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My father’s family, has been in the olive business for generations. The ancestral home is surrounded by olive groves. All of the groves in the area are the same, family owned. Once harvested, most families sell to the local cooperative. We have a good reputation, we make our own oil. It is sold through a broker and shipped worldwide. My grandparents run things. Grandma Lucia runs the business side of things, grandpa Gino looks after the harvesting and pressing. My parents, Giulia and Luca, have no interest in it at all. Dad left to go to university and became a doctor. Mum is an accountant. I’m not academic, so the plan, their plan, is for grandma to show me the ropes and to take over.
Nobody thinks I’m ready for that, yet. I have a bedroom, bathroom and sitting room at one end of the house. Spending my days split between working with grandma and seeing what grandpa does. One day, out of the blue, mum arrived. Her sports car, no match for the bumpy, dusty lane, down to the house. After saying hello, she headed straight for grandma’s study, where she does all of the paperwork and makes her phone calls.
“Giulia, a pleasant surprise, we weren’t expecting you.”
“I need to talk to you about what you have posted on the internet.”
I was none the wiser. What had she been posting? Something bad about the business, or someone else’s business?
“Oh, that. Why does that matter to you? May I ask, how did you find out about it?”
Still in the dark. An astonishing revelation. Make that two. Hence the reason for mum’s visit. My grandma had been posting pictures and videos on a porn site. No hint of anonymity. Not just solo. There had been images and scenes, with one or more of the men from the estate, taken by and some including grandpa. Unapologetic, they was having a great time. How had they been found out?
“Sorry Eliza. This has probably come as an unpleasant shock for you.” Mum said.
A shock definitely, unpleasant, I wasn’t certain. What exactly was the issue. People have sex. With the advent of mobile phones and tablets, taking pictures and videos is easy. Uploading things to the net, not difficult. I’m single, I watch porn on my laptop and masturbate, so what. I just wouldn’t be expecting to stumble across members of my family. Least of all grandma Lucia and Grandpa Gino. Quite a lot of people do this now. Some make a bit of money at it. Without seeing what everyone was talking about, how bad could it be?
“It doesn’t bother me. What’s the problem? I assume you all have sex. Grandma likes to film hers. So many people do that, the internet is flooded with it.”
Just then grandpa came in. He’d been out in the grove checking on the crop.
“Hello, this is a nice surprise. You should have told us you were coming. We would have got things in for a party.”
“It’s not that kind of visit, Gino. She’s come to tell us off for making our videos and taking pictures.”
“Well then, she’s had a wasted journey. Judge us if you like but people like what we do and so do we. If you’ve seen us, then you are the sort of person we make the films for.”
Mum was a bit stunned by the combative response. I’m not sure how you can complain about things, just because it’s members of your family, when otherwise you think it’s fine. I was getting curious about what my grandparents were doing. Not to mention, what my mum was watching. Grandpa opened a bottle, poured a glass for all of us. Things were quiet as we drank. I love being here. I get on particularly well with grandma. Probably more so than with my parents. I wanted to get across my thoughts.
“Loads of people watch porn. I masturbate watching and you lot probably fuck to it.”
“Eliza. Language.” Mum spluttered.
“There’s nothing wrong with any of that. It isn’t hurting anyone. It’s not like anyone is forcing us to do it. Complaining just shows a double standard. Can we just forget about it and have a nice time, while you are here.”
“Good for you. Giulia, you’ll have to stay now. Too late to go back. Eliza come and help me get dinner.” Grandma said.
I followed here to the kitchen. Old fashioned, no fitted units, just cupboards and a table in the middle of the room. As grandma made fresh pasta, I chopped vegetables for the sauce.
“What have you been up to?” I asked.
“I’ll show you later, if you don’t mind seeing my saggy old body. Too much for your mum by the sound of it.”
“I don’t think that’s the problem. She must have been looking for something. Probably trying to warn you, in case dad finds out. Her issue is that it was you, rather than some random old lady.”
“Not so much of the old.”
I like her. She never let things get to her. I suppose a good attitude to have, if you are running a business. She could laugh off most things. It is nice to be cooking with her. It’s something we do a lot, part of our bonding. After dinner and more wine, things were still tense. Mum retired early, probably not wanting to get in to an argument. I stayed balıkesir escort down with my grandparents. Grandma went to a cupboard and pulled out a laptop.
“Now that she has gone, want to see what she was complaining about?”
“Why not.”
She switched on, opened a folder of photos and started scrolling through. She said that this was how it all began. Photos for the two of them, just lingerie shots, in different sets of underwear. These looked pretty recent. The next folder getting braver. Naked shots, showing her boobs and bum with her hands initially covering her pussy. The last shot a full frontal. Not exactly slim but not too fat. Boobs a bit saggy. Long nipples facing down. A slightly round belly and a big mat of pubic hair, dark tinged with grey.
“Are you alright, not saying much?”
“Sorry, I was just looking. You look great.”
“Don’t be silly. Saggy fat old lady flashing her bits.”
“She still goes like crazy.”
“Gino!”
“She’ll see soon enough.”
She moved on to some video. This must be an early one. The camera wobbling as it was set down, the two of them sucking, licking and fucking. Grandpa’s dick just average size. Even so, he could go some. She had several orgasms. Not loud or outlandish but definitely audible. The final action a doggy style fuck, at the end of which he pulled out and came on her bum and back.
She flicked forward several files, saying that this was probably what the issue was. More recent by the look of the video and sound quality. Not to mention the editing. A full on scenario. Grandpa marched in by two masked men. He was tied with some rope to a chair. One of the men spoke.
“We are going to take all of your money and valuables. First we are going to take this.”
The camera panned to grandma, flowery summer dress and more makeup than usual. One of the men took a large knife and cut the dress all of the way up the front. A full set of black lingerie, including stockings and suspenders. The knife cut away her panties. The knife was thrown down and stuck upright into the floorboard. The other man carried her to the bed and held her down as the knife wielder unzipped his trousers. A decent size but not massive. A cut shot of grandpa. A look of horror on his face. The man on the bed, no preliminaries, started to fuck her hard. I guess, they had edited out any foreplay. A few minutes in, she had an orgasm.
“That was real. No faking it for the camera.” She said.
The guy didn’t cum. He pulled out and swapped places with the other one. It did look real. Both of them still clothed and masked. The second man, average dick. He fucked her, if anything, even more vigorously. Neither of them had cum. All of my boyfriends wouldn’t have lasted half as long. He withdrew his cock and the first guy said,
“Time to make a mess before we leave.”
He made for the foot of the bed, raised grandma’s legs high and pointed his cock below her pussy.
“NO! YOU CAN’T. I DON’T DO IT THERE!” Grandma screamed.
Cut to Grandpa, a look of lust on his face. The entry of the good sized member, into her arse, gave the lie to her screams. She was loving it. The other man moved beside her head and began wanking his cock. They kept up their efforts for several minutes. The one beside her said,
“Open wide.”
She turned her head towards him and he shot his cum into her mouth. The other one grunted as he came in her arse. The scene faded to black as the two men zipped up and left the room. If I didn’t know who they were, I would have assumed that it was professional. The camera work and editing were pretty slick.
“Eliza, are you alright?”
“Sorry. Yes. I can see why mum was shocked. That was impressive. I’d never have known you did all of that yourselves. Who were they?”
“Two of the local young men. You’d recognise them, without the masks. They do some work here from time to time, helping us out. They work for most of the local families. I don’t think they do that for them though.” Grandpa said.
“Don’t you mind them doing it?”
“This might sound bad but I like it. The three of us came in her fanny after the film finished. I went last.”
“They are really nice young men. I had about half a dozen orgasms. I think they like the idea of having sex, with someone who pays their wages. We aren’t going to complain about it.”
“I’m glad you are both having a good time. Mum might not like it but I don’t care. It’s none of my business what you do. Anyway, it’s late. Good night.”
The pair of them kissed me on the cheek and I went to the room I usually slept in. Some people would think what my grandparents got up to was disgusting. They would probably think what I did that night was the same. I lay in bed and masturbated, for what felt like ages. I got myself off three times but the last one was a bit of a struggle. I got close several times before I finally got there. The mental images, the videos I’d just seen. I started to bartın escort wonder, if it wasn’t the age of the actors my mum was interested in but what they were doing.
Late in the morning, I tried looking for mum. She was nowhere to be seen. I went for a walk around the grove. There is a bench at the far end. It overlooks the valley. I spend quite a lot of time there. Thinking and looking at the view. When I got there, mum was sat on ‘my’ bench.
“Good morning Eliza. Sleep well?”
“Great thanks. You?”
“Not really I was tossing and turning all night.”
“You need to let it go. Grandma and grandpa aren’t going to change, why should they.”
“I know. People in glass houses…..”
“Oow. Do I sense a bit of a confession?”
She hesitated. Was she going to tell me or not? It looked as if she was weighing things up.
“Going to tell me what you were looking for? I think I’ve worked it out.”
“You aren’t helping. You aren’t going to let it go, are you?……. I have things that I like. You must have too. Mine are a little unusual. I suppose Lucia showed you the video with the two men. I like that sort of fantasy. Truthfully, I like some form of restraint and erotic asphyxia. So I understand a bit about what Lucia likes.”
“Whoa. Way to go mum.”
“That’s not the way you are supposed to react.”
“It’s cool that you have something you like. I like to watch women masturbating. Real orgasms, not the fake ones. And interracial stuff. Men with big black cocks. I’m not a lesbian and I don’t want a massive dick, it’s what I like to watch. There. We’re even.”
“It isn’t a competition. It isn’t really something we should be talking about.”
“Why? There isn’t anything wrong with what we like and what we do. I like having orgasms, I bet you do too. Who doesn’t.”
Mum put an end to the conversation, thinking it had gone far enough, too far, or it shouldn’t go any further. We walked back slowly to the house. Each with a new and different view of each other. Would it bring us closer together? I’d never really had a close relationship with either of my parents. They always seemed to be distant, obsessed with their careers. Even family holidays weren’t that much fun, for the younger me. I’d often find a friend my age and spend more time with their family, than my own. That all sounds bad but it taught me to be self reliant. I’m not that bright, when it comes to books and learning but I can look after myself. I’m a practical sort. I learn enough about everything to get by.
When we got back to the house, it was pretty quiet. Grandpa was doing some maintenance in the pressing room, grandma, making phone calls. I made us some sandwiches and sat and drank a glass of wine with mum. I started to get the feeling, that dad was a lot more up tight than mum and she needed some space. Maybe these few days would help. As we drank, I couldn’t resist asking,
“I guess dad doesn’t share your interest, or he would be here wagging his finger, if he had seen the video.”
“Pretty good at reading people and picking up on things, aren’t you.”
“Not bad. Plenty of time on your own with a laptop, like me?”
Since moving here, I’ve got used to drinking a fair bit. In addition to the olives, there are a few vineyards locally. Nothing fancy and most of the wine is drunk locally. Lucia and Gino drink plenty and I’ve got used to it as well. I don’t think mum drinks that much. That became evident as the afternoon wore on. Initially wary, about opening up this sort of conversation again, the wine was easing things for her. She was far more open about things than I was expecting. Possibly more than she intended. I had been correct in my assessment, my father was pretty standard in his tastes, in the bedroom. Like me, her laptop, fingers and vibrators filled the void. Unlike me, a silk scarf round her throat, did the rest. With far more money than me, her sex toy collection was extensive. I caught a glimpse of grandma, stood in the doorway. How long had she been there? How much had she heard?
“You two need to get some real cock, instead of playing with yourselves.”
The answer to my questions, long enough and everything. I went to help grandma get dinner ready, mum stayed in the sitting room, contemplating what she had divulged. The smell of food drew grandpa indoors. After dinner, more wine, although mum seemed to be taking it more steadily. She still went to bed earlier than the rest of us. When she had gone upstairs, my grandparents began planning a surprise.
“Are you going to be alright with this, Eliza?” Grandma asked.
“The question should be, is mum going to be good with it?”
I left them to scheme and headed up to bed. I walked past the room mum was staying in. The unmistakable sound of somebody approaching an orgasm. She must have assumed that I would be downstairs far longer. Staying quiet, I edged closer to the door. The lead up was similar to mine. I can be quite loud, batman escort especially as I’m normally the only one on this side of he house. All of a sudden, the old brass bed rattled and there was a strange gurgling sound. She was actually choking herself. Transfixed, I didn’t move. Less than a minute passed before her groans and sighs started again. This time, no strange sounds, just a gentle,
“Ahhhhh.”
I waited a little longer but I think she had finished. I crept quietly to my room. That was all that I did quietly. Somewhat against my better judgement, I masturbated thinking about my mother, strangling herself to an orgasm. Unusual thoughts followed. If my father wasn’t interested in this, how did she manage at home? Did she just do it with him there, or only when she was on her own? I couldn’t imagine, not being able to get off whenever I wanted to. Was my interest in watching women orgasm, something my dad did? Did he just watch her? What the hell am I thinking?
Mum had a couple of days left, before she was due to go back to work. Steering her car carefully up the rutted lane, we went in to town to have a look around. Even though I’ve been living here a while, I don’t often go anywhere, other than shopping for food, with grandma. It made a nice change. We had a really nice lunch at a posh restaurant, mum’s treat. While we had been gone, Lucia and Gino had been busy. No sign of anyone about as we pulled up to the house. Mum went in through the front door, just in front of me. I almost jumped out of my skin. Just inside the door, a man pulled a black cloth bag over mum’s head. She screamed. He said,
“Quiet and you won’t get hurt.”
I was rooted to the spot. As soon as the bag was in place, my grandparents and another man appeared. Grandma, her finger to her lips. An indication for me to keep quiet. I guessed these were the two men from the video. No masks for them this time. I had seen them before, brothers. The pair of them picked her up and carried her back past me. I followed them in to the warehouse. The set up arranged. A wooden table, ropes attached to each leg, a tripod and camera in position.
Mum was placed on the table, face down, hips on the edge. Her arms bound to the legs at the far end. Ankles tied to the table, her legs pulled wide apart. Grandma got on to the table and straddled mum’s back, facing her head. One of the men, with what looked like the same knife as before, cut mum’s trousers to shreds. Nice knickers. Black and showing off her buttocks to good effect. Only just covering her arsehole and pussy but not for long. Cut off. Grandpa was filming everything. A whir as he zoomed in. Her anus darker than mine. You can’t help a bit of self inspection. Pussy lips similar dark colour to mine but larger. Unlike my hairy snatch, she appeared to be shaved.
The brother with the slightly smaller cock approached the table, spat on his hand and wiped it along her pussy. I don’t think he needed to. Her pussy was glistening. Fantasy made real. He pushed his cock inside. His entry met with a groan. He began to fuck her, none to gently. It would have been too hard for me. I’m not in to being pounded. That didn’t seem to be the case for mum. Eventually, he pulled out and shot his cum on and into her open pussy. Presumably for the camera. He was replaced by his better equipped brother.
Grandpa’s hand on my back intended me to move closer. I looked at him. He raised his hand and gave a fingering motion. I moved in to camera shot. Close up, this guy was big. A got a good view on his outward stroke. Is it fucked up, to rub your mum’s clit? Yes. Even more so, when she’s being fucked by a stranger. I did it anyway. She began wriggling the second I touched her. From what I could see, grandma had her hands round mum’s throat. I was trying to match the man’s rhythm. The gurgling noise I’d heard last night came from the head of the table. My hand was almost crushed as she bore down. The guy kept going, I was impressed. Mum came again, as he pulled out, as his brother had and shot his load. The smell of cum was overpowering. Some of it on my fingers.
Grandpa shuffled forward, trousers around his ankles, his erect cock no more than eighteen inches from my face. His hand went to her cum soaked pussy. His fingers brushed mine, still on her clit. His hand ran up and smeared cum across her anus. She shook. He pushed his cock into her pussy and simultaneously his thumb into her anus. She squealed. One of the men shouted,
“Quiet.”
Grandpa could have gone on for ages. I think he sensed mum reaching her limit. He pulled out his thumb. Her anus stayed open. Withdrawing his cock, he pointed it at the open brown hole. He was gentle with his entry. I don’t think he need have been. In very short order, he was fucking her hard. Gran shifted, was she squeezing harder. I felt her pussy throb as she came but without a sound. Her legs were shaking. Grandpa pulled out slowly, his cock followed by a dribble of cum. He pulled up his trousers and went to turn off the camera and remove it. The three men withdrew. Grandma climbed down off the table. I wriggled my hand out. The two of us stood behind her. Her anus and pussy open to view and both smothered in cum. We stood silent for perhaps five minutes. Mum, not hearing anyone, shouted out.
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