Second Chances

A few hours later of Luke's friends showed up at my house that evening. The other boys were Tommy, Kevin, and Lance. They were all very good looking as well. Luke had been playing baseball with them since he was just six years old. I knew the boys well and their parents too.

"Grams? You know Tommy, Kevin, and Lance right?" Luke announced as he brought the boys in.

"Yes hi boys," I said nervously.

The three boys just smiled and waved. Oh god they were all so gorgeous! Quit looking at them! They're only 18 damnit!

They boys headed off to the pool wearing only their long swim trunks and nothing else. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and cleaning up but managing to ogle the boys every chance that I could get. With four young guys in my pool, I felt so excited. Never had I been this excited in a long time. Even though all the boys were sexy as hell, my grandbaby was the most gorgeous one out there.

I could see small droplets of water clinging to his skin as he got out of the pool ready to dive back in. His chest beginning to form so nicely and his tummy looked so flat and hard. I found myself hypnotized by his looks and charm. It was starting to get so hot in the kitchen for a moment. I kept picturing myself with my grandson, fucking him and sucking him. Such bad thoughts for a granny like me to have

I was starting to drift off into a sexy, nasty little fantasy when I heard another car pull up the driveway. It was a small red convertible crowded with about four young girls in their bikinis. I should have expected that. I knew my grandson had several little girlfriends and most of all I knew they were cute little blonde girls. I watched the girls get off the car and walk towards the pool to join the boys.

I just decided to go to my room and rest. I could faintly hear the laughs and screams of the boys and girls having fun out in the pool. I kept wondering if my Luke had had sex yet. It was not going to be such a shock to me if he had. After all he was so sexy and I know I'd be after him myself if I was eighteen. Hell I'm 56 and I'm having naughty thoughts about him!

As I started to change to my nightclothes I took a good look at my body in the full-length mirror. My green eyes traveled down my body examining it. My breasts were small so that was a good thing for a woman my age. They were still firm and in place. My light pink nipples were still large and hard. I looked at my tummy, which was somewhat soft from old age. My legs were still smooth and my waist small. You don't look so bad Vivian, I told myself.

My hands ran down my entire body feeling the softness and even tenderness of it. I knew I looked pretty damn good but for an eighteen year old this body was not a very ideal one. I'm sure an eighteen year old liked nice hard tummies and long wavy hair. I let my hair down that was being held by one large pin. It was short just under my ears and light brown with a few strands of gray. Looking at myself naked wasn't so bad, but I just kept wondering if I'd ever let anyone see me naked again.

The next day Luke didn't wake up until past noon. I didn't rag on him for that knowing that he had the right to sleep in late, since he was young and this would be the last summer of total freedom before he left for college. I had decided to make some of Luke's favorite spaghetti for a late lunch.

"Hey grams I'm gonna go take a shower so if any of my friends call, just tell them I'm not here."

I gave my son a puzzled look. "Not here? Why?"

He sighed as he held his clothes in his arms. "Well the girls that came over last night turned out to be real airheads and well I don't want to talk to one of them especially. I know Lance might have given her this phone number."

Oh young love I thought to myself. "Ok hun. I'm gonna make your favorite spaghetti today."

I saw Lukes green eyes light up. "Alright grams! I'm gonna hurry out of the shower and I'll help you out ok?"

"Ok sweetie."

It was almost half and hour later and Luke came to join me in the kitchen. He wore his khaki shorts, white t-shirt and was barefoot. It was extremely hot outside that day.

"What can I do to help grams?" He asked gently touching my shoulder making me almost feel weak.

"Well you can cut some onions and gather the spices for me. You know what goes in my spaghetti, you used help me all the time remember."

He smiled looking up as if he was trying to recall. "Yeah I know. I even remember telling you I waned to be a chef."

We both laughed and reminisced as we cooked together in my tiny kitchen. I couldn't remember ever having a more glorious time with someone. I remembered having all these nice talks with my husband and had missed talking to someone and laughing with someone.

"No hun that's too much salt. You know I can't eat that much salt," I warned Luke as he started to dash a large amount of salt in the spaghetti sauce.

"I can't wait until this is done grams. I'm starving!"

I felt so warm inside knowing he loved my cooking. "Luke can you check on the garlic bread please."

"It's almost done grams."

"Ok now I'm gonna take a quick shower and then we can eat. The sauce is done and so is the pasta."

"Alright I'll wait here for you. I promise I won't eat anything yet."

I gave him a devious look. "I hope so Luke. Last time you said that and you'd already eaten a plate of my spaghetti."

He laughed and I playfully slapped his arm. "Go on grams. I'll wait for you."

I took a fast cold shower and decided to wear my long flowery dress and let my hair down as well. I slipped on my black sandals and headed over the kitchen. Luke had already drained the water from the pasta and taken the garlic bread and stacked it nicely in a small wicker basket.

"Look I set the table," He said proudly.

I felt myself flush. "Oh sweetie it looks beautiful."

"Look come over here grams and taste my spaghetti sauce. It turned out better than other times!"

I laughed and went over to have a taste of my grandson's spaghetti sauce. He held the huge wooden spoon full on sauce and offered it to me. My eyes widen and I shook some of the sauce off letting it fall back to the pan.

"That was too much there Luke. Ok let me taste it." He put the spoon by my lips and I slowly licked the tip of the spoon tasting the delicious sauce my grandson had made. I licked more and more as if I had never tasted anything better in my entire life. I was lost and hadn't realized until I opened my eyes and found Luke staring at me so deeply.

I felt my face turn red once again. "Oh sorry baby. It's really good!" I shrilled.

He didn't say anything and just put the spoon down and put his strong hands on my shoulders. He gave me the sweetest smile ever. I then felt him reach by my mouth to clean off a small glob of sauce I had by my lower lip.

"It must be good grams. You are getting so dirty here." His voice was husky now.

I felt his finger wipe off the sauce and he slowly started to insert it in my mouth. My heart was racing and I couldn't remember ever being aroused. I didn't hesitate and sucked on his finger. The flavor of the sauce was being dissolved slowly as I sucked on my grandson's finger. I watched his mouth part slightly and his breathing grow rapid.

Luke leaned down and softly kissed my lips. I closed my eyes as my grandson placed small pecks on my trembling lips. I didn't know if I should kiss him back or not. Why was I being so turned on my own grandson? I'd watch him grow all these years and never thought I'd be kissing him and letting him get me so hot.

I put my arms around his neck and felt him almost lift me off the ground while his strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I had to let myself go. My lips parted inviting his tongue that was already curiously trying to make its way into my mouth finally reach its destination.

Our kiss was deep and so seductive. I never thought my grandson could kiss so nice! His lips were so warm and his tongue softly massaged mine. I could feel his tongue ring tickling against my tongue as we French kissed.

"I've been wanting to do that grams. I've been wanting to do that for such a long time," Luke said in a low voice.

I stroked his handsome face and kissed his nose softly. "I love you Luke. I know it's wrong, but I love you more than just a grandson."

His green eyes danced as he looked at me. He grabbed my hand and walked me over to the couch in the living room. He sat me down on the couch and kneeled in front of me. His shaky hands began to pull up my long dress slowly. I felt so shy as if I was 18 years old myself experimenting with sex for the first time.

I placed my hands over his weakly trying to stop him. "Luke, are you sure you want to do this? I love you baby, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

He just grinned slyly. "I want to grams. I do."

I sighed feeling so excited. "Luke baby, don't call me grams right now. Just call me by my name, Vivian."

His hands started to pull up my dress more. "Yes Vivian. Such a sexy name."

I leaned back not quite knowing what to expect. Luke's hands kept crawling up higher lifting my dress and exposing more of my body little by little. I let my sandals slide off my feet and let my legs wrap around Luke's back. His hands were up by my thighs now gently massaging them as he looked at me.

"Vivian, I'm gonna let you know why I got this tongue ring. I'm gonna let you feel it between your legs." Luke rasped and wiggled his long tongue at me.

I gasped looking at how fast he moved his tongue and saw the shiny silver stud that was going to add extra pleasure in this wonderful oral sexy I was going to experience. Luke began to tug at my white cotton panties. I voluntarily lifted my hips to give him the access he needed.