All characters are over the age of eighteen.
MILF Chaser Ch. 2
Dale heard the sound of tires on gravel and turned to see a medium-sized SUV coming down the drive. He shielded his eyes from the morning sun and smiled when he saw the driver. Dale looked back into the cargo area of his van, then reached in to pull a quartet of magnetic signs out. He lifted them up to have a look at them.
Dale's Handyman Service, Licenced, Bonded and Insured
. They would need replacing soon, he figured, and wondered if maybe he'd just forgo it and retire when the old signs faded to unreadability.
He turned and smiled broadly as Jace pulled up next to the van and shut off the ignition. "Hey bud, we weren't expecting you. What brings you out this way?"
Jace looked at the older man through his open side window and then glanced at the backpack on the seat next to him. He sighed and looked back at Dale. "Nothing important, Grandpa, I just need to speak with Gran about something."
The older man smiled. "She's either in the kitchen or the mudroom. She's repotting her hanging plants this morning." He slapped one sign on the van's door, and then turned back to his grandson. "Hey, you wouldn't be free this coming weekend, would you?" Dale pointed a calloused hand at the barn. "We had a roof leak and some boards in the loft have rotted. I could really use a hand replacing them. I'd ask your dad, but..."
Jace chuckled and nodded. To a rough and handy guy like his grandfather, having a son-in-law like Jace's dad was a bitter pill. Ungainly and raised by an equally unhandy father, his dad was the last person you wanted wielding a hammer or power saw. But he was a
good father
and a successful corporate accountant. His family had never wanted for much.
"Yeah, I can do that," Jace said, hardly thinking about it as he got out of his car.
Dale chucked his grandson on the shoulder. "Attaboy. Bring a couple of changes of clothes and we'll put you up in the guest room. Save you some gas money and you can enjoy some of your grandma's cooking. It'll be like old times."
The young man glanced down at the gravel driveway.
Yeah, she can sure cook
, Jace thought to himself.
And not just in the kitchen
. He looked at his grandfather's transit van. "Heading off to a job?"
The former general contractor turned handyman nodded. "Yep, the fella I sold the company to, needs some extra hands on a new project." He smiled. "I don't have any other jobs going right now and it keeps me out of your grandmother's hair."
Again, Jace's mind went elsewhere.
Not that much hair there
, he thought, thinking of the smoothly shaved pussy he had licked and fucked the evening before. He reached across the driver's seat and grabbed his backpack. "Okay. I'll see you on Saturday," he said as he turned towards the house, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting forces.
He barely heard his grandfather's reply and before he got to the front porch, heard the van's tires backing down the driveway. In front of the door, he stopped and took a deep breath before thumbing the latch and pushing the door open.
The 1930s farmhouse had been completely remodeled when Jace was in high school. Though still rustic looking, it now had the big open floor plan that everyone wants, with the living room, dining room and kitchen in one enormous space. On the wall at the foot of the staircase was his grandmother's collection of kabuki masks. Nineteen in all, with an empty nail for a twentieth.
"Did you forget something, Dale?" Jace heard a feminine voice from his right. He pushed the door closed and then replied.
"It's me, Grandma."
Amber spun in surprise and her eyes went wide when they settled on her grandson. Dressed in his customary jeans and a button down short-sleeve shirt, he was a fine figure of a young man and she'd always thought so.
"Jace, umm, what brings
you
by?" she said nervously. She turned back to the counter and added some more potting soil to the plant in front of her so he wouldn't notice her hands shaking.
Taking another deep breath, Jace walked into the kitchen and couldn't help but admire his grandmother's physique in an entirely new light. She wore a pair of gray sweat-shorts with the word 'juicy' printed across her ass and a pink halter top. He'd never seen her dressed so casually. She was always the picture of the demure woman. A grandmother. Her gray hair was worn loose with bangs and it fell to her shoulders in a graceful curve.
Biting her bottom lip, Amber listened to his footsteps over the tile floor and waited for him to speak. She started when a black domino mask was dropped onto the counter next to her. She looked at it, examined the hand-painted silver scroll work and then exhaled sharply. "Well, I guess I can put the fox mask back on the wall," she said, feeling some of the nervousness drain from her.
"If you had driven
your
car instead of Grandpa's van, it would have just been another silver four-door in a parking lot, and we wouldn't be having this conversation."
Amber turned and looked at her grandson. "It's in the shop. Those silly fuel injectors again! Christ, Jace, I never imagined seeing my grandson on that slave block!"
Frowning, Jace stepped up to her. "You knew it was me!" he almost shouted.
"Of course I did. From the moment I saw you in that line-up." Her hand caressed over his stomach gently, and Jace flinched. "I'd know that little strawberry birthmark next to your belly button, anywhere."
"Then why?!" he exclaimed with a wild mixture of fear and arousal in his gut. He could smell her perfume and see down the neckline of the halter top at her creamy cleavage, unfettered by a bra.
Her hand slid around his waist and held him in place. "Oh Sweetie, because I wanted you! Ever since you grew into such a handsome and well-put-together young man, I've
