Grandmother's House (Based on a true story)

Around the age of fifteen I had a recurring dream. I was naked and my maternal grandmother was carrying me down her garden path to cross the road and sit me on the wall opposite. Nothing would be said. My legs were just gripping round her hips. End of dream!
We visited her fortnightly, on Saturdays. At this time she was fifty-seven.
She had conceived my mum out of wedlock so her father would not permit her to marry her man because at eighteen, he was under-age! She was 21! It was a silly church rule so grandfather joined the regular army and came back when he was twenty-one.
They married and he gave her nine more children! The last girl was born just as grandfather was called back into war service but he was imprisoned by the Japanese for more than three years!. On return, his damaged mind caused him to ill-treat grandma so they divorced.
Every Saturday the house was filled with visiting family. The place oozed sexuality. There was a constant smell: a strange, yet very pleasant smell. The place was often strewn with makeshift washing lines carrying stockings and pretty knickers. The house was full of young women; mostly my aunts. Two of them were single but close to marriage. The youngest was barely three years older than me and one of them had already given birth, outside of wedlock.
Grandmother’s house was small. Sometimes, there’d be a jostle for the bathroom. When my turn came one Saturday I burst in desperately, only to be confronted by grandma, just about to pull up her undies. We both froze for a few seconds as I was left staring at a mass of dark hair around her enormous fanny. That’s what I knew it as. I’d never seen one before. I’d learnt it was for frigging. I knew that much from school playground talk.
I apologised to Gran and promptly left the bathroom. I was embarrassed but thrilled. She had big thighs and shapely calves. I was her first grandchild and she had given me my first sexual experience. When she came out of the bathroom she smothered me with a loving hug without saying a word. Suddenly, I knew what I needed in a woman.
I was often tormented by boys at school. Some reckoned I was frigging my mother because I hadn’t got a girlfriend. It was a common taunt to some of us but none of them could ever know what was in store for me and I would never enlighten them.
Grandma also gave house to her father-in-law, my great-grandfather. He vowed to take care of her after his son had treated her so badly. But I think she was taking care of him!
Later, during this revealing Saturday, grandma suggested we go for a walk down the road to great-grandfather’s allotment, to collect fresh vegetables for the evening meal. We took the route of my recurring dream but this time I was not being carried by her.
Grandma made very little conversation. At the allotment we went into the shed, where she sat herself onto grandfather’s potting bench. She lifted her skirt to reveal once again her big hairy fanny. She was without knickers now. She took my hand and placed it between the lips of what I can only describe as a gateway to paradise. I know it’s a hackneyed expression but there is no such thing as an ugly fanny. It was fabulous.
In this retrospective of my life I have memories of a few fannies. Like snowflakes, there are no two alike. I was blinded with passion and Gran was now a young girl; maybe a little older than me. Once the mat of hairs were parted I gently slipped my fingers into her slimy opening. She was anxious and began to appear breathless.
She took my wrist with both hands and slowly pulled my entire hand into her sensuous opening. She’d spent most of her married life pregnant, and likewise, had been stretched to the limit by ten childbirths. She would have endured numerous internal examinations by old time midwives with soaped-up hands. Gran’s fanny was cavernous but wonderful and I knew what I had to do. She was preparing me for life.
We embraced and caressed. She took her hands and held on to the back of my head while I kissed her for all I was worth. The taste of her soft lips was heavenly.
By now I had an erection bigger than I’d ever known. I had been wanking-off for a couple of years. I managed to remove my trousers and pants and place my glistening cock between her slippery labials. I was paralysed with excitement.
She took over and put her hands round my waist and hauled me into her. She was so wet I could hardly feel myself in her. My small amount of pubic hair entangled with her forest as her internal spasms drew every drop of semen out of me. I had frigged her! She never spoke a word apart from one big sigh. I can only assume she’d orgasmed. It was so quiet.
I was in a hallowed place, where life began for my mother and her brothers and sisters. I wanted to stay there forever but we’d soon be missed by the family, back at the house.