” Grandma looked pointedly at his erection and said flatly, “Well then that is that then. Sort it out yourself.” Grandma got dressed, but deci...ed against knickers as it hurt when she tried to put them on. Grandpa put them in his pocket. It had been a long time since he had done that. Zoe was still in the lounge when they got back downstairs. “ You OK Grandma?” she said then added, “Maybe I shouldn’t have been so mad with you but lying is lying.” “ Yes dear, but you know very well why you. It was probably because when you are on the wrong side of 60, one tends to magnify the differences in age. The boy was obviously not a boy, but a young man in his late 30s with a boyish look to his face."Why did you pretend to be a beach boy this morning?" Why, my pretty lady, I only asked if you wanted a massage and you agreed. I never professed to be anything at all except interested in your lovely shape and delicious looking lips."Fiona decided right then and there that this one was a. I leaned in and kissed her, lightly, on the lips. She returned it.I let my hands slide very lightly down her sides and come to rest on her hips. I pulled her to me and pressed my maleness into her skirt-covered cleft. There was something very erotic about the fact that we were both still completely dressed. I leaned in once again but this time pressed my face against her breasts. They—her breasts—made me feel safe. It was a very sweet moment.I pushed her back onto the sofa's surface and began. "This is wrong... oh so wrong! I shouldn't let him... Not my own son... I can't fuck my own little baby boy..." Why not?" was all the small voice inside her head said in response.She had repressed her sexual desires for years, and now they were breaking free. The small moral part of Janice Monroe that was left, was waging a losing battle to the sexually hungry darker side of her personality.As the two of them reached the top of the stairs and started towards her bedroom Janice's mind.