Grandma was Confused - Sex Stories

Grandma was Confused

... my semen spray Grandma across her breasts, stomach and thighs. Green eyes flaring, her lips pursed and her lined face crinkled in surprise or horror. With a short cry she jumped backwards, lost her balance and fell, cracking her head against the wall. She slumped to the tile floor u*********s. Silver hair surrounded her head like a cloud, a cloud shot through with red as bl**d from a slight gash ran into her hair. After making sure she was still breathing I ran to the phone and dialed 911. I rapidly dressed and washed the drying semen off of her and covered her with a towel. She regained consciousness before the paramedics arrived but remained disoriented. At the emergency room she was diagnosed with a slight concussion however she did not remember falling. We were told that it was not uncommon for the short term memory to be affected. I was glad of this, which made me feel guilty. However I didn't want my Grandma to hate me for having defiled her, even if it was an accident. We later learned her ride from the Senior Center had felt ill that afternoon so she had been at home the whole time but I'd been too "busy" to notice. They told us to watch out for any other side effects which could be signs of brain damage. We soon learned that Grandma had become confused. It began simply but rather shockingly. While I was washing the dishes one evening Grandma slipped up behind me, put her arms around my waist and hugged me. She pressed her large breasts into the small of my back and ...

... rubbed her groin against my butt. She kissed me on the back of the neck and hot breath scorched my neck as she whispered in my ear. "What do you say we go to bed early, sweetheart?" At that moment my mom walked into the kitchen, "Jacob! What's going on here? "I don't know Mom, ask Grandma." Grandma released her arms from around me. "Oh, I'm sorry Jacob for a moment there I thought you were Caleb." Caleb had been my grandfather. She laughed nervously and walked out of the room. Mom and I exchanged worried looks. For the rest of the evening and the next couple of days Grandma called me Jacob and treated me as she always had with no sign of further confusion. A few days later however Grandma slipped into my lap while I was watching television. Putting her arms around my neck she sucked my earlobe into her mouth, blew softly in my ear and said, "I have a brand new negligee I want you to see." "Mom, what the hell is going on!" Dad asked from the other side of the room. His face was drawn in an almost stereotypical look of flabbergasted shock. He'd been walking into the room to with his paper and beer in hand. His beer tilted as he stood rooted in spot. beer dribbled onto his slipper. "Oh be quiet, Davy, your daddy and I are getting mushy." Grandma said and gave me a soft, passionate kiss on the mouth. Her full bottom slowly ground against my crotch. "Mom! That is NOT Dad, that is Jacob, your grandson." He gestured and the forgotten beer sprayed across the room. Grandma shook her ...