Incest
2003-09-01
“So”, she said. Tell me all your news, all the way across town. I never see any of you”. Typical grandmother’s complaint. I knew that Mom had been over just the week before, and Aunt Guiliana yesterday. “No news, Nonna. School’s out for the summer and I start work out at the country club next week”. The conversation ranged across the usual topics. Then Nonna said, “How’s your Mom? I saw her last week, she looks great. In fact, she never looked better. Has she got a new boy-friend?” She looked at me shrewdly. I hesitated. There was no way she could know, was there? I kicked for touch. “Uh… I don’t know, Nonna. She wouldn’t tell me and anyway, she's a bit old for that sort of thing, isn’t she?” I knew fucking well she wasn’t, that she was crazy for cock, or at least, for my cock. “Old? Your mother? She’s only forty-six, Johnny.
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She’s in her prime”, Nonna replied testily. “But Nonna, forty-six is forty-six. It’s not like she’s Aunt Guiliana’s age”. “Don’t be silly. Guiliana is only thirty-eight, Lucia is only forty-six. Your Mom is in her prime and she shouldn’t grow old as a dried up prune”. A dried up prune I knew Mom definitely wasn’t but I had to cover my tracks. “Don’t get excited, Nonna. Mind your heart”. “Basta! Cheeky! What age do you think sex ends! Why, Grandpa Gianni and I…. . ” Her voice trailed off and she smiled, embarrassed, maybe at what she had been about to say. She left me wondering what Grandpa Gianni and Nonna had done, and when? I looked again at her. Her face was flushed, she had obviously been remembering something potent, something amorous perhaps. The added colour in her cheeks made her look younger… but still….
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sixty-six and sexy? Yes, I decided. She was sexy even if she was sixty six. She spoke again after a moment’s silence. “Johnny, I have to lie down for a little while. Why don’t you take a snooze down here and we can talk some more later? You can go upstairs if you want, all the rooms are empty but I keep the beds made up”. “That’s fine, Nonna. I’ll clear up here and see you later. I’ll be around for a while”, I replied. Nonna went upstairs and I set about clearing the table. I cleaned things up and drifted back into the living room. The house was silent. I gazed around at Nonna’s accumulated memories around me. Family photographs were everywhere, all in silver frames. There was Nonna on Mom’s wedding day, with me as a baby, Nonna on her own wedding day damn near half a century before. There was one photograph of Nonna by herself, I guess taken in Sicily when she was in her teens.
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She wore a loose peasant dress, a blouse which sat low on her shoulders. She sat on a stone wall, her legs crossed loosely, her arms on the wall to either side. Her expression was frank, candid, her features strong but very beautiful. Her figure was good too, slim, wide-hipped, long-legged, breasts full but not extravagant. The resemblance between her and Mom was unmistakable and I couldn’t help but wonder, had she some of Mom’s appetites too? The thought aroused me. A stranger left alone in a silent house is often susceptible to wondering…. I wandered upstairs, saw that Nonna’s door was closed. I went into the room opposite and lay on the bed. Maybe a snooze would be OK. I slept, and dreamed of Nonna, Mom and Aunt Guiliana, all the same age, all eighteen, and there with them was Nicky, suddenly their age too. They ran happily together across the Sicilian landscape of my dream, laughing as they ran to the seashore, peeling off their clothes as they ran, until as they reached the shoreline they were all naked, breasts bouncing, thighs flashing, standing around me in the surf, splashing me with salt water… I woke with a jerk and lay in the half-light of the waning afternoon sun. My erection stood proud and tall, bringing me back in my mind’s eye to the vision of my dream. I touched myself. I felt my cock hard, solid, smooth. I groaned.
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What I would give for a soft mouth or a hot pussy right then. The door opened and Nonna came in. “Ah, Johnny. You decided to sleep after all. Good. I’ve had a good sleep too, I’m ready for anything”. She laughed, patted my shoulder. Had she noticed my erection? I couldn’t tell. I prayed that it would subside quickly and quietly but from experience I knew that once up, this boy wouldn’t go down easily. Like a Ghurkha’s killing knife, it would have to draw blood before it could be sheathed again. Nonna sat on the bed beside me, rested her hand on my shoulder. She was wearing just a sheer negligee and I could see her small breasts, her narrow hips, through the opaque material. Her shoulder-bones jutted out and she somehow seemed much smaller, less formidable than when fully dressed. Her skin was tanned, golden, brown freckles on her bony chest. Her tanned olive skin contrasted with her silver hair.
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Her perfume filled my senses. I held her hand as she spoke. “Johnny, I had a dream. I dreamt I was on a beach back home in Sicily and your Mom, Aunt Guiliana, your little sister Nicky, were all with me. We were running and strange things were happening. But I woke up before the dream finished”. She laughed again, a faraway look in her eyes. “You know, Johnny, I’ve been thinking about our conversation downstairs. You don’t think sex just stops when you reach a certain age, do you? You know, your Grandpa Gianni and I were active right up to the time he died and to tell the truth, I miss him in that way still. You know what I mean?” She moved her hand from my shoulder, down to my thigh. She squeezed my thigh. “I’m sure you know what I mean. I’m sure you have many girlfriends, that you make them all very happy”. Whatever prospect there might have been of my erection fading, it was gone now. “Johnny, I want to taste a young man’s kisses again.
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I want to touch a strong man’s penis, I want to feel his heat again as we make love”. She moved closer to me, looked directly into my eyes. “I’m not too old for you, Johnny, am I?” She smiled coquettishly, lowered her eyes, rubbed my thigh and then very deliberately rested her hand on my cock. Although I said nothing, she had her answer as soon as her hand touched my cock. I moved my hand and cupped her breast. She felt light, a bird fluttering in my hand but her breast filled my hand all the same. I flicked her nipple with my thumb. “You’re still very beautiful, Nonna. I’d be proud to love you”. She moved closer still and lay beside me, nestled in the crook of my arm. “Kiss me, Johnny. Kiss me as if I were a beautiful young woman at home in Sicily again”. I lowered my lips to hers and felt her respond, cautiously at first, then more daringly as our tongues touched. I felt her hands run over my body, settling between my legs, felt her fingers reach inside my jeans to grasp my cock. Her negligee was open now, one leg raised, the other outstretched.
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I put my hand between her legs and felt her body quiver. She murmured in my ear. “That feels good, Johnny. But touch me like a lover. Touch me harder”. I slipped my hand inside her flimsy lace pants. Her vagina was small, cool, moist but not yet wet. I put a finger inside her vagina, found her tiny clitoris, tickled it, thumbed it, pinched it and all the time we kissed. I felt her body begin to respond as her kisses became more heated, more demanding, her hand now rubbing my cock hungrily, tiny against its largeness. “What a beautiful big cazzo, Johnny. What a magnificent cock. What pleasure you must give”. I pulled her pants down and kneeling, opened her bra. Nonna’s breasts may have lost their firmness but they had lost none of their beauty…. no old woman’s dugs were these, instead they lay side by side like small Mediterranean peaches.
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Nonna watched my face as I looked down at her. “Do I please you, Johnny? Do you like what is left of me?” In answer, I leaned down and kissed her breasts one at a time, rolling my tongue around their softness, letting my lips linger on her nipples. I moved down her body and savoured her vagina. Her vagina was shaved, ageless, it promised great pleasure in its smallness. I edged her legs apart and kissed her deeply between her legs. I heard her groan above me, her fingers tangled in my hair.
I lifted her aging buttocks and licked her thin hips. I ran my tongue around her pussy then dipped into her, my tongue like a hummingbird, her cunt a flower with hidden honey. I heard Nonna moan again and her hunger came down to me through her fingers in my hair, through her thrusting hips, through her growing moistness. “Ah, Johnny, that feels good. You have done this many times before, I think. Your mouth feels good on me. Kiss me again, Johnny”, she said, pushing her cunt up into my face. I moved back up her body and kissed her on the mouth again, letting her taste her own cunt-juice on my lips. Her mouth was glued to mine as I fingered her cunt, her hips writhing, her arms threshing.
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She brought her hands back to my penis, encircling my hard thickness with her hands. “I want to taste you, Johnny. I want to taste your cock”. I pushed her down gently and lay back. She mantled over my cock like a hungry bird of prey, her head rising and falling as if she would tear off my flesh but her lips were soft, her mouth wet and warm as she sucked my cock. It was her turn to savour now and savour she did, licking, sucking, swallowing, caressing. I eased my fingers into her pussy as she lay beside me, her mouth still on me, and I began to finger-fuck her again, exploring her thin creases, squeezing the lips of her labia, her vulva, her clitoris, making her wetter and wetter as she made me harder and harder until I sensed we were both ready and I pulled her back to lie beside me. She lay there, her eyes glazed, her arms outstretched, her legs modestly closed, her negligee spread open. Roughly, I kicked her legs apart. “Do you want me inside you, Nona?” I asked, knowing the answer she would give. “Si, Si, Johnny, andiamo, andiamo. Put your cock inside me, I need your cock inside me”. I brought my cock to her vagina and eased the head in as Nonna winced. “More, Johnny, more”, she pleaded. I pushed in, another inch, another.
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She winced again but her vagina eased. She pushed up now as I pushed in, another inch, two inches. My cock, thick with blood, felt tight in her cunt, filling it tightly, stretching the walls of her pussy. But she had the hunger now and it was Nonna who took over, her hips pushing savagely, her legs wrapped around me, her hands fluttering around my face. “My darling boy, mi amore, mi amore”, she said, her face a grandmother’s, her cunt a whore’s. “I need you to make love to me like a tiger, Johnny. I need you to, how you say, to fuck me. That’s it, Johnny, I need you to fuck me. Fuck my cunt, is that it? Yes, fuck my cunt, Johnny, fill my cunt with your beautiful cock”. I took my weight on my outstretched arms. They framed her head as I began a rocking motion, driving my cock into my grandmother’s cunt, harder and harder, now speeding up, now slowing down, now gently, now harshly and all the time I felt her respond, her old instincts still alive and kicking, her shaven cunt like a wild young girl’s, like Mom’s, like Nicky’s, like Aunt Guiliana’s. She was straining upwards now, feeling the force of my onslaught on her body, feeling the mounting energy of my pounding into her, harder and harder, faster and faster until I heard a new anxiety creep into her voice. I saw her eyes close and she bit her lip before crying out, “Johnny, Johnny! My Johnny! Oh, my Gianni!, Gianni! Gianni! I love you, I love love, love me, love me, love me Gianni!” As I pounded her I realised then that she was back with my grandfather, back with Grandpa Gianni, back God knows when, when they were young and they had fucked together like wild young animals, full of love and lust and I resolved to make this a fuck she would remember forever, a fuck after which she could die and still remember in heaven or through hell. I rode her like a stallion, I gave her all I had and finally I heard her scream beneath me and felt her old dam burst, her juices bursting to meet mine, “Gianni!, Gianni!, Gianni!”, she screamed, “I love you, I love you! I love you!” and I kissed her face as we came. ©THE AUTHOR, 2003.
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