A couple of days after my dinner with dad and Gladys, my cel phone rang just as I arrived at the construction site I'd been assigned to. It was Gladys, dad's frosty but smoking girlfriend. She was somewhere in her forties but her tight body told me that she was a fan of plastic surgery and exercise. I never kept secrets from grandma, but I had a feeling that whatever Gladys and I might get up to, better if grandma remained in the dark.
"Hi Mike," Gladys said in warm, sugary tones.
"Gladys," I sad. "How are you?"
"I'm great."
"How's dad?" I asked.
"Oh, he's fine," Gladys said. "He just left for the office."
"Super," I said. "He likes the office."
Gladys snorted. "Mike, I'm wondering if you can help me out with something."
I smiled. "Sure Gladys. I'll try."
There was a pause, then I heard Gladys take a deep breath.
"I want to paint your dad's study, but I can't decide on the color."
"Uh huh," I answered, waiting to hear what came next.
"I'm wondering. Since you know him so well. Do you think you could come over to the house and help me decide on the right color?"
I smiled.
"Sure, Gladys," I said. "I'd love to help you out. Want me to stop by after work."
"Oh no," she said, her voice a little shaky. "I was thinking you could stop by when your dad's not here. So he won't know anything."
"Are you at work right now, Gladys?" I asked.
"No," she answered. "I'm at home. I took the day off."
"Ok. Listen, I'm working not too far from you all. How about if I stop by on my lunch hour."
I could hear Gladys breathing.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "Yes. Ok. That works for me."
"See you then," I said as I clicked off the phone.
I chuckled to myself. Gladys had seen me fucking grandma. Evidently, she hadn't told dad. And, evidently, she was intrigued by the sight of me fucking my grandmother. I laughed. It was a messed up world, for true.
Noon came and I wiped the sweat off my body with a towel. I told my supervisor that I was taking off for lunch and that I might be a little late coming back. He nodded okay. I hopped on my bike and gunned it out of the parking lot. On this hot day, the wind whipping across my face and through my t-shirt felt fantastic. I thought for a minute of skipping Gladys altogether and just heading out for a ride. Then, I thought about her icy voice and her long legs and big tits. I took a right down the street where dad lived.
I pulled the bike up to the garage and gunned it a couple of times with the clutch in to let Gladys know I was there. The neighbors wouldn't notice anything different because I had been living above dad's garage on and off for several years, until I moved in with grandma.
I drove the bike into the garage, hopped off, closed the garage door, and walked into the kitchen through the side door.
"Gladys. Hey Gladys," I shouted into the house. "I'm here."
"Hold on," I heard her shout from somewhere upstairs. "I'll be right down."
I opened the fridge and pulled out a cold beer, popped the top, and sucked it down in one swallow. I looked up to see Gladys walk into the room. She looked good. She had on a pair of expensive running shoes and wore tight blue cotton shorts Her cotton tank top stopped about three or four inches below her large rounded breasts. Her bare stomach was tanned and smooth. She smiled as she entered the kitchen.
"Oh, Mike, god. Sorry. I was just exercising upstairs."
I laughed. "Yeah. You look great."
She smiled and leaned her hip against the wall.
"So," I said slowly. "About dad's study."
"What?" she asked, then her face lit up. "Oh yeah, right. The study. But before we get to the study, I think we better talk about something else."
I leaned back onto the kitchen table and ran my eyes up and down Glady's ripe, firm body.
"Uh huh," I said. "What should we talk about."
A sly grin spread across Glady's face. "I think we need to talk about you and grandmother. Don't you?"
I smiled back. "I don't see as there's much to talk about. You saw us fucking up in the bedroom, didn't you?"
Gladys gulped and shifted her eyes away from mine. Then, she looked back up at me with a blank face.
"I'm not ashamed of it," I continued. "I enjoy fucking grandma. And as you saw, she really digs it too."
I could see Gladys's jaw working as if she was trying to say something.
"You know, Gladys," I continued. "I kind of think you enjoyed watching it as well."
"Mike," she sputtered. "Mike. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Uh huh," I said as I stood up.
I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it onto the ground, all the while keeping my eyes fastened on Gladys's. Then, I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. I unzipped them and dropped them to my ankles.
"Mike," Gladys sputtered again. "What do you think you're doing? My god."
I looked her in the eyes. "You know what I'm doing. And, you know you want it."
I leaned down to pull my jeans off over my work boots. I stood back up again and looked at Gladys.
"Come on, Gladys," I said. "Don't be coy. You know you loved watching me and grandma. It turned you on. Don't be afraid."
Gladys blushed and crossed her arms under her tits.
I stood where I was and began stroking the front of my briefs.