New! Just Our Secret

Tags: Incest, Mature, Grandmother, Grandson, England, British, Fiction

Editor's note: You are about to venture outside of femdom & crossdressing and into the realm of the taboo. This is an incest story, and involves adult dialogue. All characters in this are aged eighteen and above.

Charles

While having her young teen grandson spend the night in her home, Grandmother Susan notices the man he is becoming. Stuck in a loveless marriage has made Susan forget what it is to feel love and intimacy. A unexpected situation in the night becomes an experience for Grandson and Grandmother to experience each other.... 

Susan looked on with satisfaction as Luke dug into the Lancashire Hotpot she had spent the afternoon preparing. Her grandson always seemed to relish the meals she made for his Friday overnight visits and knowing this gave her a warm glow inside. She knew that he really liked old-style, tasty, no-frills cooking. He was just made that way. She knew also that he rarely tasted such things at home, being on the receiving end of the quasi-experimental vegetarian stuff beloved of her daughter-in-law. Ralph, her husband, was also at that moment lapping it up, as evidenced by the less than appetising chompings and lip-smacking noises from the other end of the table.

Luke's grandfather, never one to stand on any kind of ceremony, did not notice the disapproving wrinkling of her nose. He was a great one for reading at the table as he was eating, much to Susan's disapproval, and his attention was sunk deep in the vehicle classified ads of his newspaper as he tried to search out a new vehicle to replace their ageing Ford. He was generally bored with life and found things at home depressing. Anything... just anything which might allow him to get out of the house... inspecting possible new cars, for example...

Susan hoped that such manners would not rub off on Luke, now a somewhat impressionable teenager. The last thing she wanted was accusations from Matthew and Sally of setting their son bad examples.

These "Friday nights with Granny and Granddad" had been going on for many a year, a hangover from babysitting duties, and by rights should have run their natural course by now. With Luke's advancing years, it would probably be only a short time until he would abandon them in favour of going out with his "mates" but, at least for the moment, they had a kind of historical inertia behind them. Susan knew that grandparents had to make the most of such times with their grandchildren. All right, there was still Bella, Luke's nine year-old sister to make a fuss of... but somehow, at least in Susan's book, a boy was something different.

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'Yes, don't worry, he's behaving himself! No, absolutely no trouble. We'll make sure it stays that way...' Susan, with a twinkle in her eye, glanced over to where Luke was sitting in the armchair in front of the TV. He was grimacing sheepishly back at her at the "child treatment". 

Bored with his grandparents' selection of Friday night viewing, he got up and stretched, giving out with a long, open-mouthed yawn. Susan, still in phone conversation with her daughter-in-law, could not help but take in the way Luke had put on both height and bulk these last few months. Memories reawakened. It was the classic way with teenage boys... the way they shoot up, she thought, observing those broadening shoulders. So like it had been with his father, Matthew.

She sighed as she held the phone, reminiscing vaguely over times gone by. She was brought back to the present by the sight of herself in the mirror on the opposite wall. Somehow, she found herself pleased - the twice-weekly gym visits were certainly helping to maintain her figure. Unlike Ralph, she was not overweight and her figure was still attractive, even if her hair had lost that dark lustre from her youth, now turning a definite salt and pepper. Susan had tried in vain to get him to get him to go with her, but he used the excuse of his pottery class instead as being more important to him. 

Dinner was now long past and Ralph was already upstairs in the en-suite, attending to his pre-bed ablutions. Luke was simply waiting for Granny also to disappear so that he could have the living room to himself and watch some late night TV more to his liking. He tried not to show impatience with the way his mother was almost openly checking on him in the shape of the "usual phone call". Did they think he was still a kid or something..?

'Fine, we'll see you around eleven, then', Susan did some rapid thinking, 'and maybe you could give me a lift into town on your way home with Luke..? You can drop me near the market. I need to get a birthday present for a friend. It's always a pain to find parking and I can use my bus pass to get back. Yes... yes... right. Ok, my love, see you then. Night night.'

Susan always preferred the intimacy and personal service from the shops in her local, small town, even if they were more expensive. She regarded the big city as soulless and unfriendly.

Setting the receiver back down, she went over to her grandson and patted his head, much to his annoyance. He acted like she was disturbing his already messy hair. 

'Do boys even know what a comb is anymore?' she thought to herself. 

'Right, young man, it's time for me to turn in. You'll promise me you won't stay up too late - and you know how to turn everything off..?'

'Of course, Gran. You can leave everything to me,' came the reply with barely disguised eagerness.

'All right then. See you in the morning... and if you fancy some, there's some chocolate in the sideboard drawer. Don't tell Granddad!''

'Ok, Gran... see you in the morning.'

Smiling indulgently, Susan bent low to give Luke a goodnight peck on the cheek. As she straightened, she realised she could take in the smell of aftershave on the boy. 

She made her way upstairs, lost in thought, amazed at how time was passing so quickly and how everything moved on - nothing ever stayed the same. Birthdays came and went; cars developed too many faults and needed replacing; boys grew up and became... men...

............................

Ralph gave out with a vocal, protracted yawn and placed the car classified ads section down with a resigned slap on his bedside table.

'Still nothing,' he sighed, removing his reading glasses and blinking with watery eyes, 'Oh, well. Maybe try Auto-Trader online tomorrow.'

'He is getting older, he didn't even like how I patted his head tonight'

'Who?' asked Ralph.

'What do you mean 'who?' Your grandson, the son of your son, that's who' Susan replied. 'Do you ever pay attention?'

'You know how boys are these days, messy hair is the style, girls his age like it.' Ralph said . 'I think he fancies that Williams girl in the next house over.'

'Oh really' 

'Really, she is pretty and his age.'  

I'm sure you know a thing or two about the affairs of the neighbors now, right?' Susan lightly chuckled.

'Not now love, it has been ages,'  Ralph said. 

'Its hard to forget.'

'Matthew was hoping we could formally introduce the lad to her on one of his visits, help the boy come out of his shell,' Ralph said changing the subject.  

Susan felt a degree of annoyance more than disapproval of the matter.

A further loud yawn was followed by the now standard routine of the switching off of the bedside light, the peck on the cheek and the immediate turning away to sleep. Susan, reading her murder mystery, did her best to stifle a sigh of her own. She read on for another paragraph or two but eventually also put down her book and switched off her own reading lamp. 

Allowing her mind to drift back to the days when they had had regular sex, her thoughts eventually and inevitably focused in on Ralph's clumsy if spectacular one-night stand with a neighbour's wife. Forgiven but never forgotten... still less avenged, as often schemed towards but never enacted. 

Her days had slowly but surely, as far as the "physical side" was concerned, wound down to a gentle pattern of discreet "DIY". Susan had long thought of acquiring a toy for her intimate needs, but it would have made Ralph feel uncomfortable even if she was the one using it. Thus far in their married life she had always put his needs before hers.

Hearing the sound of soft snoring coming from her right hand side, she deliberately and with effort moved her thoughts onwards to a handsome BBC newsreader who had caught her attention recently... and gave gentle encouragement to her left hand to move down under the duvet and reach between her thighs. It did not take long for her to achieve a fine sheen of perspiration as her imaginings became ever more intense. Eventually, she felt herself reaching her tipping point and was just setting herself to enjoy a long and luxurious, if carefully stifled climax, when there came a snort from Ralph, prompted presumably by some dream event. It ruined the moment and she had to stop. Ralph was, and always had been, a heavy sleeper... but she did not want to risk discovery. The interruption was fatal. After waiting a judicious few minutes, she tried again... but both the moment - and the feeling - were gone.

Sitting up in bed in the darkness, she half dozed and cursed her husband, if by interior monologue. Damn him. She had worked herself up and, unable to obtain release, would now probably need an absolute eternity to get to sleep. To resume reading... yes, that was one option... but probably better to accompany it with a milky hot beverage..? Making as little disturbance as possible, she eased herself out of bed and, tiptoeing over to the bedroom door, opened it while collecting her lightweight dressing gown from the peg at its top. Visiting the kitchen downstairs and making a malted bedtime drink would only be the work of a few minutes.

Half way down the stairs, she was surprised to see light still emanating from the living room and sounds still proceeding from a semi-muted TV... well, yes, Luke was that much older now - she could hardly expect him to have outstayed her and Ralph by only a few minutes. Even so, a mock 'stiff' word would probably be in order, in loco parentis. She knew every creak made by this old house, but actually her bare feet made little noise as they negotiated the last few carpeted treads and the few steps required to reach the open living room doorway.

The sight that greeted her made her freeze in something close to shock. An adult film was in progress on the TV, with very little being left to the imagination and vividly stark even from Susan's limited vantage point. On the screen, a tramp of a woman was being mounted like a dog in heat, her expressive moans and closed eyes responding in ecstasy to her lover's thrusting.

However the shock was not the adult movie playing on the screen, but something else she will never forget.

There he was, her young innocent grandson, Luke still sitting on the sofa as she had last seen him... the difference now being that his hand was pumping insistently up and down on his upright and engorged, erect member... pleasuring himself. 

"Oh my..." Susan covered her mouth before she could finish. The young Jezebel on the screen moaned intensified as the man accelerated his thrusting. This only made young Luke stroke himself more rapidly causing a small moan to escape his mouth. His eyes firmly locked on the sex act on screen, enjoying seeing a woman being pounded from behind like a common street bitch.

Susan caught her breath, her hand still kept to her mouth so as to prevent any sounds escaping. Her thoughts had been plunged into turmoil. The sudden and brutal realisation of the fact of Luke's maturing manhood was like an ice-cold wash. Her years-long "babying" of him in her mind, an ongoing attempt to see the child in him and adorn her mental picture of him as a boy in short trousers eager to call in at the sweetshop... all this had been swept aside by that one searing image. She was paralysed not with fright but with a kind of helplessness... a feeling of being totally and utterly out of her depth. What could she do... or say..? There were no words. She could only watch. 

But, as she watched, by very slow degrees she became aware of the presence of another feeling. There was a fascination in her eyes as they followed the up and down pumping of Luke's hand, the towering head of his erection showing a defiant pink-purple at the end of each downstroke. Luke himself was caught up in the moment. He could not see her frozen there in the doorway. He was simply intent on taking in the action on the screen and following his dark thoughts in his masturbation.

A part of her wanted to tell him to stop touching himself in such an impure way and to shut off the tv, but she would be a hypocrite in doing so. The act of masturbation was an act of self love and self pleasure. It was healthy, it was natural, but it is still seen as taboo.

Susan was caught up in a similar way... but what was happening on the screen scarcely made an impact. She was focussed solely on that mechanical up-and-down pumping of Luke's right hand... and what was in it. Slowly and practically without any realisation on her part, her hand found its way inside her dressing gown to rub at her nipple. Realisation only truly began to set in when she found her other hand travelling further downwards.

Susan's thoughts came into a sudden, sharp focus as the harlot on the television screen let out her final moans, the whole nature of the situation abruptly bursting in upon her and crystallising into one raging mass all that had preceded it this evening.... the neglect she suffered at Ralph's hands, the unavenged infidelity from years ago... and, not least, her new awareness of Luke's maturity. The unfairness of what she had been made to endure for so long exploded within her... along with an intense flooding of selfish desire.

Again, almost without thinking, she entered the room swiftly and moved towards her unsuspecting grandson. On the carpeted floor her approach was almost silent and, with his eyes fixed firmly on the TV, it was only at the last moment as she sat down on the sofa beside him that Luke was shocked out of his trance and tried, red-faced with cringing embarrassment, to cover matters up.

'Grandma, sorry I was jus-'

Susan put her finger to his lips, silencing him

'Shhh... it's ok, its ok.'

Luke's eyes were wide with surprise and embarrassment.

'Don't be ashamed sweetheart, don't... no, don't stop... but do let me help you with that...' she said as her eyes looked to his waist. 

'I think I know what you need...'

Susan heard the words coming in low tones from her mouth, but could hardly believe she was saying them. She could not process the overload of information... sights, thoughts... and intentions... which were filling her head. She simply brushed aside his hands from his lap and took hold of that impressive member, now somewhat drooping, and gently resumed the pumping on his behalf, but now slowly and each time pulling completely down on his foreskin to fully expose to her eager gaze that beautiful, large, purple glans. She contemplated the entire package with huge interest - she had not expected this veritable forest of pubic hair to be on display at Luke's age. His testicles were weighty and the shaft was stocky and becoming erect again at her urging. God, when was the last time she had felt this warm steel in her hand?

'Ahhh...ahh,' Luke moaned, surrendering to his grandmother's touch.

'You see, its ok...' she said to him as she masturbated him.

Her hand was older, but still feminine and soft.

Luke's thoughts likewise were in a mad state of flux. Transiting from the shock of "discovery" rapidly now to this unexpected "taking the lead" by his grandmother, he was lost for anything to say and he could only stare wildly around him. He did not know how to react or, perhaps more importantly, how he was expected to react. As if in answer to this question, which did not stand out in the forefront of his mind as a formula of words but which actually was more a summary of his state of confusion, Susan leaned towards him, a meaningful look upon her face. With her one hand still pumping at his now ramrod-stiff penis, her other guided his hand in between her legs and pushed it gently up and down against her warm slit. His own second hand then seemed to need no invitation to reach inside her dressing gown to find and cup her breast.

Susan saw Luke's eyes grow wide in a mixture of fascination, nervousness, but most of all excitement. This told her all she needed to know.... he had never been intimate with a girl before. He was still a virgin.

It did not take long for Susan to sense more urgency about the boy's movements and, in truth, she herself was reaching a certain pitch of arousal. She began to fear that their joint need would produce noise sufficient to rouse Ralph from his slumber.

'Come on, sweetheart... let's move to your room.'

She switched off the TV, throwing the room into darkness, and led him by the hand in a silent procession out into the hall and towards his bedroom... ever further away from the snoring of Ralph, even if it was still vaguely audible and echoing down the stairs. With a click, the bedroom door was shut and locked.... ensuring their privacy.

'Luke's room' was in fact his own father's old room, just across the entrance hall from the sitting room and, although redecorated more than once since Matthew's departure for University, it still held many of his old photos, sports trophies and school certificates. Her son had been quite the athlete, excelling at the local championships. Susan had not been able to bring herself to get rid of them, even though urged to do so by Matthew himself. It was a kind of shrine to her only child.

For a while, the couple sat on the edge of the bed, Susan having guided the boy's lips to hers. She showed her appreciation to his bottom and top lip before beginning to french kissing the boy. Her tongue probed every part of the boy's mouth. Her wet tongue snaked behind his teeth with a vengeance.  She wanted to taste all of her grandson.

'Mmmph,' Luke moaned into her mouth as she explored his mouth. Never had he experienced a passionate kiss from any girl, an experience he now was receiving from his grandmother. 

She had turned the bedside table lamp on and the two were in half-shadow. They resumed their intimate fondling. Susan marvelled at the sight and feel of her grandson's package... the swelling scrotum and its mighty shaft. Comparisons between this and Ralph's now tired, listless and unappealing equipment came to the fore and she began to allow her barely-suppressed, contemptuous thoughts about him to surface. This, here in her hand, was her due. Why deny herself the opportunity? 

Besides, he showed he was willing.

She stood him up in front of her and undid his belt buckle, after which his jeans, together with his boyish, navy blue underwear, made a reluctant descent to the floor over his engorged member.

'Take off your T-shirt,' she whispered, which was promptly done as an eager response in little more than a split second.

Once her grandson was nude, she knew she wanted him inside her. 

'And now... strip me.'

The words marked a threshold moment... Susan had given in to her inner urgings and was giving herself to her grandson as a woman... his first.

She joined him in standing and was soon freed from her dressing gown and thin nightdress by her young companion. Her breasts, now pendulous and no longer those of a young woman, were nevertheless still heavy, curvaceous and crowned with prominent nipples. The couple stood naked together in a clumsy embrace, resuming their deep French kiss from earlier. Hands wandered everywhere. Susan sank to her knees beside the bed and took her grandson's rigid member between her waiting lips. She thought again almost contemptuously of her husband snoring upstairs while she dined on this fresh meat. Her head bobbed back and forth as she stared up at her new, youthful lover, trying to judge whether she was pushing him too far, too fast, too soon.

'Argghhh..' Luke groaned as his grandmother pleasured him. Her hands gripped his tender ass tight as to get all of him in her.

With the head of Luke's penis now colliding with the back of her throat repeatedly, Susan had trouble in overcoming her gag reflex. This was a feeling not experienced for many, many a long year. It was perhaps a piece of luck that she did not have to maintain her submissive pose for too long... she took in a look of transport coming over Luke's face, his eyes closing and his head sagging back. Releasing the boy's member from her mouth, she stood up again and pulled Luke with her down onto the bed, opening her legs wide and drawing him between them.

'Now, sweetheart... you know where... what to do...'

He nodded, as if to confirm... the 'mature' movies he had seen in secret had shown him often enough what came next, even though his own male urgings needed no teaching.

Susan felt Luke's member up against her now soaking tangle of hair and reached down to position him lower against her waiting entrance.

'Now, Luke... hard... please... now...'

No second bidding was needed as the boy was practically on a hair trigger of stimulation. His first lunge was dynamic and precisely what Susan had been thirsting for. Her love channel was forced open in a way which would have been painful but for her copious lubrication. Again, not for many years had this feeling been, literally, thrust upon her. She revelled in the experience despite the slight discomfort. She gripped his buttocks tight as his young member was inside her. There were few more intrusions though - Luke could not hold back - his come was copious but in his super-excited state none too extended. He jerked his release raggedly, collapsing atop Susan and breathing heavily into her ear as his seed now oozed deep in her womb. She kissed him on his cheek to comfort him and gave him a warm smile. It was scarcely lost on her that this was his first time... a virgin no more.

Susan rolled her head, disappointed a bit, but glorying at the feeling of a warm, firm penis finally inside her - as in the "days of yore" - and took in for a brief instant the sight of the wall-mounted photos of her own son - and his blank stare over proceedings - as she mated with his.

A half hour later found Luke thrusting his way again up and into his grandmother, much to her delight, this time in a more measured and extended way. After five minutes of his determined pumping, Susan was brought to her first penetration-provoked orgasm in ten years, having to bury her head in his shoulder to muffle her cry of release. Waves of pleasure swept outward from her groin... and she was joined in her ecstasy by Luke not long afterwards as her bucking triggered his own spasms.

The constant annoyance of the bed squeaking and the soft moans from the older woman filled the lad's bedroom as she submitted to her young lover.    

Luke went on to take his grandmother repeatedly throughout that night in various ways, as often led on and instructed by her - and under the sightless gaze of his own father peering down from the photos on the wall, as if he were witnessing their secret, incestous copulation. 

Little did he and his wife know that they had given their young son to his grandmother to enjoy, to de-flower and to fuck.  

....................

Susan eventually rose nude from the boy's bed. She got very little sleep that night, it had all felt like a dream, but it was not a dream, she and her grandson became "One" last night. She bent down to pick up her night gown off the floor. The sun was rising. Quickly and quietly she dressed herself. Luke was firmly asleep. He had become a man last night, but still looked like a boy as he slept. She leaned in, moving the hair on his forehead aside to give her sweet angel a gentle kiss so as to not wake him.

"No-one will ever know; no-one will ever need to know... it'll be... just our secret', she whispered into his ear. 

She finally crept back to bed at 5a.m. next to her still snoring husband. In bed, she could still feel between her legs the warmth of Luke's essence. Her grandson had given back to her feelings long missed - and almost forgotten. She felt like a woman again. She knew, going forward, it would be interesting having her grandson - or her lover, as she now thought of him - making more... privately arranged... visits. Perhaps on Wednesday afternooons... if he could be persuaded to skip school..?

Granddad had his pottery class on Wednesday afternoons.

Granddad liked his pottery class - it was very lively and, frankly, he would not be missing anything at home, after all... nothing ever happened there...

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