Talk to Dad

You’re staring out the window, watching trees go by as you go down a back road leading to grandma’s neighborhood. A nice little community of over 50’s mediumly-rich people. “Dad, why am I doing this again?” You ask.

“Because your grandma needs some help, and it’ll be good for you to get out of the house for a while. Plus she’s paying you, so don’t complain.” You roll your eyes, “It’s just… I don’t know grandma has always seemed a little weird.” Your dad nods, “That is, um, a way to put it, yes. Your grandma is what some people would call a ‘free spirit’, plays to the beat of her own drum, all those metaphors ya know? But yeah, weird is a good simple way to say it.”

You enter the neighborhood and you can see grandma’s house, “What am I gonna be doing again?” “Whatever she wants” your dad responds, “So whether she wants you to cook, or clean, or what. And I expect you to give her respect and obedience, alright? She’s not just some elderly woman paying you to help her out, she’s your grandmother. So keep that in mind.” You just nod.

The car pulls up outside of the house, and there’s grandma Lauren standing there in her bathrobe and slippers. It’s a small, pink thing, stops around her mid-thigh. The kind of robe you’d get in a fancy spa. Your dad parks and looks at you, “One last thing. Your grandma can be… touchy. Okay? So just don’t get surprised or defensive.” Touchy? Like easily offended? Alright, whatever. You’ll watch your words.

The two do you get out of the car and walk toward Lauren, who has come down the stairs to great you “There are two of my favorite boys! Come here” She’s about 6 inches shorter than both of you guys. She gives your dad a hug, then turns to you, which is when you notice how big her breasts are, as she moves they’re almost spilling out of her robe. As she gives you a hug you realize that they’re also thick and soft, not like you’d expect an old ladies tits. She must have had some work done…

“Please, come in!” You both go inside, taking your bags with you. She shows you both to where you’ll be sleeping, right across from her bedroom. After some pleasantries, your dad says goodbye and heads out. Your grandma gives him one last hug and closes the door behind him. Suddenly, now that it’s just you and your grandmother Lauren, you feel an intangible change in the atmosphere of the room…

Your grandma looks at you with a smile.