Going to Moesha's

The rest of the week seemed almost like a blur as you dove straight into the routines in an attempt to learn more about Darrell and how he interacted with the rest of the people he knew and befriended.

During the day at work, you found yourself the attention of quite a few of the ladies as you were one of maybe 3 mal lifeguards on duty at the center. You also were one of the few young men period on staff so the fact that college-age girls were checking you out and parading themselves in front of you made you laugh a bit as you joked with Monique about all the pieces of ass and tits wandering around you. That, of course, earned you a couple of punches to the arm. After the fifth time, you made a mental note to avoid doing that around her. If, nothing else, for preservation of your arm.

During the times at home, you continued to slowly work your way with Monica by being more around, spending time talking with her when she was doing household chores and helping out when you could. For her part, she responded very enthusiastically, smiling a lot more and not only laughing but enjoying the sensation of close physical contact, from hugs and holding hands to the closeness of falling asleep nestled against you. You hadn't pushed it past that, though she had taken the small step of not only resting her hand on top of your boxers-covered cock but she more than once ran her hands up and down the outline. You just smiled and brushed her hair, whispering how good it felt, and how you appreciated her touch. Monica's soft moans told you that you were saying all the right words.

On Friday morning, after dropping your sisters off at school, you returned home to finish packing your bag for the weekend. Monica brought your socks in from the laundry and she gently stood by the doorway and watched you pack. "Moesha's going to be so happy to see you, baby..."

"Yeah, can't believe that I'm going to be heading to her house. IT's strange, the more we talk about her, the more I have access to Darrell's memories." You recalled the conversation you had with Saunders earlier in the week to Monica who listened before you zipped up the bag. "Can you tell me something, though?" She looked at you and waited for you to put together what you wanted to ask. "Is she a bit handsy, almost overly handsy?"

She laughed a good laugh, you watched askance at the way her laughter caused her breasts to bounce. "She's always been that way with you, since you were young. You're the only grandson among 7 grandkids, she loved you from the get-go. None of the others stood a chance." As Monica and you walked your things to the car, she explained more about how she had married your grandfather quickly after he had been deployed for the war and when he had left, she was already pregnant with your mom. He had survived that tour and came back only to be redeployed a year later, after she had become pregnant with your aunt Rachele. That second deployment he hadn't returned from and she never remarried, spending all that time and energy into raising her two daughters as a single mom.

It was hard for you to imagine what that must have been like, a widow at 17 with 2 kids, but she had survived and thrived, building a warm home to raise 2 girls and then help them in turn raise 7 grandkids in total. She had gone back to school and became a teacher, teaching high school math until she had retired 2 years ago after being the target of budget cuts.

"Mom's been your biggest supporter too, going to all of your games and cheering you on." You laughed a bit at the image that popped in your mind of this 5'6" grandmother, that barely looked 40, never mind pushing 50, at your games.

As you closed the trunk, you turned back to Monica who smiled and brushed your cheek before she pulled you in for a hug, pressing herself tightly against you. You returned the hug, feeling her body wrap itself against you. Despite being out in public and on the street for all to see, you grew hard for her and, for good measure, you pulled her against you. Her eyes grew big as she registered what was pressing against her groin and she let out a breathy moan and looked at your face. "Come back soon, I'll be ready then..."