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Dad's Old Laptop

... about. "Well, when I saw you admiring me, I got an itch that needed scratching. When we were in the attic and I saw you staring at my pussy, your dick hard as a rock, you reminded me of someone and the itch got too strong to deny it." I wanted to say that I knew who I reminded her of but didn't. Instead I asked, "Couldn't you have gotten Grandpa to scratch it for you?" "Oh honey, Roy hasn't been able to scratch my itches for quite some time. I just take care of them myself, although he does like to watch when I do." "What are you talking about, he's been taking care of you since you guys got here," I said. "What are you talking about?" she asked, a confused look on her face. "I hear you two every morning. The headboard banging my wall?" Laughing, she leaned over and gave me a hug. "Russell, Russell, Russell. You thought we were having sex because the headboard bumped your wall?" "Yes. What other reason would it be?" "Honey, the headboard isn't even attached to the bed. Every time I make the bed it flops against the wall. Hell it does it when I just touch the bed." "But I hear grunts, then the banging stops," I persisted. "That's because I use my knees to push the mattresses back against the headboard when I'm finished making the bed. The grunts you're hearing is me using muscles I haven't used in a while." "Okay, that explains that. But it doesn't tell me why you let me make love to you," I continued. "When I bumped into you with my robe open I noticed how hard you got. ...

... That's when the itch started. When I told Roy how I had made you stiff, and that I wouldn't mind feeling your hardness in me, he told me to see if you felt the same way." "What a minute! Grandpa knows what we did?" I interrupted her. "Of course he does. I wouldn't go behind my husbands back; I love him too much for that. Since he can't, your Grandfather loves me enough to allow me to scratch my itches any way that I want. And let me tell you another thing. You are only the second man I've ever had sex with other than Roy." I could tell she was getting a little upset with me. "Didn't it bother you that I'm your Grandson?" I asked, watching her eyes for signs I'd gone far enough in my questioning. "Russell honey," she began, taking my hand softly in hers and smiling. "That's what made it special. I love you and I'm pretty sure you love me. I don't just have sex with anyone; there has to be love involved. You understand what I'm trying to tell you?" "I do love you Grandma. I love you very much," I told her squeezing her warm hand softly. "I'm glad to hear that. Do you feel better?" She let go of my hand and stood up. "A little." "Good. You go get some rest, and stop worrying," she said, making her way to the front door. "Grandma?" I called out softly. She turned and looked at me with questioning eyes. "Yes?" "I was wondering what you meant when you said I was definitely my fathers son?" "Oh my," she said, her eyes lighting up. "It's a little embarrassing to tell you." "Please, I ...