Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2017 19:45:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grandma and Rika (Lesbian/Incest, oral, anal, f/F)

Incest, oral, anal, f/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved

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	     Grandma and Rika

                        By
                       Jan

      When the doorbell rand it startled me, because I
wasn't expecting anyone!  When I opened the door I
was shocked to see a Female State Trooper standing
there in uniform.  She removed her Boss of the Plains
hat (popularly known as a Smoky the Bear hat) and
asked if I was related to a Mr. and Mrs. Daniel R.
Forester?

      I sputtered feverously, "Yes...That's my parents!
What's happened?"

      "Is there anyone else home with you?"

      "No...my parents went to a party tonight, and I
was just about to go to bed."

      "May I ask you name?"

      "My name is Elisabeth Forester!  WHAT IS
WRONG?"

      "You better get a coat and come with me!"

      I ran to the hall closet and grabbed my father's
old Navy Pea Coat.  It almost fit me because my
father was much smaller when he joined the Navy as
a teenager.  I put it on in a dead run to join her.  I
locked the door before we headed to the car.  She
let me ride up front, and I was in a panic mode.  I
kept asking what had happened.

      Her voice was very soft as she said, "I'm sorry to
have to tell you that your parents were in a serious
automobile accident to night."

     "Are they alright?"

      "All I know is that they were taken to the County
General Hospital.  We will be there shortly."

   The rest of the trip was a blur because I was
worried about what had happened and how badly my
parents were hurt.

      The Trooper pulled into the Emergency parking
lot and parked the cruiser right in front of the
entrance.  She walked me into the hospital, and we
were met by a nurse.

      She thanked the Trooper and wrapped her arm
around me as she led me down a corridor above the
double doors was a simple white metal cross.  It
turned out to be a small chapel.  There was a priest in
a black business suit with the white tabbed collar.
He approached us and took my hands in his.  The
nurse left without saying anything.

      He said, "I'm sorry to have to tell you that your
parents were killed when another car hit them
broadside at high speed.  Is there anyone I can call
to help you?"

      "I don't know we just moved here a short time
ago.  The only relative I have is my father's mother.
I don't remember ever having met her, and I don't
know her number."  I broke down crying at that point.

      "Don't worry my child, we will find out how to
contact her.  For the time being I will arrange for a
place where you can stay while we take care of
everything.  I'm sure you would feel more
comfortable staying at you home, so I will arrange for
someone to stay with you.  For right now I'm not sure
about you seeing your parents in their present state."

      I said, "'Please...I have to see them!"

      He took my arm and led me to the intensive care
unit.  Curtin's were drawn around two separate beds.
As he pulled back the curtains to the beds I saw my
parents still hooked up to the intravenous tubes and
the other devices to register cardio and reparation
rates.  The tubes were still taped to their mouths.
Dad's face looked like he had been punched in the
face by the airbag.  Mom face looked worse; the right
side was distorted with glass cuts all over it.  It was
obvious the other car had hit the passenger side of
the car.  It was difficult to see them like this.  It
was even hard to believe these two figures were in
fact my parents.  I regretted seeing them like that
because that was burned into my consciousness and
be my last memory of them.

      Arrangements were made for a woman to stay
with me my while my grandmother was contacted.  A
day later it was surreal meeting my grandmother for
the first time.  When I opened the door and seeing
the gray haired woman standing there looking like an
older female version of my father.

      Her hair was cut short, almost a man's haircut.
She was wearing a business suit that obscured her
figure, but it was obvious that she had a physically fit
figure.  She looked like a no nonsense professional
woman.

      She introduced herself, "Hello...Elizabeth, I'm
Judy, your Grandmother!"

      I was stunned into immobility, as she gathered me
into her arms and hugged me tightly.  It was strange
meeting her for the first time.  I started crying
uncontrollably.  It took a while before I calmed down.
I asked, "What should I call you?"

      She said, "My name is Judy, or you could call me
Grandma.  Whatever you're comfortable with is fine
with me.

      It took a week to make arrangements or the
burial of my parents and the disposal of the used
clothing of my parents, furniture and put the house
up for sale.  After the home was put up for sale and
my clothes were boxed up and shipped to Grandma's,
we caught a flight to Seattle, Washington, and we
took the Greyhound bus south to Tacoma.  Apparently
that was where my father grew up.  He never talked
about his family.  I had asked a few times, but he
didn't care to talk about it.

      Grandma had a nice little two bedroom home that
was well insulated from the cold.  The northwest gets
a lot of rain so the house had large gutters that
emptied into rail barrels.  There were large
evergreen trees to the northwest of the house that
protected the house from the cold winds.  None of
the roads in the area have curbs though.  It turned
out that most of her neighbors were as old as her.

      Grandma showed me the bedroom that would be
mine, and it was cozy with a full sized bed.  She told
me that it had been my father's room.

      I had to ask, "Daddy never talked about growing
up, even when I asked him.  What was he like?"

      "Your father was a good hunter and seaman.  He
played football in high school, and joined the Navy as
soon as he graduated.  He was a Torpedo man third
Class on a Los Angles class Submarine out of
Remington.  He was so close to home that he was able
to come home and be with his friends when on leave.
After his discharge he went to college at the
University of Washington.  Upon graduation he was
recruited by the company he worked for and met
your mother at work as I understand.

      Why didn't he ever talk about it?"

      "Honey your father was embarrassed about me,
and hated my life choices."

      "Why was that?"

      How old are you dear?"

      I'm twelve years old."

      "I guess you're old enough to know the truth
about your grandmother, and I hope you can accept
it.  I would love to be your friend."

      There was a pause before she continued, "Your
father discovered that I am a lesbian when he was
not much older than you are now, and he could never
forgive me."

      I was surprised by her revelation.  I knew what
the word lesbian meant, but had never knowingly met
one before.  That explained my father's vitriolic
tirades about homosexuality.  I wasn't sure about my
feelings about it.

      Shortly after that I was enrolled in the local
grammar school, and life settled down quickly.  I
made friends with a few girls at school.  There was
one particular girl named Christina that lived a few
houses down the road from Granny's that I walked to
school with.  We became close friends.  Her mother
was divorced, so with had a little in common.

      She was a little chubby with dark brown hair, and
the misfortune of inheriting Uno-brow.  When we
were visiting each other I convinced her to allow me
to pluck her brows and give them shape.  It took days
accomplish it, but she looked much better.  She
became devoted to me.  We were almost
unrepeatable.  Both of us were excited about
entering junior high school next year.

      Grandma had a few women friends that I met.  If
no one told me that they were lesbians I would have
never guessed.  There were never any overt acts,
between them that would indicate they were anything
more than friends.  A couple of them were Judy's
age, but several of them were a lot younger.

      They were all friendly towards me and even
flirted with me innocently.  I wasn't sure if they were
serious or not.  I felt uncomfortable about it and
blushed when they teased me.

      It was inevitable that eventually I would stumble
in on Judy engaged in sex with one of her girlfriends.
I had wondered what she did with her friends, but
didn't dwell on the subject.  The day I found out what
went on was the day I was sent home by the school
nurse when I threw up after lunch.

      I walked in and found Grandma on the couch with
a young friend of hers, named Rika.  She was no more
than thirty years old, and the picture of a Swedish
Viking descendant.  She was a big blonde with ice blue
eyes.  One look at her reminded me of the Ring
Cycle's heroine Brunhilda.  All she needed was a
horned helmet and armor cups on her massive
breasts.

      You can imagine my surprise of seeing her big
with naked butt staring me in the face as she bent
over my grandmother with her face buried in the gray
hair of her pussy.

      When they heard me squeal they untangled and
tried to cover their breasts and crotches with their
hands, with very little success.  Grandma had always
done her best to prevent me seeing her naked, but
now I saw that her breasts sagged substantially.  Her
lower tummy was wrinkled and sagged a little over her
vulva.  It had a sprinkling of gray pubic hair all over
it.

      Rika must have been close to 6-feet tall and a
true blonde.  Her breasts were very large and heavy.
Her areolas were proportionally large pink with
nipples the size of Jumbo Olives.  Her tummy was
surprisingly flat.  The bulge of her vulva was liberally
covered with strawberry pink pubic hair.

      I was immobile for a long pregnant moment, and
couldn't make up my mind what to do.  As result I
stood there like a dear caught in headlights.  I
blinked and turned around and went to my room.  I
kicked off my shoes and flopped on the bed.  I heard
their voices through the door, but was unable to make
out what they were saying.  A short time later I
heard the front door open, and after a short time the
door closed.  Several minutes passed before there
was a tap on my door, and Grandma said, "Honey, can
I come in, and would you like some sweet hot tea?"

      "Come in, the doors open.  Tea would be fine."

      Grandma came in carrying two mugs by the
handles in on hand.  She was wearing her rayon slip.
She sat on the edge of the bed and handed me one of
the mugs.  We sat there sipping our tea quietly for
several minutes before she spoke.

      "Honey...I'm terribly sorry you saw that!!  By the
way is there something wrong?  Why are you home so
early?"

      "I'm okay, I just threw up after lunch and the
nurse sent me home."

      Grandma placed the back of her hand on my
forehead.  In her concern she forgot all about her
sitting there in her slip smelling of her friend's
perfume and the odor of pussy.

      Grandma said again, "I'm sorry you saw that!  I
sent Rika home.  We should talk about this before it
becomes a problem!  I don't want you to ever hate me
the way your father did!"

     "I could never hate you!  It was just a shock to
see what that big woman was doing to you!  I have
been wondering what you did with women."

      She hugged me, and I the smell the perfume of
the other woman all over her body.  Her face also
smelled of a strong pussy odor.  (I could tell because
I had smelled my own fingers after playing with
myself.)  While she was hugging me I could feel her
breasts pressing against mine.

      While she was clinging to me, I was watching what
was going on in the mirrored sliding closet doors.  It
was like I was watching someone else.  We were both
crying and our cheeks were wet with salty tears that
soon were making the front of her slip wet, along with
my blouse.  The rayon slip became transparent enough
for me to make out the shape of her areolas and her
nipples.  I couldn't resist placing my hand on her left
tit.  It felt warm and soft as I squeezed it.

      "Grandma what is it like to make love to another
woman?"

      "Are you sure you want to know?"

      "I had never seen anything like what she was
doing to you, and it looked exciting!  It made me feel
strange.  I want to find out what it feels like!"

      There was a pause before Grandma did anything.
When she did make up her mind, she acted quickly.
She didn't bother unbuttoning my blouse.  She simply
pulled it out of my skirt and over my head.  She
reached behind me and unhooked my bra, and pulled it
off of me.

      I had always been envious of women with large
breasts, because mine were so small.  I had always
been told that mine were perfect for my age.  Just
the same I felt inadequate.  I was only a B-cup.
Grandma didn't seem to mind the size of my breasts.
She molded them with her hands.  It felt thrilling.
While she was feeling my breasts I pulled the straps
of her slip off her shoulders and pulled the front of
her slip down to expose her breasts.

      As I had seen her breasts sagged quite a bit.
The skin looked thin and almost transparent with thin
blue vein's coursing over her breasts.  I took hold of
one of her nipples and tweaked it while she bent down
to take my left breast into her mouth.  She used her
tongue to stimulate my nipple.  It was all I could do to
hold still.  Her tongue was driving me crazy.  She
continued to do that for a while before she switched
to the right tit.

      There came a point when Grandma decided to
move on to another stage of my education.  She stood
up and her slip fell to the floor around her feet and
she stepped out of it.

      Again I got another look at her crotch.
Regardless of how fit she was for her age her body
was that of a woman commiserate with her age.  In
her youth she would have had a plump butt, but with
age the seat of her ass had indentations and the
flesh sagged a little.  As I had already observed the
sparse pubic hairs were graying, and her inner thighs
were flabby as well.  She didn't waste a lot of time
posing for me.

      She pulled me to my feet and I helped her
unfasten my skirt and we pulled it down.  I was too
old for Minnie Mouse panties and too young for
thongs.  I was simply wearing rayon full sized panties.
As soon as I stepped out of my panties and skirt
Grandma helped center me on the bed with my back
resting against a couple of pillows so that I could
watch her position herself between my legs.  When
she started licking and sucking my pussy I
experienced a thrill stronger than anything I had
experienced from masturbation.

      I watched her every move with the utmost
interest.  She was an expert at bringing me right to
the edge of an orgasm, but not letting me cum.  It
was a delicious torture that was driving me crazy.
There came a point I could not contain myself and I
had an orgasm that was so strong every muscle in my
body quivered and I fainted for a few moments.  I
was sweating like I had been in a sauna.  When I came
to I was so relaxed my limbs felt as heavy as they
were made of lead.

      That night I slept in Grandma's bed, and for all
intent I moved into her room so that we could make
love to each other every night.  After a couple of
weeks Christina confronted me after school on our
way home.

      "Are you made at Me, Elizabeth?  Have I done
something wrong?"

      I was startled out of my own thoughts, "I'm not
mad at you Christina!  What makes you think that?"

      "You have barley talked to me in weeks!  I must
have done something to hurt you."

      "Not at all, I have been preoccupied with
something else!"

      "Tell me what has been bothering you?"

      I thought before saying anything, "Have you ever
had sex with a female?"

      Christina looked at me for a moment before
answering, "Yes...an older cousin taught me about oral
sex a couple of years ago when her family visited us."

      "Come home with me...please?"
.
      When we got to my house we only stopped long
enough to exchange greetings with Grandma before
heading to my room.  We sat on my bed facing each
other, and I took her into my arms and kissed her on
the mouth.  We started clawing each other's clothes
off.  I started feeling and sucking on her tits.  We
were really getting into sucking pussies when there
was a tapping on my bedroom door.

      "Grandma said, "Girls dinner will be ready in a half
hour, so I suggest that the two of you clean up and
get ready for dinner."

      Christina's face went white, "Your grandmother
knows what we're doing, and she doesn't care?"

      "Relax, Grandma is cool.  If you like you can call
your mom and get permission to spend the night with
me."

      We went to the bathroom and washed our faces
and hands before getting dressed.  As soon as we
were presentable we headed to the kitchen.  Granny
said for us to be seated, dinner was ready.  It was
obvious that Christina was nervous.

     I said to Granny, "Can Christina spend the night
with me?"

      Granny said, "By all means, but she should get
permission from her mother."

      I went to the living room and retrieved the
wireless phone and gave it to Christina.  Apparently
her mother approved.

      Granny told us to go ahead and enjoy ourselves
and she would clean up.

      We retreated to my room and were soon naked
and we sucked tits and pussies.  I introduced
Christina to something Granny taught me.  I had
Christina get on her knees like a dog and I licked her
pussy from behind, with my nose buried in her
asshole.  I rimmed her asshole, sending Christina into
an orgasmic frenzy.

      We were making so much noise my grandmother
had to have heard the noise.

      Christina had to go home the next morning to
change clothes before school, so Grandma and I
talked about it.  She assured me that I should have
girlfriends my own age.

      One day after school I came home to find Rika
visiting.  This time Granny insisted that I allow the
two of them make love to me.  We retreated to
Grandma's bedroom and they undressed me before
they undressed themselves.

      I had been impressed with Rika's size before, but
being in bed with her was overwhelming.  She was so
physically imposing it made me feel like I was
confronting giant.  She was capable of picking me up
like an adult is capable of picking up a child.  Her
breasts were proportional to her size, but huge
comparted to most women.  I swear each one of her
tits was larger than my head.  I took hold of her
right tit with both hands and started flicking the
nipple with my tongue before taking it into my mouth
and sucking hard on it.  I relished the smell of her
perfume and the salty sweaty flesh.  Rika endured me
sucking on her tits just so long.

      Grandma and Rika placed me on my back so that
they could do whatever they wanted to me.  Rika
spread my legs and rested her big head on my pussy.
She went wild shaking her head back and forth while
driving her tongue deep into my pussy.  Grandma
actually stood upon the bed and straddled my head
before lowering her butt down over my face.  She
ground her pussy and asshole against my chin, mouth
and nose.  She did so until she had an orgasm, and my
face was covered with her cum.  I had an orgasm
shortly after that.  Rika lapped up my cum until it was
driving me wild.  I couldn't hold still. I passed out only
to wake up with Rika kissing me.



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