granny was that I could look up her dress. Her short little legs could hardly touch the floor of the glider but as long as the dress and slip were they would creep up her legs exposing her panties. There were times when Granny didn't have panties on at all. To me the graying hair on her vulva was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. I could not believe my father and aunts and uncles came out of that small opening. Granny must have known I was looking at her because she never closed her legs and at times she would reach down there and scratch her pussy. She never failed to smell her fingers before returning to her knitting. When I was much too old to be still being bathed by my Granny she was washing my pussy with a terrycloth washrag and I started trembling like I had been out in the snow too long. She pulled my body against her body and hugged me until I stopped trembling. The front of her dress was soaking wet. My wet hair was dripping water all over her head. Rather than being surprised by the reaction I had from the way she was washing me she slipped a finger into my pussy, the way I had been doing for months. I had discovered that it felt good. I don't even know when or how my hymen had been broken. At that age of 9 I didn't even know I ever had one or what it was. I started getting that feeling again I was starting to thrust my hips forward to drive her finger deeper into my body. I was starting to moan uncontrollably but quit when I felt her finger slip into my little butt hole. When the finger entered it hurt but after it was in I could not believe the rush it gave me. When I moved my hips forward to get away from the finger in my ass the one in my pussy was driven deeper into my pussy. When I pulled back from that finger the one in my ass was driven deeper. I was standing in a foot and a half of water having one climax after another. When I almost blacked out Granny pulled her fingers out and lifted me out of the tub. There was not a dry spot on the front of Granny's dress. Rather than getting upset she chuckled in her homey way and said, "It needed to be washed anyway. With that she unbuttoned her dress and stepped out of her it and tossed it in the sink. The full slit was just as wet and the underarms were stained from her sweat. She pulled the slip over her head and discarded it. She had removed her shoes and socks before entering the bathroom so all she had on was a well worn pair of underpants. They were wet too. She pulled them off and knelt in front of me to dry me off with a bath towel. I could see her vulva and the gray hairs. She never trimmed it the hairs. It was just natural friction that kept the hair trimmed. Her labia were hidden by her chubby vulva. The skin on the inside of her thighs was discolored by years of friction. To a 9-year old there was no thought about whether that was attractive or not. It was just my Granny, the most important person in my life and she had just made me feel as good as I had ever felt. My mother had punished me when she caught her playing with myself and called me a dirty little pervert. Granny had never rejected my touches. I waited until she had finished drying my hair before I kissed her on the mouth. Granny didn't happen to have candy in her mouth but the taste was there. It was just the way Granny always tasted. When she stood up I reached out and stuck my fingers into her pussy. The walls of her pussy were moist and lumpy. When I started probing she jerked like I had hurt her. My reflex was too jerk my hand away. I mistook her moan as a sigh of pain. Granny grabbed my hand and pulled it back between her legs. My fingers were slippery from her juices so the finger entered easily and she started humping my fingers like a rabbit. When she climaxed she whimpered like a quivering school girl and told me that she loved me for making her cum. She picked me up and carried me to her bed. No one had ever kissed me where she did. It did feel good and I stroked her head while she stuck her tongue into me and it thrilled me beyond belief. I had a lot to think about afterwards. Was what she did right or wrong? We continued to sleep together and I continued to suck on her nipples. We didn't touch each other down there for a few days while I struggled with my feelings. One morning while she was still sleeping I woke up and the bed covers were kicked off and her slip was up around her waist. I slowly moved down the bed in hope that she would not wake up. When I moved my head between her legs I studied what her pussy looked like. I could smell her moist flesh. There was the odor of Dial soap she had washed with, along with the strong odor of her womanhood. She had been secreting body fluids all night and her opening had liquid dripping out making the hairs around the opening smell even stronger than normal. I could not resist licking her pussy. The hairs felt like they were sticking to my tongue and it almost gagged me. At least my saliva soon plastered her hair against her skin. That woke Granny up and she spread her legs making it easer for me to get my tongue into her pussy. When I started licking her pussy she could not lay still. She was moving her big behind around on the bed like there were ants crawling all over her. It was all I could do to keep my mouth on her pussy. For the strangest reason I actually enjoyed getting my face covered in her juices. When she climaxed she wrapped her legs around my neck. Her fat thighs muffled the sound of her moaning and calling me all kinds of dirty things. Even though I didn't understand everything she was saying it made me feel sexy. When it was all over there was not a lot of talking as we bathed and got dressed. It was not until a couple of days later that Granny sat down with me and asked me if I could really handle a sexual relationship with her. I answered a little too quickly. She placed her finger on my lips and told me think about it a day or two before I answered. There were things I would have to understand about her. I could not understand what she was talking about. To make it simpler she told me that she had always been a lesbian. I only had a vague idea what that meant. I had thought that all lesbians dressed like men so you could tell they were lesbians. How could my beloved grandmother have been married and mothered my father and been a lesbian? Granny started stroking my hair and shoulders. She assured me that there were plenty of people out there that had same sex relations and still lived otherwise normal lives. While she was talking her hands slid down my body and I felt her hands graze my nipples through my jersey top. The thrill was electric. I was in no shape to argue with her. To prove her point she told me to come to her house after school the next day. I had no idea why she wanted me to stop by but I sure wanted to find out what was on her mind. I made sure to tell my mother that I was going to catch the school bus to go visit her after school. I got the normal bull shit about spending too much time at her house but all she ended up saying was that I better get my homework done or I would be in serious trouble. When the school bus got to the corner of the street Granny lived on I got off of the bus and walked down the street to her house. When I got close to her house I saw a couple of cars in the driveway. As I got closer and got a good look at them I recognized the cars. They belonged to women in Granny's bridge club. I was disappointed that all she was going to be doing was playing cards. When I opened the door and let myself in I found the ladies in the parlor and the folding table was set up. The ladies were all sitting around talking. There was Mrs. Butler, one of Granny's neighbors, Mrs. Mayfield, the owner of the first car in the driveway, Mrs. Reynolds, and Mrs. Wheeler, the owner of the other car in the driveway. Three of the four ladies were grandmothers too. Mrs. Butler was built a lot like my Granny and she was a German known for her pastries. Mrs. Mayfield was a rather tall woman that had a pretty good figure. She was the vainest member of the group. She bleached her hair if an effort to defy her age. Mrs. Reynolds was a skinny little woman about the same age as Granny but did not drive a car. She had to rely on the kindness of others to get around. Mrs. Wheeler was a little chubby and the daughter of Mrs. Butler. They were gathered around the card table and were already playing cards. They had not played bridge in years. When Texas Hold'm had become popular on television they switched to the popular form of seven card stud. It was a faster game. They used poker chips to bet with but at the time I did not know what the stakes were. Granny was fussing around as the host seeing that they had what they wanted to drink and the chip bowls were full and replenishing the dip bowls. Some of the ladies smoked and she was emptying the ashtrays as they were filled. She was playing the host and didn't get to play cards. When I arrived, the ladies all insisted that I move around the table and kiss each one on the cheek in greeting. Of course Mrs. Mayfield insisted on kissing me on the mouth. After I had made the rounds Granny announced that her granddaughter had joined the ranks of Sappho. There was an outburst of applause from the women. I had never heard the word she had used but I suspected what it meant and blushed. I was standing next to Mrs. Reynolds and I felt her hand touch the back of my knee and run up the inside of my thigh. I froze when her hand actually came to rest on the crotch of my panties. I could not believe this sweet little old lady that had always been the perfect host and never hinted that she was such a lecherous woman had her hand under my skirt playing with my pussy. Granny went on to say, "Ladies the stake of the game today is the winner gets my granddaughter. You can take her to the bedroom or do whatever you want right here in the parlor." I could not believe what my grandmother was saying. I was going to be the prize in a card game. What could she be thinking? What were these women going to do with me? I had known all of them all of my life. They had all been nice to me almost like they were part of our family. I had never thought about them even being sexual except for Mrs. Mayfield. Even I could see that she wanted to be younger than she was and a vamp. I just never connected her attempt to be sexy as being for the benefit of women. Granny interrupted my daydreaming by handing me a bowl and telling me to go to the kitchen and make a guacamole dip and fill a bowl with corn chips. I was mixing fresh smashed avocados and cream cheeses with Grandma's homemade salsa. There were bags of natural corn chips and some red and green ones. When I entered the parlor I almost dropped the bowls because all five women were as naked as the day they had been born. Granny told me to please serve the chips and dip. I filled each woman's bowl with a mix of three colored chips and laid the dip in a central location. I could not take my eyes off of the women. I had seen my Granny naked before but had never imagined the other four women naked before. Mrs. Butler was not as gray as Granny but her breasts were every bit as large as hers. Her breasts were full and round. The areolas were no larger than a woman with breasts half her size. Her nipples were normal sized. I could not get a good look at her crotch because of the card table. The most noticeable thing about her aging skin was the wrinkles and loose, sagging skin under her chin. Mrs. Mayfield was no surprise at all. She had the dry sagging skin that goes with age but her breasts were firm cones, at lead a D cup. (I learned later that she had small breasts and had breast implants after her husband passed away.) Everyone thought she tried to look like a teenager because she wanted to attract men. There were only a select number of local women that knew the truth. You had to admit the tits were right on beautiful. The bottle blond hair just looked too harsh. It gave her the look of an old hooker that would not admit she was too old to be working. Mrs. Reynolds was not much taller than me. If it were not for her face and the dry sagging skin she could be mistaken for a child herself. Her figure was good for her size. Her breasts were just the right size for her body. Mrs. Wheeler was close to the age of my mother. The full round figure made her look much younger. There were no winkles on her body, because, let's face it, she was fat. Her hair was dark brown and very nice looking. She had a smile that was disarming. She was divorced and had two daughters. The oldest was 13 and the younger one was 10. I was standing there like a fool so Granny swatted me on the ass hard to get me out of my stupor. After I had done as I was told by Granny to get undressed, I felt foolish getting undressed in front of my granny's friends but I didn't want to incur her wrath. I peeled off my school clothes and discarded them, as I was directed. All of the women were staring at me. Granny took me by the arm while I was standing next to Mrs. Reynolds and forced me to my knees. She made me get under the card table and pulled me between Mrs. Butler's legs. All of the women had to pull their feet under their chairs to give me enough room under the table. It was almost like looking at my grandmother's body. She had to spread her legs to give me room to get between her legs. Mrs. Butler was unable to participate in the next few hands of the card game while I sucked her pussy. Apparently Mrs. Mayfield had removed her shoes because I could feel her stocking toe rubbing my little pussy while I was sucked the gray haired pussy. Mrs. Butler was making all kinds of nasty comments about what I was doing to her pussy. It was a wonder the other three could continue to play cards. When Mrs. Butler climaxed I was pushed to the right. I was being turned clockwise to service the second lady. It was just as well because that was Mrs. Mayfield. Her stocking clad toe was driving me crazy. She may have identified with being a blond but her pubic hair gave testimony to the fact that she was a brunet. It was her turn to pass on the next few hands while she fucked my face with her pussy. There was nothing shy about her letting everyone know what I was doing to her pussy. When she was finished it was time to move on. Turning to the right again I was between the legs of Mrs. Reynolds. She was such a tiny little old woman that she hardly filled the seat of her chair and if she sat back in the chair her feet would only reach the floor if she put her toes down. When I sucked her gray pussy she rested her legs over my back and they were light. I could not believe just how wet she was. She was not as talkative as the others but she let me know how much she was enjoying what I was doing by stroking my hair. When she was finished she moved her legs and pushed my head away. Mrs. Wheeler was the last one. Being the youngest woman at the party her skin was moist and smooth. The fact that she was a chubby woman made her skin like that of a baby. She must have slipped one of Granny's mints in her pussy while I was sucking the other ladies because when I stuck my tongue in her pussy it tasted like mint. She was not as talkative as her mother but everyone sure knew when she came because she kicked the table spilling all of the stacks of chips. Granny pulled me out from under the table. All of that pussy juice was starting to dry on my face but Granny was licking it off of my face while she kissed me. She was also sticking a finger up my pussy and jilling me. There was nothing to do but keep the ladies in chips, drinks and cigarettes until the game was over. Mrs. Wheeler was the first one to lose all of her chips. She moved away from the table and took her food with her to a couch. Mrs. Butler was the next to exit the game. She sat by her daughter and cuddled up with her while she stroked her pussy. The game was down to Mrs. Mayfield and Mrs. Reynolds. I watched the game carefully because the winner was going to be using me. Mrs. Mayfield was an aggressive better and Mrs. Reynolds was much more reserved. They were exchanging chips back and forth. Reynolds didn't show any emotion but now and then she would pull on an ear nervously. A couple of times when she did that Mrs. Mayfield would bump the ante and win. When Mrs. Reynolds had a slight lead she pulled on her ear when all of the cards were turned showing 3, 9, jack and king, king. There was only the one pair. Mrs. Mayfield got a grin on her face and pushed all of her chips in with the statement, "I'm all in." She turned her hole cards over showing she had a deuce, king, giving her three of a kind. Mrs. Reynolds flipped her hole cards over and her two cards were a 10 and a queen. That gave her a king high straight. Mrs. Mayfield had been taken in by her fake ear pull. That ended the game. Mrs. Reynolds stood up and took hold of my hand and led me to Granny's bedroom. I was pleased because I figured Mayfield would have been harder to please. Little did I know! Mrs. Reynolds sat on the bed with me and we started kissing while she stroked my naked pussy. She masturbated me until I could not stand it any longer. Her next move was to stack a couple of pillows up and then place me across them with my butt in the air. I wondered what she had in mind. I thought she was going to spank me but when she used both hand to spread the cheeks of my ass she blow air against my asshole. I almost peed from the feeling but that was just the start. She licked me from my small little vulva to my asshole. When she reached it she drilled her tongue into my ass. I almost passed out before she was finished. While I recovered she sat with her back against the headboard and pulled me up to her lap and pulled my head right to her breasts. I was sucking on her tit like a baby until I my jaw was sore. Then it was my turn to suck her pussy again. Only she also wanted her ass licked too. I had never licked an asshole before. I thought I would be repulsed by the smell but found that her ass smelled rather sweet. I was exhausted by the time she was satisfied. When we returned to the parlor the four women were paired up and still enjoying cuddling because they had done whatever they had been doing. There was another round of applause because they could tell that I was spent. It was late and everyone had to get dressed to go home. The parties got even more interesting when Mrs. Wheeler brought along her daughters. I became friends with them and they introduced me to their friends. At least my Mom stopped given me grief about spending all of my time at Grandma's. Everything was going just fine until my father got laid off and had to take a job in another state. That was when I had a fit and insisted that I wanted to stay in the school district I had always been in. The only way I could do that was to live with my Granny. My mother put up a fight but I won out in the end. From the day my parents moved away I shared Granny's bed. Weekends were great fun. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com