The wrinkled fingers that were gripping the sink so hard had turned an even more ghostly white than usual, and when 64 year old Grace Billings glanced up into the mirror of the medicine cabinet she had trouble looking at the image.
"This is all going wrong," Grace whispered to herself, the talking to herself a habit she had picked up from living alone in the farmhouse the last four years after her husband Edgar passed. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
***
Just that very morning Grace had gone to church - not HER church but one almost a hour's drive away so she was sure what she had to say was really confidential - and she had confessed to the voice on the other side of the dense screen what she had been doing with her grandson Timmy.
As she explained to the priest the way their relationship had changed from the normal grandmother/grandson relationship to one that was so immoral even the man she was speaking to seemed shocked at hearing it, she was careful to explain that while it was Timmy that instigated it, she felt responsible that she did nothing to stop it.
"I've always been like this," Grace had said. "My husband - no matter what he told me to do - no matter how vulgar or immoral it was - I did it, believe you me."
"And he would hurt you if you didn't comply? Physically abuse you, or even mentally?"
"Well not exactly," Grace admitted and after being pressed confessed, "I just wanted to make him happy. That's the way I've always been. I just have trouble saying no."
"And now?"
"Timmy is coming tonight to visit me on his way back to school," Grace explained. "He's a brilliant student - Dean's List and all - and because he skipped grades he's already a junior in college and still only 19. Such a cute little boy."
"He's a man, may I remind you. And you're a woman," the priest declared.
"Yes, I know. Tonight, I'm going to make him a nice dinner, and then I'm going to tell him - no more!" Grace said. "It must end and it must end now. I will apologize to him and tell him how wrong I was to let this go on."
"And this is what you will tell Timmy at dinner this evening?" the priest inquired. "You won't wait until morning?"
"Oh - why yes of course," Grace announced with a bit of hesitation. "Tomorrow is a new year after all. That's my resolution. To start living my life the right way and start going to church regularly again. When that ball drops there will be a new Grace Billings. A better one."
"I sincerely hope so but I get the feeling your faith is wavering," the priest had said before she left the booth, but at least he tried to sound more certain than Grace had been, and now in the bathroom looking at her own worst enemy she realized that this was all coming apart.
As the time Timmy was supposed to arrive neared later that afternoon, Grace was already wavering to the point that she was so excited at the thought of being with Timmy again that she had amended her plans.
After tonight was the plan. That would be it. She would tell Timmy in the morning, after they had made love. One last time, although with Timmy being so virile and almost as insatiable as Grace herself, the one time would likely be two or three times.
As Grace had looked at Timmy's picture while waiting for him to pull into the driveway, she recalled how he had been in the beginning. Although he had been the aggressor he was woefully inexperienced and painfully inept, but in time he had become a wonderful lover who used his modest equipment just as masterfully as her late husband had used what they used to playfully refer to as Edgar's 'big love log'.
So the "no more" had become "one more night" by the time Timmy had pulled into the driveway. The idea that Timmy could drive still seemed strange to Grace because he was still a little boy in her eyes even as he approached 20.
When the car stopped though, Grace was startled to see the passenger door open too, and when another younger man stepped out of the old Toyota along with Timmy, Grace was both relieved and disappointed.
Timmy had brought a friend from school, and as it turned out Timmy was driving back to the campus with him. In his adorable boyish shy way Timmy had asked if she minded if his friend could stay the night, and she assured her grandson it was fine and she could make up the guest room with no problem.
"We'll work that stuff out later Grandma," Timmy said as he thanked her. "You'll like Rudy."
Then Timmy kissed Grace and hugged her like he had been doing in recent times, and as Timmy's tongue found hers and they dueled while he ground into her - out of his friend's sight thankfully - she found her will weakening further much like her knees were.
"I've told him all about you," Timmy said with a wink and added. "He's a great guy and I think you're REALLY going to like him if you know what I mean."
"Huh?" Grace had mumbled as she tried to recover from the kiss, but Timmy was already rejoining his friend by then.
***
Grace ran some water in the sink and splashed some on her face, realizing she had to rejoin the boys in the living room eventually.
"Boys?" Grace muttered, remembering that they weren't boys but men.
Timmy's friend Rudy was surely a man even though at 18 he was almost two years younger that her grandson. Timmy still looked like he always had, and Grace figured he would be like Dick Clark as he aged, never seeming to grow old.
Rudy, on the other hand, was over 6' tall and looked very muscular. Timmy had explained that Rudy was a football player which was how they met since Timmy was on the team as well - sort of.
Timmy was a student manager for the team, although it seemed to Grace that what he mostly did was hand out water and pats on the back to the players, but he seemed to like it and loved football too. Since her grandson was only about 5'5" and 130 pounds, this was as close as he would get to the field, even though he had always dreamed of playing the game.
The two boys seemed to get along really well even though they were Mutt and Jeff both physically and personality-wise, with Rudy the obvious alpha male. Rudy for his part had already managed to make that clear in the past to Timmy, but also to Grace over the last few hours.
"Those eyes," Grace said softly, remembering how piercing and intimidating Rudy's blue eyes had been when he would look at her, and then Grace looked down and cringed as she saw how much of her was revealed in the scoop-necked blouse she had worn for Timmy's sake only because he had bought it for her and thought it would just be the two of them tonight.
The blouse was not meant for a senior citizen but for a woman much younger and bustier, and the way the front hung open and revealed so much of her hanging breasts as she leaned? No wonder the boy looked when she bent over, although Grace shook her head at what a sad sight her modest breasts had become over time. It hadn't stopped this Rudy fellow from looking though.
"I must go change," Grace said to the mirror. "Better yet, I'll tell the boys I'm tired and have to go to bed. They'll understand."
"Grandma?" came Timmy's voice from the other side of the door along with a gentle tap on the door, and as it opened and her grandson eased his way inside the bathroom with her he said, "Getting worried about you out there. Rudy and me - we're anxious for you to come join us. He really likes you."
"Honey, I'm a bit tired," Grace started to say and then suddenly noticed that Timmy was only wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt, and in his hand was a little pink bag.
"No you aren't Grandma. You're just shy and nervous like always. That's what I love most about you," Timmy explained. "In no time at all you'll be a wild and sensuous nympho, only this time you'll have two guys to take care of you. Just like what you said Grandpa and his friend used to do with you."
"Honey, I can't do that with a strange boy - and I surely can't wear that in front of him!" Grace gasped when she saw the frilly little nightie her grandson expected her to put on. "It's - it's like wearing nothing at all."
"And you will look great in it," Timmy said as he began undressing Grace while she made a token effort to fend him off. "Rudy was drooling already but when he sees you in this? He'll explode!"
"Rudy? You? I can't! What kind of grandmother..."
"The best kind. The sexy kind. You don't have to worry. Rudy introduced me to his Grandma over Thanksgiving recess. He's got a special Grandma too and he shared her with me."
"What?"
"Rudy's grandmother is a nice lady but you're much prettier," Timmy said as he lifted Grace's blouse over her head, and as he did he leaned down and planted butterfly kisses all over her softly scented underarm.
"I should have called and told you not to shave," Timmy explained. "I told Rudy how the first time I had sex with you hadn't bothered shaving since Grandpa died and you had really hairy armpits, and he thought that must have been cool, but that's okay because you're sexy anyway, and I know you love it when I kiss you there."
"Please don't make me do this," Grace said as her panties came down and she was naked in the cold harsh bathroom light, and she started babbling as she often did when she was nervous. "You should have a girl your own age. I went to church today. I swore to the priest that this was over. Old women and young fellows..."
"Are meant for each other," Timmy said in finishing her sentence differently that she would have, and as he held the yellow nightie in front of his grandmother she lifted her arms like she was a little child instead of a senior citizen and let him drop it over her. "There. You look amazing."
Timmy brushed a little of her silver hair from the front of her face and took a step back, smiling when he looked at the dark triangle visible through the lemon-toned silk. It was a lush bush that still showed no gray thanks unknown to him, her occasional plucking of the silver.
Grandma's legs were as trim as her arms, and while the tiny veins and little wrinkles showed that the limbs obviously weren't attached to a girl his own age, his grandmother was in great shape for a woman of 64 and he couldn't wait to show her off to his best friend.
