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Here I was, 20 years old, and still having to attend family Christmas parties.

A little about us, we are quite affluent, my great grandfather started a successful business back in the early 20th century which has been passed through the family for 3 generations now.

Head of the company now is John, my father's elder brother with Mike, my father as his vice chairman.

John's a great businessman, the company goes from strength to strength, but his life skills are somewhat lacking, meet his wife, Isobel, a social climber who planned her meeting with John better than most General's plan their wars!

Isobel just loves the status of her position as the wife of a highly successful businessman and rarely lets anyone forget her position in life. No kids of course, they never fitted into her plan, would just have got in the way of her good work for the various charities she supports!

Of course, Isobel being Isobel when she married John coerced him into buying a house, well, when I say house of course I mean a 14-bed mansion, which brings me to this year's party,

For as long as I can remember Isobel, and John, have insisted in hosting a family party the day after Christmas and, naturally, with all that space the family stay over.

Mike, my mother Anna and our Grandmother Barbara, a woman who I have always held the greatest admiration for, a true free spirit and one who will, and does, keep Isobel firmly in her place.

There are others invited to the party, cousins and close family friends but only the immediate family receive the overnight invitations.

Myself, I hated these parties, once I hit puberty I realised just how boring they could be, however this year was about to change my attitude completely.

The party had been going for a few hours, Isobel was playing her lady of the manor part superbly, many years of practice of course.

I had been steadily numbing the pain with white rum and cola, my painkiller of choice when I needed the bathroom, nearest one was across the hall and around the corner from the staircase.

As I walked through the hallway I spied Barbara coming the other way, she stopped by the stairs as if waiting for me.

As I approached I saw she had a sly grin on her face, attributing this to her liking for cognac I carried on approaching her.

Her eyes lifted for a second, then she winked at keçiören escort me, "what the hell has got into the old girl" I wondered.

Just then her eyes lifted again, this time mine followed and all became apparent, Barbara was standing directly below a sprig of mistletoe hung from a chandelier.

"Ok then Grandma, a Christmas kiss is it then" I enquired.

"Only if you don't mind kissing an old lady then" she retorted.

I laughed "I'll never grow tired of kissing my favourite Grandma ever."

We had always kissed on the cheek, so I leant towards her ready to kiss her cheek.

Just as I was about to land it Barbara twisted her head round and we met lip to lip, holding this for a few seconds before parting.

"Nice" Barbara said as she headed back to the party.

"It was" I replied heading for the bathroom.

In the bathroom I was a little taken aback when I pulled my cock out of my pants to point it at the porcelain, it was a little stiffer than usual, not a full-blown erection but definitely larger than normal, was this because of the kiss, did my Grandma turn me on a bit?

Returning to the party contemplating this thought I looked around the room, Barbara was nowhere in sight then I remembered I had a brought a treat for myself to this party, hidden deep in my jacket pocket, but where could I smoke it?

Not in the house, Isobel would go mental at the thought of someone bringing drugs into her house, round the back of the house was an area beside the woodshed, perfect I thought.

Quickly slipping away un-noticed I crossed the kitchen, through the door and headed around the corner of the house.

As I approached the woodshed I could see someone in the shadows with the faint glow of a cigarette coming from them.

They didn't see or hear my approach. Then I made out Grandma and that was definitely not a cigarette she was puffing on!

"Great minds and all that then Grandma" I said, "Got a light" pulling mine from my pocket.

"Jesus Alan, you scared the shit out of me sneaking up like that" Grandma said.

"Sorry" I said then continued "I had no idea you were a likeminded soul."

"Ha ha, there's a lot you don't know about me," she replied as she sparked me up.

We stood outside for a while enjoying ourselves, Grandma more than me, when she finished she helped keçiören escort bayan me finish mine as well!

Once we finished I said, "We had better get back before we are missed and questions asked."

"Nope, not yet," she replied, "There is something else yet," and began fiddling around in her handbag.

"Hah, got it!" she cried triumphantly and held up her hand containing a sprig of mistletoe.

"I enjoyed the last one so much thought we might indulge again."

I was certainly up for kissing her again and pulled her into me greedily finding her lips and we both held the kiss for longer than before.

When we pulled apart Grandma looked me in the eye and said.

"Again?"

This time our tongues found each other, and we spent about 10 minutes making out with each other, Grandma grinding her crotch into my fully erect cock.

When we parted she said.

"I needed that, now let's get back before we are missed."

By the time we got back the party was winding up, guests leaving, Isobel doing her thing at the door wishing them well and thanking them for their attendance.

Soon it was just the family, Grandma decided she had enough and announced she was retiring for the night.

Mom, more than a little boozy, slurring a little said she would also go up so that just left Dad, Uncle Mike, Isobel and me.

Presently Isobel announced her intention of retiring leaving us with the command,

"Don't you men get too drunk and stay up too late."

We heeded her words and about 30 minutes later headed off to bed.

Most of the family had rooms on the first floor, me, however, had a room on the second. I had always had this room even from an early age and even now tradition still played a part, as I got older I enjoyed the privacy it afforded me.

Arriving at my room I found the moonlight enough without switching on the light, quickly stripping off my clothes I jumped into bed.......and just as quickly leapt out again...someone else was there also!

Switching on the light I got the surprise of my life, there with the duvet pulled up to her neck lay my Grandmother Barbara.

"Jeez, are you in the wrong room Grandma," I enquired.

"Is this your room Alan?" was the reply.

"Yes, Grandma it is."

"Well then, I guess I'm in the right room then!"

"But escort keçiören what are you doing here?" I asked somewhat sheepishly.

"We both enjoyed our kisses and cuddles before, so I thought we might carry on a bit more.....if you want too of course?"

With that Grandma pushed the duvet down and I got my first sight of my Grandma stark, staring naked!

"You're naked!" I blurted out.

"Its how I always go to bed silly." She replied.

By now my eyes had drunk their fill of my naked Grandmother, large breasts only slightly sagging, slim, tight body and a cunt totally bereft of hair, pink lips clearly visible.

"Well are you going to join me, you clearly want too." Nodding at my groin where my cock was doing its best to try to explode, I was harder than I had been for some while.

I quickly joined my giggling Grandmother in the bed and we soon entwined our tongues dancing with each other.

"How much drink have you had tonight?" she enquired.

I truthfully answered,

"Probably too much to make this an event to remember."

"Not to worry," was her reply, "I'm just looking for a taster tonight, now lie back and let me lead."

With that she sat astride me, pointed my cock at her entrance and began to slowly lower herself onto my length.

A gentle rhythm then began leading, a few minutes later, to a violent crescendo as my seed spurted into my Grandmothers cunt.

We both caught our breath and then Grandma quietly lay beside me, saying nothing, I drifted off into slumber.

When I awoke next morning around 9.30 I was alone.

Had this been a dream? Had I imagined making love to my Grandmother?

My questions were soon answered, my now flaccid cock stuck to my thigh and the bed, where another person would have lain was stained with the tell-tale juices of a night of debauchery.

I quickly showered, dressed and hurried downstairs into the kitchen where all the family were gathered.

Grandma was the first to speak.

"Morning darling, pleasant dreams then?" Smiling at me.

"Yes thanks, very good," was all I could muster.

After exchanging pleasantries with the rest Mom interjected.

"Grandma has a migraine this morning and doesn't feel as though she could drive home, would you be a darling and drive her, then stay over until she feels well enough to look after herself?"

Would I? I immediately cottoned onto the fact that this was a ruse perpetrated by Grandma to fix it, so we could be alone together.

"Yeah, sure I don't mind," I said nonchantly, "When do you want to leave Grandma?"

"I think we should get going as soon as possible sweetie, don't you?"