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A Visit to Grandmother's House, Part Two, 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 2)
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
Fascinated by the incredible collection of
erotica, Sally laid out on the bed and began to take a
second look at the album. Spreading it out on the
bed, she turned again to the front and started with
the first photo. Many of them were dated, and as
she read each one, a familiar wetness appeared
between her thighs.
The oldest photo was dated 1949. It showed
a dark haired 17 year old Shirley performing fellatio
on a much older man. Next to it was one dated
1951, in which her Grandmother was on the
receiving end of a cock nearly as big as the rubber
dildo now laying at the foot of the bed. Sally looked
again at the date and realized that it was taken
almost a year and a half after Shirley had married
Morty Klein. Whoever the man in the photo was, he
definitely wasn't her Grandfather.
Page upon page showed a variety of sexual
acts with a even greater variety of partners. Oral,
anal, vagina, even multiple partners.....it seemed like
Shirley had tried them all. Sally had gotten up to the
middle fifties when she suddenly realized what
fascinated her about the photos, apart from the
obvious that is. Except for the really old hair style,
they could be pictures of her. She really was almost
a double of Grandmother Shirley in her younger
days.
Sally felt her hand slide down between the
elastic of her panties almost automatically as she
continued to turn the pages. By the time she
stopped at a large 8 x 10 photo of Shirley mounting
a incredibly huge black man, the girl had three
fingers inside of her and was frenetically pumping
them in and out. The date on the photo read 1956
and sally remembered tat it would be almost a
decade before interracial sex became the social thing
to do.
Even more incredible were the pictures that
started with the mid 1960's. That would be the point
where Shirley became a widow. The collection
began to include photo's of the older woman and
other women. Sally gasped as she looked down at
the image of her beloved Grandmother licking the
pussy of a large Hispanic woman. Taking a second
look at the large woman's face, Sally recognized her
as Maria Ortega, the live in maid who had worked
for Shirley for about ten years.
Sally herself was no stranger to lesbian sex.
In her last year of high school, she and Donna Levy
had spent a lot of time playing with each other. The
usual sort of experimenting that many girls did. It
wasn't until her first term of college however that
Sally had her first real lovemaking session with
another woman. She had accepted a dinner
invitation from an graduate student who made so
secret of her lesbianism. Spending the night at her
off campus apartment, Sally had been treated to a
seemingly endless night of orgasms.
Moving on, the photos began to include
scenes of group sex as the dates moved to the late
sixties and early seventies. Looking at a photo of
Shirley in her middle forties, Sally hoped her body
looked that good in another twenty years or so.
A sudden sense of recognition caused the
girl to turn back the page. She held the book closer
to the light and looked again at the face of the short
woman locked in a passionate kiss and embrace with
her Grandmother.
"My God!" Sally exclaimed to the empty
room. "That's Golda Silverstein!"
By now, the wetness between her legs now
covered her entire hand. Sally couldn't remember
that last time she'd felt so horny. It had been over a
month since she'd last been with a man and even
then the night had ended with her only giving him a
quick blow job.
Her eyes caught sight of her Grandmother's
dildo. Did she dare? The longing within her cried
yes. She had to have some relief and her hand just
wasn't going to do. Looking at the large clock on
the bureau, Sally noted that it was only a quarter to
nine. The play wouldn't even let out for another
hour or so. Even if they came right home rather than
stopping for a quick bite as was their usual custom,
Shirley and Golda wouldn't be home until at least ten
thirty.
Slipping off her skirt and panties, Sally
propped herself up on the pillows. She unbuttoned
her blouse and undid the clasp of her bra. Her
nipples were already hard and erect and they tingled
in the warm night air. She ran a nail across them
and was rewarded with an even greater sensation
that ran through her body. If she had breasts as
large as Shirley, she thought, she would be able to
lick her own nipples.
Positioning the large cockhead at the
entrance of her sexuality, she applied a slight
pressure to bring it inside. Even wet as her pussy
was, she had to go slow. On her first attempt it
went in barely a half inch before she felt she had to
remove it. Well, she had plenty if time. Sally
continued to slide it in a half inch at a time, covering
it with her slippery juices and making each re-entry
that much easier. She could feel the fullness of the
hard rubber filling her tunnel. Biting her lips, she
slid it in even deeper, anticipation the pleasure she
would find when she took it all inside of her.
Yet even as she kept one hand on the
substitute cock and continued to work it within her,
the young woman still studied the photographic
history of her Grandmother's sexual life.
By the time the dates reached the mid-
eighties and Shirley reached her fifties, her partners
captured on film began to become younger and
younger. Earlier, Sally had easily discarded the
image of her Grandmother with a lover in his mid
twenties. Spread out before her was the
photographic record of lovers who looked barely
out of high school. In fact there was a blow up of a
photo that was marked Mexico, 1987 showing
Shirley in bed with a young girl. Although rather
generously endowed, the girl didn't look over 16.
Sally's patience with the dildo was soon
rewarded as she soon found that she could now
easily slide in almost eight inches without effort.
Quickening the pace of her ministrations, she began
to send ripples of delight throughout her body. No
longer to split her attention between the album and
the increasing ripples of estacy that began to rip
outward from deep between her legs, Sally
reluctantly put the book aside. As she laid back and
closed her eyes, she could still see the last photo
clearly in her mind. Taken very recently, right here
in the apartment vestibule, it showed a 62 year old
Shirley energetically sucking the cock of a teenage
delivery boy.
Her mind now totally focused on her task,
Sally could feel the rising torrid within her. Her
breathing had become labored, and sweat covered
her chest. Both hand were wrapped around the
dildo as she plummeted it in and out of her quaking
body. Her hips lifted off the bed with each thrust,
causing the old bed to creak, just as it had done for
her Grandmother this afternoon. Then with a loud
shout, Sally climaxed like she hadn't in months.
Time seemed to stop as Sally as if her spirit
had left her body. Nothing existed excepted the
pulsating joy that filled her body. She collapsed
back onto the bed, her body exhausted. She was
only vaguely aware of the beating of her heart or
that fact that she was still breathing. All she knew
was that she had never felt so drained - or so good.
"I just have to rest a few minutes." She told
herself. "Then, I'll clean up and take a shower."
No sooner as she finished that thought when
her eyes closed and she found herself deep in the
purple mists of dreams.
"People have always said that you took after
me." Said the quiet voice that pieced Sally's sleep
induced fog. "I guess they were right after all."
"Grandma?" Sally asked as she slowly
opened her eyes.
It took a few moments for her to focus on
the image of Shirley Klein standing over the bed. It
only took another second for Sally to remember that
she was still naked and her thighs were covered with
small river of dried cum. Or that the massive dildo
was still buried between her legs.
"Oh God!" Sally muttered as she pulled
herself up, causing the dildo to slide out a little. her
face now totally red with embarrassment.
"I don't mind you playing with my toys..."
Shirley said as she reached down and pulled the
dildo all of the way out. "But you could at least
clean it after you're finished."
With that, she lifted the rubber to her mouth
and licked off a small spot of still wet cum. A smile
quickly replaced the false look of indignation.
"I see you also inherited my good taste."
Shirley purred. "Lets get you cleaned up and we'll
have a little girl to girl chat."
Sally quickly jumped out of the bed and
headed for the master bedroom and the shower
within. Watching the swaying curves of her
Granddaughter's ass, Shirley found herself
wondering if maybe she could also use a
shower.........
END
Ann Douglas
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