Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2019 01:04:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Grandmother knows best (Lesbian/Adult Youth)

Grandmother knows best

By cs.unwin

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I was only 10 when I had my first sexual experience.

That year we were to drive from Reading to Bristol to my uncle's for
Christmas dinner. He wasn’t really my uncle, he was Bob, my
step-dad’s brother.

Mum and Bob had been together for a couple of years at that time. Bob's
mother lived nearby; she was a was a widow and gave her a lift to Bristol.

On Christmas morning we got in our car and picked up grandmother, and set
out on the motorway, parents in the front seat, grandmother and me in the
back. Bob was then in his 40s and I suppose Grandmother would have been in
her late 60s or early 70s. She was short and quite plump around the waist
and on her bottom. Her boobs I remember as being quite large and pushing
out like half melons. She wore her grey hair short, just touching the ears,
as many women that age do.

At 10 years old I was a bit tall for my age and flat as a plank. There was
no sign on my body that puberty was around the corner, even though I
checked myself in the mirror nearly every day for any sign.

That day we were all dressed up in our best for Christmas dinner. I wore a
dress and knee socks; for some reason I can't remember why I wasn't wearing
tights. Perhaps it wasn't very cold that year.

Grandmother sat very close to me, I could feel the warmth of her body and
her large thighs pushing against my much smaller ones. A few minutes into
the trip grandmother reached for a rug which had been lying under the back
window, opened it and spread it over out laps. I remember my parents and
grandmother maintained a lively conversation during the whole trip, as
travelers often do.

I was looking out of the window and watching the grey and green winter
scenery pass by when all of sudden I felt grandmothers plump warm hand on
my leg. I was frozen with surprise as her hand gently caressed my knee and
the inside of my thigh. I can't say it was unpleasant, but it felt strange
and forbidden; this was an adult touching me and a much older one. I did
not dare to move or resist - I let her hand gently caress me.

I suppose my lack of resistance encouraged grandmother because after a few
minutes her hand traveled up my thigh and came to rest on the gusset of my
nickers. While she was fondling me grandmother continued chatting with my
parents in the front seat. It was as if what was happening wasn't really
happening. On the other hand the warmth of her hand on my kitty was real
enough and felt nice.

After a while resting on my undies she began stroke my fanny in a gentle
circular motion and then her short fat fingers lifted the elastic leg band
and slid under and over my hairless young slit. Her practiced fingers found
my soft, plump crease and used the tips to gently probe inside. Unless you
count me wiping myself after using the toilet, no one had ever touched me
in that place before. Down there was still pretty much of a mystery to me.
As the suburbs passed by our window and grandmother kept chatting with my
Bob and Mummy, her fingers worked themselves up and down my crack. Before
long I felt a warm tingling sensation in my lower abdomen. When her fingers
found my small childlike clit, grandmother deftly drew a circle around it,
flicking the little bud deliberately every now and then. The tingling I had
felt turned a wave of warmth and pleasure which enveloped my whole body. It
was like a wave of energy had taken over and I felt rather faint.

When the dizzy spell passed I realized I was short of breath and my mother
had been staring at me. Grandmother's hand was no longer inside my nickers.

“Are you alright dear? Are you car sick?” Mummy asked.

“I'm OK.” I told her.

Grandmother put her arm around me and pulled me tight into her large soft
breasts. She took my small hand in her own, slid it under the blanket and
put it under her skirt between her fleshy thighs. I can't remember what I
was thinking; probably a mixture of curiosity and disbelief. She hadn’t
any underwear on so I soon found my hand pressed against her fat hairy
twat; she was using my hand to pleasure herself in the same way she had
pleasured me. My fingers became wet and slimy as she urgently thrust them
in between her dripping fat lips. I imagined I heard a squelching sound.  I
felt her body suddenly tense and she let out a deep breath. Mum and Bob
were no longer talking to her but discussing between themselves which exit
on the motorway to take.

Shortly after, we arrived at my uncle's and enjoyed our Christmas
dinner. Grandmother decided to stay in Bristol for the holidays and Bob,
Mum and I drove back to Reading without her.

Mummy and Bob divorced less than a month after Christmas and he left the
house, never to be seen again. I never saw grandmother again either, but
that trip in the car had a deep impact on me. I took every opportunity to
recapture that feeling grandmother had given me. It wasn't hard. I taught
myself how to masturbate by rubbing my little slit and circling my little
clit with my fingers.

Now that she was a single mother again, my Mum had to work, which meant I
always got home from school a couple of hours before she did. Although I
was forbidden from using her laptop when she wasn't not present, I easily
discovered her password. In addition to learning how to masturbate after
school I began to surf the internet to see what I could discover - which
was a lot. I found porn sites right away; all kinds of sites. I thought
naked men kind of gross looking and soon gravitated to lesbian porn sites.

Eventually I found a site call Old Nanny in which older women were paired
up with young girls. I found this really exciting and I began to masturbate
while fantasizing about the mature I saw naked.

When the summer holidays began Mum didn't want to leave her 11 year old
daughter alone in the house. She hired a procession of teenage girls and
older women to look after me during the day. The teens she hired spent most
of the time on their mobile phones and so I was free to amuse myself in my
mother's bedroom on the websites I had recently discovered.

The older ladies were not as hands-off. One of these, a middle age woman
named Mrs. Larch, caught me surfing porn sites. At least I think she did, I
probably left my browser open by accident and she guessed what I had been
doing.  Mrs. Larch looked like a younger version of grandmother. She was
plump with a large bottom and very large breasts. She often wore a thin
summer house coat which did nothing to hide her ample figure. One morning
she arrived shortly after Mum left and it was immediately obvious she was
not wearing a bra. Her large floppy boobs were hanging down nearly to her
waist and although her nipples were not hard, the dark aureoles were
clearly visible through the thin material. I couldn't keep my eyes off
them. While she served me breakfast I tried not to stare at her but did a
pretty poor job of it.

After preparing cereal and pouring me a glass of orange juice, Mrs. Larch
took a cup of coffee and perched on a bar-stool like chair at the counter
opposite me. Her house coat, which buttoned from the front, had slipped
open at the hem and the garment had ridden up her thick hips. The result of
which was that from where I was sitting I could see the nest of her dark
pubic hair. I had great difficulty taking my eyes off her and she must have
noticed because she said to me:

“Zoe, are you looking at my fanny?“

When I mumbled some excuse and tried to look away, Mrs. Larch said to me:

“It's all right dear, you can look as much as you like. I quite enjoy
it. Here, let me take off my house coat so you can have a proper look.“

With that she stood up and unbuttoned her house coat and let it slip to the
floor. She stood stark naked right in front of where I was sitting. Her
boobs were large and hung to her waist with large dark aureoles and small
nipples. Though the hair on head was grey, her pubes were dark brown and so
thick I could barely make out her pussy lips underneath.

“Do you like my breasts Zoe?” She asked. “They aren't as firm as
they used to be but I'm quite proud of them. Go ahead and touch them if you
want, I know you are dying to.”

Without waiting for me to respond she took my small hands and placed each
on a breast. I tried to squeeze them gently but she said:

“Don't worry dear! They aren't made of glass. You can squeeze them a
hard as you like. Would you like to suck on one my nipples?”

She cupped a breast in one hand and used the other to push my head so that
my face pushed against her soft skin. I opened my mouth and a semi-erect
nipple popped in. Instinctively I began to suck on it.

“That's a good girl Zoe. You go ahead and suck granny's tits. You do
what granny tells you and we will get along fine. You are granny's
girlfriend now.” She said as she stroked my hair.

We stayed like that for a while, me sucking and squeezing Mrs. Larch's
breasts, and she stroking my hair and telling me what a good girlfriend I
was.

After what seemed like an age, Mrs. Larch disengaged my face from her boob,
picked me up in her arms and carried me to my bedroom. There she lifted me
onto my bed and lay down beside me. The two of us could barely fit on the
narrow mattress and we were squeezed against each other. Mrs. Larch lowered
her lips to mine and began kissing me. I responded eagerly and when I did
she pushed her tongue in my mouth. She tasted of coffee but I found the
intimacy thrilling. I felt a warm and tingling sensation in my fanny.

I felt her warm hand slide up under my t-shirt and onto skin of my
tummy. Her fingers found their way to my small but budding nipples, which
she squeezed and pinched very gently. Then I felt her fingers fumble with
the buttons of my jeans, and in an instant they were open and her hand had
slid down onto my hairless young fanny.

Mrs. Larch stopped kissing and said: “Oh darling, what sweet young fanny
you’ve got. Granny loves young fannies and you will be my lovely young
girlfriend won't you? I know you will because Granny has seen those naughty
videos you’ve been watching.”

I became sick with embarrassment and just wanted to run away and
hide. Mrs. Larch wouldn't let me; she held me tight in her arms as I
struggled to get free.

“Yes, you are a dirty little girl...But granny loves dirty little
girls. Granny loves having a dirty little girlfriend and she promises she
won't tell a soul about the videos.”

I was young but not stupid and her unspoken threat was not lost on me. I
was in her power and if I didn't behave to her liking she would tell my
Mum. At that point I gave up and surrendered to the pleasure I was getting
from her fingers on my young little twat.

Mrs. Latch rose to her knees and undressed me. I was of course embarrassed
to be naked; I didn't think there was anything about my flat and thin body
anyone would like: no boobs, little in the way of hips and not a single
hair between my legs. But I was wrong about that. Mrs. Larch was
enraptured. She began to gush:

“Oh what a beautiful girl you are Zoe! Granny thinks you are absolutely
splendid. We are going to have a lot fun together. Have you ever had your
fanny licked?”

I told her I hadn't. But I didn't tell her I had seen it done in countless
video and spent many hours imagining it and rubbing myself at the thought.

Mrs. Larch pushed herself to the bottom of the bed, spread my legs, lifted
them slightly and brought her face close to my hairless young twat. I could
feel her warm breath down there and I tingled with anticipation. Then I
felt her hot wet tongue make its deliberate way up and down my slit. She
explored every surface and crevice before finally resting on my little bud
of a clitoris. This she placed between her lips and gently sucked. I felt
as if something was going to erupt inside me and for a moment I think
briefly I fainted with excitement.  When I came to, Mrs. Larch was looking
at me from between my legs and smiling broadly.

“Did you have a nice little cummie dear?”

I could only nod in agreement.

“It's time for Grannie to have her cummie. Will you help love?”

I nodded again.

“Let’s change places.” She said.

Mrs. Larch lay on the bed with her legs spread and knees bent. I slid to
the floor and leaned over to have a good look at her pussy. It was the
first I had ever seen and I was fascinated. Her dark bush had opened
revealing thick lips which dangle from the sides of her wide open slit. The
insides were pink and glistening and I could see right into her hole. Her
puckered arsehole was clearly visible ringed with long dark hairs and all
her bits were crowned by large pink clit about the size of a pencil eraser
which was partly hooded by fold of thick skin.

“Go ahead and touch whatever you like Zoe. This is the real thing; not
like to films you've been watching.”

Shy as I was I needed no further encouragement. I traced the outline of her
open pussy with my fingers. It felt similar to my own but it was someone
else's. What a thrill! When I touched the shiny pink dome of her exposed
clit, Mrs. Larch shuddered.

“Give it a lick Zoe, have a little suck!” She moaned.

I ran my tongue over her clit. More moaning ensued. After a few more
well-placed licks I pursed my lips around the protrusion and began to suck
very gently. If she was as sensitive there as I was I had to be
careful. More moans and gasping resulted.

Mrs. Larch urged me: “Put your fingers in my hole and frig me pet. Deep
as you can.”

I complied immediately. My two small fingers slid into her wet slimy hole
as if they had been sucked in. My knuckles brushed against the entrance. I
used them to push in and out and heard a loud squelching noise.

“Put your whole fist inside love, and keep sucking on my little
man. Shag me hard Zoe, it's all right you won't break anything.”

I followed her instructions and marvelled at what it felt like inside. I
had only a rudimentary knowledge of female anatomy and I'm sure I hadn't a
clue as to what I was doing. But I soon found the timbre of her moans were
a great guide: whatever made her groan louder I kept doing and pushing
harder. Eventually her thighs began to quiver as a powerful orgasm overcame
her. I pulled my fist out and watched as her vagina emitted a clear liquid,
somewhere between a trickle and a gush. At first I thought it was wee, but
it wasn't yellow and didn't smell.

“That's my cum juice Zoe.” She told me. “I don't cum like that
very often love. That's all you’re doing, you're a wonderful little
lover. Now go fetch a towel so we can clean it up.”

I hastened to the bathroom to get a towel, fairly bursting with pride at
the compliment, and feeling awfully grownup.  When I returned to my room,
Mrs. Larch cleaned up the bed and then sat down and placed the towel over
her lap. Come and sit here she directed. I climbed up and sat on her broad
thighs.

She kissed me on my face and asked: “Have you ever put your finger
inside your fanny, Zoe?”

I told her I hadn't and she said: “I think you're missing a lot of fun
love. Granny's going to make sure you get as much fun as she does.”

And with that she began to expertly stroke my hairless little clamshell. I
began to feel the familiar tingling and leaned into her, wrapping my arms
around her big soft body.

Mrs. Larch paused for a moment and spit saliva onto her hand and used it to
lubricate my hairless young slit. It felt wonderful; the tingling began to
increase and it was as if I could feel nothing but the escalating pressure
between my legs. I was vaguely aware that Mrs. Larch's finger was pressing
against the tiny opening I knew to be my vag, and I heard her disembodied
voice announce:

“Granny's going to break your maidenhead love. It's going to hurt a
little but I promise you will feel better afterwards.”

Suddenly I felt pressure and a sharp pain as her finger penetrated my body
for the first time. I struggled briefly but Mrs. Larch held me tightly with
one arm and began frigging my poor little vag with the other. Another
sensation quickly replaced the pain as waves of intense pleasure flooded my
lower regions for the first time. I used my own fingers to rub my clit,
harder than I had before and I was soon shaking a quivering in the throes
of an orgasm.

The first thing I noticed when I came back to earth was a little blood on
the towel.

“I'll put it in the wash with some other things. Mrs. Larch said. You
tidy up your bed and get dressed. Your mum will be home soon and we
wouldn't want her to learn our little secret.”

“Nooo!” I exclaimed, and set about making the bed.

When I went to the kitchen, Mrs. Larch was there and had gotten ready to
leave. I noted that she had found a bra somewhere and I guess she had put
on some nickers. When Mum arrived home Mrs. Larch left, but not without
giving me a wink. Mum asked what kind of day I had, and I told her:
“Boring!”

But I suddenly realized that I had been shagging all day and that Mum might
notice I reeked of sex. I needed a bath. While I was in the tub I couldn't
help touching myself.

“God!” I thought. “I have turned into a proper little sex maniac.”

The next few days passed slowly. Summer holidays can be really boring if
you don't have anything to do. My babysitters were the usual teenagers who
were glued to their phones. I tried flirting with one or two of them but
they just looked at me like I was retarded.

One day Mum announced she couldn't find a teenager and Mrs. Larch was
coming to babysit. She hoped I didn't mind, but she hadn't any choice. I
pretended to be disappointed, but I was secretly overjoyed.

The following day, when Mrs. Larch arrived, she took me into her arms and
kissed me as soon as Mum left. It was a deep French kiss and she pushed her
large soft body against mine. I went for her breasts and began to fondle
them. Mrs. Larch reached under the short summer dress I had worn especially
for her. Her hand discovered my hairless little fanny, unencumbered by
nickers.

“Oh Zoe! You naughty little thing. You know exactly what Granny
likes!” She said and began to fondle my little slit.

“Granny has a surprise for you today.” She said.  “I have brought
a little friend for you to play with?”

“A friend?” I asked, feeling pangs of jealousy in the pit of my
stomach.

“Don't worry, you'll love her. I think that's her at the door right
now.”

Just then I heard the doorbell ring. Mrs. Larch opened the door to admit a
pretty Asian looking girl who looked to be 14 or 15 - a couple of years
older than I was.

“Zoe, say hello to Jasmina. She's a lovely girl I have been babysitting
for ages. And of course she's quite naughty like you are.”

Jasmina was the same height as I was, with black shoulder length hair and
cafe-au-lait coloured skin. Her figure was much more developed: she had
nice boobs and softly rounded hips. I thought her awfully pretty.

“Hello Zoe.” Jasmina said and enveloped me in a hug. “Granny's
told me so much about you but she didn't say how pretty you are. I can't
wait to get to know you better!” She said, holding onto me. I was
conscious of her boobs pushing into my chest and the faint smell of her
scent.

“Look Jasmina, Zoe's all ready for us.” Mrs. Larch said and she
lifted up my dress to display my bare pussy.  “Can I lick it?”
Jasmine gushed. “Can I lick it please.”

“Of course.” Mrs. Larch said quickly, and without asking my
permission started to unbutton my dress and lift it up over my shoulders.

“Up on the table and show her your fanny.” Mrs. Larch said to me.

She lifted me onto the table, opened my legs wide and found a cushion for
my head. Far from being put out, I was happy to be moved around just like a
doll. Mrs. Larch began to kiss my face and neck and worked her way down to
my hard little nipples. Meanwhile I felt Jasmina's warm, wet tongue between
my legs, sliding its' way up and down my slit.

Then I felt her finger slide into my hole.

Since Mrs. Larch had taken my hymen, I hadn't been shy about using my hole
to pleasure myself. I'd used my fingers, a toothbrush handle and a candle
to frig myself. I liked the candle best; it was a white tapered kind Mum
saved for dinner parties. At first I used the thin end, but found the thick
end better. After a while the wax would warm up to body temperature and
feel softer.

Jasmina was using her finger to pump in and out while she licked and sucked
my clit. As I felt my cum happen I couldn't help thinking: here I am, not
yet 12 years old, a pretty 15 year old sucking on my pussy and a woman old
enough to be my granny sucking on my sensitive little nipples. I was in
heaven.

While Jasmina's tongue and finger were making me cum, Mrs. Larch had
removed the Asian girl's clothes. With one hand she stroked Jasmina's
breasts and with other rubbed her fanny.

“Jasmina needs her twat licked Zoe.” I want you two girls to change
places. I just love watching a pretty young pussy get sucked.”

I followed her instructions and got off the table. Jasmina got up in my
place and opened her legs wide, giving me an amazing view of her fanny. It
was light brown like her skin except for on the edges which were
darker. And she had only very small flaps which were darker still and so
was the skin covering her clit. She didn't have a lot of hair on her fanny,
but what she had was dark black, thick and straight. When I came close and
spread her lips apart with my fingers I saw her vag hole: it was dark pink.

Jasmina was spread-eagle on the table and I was leaning over naked, face
buried in her twat and oblivious to everything but the warm, sweet smelling
flesh I was licking.

I felt a hand on my backside and then a finger push into my vag. It felt
good so I pushed back. Suddenly the finger was replaced by something large
and rubbery. I tried to turn my head to see what it was, but at that moment
Jasmina used her thighs and hands to pin my head in place.

I started to panic a little, and then I felt as if my insides were being
split in two. The rubber thing had been pushed deep inside me and it
hurt. I cried and tried to get free but it was no use; I was pinned at both
ends.

“Just take it easy love.” I heard Mrs. Larch say. “As soon as you
get used to it you won't ever want to stop!”

The thing in my vag was moving back and forth and though it still hurt, I
was beginning to notice new and pleasurable sensations. I understood that
Mrs. Larch was shagging me with some kind of enormous dildo. I had seen
those in films. And she was probably wearing it and thrusting with her
hips.

Mrs. Larch used her free hand to rub my clit and it wasn't long before I
was enjoying it. I began pushing back as she thrust forward and could feel
the end hitting me somewhere in my insides. Then I felt my insides explode
and I was getting too much sensation to handle. I had to stop and the only
way I could was to fall to the floor where I lay gasping.

Mrs. Larch lifted me up and put me on the couch where I lay nearly
catatonic. My vag ached, but it was a delicious pain.

While I lay there I watched Mrs. Larch and Jasmina take turns shagging each
other with the dildo. It was a thick white thing nearly ten inches long and
moulded to resemble a penis. When Jasmina put the strap around her waist it
looked comical because the penis thing looked so big on her small frame it
nearly hung down to her knees.

I later learned that Mrs. Larch had groomed several girls like me around
the neighbourhood, some shockingly young. I met and shagged most of them
and even brought a couple of my friends to Mrs. Larch so that she could
enjoy them.

I am an adult now and Mrs. Larch is long gone. I am ever so grateful to her
that she helped me explore my sexuality and I always strive to do the same
whenever I have the chance.

The end