Eighteen and fresh out of High School, I was looking forward to a summer of relaxation. My mom had other plans.
"Honey, she has a lot of money, and maybe, if you're nice, she'll pay for your college."
I didn't want to go to college. I wanted a job, so I'd have money of my own.
"And even though she and I don't get along, she's still my mother, your grandmother. And she's willing to pay you."
Grandmothers aren't old biddies anymore, and my Grandma was a prime example. She's 58, and looks in her forties. I didn't see her often because she and Mom had a falling-out when I was just a kid. I always got cards from her for Christmas and my birthday, with a generous check, but that was about it.
"It's just for two weeks," Mom continued. "And she doesn't ask for much. You'll have fun."
We went to the car rental agency. Grannie had arranged for the car, and it was a Chrysler convertible, very nice. I loaded my bags and the next morning I set out for Grannie's house. I was to be her driver for two weeks while she vacationed at a cabin on a lake upstate.
Two hours later, I rang her door bell. She answered immediately. "Ronnie! So good to see you! How was the drive? Not too tired I hope? I'm ready to go!"
During the next three hours, we caught up with each other. "Please, call me Gail, I don't want anyone thinking I'm dragging my poor grandson around for company.... even if I am!"
She was much nicer than Mom had said, and not the mean old hag I imagined. From pictures, I remembered how much she looked like Mom. Maybe that was it, they were too much alike, so they couldn't get along. They were both 5'6, but Gail was fuller, with a healthy set of tits, while Mom is still only a 34C. (Yes, I've peeked. Who hasn't?)
Gail was dressed in white shorts, showing some veins in her legs, but the fleshy thighs were what caught my eye. The black top came low enough to show deep cleavage, and I enjoyed peeking to my right as I drove. Her hair and make-up were perfect, like a lady at the perfume counter.
The group of cabins were spread out, each separated by some trees to ensure privacy. The manager showed us to ours, and I carried the bags in just in time to see him hitting on my grand mother, looking her over. Gail saw me come in and seemed relieved. "Oh, Ronnie, Mr. Jenks was just saying that all the groceries I ordered were delivered. We can eat in or go out, your choice."
Jenks didn't know what to make of me. Because she looks so young, I doubt he thought I was her grandson. And since I called her Gail, he knew she wasn't my mother. Was I the young paramour? Who knows, but he seemed to slink away after that.
Once we were alone, we explored the place. Gail took the larger bedroom, a queen, at my insistance. The twin was plenty for me in the back room. There was a living area, kitchen and bath beside our rooms. We proceeded to unpack and Gail poured herself a drink.
"If we stay in tonight, there's beer and wine in the fridge, go ahead and have some. But if we're going out to dinner, don't drink until we get home. That's why I don't drive: I like to drink too much!"
I told her I had done more driving than I cared to today, and grabbed a cold beer. We sat on the porch, looking over our new home, watching the sun set on the lake.
We chatted, mostly about me. She wanted to catch up. "I hope you don't think I'm prying, it's just... you're this new person in my life! You were 8 years old, the last time I saw you, and now you're a big, good-looking young man! Oh, did you see the look on Mr. Jenks' face? He must think I'm a wicked old wench with such a hot young boyfriend!"
"That's what I thought, too! Was he hitting on you when I came in?"
She laughed. "Yes, I think so! It's been so long, I'm not sure!"
