Fun with Rob and Grandma!
"Rob," Piper said, "Your Grandma Rhoda has some stuff I want. And she can't reach it. Would you be so kind as to go and get it for us?"
"Yeah, sure mom."
"He'll be there soon, mom", Piper said, and paused, "Okay, I'm sure he would help, just don't wear him out, I might have a use for him later." Paused, "Okay, bye." And ended the call.
"Grandma asked if you would help her with something else as well."
"That's okay mom, won't be cutting any lawns so okay." He commented, as Grandma lived in an apartment since Grandpa died two years ago.
"Take my car and see you when you get back."
Rob had always loved his Grandma Rhoda. She smelt nice, gave him good hugs, and since he had grown up, realised that at sixty, Grandma was a seriously beautiful woman. Her looks belied her age, like mom, really sexy, nice tits, great ass too.
He pulled into the parking space and went to the door, entering her apartment number.
"Rob," Grandma said as he heard the open door buzzer.
"Hi, Gran," he entered, making his way to the lift. A minute later he knocked on her door.
Grandma opened the door and he was stunned by her presence. She was scantily dressed, but glamorous and so sexy. Her cleavage alone was enough for Rob to feel that familiar rush of testosterone to his cock.
He stepped in and closed the door behind him as Grandma flowed into his arms. She pressed her body against him, her tits on his chest her head against he shoulder. Rob's cock reacted and he was sure she could feel it pressing onto her. What the fuck? Rob thought, surprised by the sensuality of her hug.
"Always nice to see you, Rob." As she let go of him.
"And you Gran. Now, what did you need?"
"Right down to business first. Like your Granddad," she said, "I have a couple of boxes to take down and they're too heavy for me. This way."
Rhoda led him to her bedroom, where he saw a small step ladder next to a open robe.
"Top shelf, there are some boxes marked PA with numbers. Can you get me numbers 1 and 4.please."
Rob climbed the ladder and found the first box. He pulled it out, heavy but not overly so.
"Here," Grandma said, reaching up for the box, "I think the other is at the back. You'll have to get on the top step. I'll steady you." She placed the box on the bed.
Rob stepped up, and immediately felt Gran's hands on his butt. "What are you doing?" Rob asked.
"Holding you steady, don't want you falling."
"My butt?"
"Nice butt, yes. Good handle."
Rob laughed at the outrageousness of it and reached to the back and brought down the box Gran wanted. Even handing it to her, he could still feel her hands on his ass. Felt nice.
Gran sat on the bed and opened the box. "Your grandfather was a gifted amateur photographer, Rob." She pulled out a lot album, "Our honeymoon album." She sighed, "I was so young and beautiful then."
She left it closed, and said, "I have another job for you, but I don't want you to get you clean shirt wet and dirty. Might want to take it off."
"Really?"
"Yes, really, come on, off with the shirt."
Rob hesitated but Gran's look said it all. He took his shirt off. "Nice pecs, Rob, like your Grandfather's." She sighed in memory of her lost love.
Gran reached over and picked up an album. "Oh, our honeymoon." She opened it. "Look at me, so young and beautiful." She indicated Rob to come and sit next to her, which he did.
Gran put the album on both their laps, "Molokai, that's where we went."
Rob looked at the photos and they were great, he saw a picture of Gran, "Wow, Gran, that's a great shot."
"Yes, it is and look at me now, old."
"A little older but just as beautiful Gran."
She smiled and replied, "Bet you say that to all the old ladies."
"Only the gorgeous one!" Rob smiled.
"You flatterer, just like your Granddad," Gran paused, "You are so much like him, you know." Gran turned the page, "Look, just like him."
Rob looked and yes, there were some similarities, but there were differences.
"You have the same eyes, kind eyes," Gran said, "Same build, about the same height. I wonder-"
"Wonder what, Gran?"
"Oh nothing, an old woman's musings," she shrugged, "Young and gorgeous one day and old and decrepit the next."
"Oh Gran, stop that. You're beautiful at any age. You're why Mom and Janelle are so beautiful, because of you."
"Thank you, but not that beautiful any more."
"Seriously, no, stop that. You know most of my friends still think you're my aunt, not my grandma," Rob laughed, "I never told them any different. And I bet more than one of them was really envious of me, having such a beautiful mom and 'aunt'."
Gran laughed. "Oh dear, you really are your grandfather's grandson. That's the sort of thing he would say all the time."
"Well, maybe, but it's true."
Gran flipped a page, "Such a beautiful place, Molokai. We stayed in a small hotel, the Kaluakoi Hotel, closed now, but it was a good place to stay." There were shots of the hotel, room, dining areas, pool, and looked pleasant, thought Rob. "We would drive around the island, looking for beaches and little groves that few tourists would ever find." Gran flipped a page again. "We found one beach, it was just brilliant at the end of this narrow roadway, easy to miss the entry. Grandpa found it and we were curious. Fresh, unspoiled sand, vegetation close to a small sandy band, white sand with azure blue water."
Gran turned the pages, "Grandpa had bought himself a color developing and printing kit. He planned to take as many photos as he could on our honeymoon and develop them himself." This was alien talk to Rob, growing up in a digital world but he got the general drift, he was looking at the results. The colors were just over the top, even in photos that were so old. Granddad really was a gifted amateur.
Gran sighed, "So gorgeous," she said, flipping another page."Ooohh, oh I remember this."
Rob's eyes popped. There was a pic of a young Gran, topless. He took a sharp breath, expecting Gran to turn the page.
"Look at those tits," Gran said, "Not like now." She ran a finger over the image and Rob remained silent, his heart taking an upbeat, his blood pressure rising.
"We found that we were not on a public beach though. This woman came from out of the bush, and said hello." Gran smiled at the memory, "Then she told us that she and her husband actually owned the beach but we were quite welcome to stay and continue our modelling session. That's what she called it. I explained and she congratulated us on our getting married, but please, stay. We did."
Gran shook her head, "Does it surprise you we would do this?"
"Not really, Gran, the photos are great, but I am surprised you're showing me these." Nice rack Gran, Rob thought.
"Oh, these were taken a long time ago, and I'm sure you have seen a lot more than just these cheesecake images."
"This is Danni," Gran said, turning another page, "The woman who owned the beach."
Rob looked and Gran was still topless, her arm folded over her tits, looking a little awkward. This Danni woman, who didn't seem much older than Gran, standing next to her, smiling. She too was really gorgeous, white bikini, really tanned skin, sun bleached blond, not big tits but wide hips.
"I must admit to feeling a little embarrassed, then next thing I know..." Gran turned the page and Danni was topless. "She didn't make a fuss, she just took her top off and told Grandpa to keep shooting." There were twelve photos per double page, they were standing alongside each other, facing each other, sitting, back to back and by the end of that page, Danni seemed to be reaching for Gran.
"I have to say that Danni was beautiful and I really think that if I hadn't met her, on that beach, at that time, things would have been completely different for me and your Grandpa." She flipped the page and Rob's heart jumped into his mouth. Danni had removed her bottom half and was reaching for Gran. These shots were of Gran and Danni completely nude.
"Gran, these aren't cheesecake!"