Jake And Grandma I

"You're very unprofessional!! I made a reservation for three rooms not two!!!"

I haven't seen my father this angry in a long time, and the beautiful young lady working behind the counter suffered from the attack of his anger..

"I'm sorry, sir," she replied sheepishly.

"The reservation we have under your name is for two rooms only sir"

" Cancel our reservations and we'll go to another hotel."

"Sir," the young woman said calmly, trying her best to put her customer service training into effect, "I think you'll find that with the football clubs finals taking place this weekend that all the hotels are fully booked up."

"Ah geesh..."

My father shook his head so hard I thought it was going to jump and roll across the floor. I quickly glanced at my mother and grandmother who were standing across from him

"Don't worry about it, Ron" my grandmother said as she spoke up. "Two rooms will do us just fine. It won't be a problem for Jake and i to share one." She paused as she glanced at me. "You don't mind sharing a room with your old grandmother now, do you, Jake? We can't afford missing the wedding because of a fault with the reservation"

"No, Carole, that's fine," my father interrupted before I could even get a word out. "I'll share a room with Jake and you and Sarah will have the other one, but I'm going to leave a bad review for this hotel because of their unprofessionalism!!"

"I won't hear another word about that Ron, the deed has already been done. Besides,you've been away on business trips for a month straight now, you need to spend some time with your wife. She must have missed you alot. It's just for one night. Jake and I will be fine sharing a room."

The woman behind the counter spoke up, "I have to let you know that both of these rooms have a bed in each. They are king-size too."

"Do you think we could get another put in one room?" My dad asked.

"Don't worry about that," my grandma said. "It'll be fine with one bed, don't you think, Jake? Tell you what, if you want, we can put some pillows or something and lay them down the middle of the bed so everybody can rest assured they'd be able to keep their virtue intact."

"Mom!" my mother blurted out, but my grandmother's comment did make all of us chuckle.

At age 58, my grandmother still looked way younger and could have passed for a woman in her twenties . I was around on numerous occasions when she and my mother were out together and people mistook them for sisters. Yes, she looked that good. But, like I said, with my grandmother, every alluring feature the two of them shared was just a bit more exciting, a bit more fascinating, a bit more enticing. They were both extremely curvy, with pronounced hourglass figures that drew men's eyes wherever they went.

How many loads had I pumped out fantasizing about my grandmother? I couldn't really say, but I'm pretty sure that if I had a dollar for every time I jerked off thinking about her, I'd be driving a Bugatti right now.

And now, due to a screw-up with our reservation, I was going to be sharing a hotel room with the woman of my dreams. And not just any hotel room, but one with a single bed only. I knew deep down that nothing was going to happen, but at least I might come away from this weekend with some new fuel for my fantasizes about my dear old grandma.

"What's that, our rooms aren't next to each other?" I heard my father say to the desk clerk as she handed him the room keys.

"I'm sorry, sir. As I said, the hotel is fully booked, these were the two we were able to reserve for you sir"

I was surprised again when my grandmother stepped forward. "That's all the better, Ron," she said. "That way you and Sarah won't have to worry about either your mother and your son listening in on what goes on in that room of yours tonight." She said which made me wonder whether she had some silly agenda for me up her sleeves.

"But--"

"But nothing," Grandma said as she took one of the keys from him and began walking towards the elevator.

" The wedding is almost upon us. I have no time to waste. I need to rest as well as prepare for the wedding tomorrow"

It ended up with my parents room on the 14th floor and ours at the 18th. Just a minute or two later Grandma and I walked into our room as I dragged our two suitcases behind me. I was happy to see that we had a great view of downtown and the ocean. But my eyes were immediately drawn to the huge king-sized bed, and as I looked at it, my thoughts were already pinching about illicit incest..

"Jake, what do you need to do before you get changed?" She queried.

"I want to take a bathe after the long journey. Do you want to too? Should I go first or do you want to go first?"

"I just want to freshen up a bit so I shouldn't be too long. Why don't I go in first and while you're in the shower I can get dressed. Just make sure you knock and let me know when you're going to come back out." She paused.

"You wouldn't want to walk in and see your old grandmother, would you?" She teased.

" Okay" I managed to mutter.

"Great, I'll just grab a few things before I go in," she said as she opened her suitcase, "and I'll only be a few minutes. Wait, it'll be easier if I get out of these things and put my robe on first. Do you think you could just turn your back for a minute or two while I change?"

"No, of course not," I replied as I turned around and pulled out my phone. I was absentmindedly scrolling through my texts and emails but my mind was totally on what was going on behind me, and what state of undress I'd find my grandmother in if I suddenly happened to turn around.

"It's okay, you can turn around now," my grandmother said a couple of minutes later. I turned to see her pulling her robe closed around her body and it accentuating her figure eight that was a complete hourglass figure.

"I won't be long," she said as she gave me another one of those sly smiles before turning and making her way into the bathroom. My eyes were fixed to her bum as she turned to leave for the bathroom.

My cock had been on the rise the instant I had turned around, my eyes alighting firstly on her big nipples that were protruding stiffly against the satin fabric of her robe. My dick had only gotten harder as I'd looked at the rest of her.

As the bathroom door clicked shut, I couldn't help myself. I stepped over to where she'd been undressing at the foot of the bed, her suitcase lying open upon it. I checked the grounds and I saw the bra she had removed, which was what she had worn before.

I heard the water running in the bathroom and figured I'd be safe for a couple of minutes with my cock as hard as an iron bar in my underwear.

"Mmm," I murmured softly as I pressed one of the warm bra cup to my face, and then the other, breathing deeply as the combined scent of my grandmother's body and her alluring perfume filtered into my senses.

With another glance at the bathroom door, I set the bra back in place, doing my best to leave it exactly as I had seen and found it. I snatched up her panties next, thrilled even more to find them equally as warm. Not hesitating for a second, I flipped them inside out, smiling to myself as I noticed that the whole gusset was dripping wet.

Had something turned Grandma on? I thought to myself. Or was she just naturally juicy? Whatever it was, I didn't care, I just wanted to taste her. With another glance at the bathroom door, I flicked my tongue out, pressing it deeply into the gussets of the sodden panties.

I couldn't help the moan of pleasure that escaped my throat as I tasted her warm earthy juices. With my cock all but exploding in my jeans, I licked upward at the same time I sucked in, loving the feel of the moist nectar as I drew it into my mouth and let it settle on my taste buds.

"I'll be out in just a minute." My grandmother's voice came from the bathroom and shocked me out of my trance-like state. With my face flushed with excitement, I reluctantly, but hurriedly, put her damp panties back where I found them next to her bra, careful to pull her other clothes back on top of them, just as I'd found them.

"It's all yours," Grandma said as she came out of the bathroom.

By this time, I was safely on the other side of the room, with my own suitcase open on one of those luggage racks, just about as far away from her open suitcase on the bed as I could get.

"Are you all right, you look a little flushed," she continued.

I turned towards her, forcing myself to look her in the eye, which was close to impossible. She had the cinched satin robe pulled tight against her, the thrusting buds of her stiff nipples pointing right at me through the shiny material, teasing shadows of lust being cast.

" yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about putting on this new suit and tie Mom and Dad got me. I'm not used to wearing that kind of thing." I managed to reply, hoping not to falter with my voice.

"I'm sure you'll look very handsome." She paused and I'm sure I blushed as I saw her blatantly look me up and down. She had a smile on her face and an appreciative look in her eye, making me feel like a highschool girl's priceless prom date.

"After all, you're going to be my date today since we're both single? And you wouldn't want to disappoint your old grandmother now, would you?"