Taking Advantage

I'm the black sheep of the family and left school at 16 and went rogue for a few years. Not doing really bad things, just not following the the rules. But I just bored with that as there isn't a great lot of things you can do in hometown, because everybody knows you and you can't hide in the crowd like in a city. You start to realize that your going nowhere fast and that usually causes a change in lifestyle or you move to the city. I was little slower than most and mainly because the people I hung out with either cleaned up their act or went to the city. I was thinking of moving to the city, but a friend I'd hung out and who had gone to the city got killed only 2 weeks in the city and I changed my mind about going and the fact I now had nobody to stay with either helped. So I started a job it wasn't the greatest, but I got some money and was able to stay in the room over the garage at my parent's place. With the no trouble rule in place, I worked hard doing every bit of work that came my way and that allowed me to buy my first car an old dodge pickup. Which help me get extra work clearing rubbish from people's yard for extra cash. My grandfather and my namesake George 65 passed away (heart attack) and my grandmother Esther 60 who lived across the street from my parents was now alone. My parents have their own business and were usually busy with it. So it fell to me to take Esther shopping Saturday mornings as was her normal routine and it didn't affect me much at all. After she had been to church on Sunday morning I would drive to George's grave to place some flowers on it. My parents were happy I had improved my life and stop watching me like a hawk for any sign of my old ways returning. After about a year and no problems, I was feeling quite restless. Needing a break, my father said and that's how I got assigned to go with Esther on her trip to her older sister's funeral (coronavirus). My parent were too busy to go and I was given time off my job to go as my boss is an old friend the family. We decided to drive the 300 miles and headed off after her visit to the grave of George on the Sunday, around 6 hours later we arrived and booked into the motel my parents had booked us into. The Funeral was on the Tuesday morning we would return on the Wednesday morning, so Esther could catch up with her remaining siblings. I was the youngest at the family gathering at 23 and no young women among them either. So boredom set in quickly, but I didn't play up as I knew it would upset Esther. Esther is the youngest of her siblings and they soon had to retire and she was left alone except for me. I was going to the bar next to the motel for a beer before turning in and told Esther what I was going to do and she said she would join me. After a couple of beers each we returned to our room, I went into the bathroom and peed and Esther came in as I was finishing. To my surprise she wanted to look at my penis and she said I had a nice one and she started to stroke it. Then she straight out asked me to fuck her as her was missing getting fucked by George. I was shocked and I know whether the beer clouded my mind, but I agreed and we fucked. She was a great fuck the best I've had until then and when she wanted another fucking I agreed straight away. The first thing in the morning was another fuck followed by showering together and fucking in the shower. After visited her siblings we went back to our room and fuck again. She really likes fucking, fucking before the funeral and as much as we could after and stopping on the trip home for sex also. 8 hours to drive home we had ring my parents telling them the car was overheating to cover for the delay getting home. I thought it would be the last fuck I got from Esther as we got home. But she was now wanting regular sex from as I was most willing as she put it. That I am, anytime we can we fuck and that includes going to see George's grave, we go to secluded spot and fuck before heading home.