Summer in the Village. Part 3
All characters in the story are adults.
Granny went to the kitchen, and I immediately jumped out of bed, picked up my underwear from the floor, put it on, and with a bare torso, wearing only the underwear in which my cock was sticking out stiffly, I went outside to the shower.
"I hung a clean towel in the cubicle, you can use it to dry off. And my shirt is hanging there too, I forgot it when I washed, grab it when you go back to the house," Baba Zoya called out over her shoulder after me.
The elderly woman stood at the stove, stirring something in a frying pan, pretending to be busy cooking, but I noticed how Granny glanced sideways at my underwear and the bulge in them from my rock-hard cock. Apparently, the sight
of my erection in my underwear gave Zoya Vitalyevna no peace, and she couldn't take her eyes off it."Okay, Granny Zoya, I'll grab it," I replied to Granny, walking past her while simultaneously examining her ass, where black underwear was clearly visible under her light summer dress.
"Damn old woman, she put those on her ass for me, knowing the dress is see-through and her grandson is watching her underwear. But I saw with my own eyes how Granny changed and put on white underwear, and put the black ones under the mattress. Does she know, or suspect, that I prefer black underwear and bras, not white ones, for example?"
With these thoughts, I left the house, went into the garden, and barely opening the door of the summer shower, I literally froze in amazement at what I saw. Hanging on the hook was a black woman's slip, and not a simple one, but a silk and lace one. It was Baba Zoya's nightgown, and it was clearly worn, as the slip carried the scent of her perfume and body. But how it ended up here instead of the robe that was supposed to be on the hook was a mystery to me. It turns out that Granny, while I was sleeping, went outside in a short lace nightgown, washed up, and "forgot" it in the shower.
And this was quite possible, as the fence around the house where Baba Zoya lived was high, made of tightly fitted boards by the caring hands of her late husband, a carpenter and joiner. And if the gate was latched from the inside, no outsider could see what was happening on the property in the house under the green roof. So, Granny could calmly walk around her garden not only in her nightgown but completely naked. And there was essentially no one to spy on her; there was practically no youth left in the village, everyone had moved to the city, only old men and women remained, whom no one was waiting for in the city, and they were living out their days where they were born.
And looking at the black nightgown hanging on the wall, I remembered that I had seen similar things in my mother Lena's wardrobe. And she, in turn, supplied her mother, the naturally stingy Zoya Vitalyevna, with worn and out-of-fashion items, who wore her city daughter's clothes.
Mentally picturing Baba Zoya in this nightgown and recalling from memory her black pubic hair and large breasts with dark brown nipples, I took the delicate woman's shirt in my hand, pressed it to my nose, and started jerking off, imagining myself in this cubicle with my maternal grandmother.
"I'll pour you another shot, Kostya. At dinner is fine. But I'll probably abstain, I drank like a fool at lunch and forgot about my blood pressure. And it shot right up, I had to take pills," said Granny, taking a started bottle of vodka from the refrigerator.
After washing in the shower, I returned to the house, gave Granny back her nightgown, which I had jerked off onto to my heart's content, and putting on jeans and a shirt in my room—it was awkward to walk in front of a relative in just underwear—I sat down at the kitchen table. On the table was already a large plate with duck baked in the gas oven, and its appearance and the aroma coming from its golden crust gave me a fierce appetite. At home, I didn't eat duck, and in general, my mother and I ate little meat. She didn't earn much, and the money was barely enough for utilities and modest food.
"During the week, we'll have some of our own homemade moonshine, Kostya, store-bought vodka is expensive, but moonshine is much cheaper and better quality than vodka. I know a recipe to make cognac from moonshine, you can't tell it from store-bought. I won't pour much, but at lunch and on holidays, you'll always have a hundred grams. It's good for digestion," Granny said to me, filling my shot glass with expensive "White Eagle" vodka.
The prospect of drinking a hundred grams of strong alcohol at lunch suited me quite well, as my appetite became ravenous after drinking, and I felt more confident with Granny when tipsy.
"Eat, eat the meat, Kostya. Now I'll slaughter ducks often, I have a lot of them. I told you, you'll help me and I won't mistreat you," Baba Zoya kept saying, putting pieces of baked duck on my plate, which I happily sent into my mouth, savoring the tasty, fatty meat of young ducks.
Granny herself didn't eat duck, as she said fatty food raised her blood pressure. Zoya Vitalyevna ate buckwheat porridge with vegetable oil, sprinkled with sugar on top, washing it all down with milk.
I spoke to Baba Zoya sincerely; my mother, unlike her, cooked poorly, Mom Lena's porridges turned out lumpy, and soups overcooked; if she fried meat, it always burned.
"Yes, your mother, Kostya, has been indifferent to cooking since childhood, no matter how much I tried to teach her, it was useless," Granny waved her hand and took the ashtray from the windowsill, seeing that I had already eaten and needed a smoke break.
Lighting a cigarette and taking a pleasurable drag of quality Virginia tobacco, I started blowing smoke from my nose and mouth simultaneously, like adult men do, trying to show off to Granny how well I could smoke, and accidentally swallowing smoke, I coughed, which made the elderly woman laugh.
"You not only don't know how to drink, but also how to smoke. The milk hasn't dried on your lips yet, grandson, and you're trying to act like a grown man," Zoya Vitalyevna laughed heartily, watching me cough, choking on tobacco smoke, and getting up from the table, she turned her back to me, washing dishes in the sink.
After coughing, I took another drag on the cigarette, but now smoked normally, blowing smoke only from my mouth.
"You know, Kostya, I feel so good and cozy with you in the house. Otherwise, I'm always alone and have no one to talk to," after dinner in the kitchen, Baba Zoya and I moved to the living room sofa, she turned on the TV, we watched the program "Vremya" together; Granny didn't watch the Brazilian soap opera "Simply Maria," got up, turned off the TV, and suggested playing cards, "Podkidnoy Durak" (Fool).
I was a lousy player and kept losing to the cunning Granny, who left me as the fool time and again. And when we got tired of playing, we just sat with her and talked heart-to-heart.
"Then take me to live with you, Zoya Vitalyevna, if you're bored alone. My mother is kicking me out of the house anyway. She doesn't say it directly, but hints that it's time for me to start a family and find another place," I told Granny what was on the tip of my 👅 tongue. And looking the elderly woman in the eyes, I told her about yesterday's conversation with my mother when she sat on my bed, hinting that it was time for her to build her personal life, and I was in the way living with her in the same apartment.
Hearing such a confession, Granny at first looked at me in surprise; she couldn't have imagined that an adult grandson would want to live with her in a remote village, but she quickly composed herself, and her eyes lit up with warmth and affection for me.
"Oh, that bitch, her crotch itched, so she's ready to throw her own son out of the house. If that's the case, I don't mind registering you with me. You're a calm, hardworking guy, and we'll get along. And let Lenka look for studs for herself, your mother is no good, Kostya," Baba Zoya, overjoyed, almost hugged and pressed me to herself, so much did my proposal to live in her house permanently appeal to her.
"I'll do repairs in your room, you'll help me wallpaper, we'll buy a new spacious bed. You'll live like a king with me, Kostya. And it will be good for you, and I'll have a helper in my old age. In a little while, we'll go to your home, let Lena deregister you from the apartment, and I'll register you with me in the village. And now let's go to sleep, there's a lot to do tomorrow," Zoya Vitalyevna got up from the sofa but didn't leave, looking at me, or rather at the fly of my jeans where a bulge had formed from my rock-hard cock.
After the conversation with Granny and her agreement to live under the same roof with me in her house, my cock immediately rose. After all, I couldn't even dream of moving in with the object of my jerking off, the mother of my mother Lena, a beautiful and sexy granny.
"Come on, come on, why are you daydreaming. Go to bed. Starting tomorrow, you'll officially begin living in my house since you agreed, and I'll find so much work for you, you won't think it's little," Baba Zoya's voice suddenly became stern, and her expression turned from kind to angry.
Granny changed instantly, and I, looking at her, couldn't understand if she was joking or not.
"And don't you dare leave the light on in your room. I'm not going to pay for your electricity," Granny said in an angry voice, and after standing by the sofa waiting for me to get up, she went to her room, slamming the door as if to show that I shouldn't relax with her and she wouldn't go easy on me.
Although her image as an angry and domineering granny was, on the contrary, desirable to me. I didn't like good-natured women; on the contrary, I liked angry and beautiful bitches like Zoya Vitalyevna, and from the change in Baba Zoya's behavior, my cock got even harder.
Undressing in the dark, saving electricity as the angry granny had ordered, I took off my underwear and lay naked on the bed with my cock standing stiff. I didn't care if Baba Zoya might come into my room; I was no longer afraid of her and even wanted that bitch to see me naked.
For a minute, I lay on the bed in the dark, quietly jerking off, thinking about Granny who was on the other side of the wall, when through cracks in the partition, I saw that the light had turned on in her room. And this circumstance made me instantly jump out of bed and press my eye to the cherished crack in the wall. Baba Zoya wouldn't just turn on the light in her room for no reason; she was clearly going to change for the night, she wouldn't go to sleep in tight underwear and a bra, would she?
My assumption turned out to be correct; I caught the moment when the elderly mother of my mother Lena stood by the open door of the linen closet and took off her dress over her head. Left in her underwear and bra, Baba Zoya, without moving from the closet, took a hanger from it, carefully put the dress on it, and hung it in the closet. In general, the relative, as I had noticed, was very careful with her clothes and took good care of them. But I was waiting for Granny to take off her bra and underwear, standing by the wall on the opposite side, peeping at her through the crack, jerking my cock, to see her naked again and the black with gray hair thicket of hair on Granny's pubic area.
But as if playing with me, Baba Zoya was in no hurry to undress completely. Standing by the clothes closet, the elderly woman took off only her bra and started walking around the room half-naked in black panties—briefs, showing me her large and not too saggy for her age breasts, as if looking for something, and again approached the wall behind which I stood jerking off to her. Granny reached for the shelves, and I again saw her breasts up close and a blue vein on one of them.
Zoya Vitalyevna stood at arm's length from me, and I clearly felt the aroma of perfume that her hair was imbued with. After rummaging on the shelves and rustling newspapers, Granny took a small jar of cream from there and went back to the closet where, looking in the mirror obviously built into its door, she began massaging her breasts with her hands and smearing them with cream, paying special attention to her nipples.
This sight hooked me incredibly; the half-naked granny in black elastic briefs stood in the room in front of the open linen closet door and massaged her amazing tits with both hands. And I was about to cum from this, as I was dying with desire to shoot onto the partition behind which I stood and spied on my relative, when Baba Zoya, having finished massaging her breasts, pulled her panties down to the floor and turned to face me.
The large black triangle of hair on Baba Zoya's lower abdomen immediately attracted my attention, and I sped up the pace, jerking my cock while simultaneously looking through the crack at the naked granny, now not holding back. And when I was about to cum, Granny, without taking her eyes off the partition behind which I stood and jerked off to her, took and spread the labia located in her lower pubic area, in the perineum, with her fingers. And my inflamed gaze was presented with the scarlet flesh of a female vagina.
For the first time, not in a porn picture, but in real life, I saw a real pussy on a naked woman, my own maternal grandmother, and what I saw shocked me. I saw with my own eyes the most mysterious place on a woman's body, covered by a thicket of pubic hair. And it was so beautiful and caused such a storm of emotions in me with its appearance that I came, splattering sperm on the wall near which I stood, and almost bit my tongue, clenching my lips to keep from groaning from the sweetness of the orgasm.
And Granny at that moment stood facing me, looking at the partition behind which I stood, and with her fingers spread her labia, showing me the juicy and red flesh of her vagina.
"She knows I'm standing behind the partition and peeping at her through the crack."
I thought in horror, unable to tear myself away from the spectacle provided by my own grandmother. I came, but my cock didn't go down, and I started jerking it again, examining Granny's pussy through the crack. And there was something to look at; Baba Zoya held the thick, dark pink labia with her fingers, and I saw the hole of her vagina, the place from which my mother had once emerged and into which I would soon have to insert my cock. That I would fuck Zoya Vitalyevna, I had no doubt. She herself wanted sex with her grandson, otherwise why all this striptease?
After standing like that for a couple of minutes, Granny removed her hand from her pubic area, bent down to the floor, picked up her panties, which she shoved under the mattress, and reaching for the closet, took a black nightgown from a hanger. The same lace one with frills that I had brought her from the shower, and put it on, and at that moment I came again, so sexy did the elderly woman look in her daughter's black nightgown.
The black lace slip was a bit small on Baba Zoya; it barely covered her pubic area and didn't cover her ass at all. I realized this when Granny turned her back to me and reached for the switch on the wall; the nightgown on her rode up, completely exposing her white plump buttocks, and that was the last thing I saw; Granny clicked the switch, and her room plunged into darkness.
I heard the relative approach the bed, lie down on it, turned from side to side, and fell silent. And I, standing by the wall a little longer with my deflated cock, tiptoed away to the bed and lay down naked under the blanket.
I lay in the dark on the narrow army cot for a long time, unable to fall asleep. And what sleep could there be when my own grandmother had just put on an explicit striptease show for