I called my granny, Aleenama because that how she was called by all others. And there is a reason. She was a fortune teller who was branded a witch sometimes. She used to make prdictions and give taweez for good fortune. My father was her only child. She became a widow at 40 and lived alone in her village home. The village was not far from the town we lived. One interesting thing was that whenever father faced a financial strain he used to take help from her. He behaved very obediently with her. My family visited her often. Another interesting thing was that her house temperature felt warm in winters and cool in summers. When I became old enough to drive a motor bike, I started going to her house on my own.
When I was 18, she perhaps was 58. Despite having some grey hairs, she looked younger. She had a beautiful face, wheatish complexion, big breasts and big buttocks. The house she lived in was surrounded by a fence made of standing boards. On enterence there were two ropes. Stripes of cloths hanged as if it was a shrine. A big room was reserved for visitors. In that room there were two photographs on wall. One of Aleenama with grandpa and one with my family. By looking on those photos I felt that grandmother in the picture, did not change much. On the upstairs there was a room with some books. I like to spend my time reading books left by my grandfather and father.
After my intermediate level exams, I had a lot of free time. I decided to visit Aleenama in village. One day she went for shopping with me on my motor bike. On return it started raining. As the wind picked up speed the rain became heavy.
“Hyah!” I heard her shouting in happiness.
By the time we reached home we were soaked. After entering the house she took a dry handkerchief out of her bag and asked me to wipe.
“I’m good, Aleenama you wipes first.”
I looked at her and was shocked. Her dress was so wet that it was clinging to her body, her bra and panties underneath it could be seen through. First time I’ve seen her in wet clothes. It was like scene from a movie. Her wet cloths were making her look naked. I tried to tell my mind that she was my grandma but a sensation ran through my groin. My cock became erect. She approached me and wiped my face and arms with the handkerchief she had.
“Tell me what are you nervous about?”
“Sorry but if I am excited despite being your grandson, guess how worse it can be for other men.”
She came near to me and spoke in a strange voice.
“I know why you are excited? Because you are a reincarnation of your grandpa, my dead husband,”
I smiled at this remark but fact was that I got born just after his death. As Aleenama touched my cock over my dress, her face came close to that of mine. I kissed her and she opened her lips to accept my tongue. We hugged each other and exchanged wild kisses. She took me to her room. Once inside we removed our dresses and became nude. My big cock was standing erect like an iron bar. My grandmother held my big cock on her hand and gave a few strokes. I sat down in front of her and licked her pussy. She started panting and screaming like a teenage girl. She fell on her bed. I never looked at her in an erotic way before but suddenly I wanted to fuck her.
Looking at her exposed breasts, I starteded playing with them. She lifted her legs up and spread them wide in invitation. I moved in between legs. I was not a total novice. I rubbed my cockhead up and down on her wet cunt lips. Then I inserted my cock inside her cunt. It slipped in eadily. She was soft and wet. She wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist as I continued fucking her. To my surprise she was moaning in pleasure, “Ahhhh … you are a wonderful fucker, I am your bitch.”
I was too excited, or I couldn’t put up with it in a minute or two after inserting my cock. I gushed violently into her vagina.
“Twenty years…it’s been twenty years.” She moaned
I knew I came inside her but thought that due to her age it was not risky. I once slept with my mother but felt no lust in my body. Why it woke up for my grandma? I asked myself. Did she performed some magic to seduce me.
After a while, she got up and brought a towel to wipe off the semen that dripped from her vaginal opening. She asked me to sit in a chair and wiped my body. One unusual thing that I noticed was her clitoris. It seemed to pop out slightly on the rest of the skin, like a little red finger protruding from her pubic hair.
As she cleaned my cock, she started licking it and then sucking it. In no time I want to fuck her again. Before I can make a move Aleenama stood up and straddled me. “Ohh … Aleenama”. As she straddled me, she put her fingers on my cock and slowly sank down on it.
When her cunt swallowed me to the root, she began to shake her hips. I couldn’t help but scream, “Aleenama, if you move so much, it will come out again!”
While listening to my voice, she shook her hips more, perhaps it excited her. I was rubbing her nipples but then held her waist firmly, I also moved my hips violently. She wrapped her hands around my neck and started panting. After reaching the limit of my patience, I let my cock squirt again in her vagina.
She took her shower first and after getting dressed went in my room to bring a dry dress for me. Meanwhile, I took my shower too in her bathroom.
Once alone in my room, I felt very guilty. A blood-related affair would be something no one could have known but it would be difficult to accept and digest. Living away from eachother was best for both. Without telling her I returned to my home. No call came from her but two days later I visited her house again and had sex again during the day. Her cunt had no hair on it now.
One day I saw a city woman visiting her. The woman was fat and in her fifties. Aleenama did some ceremonial things in front of the altar. Then she put her hand on the head of woman. Later I asked my grandmother about that woman.
She said that that the husband of that woman no longer takes interest in her. She wanted him to love her and after the ritual he will. Another day a man came who wanted a break up with his wife but her wife was resisting. Aleenama wrote something on a paper and handed it to him. She told him to soak it in his pee and after drying burn it. To be precise, I think the Aleenama’s livelihood a disgusting occult.
I learned her birth date from dad and brought a cake for her. For celebration she put some make up and wore a negligee. Believe me she looked a lot younger. I don’t want to make her aware of her age so I lit just one candle. Her eyes were more moist than usual. After finishing dinner I said,
“Is the party over or is there more?”
“It is upto you to finish or continue” she replied
I hugged her in my arms tightly and asked why she wore a Negligee that day, her naughty answer was, “A sari takes too much time to get rid off.” (laughs).
My standing meat was sticking against her stomach. I inserted my tongue in her mouth, and she entwined her tongue with mine. Two hours later we fucked twice, the bedsheet was soaked by our sex juices and there was a rich odor peculiar to sex. A sex bond between us was established.
Before my admission in university I was visiting her for few days but after my admission decided to live with her. I told my parents My wish with neither fear nor shame and they made no objection.
I came to live with her after a break, so I felt some changes in Aleenama. Each of her nipple was bulging round and the boobs were gradually pointing up. It looked like she was gradually rejuvenating after having a sex life. To feel the difference I checked her pussy in detail. The outer lips looked thicker. Het clitoris looked pink and the pee hole whitish. As I expanded her vaginal opening with my fingers, it felt elastic like rubber with a tension that was not there before.
Soon Aleenama started wearing a hat similar to the hat of a widow to hide her face from visitors. A semester assignment took me away from her for an entire month. When I returned to her house I was met by a woman in her mid thirties. She welcomed me with a smile.
“Is That you Aleenama?” I asked in a shocked voice.
She put one of her finger on her lips and with the other hand pointed to her slightly bulging belly.
