Grandma's House
"Red! I want you to take this basket of goodies to Grandma's house!"
Red pouted. The day would be fine, flowers were in bloom and Red was planning a lovely day laying out by the river, swimming naked under the warm sun, frigging herself on the mossy bank. Heaven!
"Yes Mamma." Red was a good girl, always helping her mother when she could. Papa had been gone since before she could remember. In fact, she'd never quite known who Papa was! It was just the two of them to do all the chores.
The occasional visitor might spend the night, but he was always gone from Mamma's bed by daybreak, and never ever helped with any chores.
She climbed down from the sleeping loft, ran to the hearth. Slipped her nighty over her head and hung it on the hook. Warmed her nakedness by the fire.
Her slim young-woman's body was strong and limber, the embers' glow highlighting her gentle curves. She stretched like a cat, arms over her head, and sighed.
"Why does Granny live so far away in the forest?" She'd wondered about that all her young life.
When just a lass she'd imagined Granny was an enchantress banished from the village, perhaps for practicing dark arts upon the children of the town. Granny was a mysterious woman, her personality as large as her lush body. Once-red hair was turning to grey and her amazing tits were now a bit saggy and long, still Red loved her with all her heart.
Mamma considered. "You're a woman now; it's time you knew.
"Granny used to live in the village, when I was but a new-bedded wife! She lived over the inn, where I grew up!"
Red marveled! The women living over the inn now were all beautiful with shapely bodies and welcoming smiles for all the travelers! They often entertained the tinkers, traders and even the footmen of the carriages that passed through. None of them were married, though several had young children who Red had played with as a lass.
That Granny had been one of them, only added to her glamour in Red's imagination!
"So why did she leave? That sounds like a lovely life!"
Mamma nodded, remembering. Shook herself, brought Red's daytime shift from the laundry basket, handed it to her and continued.
"She was one of the best! The customers asked for her by name and tipped her more than the other ladies!
"But they were not enough for my lusty mother. She began to entertain the men of the village.
First the unmarried lads, visiting her room over the inn. But then the married men. In her room, behind the inn in a coach, in the blacksmith's shop before the forge, even in their beds in their own homes! When their wives were away at the mill or shopping the market, she'd slip over and ... and spend the morning, slip out before she was discovered."
Red hugged herself, smiled thinking of all the fun she must have had, sneaking in back doors, stealing away when wives came back unexpectedly! Oh, what a fine life.
"That sounds oh so lovely! Why did she stop!"
Red bunched up her scarlet dress, put it over her head, wriggled it down her supple body like a snake into its skin, as mother considered her answer.
Sighing, "She didn't stop. The wives made her stop! They came to the innkeeper, demanded he hand her over, to punish her for stealing their husbands' affection!"
Tugging the skirt down her hips, snug now that she'd grown into her curves, barely covering her fiery bush in fact, Red scowled.
"And did he? Give her up to be punished?" That sounded like it might have been fun too?
Mamma shook her head. "He spirited her out the back door, in an old ale barrel! You see, she was his favorite, her best customer in fact. Several of the inn brats were his! One of them was me.
"His cart driver took her to a hunters' cabin in the wood, where she's remained to this day. Entertaining an occasional hunter or woodman, otherwise quite bored."
"Is that why she needs this basket of goodies?" Red took up the parcel her mother had prepared, peeked under the cloth.
There were some fine fruits from their orchard, still dew-dappled. A brace of seed cakes, Red had helped bake the day before.
A pair of thick leather dildoes, stuffed with goose down and oiled until they shone. And something new - a leather belt with something sticking through it, something like a dildo but narrower, longer on one side and shorter on the other, bulbous on both ends? Red held it up from two fingers, raised one eyebrow.
Mother snatched it from her, put it back in the basket, tucked it in tidy again.
"Hurry along! Be careful in the wood, there may be bandits or randy travelers about, who would not hesitate to force themselves on a careless young lass."
Mother was always worrying about nothing. Red thought meeting a man in the wood might be fun! Who knew what games they might teach her?
Taking the basket, trotting to the door and donning her red cloak that hung there, she kissed her mother, promised to be careful, and went out into the fine sunshine.
Mother looked after her, saw how she was fully a woman now, her breast straining at the bodice, her hips ripe under the brief skirt. Shook her head. That girl would be trouble! Like mother had been.
Red's bare feet were chilly in the dewy grass. She ran across their lot, past the chicken house, to the lane and turned toward the wood.
Slowing once mother could no longer see, she swung the basket by one handle, began to enjoy the morning. The birds singing in the bushes! The flowers blooming along the thicket, across the lane, in the fields! The admiring gazes of the neighbor boys as they went about their chores in byre and yard.
She grinned back, even threw a kiss to one she fancied, plucked her skirt carelessly exposing her butt, causing him to drop his milk bucket, spilling the lot. Oh he'd be scolded for that!
Tormenting the boys was a new game she played, now that her breast was full, her hips grown so she swayed as she walked. She played with that, trying different strides, swinging her hips and shoulders to increase the effect.
Laughing, entering the woods now, she could imagine no finer life than being a pretty marriageable lass in a village full of randy boys, with the day to spend in the woods! Adventures!
The path was dimmer now under the new green of the trees. The forest floor occasionally prickly with last year's dead thatch. She picked her way from moss to grass to squishy wet puddle, enjoying each sensation on her bare feet, pretty toes squelching in the mud.
Began to get a little hungry, having left early without breakfast. Should she stop, eat an apple from the basket? Or perhaps one of those seed cakes! Granny would never know there had been two.
Just ahead was a clearing, and were those new berries upon the branches? That would be lovely! She skipped along.
The berries were scarlet in the sunbeams that penetrated the canopy, inviting. She set down her basket, reached carefully among the brambles, collected a handful of sweet ripe fruit.
"Hey! Stop! That's all I've got to eat!"
Startled, she dropped the berries, looked around to see who'd called.
"Down here!" The voice came from beneath the thicket. Leaning over, looking carefully among the brush, she spied a crude shelter of green branches. Cleverly woven into a sort of hummock, just big enough for perhaps a person to shelter beneath.
And sticking out, the head of a wolf!
"Eeeee!" She squealed, alarmed and excited. But not afraid; not really. He could talk you see, not a wild wolf after all.
"Oh! Oh!" The wolf scrabbled out from under his bower, bent to pluck up the spilled fruit, gobbled it down.
When he'd recovered his treasure, he stood. Not much taller than Red, and very hairy. Naked but for a necklace of woven reed, an anklet charm of wool and colored pebbles. Hair covered all else, a thick coat of animal hair matted with sticks and leaves.
From under his tangled rank mane, he peered at her, sun-brown face screwed up in confusion, lips still smeared and drooling with raspberry juice.
"Miss Glorian?" He seemed shocked to see her.
"No! I am Red! Daughter of Trixie! But yes granddaughter to Glorian, my Granny!"
Understanding. "My memory is poor, living all these years rough, banished from my home. You look the spitting image of your Granny! When we were young."
Pleased, she curtseyed neatly, flame bush flashing beneath her skirt as she bent, thanked him.
"You know my Granny?"
"Knew her! Yes! Lips of ruby red; eyes like the sky before a storm! Tits like ripe melons; rouge nipples like Cotlets in spring! Hips of a fine... knew her! Many times! Many, many times! Before they sent her away! Before my wife threw me out! Then I came here, to live a hermit, miserable, heart-sore!"
"But why not just visit her? I know she's lonely, would welcome a visit from an old ... friend?"
"But I know not where she fled! Dead now, these many years or banished overseas..." A tear tracked down his cheek, and was he? Yes, he was sobbing, the loss still fresh in his tender old heart.
"No! Not dead! Not banished! Not hardly! She lives yet in these woods, in the hunters' hut, now her lonely home, her exile."
Wonderment filled his face, then joy!
"She lives! And not far! Oh salvation! Oh tribulation! She lives!"
He danced a little jig, not different from a satyr of legend or a horny wolf anyway.
"I'm going there now. Would you like to join me?"
