Grandma was Confused - Sex Stories

Grandma was Confused

... called after him. She turned to me, "He'll be snoring away by the time I get up there." She tidied up in the kitchen while I had a glass of milk. As she was leaving, she turned to me and said in a serious tone. "I meant what I said. God, knows your father could've used some instructions." I lingered over my glass of milk, deliberately delaying going upstairs to avoid running into Grandma. This whole incident with Grandma gave me a peek into my parent's marriage which made me uncomfortable. Mom and Dad had met in high school, he was a football player and she was a cheerleader. Although Dad was good enough for high school, he wasn't scholarship material and from what I gathered, spent most of his time goofing off and drinking. My parents got married right after high school, I think because they weren't careful, and Jarrod was born not long after that. Their plans for college were put off and eventually never panned out. Over time beer and lack of exercise had made my Dad's athletic physique into a doughy parody of what it had been. He was forty-eight but looked to be in his late fifties. Mom had pretty much kept her shape, because she actually used the exercise bike and treadmill in their room. Don't get me wrong, you could tell by her graying brown hair, hands and her crows feet that she was in her forties but even after two k**s and forty years she still had an hourglass figure. I began to get the idea that Dad was a sort of wham bam thank you ma'am sort of guy and had ...

... always been that way. At the beginning his sex drive had matched my mothers but as he grew older weight, age and alcohol had diminished his drive. If Mom and Dad had gone on that second honeymoon Dad probably would have stayed in his room watching tv or sat in the hotel bar watching tv and left my Mom to fend for herself. I think a lot of Mom's sympathy for Grandma stemmed from the fact that she herself was not in a emotionally fulfilling or sexually satisfying relationship. I dreaded knowing that the next time Grandma was confused and thought I was Grandpa Caleb I had to go along with it. My dread was based on disgust but not how you might think and not how my parents thought. Fact is Grandma didn't disgust me. I disgusted myself because I didn't find the prospect of kissing my grandmother to be either gross or repulsive. Actually the idea excited me. Grandma hadn't been the only one affected by our accidental encounter in the shower. The intense orgasm I'd had while seeing Grandma's naked body had messed with my head. I guess you could say it opened my mind a bit. I now think mature women are pretty hot. Don't get me wrong, I still like girls my age but older women also do it for me. For instance Mrs. Ashmore, my English teacher now gives me boners I have to hide behind a book. Mrs. Ashmore is, I'd guess, in her late fifties with short, graying blond hair and slim shape except for her butt which is pretty big. She also had chunky thighs. Yet after my encounter with Grandma I ...