Sleeping with my gran (part one)

The best days of my life when I slept with my gran

From as early as I remember my parents used to pack me off to my gran’s at weekends and school holidays…gran had been widowed in her early sixties and I think mum sent me to her to give her a bit of company.
She lived in this creepy old house with two bedrooms and right from day one there didn’t seem to be an option…I would be sleeping in the same room…the same bed as gran.
At first I wasn’t to comfortable sharing a bed with gran but I soon got used to it and after a while I even looked forward to the weekend.
During the day gran would sit at the fire and I would lay in front of her playing with my toys…it didn’t take long for me to notice that gran wasn’t to shy at hiding what lay under her skirt and I spent many hours peeking up her skirt…I was fascinated by this as I was approaching the age when a boy began to notice that boys and girls were different down there…I knew gran sat down to pee…indeed she never used to close the toilet door and on a few occasions I even stood beside her as she emptied her bladder before wiping herself and then pulling her old white granny knickers up before smiling at me and returning to the fire…her knickers were loose…as was the flesh on her thighs…and more than once I was able to see up inside the loose material and although the light wasn’t great I could make out a dark…what looked like hair inside her knickers….this made me very curious about what was inside her knickers.
I suppose I must have been about 10 when all this was going on.
When we went to bed gran would never have a light on while we changed for bed…there was plenty of natural light coming in through the window and as the window looked out to the garden…and fields beyond that there were no curtains.
gran would get me in to my pyjama’s first before tucking me up before she changed…taking great care to be out of eyeshot of me before slipping in to her nightie and climbing in beside me…giving me a cuddle before falling off to sleep.
This ritual went on for a good few weeks before one night…it was summer…during the holidays…it was a hot clammy night and I really didn’t want to be wearing my pyjama’s….I don’t think I can have been in a deep sleep when I woke up….I was laying on my side…facing gran….gran’s leg was draped over my body and my hand was on the inside of her thigh….I was horrified at the thought of gran waking and finding my hand there…only two or three inches from her most most secret and intimate place…I moved my hand away but instantly gran reached over and placed it back on her thigh before moving it up the two or three inches towards the hair covered place that had been the source of so much mystery…I couldn’t quite believe how warm…even hot it felt….gran let out a moan as my hand latched on to my gran’s sex.
She slowly opened her legs a little and now I found fingers sinking further…finding it even hotter and moister as I found her slit…this was the best feeling ever….at the same time I felt gran untie my bottoms and slip her hand down to find my cock which was by now as hard as rock.
“So you like the feel of gran’s fanny then”.

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