I spent the next two weeks after my poison ivy incident trying to process in my head what had happened. I would close my eyes at night reliving the events and trying to recall every minute detail. Inevitably, my cock would harden as I envisioned my grandmother with her hands wrapped around it. I must have masturbated twice a day, following the incident, reflecting on the shock, excitement and exhilaration of the incident....

"Two Minutes Each" I prided myself on being a good grandson. It was the spring of my senior year in high school. When my grandmother, seventy-one years old at the time, mentioned her garden was being overrun with weeds, I volunteered without hesitation. Three hours later, sweat soaked my shirt and dirt clung to my arms. I was feeling pretty good about myself - until I noticed a vine with three shiny leaves twined around h...