Family Affairs Pt 5 – Ginger’s Story

Firstly a little about me; Ginger isn’t my real name, of course, it’s a sort of pet name. As you’d expect, it stems from my hair colour, not fiery red, but a rich chestnut colour. Not everyone calls me it, my father did, in fact it started with him, my husband does and some of our friends, my daughter does, as does her husband and my son, though not his wife. I gave birth to my daughter shortly before my 17 th birthday and she, much to my annoyance, had done the same with Sam, her eldest son.

I keep myself in good shape; I run, swim, go to the gym and do yoga. Everything is firm and in the right place, I have a curvaceous body with a slim waist and good sized breasts, I can still turn heads in the street and I still look good in the ‘special’ outfits my husband loved me to wear for sex.

So there I was on a lovely early summer’s afternoon, just a few weeks shy of 50 celebrating my Grandson’s 16 th birthday!. My husband arrived from work, gave his Grandson a manly shake of the hand, then a hug and wished him a happy birthday. Sam thanked him for the mountain bike, which he had been coveting for some time. My husband turned to me, I knew that look; bad news.

‘I’m sorry love, but I have to go away on business for a few weeks, right when we had our holiday planned.’

I had been looking forward to our holiday together at our second home in France, usually we were joined by family, but this year we would be on our own for once, the sex was going to be great. Now that was all out the window.

‘Why don’t you go and I’ll meet you there when I’m finished. It’s not like you need to be back here for anything.’

‘It won’t be the same,’ I started.

‘I’ll keep you company, Gran,’ Sam piped up, ‘I can take the new mountain bike the countryside is great for it.’

Everyone agreed that Sam should keep me company until my husband was free. I didn’t think it such a good idea, but my protests were dismissed ‘It’ll be fine,’ they all said. I wasn’t so sure, how was I going to keep a teenager occupied for a couple of weeks on my own. If only I had known.

The next few weeks passed quickly. Finally, I said farewell to my husband and we packed the car up, the mountain bike going on the rear rack. The following morning Sam and I headed for the ferry port. The crossing was only a few hours then we hit the road; midweek, by far the best time to travel any distance in France in the summer. The kilometres flew by, Sam was very good company.

We stopped for lunch then headed on, arriving in the little village early on a beautiful summer’s evening. We stopped at the home of our friends who looked after the house. After greetings and the customary aperitif or two, we were treated to a delicious meal. Then Sam and I got back in the car and headed out to the cottage. It was a couple of kilometres outside the village, in a secluded spot. The rear gardens were totally private, surrounded by hedges. Our friends had opened the house up, the pool was clean and the fridge had the essentials to start us off.

We unpacked the car, sorted our stuff out and went for a walk. We returned after an hour and were both ready for a good night’s sleep.

The following morning I woke early. Deciding that Sam wouldn’t be up for some time, I took the opportunity to do my morning yoga naked by the pool, I loved the feeling of freedom that it brought; the cool morning air on my naked body. Finished, I took a quick swim then dried off and slipped into shorts and tee-shirt and laid out our breakfast. Sam came into the kitchen and gave me a peck on the cheek, accompanied by a ‘Morning Gran.’ I asked if he had slept well and we chatted about plans for the day over our coffee and croissants; Sam wanted to take the bike out then we’d have a lazy day by the pool.

We cleared up and Sam headed out with the bike. I pottered around, tidying and making the beds. That was when things began to change. I went into Sam’s room and flipped back the covers to air the bed. The trials of having teenage boys around, sticky stains on sheets; I’d let it air and pretend not to have noticed. Hello, what was this, a girlie mag tucked under the bed. Only it was one with a difference, the models seemed to be older. The cover announced that it was filled with MILFs. I flicked through the pages with a smile on my lips, then put it back where I’d found it.

Next I went to dust the desk, Sam had left his laptop there and as I moved the mouse I noticed it was not locked. I thought I’d have a quick look to see if his interest in older women stretched to downloading. I soon found a folder marked “MILFS”. Opening it there were dozens of images of mature women, some just posing, but others in more compromising positions with men and other women. There were a couple of other folders in there too, with various genres of porn, blow jobs etc.

I was not shocked, porn had played a significant role in my own life and I had no problem with this. It was the folder at the end that caught my eye though, this was marked “GILF”. Intrigued, I opened it. My had shook as I scrolled through the pictures; the background was very familiar to me, it was right outside the window now and the subject of the pictures was me, that very morning, doing my naked yoga. There were a couple of dozen pictures, many showing my more intimate parts in explicit close up, you could almost count the few hairs of the little runway, just above my waxed pussy.

I was furious, I left the laptop as I had found it and headed to my room. I needed to clear my head, so I slipped into my running gear and headed out the door. My mind was in turmoil. I hadn’t worried when the pictures were of other women, but now they were of me…and what about the folder title, did he mean it, did he really want to fuck me? As I pounded the lanes I began to calm down and it was then that I began to form a plan. By the time I had returned to the house, I was totally in control again and I knew how I was going to deal with this, I just wasn’t sure what the outcome would be.

Sam entered the driveway just behind me and called a cheery ‘Hi Gran, how was your run?’ I replied that it had been just what I needed and enquired about the bike. ‘It’s great, thank you so much, it was just what I wanted and this is the perfect place to try it out.’

I entered the house and headed to my room. I set the dressing mirror at an angle, then in to the bathroom and set up the mirror there in such a way that, with the reflection from the bedroom mirror, I would be able to see the bedroom door from the shower. If I left the doors open, you could see straight into the shower from the hallway. I told Sam that I was going to take a shower then we’d have a cool drink by the pool before lunch. He called back OK and added that he too was going to shower.

I entered my room, peeled off my running gear and got into the shower, keeping a sideways eye on the mirrors. Running the shower I soaked myself and soaped my body, it wasn’t long before I caught a sign of movement in the mirrors; glancing cautiously, I could see Sam was watching round the door jamb.

I ran one hand over my soapy breasts and slipped the other between my thighs, my heart was pounding in my chest as I began to play my fingers over my pussy, the fingers of my other hand teasing and tugging at my nipple, all the time watching surreptitiously in the mirrors, to see if he was still there. I began to masturbate openly for a couple of minutes, then stopped as if I had suddenly realised what I was doing. I washed the soap off and reached for the towel. When I turned again Sam was gone. I smiled to myself; things seemed to be going to plan.

I headed out to the hallway and the main bathroom door was closed. I headed over and put my ear to the door I could hear the shower running, clearly accompanied by the rhythmic slap, slap of a wet hand hitting his belly as it reached the bottom of its stroke. Standing at the door I listened to my grandson masturbating, my hand involuntarily returning to my pussy. After a brief while I heard him pick up the pace, accompanied by a few grunts as he shot his cum into the shower. I counted 3 in my head and tapped the door saying, ‘Be a love and make sure you clean up after you.’ I had to suppress a little giggle.

‘Uh…errr…yeah…um…OK,’ he stammered in response. I smiled to myself as I went back to my room and slipped into a little red bikini with a thong bottom and plunge top. My husband called it my sheepdog bikini, “because it rounds them up and points them in the right direction!” He was right, it gave my breasts a fabulous cleavage. I threw a sheer beach dress over it, everything visible through the flimsy fabric.

As I poured the drinks, Sam entered the kitchen in a pair of swimming trunks; a fairly impressive package seemed to be nestled in the front. He asked if there was anything he could do. I could see him taking in the outfit I was wearing and he flushed when I caught his eye. ‘You could put the little table out by the pool and get out the sun loungers,’ I told him.

He headed off as I finished making the drinks. When I took the tray out to the pool, he had put the loungers out and we sat sipping our drinks, just chatting about nothing in particular. I said that I had forgotten to bring out the towels, as if suddenly remembering and stood to go get them. He offered to go, but I said it was no problem. As I walked into the house, I could see his reflection in the glass of the door, watching me. I smiled again, things were going just the way I had planned.

Despite his sunglasses, the tilt of his head gave away the fact that he was watching me as I returned, so I leant forward to put his towel down, giving him a clear view down the front of the loose dress, then the same with my own towel, displaying my rear to him. Then I stood and peeled the dress off, and dived into the pool, swam a couple of lengths then asked if he was going to join me. ‘Uh…yeah…in a minute,’ was his embarrassed response.

Hmmm, did he have another hard on? I wondered, I could think of no other reason for his lack of interest in getting into the water. After a few minutes I threw a ball at him and chided him, so he got up and dived in. We threw the ball around and generally messed around for a while then I got out and stood by the pool, drying myself. His eyes were firmly fixed on my body. It was time for phase 2.

I sat on the lounger and Sam got out and sat on a chair. Picking up the suntan lotion, I began to rub the oil into my shoulders and arms, then over my tummy and the front of my legs, being sure to give him an eyeful of my butt as I bent forward. ‘You don’t mind if I go topless, do you Sam?’ I asked as I unclipped the bikini top.

‘Err…n…no, that’s OK,’ he responded. I squeezed some oil into my hand and began to massage it into my breasts, enjoying the fact that he was watching me, again his sunglasses were on but I could tell that his eyes were firmly fixed on me. I put the towel on the lounger and lay on my stomach.

‘Be an angel and rub some into my back, would you?’ I asked him.

He came over and picked up the bottle. Pouring some onto his hand he began to rub the lotion into my back. ‘Oooohh, that feels lovely, you should be a masseur,’ I joked ‘Would you do the backs of my legs, too?’ I enquired.

He took more oil and began rubbing it into my legs, venturing upwards, his fingertips just touching the cheeks of my arse. It was evident to me that he was testing the water. ‘That’s so nice, don’t forget my bum, I wouldn’t want to burn that.’

He began to stammer a response, so I cut him off saying, ‘Oh, come on, don’t be shy.’ His fingers were trembling as he began to massage the oil into my bottom and I moved a little, slightly parting my thighs. His hands were making the most of their brief period in contact with my flesh and a couple of times his fingers “slipped” into the cleft of my bottom, accompanied by a muffled apology. He finished and I thanked him, asking if he would like me to put some on him.

His response was too swift, ‘Um…n…n..no, that’s Ok, I’m just going to the loo, maybe when I get back…’ He headed indoors. I smiled again.

After a minute or so I slipped into the house and found his bedroom door closed. I gently placed my ear to it and could hear his breath, ragged and coming in short panting gasps. I knelt down and looked through the keyhole, I didn’t have the clearest of views, but I could see that he was masturbating, his hand moving up and down what appeared to be a reasonably large cock. I watched for a few moments then moved back from the door and called out ‘Are you OK, Sam?’

Again a stammered response, I smiled to myself and went back to the pool and sat on the lounger reading a magazine. When Sam emerged he had on a pair of football shorts, rather than the tight swimming trunks. I asked him why he had changed and he responded lamely that these were more comfortable.

We spent the next hour just lazing and chatting occasionally, he slipped me the odd glance when he thought he could get away with it. I checked the time, almost one. ‘We should get some lunch,’ I announced, slipping the sundress over still naked breasts and we headed into the cool of the house. When we had eaten and cleared up, he said he thought he might go out, but I stopped him saying I wanted to talk about something. We sat at the table.

My heart was pounding at what I was about to do, but the seeds were sewn now, so I summoned up my sternest voice.

‘I have a bone to pick with you, Sam. When I was cleaning this morning, I found some pictures on your laptop…Would you like to tell me what GILF means?’ I paused for effect. His mouth dropped and the colour drained from his face. ‘The pictures are of me doing my yoga, I was very upset. So, what does it mean?

He looked at the floor and muttered. ‘Look at me Sam and tell me what it means!’ I raised my voice for effect. He looked up and blurted a response that came out almost as one word, as if that would make it harder to understand

‘Gramuthiliketfuk.’

‘What did you say, it wasn’t clear!’

He groaned and said it more clearly, ‘Grandmother I’d like to fuck.’

‘What would your parents say, or your Grandfather for that matter…what have you got to say for yourself?’

He tried to stammer out a response, but he couldn’t form the words. I suppressed a smile and continued. ‘You have a choice. You can accept my punishment, or I can tell your parents, it’s up to you.’

He dropped his head and looked at the floor again, squirming in his seat. ‘Look at me and give me an answer!’ I said in a strong voice so that he knew I meant business. He looked at me, tears forming in his eyes.

‘I’m sorry Gran, I…I…just…’

I cut him off. ‘I don’t want your excuses; I’m waiting for your answer!’

‘Please don’t tell Mum and Dad, I will do anything you want…I’ll take your punishment.’

‘Right, stand up and take off your tee shirt, then drop your shorts.’ He looked at me, a protest forming on his lips. ‘The choice is yours, me or your parents?’

I had stood now, hands on hips. He took his tee shirt off and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. ‘I’m waiting…’ He pushed the shorts down then stood with his hands covering his genitals.

‘Now bend over the table, hands on the table top. I am going to teach you a lesson you will not forget, young man!’ He did as I said and I placed my left hand firmly in the centre of his back, holding him against the table.

‘Part your feet.’ Again he complied.

I placed my right hand on his buttocks and felt him brace for the expected whack. I smiled again, this was working out perfectly. I laid several firm slaps onto him, then ran my hand over the warm pink patch on his buttocks. Then I slid my hand over his buttocks and between his legs, cupping his balls in my palm and began to massage them softly.

‘Gran…what…ughhh…wh…’ he began to stammer.

‘Shhh. I said I would teach you a lesson, in fact I intend to teach you several,’ I said as I changed my grip to encase the shaft of his stiffening penis and began running my hand up and down its length. Sam just moaned and I began to masturbate him more quickly as his cock hardened.

I stopped suddenly then said now, stand up. He raised his body from the table and his hands went straight to cover himself, a look of utter confusion on his face. I reached out and took his hands away. ‘I want to see it,’ I said in a slightly husky tone. He looked awkward as I inspected his now erect cock. For a youngster it was rather impressive about 7 inches and quite thick.

I reached out and took his shaft in my hand, massaging it slowly. ‘I must confess I was originally going to tell your parents, then I went for a run to clear my head and came up with a plan. The little show in the shower and the topless sunbathing, getting you to put lotion on me, it was all part of the plan and it worked. I know you watched me in the shower and went and masturbated in the shower after and I know you were masturbating after you put the oil on me, I watched through the keyhole. Now I want you to masturbate for me.’

I let go of his cock and led him out to the pool. Sit there, I pointed at the sun lounger. He sat and I slipped the sundress off. I sat at the foot of the lounger and said ‘Well, I’m waiting for you to wank yourself.’ He took hold of his cock and began to run his hand up and down the shaft as I watched intently.

‘Do you like doing that? You must do as you have done it several times today already.’

He nodded his head in response, the confused look still there.

‘Would you like me to do it for you?’ I asked.

Again, he just nodded his head. I reached out and took hold of him, moving one hand up and down his shaft as the other cupped his balls and began to massage them. ‘You really shouldn’t be shy about sex, you know. It gets better as you become more experienced, would you like me to teach you?’ He nodded again as I masturbated him slowly.

Sitting upright I told him that it was important to know how to give a woman pleasure and asked him if he knew where the clitoris was. He said in a hushed voice that he thought so. I stood and removed the thong, then straddled the foot of the lounger and sat back down, my thighs parted. I took his hand and guided it towards my pussy, pressing his fingers against my clit. ‘There, that’s it; now rub it firmly, but gently.’

Sam followed my instructions and I queried him about the g-spot. He had heard of it but that was all. I told him to put his finger into me and guided him into the right area, telling him to make a come here motion with his finger. I began to play with my clit with one hand, while the other tugged at my erect nipples, Sam’s eyes watching me intemtly. I began to get wet and told him to put another finger in; eventually he had three of his long, thick fingers in me, working my g-spot and I explained that he should feel it swelling and becoming ridged. He said he could, so I told him that was when he should really concentrate his efforts, as I was about to cum. He learned fast and I let out a yell as my orgasm squirted over his hand. He went to withdraw, but I told him to continue as I worked my clit and two more orgasms followed in short succession.

Now I took his hand from me and raised it between us. ‘Taste it,’ I told him and he looked enquiringly at me. ‘Go on, lick your hand, it tastes lovely.’ I said and began to lick his fingers myself. He joined in, tentatively at first then, as he became accustomed to this new taste he licked and sucked his fingers clean, then I kissed him briefly.

‘Well, isn’t that the sweetest taste you’ve experienced?’ He nodded his head in response. ‘If you think that tastes good, then you should get your tongue into my pussy and taste it, it’s even better direct from the fountain.’

I moved to the other lounger and laid back, raising the knee of one leg and beckoned him over. He knelt on the patio as I parted my labia with my finger tips. ‘Come on then, get your tongue in there.’

He dipped his head forward and began to lick. Again I coached him, telling him to suck my clit and to tug it with his teeth. He put his fingers back into me and worked my g-spot, bringing me to yet more orgasms. Each time I rewarded him with a squirt of cum, which he lapped up. He lifted his face from me, his cheeks glistening with my cum and I beckoned him to come to me. He moved upward and I pulled his face to mine, licking his cheeks, then our lips met and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. We kissed for some time and I reached down and took hold of his cock, moving my hand up and down its length. He let out a moan and I pulled my mouth from his.

‘Mmmm, I think you are about ready to cum,’ I whispered into his ear.

He nodded and I told him to stand. Swinging my feet round I remained seated and dipped my head forward. Grasping his cock at the base of the shaft with one hand, I began to tickle his balls with the other as I ran my tongue over the pulsing purple head of his cock. Again, Sam was watching intently; I looked up and held his gaze as I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.

He let out a moan as I began to move my mouth up and down his cock, working my tongue over it as I went. I began very slowly then increased speed, all the time playing his balls with one hand and twisting the other round the base of his shaft. It was not long before his breath became ragged and he began to moan louder, heralding the imminent arrival of his orgasm.

I pulled my head back and looked into his eyes as I continued to wank him.

‘Ohhhh yeah, I…I…I’m cumming,’ he stuttered.

Opening my mouth, I extended my tongue as the first string of warm cum landed on my cheek. I shifted my aim and the next jet shot into my mouth, followed by another and another. I carried on wanking him until he was spent, savouring the taste of his warm, salty cum in my mouth. I showed him my tongue, covered in his cum then swallowed it all down in a deliberate action. Next I ran my finger over my cheek and scooped the missed shot into my mouth, sucking my finger, then I dipped my head forward again and licked and sucked his cock clean. Finally, I pulled my head back and stood up, holding him to me.

‘Mmmm, I just love the taste of cum,’ I said and pressed my lips against his, parting his own lips with my tongue, I kissed him deeply. He responded and our tongues circled round in each other’s mouths.

When we finally broke away I said, ‘I had plans for a great couple of weeks of raunchy sex with your Grandfather, but now that he’s not here, someone else will have to take care of me. When you are ready again, I will teach you your next lesson.’ He just stood there, open mouthed as I dived naked into the pool.

After supper I told Sam that if he wanted the next lesson we should get showered. I led him into the en-suite of my bedroom and we stripped and showered together. I was careful not to get him too turned on. When we had dried, I told him to go lie on the bed while I disappeared into the dressing room. When I emerged a few minutes later his face was a picture. I had on a tiny black under bust baby doll nightie, with my breasts exposed, a black suspender belt and full fashioned nylons, with a pair of black killer heels.

I stood at the foot of the bed and gave him a twirl. ‘Well, what do you think?’

He was lost for words, his mouth opening and closing. ‘I’ll take it that means you like it?’ I asked. He just nodded his response, his eyes never leaving me.

I crawled onto the bed and looked at his penis, which was beginning to stiffen. ‘I think that proves that you do,’ I said pointing at it. Dipping my head I lifted his cock to my mouth and sucked him, loving the feeling of him getting hard in my mouth; then I moved up and straddled him.

Parting my labia with my finger tips I slowly lowered myself onto his hard cock, taking it in up to the balls. I began bouncing up and down on him as he bucked his hips up to meet me. I leant forward and lowered my tits toward his face and he took the hint, sucking on first one, then the other nipple as I fucked him. After a while I climbed off and got on all fours, getting him to fuck me doggy style. It was in this position after a few minutes that he let out a moan and I felt his hot cum gush into my cunt.

When he slumped back onto the bed, I lay alongside him, his cum slowly seeping out of me and said, ‘There, now you have earned the right to call me Ginger, too!’