The lock must have been keyed to my thumbprint. Grandfather would not have something like that left to chance.With it open, I recognized this was yet ...o be another test. One Grandfather must have set up before his death, perhaps the last one he would ever give me. I pulled out yet another tape recorder and a large envelope. Rolling my eyes, I thought, “Really, grandfather?” I hit its play button. There was no music this time. It was just my grandfather’s voice. “Good afternoon, Jim. Your. ’ I wanted to lighten up this conversation, but that comment fell flat on the floor. ‘I thought sharing ourselves in bed meant something special. If you’re screwing some slut I have to worry about STD’s and other stuff. Plus, how can I let you get close to Rebecca if you don’t think this relationship is going anywhere.’ ‘I didn’t say this relationship wasn’t going anywhere. I do think that this can be something special, but look at it from my side. You’ve had four years to adjust to leaving. Why? Because maybe it turned her on? She watched the woman’s hands and realized that the older woman was still playing with his sack…oblivious to the fact that he was nearly three quarters erect…that his cock was dangling just inches above her massaging fingers. Yeah, you old huzzy…you can pretend real good, but I know you’re enjoying this shit, aren’t you?? She imagined herself in the other woman’s shoes and wondered if she’d be getting off on it too? Were he not her son, she realized she. I could tell that she was getting close to cumming, however, when she started tensing up and was moving a lot less. It didn't surprise me that it wasn't taking very long to get her to the brink, not only because she was clearly already very fired up, but also because she was just so sexually in tune with herself.When she suddenly went from being nearly rigid to her body shaking as she relaxed back onto the bed, I knew she was experiencing an intense orgasm, which is exactly what I wanted for.