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             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 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.



	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.........



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