Grandma was Confused - Sex Stories

Grandma was Confused

... phone calls to see what could be done. Apparently unless we wanted to have her committed we could not f***e her to go to therapy, especially when the only problem was that she sometimes confused her grandson with her dead husband. Her confusion worsened. At seemingly random times over the next few days Grandma would get the notion that I was her husband and would hug me, make lewd suggestions and try to kiss me. Whenever this happened my Mom, Dad and I would emphatically correct her. My mom soon put a stop to this however. She'd taken a few books out of the library about delusion and had been reading them. One volume had an underlined passage that stated that sometimes when someone suffering from delusions had their delusions challenged they became defensive. Rather than having the effect of bringing the person back to reality, they retreated further into the delusion. "Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?" Dad grumbled. "Humor her and maybe she will snap out of it. What harm will it do really? So she thinks Jacob is Caleb, eventually she'll realize she's wrong." "So we're supposed to look the other way when she starts making out with our son!" "Oh, for god's sakes Dave, all she wants is a little affection." Mom said annoyed at Dad's tone. "Wait a minute!" I protested. "Don't I get a say in this? I mean I am the one she's after!" Mom's eyes shot daggers into me. "Are you telling me that you can't bring yourself to let your grandmother give you a kiss once in a while?" ...

... "Geez, Mom it's not like she is kissing me on the cheek!" Mom still did not let me off the hook. "Are you such a little boy, that you can't man up enough to let your grandmother have a few moments of happiness?" "I love grandma, I just don't see why I've got to be the one to humor her" As soon as I opened my mouth I saw that I'd said the wrong thing to set my father off. "Now listen here, sport! It's your goddamn fault that my mother's out of her fucking head! So you will humor her or you will find another place to live." Shit. "Alright I'll do it." I said, I hoped with the right amount of martyrdom in my tone. Both my parents looked relieved that they wouldn't have to pay for expensive therapy for my grandmother. Mom shook her head in disgust at my attitude. "You know instead of looking at this like it was a big sacrifice on your part, you could look at as an opportunity. Your grandparents had a long loving relationship. Your grandfather always said your grandmother was the best kisser in the world. You could learn a lot from her. Close your eyes and pretend it is Megan Fox or somebody." "God, Marjorie do you have to be so disgusting." Dad said his face scrunched up revulsion. "I'm just saying as long as he has to do it, he might as well take something from it. He's not going to learn how to kiss a woman by watching pornos or looking at Playboys." "I can't hear anymore of this shit. I'm going to bed." Dad stood up from the table and strode out the door. "Pleasant dreams!" Mom ...