At grandma's

The drive being a few hours long, you found yourself arriving in a small suburban area not unlike the home you just left earlier in the day, with the houses close to each other and being a generally lower-income area. Moesha's house was similarly small but looked very well kept despite the area. The chainlink fence surrounded a well-maintained garden and the patio was adorned with potted plants and a small chair you imagined she would like to sit on and watching her grandchildren playing in the yard.

Speaking of which, as you closed the door to the car and pulled your bag over your shoulder, the front door opened and she stepped out wearing a white tank-top and a tight-pair of jeans that only caused eyes to go to her hips and her breasts, something you suspected she intended from the get-go. "There he is!" she called out and you picked up your pace, closing the gate behind you before you took a few steps and reached down and gave her a warm hug. She wrapped her arms around you and you felt the warmth in her hug. Nothing out of the...oh...there it is... you thought as you felt a hand reach down and playfully giving your butt a squeeze. "Baby, you're going so fast, grandma can't keep up."

You laughed a little as you brushed a lock of her hair out of her face and you got a good look at her. She was barely 52 years old but from the way she kept her body, thicc in the right places and trim in others, she didn't look a day over 40. Plus, with her ample rack and fat ass, Moesha was everything that you imagined a mature black woman would be like. Plus, from what you learned from Monica, she was definitely a fiesty one too.

"Who you kidding, Mo?" you sassed her back and she just grinned as she leaned back and gave you another hug.

"That's my grandson!" She let you go and ushered you into the home. It was a bit smaller than your house but whereas there had 4 people living in it, grandma lived alone. Everything around you was a bit old but well-worn and loved. You had a hard time describing how it contrasted to your prior grandmother's house, being too spartan and country-club vibes. There was no way you could mistake the home you were in for anything remotely Martha's Vineyard.

Truth be told, you loved this place more.

Moesha led you to the bedroom and had you place your things on the ground near the bed. "Hope you don't mind? The storm took out the backroom, we only have this bed here."

You shook your head and smiled. "That's okay, grams. We'll manage."

"Oh you," she rolled her eyes and pretended to be angry, smacking you on the shoulder. "What did I tell you about calling me that?"

"Sorry, Mo..." you laughed and after taking a good look around the room, turned to her and winked. "Mom said you need help with the windows?"

"Yeah, but we can wait. When I told Mrs. Roberts about you coming over to help this weekend, she insisted she wanted to ask for your help on her damaged windows too. Storm did a number on all our houses." She cocked her head a bit and leaned forward. "Think you can handle two old ladies for dinner tonight?"

"Sure, when are we inviting them over?" you replied and she laughed before she shook her head and pointed to the living room. "Go out there and get started..." You laughed and as you passed by, you saw the blush on her face and the grin. It was going to be much easier than you thought...

(A/N: I'm setting up characters but will start to bring out the X in the story. Who should we start with: Moesha or the neighbor?)