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JOEY’S STORY

It was the saddest day Joey could ever remember, it was the day of his grandfather Joe’s funeral. Even as a sixteen year old, he felt no embarrassment in crying.

As the service reminisced about Joe’s life from family and friends, Joey remembered the good times he had spent with Grandad Joe. The fishing trips to the local gravel pits, even though they didn’t always catch anything, it was just being with the nicest man in his life. Having lost his father when he was only seven years old, Grandad Joe featured as the father figure. He only had the grandparents on his mothers side, his fathers parents having passed away even before his dad had met his mum.

Joey remembered when Grandad Joe had the heart attack, after that he became less active, but Joey still enjoyed being in his company. When he reached his fifteenth birthday, he had been visiting his grandparents, Grandma Margie was baking in the kitchen while he and Grandad Joe were talking in the study. Yes Grandad Joe had a study, the walls were adorned with a pictorial history of the old mans life. From when he had joined the Royal Navy, the ships he had served on, the places he had been.

Joey recalled the day his Grandpa Joe had talked of the fun he had in the various ports. It was when he had said, “as a sailor you could always guarantee a bit of quim.”

When Joey had asked what a ‘quim’ was, his Grandad had put his finger to his lips, “shush Joey, not so loud, I think you’re still a bit young to worry about that sort of thing for a while.”

Joey had insisted, so Joe had told him, “a quim is another name for a woman’s fanny.”

Joey had gone bright red which had caused Joe to laugh, but he tapped the side of his nose and said, “don’t forget, mum’s the word.”

It was the second heart attack that took this wonderful mans life.

After the ceremony, the mourners had gone back to Marjorie’s home for the wake. Joey preferred to be on his own and asked his Gran if he could spend some time in the study.

“Of course Joey, spend as long as you like.”

He had sat in Joe’s chair and surveyed the photos on the walls, he must have dropped off, for the next thing he knew was his mother shaking him awake. “Joey, wake up son, it’s time for us to be going home.”

“Sorry mum, what time is it?”

“Well everyone has left now, so your Gran wants to be on her own now.”

“Will she be alright mum?”

His mother nodded, “yes, I think she needs the time to mourn dad.”

He kissed and hugged his Gran, “Joey, you’re getting to look more and more like your Grandad everyday.”

“Thanks Nan, are you going to be alright on your own?”

“Yes, of course Joey, your Nan just needs some time on her own to have a good cry.”

Susan, Marjorie’s daughter kissed her mother, “I’ll ring you in the morning mum, but if there’s anything you want then just give me a call.”

Several days later Joey’s mum called him into the living room.

“Joey, we need to talk.”

He wondered if he had done something wrong as his mother had her serious face on.

After he had sat down his mother said, “Joey, your Nan and I were talking, since your Grandad had died she’s finding the house a bit to big to handle, so what I need to know…”

Before she finished the sentence Joey became excited and said, “you want Nanny Marjorie to come and live with us?” Joey idolised his Gran, he once made a comment that she looked like Pearl a character from Last of the Summer Wine, which was a television sitcom about the lives of a group of pensioners in a northern village. It was almost farcical humour, but Joey loved watching it. Although his Gran seemed displeased when he said this, she admitted later to her husband that she found it funny and looking in the mirror saw that there was more than a passing resemblance to the individual.

Grandad Joe told him afterwards, but said it had to be their little secret. So when he was alone with his Grandad, he always asked, “how is Pearl Grandad?”

His mother knew Joey would be happy for her mother to come and live with them, but she said, “yes, but before you agree you need to realise that there are going to have to be a lot of changes.”

“I don’t mind mum.”

Susan raised her hand, “you know it means having to give up the box room.”

The box room was a small bedroom which Joey had appropriated as a hobby room, as a keen modeller, he could, within reason, make as much mess as he wanted. His mother insisted on vacuuming at least once a week, so he had to ensure that anything he wanted to keep was picked up from the floor, otherwise it would end up inside the vacuum cleaner.

“I don’t mind mum, I don’t use it that much now I’ve grown up.”

Susan laughed, yes it was true that her son had grown up a lot, but to her she would always be her little boy.

“So when is Nan moving in?”

“Whoa, slow down, there’s lots of things to sort out first, we have to sort out the paperwork so mum can sell her house, there’s all the furniture apart from the few bits she wants to bring with her, the rest will have to be put into storage until she decides what to do with it.”

Joey was excited, it was also handy that he was just starting his summer school holidays, so he would be able to help out as much as possible.

Eventually the day arrived when Marjorie moved in, Joey and his mother had cleared out the box room, it was impossible to put a double bed in the box room. It was suggested that Joey move into the box room and his grandmother have Joey’s room, but Marjorie had vehemently said that she wasn’t going to turn Joey out of his room, so it was agreed that as his was the biggest room apart from his mothers, then Marjorie would have Joeys single bed in the box room and he could have the double bed in his room. Before she moved in, Joey and his mother decorated it in a style to suit a sixty year old lady, all pink and flowers. There were a lot of photographs she wanted to hang on the walls. All in all Marjorie was going to be very comfortable in her new bedroom.

It was strange that Joe senior wasn’t mentioned much, Joey thought that perhaps it might upset his Nan to talk about his Grandad so he never raised the subject.

After a couple of weeks they seemed to have adjusted to having Marjorie living with them. A routine was set for using the bathroom in the mornings. Breakfast rule was, first up put the kettle on, warmed the pot and laid out the cups. Life went by with no major problems.

Then one particular evening, they had been watching TV, it was boring due to his mother and Nan wanting to watch the soaps and various other female related programs. Joey could have gone into the kitchen and watched the smaller set in there, but after a couple of hours he found it was uncomfortable. In the end he decided to have an early night.

“I think I’ll have an early night.”

He kissed his mum on the cheek, then as he kissed his Nan, she said the oddest thing. “I’ll be up later Joe.”

He glanced over at his mother who shook her head to indicate that he shouldn’t say anything.

After Joey had left, Susan turned to her mother, “are you alright mum?”

Marjorie looked up, “why’s that Sue?”

“Well you called Joey by dads name.”

“Oh did I? I was probably thinking about your dad.”

Susan thought no more of it, there had been times when she had been distracted and said something totally unrelated to whatever the conversation had been about.

The following morning, they sat round the breakfast table, Susan reminded her mother that it was the night she was worked late at the local pub and wouldn’t be home until late. Marjorie just nodded.

That evening as Joey and Marjorie sat watching the TV, of course there was the mandatory hour of soaps, then at ten o’clock Marjorie started to flick through the Electronic Program Guide, her gaze alighted on one in particular. Naked Attraction.

“Oh what’s that about Joey?”

“I don’t know Gran,” he lied. “Probably boring, don’t you want to watch the news?”

Now Joey knew at once what it was about, just before his Nan came to live with them, he would watch this as it was on the same night that his mother worked late, he was able to watch and masturbate while he looked at the naked women that participated in this show. For the benefit of those that haven’t seen it, half the program was devoted to a man who had to choose from six naked women and whittle them down to two, then he had to appear naked to select one to go on a date with, the other half would be six men and one woman. Of course he was only interested in the bit with the six women.

Marjorie clicked on the channel and it changed. “I don’t think you’ll be interested in this Nan.”

“Well I’m curious, if it’s as you say ‘boring’ then I’ll turn it over, but I want to see what it’s all about.”

Joey thought it was priceless seeing his Nan’s face when the lower half of the screen lifted and the bottom half of the six women came into view.

“Good heavens,” she exclaimed. “You can see all their bits.”

“Do you want to turn it over Nan?”

Ignoring the question, she asked, “do all young women have no hair down there?”

“I think it’s the trend now Nan.”

“So how do they remove it?”

Now she seemed to think that her sixteen year old Grandson was an expert on such matters.

“I suppose they shave or wax Nan.”

Marjorie pulled a face, “urghhh, they didn’t do that in my day, well not unless you were having a baby, hygiene you know.”

Joey didn’t know.

What she said next nearly floored him. “Well I wouldn’t shave my bush, I remember when I had your mum, it was well itchy as it grew back.”

It was then that they heard the sound of a key in the front door.

“Crikey it’s mum,” he exclaimed.

Marjorie changed channels, “best not say anything to your mum eh?”

Joey nodded, but wondered how his Gran would have reacted if she had seen the second half of the program which featured six naked men?

Susan walked into the room, “so, what have you two been up to while I was at work?”

Joey and his grandmother just grinned at each other.

Susan was too tired to try and ask what they found so amusing.

Finally Joey decided he was going to bed, his mother was in the kitchen, so he went to kiss his Gran goodnight first. Marjorie placed her hands on each side of his head as she normally did and would then kiss him on the forehead, only this time she planted a kiss right on his lips.

“See you in a bit Joe.”

He was confused, then he remembered how his Gran had called him by his grandfathers name at the breakfast table. He dismissed it as a slight memory hiccup on his Gran’s part.

He brushed his teeth and when he came out of the bathroom, his mother was waiting outside. “At last, I thought you’d taken route, mum has already turned in, see you in the morning Joey.”

He was about to mention that his Gran had called him by Grandad Joe’s name, but decided against it, he didn’t want to worry her unnecessarily, so he just said, “goodnight mum,” and received a kiss on the cheek.

‘At least mum is normal,’ he thought to himself.

He stripped off his jeans and shirt, he never wore pyjamas, despite his mother buying them for him. He always slept in his underwear, then putting on a bathrobe in the morning for breakfast before getting dressed later when he could brush his teeth.

As he drifted off to sleep, he half imagined that someone had opened his bedroom door. He listened, but heard nothing.

At first Joey was unaware that someone had crawled into his bed. “What’s happening?”

“It’s only me Joe, shift over, do you want all the room?”

He recognised his Gran’s voice. “What’s up?”

“Oh I’ve missed our cuddling up in bed Joe.”

Joey realised that for whatever the reason that once again she thought that he was her husband Joe. He was unsure how to react?

As they lay there, Marjorie’s hand came to rest on Joey’s lap. Now regardless that she was his grandmother plus he still had the memory of the six naked women off the TV, Joey became erect.

“Joseph Baxter, I suppose looking at those naked women has made you like this, well for that you can sleep in the spare room.”

Joey started to protest. “No Joe, I won’t share my bed with you, now be off with you.”

Joey got out of bed, he crept out into the hall as he didn’t want to wake his mother. Carefully opening the hall cupboard, he took out a spare duvet, it didn’t have a cover on it, but all he wanted was something to keep him warm. Downstairs he stretched out on the settee in the living room and dropped off to sleep.

“Joey, wake up, what the devil are you sleeping on the settee for?”

He wasn’t sure whether to tell her that his Gran had got into bed with him, if he did he wasn’t going to tell her about how her hand had given him an erection. So he just gave her the abridged version.

“So your Gran called you Joe?”

“Yes mum and I’m worried, do you think that Gran’s getting,” he stopped short of saying the word ‘dementia’

“I think it’s possible that your Gran hasn’t come to terms with losing your Grandad.”

“So what do I do if she does it again, perhaps I could fit a lock on my door.”

“No, if she tries to come in your room and finds it locked, we don’t know how she might react, no let her come in, when she drops off to sleep then you’ll have to nip downstairs and sleep on the settee like you did last night, maybe she’ll realise and stop, besides which I don’t think at her age she’s likely to want to….”

Susan stopped herself from finishing the sentence, but not before Joey realised what she was about to say. There was only one thing she was referring to. SEX. He suddenly thought, ‘what if his Gran started to instigate something sexual?’ He shuddered, how would he deal with his lovely grey haired Gran trying to have sex with him?

This started him to wonder, did his Gran ever think about sex, maybe when her had rested on his penis it had been an accident. Then he began to wonder if her grey hair was limited to just the hair on her head? Maybe she was bald. He mentally rebuked himself for having these kind of thoughts about his sixty year old Grandmother.

His mother suggested that perhaps he should wait until his Gran had gone to bed, then allow her enough time to drop off to sleep. It was difficult as he nodded off several times while they were watching TV.

After Marjorie had gone up to bed, Joey turned to his mother, “mum, couldn’t I sleep down here until Gran stops, you know?”

“No Joey, what if she comes into your room in the night and finds it empty, it could make her more confused, no best do it the way I’ve said.”

So for the next three nights he always waited until he thought she would be asleep and found that she didn’t come in and bother him. His mother said, “it must have been a one off son, you can go back to normal now.”

That night he went to bed earlier than his mum and Gran. He was relieved as he was becoming overtired.

Later he became aware that his Gran had got in to bed with him again.

“Hello Joe, time for cuddles.” She d****d an arm over his chest.

He was so tired that he just ignored her and dropped off to sleep.

He awoke, he felt a hand working it’s way into his underpants. Even though he though he knew it was his Gran, he became hard.

“Oh Joseph, you naughty boy, I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so hard before, let Pearl make it better for you.” Why had she called herself Pearl? Then he remembered about the time he had compared her to the TV character. Surely she and Grandad Joe hadn’t engaged in role play?

Before he knew it she had eased his pants down and freed his penis.

He never knew that people of her generation knew about masturbation.

Because it was dark, he couldn’t see what she did next, but he heard her spit into her hand. ‘My god,’ he thought, ‘she’s going to lube me up with her saliva.’

Now her slippery hand was wrapped around his penis and working it’s magic. Now instead of just moving it up and down the way he did when he had a wank, she also turned it, this was something new. Soon he felt the tingle that signalled that he was about to come.

He forgot that she thought he was her husband Joe and he groaned, “oh Gran,” as he started to ejaculate.

“There, that’s better isn’t it Joe? mind you, I don’t think you deserve it after trying to chase that Marina.”

My god, thought Joey, they did. His Gran was Pearl and Grandad Joe was Howard the henpecked husband who was always pursuing the local femme fatale named Marina who was a few years passed her sell by date. He never succeeded, always being thwarted by his domineering wife Pearl.

Joey was totally at a loss as to what to say to her, if he spoke, would she recognise from his voice that he wasn’t her husband? If so, how would she react realising that she had just wanked her grandson off?

He decided not to say a word, merely giving a satisfactory Mmm.

Marjorie kissed him on the lips and then turned over and he soon heard the rhythmic sound of her breathing as she dropped off to sleep.

As carefully as he could, Joey climbed out of bed ensuring not to wake her. He replaced the duvet over her and headed for the bathroom to clean himself up, he noticed that the door to his Gran’s room was open.

His mother found him the next morning fast asleep on the settee.

“Your Gran again?”

He nodded, “I waited until she went to sleep, then came down here.”

He got up and wrapped the duvet around himself, then went upstairs. He saw that the door to his room was open and his bed was empty, the door to his Gran’s room was closed.

He decided to shower and dress before breakfast, he didn’t clean his teeth as he would do that after he had eaten. As he came out of the bathroom, he saw his Gran coming out of her room.

“Good morning Joey, did you slept alright?”

It seemed that his Gran was back to normal. “Fine thank you Gran, what about you?

“I had a bit of a fitful night, I dreamt about your Grandad.”

“Oh yes, what was it about?”

“Ooh I couldn’t tell you that.”

Then she went into the bathroom and he heard her lock the door.

There was the usual breakfast chat, the weather, some woman down the road who had just left her husband was the main topic, Joey wasn’t really taking much notice.

He decided to spend the day with a friend and they went swimming as the weather was quite warm and they could go to the outdoor lido. When they got there, they saw it was packed. His friend John said, “sod this, I don’t fancy being packed in there with all that lot.”

“So what do you want to do then John?”

“Right, I’m going to show you something, but first you have to promise not to tell anyone, otherwise it’ll get out of hand and spoil it.”

Joey promised and John took him round to the back of the swimming pool. This was where they had buildings that stored the power plant for the pumps and various other machinery needed to run the large complex.

“Right, whatever you see, you have to keep completely quiet or else they’ll find us and it will spoil it for good.” Joey nodded.

There was a section where some of the roofing material was damaged, the council hadn’t the funds to do the repairs and as it didn’t impact the safety and running of the pool, they left it with a tarpaulin over it.

John indicated for Joey to cup his hands so John could put his foot in and be lifted up so he could undo some of the rope holding the tarpaulin in place, next he leaned down to assist Joey to climb up and they went inside.

Fortunately there were boards across the beams that supported the ceiling of the boiler house, they knew this as it was quite warm. From where they lay, they had a perfect view into the women’s changing rooms. These were divided into a number of cubicles that unlike the men’s changing area didn’t have doors on.

There were a lot of k**s in there and they waited until women began to come in, some to get dressed, some to change into their costumes. Joey was surprised at the differences in the women he saw. They were fat, thin, some had pubic hair, some were clean shaven. Then a woman aged about his Gran’s age began to undress. Joey became interested, he told himself it was merely to see if an old woman had pubic hair. The woman was completely bald and he didn’t know if it was because she removed it herself or if it was due to her age.

He was about to nudge John who was concentrating on a couple of girls that he recognised from school, when he saw two women who must have been in their sixties came in to change. As they disrobed, he saw that one had really droopy breasts, whereas the other woman’s were quite firm. He wondered which type his Gran’s were like?

When they removed their knickers, he saw that floppy tits, as he decided to call her, had thick dark hair, whereas the other woman’s hair, although quite bushy, was totally grey.

For the next few minutes it seemed that most of the women were in the older age range and John was becoming bored, he nudged Joey and mouthed the words, “let’s go.”

Joey wanted to stay to continue his research about older women’s pubic hair, but as John wanted to leave and he didn’t want his friend to know about his interest in older women he agreed.

Getting down was a lot easier than getting up. he supported John as he tied the tarpaulin back in place, then they had to dust each other down due to the accumulated dirt in the roof space.

“What do you want to do now?” asked John.

“I think I’ll go home, it’s starting to get cold and the colour of that sky, we’ll probably have some rain.”

“Yes, I guess you’re right,” John said, “anyway I have to go and see my Gran, even though she doesn’t recognise me when I get there, but mum says I have to go, so I’ll see you around.”

They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Joey realised that it wasn’t only him that had a Gran who was losing her faculty’s.

He got home and explained that the pool was crowded so John and he had stayed in the park. That seemed to satisfy his mother.

Joey began to wonder if he could get to see what his Gran was like naked? It wasn’t anywhere as bad as allowing her to masturbate him, not that he would be able to stop her, would he?

He took a shower before his evening meal as he was dirtier than he thought from his visit to the roof to observe the women naked.

The evening meal was eaten in silence. Joey glanced at his Gran from time to time. When she happened to look up and catch him looking, she merely smiled. As he finished and put his knife and fork on his plate, his mother went to take his empty plate, he glanced up and for a moment thought how much his mother looked like his Gran. That started him wondering what his mother looked like naked. He felt his face flush.

“Are you alright Joey? you looked a bit flushed.”

Thinking quickly for a reason for his facial redness, he said, “I might be coming down with a cold, I didn’t have a coat on when I was in the park.”

“Right, then it’s a hot glass of milk and an early night for you.”

He nodded, “okay mum.”

As he lay in bed reading a book, he wondered if he would be getting a visit from his Gran. He heard the two women coming up the stairs. The sound of them saying goodnight to each other and then going to their respective rooms.

He wasn’t really tired and continued to read. Suddenly the door opened and in walked his Gran. “Oh.” There was a look of surprise on her face. “I was just popping in to wish you goodnight Joey.”

“Thanks Gran, I’m probably going to read for a while.”

Marjorie approached the bed and leaned in to give him a kiss, as she did, he noticed that the top two buttons of her nightdress were undone and as she bent forward he was able to see down inside. He now knew that his Gran’s breasts although on the small size, were quite firm and were topped with two rather large dark red nipples.

After she had gone, he wondered if it was because the light was on and she had recognised him as her Grandson, perhaps he should sleep with the light on?

Try as he may, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering back to when he and John were watching the women at the pool, especially the two older ones. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, he saw it was almost twelve o’clock, surely his Gran would be asleep by now?

Joey put his book on the table and lay there, even with his eyes shut, the light from the bedside lamp stopped him from falling asleep, so he switched it off.

The figure slid in beside him and he realised that his Gran had come visiting again.

Now he knew he should have protested as she slid down the bed and proceeded to pull down his underpants to free his penis. He suddenly felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelope his penis.

Her head was moving up and down and he knew he wasn’t going to stop himself from coming. “I think you’d better stop, I’m going to come, urghhh.” Too late he felt himself start to ejaculate in his Grandmothers mouth.

Lifting her head up, she said, “now isn’t that better Joe?”

‘My god,’ thought Joey, ‘she’s swallowed it.’

Marjorie snuggled up to him and dropped off to sleep. Joey lay there in shock. There was no way he was going to be able to tell his mother about this.

When he was sure she was fast asleep, he carefully disentangled himself and went downstairs to sleep on the settee.

His mother came down and got him to clear the bedding away before his Gran came down.

When Marjorie came into the dining room, she asked, “has Joe left for work already?”

Susan looked across the table to her son. He stared back with a look of confusion on his face.

“No mum, dad passed away, don’t you remember?”

Marjorie appeared bewildered. “Yes, I remember now, I’m sorry.” Then she looked at Joey, “and how’s my favourite Grandson, did you sleep alright?” then she said something that caused Joey and his mother to look at each other. “I must say it’s lovely sleeping in your bed, although I miss sleeping in my old double bed.”

Both he and his mother breathed out a sigh of relief when they realised she was talking about Joey’s bed in the box room.

It was his mother who suggested that they all go swimming. Joey said, “the outdoor lido was packed the other day, it will have to be the indoor pool.”

Marjorie said, “I’ll go and look for my costume.” Then she went upstairs.

“I’ve got a clean one in my room,” said Joey.

“While you’re up there get some towels from the airing cupboard will you?” asked his mother.

Having got the trunks from his room, Joey went to get the towels from the airing cupboard in the bathroom. He opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks. His Gran was standing there, totally naked apart from the costume which was around her ankles.

Looking up she smiled, “hello Joey, thought I should try it on first to make sure it still fits, although I should really trim the hair down here.”

She pointed to the thick grey bush between her legs. Joey felt the warmth growing in his penis.

Turning his back on her, he said, “sorry Gran, could you bring down some towels when you come downstairs?” he closed the door behind him.

When he came down, his mother said, “where’s the towels?”

He explained that he had walked in on his Gran, he said, “I apologised and turned my back, I asked her to bring down the towels.”

“You saw your Gran naked?” he couldn’t determine if there was anger in her voice.

“Yes, but only for an instant.”

“So you saw how hairy your Gran is?”

This threw Joey, surely his mother should have rebuked him, instead she was confirming that she had seen her mothers pubic hair.

“Well I only saw it for a moment.” He hoped this would satisfy her. His mother just smiled.

The trip to the baths went without incident, although it wasn’t as much fun as at the outdoor pool as they couldn’t lay out in the sun afterwards.

Each showered in turn, then his mother started to prepare the evening meal.

They ate in silence, each with their own thoughts running through their heads. Joey’s was why his mother had drawn attention to the fact that his Gran was hairy between her legs. He was uncertain what either his mother or Gran were thinking about.

He decided to go and read in his room as there was nothing that he wanted to watch on the TV. He had prepared himself for bed and lay on top of the duvet in his dressing gown. For some unknown reason he was naked underneath. Again he couldn’t get into the book he was reading as he was distracted.

Even though the light was on, Joey drifted off to sleep, albeit somewhat fitfully. He started to dream. He was in the changing rooms at the lido where he and John had spied upon the women. He was in one cubicle and his Gran in the one next door. Then his Gran asked him to come into her cubicle, she asked him if he would help her trim her ‘bush’ as she called it. Handing him a pair of scissors and a comb, she told him she wanted to make her look like Pearl.

He heard his voice saying, “I don’t know what Pearl’s fanny looks like Gran.”

Then a voice came from behind him and he turned to see his mother in the roof space where he and John had been watching. Climbing down into the changing area, he saw she was naked. “Mum, you’re naked.”

“I thought you wanted to know what Pearl’s fanny looked like Joey? it looks like this.”

He could see that she had no pubic hair at all. “All you have to do is cut all mum’s hair off so it looks like this.”

For some reason he didn’t want his Gran to lose all her pubic hair and he cried out, “NO.” With that he sat up in bed.

The door opened and his mother walked in, “Joey, are you alright, I heard you cry out.” She approached the bed, then stopped. “OH.”

He saw she was looking down to where his gown was open and his penis was exposed, not only that but he was fully erect.

He quickly covered himself up. “Sorry mum.”

It was a moment before she responded, “why are you naked under your dressing gown Joey? You normally wear your underwear”

He couldn’t think of a plausible answer. “I don’t know mum, I just forgot.”

“Well put something on, just in case your Gran comes in again tonight.”

Going to the chest of drawers, Susan took out a pair of underpants and threw them on the bed, “put these on, now.”

The tone of her voice left him in no doubt that he was to do it there and then. “Can you turn round first mum?”

His mother turned her back to him and he got off the bed and opened the robe. What he didn’t realise was that she was able to see him in the mirror on the wall. Susan stared as her son’s penis came into view. He started to pull them up and he had to adjust his penis to finish pulling them all the way up.

“I hate to think what your Gran would have thought if she had climbed into bed tonight and found you had no underwear on and with an erect…”

Susan didn’t complete the word, but not before Joey knew she meant his erection.

“Right, turn your light off and try and get to sleep.”

Joey wondered why she hadn’t kissed him goodnight?

When Susan returned to her bedroom, she sat on the bed. Why was her son naked under his dressing gown? Surely he didn’t think his Gran would want to…? The thought of her son having sex with his Gran brought back long buried memories. What if they had already done things together already. That would be awful that Joey could take advantage of his Grandmother while she believed he was her late husband?

Suddenly Susan realised that she had become wet between her legs to the extent that her knickers were wet. Getting off the bed, she took a clean pair from the drawer and went to the bathroom. As she washed herself, she looked down at her clean shaven pussy. It was decision to do this as she didn’t fancy a mop of grey hair down there like her mother. Going back to her room, she lay on the bed, sleep was beyond her as different thought went through her mind.

Susan crept down the hall, as she passed her son’s room she stopped at the door and listened. All was silent.

Going downstairs, she warmed some milk in the microwave, maybe that would help her to sleep.

Meanwhile upstairs, Marjorie had crept along the passage to Joeys room. The boy lay there in the dark, he had anticipated her visit and had removed the underwear his mother had insisted he put on. If his Gran thought he was her late husband, then who was he to disappoint her?

As she slipped in beside him, her hand brushed against his bare chest.

“Joe, are you ready to play Howard and Pearl?”

Joey tried to deepen his voice as he said “yes.”

Marjorie swung her leg over Joey’s body and lay on top of him, he felt the mass of hair against his already hard penis.

“Oooh, is Howard ready to give Pearl a good seeing to?”

Again the deepened voice said, “yes.”

“Okay, best for you to get on top of me.”

They switched places and for a brief moment Joey thought he shouldn’t be doing this with his Grandmother, but the thought soon left him as the tip of his cock touched the entrance of his Gran’s vagina.

Marjorie spread her legs and raised her knees, what she said next nearly made Joey come. “So, are you ready to stick that nice big cock in Gran’s quim and give her a right good fucking?”

“What?”

“Come on Joey, your Gran hasn’t lost her marbles yet, and don’t try and tell me you didn’t enjoy it when I gave you a wank and sucked you off?”

“Bt I thought..” the sentence remained unfinished as Marjorie took hold of Joey’s penis and placed the tip in the opening of her vagina.

“Right, push your cock up into Gran’s quim, you know what a quim is don’t you Joey.”

“Oh yes Gran, Grandad Joe told me.” He wondered if he had made a mistake mentioning his Grandad, but Marjorie just moaned slightly as she urged him to push it inside her.

They both gave a satisfying grunt as her vagina opened to allow his cock to enter her.

“That’s it Joey, fuck Granny Margie’s cunt, I haven’t had a good come since poor Joe went.”

All he could say was, “yes Gran.”

Marjorie instructed him how to almost pull out before pushing back inside her. Then, “let me get my legs up, that way you can get better penetration.”

They had been fucking for about five minutes when Susan came back upstairs. As she passed Joey’s room, she heard the unmistakeable sound of them having sex.

Suddenly the door burst open and the main light coming on.

Joey looked up to see his mother in the doorway. He froze mid stroke.

“Oh god, what are you doing Joey?”

It was her mother that answered. “Joey is giving his Gran a proper fucking.”

Joey thought, ‘god I’m so busted.’

Instead, his mother said, “thank god mum, I thought you’d started to develop dementia.”

Joey was totally confused. “You don’t mind that I’m doing it with Gran?”

“Not now I know that mum isn’t gaga.” Then to his amazement his mother took off her nightdress and slid down her knickers. His mother was actually clean shaven down there.

“What are you doing mum?”

“Well, it’s a tradition that parents or Grandparent introduce the youngest of the family to the joys of sex, your Gran beat me to it, but there’s no reason why I can’t be second, that’s if you want to.”

He stared at his mother, then turned to his Gran who was beaming all over her face. “I don’t think he does Susan, it’s probably your bald quim that’s putting him off.”

“Well at least he won’t get a mouthful of hair when he goes down on me.”

Upon hearing this, Marjorie felt him swell inside her and heard him groan as he started to come inside her.

“Thank you Susan, now you’ve made him come before I got to finish.”

“That’s alright mum, I’ll soon get him ready, then I can feel what that lovely young cock feels like in MY cunt.”

Joey thought he must be dreaming and that he was going to wake up.

“So tell me son, do you want to fuck your mummy’s cunt?”

Marjorie felt the boys cock start to swell up inside her. “Oh yes Sue, our Joey likes it when you talk dirty, his cock is starting to go hard again.”

The finished the night with Susan urging her son to fuck his Grandmother, while he watched as she masturbated, when his Gran had enough he came inside her again. The three of them dropped off to sleep.

In the morning, Joey woke to feel someone sucking on his cock, it was his mother. He stirred.

Susan looked up, “good morning Joey, are you up to fucking your mum?”

All he could do was nod his head. “You just lie there and let mummy do all the work.”

Susan swung a leg over him and lifting herself up on her knees, she positioned his penis in line with her vagina and slowly pushed down and impaled herself on his organ.

“Oh Joey, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

His mother rode him for what seemed an age until she started to shudder with the much needed orgasm.

After they had showered and dressed, they went downstairs and sat round the breakfast table. None of the wanted anything to eat, Marjorie started to explain about the tradition that their family adopted for over three generations.

“So you see Joe.” He was about to correct his Gran, but she said, “You’re the head male of the family and as such you are no longer Joey, anyway, your grandfather initiated your mother into the joys of sex, they did it up until she married your father. Sadly he wouldn’t accept our tradition, so your mum had to remain faithful to him which she did until he sadly died in a car crash.”

“So did mum start to do it again with Grandad after dad died?”

Susan shook her head, “no, there’s a strange set of rules where a widow has to wait until her son reaches the legal age when he can have sex, then she has to do it with her son before she can seek another partner.”

“You mean that you’re going to find someone else to marry?”

“No Joe, what I’m trying to tell you is that you are now ready to meet the rest of your family, you have lots of relatives and now you’ve been initiated we can arrange a family get together.”


But that’s another story.