GRANDMOTHER

MY GRANDMOTHER

My FATHER’S mother, JESSIE, was originally from Germany.

My mother forbid me to visit Grandmother in her suite of rooms. Grandmother’s rooms were located in the bottom corner of our old 3-story farmhouse that was located just outside Buffalo, New York…. Jessie had her own small kitchen and bathroom, and of course her own bed and chest of drawers. Grandmother also had her own door that opened onto a small porch and then out into a large back yard, filled with Pine, Hickory, and Oak trees.

My Mother and Jessie, HATED each other. Mother SAID Grandmother, was a witch.

My father, Albert, was an only child. HIS father, Jessie’s husband had died when I was only 3 years old, I can still remember HIM vaguely, like a shadow figure in my mind.
Father had promised HIS father to always keep a place for Grandmother, WHERE EVER he lived. Even though my father and mother, loved each other intensely and completely, and got along without arguments or anger this was the ONE thing my father would not do for HIS wife. He would not abandon HIS mother.

I was a brat of nine. I was forbidden to go into my Grandmother’s rooms to visit her..My mother knew how much Grandma and I adored each other. My mother felt Grandma—–being what my mother considered a witch—–was an evil influence on my young mind… Of course I DID go in Grandma’s rooms– all the time–at least twice a day, sometimes more often then that. I was a very sneaky little prick, and was born with the ability to keep secrets.

I was the third child of four. When I was nine, my older brother Charles was 15, my older sister Daphne, 13., and my mother had just given birth to a new baby girl during the same year THIS story takes place. Mother was busy with that new baby most of the time, giving ME plenty of space to escape her scornful eye. The truth is, my mother and I never liked each other…. Sad, but true.

I was a tall, skinny, smooth-skinned– athletic– very limber, blue-eyed, brown-haired, brat.

I’d learned the year before, that I could bend over, without any strain, and take my penis in my mouth. When doing THAT the feeling was wonderful, and my penis got very hard and felt very, very GOOD. and tasted great too,even right after I’d peed.

My brother Charles and I shared the same bedroom, and of course it was only a matter of time–one Sunday afternoon–when I thought Charles was outside messing around with our old garden tractor, that he came in our room unexpectently, and caught me while I was nude, laying on my back on my bed, with my legs over my head, and my hard nine-year old penis blissfully down my throat! I hadn’t ever had a climax up to this time. The sucking on my own cock produced a wonderful wave of feeling all over my lower body and made me feel wonderful, but I still had no idea that just a little more sucking and friction on my penis and perhaps a tickle on my balls could get me OFF in an ecstasy of trembling and quaking muscles..

Charlie sat on my bed beside my upside-down nude body. “Wow, I wish I could do that,” he said calmly, not at all surprised by what I was doing.

Charles and I, had a very close brother-to-brother relationship. He never teased me, or Lorded it over me just because he was larger and older then me.