Lilly sighed as she straightened up and tried to focus on the book in front of her. She had been hoping for a decent day's reading when she had picked it up, but the characters were so flat and the plot was so simplistic she could barely keep her attention on it. She sighed again and threw Wenches of the Moors to one side. Obviously this book was written with no particular thought about anything other than badly described humping. Lilly pulled down her dress and smoothed it out. She decided to just go to the kitchen and have a cup of tea.
As she walked through the dining hall, Lilly looked at the pictures on the mantle. She stared longingly at Alexander's picture. She missed her husband. She missed the fun she used to have with the randy old satyr. He was always quick with a joke and quick with a smile. He was an outrageous flirt and a demon in bed, even until the day he died. Lilly smiled as she remembered the good times: the parties, the orgies, her Sapphic experimentation for Alexander's pleasure, those hot summer nights as Mistress Lillith.... She shivered as she heard the crack of her riding crop again in her mind and shook herself free from her reverie. It wouldn't do to get worked up all over again.
Lilly poured the tea and tried to relax. She always thought that as she got older her appetites would at least diminish somewhat. Instead, they were the same as they had ever been, if not increased. The frustration was agonizing. She wanted to be ravished again like in the old days. She had plenty of marriage offers so far, but all from the local dried up widowers who wanted to make "an honest Christian woman of her" which meant drag her to church and spend her money for her. She shuddered at the thought. The damn church had already gotten to her daughter. It was a pity too. Mariannne had been such a beautiful girl, and had to waste it all with promises of abstinence and other rubbish. She would always start in with her endless diatribes about church and salvation every single time she visited. Lilly wondered if she had ever even had sex besides what would have been needed to conceive her grandson.
Lilly couldn't help but smile at the thought of her grandson. He was such a handsome boy, and looked so much like his grandfather did when he was the same age. He was taut and muscular since he worked out so much, and his smile would melt butter. Lilly's toes curled. She stirred in some lemon juice. She was being a dirty old woman, and it was sick to think of her grandson like that, even if only for a moment. Still, it was only a harmless little fantasy, and it wasn't as if there would be any chance of it ever happening.
The phone rang. Lilly gave a frustrated sigh as she picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hello mother, it's Marianne," came the tight voice of her daughter from the phone.
"Oh hello dear," Lilly said with slightly less enthusiasm than she intended.
"Listen I don't have a lot of time right now. I need you to watch Alexander Junior while Harold and I go out of town. I know it's short notice, but he needs to go rescue his brother from another bungle, and I need to go with him to make sure he stands up for himself this time."
"Isn't Alex old enough to take care of himself? The boy will be going to college this fall dear heart."
"I know, but boys his age will get into trouble. Drinking, rap music, Lord only knows what kind of debauchery."
"Yes, he might even start dancing," Lilly said dryly.
"I know we have had our disagreements in the past mother, but I believe you have seen the light and I can trust him over to you. He can help you out around the house, and you can watch him for me. Please, mother."
"No need to beg, I would be happy to have my favorite grandson over for any reason at all. Send him over, please."
"Thank you mother." Lilly hung up and smiled to herself. Now she would get a chance to look at that hard body of her grandson's again. She smiled to herself and then laughed. The tea was definitely not working.
Alex walked up to the his grandmother's house after waving goodbye to his parents. Grandma was so cool. She always had that dish of candy by the door, and she always let him run through the house and yell and do all sorts of things his mother would never approve of. It had been way too long since the last time he had gotten to see her. He wished his parents trusted him enough without a baby-sitter, but he loved his grandmother. Besides, they might have stuck him with the Reverends wife again. He shuddered at the thought.
Alex knocked on the door and before he could call out, his grandmother opened the door. Alex sucked in his breath. It had been a long time since he had gotten to see her. She was, well, kind of hot, in a weird way. She had a sort of glow to her face, which even though it had a few smile lines, still looked quite youthful. Her smile was warm and her emerald eyes just seemed to pull him in. Her hair was pure white and pulled back in pony tail.
"Are you going to come in?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry, grandma, it's just been so long since I've seen you," Alex smiled and dropped his luggage before hugging his grandmother. She felt good against his body. Almost to good. Lilly smiled to herself as she felt her grandson's firm warm body against her. She loved the way his powerful arms wrapped around her. It had been way too long since the last time a man had held her that way. She did wonder why he was lingering so long. He did smell very nice though. He released her.
"Where should I put my luggage grandma?"
"Just take it to the first guest bedroom down the hall. That should suit you just fine. When you're done, I'll be in the kitchen. Would you care to join me for some sandwiches?"
"Sure." Alex carried his suitcase down the hall. He was starving. Of course he always felt that way. He loved eating. He walked back to the kitchen where his grandmother was already relaxing with a large plate of sandwiches. He sat down and greedily picked up several at once.
"So how are you?" Lilly asked.
"I'm fine."
"Keep your mouth closed when you chew dear heart. You're too handsome a young man to ruin yourself with bad table manners. How is your mother?"
Alex swallowed then sighed. "She's okay I guess," he said. "I mean she is nice and all most of the time, but she just seems so strict sometimes y'know? It seems like everything I like is 'Of the Devil' somedays. I bring home a CD, she's all ready to burn it. I can't date any girls that she doesn't know from church. Even now I'm supposed to be 'delivering the good word' to you but just don't feel like it." Alex took another huge bite of sandwich.
Lilly smiled. "Oh good god, your mother. You think she would have given up on an old hellion like me years ago. I don't know where I went wrong with that girl, I swear. Her brothers certainly didn't turn out like that. Your mother never agreed with a lot of my beliefs. I always thought it was more important to stress devotion to humanity over devotion to some silly god. Coffee? Oh, you don't drink coffee do you?"
"Coffee's fine grandma."
"So are you meeting a nice young ladies right now? A strong, handsome boy like you must be flooded with offers."
Alex blushed. "Well there is one girl that I'm seeing right now, but I'm not really sure how I feel about her. I mean she's nice and all, but she's from our church and she thinks that, um, er, well, that uh sex is disgusting." Alex finished, embarrassed.
"She doesn't like fucking hmm?" Lilly said as easily as if she had been talking about the weather. Alex was stunned. Lilly smiled at his reaction. "Oh don't act so shocked. I know what those words and I know what they mean. Believe me, when your grandpa was your age, he did a lot of fucking." She smiled. She was enjoying scandalizing her poor grandson.
"Y-yes, she does. She thinks it's filthy and a sin and all kinds of other stuff. She won't even let me kiss her. We've been dating for three months."
"You poor dear. You should break it off. You certainly don't need that kind of treatment. You should be getting a chance to sow your wild oats while you can, and I'll be damned if I'm going to see my favorite grandbaby wind up in the hands of a prude. Oh, the mail must be here. Would you be a dear and go get it? You can just take it to my room. I'll be cleaning up in here."
