A Visit To Grandmother’s House
By Ann Douglas
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 saw 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 couch 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 phallus
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.
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 that 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
no 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
ecstasy 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
(c) Ann Douglas 1996
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