I went to him and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. After all, how could I be self-righteous when I’m just as guilty as Carol? “It’s okay,...Bobby. I just need to talk to your mother and clear the air between us.”He nodded and asked, “Please don’t do anything to hurt my mom.”Carol was unloading the dishwasher when I came into the house and stormed into the kitchen looking for her. I was still upset with her. Carol had not been truthful with me. I could understand why she ’forgot to mention. I immediately had a raging hard on. My heart pounded in my ears. I was afraid she might see me, but I was so horny that I just reached down and started stroking my cock, watching her rub her pussy and her breasts. I had heard that women masturbated but the sight of seeing my grandma with her big sexy body vigorously rubbing her snatch just drove me wild. I wanted to fuck her so bad!It startled me as I found myself whispering out "Grandma!" I froze and gulped hard realizing what I had done. She. " She said as she let her hair completely down and slipped off her little shoes.She was so honest and straightforward I wasn't sure if she had done this a hundred times before, or if this were the first."Show me how much you want me." She said quietly as I stepped to her and covered her mouth with mine.Her tongue shot into my mouth and I brought a hand up and filled it with her left breast. It was firm and through her blouse and thin bra her nipple felt like a bolt stuck in a sock. I pinched it. While I had friends in high school, I most often would spend Friday and Saturday nights with my mom. She’d make popcorn and we would sit on the coach, most often real close, and watch movies. Those were some of the best times I remember about our early “relationship.” This eventually turned into us cuddling and holding each other as well as spooning, which I absolutely loved.After the divorce, when I was 18, not mom’s usual outfit around the house when it was just we changed to a pair of.