| Super Cool Grandma Olivia was not a woman who was prone to violence, but she honesty wanted to stop the car and slap her daughter across the face. Sherry had been a brat for the entire three day trip and she was stepping on Olivia's last nerve. "I fucking don't want to live in Ottawa with Grandpa and Grandma," she continued to grouse. "I like Toronto; all of my friends are there. I worked hard to graduate from Runnymede with top marks so that I could go to U of T with all of my friends and then you fucking well pull up stakes and decide we're moving to Ottawa." "Watch the language and cut the crap, young lady, or you'll be living on the same 50 cent allowance I did when I was your age," Olivia threatened. "I love Toronto too; I had friends and people I cared about. You need to get it through your thick, curly auburn head that we needed to make this move and you know why." Sherry crossed her arms across her chest and complained further. "I know, I know – it's because my father is a giant ass, but his family owns the company you worked for and they were making a lot of trouble for you." "Precisely. The job in Ottawa pays good money and my parents have lots of money and lots of room," Olivia told her daughter. "Ottawa is a beautiful city and there's a lot to do. You'll make some new friends and my parents will be happy to see you." "I've heard that the winters in Ottawa suck," Sherry continued to grouse. "One other thing, why do you keep calling them `my parents'? She isn't your mom; she has only been married to Grandpa for about 12 years." "Because the two of us are like sisters and we have been since your grandfather married Inga," Olivia said. "She's only a bit older than myself and when Daddy was busy working, we even used to hit the town," Olivia laughed. "You should see your Gran dance, she can really shake it." "And that's another thing; do I really have to call her my grandmother?" Sherry sighed. "She doesn't look like a grandmother and she doesn't act like a grandmother and she sure as hell doesn't dress like a grandmother," Sherry reminded her mom. Olivia knew that was true because she and Inga could wear the same clothes, although Inga tended to like her skirts on the scandalously short side. Sensibly, Olivia's father never once complained. He enjoyed the looks he got by having a hot, sexy blonde wife on his arm at company functions. He doted on Inga and Olivia saw from the beginning that she had put the sparkle back in her Daddy's eyes. The car pulled up to a huge home and Sherry momentarily stopped her grousing. She had never been to her mom's old home; her grandparents had always come to visit them. "You grew up here?" She gasped and Olivia nodded. "And you gave this up to marry my idiot father?" Olivia laughed because her daughter was finally sounding a bit more like herself. She was getting the luggage out of the car when her dad came out of the house. He hugged Sherry first and then his daughter. Here was another reason Olivia loved Inga – her daddy was 64 and looked 54. He was still spry and virile and didn't look much older than 54. He grabbed some of the bags and they went inside to the aroma of a fresh meal. "Your mom's been cooking all day," Jim told his daughter. "Try and eat a bite, will you? You know how she fusses," he said. Olivia knew her father was only teasing. In Sweden, her mom had attended culinary school. Olivia's real mom was often too inebriated to even turn on the stove safely. She let Sherry find a place to settle and went running to the kitchen to hug one of her best friends. Instantly, she was swept up in a warm embrace and the sweet scent of a familiar perfume. "Wow," Inga said as she pulled away from her stepdaughter. "You've lost weight." "Yeah, not eating properly will do that to you," Olivia jibed, although it was somewhat true. Food had quickly become a commodity she could not afford, thanks to her ex. "Damn, you made enough to feed an army!" "Or, as the case may be, you," Inga said, hugging her "child" again. "Where's Sherry?" "Probably staking claim to a room of her own," Olivia laughed as she sat down at the kitchen table. "She was none too happy about our moving here – until she saw this place," she smiled. "I'm sure the bedroom she finds will be almost as big as our entire old place." "She's welcome to it, we have plenty of space and God knows, my family doesn't visit enough," Inga sighed. "Sherry didn't want to move, did she?" "Not one bit." "Did she have a boyfriend?" "No, I wasn't allowing her to date yet, she's too young." "She's fourteen." "Fourteen is too young." "Young lady, do you forget who it is you're talking to?" Inga grinned and pinched Olivia's pert nose. "I'm one of the few people who knows what you got up to when you were fourteen." "That was different. I was a rebel and I had a mother who drank and ..." Inga shook her head. "And, despite all the craziness you got up to and despite your mother being a drunk, you turned out fine – and sober. You have to let her spread her wings, darling," Inga said as she kissed her cheek. A look passed between the two women. Olivia knew "Mom" was right. She also knew they had been apart too long and only seeing Inga again did she realize just how much she had missed her. No one could lift her spirits like Inga and no one made her see reality quite as clearly as her dad's wife. No wonder they had been joined at the hip almost since Inga's wedding to Jim. Sometimes her father teased Olivia that she spent more time with his wife than he did. "Speaking of weight," Olivia chuckled and reached for a roll "Do you ever gain any? You could probably still model for catalogs, God, you still have legs that go on for days!" The 5'10" blonde grinned. "I haven't gained an ounce. I swim as often as I can, we have a gym downstairs and your Daddy likes to keep me busy," she winked. "I'm still a red-hot mama, am I?" "Some of Sherry's friends would call you a MILF," Olivia teased and reached for another roll. "I'll take that as a compliment," Inga grinned as Sherry bounded into the room and enveloped her into a hug. "Hello gorgeous," Sherry grinned. "I heard that last comment and Mom was right, you're still the best-looking woman I know. What's to eat?" She plunked herself down beside her mom. Inga gazed at her granddaughter for a moment. "My God, I only saw you last year and you've grown into this – spectacular beauty," she complimented the girl. "No wonder you don't want her dating, she'd have to beat them off with a stick." Sherry glared at her mom. "Uh-oh, touched on a sore subject, have I?" "Very," Sherry continued gazing and then reached for some food. Inga thought that she had better fix this. Inga walked over to the girl and whispered in her ear. "I've made stew, a chocolate cake and there's plenty to drink," she told the girl. "As for your dating problem, we can talk about that later." Jim came in a few minutes later and "caught up" with the rest of his family. Olivia was thrilled to be among people she loved again, but she still remained wary of Sherry's restlessness. She decided to let nature take its course. Being around Inga might be a very calming influence on the young girl. She and Inga had always gotten along and their good times still brought warm feelings back whenever she recalled them. Perhaps Inga would bond with her daughter and let Sherry come out of her shell and be a little less bitter. About 10 PM, everyone had gone to bed. Sherry had tried, but two things were against her. Her new room was huge and she wasn't used to it yet. Plus, she was a night owl. Often after her mom had drifted off, the teen would go downstairs and watch TV until she felt herself drifting off. Then, she would go back upstairs. She went downstairs and found Inga reading a book. She was wearing a filmy white negligee and bedroom slippers. At 45, she looked nothing like anyone's "grandma". It always amazed Sherry that for Inga, time seemed to stand still. "Couldn't sleep?" Inga asked, patting the couch. "Come and sit with me, we can talk about this dating thing." "I appreciate that," Sherry brightened, adjusting her bra and panties to cover more of her body. Inga laughed. "I've seen naked young girls before, I come from a very liberal country," the blonde Swede reminded Sherry. The girl relaxed. "Now, about dating ..." "Mom is going to be stuck on this forever ..." "Not necessarily. She doesn't want you dating boys and perhaps your having sex and getting pregnant," Inga told the girl. "Duh, there's condoms and the pill ..." "NONE of which are fool-proof. The only sure-fire method for not getting pregnant is abstinence," Inga told her. "Not dating boys until you're ready." "I'm ready now, I need a social life, I want ... sex," Sherry admitted as she dropped her voice. "I'm fourteen and ... I've read things ... seen things. I want to try sex, but I don't want to be dumb about it." Inga nodded. "I understand, I was like that at your age, although I was dating boys by your age. As I said, we were a liberal country. However, I think I know a way around your problem and you can still have sex," Inga smiled. "Oh, yeah?" Sherry brightened. "How?" Inga smiled and stretched out, cat-like. "Date girls. Find yourself a cute girlfriend, or girlfriends, and have your fun that way." The negligee parted to show those mile-long legs that were her best feature. "You have got to be kidding me," Sherry groaned. "Even if I were interested in girls – which I'm not – Mom would freak out!" "Don't be so sure about that," Inga smiled mysteriously. "Let's talk a bit more about this. How do you know you don't like girls? Have you ever been with a girl?" "I haven't been with anyone, remember?" Sherry groaned again. "Mom won't let me date." "Okay, one thing at a time. Do you think girls are pretty? For example, looking at me now – am I pretty?" Inga asked. "Of course, God, you know that, you're gorgeous!" Sherry exclaimed. "Mom and I weren't kidding earlier, you're one of the hottest women I know." "Good, so you do notice other women. So, if we could find you a girlfriend who was somewhat like me, but closer to your own age, you might consider it?" Inga asked again. "I suppose so, but I couldn't bring her here and Mom would freak and ..." "This is MY home and I make the rules," Inga told her grandchild. "As for your mom, she can't very well condemn you for something that she's done herself." Sherry actually fell off the couch. "MY Mom? Holy Christ, really? Who? When?" Inga had come this far and saw no reason to turn back. "Me, several years ago and on occasion since. When your grandfather and I would fight, and we do fight, I'd visit your mom and we'd spend time together. We'd go dancing and then find a nice spot and make love," Inga sighed. "I'd been with girls since I was about your age, but I know I was your mom's first. Our first time together was about a month or so after I married Jim, both your mom and I were mad at our husbands. We had a bit too much to drink and ..." "Oh, wow. But you've stopped, right?" Inga shook her head. "Your mother and I have a very deep, passionate connection. I suspect that we'll be lovers for years to come, if not forever." She smiled wistfully. "I think Jim knows, but if he does, he's never let on." Sherry was visibly excited. "Oh wow, this is a whole side of Mom I never knew or would have believed." "So, you're not repulsed?" "No, you were both adults and knew what you were doing. Actually, I think it's kinda cool, my mom and step-Gran are lovers," she laughed. "See darling, all you have to do is open your mind," Inga told her. "Incidentally, I'm pretty sure your mom had a girlfriend until recently. She seemed pretty broken up about moving." "Mom had a girlfriend?" A stunned Sherry answered. "She never told me about her." Inga nodded. "Mmm-hmm, some girl at her work, Celeste, I think that was her name. I think it might have been getting serious," Inga told the girl. Sherry was stunned. She knew Celeste well, she had been to dinner at their home several times. Never once did she sense anything between the attractive, years-younger brunette and her mom. "So, why didn't she tell me, why did she leave?" "Because she wanted to give you a better life," Inga told the girl. "Parents do sacrifice." "Shit," Sherry answered. "Shit, shit, SHIT, now I feel guilty for ragging on her. As it turns out, I'm the person who needs to apologize." "I wouldn't bring it up, she might not want you to know just yet," Inga smiled. "With you living here, there will be plenty of time for us all to talk and get to know each other." "I'd like that," Sherry said, brightening a lot. "You're a very cool lady, aside from being a MILF," she teased again. "Thank you, my little darling," Inga said, kissing Sherry on the cheek. "In that case, would you like for ME to be your first girl?" Sherry was stunned. "You? I mean, really, you and I ..." Inga smiled and hugged the petite beauty close. "Yes, the two of us. I've been with several women over the years, I'm happily bi-sexual. I often take female lovers and I've been with young women your age before. As I said earlier, your mother couldn't be too angry with us, we'd be doing something she's already done. In fact, if she catches us, she can join us," Inga laughed. Sherry's eyes went wide with shock. "Oh no, I don't know if I'm ready for THAT!" She said. "Sex with my mom in the room." "There isn't anything wrong with members of the same family enjoying sex," Inga told her. "I've had sex with women in my family, my sister, Colette and her girls, Marie and Susanne, who are a bit older than you. You'd be surprised at how talented your mom is, although she had a good teacher," Inga chuckled. "One thing at a time, one thing at a time," Sherry said, shaking her head. "I still have to wrap my head around the concept of you and I having sex. I guess ... I mean ... yeah, if someone is going to be my first girl, why shouldn't it be my super-hot, super-model Gran?" She grinned up at Inga, seeking a kiss. Inga gave it to her, her first grown-up kiss, with a soft, delicate lick along Sherry's lips that made her shiver. "One thing, my little darling ...?" Inga commented. "Yes?" "Can you not call me `Gran'?," she laughed. "Your mother has always called me `Mom' out of affection, but Gran makes me feel ancient," she smiled. "You sure don't look ancient," Sherry sighed as she appraised Inga's body. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known." "Thank you baby, but one day soon, you'll realize that your own mom is a `MILF', too," Inga smiled as she rose to her feet. The negligee was a beautiful piece of work, with lovely brocade and lace everywhere. It displayed much of Inga's flawless beauty. "Why don't you kiss me now and then we'll find a nice, intimate spot to make love?" Sherry was actually shaking, visibly trembling with fear and with anticipation. This was it, this was to be her first sexual experience – and with someone she idolized. Being shorter than Inga and in bare feet, she had to stand on tip-toe to kiss the woman, but she managed it. She tried to copy Inga's earlier movement and was pleased when the woman smiled back at her. "Marvelous, my little princess, simply wonderful," Inga smiled down at her. Sherry was beaming. Ever since she was little, Inga had called her "little princess". Now those words were being used in a different context. Inga took her by the hand and led her into the den. It was almost as big as Sherry's room. She locked the door behind her and moved to the couch. "Come and join me, I don't bite – much," she joked. Sherry almost ran over to her in her excitement. This time, she threw herself into the kiss and felt the heat rising in her body. She liked kissing a girl, well, a woman. She liked it very much and her heart was beating like a triphammer. "God, this is like, way cool," Sherry giggled as Inga's delicate hands brushed along her bra. "I feel sexy and desirable." "Well, of course you do, because you are," Inga flattered her. "Like a beautiful, delicate flower. We can kiss for as long as you like, everyone is asleep and your grandfather is a late riser," she said. "So is Mom," Sherry grinned. "Yes, I know," Inga grinned back. They kissed again and Sherry looked at the beauty of this woman. Dressed in sexy lingerie, she was beautiful and she had opened up Sherry's eyes to a whole new world. Her mommy had always insisted she wear pretty undergarments, but nothing as sexy as Inga's. She thought that she might like to have some things like this for Christmas and decided she would ask later. She and Inga continued to kiss until Inga took Sherry's hand and placed it on her breasts. "Touch me, touch me intimately," she told the girl. "Caress me as a lover would, under the lace. Feel my tits, pinch my nipples, bite them if you want. We will slowly undress and explore each other," Inga said. Sherry nodded and did as she was told. A woman's body was marvelous and Inga had skin as smooth as silk and the color of buttermilk. Her blue eyes were so beautiful they seemed as if from another world. Sherry felt her pulse racing and realized just how excited she was. "I like this, I like it a lot," Sherry murmured and kissed Inga again. She helped Inga slide the straps of the garment down, baring her shoulders and breasts. She gazed at this magnificent, older beauty in absolute awe. "Inga, I think, I think I love you," Sherry gasped as she and the other woman embraced. "Of course you do, my little princess, and I love you back," Inga smiled. "This will only bring us closer. Let me remove this thing and you can remove your lingerie. It's nice, but you need some more, some sexy, grown-up girl items. A few teddies, some garter belts and stockings, heels – we'll take you shopping soon," Inga told her, making Sherry's smile go a mile wide. Once both women were naked, Sherry gasped – Inga had no hair on her pussy, none at all. "I like to go bald," Inga told her. "When having sex, it's easier. We've kissed enough for a while, would you like me to eat your pussy and show you how it's done?" "God, yes," the teen squealed. "I've never wanted anything so much in my life, I can't believe I'm finally having sex." "I told you it didn't have to be with a boy," Inga laughed. She maneuvered Sherry on to her back and spread her long legs apart. For a small girl, Sherry had the legs of a showgirl. She would probably have a growth spurt soon and be as tall as her mom. Inga thought the girl had one of the cutest pussies she had ever seen. She spread the delicate fleece apart and ate at the downy-soft labia and along the ridges until sucking the girl's very prominent clit into her mouth. Sherry's clit was almost like a tiny cock and she would very likely thrill a lot of girls with it. Inga sucked on it until she had the girl howling and flowing copious amounts of fluid, all of which she consumed eagerly. "Fuck, I think I had an orgasm!" Sherry half-laughed, half-cried. "If sex gets better than that, I'm going to be a nympho!" "In this family, that's a strong possibility," Inga grinned. "Now sweetheart, why don't you show me if you were paying attention. Like Inga's cunt, yeah baby, that's what I want." Sherry was puzzled by Inga's naughty language, until her "Gran" explained that some people loved to talk dirty during sex and that she happened to be one of them. She kept it a secret that Sherry's mom was even nastier, she didn't know if the girl could handle that as yet. She watched in fascination as Sherry licked up her long, strong legs. She was picking things up, prolonging it. Sherry didn't hesitate when she got to Inga's pussy, she just went for it. The girl seemed to like the taste of pussy from the way she was going to town on Inga. Even Olivia in her early days hadn't been this good. Sherry's tongue went likliklik and laplaplap and whirled and twirled. She repeated Inga's motion and sucked Inga's clit, twirling her tongue around it. Inga groaned at the magnificent little bitch who was her granddaughter. It was going to be wonderful having her and Olivia living here with them. The two women had sex for a few hours until the sun was almost coming up. "We should stop now, you'll need some rest," Inga told Sherry and kissed her forehead. "There are things I can teach you, like sixty-nine and about toys. I have some lovely toys, if you don't want to be a virgin, we can take care of that – although your mom is much better with a strap-on than I am," she smiled, giving Sherry some food for thought. The girl went upstairs and was out like a light in minutes. Inga went into the kitchen to make coffee, she decided she might as well stay up and make breakfast for Jim and Olivia, should she happen to want any. Just then, Olivia walked into the kitchen and gave her a hug. Inga looked at her long-time "stepchild" and best friend and decided she needed to gain a few more curves and kick up her heels, like in the old days. While she was living with them, Inga was going to make it her mission to bring happiness back to Olivia's life. Olivia was not a sound sleeper and had gone downstairs a few hours earlier to get something to help her sleep. She had heard the noises coming from the den and correctly assumed what was going on. She could smell the faint odor on Inga's lips. She smiled to herself. Moving here had been a calculated risk, but she had been right that it would bring Sherry out of her shell and end her bitterness. All her little girl needed was some family togetherness and now, the first step was completed. Only one more to go ... |