My Disastrous Night 3 – Grandma

My Disastrous Night 3 – Grandma

When Jim left his two boys in his mother’s care, she decided to take really good care of them.

Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is 16 years old or older. Sometimes in real life people lie about their age. In the same manner, these story characters may lie about their age, stating that they are younger than 16. But I am stating here and now, as the author of this story, that every single character is at least 16 years old. Any reference to an age younger than 16 is a lie, stated by the character or narrator of the story in an attempt to shock the reader. But do not believe them. It is not true. They are really 16 years old or older. Believe me. I know. I wrote the story.


The story about Jim began with him getting a call from his wife Kate, asking that he return home. As you know he had a sad encounter with his wife and consoled himself in the arms of his client’s wife Sandra. Here is what happened at his mother’s house after he left there on his way home to his wife, from his mother’s point of view.


“Mom, I have to go. Kate needs me,” Jim told me. “I’ll be back in time to take the kids fishing.”

“Is everything OK?” I asked.

“Yes Mom. She is just not feeling well,” he explained. He then went out and unhitched the camper from the truck.

“You drive careful now,” I called to him. “It’s late and you’re probably sleepy.”

“See you in the morning,” he promised. Then he was gone.

I shut and locked the door and turned around to go to bed. That’s when I noticed Charlie, my 17-year-old grandson. He was asleep on the couch, the blanket half off and apparently having an erotic dream. His pajamas were tented up with an erection.

My curiosity got the better of me and I quietly went over to him. He was breathing heavy so I decided to chance moving his pajamas around a bit to see if I could get a better view. With a little adjustment Charlie’s shaft slid right out through the opening in his pajamas. It was glorious, firm, and slightly curved up towards his belly. He was circumcised, but I already knew that. The head of his penis was pulsating as if he was in the middle of an erotic dream.

I couldn’t resist. I leaned down and with a lot of saliva, slid my mouth over the head of his penis. I carefully slid my mouth down and back up a few times, making sure I had plenty of saliva to keep it wet and easy. I could feel his shaft throbbing in my mouth and I wanted him more than anything. My husband was dead and gone and now I lusted after my own grandson.

After pulling my mouth off of his shaft I stared down at him and made my decision. Pulling my nightgown up I removed my panties and for some odd reason slipped them into the back pocket of his jeans, lying on the floor.