Once upon a time there was a dear little boy called Ryan Hood, who was loved by everyone who looked at him, but most of all by his grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the boy.
Once she gave him a red hooded jacket for his eighteenth birthday, which he wore with blue jeans and a white t-shirt, the jacket suited him so well that he would never wear anything else. So he was always called Little Red Ryan Hood.
One day his mother said to him. "Come Little Red Ryan Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother, she is feeling lonely and sad and they will do her good, and seeing you will cheer her up. Set out before it gets dark, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path or you may fall and break the bottle."
"I will take great care." Said Little Red Ryan Hood to his mother, and gave his mother a big hug.
He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her ample breasts into his chest. He held his mother tightly, his right hand on her lower back, his left hand spread high near the nape of her neck. He kissed her left cheek, then her right cheek, then kissed her ruby red lips and held her there for a long minute.
When Little Red Ryan Hood released his mother, she caught her breath and swallowed. She smoothed and patted her hair, as she said. "You should run along dear, your grandmother is expecting you." She looked down to avoid his clear blue eyes, and brushed her apron smooth with her hands.
Little Red Ryan Hood, raised his mother's chin with a single finger. "I will not be late home mother." He said and gave her another long kiss on the lips, before turning to leave with the gifts for his grandmother.
Little Red Ryan Hood's mother, Katie Hood, put her index finger to her lips as she watched her handsome son head off to his grandmothers cottage, with the cake and wine that she had prepared. Her cheeks felt a little hot, she flapped her hand to her cheek to cool the heat. "Oh my goodness." she said, in a breathless whisper.
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village. And just as Little Red Ryan Hood entered the wood, a boy called Hugo Wolfe, who was twenty two years old, a year older than Little Red Ryan Hood, appeared in front of him.
Little Red Ryan Hood knew that Hugo Wolfe had a bad reputation, and was a wicked creature, but Little Red Ryan Hood, was not at all afraid of him.
"Well, well, if it isn't Little Red Dick Head." Said he.
"Oh, hello Hugo." Replied Little Red Ryan Hood, ignoring his jibe.
"It's Mr Wolfe, to you." said Hugo with a grin. "Where are you off to?"
"To visit my grandmother."
"What have you got in your backpack?"
"Cake and wine. Yesterday was our baking day, so my grandmother is to have something good to make her happy, and I'll keep her company for a while, so she does not get lonely."
"Where does your grandmother live?"
"A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood. Her house stands under the two large oak trees, the chestnut trees are to the south. You surely must know it." Replied Little Red Ryan Hood.
"Yeah, I think I do, is you grandmother an old slut, called Miss Wilma Loveday?" Said Hugo Wolfe rubbing his chin in thought.
"Hey, that's not very nice Hugo... " said Little Red Ryan Hood, then added. "Mr Wolfe." When he saw Hugo Wolfe move towards him, bearing his teeth.
"Well?" Growled Hugo Wolfe
Little Red Ryan Hood looked sad, but confirmed "Yeah... Grandma Loveday, that's my grandmother."
Hugo Wolfe thought to himself, "This is the woman my grandfather, Walter Wolfe told me about. When he was young, in his twenties, he and his friends would gangbang her, taking photographs and videos of her. She was their slut."
Hugo Wolfe got out his phone and sent a text to grandpa Walter. "Hey, grandpa can you send me the photos and video of you and your friends, with that little slut Wilma Loveday?"
"I'll walk with you." Said Hugo Wolfe to Little Red Ryan Hood.
So he walked for a short time, by the side of Little Red Ryan Hood, and then he said. "You walk gravely along, as if you were going to have your dick cut off. Everything in the wood is merry and bright. See how pretty the flowers are around here. Why do you not look around. And cheer the fuck up."
Little Red Ryan Hood raised his eyes, and when he saw the sunbeams dancing through the trees and pretty flowers growing everywhere, he thought, I suppose I could take my grandmother a fresh bouquet of forest flowers.
"Flowers, that would please her. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time." Said Little Red Ryan Hood, almost to himself.
And so he ran from the path into the woods to look for the best flowers to pick. And whenever he had picked one he fancied, he saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the woods.
Hugo Wolfe shook his head. "What a fucking prick." He muttered to himself.
As time passed by, Little Red Ryan Hood would occasionally come across low shrubs, their leaves of five or seven soft handlike lobes, each with an amber coloured berry in the centre and he would pluck and eat the juicy cloudberries straight from the bush as he gathered flowers for his grandma.
There was a ping from Hugo Wolfe's smartphone, as he passed by the lake on the way to old Miss Wilma Loveday's cottage. He smiled a toothy grin when he saw the attachments.
Hugo Wolfe ran straight to Grandma Loveday's cottage and knocked at the door.
"Who is there?"
"Little Red Dick... Eh... Little Red Ryan Hood, your grandson." replied Hugo Wolfe. "I'm bringing cake and wine. Open the door."
"Lift the latch." Called out grandma, "I am too weak, and cannot get up."
"Fucking lazy bitch!" Muttered Hugo Wolfe.
Hugo Wolfe lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went into the hallway.
Hugo Wolfe found his way to the bedroom, he went in.
Grandma Loveday was in her bed. "You're not my grandson Little Red Ryan Hood!"
"No shit Sherlock. But, I hear you like a little bit of male company, don't you?" Said Hugo Wolfe, as he sat on the bed.
"I'm an old lonely woman, I like nice company, that brings heart warming gifts." Said Grandma Loveday, looking through her little round spectacles.
"I have a gift for you, and what better gift, than a pleasant memory from your youth." Said Hugo Wolfe, grinning from ear to ear.
"What memory would that be?" Said Grandma Loveday pushing herself to sit up, her large breasts sagging in her nightgown, her large nipples pushing at the fabric.
"Let me show you." Said Hugo Wolfe taking from his pocket his smartphone. He opens it for the grandmother, it has a file with four images and a video.
"Please click the first image. I'm sure you will enjoy its delights." Said Hugo Wolfe with a sly look upon his face.
Old grandma Loveday taps her finger on the first image and as if by magic, she herself appears on the smartphone as a naked twenty year old youth, standing, smiling back at herself.
She is thinner and smoother of face, she is darker of hair and lacks the spectacles on her nose, but it is most certainly Miss Wilma Loveday, completely naked in her youth.
"Oh my goodness, it's me." Said Grandma Loveday with a gasp.
"You looked good back in the day. Nice tits." Said Hugo Wolf, looking between both the young and old Miss Wilma Loveday.
"Thank you very much, I was pretty in my twenties... eh... Mr?"
"Wolfe. Mr Wolfe. I think you know my grandpa, Walter Wolfe?" Said Hugo Wolfe smiling. "Slide the photograph to the right grandma, let us gaze upon more from your youth."
"Walter Wolfe. Oh, I see." Said Grandma nervously, as she slides her shaking finger over the bright screen, to reveal the next photograph. "Oh dear!" She said aghast.
Both Hugo and Wilma look at her as a youth, she is naked and on her knees with a large cock in her mouth, looking up into the camera.
Grandma slides to the next picture. She is on her hands and knees and like a spit roast, is speared at both ends. She has a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself." Laughs Hugo Wolfe.
"I was young and care free." Said old grandma Loveday, her cheeks as red as red can be.
"You were a fucking slut!" Said Hugo Wolfe, correcting her.
"Let us see what the next photograph has to show us." Hugo Wolfe said, sliding to the next one.
The last photograph showed a young Wilma Loveday, sitting, legs wide apart on someone's lap, there is a cock halfway inside her ass hole. Someone is holding her right ankle in the air and has the head of his cock in her pussy. There are three young men standing beside her shoulders, two on her left and one on her right. She is holding a stiff cock in each hand and leaning forward with a third in her mouth. A sixth man is standing behind her, his large cock is resting on her head, a string of white sperm connects the purple glans protruding over her forehead to her nose.
Written at the top of the photograph it says, "The gang with Wilma the Slut."
"You are very good at multitasking grandma, that's six cocks at once... I'm impressed." Said Hugo Wolfe. "Let's watch the video shall we?"