Surprise and..delight.

"Oh.. my, what's going on here?" asked Pearl Johnson as she entered the office of her nursing home's director. The sweet old lady was still dressed in her Sunday best, wearing it early in the week for her expedition to the mall.

"Come in and lock the door behind you, Ms. Johnson," said Miss Barnard somewhat irritably as she watched the elderly woman enter in her calf-length blue dress.

After the woman did as instructed, Miss Barnard held the vibrator out so she was sure the old dear would see it.

"I found this on Miss Harris' person. Do you recognise it?"

Pearl's eyes widened as she saw the director holding her precious vibrator. She thought it had fallen out of her bag during her trip to the mall.

"Car.." she started, overjoyed she had not lost her surrogate lover. Then she decided she had better play it cool in front of the director. There was something about the woman she never liked. "Oh, my massager. Abbie had borrowed it for a pulled muscle on our shopping trip. I told her she could give it back when she was done." The old lady smiled at her surrogate granddaughter, enjoying the view as Abbie still leaned over the director's desk, wearing nothing but her white garter belt and hose.

Miss Barnard frowned as she listened to the old woman cover for the new volunteer.

"I'm not buying any of it, Pearl. But since you won't .." Miss Barnard was interrupted in her rant by the buzz of her intercom. Abbie and Pearl watched and listened as Miss Barnard was requested elsewhere.

"Well, I probably won't be back anytime soon, so you two are free to go. Remember what I said, Miss Harris." After a glowering stare towards Abbie, Miss Barnard exited her office.

Pearl turned her attention to Abbie. "Abigail, what was going on? Why are you in nothing but your stockings in her office?"

Abbie tried to deflect the conversation in a different direction. "It's not important, Ms. Johnson. She was right about something she said, though. I've been selfish. You've given so much, and all I do is take."

"Nonsense!" Pearl huffed, dismissing Abbie with a wave of her withered hand.

"Sit on the couch, and let me take care of you this time!" Abbie said, almost pleading. The humiliating exhibitionism, as well as the now dead vibrator had gotten Abbie's juices flowing, and she wanted to get this old dear's flowing as well.

Sensing a change in Abbie's demeanor, Pearl allowed herself to be pushed back onto the simple sofa. She watched as the transformed brunette knelt between her legs and pushed up Pearl's lightweight dress. Dragging the full-cut panties down the old dear's withered legs and tossing them aside, Abbie began to dine on the senior citizen's snatch.

The lilac smell of the old woman's perfume enveloped the teen as she lapped at her surrogate nana's slot. Her head under the hem of the woman's dress, Abbie peeled the folds of her cunt apart with both hands and pushed her tongue as far as she could into her cunthole. The eighteen-year-old couldn't believe how wet the old woman's snatch was getting under her ministrations. She lapped like a dog to get up all the secretions.

Pearl sighed in glee as she orgasmed on her surrogate granddaughter's beestung lips. She hadn't come this hard since Carl was alive! Just as she relaxed from her climax, she felt Abbie bring the plastic version of her deceased husband into the fray as well. The girl pounded the cuntal walls of the old woman's cunt in the best way, sending the still sexual woman into another series of climaxes.

As Pearl calmed, her heartbeat settling down, Abbie pulled the dildo from Pearl's cunt and pulled the woman's dress back in place. Pearl watched as Abbie sat up and lay her head in the warmth of her new nana's lap. The old woman just sat back and admired the teen's pretty face as she stroked her pretty dark locks. The old woman's smile grew wider as she watched the young woman bring the vibrator to her lips and lap off her juices.

"So Nana," Abbie cooed dreamily between licks, "what shall we do for this Valentine's show?"