Incest/Taboo A Week with Memaw

Memaw began speaking somewhat hesitantly, pacing back and forth slowly across the room in front of me as she searched for the right words. Though I made sure to hold my face in the mask of bored indifference so stereotypical for us teens, I did take note of the way she kept glancing over at me as she started her lecture, I believed at first to make sure I was listening and to see how I was reacting.

She started by telling me that she knew just what I was going through, reminding me that she had been my age once herself. It was perfectly normal, so she claimed, for a girl my age to get all hot and bothered pretty easily what with all of those hormones rushing and raging around my body. It was perfectly normal for a teenager to think that they were really into someone when it was really just a passing crush that would likely have evaporated into thin air by the next day.

She took a longer look at me and seemed to be waiting for some kind of response, so I allowed her a nod. I've gotten very experienced at catching people trying to check me out on the sly and I have to say I was quite startled when I thought I saw her eyes dip down to my firm little boobs.

She hurried to continue with her speech, telling me how sacred an institution marriage was, how it meant forsaking all others to devote yourself to only one person for the rest of your life. The way she described it, the absolutely worst thing a married person could possibly do is fool around on their spouse. That was simply the most brutally personal way someone could betray the person they had just promised before their family, their friends, and their God to love, honor, and cherish forever and ever.

She turned another look in my direction, again waiting for some kind of response, but once again I confined myself to a petulant nod. Her eyes dipped again and this time there was no doubt in my mind that she was trying to check out the shape of my pert boobs through the T-shirt I was wearing.

Interesting!

It occurred to me that the next door neighbor might not be the only lonely woman around here. It wasn't as if my folks and I or anybody else in this family were visiting her as often as we should, after all. Also, she lived alone not because she was divorced or a widow or anything, but because her husband had succumbed to the ravages of Alzheimer's and, since she had been unable to cope with the level of care he needed, had been forced to move into a nursing home.

Okay, so she was lonely. Did that really mean she might be just as interested in some quality time with me as the newlywed next door seemed to be?

I decided to find out.

I shifted a little on the couch, making it seem perfectly innocent and yet still managing to pull on my shirt so that it molded itself to my chest better, giving her a better look. She responded to that by having a nice, long look indeed, licking her lips, but also by pacing a little too far in one direction and nearly crashing headlong into her cabinet of curios. Her face went a hot red and she could not look away from my tits fast enough.

Wow! Who would have ever guessed that Memaw was into girls?! I had known her my whole life and had certainly never suspected.

The third part of her lecture proved to be about how I needed to make good choices in my life. It was around about my age that a girl started earning herself a reputation and I needed to make sure it was a good one. The last thing I wanted to be known as, she assured me, was an evil home wrecker. That was the kind of stigma that would follow me for a long time, maybe even for the rest of my life, according to her.

She dared to shoot another look in my direction then, so I just kept right on nodding, adding the kind of exasperated look that said I already knew all of this. However, I also crossed my arms right beneath my bosom, pretending not to notice how I was also ever so slightly lifting my firm little tits towards her. She gasped, looking away hastily and stuttering badly when she next tried to speak.

The final chapter of this lecture said that no matter how beautiful her new neighbor might be, no matter how sweet and charming she might seem, I should not allow her to lead me into something that I would surely regret.

That bit actually started me out of the shock that I had gone into upon the revelation that my own grandmother was so very into little ol' me.

What? Did she really think that Naomi Carroll had been the one doing the seducing out there? Had she not noticed who was controlling everything that happened by that fence and who was wobbling on weak knees? I guess she wanted to think the best of her son's little girl, that I was just an innocent who was being led astray, but she was ignoring a whole lot of evidence to maintain that fiction.

I spent a little time then thinking of the words Memaw had used to describe her neighbor - words like beautiful, sweet, and charming - and found myself wondering if my grandmother might have a little crush on her neighbor's wife, but was afraid to try anything.

Certainly it was possible. I had already satisfied myself that she was into women, after all.

It was beginning to look like my week-long exile here was going to offer some very interesting possibilities. I had been foolish indeed to just assume it would be a week of boredom.

As I considered my next move, I took a moment to finally consider the woman standing before me as a woman and not just as my kindly old grandmother. Don't get me wrong, the years had not passed her by without doing some damage, but I have to say that I was rather surprised to realize just how hot the woman still was.

I knew from all the old black and white photos that I'd seen that Memaw had always been a rather shapely woman and that she had struggled all of her life to keep a reasonably trim figure, but she didn't really bother with any of that anymore. She had packed on more than a few extra pounds now as a result, but it made her look more voluptuous than obese. Her shoulder-length hair was mostly silver these days, though a few strands of it's youthful auburn still showed through, and was worn in a style that could be maintained with minimal effort. Her eyes were the same vivid blue as mine - sparking more than one comment from our relatives over the years that I must have gotten them from her - and tucked behind a pair of bifocal glasses. Her face was lined, but as I really examined her now for the first time, I decided that they had not stolen away her beauty so much as given her a different sort. The blouse she wore was white and embroidered with flowers and filled with a bosom that looked reasonably large, but would surely be sagging if not for her bra. She was also wearing a pair of green slacks - that did absolutely nothing for her legs or butt, by the way - and had rounded out her ensemble with a pair of shoes that were as comfortable as they were hideously unfashionable.

I pursed my lips for a moment to consider, but made my decision swiftly.

While she might be a little old and it might be a bit perverse for me to do such a thing with my own grandmother, I didn't see any reason why the two of us couldn't have a little fun. Remembering that she was waiting for me to say something, not to mention that my little playmate next door might be packing to make a run for it even now, I brought my inspection to an end.

I knew what she wanted, of course. She wanted to hear me say that I was very sorry for what had happened in her backyard and that I wouldn't let anything like that ever happen again. That was not at all what she was going to get, though.

Patting the couch cushion beside me, I told her, "Come and sit down, Memaw."

She didn't move so much as one step closer to me. "Anna . . ."

"Come and sit down, Memaw," I said again, more firmly this time to let her know that I meant it, patting that cushion a little harder. "Now."

She looked more than a little startled that I would speak to her like that, her eyes wide. She hesitated a long moment, watching me uncertainly, but then shuffled over to the couch and sat down next to me.

Though I carefully maintained the mask I had put on for her benefit, on the inside, I was laughing at the way she was looking at me - almost as if she thought this was some kind of trap. The woman could never have imagined the kind of thoughts that made themselves at home in her granddaughter's pretty little head.

Shifting sideways on the couch so that I faced her, I gave her a little smile. "There are some things going on here that I need to talk to you about, Memaw.

"The first thing is that the bitch your son married, my step-mother, has a serious thing for me. She's been hitting on me and trying to get me to hop into bed with her practically from the moment we met. I keep telling her no and I don't tell anyone because I don't want dad to get hurt again - not after what mom did to him, I mean - but it hasn't dissuaded her from trying to get me to put out for her."

The old woman gasped softly, raising a hand to her lips, shocked to realize that her son had twice now chosen himself a pretty poor excuse for a wife as we'd always presented her with the image of a seemingly idyllic family. I gave her a second or two to recover from this revelation, but then pressed on.

"The second thing is that your next door neighbor was not hitting on me so much as I was hitting on her. Naomi Carroll is a hot woman, if a little needy, and if I decide that I want to fuck her, then that's exactly what I'm going to do. Look at it this way: Her husband will probably never find out it happened, I'm not interested in stealing her away from him and so I won't try to break up their marriage, and a little extracurricular fun might be just the thing to make her feel a little more relaxed and happy."

"Oh, Anna!" she cried plaintively. "What are you saying?!" Memaw was obviously appalled at how casually I was dismissing her concerns for her neighbor's marriage after seeing for myself all of the pain and heartbreak that happened between my own parents when my real mother got caught with her boyfriend.

I thought I had explained this matter well enough though and proceeded to my last point.

"And the third and final thing is that it's obvious that Naomi isn't the only lonely woman around her who needs to have a little fun. It can't be easy for you to spend so much time all alone in this old house while you poor sick husband slowly wastes away in that nursing home . . ."

Memaw imagined that she knew where I was going with this and protested, "It can be pretty difficult sometimes, Anna, I am not going to start sleeping with that girl next door just because we're both lonely!"

I smiled to myself, thinking that she might just change her mind on that by the time I was finished with her. "Relax, Memaw," I reassured her. "I wasn't going to suggest that you and Naomi should fool around.

"I was going to suggest that you and I should."

There was a long, heavy silence in my grandmother's living room that afternoon as what I'd said sank in. She could hardly believe that her supposedly sweet and innocent little granddaughter might be willing to not just screw around with a married woman, but apparently to have sex with a member of her own family, too.

Memaw sputtered, "B-but that's incest, Anna!"

I just laughed. "Says the woman who's been checking out her own granddaughter's firm titties."

It was plain from the expression that appeared on her face that she was shocked that I'd caught her doing that, but she quickly tried to cover it with a flurry of denials. I didn't buy it for a second, of course, and from the look on her face it was plain that she knew I wasn't going to believe the lies she was trying to tell me.

I leaned in closer to her, my hand going to her arm to stroke it lightly, feeling the muscles tense up under the skin. She didn't move, though it was plain that she wanted to - the old woman looking almost as scared as Naomi had just minutes before.

"You know, I never knew that my grandmother liked girls," I purred.

She debated silently on whether or not to continue to try to deny it, but finally gave in. "I guess you could say I was bisexual, Anna," she told me in a soft, breathless voice. "I've never actually been with another woman or anything, but I've always been attracted to them. I grew up in a more conservative time and so I learned at a young age to keep those feelings very carefully hidden. I never told anyone, not even your grandfather."

"That's a shame. You and Pawpaw might have found yourselves a sexy little thing like me that you could have shared." The hand on her arm was moving, caressing her shoulder and then moving upwards to stroke her neck and throat, earning sighs and almost imperceptible moans from her. I swear that I could almost hear her heart pounding from here. "Wouldn't that have been hot?"

She shook her head. "You obviously don't remember what your grandfather was like before he got so sick. He was a very religious man, you see, and would never have accepted that his wife might want to be with a girl."

I moved in even closer to her, almost to within kissing distance. "Well, you had to wait a long time for it, but you're about to finally get your first girl."

She shook her head again and tried to shy away, but my hand was now at the back of her head and keeping it from going anywhere. "Please, Anna . . ." she pleaded hoarsely, looking into my eyes. "This is so wrong . . . I'm your grandmother . . ."

This last barrage of protests fell on deaf ears as I then leaned in the rest of the way and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. She responded with nervous uncertainty at first, but before I knew it she was kissing me back hard and deep, seemingly trying to shove her tongue all the way down my throat.

Oh, yeah - this woman wanted to get laid bad. Had she been with anyone since her husband went into that home? I suspected not and all of that pent up passion, combined with the fact that she was finally living out her life-long fantasy of being with another woman, was enough to dispel the last of her resistance to what was happening on that couch.

She just couldn't resist and one of her hands jumped up to take hold of one of my breasts. She fondle and caressed and squeezed my boob enthusiastically, evidently thrilled with her new toy. When she found the firm bump that was my nipple, she devoted plenty of her attention to it, make no mistake.

At length, I pushed her away. I hadn't forgotten about my friend next door and, since it looked like I wasn't going to be able to get back to her for a little while, I needed to make sure that Naomi kept calm and didn't do anything hasty.

"You have the phone number for next door, don't you?" I had to assume that she'd gotten the Carroll's number if she'd really been spending all of that time visiting with the neighbors. She answered me with a nod, looking confused over why I would be asking that. "I need you to call Naomi."

"But . . ."

"That little display you put on out back earlier frightened her, Memaw," I reminded her, "and, when I go to see her later, I need her focusing on pleasing me, not on whether or not you are going to tell her husband. You're going to call over there and apologize to her for making a scene. Just tell her that you misunderstood what was happening, but that I explained everything and all is well again."

She still seemed hesitant to do as I told her, so I added a threat. "You aren't going to get to fuck me until you do what I say, Memaw."

I laughed out loud at how fast she dove for the telephone.

Five minutes later found my grandmother and I crashing headlong into her bedroom, rushing across to her queen-size to stop alongside it for one more burning kiss. Pushing her down onto the bed then, I was pressed up against her side in an instant with one leg sliding up between her's.

My hand cupped her chin, gently tilting her face up and away from me so that I could go to work on the neck that was exposed, licking and kissing at it but consciously trying not to do anything that would leave a marks. When he came back to collect me, I didn't want my dad to start asking questions about who put those hickeys all over his mother, after all. She responded with a happy, shuddering moan, whispering my name over and over as her arms enfolded me.

When that hand released her chin, I continued to lavish my attention on her neck and so she did not try to move her head back, not even when that hand drifted down to claim one of her full breasts. She let out a throaty moan as I held onto her boob, her back arching up off of the mattress, crying out my name this time. My hand would not linger there for long though and I had to chuckle at the whine of disappointment I heard when it moved on.

That prowling hand glided slowly down over her belly and her disappointment evaporated into thin air just as soon as she realized where it must be headed, her legs flying open. When I went after her breast, I may have been content to touch my prize through the through the cloth of her top, but I was determined to have nothing in between me and this new one.

I slid my hand under the elastic waistband of her pants and sent it right down into her panties. For someone other than herself to be touching her down there after such a lengthy drought was almost more than she could bear and Memaw almost levitated up and off the couch, her arms crushing my body to her own.

If she was worried that this was only going to be a fleeting visit like the one to her tit had been though, she needn't have been. I slid only one exploratory finger into her first, stirring it around and taking note of the fact that she was already soaking wet and wide open, ready for anything I might care to do to her. After that I had two fingers inside her, stroking in and out in a good rhythm, my palm slapping and rubbing against her swollen clitoris.

Clutching me tightly, writhing and twisting deliriously in the throes of ecstacy as I finger-fucked her to within an inch of her life, Memaw came hard far too quickly for either of our tastes.

She went absolutely limp in the aftermath of her first orgasm at my hands, breathing hard and making soft whimpering noises as she waited for her strength to return and her heart to quit pounding. Cradling her against me while we waited for her to catch her second wind, I drew my hand back out of her pants so that I could lick up all of her spendings.

Turning back to my grandmother, I found her watching my clean up with wide and very interested eyes. "Good to the last drop," I quipped.

Prying myself free of her embrace then, I sat myself up so that I could pull my shirt up and over my head, pitching it aside without too much concern about where it might land. I wasn't wearing a bra and Memaw took full advantage of the opportunity to have a good close look at my perky boobs, but I didn't pause to pose and show off for her.

Rolling off the bed entirely, I kicked off my sneakers and quickly hauled off my jeans and sent them flying after that T-shirt. This left me in nothing but my socks and panties and I had them off as well in no time at all.

My grandmother watched intently while I stripped down to my bare skin and I saw her eagerly lick her lips in anticipation of having me. That was not to happen just yet however as one of us was still wearing far too many clothes.

Advancing on the bed again, I brushed off her attempt to haul me back onto it so that I could first tug off her shoes and socks, then grab hold of her pants legs. She realized then what I was up to and so she lifted her butt off the bed when I started pulling, her slacks sliding off smoothly and easily to be cast away. This left her in nothing but an ugly pair of granny panties from the waist down, but those were peeled off as well in very short order.

Memaw didn't wait for me to get the rest of her clothes off for her though, undoing the buttons of her blouse with fingers made clumsy with passion so that she could pull off the garment and pitch it away. Her bra came off next, though I noticed that she had quite a bit of difficulty with the clasp.

Now that I had her as naked as the day she was born, I took a good, long look at her and decided that I liked what I was seeing. As I said before, Memaw was a heavy girl, but she carried the extra weight well, making her look shapely rather than just fat. One of the things I had been worried about was her tits and I was pleased to see that her breasts were still in remarkably good shape, drooping to be sure but also generously sized and pear shaped.

Aware of how I was studying her and well aware that she was no longer the beauty she had once been, she said nothing but gave me a sheepish little smile.

I started to return to the bed then, but thought better of it. "Hold on, Memaw! I'll be right back!" I darted out of the room without any more explanation than that, hurrying off to the room I had been given when I first got there that morning.

From the closet, I retrieved that overnight case I had been so careful to guard from my relatives earlier, throwing it open to reveal a vibrator and a dildo nestled among the cosmetics and such. To think, I had brought these toys along because I'd imagined that I would be bored stiff during this visit and would need a little something to entertain myself!

Memaw's eyes were wide when I returned to her with these things. "Oh, my God, Anna! Where ever did you get those?"

As I sat back down on the bed, I explained, "From my step-mother. She gives me little presents like these whenever she decides to go all out in trying to get me to fuck her. I guess she imagines that these are things we'll be able to play with together, but they haven't made me any more interested in doing her. So far, the only one I've ever used them on is me."

Lying her back down on the bed, I swiftly climbed up on top of her in the classic sixty-nine position, but did not lower my head between her thighs. "You do a good job back there, Memaw," I informed her, "and I'll try them out on you."

That must have sounded like a great idea to her as she now devoted her full attention to my nether regions, stroking my thighs and butt even as she started licking and sucking at my boiling, dripping cunt. It got even better for me when she then used her fingers to spread me wide open and start driving her tongue into the interior.

She was doing one hell of a good job, in my opinion, for someone who had never done it before and I was soon reaching for that vibrator.

I started slowly with it, not even switching it on as I slowly stroked her mound and thighs with my smooth little bullet shaped toy. I heard a gasp from underneath me as she felt this cool caress and I watched with a grin as her muscles jumped and twitched everywhere the vibrator touched. Her responses only got stronger as I then dragged the rounded point ever so slowly along the protruding lips.

Then, when I switched it on and set it to pulse at it's very slowest speed, I did it all over again.

I couldn't help but notice that she was now paying a lot of attention to what I was doing and not nearly enough to my burning pussy, so I paused just long enough to lower my ass, rubbing my cunt firmly all over her face. She took the point and got back to work and so I did as well.

Deftly moving the buzzing vibrator so that it's entire length got bathed in the juices that were leaking out, I worked it along my grandmother's labia without really penetrating her.

In any case, I had no real intention of going too deep on her with my little gadget as I had learned through lots of practicing on myself that it just worked best outside and on the clitoris. For the time being, I was just going to assume that it was the same for Memaw, knowing that we would have plenty of opportunities to explore our other options over the course of this week.

All the time I had been working on her twat with my little toy, my grandmother had been busy working on mine with her mouth and fingers. The waves of pleasure that were surging through me were growing stronger and stronger by the moment and so I knew that I would not be able to last for very much longer. Well, I had no intention of coming alone . . .

Switching the vibrator up to it's high setting, I now unleashed it's full power on her hardened clit. At the same time, I reached out to grab hold of that dildo that had lain unused all this time, bringing it over so that I could wash it in her spilling fluids as well.

The dildo would not end up being inserted into her vagina, though, but into her ass!

This invasion of her butt would be the last straw for my grandmother and she started coming immediately, followed quickly by me. Tumbling over sideways on the bed, we just held onto each other tight as we rode out this surging, powerful orgasm, unable to do much more, really.

I smiled to myself then as we rested for a moment, quite pleased with myself for making the decision to fuck this woman. I had every intention of screwing my grandmother over and over again until one or both of us simply collapsed from exhaustion.

Then and only then would I turn my attention back to the woman next door.
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