1. MY SUMMER WITH GRAMPS


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    something struck me, Mom really did pack everything I owned. I didn't need the wool skirts, sweatshirts, sweaters and ski jacket. Guess she was distracted when she packed me. I put away everything I needed, but left the winter clothes in the suitcase. Except in the parlor room, Gramps didn't have air conditioning and despite the breeze blowing through the house from the big attic fan, it was way too warm for jeans. I could hear Gramps still puttering about the kitchen, so I knew I had time to change clothes and into something a little more comfortable. Kicking off my sneakers, I shimmied out of the low riders and placed them on the bed. Then I took my top and bra off. I picked out a pair of gym shorts I had been wearing since fifth grade and a cropped top. Mama had been after me all year to get rid of both the shorts and the top, but the boys loved them as they really molded onto me and showed off my butt and tits to good effect. I don't know why I put them on that night, other than they were very cool and comfortable. I guess I didn't think Gramps would take notice. I had just finished dressing when I turned around. There was Gramps, standing in the doorway and looking at me in funny sort of way. &#034Lord Almighty!&#034 he said with rush of air from his lungs. Knowing he had been standing there looking at me nearly naked caused me to blush furiously. Then with a big grin on his face (Mom had always said he was a dirty old man) he said, &#034Uh, supper's ready.&#034 We sat ...
    at the kitchen table and he told me to dig in. He had lots of food on the table, field peas, butter beans and okra from his garden, plus a bowl of creamed corn, cornbread and chunks of pork stewed in onion gravy. That plus lots of sweetened ice tea. Gramps was a good cook and super was better than what Mama usually made for us, if and when she cooked. Still, I just as soon had a pizza. The entire time we ate, Gramps kept looking at me. He did say too much, just ate and stared at me chewing his food. When we were finished with eating, he sat back and told me, &#034I cooked, so ya can clean up.&#034 &#034Okay,&#034 I replied knowing that I didn't have any choice nor a chance of getting out of it. Gramps sat back and lit a pipe while I cleared the table, put away all the leftovers (under Gramps directions from his chair) and then washed the dishes by hand as Gramps didn't have a dishwasher or anything like that. The entire time, he just watched me and made small talk and asked about school and what my mama was up to. After doing the last pot, I thought I was done, but then he told me I had to dry the dishes and put them away. Of course I didn't know where anything went, so he directed me to put this bowl in that cabinet and that thing up on the third shelf of another cabinet... lots of stuff went on that third shelf. While reaching to put up the things on the high shelves, my top would ride up leaving me perilously exposed. Whenever I put my arms down, the top stayed up; every ...
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