Grandma Jean Ch. 02

CHAPTER 2: ACCEPTANCE

We never did go for a run. After the second fuck, we cuddled and dozed again. I woke first again, and, once again, I began fondling her breasts while spooned against her.

When she stirred, "Hmm, can we just stay like this? Fuck, sleep, and repeat?" she asked as she wiggled closer against me.

"No," I replied with a chuckle, "I would get soft and flabby without exercise. You'd find me unattractive and go find someone else."

She rolled in my arms. I lost her breast, but I caressed her bare back and butt, pulling her butt against me in the process. "That's something I like about you, Jack. Something I didn't recognize about you when you were just my grandson. You can keep things light when it might get awkward."

"Speaking of awkward," I said, looking intently at her, "how are you feeling about what happened? There are so many levels here. Who did what, who wanted what, or who got carried away? I need to know what you are feeling."

She studied me for a brief moment, then leaned to me and kissed me. "I initiated this, Jack. All of this is on me. I wanted it to happen, and... and I want it to happen again. You've shown me what it is to be alive, and appreciated and wanted. You want to know how I am feeling; that's how I am feeling."

I watched her for a moment. Our eyes were locked and unflinching. "Are you saying you want to continue this?"

She smiled and nodded. I rolled on top of her and smothered her in kisses. My cock was rock hard instantly, and I was prodding between her thighs as I kissed her. She pushed me back slightly, "I'm not a young, Jack. I need a shower to feel... feel attractive and desirable again after two amazing fucks. Not to mention having my pussy eaten for the first time in... God, so long."

I knelt between her legs and looked down at her pussy. I smiled while remembering, "Hmmm, it was tasty, too." She giggled and blushed at my intense gaze on her body. I leaned over and kissed each nipple, then swung my legs over her to the edge of the bed. I stood with my cock pointing at her as I put my hand out for her. "Then, it's shower time. Then, I suggest getting something to eat, if we are skipping the run."

She swung her legs to the edge of the bed. She was directly in front of me, and simply leaned forward to kiss the head of my cock before taking my hand and being pulled into my embrace. "We're taking a shower together?"

I nodded, and led her to the bathroom. The house is old. Though the shower unit was new, the bathroom allowed little room, so the shower was tight. Tight was nice, however. We washed each other very thoroughly. We laughed and stroked each other playfully, and our playfulness was just barely short of initiating more fucking.

We were drying off when I caught our image in the large mirror over the sinks. I dropped the towel I was using, and pulled her against me, my arms around her with both of us facing the mirror. I pulled the towel she had held in front of her. It was impossible for her not to see us in the mirror as one of my hands cupped her breast, lifting it and fondling it. My other hand caressed down her stomach.

The image that was reflected was a striking contrast. I was a young-appearing man with her. At 19 years old, I was a full four decades younger than her. I stood 6' 0" tall behind her 5' 6" frame. My young, athletic body was tight and defined, which showed even with her in front of me. My dark, brown, somewhat shaggy hair was also in contrast to her long, gray hair that hung well past her shoulders. Her body was trim, but with attractive fullness to her shape that came with her maturity, something even her hard work at fitness seemed to emphasize. Her C-cup breast in my hand had lost some firmness, but still sat on her chest appealingly.

"Do you see what a beautiful and desirable woman you are?" I pushed my lips through her damp hair to nuzzle and kiss her neck. "I don't know what will happen next, but I will always remember how you felt in my arms this morning, and how you made me respond to your loving openness."

Her eyes met mine in the mirror. Her hands dropped to the sides and stroked my hips behind her as she pressed her butt against me. I watched her stare at her own image in my arms, and finally up into my gaze. She smiled. I saw her blush. I felt her press her butt more firmly back against me, then wiggle her butt against my aroused cock. "I don't want this to end with just what we had this morning, Jack. I know you are my grandson. I don't even want that to be lost to me. I love that you wanted to spend time with me as my grandson. I love the man who did that, and it shows the kind of man you are. I have sought out other men, men more my age, men I hoped might be able to provide the relationship I lost. None made me feel half as alive as you have these past months." She turned in my arms, and embraced me. She turned her face up, and we kissed.

I stared into her eyes. We were quiet. I was too nervous to add anything. I was afraid of maybe ruining what she was leading to, if she was leading to something. I waited, our eyes fixed on each other.

She put her face against my upper chest and shoulder. "I don't deserve to expect anything beyond this moment from you, Jack. You're my grandson. I just..." I felt her shrug and sigh deeply. "It's just... you'll be here, just across town at the campus, for more than three and a half years, right?"

I kissed the top of her head. I think we both came to the same thought at the same time, and it killed anything further to be said. More wasn't really possible, was it? She was my grandmother, my Grandma Jean. Beyond what happened, what was really possible?

* * * *

I hadn't made contact with Grandma Jean until the following Friday. It was too awkward; the feelings were too unknown and uncertain. After the shower and the few words shared about the unknown, she made breakfast, but I left shortly after. We didn't know what to say to each other in the stark light of reality.

She hadn't reached out to me, either. It was clear to me that we both had a lot to think about or... maybe a lot to feel guilty about. I had considered the guilt aspect thoroughly. Did we have anything to feel guilty about? I was an adult. Did the law even apply to what we did? I wasn't a child that could be coerced or overly influenced. Grandma Jean wasn't a power, authoritative figure in my life. There was no pregnancy issue. If we were both consenting... Society would still react with negativity. And my parents... wow.

"Grandma Jean?" I finally phoned her.

"Jack?"

"I'm sorry for not reaching out to you before now. I didn't want to hurt you or worry you, but I had a lot to think about," I explained when I finally called her that Friday afternoon.

She released a soft, awkward chuckle. "We both had a lot to think about, Jack. I didn't reach out to you for the same reason. I was thinking about Saturday a lot, and I wanted to give you time for your thoughts without interfering."

"Can we talk? In person. I need to know what you are thinking, and I want it to be face-to-face. I'll be honest with you. I want you to be honest with me. Can we do that, Grandma Jean?"

"Thank you, Jack," and I heard her release a long, anxious breath. "Can you come to dinner tonight? I need to know you are okay, even if it means you are... well, just my grandson."

"I'll always be your grandson, Grandma Jean. Regardless, that will always be true. I love you. That can't ever change."

* * * *

As I approached Grandma Jean's steps leading to her porch and front door, a neighbor called, "Hi, Jack," the woman called cheerily. "Flowers for a special occasion?"

I smiled at her and looked down at the simple bouquet of assorted flowers. "No... well, yes. Not a birthday or anything like that, but thankful for a wonderful grandmother." She smiled and nodded.

I then went up to the front door. The woman inched closer to the shrubs separating the yards, clearly intent on watching. I pressed the doorbell. When Grandma Jean opened the door, I motioned to the side. She saw the woman and waved. Then pulled me inside. She stood looking at me, looking at the flowers. I handed them to her. I wanted to kiss her, to take her into my arms, and rip her clothes off. Instead, I stood awkwardly as she brought the flowers up to smell.

"Why?" she asked softly.

I shrugged. "An apology offering, maybe. For being quiet for so long. We shared something very special and intimate, and I went quiet on you. That wasn't right."

"I went quiet, too, Jack, remember? It was my action. You responded the way I hoped you would, but I was afraid of how you might react after, so I was afraid to contact you," she softly confided.

I smiled at her and pulled her into my arms. "Let's clear the air, then, and share our honest feelings and what we want."

She led me to the dining room, which was set up with two place settings across from each other at the large dining table. A bottle of red wine sat between the two settings. She put the flowers in a vase with water and placed them on the table to the side of where we would sit. She then brought the food, a family favorite hot-dish that my mom learned to make.

We sat and talked and ate. It wasn't long before we were both fully at ease in the knowledge that Saturday had been a magnificent experience, and one we both desired to repeat. Any feeling of guilt evaporated completely. We laughed about the awkward moments of Saturday, and gazed into each other's eyes when remembering the sensitive, loving, and intimate moments after the act.

We were quiet for several moments after pushing our plates to the side and finishing the last of the wine. Then, she surprised me with something she had obviously put a lot of thought into.

"I want you always, Jack. I know it is not possible for long, but you intend to finish your undergraduate degree here, right?" I nodded, very curious. "I want you to move in here. The house is too big for me alone. You could have your own room; we can designate my office room as a quiet space for your studying and my reading. It would save you money on dorm costs and meals. There is no way your parents would object because they worry about both of us, and we would be taking care of each other." She studied me. "Will you think about it? Campus isn't far from here. Nothing is far from anything." I shook my head. "But, can't you just think..."

I reached across the table. "When can I start moving things in? I can let them know Monday that I won't be renewing my dorm contract. We'll call the folks, and you are right, they will be excited. And there are weeks left in the semester, so I don't need to rush to move out."

"Jack, really? You mean it?" I nodded enthusiastically with a wide smile. "Oh, Jack!" Then, she got quiet. She even looked a bit embarrassed or shy. "There's just one thing. Well, no, there are probably a lot of things to work out, but one I know of right now." I watched her. "You'll have your own room, of course, but... I hope you never sleep in it." I watched her closely. "I mean, if your folks come to visit, or anyone, then you will, of course, but, I mean... you know... otherwise, I..."

I squeezed her hand and smiled, "I have a condition, then, too." She tilted her head slightly at me with an expectant look on her face. "As long as we are alone, I can touch you, fondle you, and kiss you."

She responded with a huge smile, "I should have added that, too."

She stood and came around the table to me, and took my hand. "We'll deal with the dishes later." She tugged on my hand, and I didn't resist. She led me to the stairs, and my heart skipped a beat. This was different than Saturday. Saturday happened somehow. This was deliberate, intentional, and had the feel of lasting; at least, lasting for a time.

Once inside her bedroom, she turned to face me. I glanced around the room. I would get to know the room much better, I knew, but already it felt different, not intimidating, violating it by my presence, but a place I was invited to share, and a place I wanted to belong in. I noted the bed covers were turned down. I smiled as I returned my gaze to her. She blushed at recognizing my understanding of her preparing for this moment.

Standing only several feet from each other, there was a moment of shyness, as if wanting to still be reassured by each other. The moment was broken by Grandma Jean's hands rising to unbutton her blouse. My own hands rose, as if in a physical response independent of any conscious thought on my part. I pulled my shirt over my head as she opened her blouse to pull it from her shoulders and arms. Her eyes scanned my bare chest as mine took in the image of her lacy bra-encased breasts. She reached behind her back as I pried my shoes off while opening my belt and jeans. She shrugged off her bra as I pushed my jeans down my legs. As I bent over to escape my jeans and remove my socks, balancing on one foot and the other, my eyes were fixed on her bare breasts. She stood still, simply watching me. I stood before her again, and smiled shyly at her as she gazed at me while I gazed at her bare breasts.

When our eyes met once again, I gave her the reassuring smile of my acceptance. She watched intently as I pushed my underwear down, letting them fall to my feet. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. I stood boldly before her, suddenly being the one providing the act for her to respond to, despite it being her desire initially.

She took a step closer, and softly grasped my hardening cock, her eyes fixed on it as her fingers wrapped around it, and very gently stroked it a couple of times. When she looked up into my face, I immediately added a finger under her chin to hold it up, and kissed her softly on the lips. I cupped a breast as she continued to gently stroke my cock.

She gazed into my eyes with obvious need, "Jack, honey, I... what we did Saturday... it was amazing. You fucked me. It was what I wanted and needed." She lightly kissed me again. "Jack, this time, will you make love to me?"

My eyes smiled into hers. She wanted this moment to be special. She didn't rip her clothes off because she wanted something more this time, something that would define what we were beginning, what we were intentionally stepping into.

"You want to get ready?" She nodded, maybe showing a bit of surprise that I might understand. "Get ready for me; I'll go back down for more wine. It is going to take all night for me to show you how much I love you."

She hugged me tightly and gave me another kiss before moving to her dresser. I headed to the door, my hard, desire-filled cock bobbing in front of me. I turned as I reached the open door to see her taking something from her dresser drawer and turning to the connecting bathroom.

I felt bold walking down the stairs completely naked in her home. All the window blinds and coverings were fully open, but the only thing I could think about was her, Grandma Jean, upstairs doing whatever she was doing to make this night special for herself and me. I was a mere 19 years old. Sure, I had some experience with young women, but... barely enough experience to know the bare minimum of what to do. My first experience had been a girl who would only share oral sex, so that experience of a 69 was my only reason for being able to do it for Grandma Jean with any confidence. And, when I had done it, I still had very little confidence, but her resulting orgasm had spurred me to the two fucks that followed. I stood still in the kitchen, oblivious of the windows to the backyard while staring at the small wine rack. I knew nothing about wine. Heck, about any form of alcohol, really. The little I had was given to me.

I picked a bottle from the rack. A red, that was obvious. My eyes, though, didn't focus on any words on the label. My eyes didn't seem to work. All brain function seemed to be on what Grandma Jean was doing upstairs. I didn't want her to have to wait for me. Whatever she was doing to make it special, I wanted to be ready for her. I quickly opened whatever bottle I held, grabbed two clean wine glasses from the cabinet, and hurried back up to the bedroom. I poured both glasses and held them as I wiggled into position, leaning against the headboard. I didn't have long to wait.

I heard the bathroom door open, and I looked over. My mouth dropped open like the truly inexperienced idiot I was. She nervously moved to the side of the bed. I stared. I knew I was staring, and with my stupid mouth hanging open. I normally saw her hair pulled back in a long ponytail, which I had always found appealingly youthful. Now, her hair shined, and was carefully brushed and loosely wavy as it cascaded over her shoulders. She was wearing a very sheer, mid-thigh-length nightgown fastened with a single bow at the waist. The nipples of her breasts showed through, and it was designed to be open to show the insides of her breasts. The lacy trim hid her pussy teasingly.

"Your mouth is hanging open," she shyly uttered. "I... I hope that's good."

I quickly closed my mouth with an embarrassed smile. "My God, you look... God, you are beautiful." I watched her raise a knee to get onto the bed. I watched for her pussy, and was rewarded. Rewarded? I would be making love to her, having her completely. But the sight of her in the gown, her pussy peeking out as it was parted by her movement, her nipples teasingly visible through the sheer material... "Wow," I gasped again.

She crawled to me. Her eyes moved from my face to my cock as she approached. I watched as she swung a leg over me, the gown parting to expose her thighs and her pussy as she sat over my cock. I was momentarily hypnotized by the stunning vision coming to rest over my straining cock, and who just happened, unbelievably, to be my grandmother. She wiggled over my cock until she had my cock between her pussy lips.

She then leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. When she sat back, "Are one of those for me?"

"Oh God, yes," I stumbled, handing her one of the glasses. "You've turned me into a bumbling, innocent idiot."

She sipped the wine and gazed at me over the rim of the glass. "Well," she responded, as she moved back and forth slightly over my cock, "we both know Saturday proved you are no innocent."

"Grandma Jean?" I asked.

She quickly interrupted me from finishing any question on my mind. "First thing, Jack, calling me 'Grandma Jean' isn't going to work any longer." She stared down at me. I had a terrible time not looking at her nipples and pussy over my hard cock. What was it about her being dressed like that that made her so alluring? "I want you to call me by my name. You are my lover, Jack. At least when we are alone, okay?"

"Yes, Jean," I replied with a smile. "Lover."

She nodded. She moved gently on my cock. "What would you call someone free to touch me, fondle me, and grope me whenever he wants when we are alone? What would you call someone who will be sharing my bed, and fucking me every night?"

"Every night?" I repeated with a smile. I reached up with my free hand, slid it into her gown and captured a nipple. She sighed.

"I hope..." she said, gazing down at me, "at least once. At least once," she repeated for emphasis.

"Jean," I began, and she could see I was turning a bit serious, "I am young. Very young. Saturday was all about my raging hormones, but I want to give you more than that. Will you please help to show what it means to be treasured? That is what I felt, but I'm going to be awkward. Help me to learn what you want and need."

"That is so sweet, Jack," she gasped as she carefully leaned forward to kiss me. My hand left her breast to touch the side of her face. My cock throbbed against her wet and open pussy. Her hips twitched over me so her pussy slid slightly over it. "Jack, darling," she gasped as she parted from the kiss. "Oh, my loving Jack, I am sure you will have no trouble figuring it all out." She smiled lustily, "In the meantime, I will happily settle for raging hormone fucking."

She took my empty glass and leaned to the side to place both on the nearest nightstand. She placed her palms on my chest, and more aggressively moved her pussy over my straining cock. She slid forward to the head, and rotated, bumping firmly against it before going back down my length. On the next movement to the head of my cock, I flexed it up, and it caught against her pussy. She gasped as she rotated and shifted, with the head of my cock pressing against her pussy until it slipped down to her hole, and penetrated her.

"Oh... God... Jack," she gasped, "I do... love... your cock... inside me." She sat back, my cock sliding into her. She gazed down at me, "I feel so wicked, Jack," she gasped. "The only man to ever be where you are... was your grandfather." She sat up straight and settled fully over my cock. My hands reached out to take hold of both breasts through the sheer garment that hid nothing. She smiled as she moved up and back down very slowly, soft mewing sounds escaping her lips. "Jack, darling, we'll explore this relationship together." She leaned forward, and we kissed with increasingly passionate fever. With our lips still touching, "We'll explore each other fully, Jack, without shame or guilt. Can you do that for me, Jack?"

"God, Jean," I gasped into her mouth, "I'll do anything you want. Teach me how to make you happy. Teach me how to fully satisfy you, to know what a woman needs and wants."

"You have to ace your schoolwork."

"Of course, but after my studies, you are my focus of study."

She smiled, straightened up, and began fiercely fucking up and down, her breasts bouncing under her gown. I untied the gown to have easy access to them, switching from mauling her breasts to just using my fingers on the nipples. She shifted to rotating back and forth on my cock, my cock hitting her differently inside as she quickly shifted from up and down to back and forth. I flexed my hips up, raising her in the process. I dropped one hand down between our bodies, my fingers pressing on her clit. A steady stream of moans, groans, and gasps escaped her mouth. Her hands firmly on my chest for support as she pumped her body over my cock.

I felt her pussy spasm a moment before her breath caught before she called out loudly in orgasm. I felt her orgasm wash hotly over and around my cock, her pussy clenching in spasm. And, I climaxed with her, my cum shooting into her clenching pussy.

She collapsed onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her underneath the open gown, and held her tightly, as I kissed her head and forehead until she raised her face to me for us to kiss with gasping breath and heaving chests. My cock leaked the last of my cum, and her pussy continued to clench with decreasing strength, but still responding to her orgasm.

After a satisfying period of time, I eased the gown from her shoulders and arms to hold her fully naked against me. After a few more moments, and feeling her body recovering, I eased her to the side to her back. I kissed her, then kissed over her chest to her breasts, and continued down her body. I nipped her engorged clit and sucked on it, causing her to moan and flex her hips. I kissed and licked her parted pussy lips before easing off the bed. I picked up the empty glasses and turned to the open bedroom door.

"Jack?" she moaned to me.

I turned at the door, and held up the glasses. "Just getting more wine. I'm not close to being done with you."

She smiled and propped herself against the headboard. "You're naked, you know. Maybe we should get in the habit of closing drapes and blinds at night."

I went downstairs with an increased awareness of exposure. Somehow that was stimulating. Jean and I just finished making love, and now I was walking naked through her downstairs. I glanced at windows as I passed to the kitchen. Maybe she was right. As stimulating as the exhibitionism was, this wasn't just her neighbors, but her neighbors knew I was her grandson.

I pulled the cork, refilled the glasses, and turned with them to return upstairs, when I was surprised to find Jean standing at the entry to the kitchen. She was just as naked as I had left her.

She smiled nervously, her eyes flicking to the windows, and the darkness outside them. "Why should you have all the excitement of exhibitionism?" She stepped to me and lightly pressed her nakedness against mine as I held the wine glasses out to each side. She kissed me as she held my face. "Help me feel young, loved, and daring, Jack." She searched my face as I leaned forward to return the kiss.

Rather than returning to the bedroom, which had been the only room we had been naked in, I led her to the family room. She continued to glance furtively at the windows. I sat on the sofa and held my arms apart for her as I still held both glasses. She sat across my lap, her legs stretched out along the rest of the sofa. I handed her one glass, and my free arm wound around her back, and my hand cupping a breast. She sighed as she settled against me. She looked down at my hand fondling her breast. She turned her head to mine with a smile. I kissed her softly.

"Jack, this is what I want. I want you to touch me, to fondle me whenever you want, when it is safe. I want to feel your cock, especially inside me." She blushed. "Listen to me. I sound like a hussy." I shifted my hand to finger her aroused nipple. She looked down again at it with another smile. "Can we not think too far ahead? Can we just enjoy what we are starting, and enjoy it in the moment?"

I gazed into her eyes. "I am going to fuck you in every part of the house, every room, maybe every piece of furniture, if we can figure out how to manage it. We can explore everything we dare to imagine and pursue. Is that what you want, too?"

"Oh God, yes, Jack. That's exactly what I want. I was so young when I married your grandfather, and he was an inspired, rising professional, and we lived in this small town. Life was so different then. I want to experience things, Jack. Don't ask me. Push me."

I smiled lustily. I took her half-full glass and placed it with mine on the end table. I eased her off my lap to the sofa next to me, and I stood. "Kneel on the sofa and lean over the back," I calmly directed her.

She looked at me, then at my hardening cock pointing at her. "Yes, Jack." She scrambled to her knees and braced herself against the back of the sofa.

I grasped her hips, and she gasped at the touch. "Spread your knees, Jean." She did. I pulled her hips back slightly as I pressed forward, my cock head touching her just-fuck pussy. She gasped again at the touch. I moved my cock along her slit, bumping her clit before pressing at her hole and slipping easily inside her. She moaned, and pressed back against my steady movement into her pussy.

"Yes, Jack," she moaned, "every room. Make me orgasm in every room." I pulled back, almost completely out, and held myself there for a moment. "Please, please... fuck me hard, Jack. Fuck me hard. Make me orgasm on your cock again and again."

I thrust hard, fully, completely, into her. The impact of my hips against her butt drove her against the back of the sofa. With my hands gripping her hips, I thrust over and over with power and determination. I moved a hand from her hip to her clit, and stroked it hard and furiously. She cried out while holding herself rigid against the onslaught of pounding my cock into her pussy. I then leaned over her, my other hand grasping a swing breast, pinching the nipple, and twisting it. She was uninhibitedly gasping and moaning. Her orgasm shook her body, her pussy spasming around my cock as I continued to fuck her.

"Oh God... oh Jack... oh God... oh fuckkkkkk," she cried out over and over. Still I fucked her. She had collapsed against the back of the sofa, her face hanging over the back as my pounding pressed her chest into the sofa back. "Oh fuck, Jack... oh fuck... oh God... oh please, Jack... cum, please cum... I want to... feel you cum... oh fuck, I'm... I'm going to... to orgasm... again..."

It had been one peaking orgasm after another, but I felt the next big one as more warm juice flowed over my cock and her pussy clamped tightly around me. I came with her, my seed spewing into her infertile pussy.

After moments to somewhat recover, I held her tightly against me, and rotated us so she was sitting on me, my cock still buried in her pussy. With one hand, I fondled a breast and nipple, while the other hand stroked down her stomach to her pussy stuffed with my cock.

"Oh, Jack," she sighed, "I'll never regret what I did last Saturday, hoping to seduce you." I kissed the back of her head, as I continued fondling her.

"If you hadn't noticed, my lovely Jean, I was easy to seduce."

She giggled, "Yes, you were, weren't you?" She gasped when I squeezed her clit. "What is your intention with all this fondling of me?" she giggled again.

"My intention is simple. I intend to love you as much as I can. If I am successful, we can sleep in the morning."

Her hand slid down to stroke the base of my cock to my balls. "In that case, let me give you an assist at getting hard again."

I held her tightly, flexed my hips up at her, and already felt my cock expanding. Never in my young life did I dream of finding a woman so willing, and who I want to be with so much. And I found her by simply complying with my father's wish that I look in on his mother. And she was probably complying with a similar wish from him. I'll have to thank him. Obliquely, of course.