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A Visit to Grandmother's House, Part One, by Ann D
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
A VISIT TO GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE
(PART 1)
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
Sally Liebowitz hummed a tune as she
walked down East 53rd st. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon
and she was on her way to have dinner with her Grandmother.
Actually she was several hours early for her usual Friday
Dinner but it was such a beautiful spring afternoon she had
skipped a boring lecture at the City University.
One of the conditions her parents had set when they agreed
to let her move back into the city while she attended college,
was that she check in with her grandmother at least once a
week. Sally was sure that her parents were more concerned
with Grandma Shirley keeping an eye on her rather than the
other way around. Not that the 19 yr old minded. Shirley
Klein was her favorite person in the whole world. If she
hadn't been her Grandmother, Sally would've adopted her as
such. All her life, Shirley had been the one to encourage her
to reach out and grab all that life had to offer. The
brunette smiled as she recalled Grandmother's favorite advice.
"You can't just sit on your ass waiting for your ship to come
in, you have to row out and meet it!"
She smiled at the doorman of Shirley's building as he opened
the door for her. He assured her that her Grandmother was
home and asked if she wanted to be announced.
"No thanks, Mr. Collins," Sally said. "I have my key.
Grandmother usually takes a nap in the afternoon, I'd hate to
wake her."
"Well enjoy your visit." He replied.
As she entered the lobby, Sally could feel the gray haired
doorman's eyes following her. Feeling a little frisky, she
gave her ass a little wiggle. Might as well give the old man
a little treat she mused to herself.
The long hair brunette liked to tweak the interest of the men
she passed. 5'6" and 105 lbs, she had a figure that was more
than pleasing to the male eye. The short sleeved yellow
blouse and blue skirt completed the picture.
As the elevator rose to the 12th floor, Sally reached into
her purse for her keys. Grandmother always told her, have
your keys ready before you get out of the elevator. It's
safer that way. Sometimes, Shirley Klein sounded like the
proverbial Jewish Grandmother.
Exiting the elevator, Sally walked quickly to apt 12b and
opened the door. The apartment was quiet as she entered, no
television or radio on. Dropping her purse on the table, Sally
was about to call out and then thought better of it. If she
was napping, no sense waking her.
As was her habit, Sally took a minute to check out the latest
addition to the photo gallery on the wall. Grandmother had
been a professional photographer when she was young and still
liked to spend at least a few days a month photographing the
city. The gallery ranged from pictures of last weeks Memorial
Day to a photo of her Grandparents and her father. Everyone
said that Sally was almost the image of Shirley when she was a
teenager, but Sally never really say the resemblance. At
least not in any picture she had ever seen. That was one
thing she always found strange about the wall. There were
dozens of photographs of every other member of the family, but
almost none of her Grandmother. The great photographer was,
she always claimed, camera shy. Reaching the end of the long
wall of pictures, Sally decided she was thirsty.
Moving to the kitchen, she checked the fridge, only to find
that there was no soda. Settling for juice, she poured
herself a glass.
"I guess putting on the TV is out," Sally said to herself as
she finished the glass and put it into the sink. "Maybe
shouldn't have come so early after all."
A sudden noise from the direction of the bedroom started the
young girl. She quickly walked to the back bedroom and began
to open the door.
"Gran........" Sally started to say, but the word froze in
her throat as she looked into the room.
Stretched out on the bed, was her 62 yr old Grandmother -
totally naked. Her legs stretched out in each direction, the
dark haired woman was furiously pumping a large rubber dildo
in and out of her gray haired pussy. Her eyes were tightly
closed and a soft moaning could be heard from her lips. It
was that which Sally had heard.
Sally's first impulse was to turn and
gracefully exit. But she found herself transfixed by the image
before her. In fact She found herself taking a good long look
at her Grandmother. Shirley Klein may have gained a few pounds
and wrinkles over the years, but she was still a good looking
woman. Her hair may have been dyed, but that was her only
vanity. She ignored the effects of time through a daily
exercise program, one which helped keep her large breasts from
sagging to the level of most women her age.
Shirley had, Sally noted, the largest nipples she had ever
seen, surrounded by dark 2" circles. That was one thing she had
always been secretly glad to have inherited from her father's
side of the family. While Sally's mounds were no where near
in her Grandmother's class, they were a definite improvement
over the flat chested 32a's of both her Mother and her
maternal Aunts.
Finally backing quietly out of the room, Sally quickly
decided to leave the apartment and come back later.
Grandmother would be really embarrassed if she knew her
Granddaughter had seen her fucking herself. As she rode down
the elevator, Sally couldn't get the image out of her mind.
It was hard enough picturing her parents as sexual partners.
Thinking of Grandmother Shirley as having sexual needs was
near impossible.
"Well it's been thirty years since Grandfather died, you
dummy!" She told herself. "Do you think she just turned off
a switch at 32 and just forgot all about sex. You should be so
lucky to still be getting off when you get to be her age."
Taking a long walk, Sally killed about two hours and found
herself back at the building about five. This time she had
Mr. Collins call ahead.
"Oh my Sally," Shirley called out as she met her at the
apartment door. "I was afraid that you had forgotten your old
Grandmother."
"You'll never be old, Grandma." Sally replied as she kissed
her cheek.
"Can I get you a soda? Shirley asked as she closed the door
behind her.
"There isn't any sod...." Sally started to reply then caught
herself. "I mean sure, anything you have is fine."
"Its going to have to be something really simple tonight,
Sally." She said as she poured a glass of fruit juice. "Mrs.
Silverstein called this afternoon and asked if I would go to
the theater with her. Mr. Silverstein has to attend a
business function. I hope you don't mind?"
"Of course not, Grandma." She replied as she took the glass
of juice. "You go and enjoy yourself, I'll be fine. I'll
just crash on the coach and watch a movie on the cable."
"If you'd find yourself a nice boy you'd have a lot more
interesting things to do on a Friday night than baby-sit your
Grandmother." Shirley said as she set the table. "In fact
Mrs. Weinsten over in apt. 11c was just telling me the other
day about her nephew, Norman. He's an accountant, not much
older than you."
"Lets not have that conversation again, Grandma." Sally said
with a sigh. "I'll find my own boyfriends, in my own time."
"Suite yourself, Sally." Shirley continued as she followed
the place settings with a casserole dish and began serving
dinner. "But if you keep letting all these eligible young men
go by, I might just grab one of them for myself."
Sally nearly choked on the juice at that remark. For a split
second, she imaged her naked Grandmother laying in bed with a
"nice young man."
That's a crazy idea, she quickly told herself. Playing with
sextoys was one thing, but the idea of Shirley having a lover
young enough to date Sally was totally ludicrous.
Yet all though dinner, Sally found herself wondering if
Shirley did have a man in her life. Not some young stud of
course, but someone more her own age. Knowing her
Grandmother's zest for life, she couldn't believe she was
settling for a piece of rubber.
No sooner had they cleared the dishes when the doorbell rang.
Shirley said she'd get it, it must be Mrs. Silverstein. Sure
enough it was.
Golda Silverstein was about 5 years younger than Shirley.
They had become friends about twenty years before when Shirley
had first moved into this building. She had light blonde
hair, dyed of course, and was on her second face lift. Sally
had always found her a little stuck up, but then again she was
Grandmother's friend, not hers.
"Sally darling..." Golda gushed as she reached out for the
girl and planted a wet kiss on her cheeks. "It's been far too
long."
"Hello, Mrs. Silverstein." Sally said in an unemotional
tone.
"My you're going into quite a young lady." She continued.
"Pretty soon some young man is going to sweep you off your
feet. In fact, My Grandson Sidney just graduated from
Columbia and......"
"Sally prefers to meet her own young men, Golda." Shirley
quickly interjected.
"Oh well..." Golda said, a little
disappointed.
"Thanks...." Sally said under her breath to Shirley.
"We shouldn't be too late." Shirley said as the two older
women headed for the door. "Be sure to make sure the door is
locked behind us."
"I will." Sally said with a smile.
Sally waited at the door until the elevator doors closed
behind the two women. Then she closed the door and locked it.
After stepping away from the door, she hesitated for a
second, then stepped back and rechecked the lock.
"Now she's got me doing it!" Sally said to herself as she
laughed.
Two hours later, Sally was totally bored with TV. What good
were 70 channels if none of then carried anything she wanted
to watch. Getting up from the couch, she began to pace the
apartment.
Eventually, her mind began to drift back to the afternoon's
events. She began to wonder about the large dildo she had
seen her Grandmother playing with. While she had seen
pictures of such things, she had never really seen one up
close.
"She must keep it in the bedroom." Sally said to herself. "It
wouldn't hurt if I took a quick look at it."
Curiosity quickly overcame discretion, and Sally was soon
going through the dresser's in Shirley's bedroom. Twenty
minutes later, she was about to give up the search. Wherever
Shirley kept it, it was a good hiding place.
"Might as well straighten up a little in here." Sally thought.
"At least it'll give me something to do."
Ten minutes later, the room was neater than she had found it
and Sally was headed for the door.
"Ooops" She called out as she stumbled over the large rug
under the bed.
Regaining her balance, Sally bent down to straighten out the
rug. It was when she lifted it to smooth it out that she
noticed the trapdoor like panel beneath it. Pulling the rug
as far back as she could, the young woman opened the panel.
A wide smile filled her face as she saw the rubber phallic
resting atop a large black book in the cutaway section of the
floor. Lifting it up, sally was fascinated by the detail of
the toy. It even had little veins carved onto it.
About ten inches long and wider than any real cock Sally had
ever seen, she began to wonder if she would be able to handle
something as large as this. It had been a long time since she
had been a virgin. As far back as her sixteenth birthday in
fact. Yet none of the half dozen boys she had been with since
then had been anywhere half as big as this.
Placing the dildo on the bed, Sally turned her attention to
the large black book that had laid beneath it. Lifting it out
of the cubbyhole, she was surprised by it's weight. It was
obviously a photo albums of sorts and based on it's size,
must've held over a thousand pictures.
Sally's eyes opened in amazement as she laid the album on the
bed and flipped it open. For someone who claimed to be
camera-shy, her Grandmother appeared in literally hundreds of
the photos within. What set these pictures apart from all
the others Sally had seen before was that in everyone of them
- her Grandmother was either nearly or totally naked. And in
most of the pictures.....she wasn't alone.
Ann Douglas
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