I had never viewed my Grandmother as anything but a portly, if slightly dense, woman. She was the typical "old world" Grandma - wide hips, a little too plump in the rear and large sagging breasts. Actually, they were huge breasts so I'm not sure how much they sagged. I always found the dichotomy of my Grandmother's huge mammary glands compared to my mother's almost non-existent breasts interesting. Something was apparently flushed from the gene pool.

Since we lived in the same city, my parents would often drop me and my sister off with my grandparents to spend some time with them. They'd go out or whatever and we'd do the "family" thing. It was at the end of one of those visits that something happened. I'm not sure exactly what, to be honest, but I do recall my parents and sister had gone out to the car already. My mostly-feeble grandpa was in bed already. I went to give my grandmother a hug goodbye and my hand brushed against one of her breasts. Instead of removing it, I rubbed it gently. I could see something in my grandmother's eyes - a sparkle maybe. Nervous at the stirring in my crotch, I pecked her on the cheek and joined my family.

A week later the same thing happened, except now I was more prepared. After berating myself for being so stupid (it was my grandmother, after all!) I found myself more intentionally coping a feel when I hugged her goodbye. This time I not only rubbed her breast but I also squeezed her plump ass cheeks. I'd crossed the line - my intentions or at least lust were pretty damn obvious. Instead of reacting negatively though, I found my grandmother's tongue in my mouth in response! She had slipped me some tongue! Her breath was wintergreen fresh - she was always chewing gum.

Shocked and surprised, I left quickly. The whole ride home my cock throbbed at the varied, disgusting yet strangely alluring thoughts I was having about my grandmother. I was confused and of course had no one I could talk to. I mean, "Hey, I have these strange, lustful feelings about your mom, mom" wasn't exactly a conversation starter. Truth be told, I'd already fooled around with my sister a little, so the idea of 'family relations' wasn't what disturbed me. It was the thought of a 65-year-old woman slipping me the tongue.

I would find out, much later in life that my grandfather regularly bedded my mother growing up. Not only that, be he shared those duties with his two sons. So my mother had grown up in a house of family fucking - and it was a small house. It was definitely not something that my grandmother couldn't know about, although she may have denied it. Maybe that's why being groped by a grandson didn't repulse my grandmother. It started to make me wonder - I had two cousins, one two months younger, the other about a year and a half younger, that spent a lot of time with grandma. I wondered if they'd ever experienced anything like this. When I tried to bring up the subject in a roundabout way they didn't seem to get it. Or they just lied. I guess I'll never really know.

Another week went by and we made plans to visit my grandparents again. This time my sister and I would stay the night, however. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I didn't have a plan - in fact I didn't even know why I was excited, just that I was. My grandparent's house was built like a donut: The "hole" in the center was the living room. Then there were rooms all the way around, all connected. You could circle the entire house by walking through all three bedrooms, through the bathroom and into the kitchen.

That evening I played it cool - I didn't want things to get too strange, if that was possible. Around eight my grandfather went to bed. Shortly thereafter my grandmother suggested that my ten-year-old sister and her take a bath. She said that the hot water heater was on the fritz, so it'd be better to take one together. My sister was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of bathing with grandma. I thought it was pretty kinky. They went into the bathroom and I circled the house to the room where I would be staying - which was right next to the bathroom. I had never really paid much attention before, but now I realized that I could hear practically everything they said. I also realized that the hook and hoop closure on the door left the door partially ajar. Maybe an inch, inch and a half, but it was enough. With my bedroom lights off and the bright fluorescent halo light in the bathroom, I knew they wouldn't be able to see me.

I kneeled near the door and peeked through the crack. I watched as my sister got undressed shyly, half hiding her body from my grandma's stare.

"Grandma, I have to pee. Can you, uhm, turn around?" Lori asked softly.

My grandmother just smiled and complied. I could see my sister relieve herself on the toilet, then she daintily wiped her pubes. I found my sis to be a very attractive young girl and watching her pee and her being naked combined to form a pretty good erection. My sis's breasts were just starting to form - the gene pool was playing practical jokes by giving my sister my grandmother's breasts. My mother just never got her cut, I guess......(cont)