It was going to be a busy day. My grandma Mary was moving into her new house and we needed to pick up her personal items from the old place. It was all the stuff my grandma would not trust with the delivery firm, she wanted it taken in the car.
I am David twenty years old and my mother is Ann. Grandma is sixty and my mother is forty. The running joke in the family is that I need to have a child now to keep up the twenty year gaps. It would not surprise me if it was mentioned during the long time we would have to spend together in the car. I was needed for the heavy lifting and my mother for the driving and her skill in packing.
My mother and grandma are very much alike in appearance. They are about five feet four inches tall compared to my five feet ten. Attractive faces are topped with auburn hair. Both have a few extra pounds but it looks good on them. I wouldn't like to guess their bra size but putting it crudely they both have a good handful. Grandma does not look her age and often when they are out together people assume they are sisters. However they have different personalities. My mother is easy going and carefree but grandma is quite formal and can be strict. You will never see her anything other than well dressed. I have to call her 'Grandma' rather than 'Gran' or 'Nan'. For mother it can be 'Mother', 'Mum' or even 'Mummy', any of these are OK with her.
It took us just three hours to get there. We had avoided much of the traffic because of the early start. Her new house is only minutes away from ours, it's the main reason why she picked it, so we had at least another three hours travelling to do on the return. I just hoped we would be lucky again, if not it could be nearer to four.
We had a hearty breakfast before packing. Mother insisted that before anything went into the car she wanted to get it all together so she could plan the loading. My first thought when we had arrived was that there was not much to be moved. I was wrong. Each room contained something that was going. Mother did a lot of pacing up and down and muttering under her breath. "No way. It's not going to fit in." Eventually she calmed down. After staring at it for several minutes she said "I have a plan."
She quickly explained it. The car would be fully packed except for the driver's seat and one of the rear ones. I would have to share a seat with grandma. I started to complain but was shouted down with "Have you got a better idea?"
I looked at all the stuff and thought about it. "No" was my simple answer. That made her smile and I was immediately put to work. Grandma just watched, happy that we now had a solution.
I thought we would be finished in half an hour but it was nearly double that. It was all the stopping to rearrange things. Grandma had a mixture of boxes, carrier bags and loose items. Every tiny space was now crammed with something. I just hoped we didn't get stopped by the police for being overloaded.
Mother did a final check of the house just in case we had missed anything. Nothing, so we were all packed. "Time to go" she said, happy with what we had achieved. I looked at the passenger seat and wished I had learnt to drive. I was now going to be stuck in the back, there was a lot more room in the front.
Until now I hadn't given much thought to how we would actually fit into the back seat. I suddenly realised that grandma would have to sit on my lap rather than us both being squeezed in side by side. I was outside the car thinking about it when mother prodded me. We needed to get going.
I got in and waited for grandma, I think she was having a last look at the house. She had shared it with grandad for nearly thirty years until his early death five years ago. I look a lot like him, the same muscular build. I have never been called handsome, rugged seems to be what most people say.
Grandma returned. She took a long look at where she was going to sit. "It's a good job I am slim and trim."
She eased herself in and mother closed the door. It was a tight fit but not as bad as I thought it would be. Without checking if we were OK mother was behind the wheel driving off. She put the radio on, it was a bit muffled because of all the stuff in the car. I had to shout to ask her to turn it up.
Everything was fine for the first twenty minutes or so until we hit a bumpy road. Not too bad but enough to make grandma bounce a little. My cock started to thicken. I closed my eyes and started to think un-sexy thoughts. Nothing worked, it just kept on growing. It's not massive, six inches on a good day but she must notice it. Grandma started to move, to adjust her position. It continued to grow to its full length.
She whispered "I know what men are like, but stop it if you can."
"I am trying to" I said. The road got a bit smoother but my cock stayed hard. Both of us tried to ignore it. However after another twenty minutes I felt her slowly start to rock on me. It was different from the movement caused by the car. She moved her bottom slightly until it was positioned nicely on my cock. With shock I realised what she was doing. She was now enjoying it. My cock found another inch.
My head was spinning. The best thing to do is ignore it. Pretend it is not happening. That is what I did until she held my hand and positioned it on one of her tits. "Are you shocked?" I didn't reply. I just nodded. "It's OK your mother cannot see anything." She then pushed my hand harder and I could feel a nipple in my palm. I moved my fingers to touch it and she removed her hand. I wanted to get inside but the dress was tight at the top so I would have to stay outside. I raised my other hand so that I could play with both nipples. I heard a soft moan as I felt them grow. My grandma had hinted in the past that her nipples were 'special'. I now knew what she meant, long and thick. I wish I could suck them.
She must have read my mind because she said "They should be in your mouth. That's not possible so you need to concentrate on my cunt." That shocked me even more. I had never even heard her swear before so using such a crude word left me stunned. I think she sensed my amazement. "I may be sixty but I am still a woman with needs. I am not sure if what we are doing is a good idea but since we are I want to enjoy it." I continued to work on her large nipples whilst I thought about what she had said.
I had just placed a hand on her lap when mother shouted "Are you still OK in the back. The ride is not too hard for you?" That made me jump.
Grandma laughed softly and wiggled her bum against my cock before replying "It's hard but I can take it." Nothing else was said. I was now concentrating on getting into her knickers. She made it easier by lifting her legs up and opening them wider. It looked uncomfortable but she had managed to rest her feet on some of the stuff packed in the car so her legs were in fact supported. I pulled her dress up as best I could but when she saw I was struggling she did it for me.
I could see her white knickers and the bulge of her cunt. I suppose I had expected them to be old fashioned and loose. These were small and tight. They reminded me of those my first girlfriend had on when she had let me finger her. That time was special and I hoped this was going to be as well.
"Do you want to stop for a break or carry on?"
"I think we should carry on. My leg is a bit numb but I am going to get David to rub it." As she said that she held my hand and positioned it at the top of her knickers. When she released her grip I slipped my hand in.
"That sounds like a good idea. Make sure he does it properly. Start slowly then rub it hard until it releases the tension."
What my mother had said was exactly what I was going to do. It was just as well that she could not see anything, even if she turned around, because it wasn't a leg I was going to be rubbing.
Her knickers were tight but she manged to open her legs a bit more. This gave me good access to her cunt. I dipped a finger in to get some juice. She was soaking wet, a lot more than other girls I had played with. I added a second.
"Your grandad called me Juicy Lucy. It was his private joke." He had kept that a secret. Today I was learning a lot of new interesting things about grandma.
I was now moving my fingers in and out. Slowly at first but then faster as I heard her start to softly moan. Time to play with her clit. I rotated my hand slightly so that I could rub it with my thumb.
"How is David doing, is he massaging the correct spot?"
I continued working on her cunt whilst she tried to compose herself before replying. "Yes he is an expert. He knows exactly where to put his fingers."
"Good. He might have to do the same to me later on. It's hard work driving." Both of us had to suppress a laugh. If only she knew.
It was getting hot now. My cock was throbbing as if it was going to burst. My left hand was still playing with a nipple and my right was occupied with her very juicy cunt. Her moaning was increasing. If she got any louder then mother might hear.
"I need more."
"Another finger?"
"Don't be silly. I need to be fucked."
I stopped playing with her. "It's impossible. How can we do it? Mother will know what we are doing."
We then discussed it rationally for the next few minutes. That was surreal. It was if we were talking about some mundane task we had to do rather than how to fuck in the back of the car without being discovered.
Eventually she had a plan. "I can put my hands behind me on the boxes at the back. I can then raise myself long enough so that you can quickly lower your trousers and release your cock."
"I see. Then you sit back on me. You then only need to lift up a bit for me to slide your knickers off."
"Correct."
That's what we did. We were now both ready to start. She then lifted herself higher so that we could get penetration. In doing so her foot slipped and kicked one of the boxes.
"Hey what's going on back there?"
Grandma pulled her leg back and then raised herself up again. She said "Sorry, I was trying to get a better position." My cock was now pressing against her opening. She quickly lowered herself giving a long low sigh as it squeezed into her.
"Next time be careful. I need to concentrate on the driving." A few seconds later she said "There is a place to stop in about a mile or we can continue for another half hour."
I quickly shouted "Carry on."
Grandma added "I have got myself comfortable. I just want to enjoy it before we stop."
"Fine by me, but I am not going beyond another thirty minutes. I need a break."
In a low voice grandma said "I think we will be finished before then. It's five years since your grandad died. That's a long time with just your own fingers to satisfy yourself. I just hope I don't scream when I climax." There was a slight pause before she finished with "You are going to make me come?"
I didn't hesitate, "Yes."
We then started to fuck. It was a mixture of her raising herself up by pushing her feet on the car floor and me lifting her with my hands. It was awkward at first but we soon got into a good rhythm. We even managed to get full strokes so that my cock was going deep into her. I was enjoying it, and judging from the noises she was making grandma was as well.
We were just getting to the end when mother interrupted us with "Ten minutes to go. When we stop I am going to go to the burger place. Are you going to come as well?"
I shouted back, a bit too loud, "I am coming." Grandma managed to reply even louder with "Yes. I am coming as well." To me she said "Fuck me hard, finish me off."
Mother laughed, "You must both be very hungry."
As she said that my last long stroke had taken us both over the edge. Grandma was holding a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound and I was emitting a low groan as my cock kept twitching, pouring wave after wave into her.
We collapsed, completely spent.
"Your grandad also used to call me his dirty little slut."
I don't know why she had to tell me that but I was glad she did. "He was right. As you have just demonstrated you are a dirty slut." That caused her to chuckle.
We were basking in the glow of a satisfying fuck when mother startled us with "Five minutes."
I had almost forgotten she was there. Had she heard us? Were we too loud? We must be OK otherwise she would have said something. For the next few minutes we hurried to get decent. We managed it with seconds to spare. As mother pulled into the parking lot we did a final check. All looked good. There was now a slight smell of sex but there was nothing we could do about that except keep the windows down when we continued with the journey.
As soon as we stopped mother jumped out of the car. We heard "I will be back to lock up. I need the toilet."
We got out and waited for her to return. It was good to stretch my legs. "I need to go as well. It's all seeping down my leg. How much did you pour into me?"
I smiled and said "Everything I had." Grandma then followed mother and I waited, guarding the car and all its precious contents.
I was OK. My main need was food. Eventually we got to the burger place. The food was good and soon we were ready to continue. Mother went ahead to the car which gave me some time alone with grandma. I wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. Before I could she said "Today was wonderful. I have no regrets. You have made me very happy. So no need to say anything." I just nodded.
We squeezed back into the car and soon we were on the main road. Mother hadn't turned the radio on yet when she said "It's been a nice day so far. I am glad we got all your stuff in." She paused for a few seconds to concentrate on overtaking a slow moving car. "It reminds me of the time my father and uncle Jim took me to Uni all those years ago. I think the car was even more crammed than this one. Uncle Jim drove and I had to sit on father's lap." There was a sharp intake of breath from both of us in the back. Was grandma thinking what I was thinking? "This car even smells the same. It must be the musty boxes and sweaty bodies." She laughed.
Mother said "I remember now. I was away on some business trip so could not go. That is why uncle Jim went instead. I only got back after your father had returned from dropping you off." She then whispered to me "What I also remember is that it was soon after that he said he liked the name Ann but Lucy might have been more appropriate. I think it stuck in my mind because when he said it I thought he was disappointed over the name we had picked. Perhaps he said it for another reason." I didn't reply but I was thinking the same thing 'Juicy Lucy'.
Mother turned the radio on and I silently contemplated what had been said in the last few minutes. Had she done the same as us all those years ago? If so then she must have guessed what we had been up to. Had she actually engineered it by the way she packed the car so that we were in our own private space? Wow, lots of questions but no answers.
We travelled for another hour before reaching grandma's new house. I had decided to act as if nothing had happened and I was hoping grandma would do the same. The car had gone straight into the garage so we could leave the unpacking until the next day.
After a nice meal with a few drinks we relaxed in front of the television. I was gradually coming to the conclusion that all was well. Mother was 'innocent' and that what she has said was just some funny coincidence. That was until she announced "When you move for your new job in a few months I want to go with you, but I am not doing the driving."
I looked at grandma and could tell she was thinking the same thing as me, would mother be sitting on my lap?This is six months on from when grandma moved to her new house. After that journey I thought we would continue to be lovers. However it didn't work out like that. I think she felt guilty because she never mentioned it and she seemed to be keeping away from me. Something changed after two months. I don't know what but grandma was now keen. We talked and she made it clear what she wanted. I said no because I didn't want to cheat on my new girlfriend Jane. Grandma was annoyed, even angry, but over time she forgave me and I got back to being her favourite grandson.
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I was not in a good mood, the start date for my new job had been postponed again. Was it the fourth or fifth time that had happened? I shook my head, would I ever get to move to head office? If everything had gone as originally planned I would have already been there three months ago. I gave a long sigh. This time it was a senior manager who had called me to give me the bad news. He was very apologetic and assured me that the new date would not change. I was now due to move in three weeks instead of two. He asked me if I was OK with that. I stifled my irritation and said I was. He then continued giving me all that management stuff of how I was a valuable member of staff and that they really needed me there. I listened but did not say much. I had never spoken to him before but I knew his name and his reputation. I was smart enough not to say anything that would annoy him. It ended with me thanking him, but I was not happy.
The excitement was now building, just a week before I would travel. I was moving into a two bedroom company apartment. They own a few in the same complex near to where the office is. I was told I could stay there rent free until I found my own place. There was no time limit specified but when Alex moved earlier in the year he didn't move out until three months. I was hoping to be sorted out well before then.
I knew everything was going too well. Four days before the move there was a setback. Jane, my girlfriend of five months, broke her ankle. She caught it in a pothole whilst jogging. Initially it looked as if it was just badly sprained but a visit to the hospital revealed a small fracture. There was some debate amongst the doctors about the need for a cast. Jane didn't want one but it was decided that the ankle needed restricting to stop the possibility of further damage.
After bringing her home we discussed the impact this would have on my move. She was still keen to come with me and stay the weekend. That was good. However she was supposed to be doing the driving. Mother had said that she had done the driving six months ago for grandma so it was her turn to sit in the back and relax. Now that Jane was incapable mother was frantically searching for somebody else to do it. She even mentioned uncle Jim, but when I laughed at her suggestion she shut up. He is over eighty and still drives, but at thirty miles an hour. It would take all day to get there, assuming we didn't all die before then in a car crash. I then got an ear full about not being able to drive. I protested that I was taking lessons but she just ignored me. She then mentioned that even my father could drive. They had split up years ago when I was small and this was the only nice thing I had ever heard her say about him.
Eventually she was calmer and more rational. "I suppose I will have to do it." She then added "You might not like this but grandma is coming with us. She rang whilst you were at the hospital asking if she could come and stay for a few days. I said yes and that she might as well travel with us to your new place."
"But mum there is no room in the car or in the apartment."
"You have two rooms. Grandma will share with me." She thought for a few seconds before adding "As for the car, grandma next to me and you two in the back."
"There will be no room. Jane will have to sit on my lap."
She looked at me and said "You and grandma managed OK like that."
I felt my face flush and hoped nobody had noticed. Jane had a puzzled look on her face. I then explained what had happened before. She looked concerned.
Mother tried to reassure her with "It will be OK. We can take stops when it becomes uncomfortable."
Jane smiled but I could tell she was still unhappy about it.
I tried again with "I don't think grandma should come with us. I have too much stuff."
In a calmer voice than I expected mother stated "It's both of us or none of us." That ended the conversation.
We should have left thirty minutes ago. Mother was pacing up and down and muttering under her breath. The car was almost loaded but the last few items were posing a bit of a problem. I knew in situations like this the best thing to do was to leave her alone to work it out. Jane, being new to this, had earlier offered some advice. With gritted teeth mother had listened to her. What she has suggested seemed sensible but mother then just ignored her advice. Jane had now learnt a valuable lesson, keep out of the way when mother is working on a problem.
Eventually, after rearranging some of the boxes on the back seat, the remaining items were packed. At last we could get on the move. I called grandma to tell her to come down. She had sensibly kept out of the way for as long as possible.
As grandma approached the car she said. "I have been waiting ages. Are we ready to leave?"
Mother replied with a curt "Yes" but as she moved past me to get into the driving seat she added in a low irritated voice "Who invited her?"
I opened my mouth but then decided it was best not to say anything. We had a long journey ahead, mother was doing all the driving, so I let it go.
Jane was admiring grandma's dress. It was low at the top and quite short. I thought it was daring for a woman of sixty but Jane loved it. I must say she did look good in at.
When I remembered what was underneath it, and what it felt like to touch her, my cock started to thicken. If only she had worn that dress when she had sat on my lap I would have been able to get my hands inside it and onto her bare nipples.
My thoughts were interrupted when mother wound the window down and shouted "Get in. Don't just stand there."
We got in and mother drove off. I hadn't realised how heavy Jane was. When we had sex it was either me on top, or her on all fours and me fucking her from behind. She had never sat on me before, not even just for a cuddle. It was more comfortable when grandma was on my lap. Thinking about her was not a good idea, the inevitable happened. My cock was trying to expand but was constrained within my underwear. After ten minutes or so it was actually painful.
"Jane lift up, I need to get comfortable."
"What do you mean?"
I hesitated "My cock is stuck in my pants. I just need to move it."
In a shocked voice she said "You want to take it out?"
"No. Keep your voice down. I just need to adjust it."
I looked towards the front seats. They were busy talking. Perhaps it was a good idea having grandma along as company for mother.
"If I must, but don't take long I cannot put too much weight on my bad ankle."
As she lifted up mother shouted "You two OK in the back?"
I replied with "Yes. Just moving to get more comfortable."
Grandma added "Yes. I remember we had to keep doing that when I sat on your lap. Do you remember?"
As I adjusted my cock I answered "Yes." There was no way I would ever forget.
Jane was now back on my lap "You took your time."
"Sorry. It's a big cock. It takes some moving."
She giggled at that and I heard "You wish."
However after a few minutes Jane wasn't very happy.
"It's digging in me can't you do anything about it?"
"I am trying, it's your weight plus the movement of the car. I cannot stop it."
"You managed OK with your grandma."
I thought about it for a few seconds before I lied "She is my grandma so there is nothing sexual about her being on my lap." Naively she believed me.
We travelled another thirty minutes in silence. Jane was continuously moving trying to get more comfortable. It was playing havoc with my cock.
She sighed and said "I cannot take much more of this. My ankle is giving me hell. I need to elevate it but there is no room here to do that. Also you cock is stabbing me in the bottom."
I made a weak joke "Sorry, I am trying to stab another part of your body."
She did not find that funny. She leant forward so that mother could hear better and said "Can we stop?"
Mother sounded surprised as she said "Yes" then added "Looks like there is a place to stop in two minutes or so."
When we stopped mother got out and came to the rear. I had already put the window down. She bowed her head and looked in.
"What's the problem, is it uncomfortable?"
"Yes."
Mother gave Jane a good look. She could see the anguish on her face. She added "And?"
I closed my eyes expecting her to say "It's David's cock. He cannot keep it under control."
Thankfully instead she said "It's my ankle. It needs to be elevated. I think it's starting to swell."
Not as much as my cock. When I opened my eyes mother was smiling.
"That's easy to fix. You need to swap with grandma."
I closed my eyes again. It was going to be torture, grandma would tease me.
Jane moved next to mother. She raised her leg and put her ankle on the dashboard. Mother said it looked uncomfortable but Jane said it was a lot better than being in the back.
Grandma was now on my lap. My cock was still stiff and I was waiting for her to notice. As soon as the car moved she started to wiggle against me. She whispered "That's good. Just like last time."
"Please don't grandma. I am now with Jane."
She laughed, loud enough for Jane and mother to hear.
Jane was curious "What's the joke?"
"Nothing really. Just something David said. I might tell you when we get there."
I hoped she wouldn't.
"What was so funny?"
"You are. I have never known a man who has said no when it's been offered to him. I am wearing this dress for you. This time you can get to my nipples."
I gulped before saying "How did you know you would get onto my lap?"
"I knew there was no way she could last the whole journey cramped up in the back. It's just lucky it was so soon. In another thirty minutes I would have offered to replace her anyway."
What she said was true, like all men I was weak. I had now gone from worrying that it would happen to worrying about being caught. She had certainly picked the right dress for the occasion. I wondered what she had on underneath it.
"I suppose you are also wearing loose knickers to make it easier for me to finger you."
"Don't be silly." She then paused before adding "I am not wearing any. Also it's not to make it easier for you to finger my cunt it's to make it easier for you to fuck me."
"That's impossible with mother and Jane in the car." However deep down I knew we would find a way.
Grandma continued to move against me. Eventually she stopped and said "That's a good position for me." I waited for her to say more but she just sat there enjoying the feel of my cock.
I closed my eyes. We had got away with it before but surely we would get caught this time. I gave a long low sigh, so low that grandma didn't hear, and then opened my eyes and looked around. I now felt more confident. I realised there was no way we could be seen, but what about the noise? I knew from experience that grandma could be very loud. Also what if we had to make a sudden stop? Somebody might urgently need the bathroom or Jane might be having problems with her leg again.
"Anybody mind if I put the radio on?"
It was only Jane that replied, but mother took that as approval from all of us. I got the feeling that she was relieved she didn't have to make conversation with mother.
"Is that too loud?"
It was. Jane said something, I didn't catch what, and then the music was turned down. Grandma started to rock on me.
"I like this song."
I was surprised she did. I wasn't surprised though when she reached down and held my hands. Placing them on her lap she whispered to me "I am all yours."
I remembered the last time, the feel of her wet cunt. I smiled 'Juicy Lucy'. I pulled on her dress to hitch it up but stopped when grandma gave me a mild slap on the wrist.
In a seductive voice she said "You naughty boy trying to finger your grandma."
I hesitated, not sure what she wanted me to do. She then made it clear by adding "You should know better than that. Tits first."
She was teasing me but, thinking about her 'special' nipples, I was happy to start there. I reached up and squeezed her tits.
In a loud voice Jane suddenly said "Grandma, I can swap. It must be uncomfortable for you."
As I moved my hands down the top of her dress, then under her bra, she gave a low moan but still managed to answer Jane. "It's not too bad. I can manage." I worked on her nipples. I could feel them swelling between my finger and thumb.
"You must be getting stiff though."
"I am a bit." Then she whispered to me "Not as stiff as you."
The radio was turned down and mother joined in with "The only cure for stiffness is a good rub. Where are you stiff?"
"It's my top." After a pause she added 'The top of my arm, I must have been leaning against something."
"David give it a good rub. Mum let him know when he hits the spot."
With that encouragement I worked on her tits even harder. Her nipples were so swollen I could have hung my coat on them. I smiled when I thought of that.
Grandma purred, then added "That's good."
Jane sounded relived as she said "Thanks David. Just make sure you give grandma what she needs."
I knew exactly what grandma needs, a massive climax, but just replied "OK."
Mother turned the radio back up and then started searching the channels. I groaned when she settled on Country and Western, grandma groaned when I tweaked her nipples extra hard.
"You need to suck them."
"I want to but it's impossible."
"Remember what Jane said." In a mocking voice she added "Make sure you give grandma what she needs."
I did desperately want to suck them. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the feel of them in my mouth. I found myself sucking on imaginary nipples.
"Nothing is impossible."
That brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes and started to think. Grandma was not very heavy. I might be able to lift her then turn her round. She would then be on my lap again but this time facing me. I could think of several ways it could go wrong. I might drop her. She might knock something over. They might hear us and wonder what is going on. All of those were overridden by the prize awaiting me.
"OK. This is what we do." I hesitated before continuing with "You need to lift your legs up under your chin. Make yourself as small as possible. I am going to lift you up and then spin you round." Grandma didn't say anything so I prompted her with "Do you want to try it? Remember we will have to do it again after to get you back in the normal position."
There was a delay before she said "Yes."
I was also beginning to have my own doubts but said "Let's do it."
It went surprising well. We did make some noise, and grandma nearly kicked a box, but no comments from the front. As I took a few deep breaths to recover from the exertion I stared at her nipples. The top of her dress and bra had been pulled low but they were still pressing against her tits causing her nipples to point high. They were magnificent. I moved forward and she raised herself so that I could suck them. From the moans coming from grandma she was enjoying it as much as I was.
Something was shouted from the front. I think it was from mother but I didn't catch what she said, the radio was too loud. Mother started to speak again, but then stopped. The radio was turned off.
"That's better. I was thinking we should stop in about an hour for food. I think there is a pizza place on the way, we should reach it about then."
I was still sucking that big nipple. It was an effort for grandma to speak but she managed to say "That sounds good to me."
"David?"
I nearly chocked when grandma said "He can't speak, his mouth is full at the moment."
"What are you eating?"
I wanted to reply "A nice tit and a long thick nipple" but instead I stopped and gave a plausible answer "Just a chocolate bar."
Mother sighed, "You are going to ruin your meal. I hope you gave some to grandma."
I didn't answer her. The radio was now back on and mother and Jane were talking. I ignored them and concentrated on grandma's nipples. I sucked one for two or three minutes then changed to the other. Every time I stopped to change over grandma held my head, I think she was worried I wasn't going to continue. My worry was the noise that grandma was making, and that time was running out.
My cock was fit to burst, I was in danger of coming in my pants. I needed more and I needed it soon. Suddenly Grandma grabbed my hands and moved them towards her lap. She wanted more as well.
"Finger me." It was a command.
I gave her nipple a long hard last suck then stopped. I then repeated what she had said to me earlier "You should know better than that. Tits first."
In an irritated voice she said "Yes, but I think twenty minutes on my tits is sufficient. If you don't touch my cunt in the next few seconds I am going to do it myself."
I muttered "Sorry, just teasing." I then added "But first we need to turn you round."
In a shocked tone she said "So you can lick me?"
It took me a few seconds to understand why she had said that. I laughed. "No. I don't mean upside down I mean you facing away from me."
She then laughed as well. "I thought that was very daring of you to suggest it."
"It would be impossible. You would have to be a gymnast to even attempt it."
"In my younger days I was a gymnast, a very good one."
Before I could say anything she laughed again and I knew she wasn't serious.
She made herself as small as possible. As I started to move her I just hoped it would go as smoothly as before. On the first attempt her foot got caught and we had to move back and start again. Next time we were OK. I breathed a sigh of relief.
My hands were now on grandma's lap pulling her dress up. I got it up to her waist and then moved a hand between her legs. She parted them to give me better access. I whispered to her to be quiet then shouted to mother "How long before we stop?"
"You want to stop now?"
There was a quick no from Grandma and I added "I meant how long before we stop to eat."
Whilst mother was thinking about it I started on grandma's cunt. I positioned two fingers at her opening and then pushed them in deep.
"I think twenty-five or thirty minutes. Is that OK?"
Grandma grunted as I started to move my fingers, mother took that as a yes. She was so wet and sticky.
"Just passed a sign for it, it's the one you like. It does the mini pizzas that are your favourite."
I hadn't noticed, I was too busy fingering grandma. From the moans coming from her I doubted if she had either.
"How many did you eat last time, was it eight?"
Last time I had stuffed my face. With pride I remembered it was actually nine but I didn't really want a conversation about it now, so I ignored her.
Jane joined in but I could barely hear her. Mother turned the radio down low and she started again "He is a greedy pig. Grandma how many can you manage?"
"Two is nice but normally I need three to fill me up." She then quickly whispered "Put another finger in." As I did as she asked she added "But some days I am so greedy I can manage four." This time she didn't need to prompt me. I removed my three fingers and then slowly pushed all four into her. Grandma gave a long low moan.
Mother said "I know what you mean. I have even managed five on one or two occasions." I had this vision, her legs wide open with most of a hand stuffed up her cunt. I waited for grandma to hint that she wanted five as well but she seemed content with four. Grandma's cunt was very wet but four was a very tight fit, so five looked impossible. I could imagine getting my hand in but then not being able to get it out. I shuddered as I thought of how to explain that to mother and Jane when we stoppedThankfully nothing more was said and the radio was turned back up. We now only had about twenty minutes left. I wanted to finish before we stopped to eat, and from the noises grandma was making she did as well.
"We need to fuck." She didn't hear me so I said it again louder.
"No. Rub my clit with your thumb I am going to come."
I hesitated, it looked as if I was going to be left frustrated. The best I was going to get was a handjob.
"Hurry up." She quickly added "If you fuck me hard soon after I reach it I should be able to come again."
With that incentive in mind I did as she asked. Her clit was swollen and I only needed to rub it for a few seconds before she squeezed her legs tight, her body then stiffened, breathing heavily she climaxed.
After only a few seconds of rest she opened her legs so that I could get my fingers out. She then raised herself off me and leant as far forward as possible. Her head was almost down to my ankles. I held her in place as best I could whilst unzipping myself. I stared at her bald cunt and suckable lips. If she bent over a bit more I could lick her. Grandma muttered something. I didn't catch any of it but from the tone I got the meaning. "For fucks sake hurry up, this is very uncomfortable."
I sighed. My tongue could have a great time working on that cunt. I would have to make do with licking Jane tonight instead.
I now had both hands on grandma's hips and my cock against her opening. As I pulled her back it slipped in nicely. She leant back on me at it went in even deeper.
I was still, savouring the moment, but grandma was keen to continue. "Fuck me hard. Fuck my dirty little cunt."
That got me going. It was difficult in this position but we had done it before. We were experts. I was even managing to get good long strokes. We were now making a lot of noise.
"What's going on? You two sound as if you are in pain."
I slowed down but grandma whispered "No. Fuck me hard, I am just on the edge."
I was close as well. As I upped the pace I shouted to mother "Just a bit of cramp."
"Don't worry, less than ten minutes now. You will get some relief soon."
I was going to get some relief now. I clenched my teeth to stop any sound as I climaxed deep inside her. I gave a final thrust to empty myself and, more by luck than good judgement, grandma came for a second time. As she did she gave a long loud moan.
The radio was suddenly turned off. For a few seconds I thought we had been caught, but mother then said "I think it was a bad idea you coming, but I don't know how you have managed all this time without complaining."
"I wanted to come."
I whispered to her "Twice." She laughed at that, a bit too loud.
Mother was curious. "What's so funny?"
Grandma said "I was just thinking. If we are going to do this again you need to get a bigger car. One with more room in the back."
Jane chipped in with "Yes, get a van."
We all laughed at that.
"That reminds me. We did that once when I was twenty-three." She paused then continued with "We didn't have a van but we hired one. Uncle Jim was moving house. Father wanted to drive so uncle Jim was in the back with me." I thought she had finished but she added in a much lower voice "There was enough room for us to do anything we wanted." She seemed to emphasise 'anything', but perhaps that was my imagination because she finished with "Yes, enough room to lie down and sleep."
Grandma whispered to me "Are you thinking what I am thinking?"
I said yes, but I was also thinking we needed a van. I groaned, the Country and Western music was now back on.
Whilst we were talking I had managed to make myself decent. I was sure my trousers were stained. I just hoped nobody would notice before I could get to the restroom and clean up. Grandma had taken a pair of knickers out of her handbag and had skilfully managed to put them on with the minimum of movement. As she wriggled into them she said "These are thick at the front, perfect for stopping all that stuff you poured into me from running down my legs."
I smiled to myself, she had come prepared. Five minutes later we parked. Mother and Jane got out first. Jane then helped grandma out and was trying to do the same for me but I said I was OK. My trousers were stained and my hands smelt of ripe fish. If she got too close to me I would have some serious explaining to do. I managed to keep at the back as we walked to the pizza place.
When I got to the restroom I gave a long loud sigh of relief. It had been risky but it was worth it. I needed to wash my hands twice to remove the smell, and scrub the stains from my trousers, before I could join them for food.
As I sat at the table mother asked "What took you so long? And why are you smiling?"
"I wasn't that long." I then added "I can smile if I want, just in a good mood."
I looked across at grandma, she was smiling as well. We shared a knowing look and I wondered if the second part of the journey would be as interesting as the first."David, I wish you had told me this earlier."
I sighed, then I said, "I know, but how many times have I got to tell you. I only found out about it yesterday."
She was not happy, it might be best to end the call. I knew that in a couple of hours she would have calmed down.
"Mother, I have another call waiting. I will phone you back later."
Before she could reply I cut her off. There wasn't anybody else on the line, it was just my excuse to end the conversation. Yesterday had certainly been an interesting day. As I made myself a coffee I thought about what had happened.
It was mid-morning and I was sitting at my desk, just about to eat a sandwich, when my boss Charlotte approached me. She was smiling, but it looked forced. That was worrying.
"Mr. Harrington would like a word."
"Just one?"
Normally a quip like that would get a laugh, but not today.
As I walked to his office I was apprehensive, what had I done wrong? When I got to the door I checked that my tie was straight, then I knocked.
"David, thanks for coming to see me."
He made it sound as if it was by choice, but it wasn't, I had been summoned.
"Sit down, it's good news," then he smiled before adding, "You have been promoted."
For a few seconds I was lost for words, then I composed myself enough to say, "Thanks."
He then went on to explain that a vacancy had just come up for a supervisor. It needed to be filled quickly, and that I was the man for the job.
Then he corrected himself, "Sorry, I should have said person for the job."
Yes he should have, but he had got there in the end.
"Normally somebody who is only twenty one would be considered too young for such a role, however because of your excellent work so far we are going to take a chance with you," then I got a stern look from him before he continued with, "Don't let me down."
"No Mr. Harrington, I will not let you down."
I had sounded confident, but it was all bluster. I was already starting to get nervous about the new job.
"There is some bad news though."
He was now frowning.
"The vacancy is in the department you used to work for. You will have to leave head office."
"But I have only been here for six months."
He shrugged his shoulders before saying, "I realise it's a pain having to relocate again, but it's also a great opportunity."
He then went on to tell me even more bad news, my last day in the office was to be this Thursday. Today was Tuesday, so there was very little time to organise my move back home.
When I got back to my desk Charlotte was waiting for me.
"Mr Harrington told me about your new job this morning. It's good for you, but I am not happy about losing one of my best workers," then I got a nice smile from her before she continued with, "No, my BEST worker."
"Thanks Charlotte, I have mixed emotions. It's a good career move, but I have been very happy here."
She then explained why the move had to be done so soon. There was a big project starting next week, I needed to be there at the start. Also they had already got a replacement for me, and they were due to start Friday.
"They don't waste any time here. I leave Thursday and somebody will be sitting at my desk on Friday."
"Yes, but they will probably not be as good as you."
That made me feel guilty. I should be glad that Charlotte was getting a replacement straight away.
I gave her my best smile before saying, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"It's OK," then she added, "Now we need to discuss the details of your move."
She then explained that because it was the company's decision to relocate me, they would pay for my belongings to be transported, but where to? It would have to be to Mother's place. I could then take my time looking for a new apartment. Now we needed somebody to do the move. After forty minutes of ringing round there was nobody available at such short notice. Charlotte was getting frustrated.
"We might have to put your things in storage," then she quickly added, "Hopefully for just a few days."
I didn't like the sound of that, but then I had an idea.
"My Mother will move me."
"But will all your things fit into the car?"
"Yes, and Mother will be happy to do it."
I then smiled. She must have thought it was because I had come up with a solution, but it was because I was now hatching a plan to get Mother to bring Grandma with her. Would all my things fit into the car? Yes, but Grandma would have to sit on my lap again.
After our last journey we had only been intimate a couple of times. We were finding it difficult to be alone together. My girlfriend Jane was spending most of her free time with me, at her place or mine, so there was very limited opportunity. The last time was nearly two months ago when I went home to visit Mother. When Jane went out shopping with her, Grandma declined.
"You two go out, I would rather stay at home."
Nobody asked me, they just assumed I didn't want to go. As soon as they were out of the door I had my hands on her, there were no complaints from Grandma, she was as keen as I was.
"I thought they would never go. Now fuck me to a quick climax, then you can take your time in giving me another one."
She got her first one in five minutes, but she had to wait an hour for the next one. When they returned Grandma was watching television, and I was reading a book. Mother looked at each of us in turn, before saying, "You should have come shopping with us. We had a great time."
Yes, they probably did, but not as good a time as we had while they were away.
After an hour and half I decided I had better ring Mother again. When she answered I could tell she was more relaxed, she had come to terms with it.
"So what time do you want me there Friday?"
"As soon as possible."
"It's at least a four hour drive, and I am not setting off before seven."
"OK, sometime around mid-day is fine," then, with my fingers crossed, I added, "What about Grandma?"
"She said yes, but I don't know why. It's going to be a long day for her and she will probably have to sit on your lap on the return leg."
I tried to hide the excitement from my voice as I said, "She is doing it for you, to keep you company. That's why I wanted you to ask her."
I was now grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I was going to get what I wanted, Grandma on my lap.
"I just wish Jane could come, we could share the driving."
"Sorry, as I said before, she can't get time off work."
"David, I have decided that I am only going to do this on one condition."
I didn't like the sound of that, Mother's conditions can be quite strict.
"You have to start taking driving lessons again. I will pay," then she quickly added, "For some of them."
"It's a deal."
"Good, you are twenty one. You should have passed your test a long time ago."
This time it was her who ended the call, everything had been resolved.
My promotion, and the move, had taken me by surprise. At first I was apprehensive, but now I was excited. Mother hadn't actually said it, but I could tell she was looking forward to having me back home. After speaking to Mr. Harrington, Charlotte had given me the good news about the money I would receive for relocating. I was going to get what it would have cost them to pay for a removal firm, and I was also getting a generous weekly allowance until I found a place of my own. I was going to give all of it to my Mother, but I hadn't told her yet, it was going to be a surprise.
On Thursday Charlotte let me leave work early, so that I could pack. When I got back to the apartment I spent a couple of hours putting my stuff into boxes. I then decided I would do the rest tomorrow morning.
The next day I was up at seven. I got a quick call from Mother thirty minutes later.
"Just to let you know we are setting off now. Make sure you are packed for when I get there."
Then she was gone before I could reply. I had plenty of time to finish packing, but I had a nagging feeling that if I left it until later, I would end up having to rush to complete it before she arrived. Best to get it done now.
I was finished just after nine. Everything was now ready to go, and I had checked the whole apartment thoroughly to see if I had missed anything. Ten minutes later I decided to check again, but I found nothing. That was it done now, I could relax.
I had stacked everything in the living room. Would it all fit into the car? It didn't look possible, and I would have been worried if we hadn't already done this before. It was mostly what I had come with, so if it was arranged carefully it would all go in. Despite my best efforts I hadn't managed to find a suitable place, so after nearly six months I was still in the company apartment. That had been a worry, but now it was to my advantage because it made my move back home a lot easier. As I waited for them I watched a bit of television, and I did some reading.
Just after twelve there was frantic knocking on the door, they must be here, but why the hurry? When I opened the door Mother pushed passed me.
"I need the bathroom."
I turned to watch her go, she was almost running, she must be desperate.
"Don't I get a hug?"
When I turned back it was Grandma, she was grinning. As I held her I was just about to whisper something in her ear, then I froze, there was somebody else behind her.
"When is it my turn?"
I just smiled at her, I was trying to compose myself. Why was she here?
"Granny, what a surprise," then I quickly added, "A nice surprise."
Her hug wasn't as firm as Grandma's. When she released me she said, "Don't call me Granny, that makes me feel old. How many times have I got to tell you, it's Sophie?"
It was all said with a smile on her face, and I responded by smiling back, and then just saying, "OK."
Mother was back now.
"You never said anything about Granny," then I corrected myself, "Sophie."
"Yes I did. Well I think I did. Does it matter?"
"No, but it was a surprise."
As I made coffee for everybody I thought about Granny being here. Did that change things? I didn't think so, it might even be helpful. Now there was definitely no way we could get everything into the car without Grandma sitting on my lap. That made me smile, and I quickly looked round to see if anybody had noticed, but they hadn't, they were too busy talking.
"Five minutes to finish your drinks, then we need to start."
Mother was keen to get going, and I was as well. I quickly drank the rest of my coffee. As I waited for the others to finish I looked across at Granny, then at Grandma. They were physically very different, but more so personality wise. Grandma is five feet four inches, but Granny is a lot shorter, I would say four eight, or possibly even smaller. I have to guess because she never tells anybody her height. When I was young I always used to ask her, but I always got the same answer.
"Granny, how tall are you?"
She would smile, then simply say, "Tall enough."
But it's not just the difference in height. Grandma isn't fat, but she has a few extra pounds, however Granny is waif like, small but perfectly formed. She looks as if you can pick her up with one hand. A strong wind might blow her away. She might be tiny but she has a good figure. Her breasts are barely a handful, but they are in proportion to the rest of her body.
When I looked again at Grandma, I caught her staring at Granny, there was a slight scowl on her face. I know that she doesn't really like her, but normally she tries not to show it. They have very different personalities, and have only been brought together because of my parents. At times Grandma has been quite strict with me, especially when I was young.
"David, how many times have I got to tell you? I don't like being called Granny, call me Grandma."
Granny never corrected me.
"Do you mind it when I call you Granny?"
I always got a nice smile, and a part on the head, then she would say, "You can call me whatever you want."
"Hurry up, two more minutes."
Mother was being generous, we had already gone past her five minute warning. She then got up, she was going to start without us. I joined her. As she was looking at the large pile I had assembled, trying to decide what should go in first, I realised that nobody had explained why Granny was here.
"What's the story with Granny?"
She muttered something, but I couldn't make out what it was, then she looked at me.
"Ask her yourself," then she added, "We have work to do."
I didn't say anymore, I knew when to keep my mouth shut. Under Mother's guidance we packed the car. I did all the heavy lifting, but the others did help with the small items. After thirty minutes it was all done, and Mother looked pleased with herself.
"I am getting good at this?"
I nodded my approval, it had been a lot quicker than before.
"David, you need to do a final check to make sure we haven't missed anything."
"It's OK, I have already checked," then I added, "Twice."
"Well make it three."
There was no point in arguing, so I did what she wanted. Five minutes later I returned, with a sock that I had found under the bed. It was in my pocket, there was no way I was going to let Mother know I had found something.
"Good, now we can go, but who is going in the back with David?"
That surprised me, and from the look on Grandma's face, her as well. We had both assumed it would be as before.
Granny was the first to speak, "I think it should be me."
"No Sophie, I have done it before. It can be quite uncomfortable, but I am used to it now."
"It might be better with me sitting on David, I am lighter than you."
Grandma looked as if she had been slapped in the face, and I could tell she was trying not to be angry. Granny had been very polite, but the implication was that Grandma was fat.
Then Mother joined in.
"We haven't time for this. David have you got a coin?"
It took me a couple of seconds to realise what she meant. With some warning I might have been able to find the two headed coin that I had, but instead I had to make do with a real one. As soon as it was out of my pocked Mother snatched it from me.
"Heads means you."
She was looking at her Mother. Grandma just nodded.
She tossed it high into the air, and it seemed to take ages before it was still. This wasn't ideal, but fifty-fifty odds gave me a decent chance.
Mother looked at it, then she declared, "Tails."
I muttered under my breath, "Best of three."
I hadn't got what I had wanted, and I didn't even get the coin back.
As Granny eased herself onto me, I looked around the enclosed space we were in. It would have been perfect for me and Grandma. Then I had a thought, when we stopped for a break I could suggest they swap. That cheered me up.
"I hope I am not too heavy for you," then she laughed.
Five minutes into the journey Mother turned the radio on. I groaned.
"I bet it's Country and Western."
But it wasn't, she settled on a middle of the road station, but I knew that eventually she would switch to her favourite, C&W.
Ten minutes later I was drifting off to sleep, then we hit a rough patch of road. Granny was almost flung of my lap, I had to grab her round the waist. Thankfully it only lasted for about thirty seconds.
Mother shouted, "Sorry about that. I didn't see it coming. Are you two OK?"
"Yes, but I nearly hit my head on the roof," then she laughed.
The road was now back to normal, but I kept my hands around her. They had started on her waist, but because of the bumping about, and her small size, they were now halfway up her breasts. Another few inches higher and I would be cupping them. Thinking about that was a bad idea, my cock was now thickening. I needed to remove my hands, however as soon as I started to, Granny folded her arms across mine.
"Keep them there. It's safer if you hold me."
When she moved her hands, I kept mine on her. This time they were even higher. I could feel the edge of her nipples against my thumbs, and unless I was mistaken, her nipples were growing.
My cock had now reached its full six inches, and it was pushing against her thigh. She must be feeling it, but she wasn't trying to move away, and she seemed perfectly happy for me to keep my hands on her tits.
We continued like this for another ten minutes, then I decided I was going to take it as far as I could. Slowly I moved my hands higher. There was no reaction from her, except for a slight moan, that was only just audible, when my hands were fully on her tits.
I was now getting bolder, massaging them with my hands. She was even thrusting her chest out. I could feel her nipples against my palms, they were nicely swollen. If it stayed like this we could both pretend I was just holding her, but I wanted more. When I pinched her nipples with my fingers, she gave a low guttural sound. They were a nice size, bigger than I had expected them to be. For the next ten minutes I did everything I could think of doing to them. She liked it best when I squeezed them.
"David will you do me a favour?"
"Of course."
I had no idea what she wanted from me, but it didn't matter. Now that she had let me play with her tits I was prepared to do anything she wanted.
"My back is a bit stiff, massage it."
Then she leant forward. As she did she also spread her legs wider. My cock was now pushing between her legs, against her skirt.
"Let me get comfortable before you start."
She then reached down and hitched her skirt up at the back. After a few seconds of wriggling about she said, "I am now ready."
I smiled, she had positioned herself so that my cock was now pushing against the front of her knickers.
I was now massaging her back, but all I was thinking about was what was between her legs. Would she let me touch her there? I needed to find out. It was time for me to take control.
"I think your back Is OK now. It might be a good idea to do your legs. When Grandma was in the car she complained that her legs were stiff."
"Do you think that is a good idea?"
She seemed unsure, perhaps realising what that might lead to.
"Yes I do."
It was said in a firm confident voice, and I hoped it would convince her.
"I think you are right, I am getting a bit tense down there."
I stopped massaging her, and she then leant back against me. When I looked down I could see her legs were still wide apart, and the hem of her skirt was high on her thigh. I quickly reached down and placed my hands between her legs, pushing them even further apart.
"We will stop in about an hour."
That startled me, I had almost forgotten that we were not alone.
Then Mother continued with, "Just for a quick bite to eat. We will have a proper meal when we get home."
"That will be nice. It will give me a chance to stretch my legs."
"Sophie, we can stop now if you want."
Mother sounded concerned.
"Thanks, but no. I can manage until then."
"David please help her, if you massage her legs it will help the circulation."
"Yes Mother."
I was now finding it difficult not to laugh. I was already going to 'massage' her, but now I had Mother's permission to do it.
"Mine are a bit sore as well."
It was Grandma, she sounded as if she didn't want to be left out.
"Stop whinging, just massage them yourself."
Mother had been very harsh with Grandma. I didn't say anything, but I felt sorry for her. If I could finish with Granny before we stopped, then I would do my best to get them to swap. If I could have both of them on the same day, that would be some achievement.
"Your Mother said you should massage my legs."
There was a slight irritation in her voice, that was good, it meant she was keen for me to start.
Her bare legs felt smooth, she had obviously shaved them recently. Had she shaved more than her legs? I was about to find out. When I got to the hem of her skirt she spread her legs wider, then she reached down and pulled her skirt high. My hands were now at the top of her thighs, touching the edge of her knickers. I traced a finger against the white material, it was soft and smooth, it might even be silk.When I touched her between her legs she gasped. I could just make out her opening, and higher up her little bud.
"Take your knickers off, I want to finger your cunt."
I felt her body briefly tense, then she said, "Please don't call it that. It's so crude."
"Sorry, is pussy better?"
That made her giggle.
"Uncle George calls it my Honey Pot, but pussy will do."
"Take your knickers off, I want to finger your pussy."
This time there was no hesitation, her knickers were quickly round her ankles, then they were off. As soon as she had opened her legs again my fingers were on her. It was so small, so delicate. She was right, it wasn't a cunt, it was a pussy. A sweet pussy.
I pushed a fingertip in.
"Be careful, I am so small. Start with one, then later on add another. But no more than two."
I had to smile, it reminded me of something she used to say when I was little, and she had been making cakes.
"How many can I have?"
"Start with one, then later on you can have another. But no more than two."
I now had that finger deep in her, up to the knuckle. I could feel her cervix. She definitely had the smallest cunt I had ever played with. What would it be like to fuck her? My cock gained another inch as I realised that I might actually get to do that.
As I slowly finger fucked her with it, I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She was now making a low purring sound, almost continuously. This was good, but we were in an awkward position.
"It will be better if I turn you round so that you face me."
"How will you do that?"
"It's easy. You make yourself small, and then I will lift you up and spin you round."
"It doesn't sound possible, they will hear something."
"Trust me, I can do it OK."
I had said it with the confidence of somebody who has done it before. I had managed it with Grandma, and she was a lot bigger. It was going to be easy, and it would have been if Granny hadn't kicked a box. It wobbled, but fortunately it stayed where it was.
The radio was suddenly turned off, then Mother said, "What's going on back there?"
Then Grandma chipped in with, "Yes, you are making a lot of noise."
"My fault, I kicked a box when I stretched my leg."
"We can swap if you want."
Grandma was still trying to get onto my lap, but I had unfished business with Granny, so I quickly said, "Thanks, but we are OK for now."
As soon as the radio was back on we continued. She was now facing me. Her legs were as wide open as before, but now I could see her pussy in all its glory. Little lips at the edge of a small opening, and a clit that was only slightly jutting out, all framed by nicely trimmed hair.
This time when I put a finger in, it was quickly followed by a second. As much as I would have liked to make it three I resisted. That would be too much for her. This position was a lot better for fingering her, but what I liked best about it was that I could see her face. As I worked my fingers I could see how much she was enjoying it.
After five minutes she closed her eyes, then she murmured, "Finish me off."
Did she want me to fuck her?
"Rub my clit harder, I am nearly there."
So this was all that was going to happen. I was disappointed, but not giving her what she wanted would not help.
"Yes, that's it. Rub even harder."
I was now doing it as hard and as fast as I could, the two fingers I had inside her were still. I was concentrating on her clit. When she climaxed she was very animated, shaking her head from side to side, and tensing her body. At one point I thought she was going to scream, but she managed to stifle it.
When she reached down and pulled on my hand, I knew she had finished. I gently removed my fingers, but it still made her wince.
"I had better turn you round."
She gave me a nice smile, then she said, "Not yet, it's your turn."
Before I could say anything she was pulling on my zip, she was struggling so I took over. When it was out she took her time looking at it.
"It's a nice cock, but it's too big for me."
So I wasn't going to get to climax in her pussy, it must be by hand. However when she lowered her head, I knew it was going to be better than that.
"We are stopping in half an hour."
Mother had taken me by surprise, but I managed to shout back a quick, "OK."
Thirty minutes was plenty of time, five minutes might even be enough.
"Sophie, do you mind where we eat?"
She managed a muffled, "No," then she got back to servicing my cock.
"Are you eating?"
I had to answer for Granny.
"She has got her mouth full," then I added, "Eating a biscuit."
Grandma joined in, "I hope there is enough to share."
"Sorry, it's the last one."
Grandma grunted, probably to show her disapproval, then she was silent. I would have liked to share with them what Granny had in her mouth. Grandma had already tasted it, and she liked it, she liked it a lot, but putting it into Mother's mouth would be a new experience. I shuddered thinking about that.
I thought I would only last five minutes, but after ten we were still going. It was thanks to Granny's skill, every time I got close she seemed to sense it, so she backed off. It was getting too much for me.
"Make me come."
She then quickly picked up the pace. A minute later I was pouring it into her mouth, and she was frantically gulping it down. When I had finished, and my cock was out, she licked her lips.
"When we stop, I hope the food tastes as good as that."
I just smiled, then I quickly turned her round. This time it went like clockwork. That was one need satisfied, the next one was food. Fifteen minutes later Mother turned off the main road.
"We are stopping here, it's a burger place."
It was good to be out of the car. Next to the building was a billboard, with large letters on it.
'OB's IG URGER AR'.
I was confused, then I read what was written underneath in smaller letters.
'We put the B in burgers!'
It now made sense, you had to read it as the following.
'BOB's BIG BURGER BAR'.
I turned to Grandma, the others had already gone on ahead.
"That's very clever."
"No it's not, it's wrong. They didn't put the B in, they took it out."
"Yes that's true, but it's still clever."
She shook her head, then she gave me a piercing stare.
"Have you two been doing something in the back of the car?"
I tried to sound indignant when I said, "Of course not."
She looked pleased, so she must have believed me.
When we joined the others they were about to order, so we had to choose quickly. I picked a simple burger, but Grandma couldn't decide what she wanted, eventually she made her mind up. We didn't have to wait long before it was served.
"This is good."
The others agreed with me.
"What time will Uncle George be picking you up tonight?"
Granny quickly finished her mouthful of food, then she answered Grandma, "About nine."
When I looked at her she smiled, then she said, "David, I never told you why I am here. Uncle George has a reunion day with his old army buddies. Our hotel is only half an hour from your Mother's place, so we called in to see her yesterday. When I said that I had no plans for today, she kindly suggested that I join her."
So I had Mother to thank for her being with us, I would now reward her by telling her the good news about my expenses.
"Mother, something I should have told you before. The company are paying for my relocation, and are giving me a weekly allowance until I find a new place. It's to cover the cost of you moving me, and for all the extra expense you will incur while I am living with you."
"How much?"
"I don't know yet, but it will be a decent amount."
I did know, but I didn't what to tell her in front of the others.
"And how much of it are you giving to me?"
"All of it."
I didn't get a thank you, I had to make do with a brief smile and a nod of approval, but I could tell she was pleased with the good news. It was now also time to make up with Grandma. She hadn't said anything, but I got the feeling that she was blaming me for her having to sit in the front.
"Grandma, now that I will be back at home, I can come round and do some jobs for you. Didn't you say that the garage has some cracks in the wall?"
"Yes. They really need fixing as soon as possible," then she smiled before saying, "But it's not just the cracks, I have some holes that need filling."
I was tempted to ask how many, but I knew the answer was three, and they were not in the garage.
After we had eaten we all went to the restroom. I was the first to get back to the car, a minute later Granny joined me.
"I assume Grandma has asked you to swap."
"No, but if she does I will say no," then she hesitated before adding, "Unless you want me to say yes?"
I just shook my head.
"Good, we can have some more fun."
I was surprised, I thought we had finished.
"What do you have in mind?"
"To put it bluntly, Uncle George has problems getting it up, and even bigger problems keeping it up. But don't worry, he is good with his fingers and his tongue." She then giggled before continuing with, "That's OK most of the time, but some days only a cock will do."
So in a roundabout way she was saying that she wanted to be fucked. Five minutes later, when I saw the other two coming towards us, I was still smiling. It was an effort to get rid of it before they noticed.
As we drove off Mother announced, "It's time for some proper music." We now had a Country and Western song blaring out, made worse by the fact that Mother was singing along with it. Normally that would be unbearable, but today I could tolerate it, I had other things on my mind.
After only five minutes of driving, her knickers were off, and my cock was out of my trousers. Seconds later I was trying to push into her. Positioning my cock at her opening had been easy, but getting it in was difficult.
"I need to push harder."
She didn't reply, but I felt her body tense.
My first attempt was too feeble, but the second one got me in, but just a couple of inches. I held onto her slim waist while I forced the rest in. When she had all my six inches, I stopped.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, but let me just sit on you for a while, until I get used to it. It's a long time since I have had a cock inside of me, and you are bigger than Uncle George," then she giggled before saying, "It almost feels like my first time."
"With Uncle George?"
"No he wasn't my first, he was my second. I lost my virginity to my piano teacher."
I didn't say anything, I just waited, I had the feeling she would tell me more. After a few seconds she did.
"It was a couple of months before my nineteenth birthday. Mother decided that I should take piano lessons. You probably don't remember her, she died when you were young."
I had some vague memories of an old woman who looked a bit like Granny.
"You think your Mother is strict, my Mother was a lot worse. So when she said I was having lessons, I had no choice. My teacher was Mr. Harris. He was well dressed and charming, I would say he was in his early fifties. He was a very good teacher."
Then she started to move on me, it was nice and gentle, but enough to increase her excitement, and mine as well.
"One day he surprised me by putting his hand on my knee. He then left it there until the lesson ended. The next lesson he was bolder, placing it high on my thigh."
I muttered, "He was testing the water, to see if you would complain."
She ignored me, carrying on with the story, "I found it confusing, and I wasn't sure what he wanted from me. However a week later it all became clear. This time his hand was back on my knee, but only so that he could put it under my skirt. He then slowly moved it up against my bare leg, only stopping when he got to the edge of my knickers."
She then started to rock even more. It felt good, when she had finished telling me about her first time, we would be more than ready to fuck.
"I then felt his hot breath on my neck as he whispered into my ear, 'Sophie darling, please open those pretty legs of yours'. I didn't hesitate, I just opened up for him. When he got his hand between my legs his fingers were all over me, touching and rubbing everywhere. Then he concentrated on one part, my clit."
"Did he make you come?"
"Yes, he didn't go inside my knickers, but he still managed to give me a climax. I nearly fainted. I had played with myself before, but this time when I came it was on another level. When the lesson ended he said to me, 'Next time please don't wear any underwear'. I just nodded, he had me hooked."
"Where was your Mother when this was going on?"
"Around the house, mostly in the kitchen, but she never came into our room while the lesson was on."
"Even so, it was still risky."
"But not as risky as what happened a few weeks later. Part way through a lesson Mother shouted to us that she was going out for a while, but she would be back soon. He waited five minutes then he had me bent over the piano stool. He struggled to get it in, but nothing was going to stop him. It was painful and I was glad that he didn't last long. Afterwards he apologised for being rough with me, and he said it would be better next time. The next week Mother went out again. This time he was more gentle, and I climaxed. We did it another three or four time, the last two while Mother was still in the house. I was now enjoying it, and I was also getting good at it."
"So how did it end?"
Mother just announced one day that I would be having a new teacher. The next lesson was with Mrs. Jameson.
"Do you think she knew?"
"Yes, she might not have known we were having sex," then she giggled before adding, "From behind like dogs do. But I think she suspected something. I never saw Mr. Harris again."
"I will never be able to see a piano stool again without smiling, but I think it's now time for me to fuck you."
"Yes, and I want it hard."
For the next five minutes that's what she got. She was now bending forward as much as she could, and I was giving her full strokes. Surprisingly there was very little noise from her, she was probably biting her lip to stop herself from being too loud.
"Slow down, I want it to last a bit longer."
As I did, I felt her pussy start to spasm, too late, she was already climaxing. If I wanted to come with her I needed to be quick, so I thrust hard and deep into her. This time she couldn't stay quiet.
"Sophie are you OK, it sounds as if you are in pain?"
I shouted back, "It's just cramp."
"Help her, go into the muscle."
I thrust hard again, "I am going in as deep as I can."
"Good, don't stop until she tells you to."
I always do what my Mother says, so I continued with the fucking. Two strokes later I heard Granny say, "Stop, I can't take anymore," then I climaxed as well. We hadn't come together, but it was close. Not bad for a first time.
As we were recovering Mother turned the radio off.
"You had me worried, but you seem to be OK now."
"I am, David sorted me out."
"Well done. The next time I have cramp you can do the same to me."
Then the radio was back on.
I whispered to Granny, "I hope she gets cramp soon."
That cracked her up, so much that I thought she would never stop laughing. When she eventually did, we tidied ourselves up. I was now firmly zipped up, and Granny had her knickers back on. I was now so relaxed that fifteen minutes later I drifted off to sleep. I only woke when Mother called me.
"David, we are nearly home."
I gave a big yawn, then I said, "I fell off asleep."
Grandma said, "Yes, we know. We could hear you snoring."
I muttered under my breath, "I bet it sounded better than that Country and Western music."
Fortunately Mother didn't hear what I had just said. Ten minutes later we were pulling into the drive, we were home.
When we were all out of the car I turned to Mother and said, "Thanks."
"You are welcome, but remember your promise. You agreed that you would take driving lessons if I helped you move."
"I will, but I would rather take piano lessons."
They all looked puzzled, except Granny, who was doing her best not to laugh.
Mother said, "What do you mean?"
"Just my idea of a silly joke."
I got funny looks from Grandma and Mother, but Granny was smiling, then they all went indoors, leaving me to unpack. I didn't mind, so far it had been a brilliant day, and it was going to get even better. Jane was joining us later for the evening meal, and she was staying overnight, in my bed!