Grandmother Joann Pt. 02

I wrote the first part to this story years ago, on an Iphone 5 or 6 mind you, and while sitting my living room with two other friends. Both of which had zero idea I was dipping my toes into my very first fantasy fauxcest story. I should also mention thats the three of us had all diagnosed and heavily medicated ourselves to combat a one say battle with ADHD that evening. That should explain a lot of the grammatical errors and what have you. Anyway, thank you for the kind words on chapter 1 and thank you very much for finding yourselves right here, right now reading the follow up. For the record, I will be writing this from an IPhone 14 however I will not be heavily medicated, yet I hope to keep the same energy. Enjoy!

Ch 1

The following week was a blur. Wave after wave of confusion, trying to process and make sense of what happened this past sunday evening. There was even a few times where I almost convinced myself that I had conjured up a dream after perusing Literotica for several hours before bed but alas, I couldn't have been more wrong. This past Sunday evening I had dinner with my Grandmother Joann in what was meant to be a bit of it a celebration for graduating high school. After dinner, however the evening took a very sharp turn toward what I can only describe as debauchery to the umpteenth degree. My grandmother excused herself to check her email only to find that her grandson and forgot to close the tabs to that his porn session that consisted of shapely Grandmother's in very precarious situations with their young stud, college aged grandsons.

Not only that, minutes later I would find myself in my very own precarious situation with my very shapely and curvaceous grandmother. To say that I remained confused as the next two days came and went would be a gross understatement. That confusion would be grow even more so as she and I had made plans to have "leftovers" the following evening; the day before my mother was to return from her business trip to Charlotte. However my grandmother was nowhere to be found nor could she be reached. This had my anxiety through the roof as this was way out of character for her. The implications stemming from said incestuous encounter had ran through my mind on an endless loop had me paranoid that something truly awful was going to come from the hypothetical second thoughts I convinced myself she was having. Before I had any sort of answers to my conundrum, my mother's Uber was dropping her off in front of our home.

Jet lagged and worn down from her weekend of conference calls and deals being worked out well into the evenings, not to mention how those workdays were religiously followed up with endless streams of dirty martinis. My mom has never been one to kiss and tell, especially to her son, but ive heard enough stories from eavesdropping to put my money on her rarely going to her room alone after landing a huge deal and the celebratory drinks that followed. Landing a huge deal like getting high on a drug, but it also seems to lead people to lose their inhibitions as well. And with my mother being a curvaceously thick and out going woman, I can only imagine the men she works with love it when they strike gold. To believe shes not out there living her best life while on the road would be an out and out lie. But nonetheless, I try to always keep things simple between she and I. But this week had been one that I could not hide away so easily.

"How was the trip?" I nervously asked, clearly looking disheveled. I had barely slept the past two days and even she noticed the fatigue well worn into my face.

"It was great honey, but if I'm honest, my feet and back are cooked. What's with you? No offense, but you look like death warmed over. Are you coming down with something?" she asked as the motherly look of concern washed over her face. "Did you sleep at all while I was gone?" Now she was grabbing my cheeks and feeling my forehead searching for any sign of a fever.

"I am fine Mom, really I am." I exclaimed. "Its Grandmother Joann" I said as the words poured from my mouth before my sleep addled brain could stop myself.

As quickly as the words came from my mouth my Mother replied "Whats wrong honey? I just spoke to her on the way home from the airport. She seemed fine or at least she didn't mention that anything was wrong. She did mention that she wanted you to come by tomorrow."

Relieved and feeling like at least some of the weight was lifted from my shoulders, "I didn't mean that she was the cause for me being so tired. I for some reason had just remembered that she wanted me to stop by. Sorry, ADHD brain" tapping my head and giving a goofy grin. "I am probably going to call it in early tonight, there's no telling what kind of work that woman is going to have doing tomorrow."

"Are you sure? I can call her back and let her know that you're not feeling well. I would hate for her to get sick" mom said With the furrowed brow and a worried look on her face.

"It's fine mom. I promise I am not sick. Besides she promised me leftovers the other day, and I was kind of excited about that." Knowing full well, Mom had no clue as to what I meant, my young body was aching for my Grandmothers leftovers.

"If you say so, kiddo. I am going to draw myself a bath and call it a night too. Please let me know if you need anything, I'll be just down the hall and I don't mind taking care of you. No matter how old you are, you're still my little boy ya know?"

As Mom was petting my head, i couldn't help but notice how her pillowy soft looking chest swayed back and forth when she sauntered across the living room to the stairs. With Mom's news of speaking to my grandmother, I could breathe a little easier however I was still slightly on edge. Hopefully tonight, I will get some much-needed rest. There's no telling what kind of work that woman was going to have me do tomorrow morning. However, I was yearning to be used by my grandmother again. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

As I made my way up the stairs toward my bedroom, I could hear my mother's TV on in her room and her bathtub filling up in the background. I needed to ask her if I could take the car in the morning before I went to sleep. I poked my head into her room, calling out her name to no answer. Her bathroom door was slightly ajar so I thought she may be able to hear me better if I move closer. To my surprise, as I got closer I saw my mother walk across the opening in her bathroom door, she was completely undressed, walking toward her bathtub. I watched as she stepped her tall, voluptuous body into her tub and slowly lower herself into a mountain of bubbles that were brewing in the steaming tub. As soon as I saw that she was covered by the bubbles I called out to her again "Mom?"

Startled, she bolted straight up, standing yet covered with bubbles "Is everything alright?!? Whats wrong?!?" thinking I was sick again.

"Woah, Mom... ummm I'm fine." Trying to avert my eyes and still get a peek. "You do realize you're naked right?"

"Yea, no shit! Do you realize you scared the bejeesus outta me and that you have a.... that you're uhhh... just look at your pants young man!"

What my Mom had noticed was the hard on making a tent in my gym shorts. I knew it was there, yet i had no idea what I was thinking. "Oh shit.... I'm sorry Mom. I just wanted to ask you about the uhh... just... nevermind!"

I closed the bathroom door and made a B line for my room where I shut and locked my door. I needed sleep. I wasn't thinking clearly. And if I was going to make anything worthwhile tomorrow with my Grandmother, I absolutely had to get some rest. As soon as I laid down, I was out like a light.

Ch 2

The next morning, I woke up to an empty house thankfully. I didnt want to start my day hashing out last nights awkward run in with Mom. I needed to focus, I needed all my faculties and every synapse firing on all cylinders if I was going to attempt a sequel to Sunday nights festivities with my Grandmother Joann. That woman is like tree bark toilet paper sometimes, She doesnt take shit off of nobody. And other times, well other times she fucks her grandson while watching grandma incest porn. It almost levels out to a degree.

Because I never asked my Mom for the car, she took off in it to run random errands which left me using the Nike Express to walk the few miles over to Joann's. It isn't a bad walk, but it did give me time to concoct some type of story or reason to get back inside the silky sweetness that made up my Grandmother's pussy. But despite the long walk, my big grandiose plan never came to fruition. I had nothing, I was going in with absolutely nothing and I couldn't be more terrified. In case you've not picked up on this, but my Grandmother Joann is a bit of a domineering woman and here I am looking like a calf, getting ready for the slaughter as I approach her door and knock.

"Well hello honey! I am glad you decided to pop over. I know youve called a few times but I have been just so busy this week" she says as shes leading me into her living room. On the coffee table she has her MacBook set up and open with the screen off, a cup of black coffee, and her cigarettes. "Please have a seat, talk to me."

"Yea, I tried calling a time or two" or ten I thought to myself. "I was ummm.... worried. I thought you were going to come back over with leftovers the next day. But I didn't hear from you at all. Is everything ok? I mean.... ya know, after Sunday night and all?" Stammering over my words like a bumbling idiot, Joann was looking at me waiting for me to stop talking when she lit a cigarette from her silver case.

"Everything is fine, why are you so worked up? Sunday night was fantastic. I do owe you a bit of a explanation, but lemme first tell you son, find your balls when speak to a lady. Get some confidence, even if its fake." My grandmother did not mince words, not for me, not for anyone. "I will say though, after Sunday evening I have found myself doing a bit of research, if you will, into that website you were using to watch those dirty movies I saw at your house."

My grandmother was looking into my soul with this look or so it seemed and I wasn't totally sure if it was a good or a bad thing.

As if she was reading my very thoughts she said "Look, I know you're nervous. I know this is awkward. But those movies I saw did something to me. Something changed in me when I saw those very young men fucking women who were my age. And even older" Joann said with a chuckle. "I think that was proven the moment I sat down on my own grandsons cock. I will admit though, as much as I wanted to come back the next day, and boy did I ever wanna come back and get another taste of that sweet meat of yours, I was a bit conflicted. Which is why I was avoiding your calls all week. I thought about what would happen if we were caught and how it would affect the family. Also, I thought of how it would affect our relationship. I needed to make sure I was ok with taking those precautions and risks. I need to know that you want this just as much as I do. If not, I will never speak another word and take what we did last Sunday to my grave. So what say you kiddo? Is this something that you and I will be exploring or shall it be stuffed way down and never to be thought of again and likely come with a bill from a therapist?"

As she laid all of this out, I realized there was more things to consider than I had previously thought about. This situation was so much more than just sex. Should anyone catch us and bring it to light, this could destroy my family. Something like this would have a lasting ripple affect that would put a dark mark on my name for years to come.

"First off, Grandmother, I would like say that you had me absolutely terrified all week. I couldn't sleep because my anxiety was through the roof. I almost took myself to an ER because I was sure that I was having a heart attack. Second, I've not been able to think about anything else. You not only made my most thought of fantasy come true, it was far better than I'd ever dreamed."

Joann sat there, waiting for me to stop talking until she finally says "Ok there lover boy, here's how this is going to go. You are not to say anything about this to anyone ever. Not a single peep. If you do, I will deny everything and claim you to be a sick pervert that needs serious help. I will not be made to look like some twisted sex fiend in my golden years. Follow that one simple rule and you and I will live out every sexual fantasy the two of us can conjure up. I will keep your young balls empty and you will have all the grandmother pussy at your beckoned call. Does that sound like something you can do? Can you keep your pretty little mouth shut?"

And just like that my grandmother made me a proposition that I simply could not refuse. I was about to be living out my inner most incestous fantasies with my own grandmother.

"I take the dumbfounded look on your face as you being in agreement. I want you here this Friday morning. You'll tell your mom that you will be helping me with some boxes that I have in the attic and that you will likely stay over. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." And so it begins.

Ch. 3

The sun was just rising as I pulled into Grandmother Joann's driveway, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. The house looked the same as always, with its quaint yellow siding and the blooming roses that lined the walkway. The sight brought a strange mix of comfort and trepidation as I thought about the week's events. I had spent the week trying to convince myself that the encounter with her was a figment of my overactive imagination, fueled by too much time on the internet. But deep down, I knew it was all too real.

I knocked on the door, my heart racing as I awaited her response. When she opened it, she was dressed in a way that made my pulse quicken and I thought to myself, "Is this my grandmother"? She wore a loose, white blouse that hinted at the fullness of her breasts and a pair of denim shorts that clung to her shapely thighs and down to the knee. Her silver hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her eyes gleamed with a mischief that I had never noticed before. She stepped aside to let me in, as she gave me a big hug. Her voluptuous figure pressed hard against me from my chest down.

As she pulled away she looked me dead in the eyes and said "Have you bathed since we had dinner?" she chuckled. "It's no matter, you will be working up a sweat today for sure."

Yep. That is definitely my grandmother alright.

Once inside, she led me into her cozy living room and demanded that I sit with her and enjoy the air conditioner before going into the attic. My anxiety was through the roof already after her last visit while my mom was away on work and the subsequent conversation we had a few days after. I sat down, trying to act nonchalant, but the anticipation was palpable. She took a seat next to me, her leg pressing against mine in a way that was unmistakably deliberate.

"Now, let's talk," she said, taking a drag from her cigarette and exhaling a plume of smoke.

"I know, your mother is always away for work. I've always said she was a hard working woman, especially after your father left like he did. Thats why I never mind stopping by when shes away to make sure her house is still there and that you've eaten a decent meal" she said her voice low and sultry. "But I never in a million years thought I would see the kind of things that you were looking at on your computer."

She leaned in closer, as if someone might hear her and said "But let's be honest here, the sight of those women who were around my age with those younger guys turned my legs into jell-o. I've been with younger men before but they were half my age, not my grandsons age."

I couldn't speak. I'd like to think that i was sitting there cool, calm and collected, but no. I sat there shaking like a dog shitting hammer handles.

"Look, I know you're probably feeling pretty conflicted right now." she said with a wicked smile that made me feel like I was going to pass out. "But, we have to be careful. If anyone finds out, it could ruin everything. We can't let that happen. So, we keep this between us. Do you understand?"

Still sitting on her couch, slack jawed and loss for words, I eventually nodded, not trusting my voice to form coherent words. I could feel the heat from her body radiating onto mine and the smell of her perfume filled the space between us, making it difficult to think straight.

Looking through me, Joann asks "Your grandmother just told you that she wants you to show her all the dirty grandma/grandson movies and how she would love nothing more than to keep your young cock and balls empty by fucking and sucking you daily and all you can muster up is a head nod?"

We both burst into a belly laugh.

It was then that she places a hand on my back and the other on my thigh and said to me "I am still your grandmother, I love you more than anything, but after last week I also want as much of that gorgeous cock of yours that I can get."

Digging deep I say to her "I love you too grandmother."

I returned the gesture and placed my hand on her thigh to feel her soft leg through her denim shorts, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Good. Then it's settled. I want you to show me how to find all those dirty movies you were watching. I could never get passed all the pop ups on that website. Until then, take your shirt off and get started on those boxes in the attic. I want to oogle you for a bit before I take you to my bedroom and have my way with you."

I obeyed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. As I climbed the stairs to the attic, the heat of the day was trapped up there and I already felt sweat running down my chest and into the front of my shorts. I grabbed the boxes she had pointed at earlier and brought them down. She was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, her cigarette smoking away, watching me with a hungry gaze.

After moving several boxes, I asked my grandmother "So, what's in these boxes? Theres so many of them."

Joann replied, "If you must know, inside two of these boxes is my collection of lingerie that I've not wore in many years. And since I have a sweaty young man doing all this heavy lifting around my house without a shirt on, I figured that I could return the favor".

With a devilish grin grandmother asks me, "There are garter belts, stockings, cupless bras, and crotchless panties. They're all likely too small since I've gotten so thick and curvy over the years. You surely wouldn't mind seeing your ol' grandmother in something like that would you?"

Immediately, my cock begin to stir at the images coursing through my mind and since nothing gets passed my grandmother, she immediately took notice. "Judging by the bulge growing in your shorts, I'd think you wouldn't mind one bit" she cooed and sashshayed into the kitchen. "I'm feeling a bit peckish dear, what about you? Would you like a drink?"

While she was gone, I took a moment to collect myself and adjust my hard cock to a more comfortable position. My grandmother wanted me to watch porn with her, and not just any porn, she wanted to watch the same kind that I had been jerking off to, the kind with young studs and sexy matures while she traipsed around in crotchless panties.

When she returned with a plate of cheese and crackers, she was indeed wearing something that could only be described as scandalous for a woman of her age. She had on a black lace cupless bra that lifted her soft, ample bosom, the nipples standing erect and begging for attention. The matching panties were indeed crotchless, and she had paired them with a garter belt that held up a pair of sheer stockings and high heels. Her skin looked smooth and soft, a stark contrast to the harsh fabric that clung to her body. She saunters over to me, her hips moving in a way that suggested she was more than comfortable with her new attire.

The lingerie was definitely designed for someone younger, but Grandmother Joann wore it with a confidence that was incredibly alluring. Her stomach was round and full. Her thighs, now fully exposed, were thick and inviting, leading up to the triangle of silver and black hair that was meticulously trimmed, hinting at what lay beneath. Her ass jiggled greatly as she moved, the cheeks plump and begging to be squeezed. Despite her age, she had a certain sexiness that was undeniable.

As she handed me the plate, she leaned in close, her breasts spilling out of the bra. "So, have you found any new good dirty movies lately?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.

I couldn't help but stumble over my words as I tried to speak. "Well, there was this one video I saw last night," I began, trying to sound casual. "It was a chubby grandma who talked really dirty to her grandson while he fucked her. She was always calling him 'big boy' and telling him how much she liked his young cock."

Her eyes lit up as I spoke, and she took a seat on the couch beside me, her hand moving to my thigh and sliding her finger tips up and down my leg. "Oooh, tell me more," she purred, taking a bite of cheese. "What did she do to him?"

"Well," I began, my voice thick with excitement, "she started by undressing him, running her hands all over his chest and abs, like a greedy kid in a candy store. Then she got down on her knees and she started playing with his cock through his pants. She called him her 'sweet boy' and said she hadn't had a taste of his 'young meat' in ages." I could feel my own cock throb in response to the vivid scene playing out in my head. "Once she had him good and hard, she pulled down his pants and took him into her mouth. She was so hungry for it, like she hadn't had a man in years. The best part is when she told him how much she loved fucking her grandson".

Joann's breath grew heavier as she leaned in closer, her hand sliding up my thigh. "Mmhmm," she murmured, "and what did he do to her?" Her voice was a low rumble of desire that sent shivers down my spine.

"He took his time with her," I continued, my own breath quickening as the memory of the video played out in my mind. "He licked and kissed her all over, especially her big tits. She loved it when he played with them, calling him her 'good boy'."

Joann's hand squeezed my thigh harder, and she shifted in her seat, her own chest rising and falling with excitement.

"And then?" she prompted, leaning in so close that her breasts pushed against my arm. She reached her hand to the sweat soaked crotch of my cargo shorts and squeezed, then asked "Were you stroking this when you were watching it?"

"I was Grandmother, right in the same chair that we'd fucked in. Mom was in bed so I had the computer to myself downstairs. I was completely naked, stroking my cock and rubbing my hand across my asshole."

At this moment, Joann's hand slipped from my thigh to my cock, giving it a firm squeeze. "You were, were you?" she whispered, her breath hot on my neck.

Joann's face was flushed, her eyes wide with lust. The sight of her arousal was like a switch being flipped inside me.

I felt my own inhibitions melt away as I took a deep breath and leaned into her touch. "Yeah, Grandmother. I couldn't help myself. The thought of doing all those things I was watching on the screen to you was just too much."

Without any further warning, I reached out and took one of her big, soft tits in my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. Her gasp was music to my ears, and I leaned in to kiss her deeply, our tongues dancing together as we both couldn't contain this any longer. Her hand on my cock grew more insistent, stroking me through the fabric of my shorts.

As we kissed, she reached behind her to unhook the lacy cups of her bra, allowing her breasts to spill out into my eager hands. I kneaded them gently, feeling the weight and warmth of her flesh, the nipples pebbling under my touch. The scent of her perfume mingled with the faint musk of arousal, filling my nostrils and driving me wild.

Breaking the kiss, I guided her to the couch, pushing her down onto her stomach. She let out a little moan as I bent her over the armrest, her legs spreading apart in silent invitation. I took a moment to drink in the sight of her lush, round ass, the cheeks framing the gap in her crotchless panties. I could see the glistening wetness of her pussy, already begging for my attention.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the waistband of her panties and slid them down, revealing her completely bare pussy and her tight, puckered asshole. The scent of her arousal hit me like a wave, and I felt my cock throb painfully in response. I dropped to my knees, planting a firm, wet kiss on one cheek of her ass before moving to the center to lick along her slit. She tasted sweet and salty, a delicious mix of sweat and desire.

"You dirty boy, you. You love licking your grandmothers holes don't you? Mmmmm your tongue feels so good." She managaed to say between her deep moans.

Joann's words sent a shiver down my spine as I continued to explore her with my mouth. I had never been so intimate with someone, let alone my grandmother, but the way she talked to me, the way she moaned my name, it was like a drug that I couldn't get enough of. I licked her pussy with a fervor that I had never experienced before, savoring the taste of her. My tongue danced around her clit, flicking and circling until she was bucking her hips against me, begging for more.

Her hands were in my hair, holding me in place as she ground herself against my face. "Oh, baby," she moaned, "you're making Grandmother feel so good. I love having my sweet boy's mouth on me." The words were like gasoline on the fire of my lust. I slid a finger inside her, feeling how wet and tight she was, and she gasped, pushing back against my hand. "Yeah, just like that," she panted, "just like that, baby. Show me how much you love your dirty old Grandmother."

I pulled back and slid my cock out of my shorts, the head glistening with precum.

She looked back over her shoulder at me, a look of pure need in her eyes. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck your Grandmother's tight pussy."

With trembling hands, I guided my cock to her waiting hole and pushed in, feeling her warm, wet folds envelop me. She was so much tighter than any girl my age, and the sensation was overwhelming. She moaned my name as I began to thrust, my cock disappearing into her with every stroke.

"Oh, Grandmother," I groaned, feeling my balls slap against her plump thighs. "Your pussy feels so good."

She pushed back against me, her movements urging me deeper. Her hands were busy playing with her own tits, pinching and rolling the nipples, her moans growing louder with every thrust. "You're such a good boy," she murmured, "always eager to fill your Grandmother's cunt."

Her words were like a siren's call, urging me to lose control. I grabbed her hips, slammed into her, and listened to the delicious sound of her moans filling the room. The sight of her plump ass bouncing with every thrust was too much to handle.

"Fuck me harder," she demanded, "I want to feel your cock in my stomach."

Her filthy words were a catalyst, igniting a wildfire within me. I pounded into her with all the pent-up lust and desire that had been festering since our last encounter. Each time my cock sunk into her, she let out a guttural moan that resonated deep in my core. Joann's nails dug into the couch, leaving little half-moons in the fabric, as she pushed back into me, eager for more.

The tension grew unbearable. My balls tightened, and the base of my cock began to pulse with the promise of an explosive release. I could feel it building, the pressure rising like a volcano ready to erupt.

"Grandmother," I panted, "I'm gonna cum."

Her only response was a throaty chuckle, "Cum for me, baby. Fill me up like the good boy you are."

And with that, I lost it. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body as I emptied into her. My cum shot out of her pussy as I pulled out, painting the inside of her thighs and dripping onto the couch.

As I came down from the high, she pushed herself up onto her elbows, her face flushed with excitement.

"Look at the mess you've made," she said with a wink, turning to look at the sticky mess between her legs. She reached down and scooped some of my cum onto her fingers, bringing them to her mouth and licking them clean with a slurp. "Mm, you taste just like I imagined."

Her phone on the side table buzzed to life, the screen lighting up with a picture of my mother. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze.

"Don't worry, baby," she said, patting my thigh reassuringly. "I've got this." She answered the call with a casual "Hey, darling," her voice as sweet as honey.