I am over at Gran’s, I just took out her Pug, an awesome bulldog, some say a Pug is a lot of dog in a small space. He is funny and I like taking care of him, taking him for walks and he loves belly rubs. Gran loves him and wants him to be taken out a few times a day to reduce bladder strain.
I see a number of pairs of half-glasses, all with nicely beaded chains in pearls or clear glass beads with a few colored beads as well, these are silver or gold half-moon or the half-square style I call Granny’s, and for who knows what reason they get me turned on down under. One pair of gold half-rounds by her end of the sofa with the stifle lamp a pair in the kitchen a pair of gold Granny’s by her Baldwin Model L piano in her piano room.
When I see Gran in half-glasses, that does something for me, they get me hard, as do her black and silver ovals, the traditional librarian’s glasses with the half-moons in the bottom to read stock market numbers and phone books. I always make sure they are sparkling clean when I finish having my way with them, feeling that Gran would never know what is going on with them and her grandson.
Gran retired but you wouldn’t think so, she is always running off to someplace or other like an antique show or a cultural event. She can be so warm and loving or so business-like and it seems like no one can ever really get time
in to talk to her.
It is a few days later and Gran asks me to come over to her place and I do so. It is a cool slightly damp day and she has an old Glenwood laundry heater going and the place is quite cozy. She also has coffee put up and oatmeal cookies to boot.
“Harv, I want to thank you very much for taking care of my Pug Bandit, I really do appreciate it and I am sure his bladder does as well.”
“He is a fun dig Gran, funny and he really seems to be quite deliberate in what and when he wants something.”
“Harv, you ride a motorcycle, and you’re around twenty-three years old so I know I am going to get an honest answer from you, right?”
She is something else, donning a pair of silver half-moon style glasses hanging from a glass neck chain with small purple beads in it.
“Would you know how some short and curlies found their way into my beaded glasses chain?” Gran asks me, not in an angry voice, but more like slightly miffed and curious.”
I know Gran enough that trying to wangle my way out of something is so not going to work and if I am honest, this could work out.
“Yes Gran, I know all about that, I was taking care of some needs and they were very nice to do things with.”
I know Gran wanted me to be honest with her but is there such a thing as too much honesty? I decide to mention her
patent black hi heels as they also have quite the effect on my anatomy.
She is in her chair with her chin sitting on her thumb and forefinger, her elbow on her knee, “So Harv, what led to this event happening?”
“Well, Gran, to be flat out with it – you.”
“Continue…”
“Gran I never had girlfriends in school, never bothered going to the Prom either, No girl, what is the sense of going to the prom. Anyway, I’d rather hang out with an older woman. I do that at work anyway over at Defiance Textiles up in the folding or finishing dept. Gran, older women are great to talk to. I mean there are a few ladies I am friendly with, I talk to them a lot about various things and the way they dress…”
“Really? Why?
“Well from my experience, it is like whenever I talk to a girl my age, somehow it seems she thinks I want to do her.”
“Do you want to do her?” Asks Gran in a pleasant way.
“NO.”
Gran is cleaning her silver half-moon-style glasses with the hem of her skirt. Those reading glasses are sparkling and I am getting hard.
“Why do you not want to, as you call it, do her? Frankly, I haven’t heard that in quite a while, the usual expression is to ‘jump her bones.”
“Well Gran, I guess you think I am like every other guy huh? A wolf? Do her but have no idea about her at all? Aside from the fact I could have done someone’s sister and have a few guys meet with me with six-inch blades.”
“Harv, you are quite serious. I’m sorry, I had no idea you are much more mature than I realized.”
“Gran I used to talk to the school’s Librarian, a very nice woman who knew so much, she may have known I liked her looks. I know I had thoughts about her and maybe because she got me thinking of Aunt Bea from Andy of Mayberry…”
“Did you have a crush on Frances Bavier?”
“Maybe. Anyway Gran I know what I was doing was symbolically loving you, I guess some could get their bra straps twisted, saying you’re twisted but I really don’t care what some think, it keeps me from looking at things from different venues if all our thoughts have to stay in the box, we might never think outside the box.”
“Well yes, some could and would say that those are incestuous thoughts, Frankly I think it was really rather sweet what you were doing, If everyone never did what they thought could be nice, millions of people would be in the class of the living dead.”
“So Gran, since you’re being so nice about this, could I take you out to dinner?”
“What is the matter with you? Do you honestly think I’d pass up a good dinner?”
“Where do you want to go Gran?”
“I’m thinkin’ Italian.”
“When?”
“How about now?”
“You mean like right now – now?”
“That’s right Harv a nice salad, breadsticks, red wine…”
“Let’s see what happens to your sausage n balls.”
So here we are at a well-known Italian place, munchin’ on a great salad and talking.
Ted Bundy, a notorious serial killer had just been executed in Florida’s electric chair and me wanting to keep up with current events just had to joke about it.
Gran wondered if he got a charge out of it.
“Some say, ‘A lampshade over his head reduced glare,” I tell her.
“O.K. Harv, enough gallows humor.”
Gran reached over and re-arranged my sausage and meatballs, giving me the idea of what I hoped would happen later by means of an Italian’s genitalia.
“Harv, I want you to write about what you did, what was going through that mind of lust as you had your way with Gran’s half-glasses, was that the only pair you did things with?”
“No, your black ovals and gold half-square style were used in the scenario as well, I had them sitting on the heel of your patent black dress heels and talking to you asking what you think about being bedded by your grandson. Then I cleaned up everything with your bra and washed it in the sink and hung it to dry.”
“Harv, you need a woman, an older woman, a woman for you to brush her hair and wash her up in the shower after we made passionate love, A woman to write about, your fantasies with her – with me. How do you like that idea?”
“Gran that is so nice, I can see myself brushing your hair in the evenings, after you gave me a lesson on how to read sheet music, that opus ten number three of Chopin’s, someone wrote a piece, So deep is the night. his woman Aurora Dudevant of french heritage was a novelist of some rather crusty stories, she had been experiencing the first glass ceiling, meaning she had to take on the name of George Sands if she wanted to get anywhere in the business of writing. Fred did muff it pretty badly when he sided with her daughter on some issue, a great pianist, maybe the best ever but not agreeing with her caused a big spat, and about that time he died.”
“Harv, I am impressed, you are deeper than I had imagined. You can play the upper line I’ll play the base and I bet you’ll be leaning back to peer through Gran’s half-glasses?” Hmmm, you think so?”
“I do gran, Ya know a few months ago when I wired up a few plug sockets and you went out to see Jenna, when you came back, there was something that happened, maybe being Spring, the Lilac trees, the soft glow of light in you half-glasses as they hung across your blossoms by a femnin’ looking pearl chain. the soft highlights in your hair…”
Gran looks at me with love and softness of her features I have not really seen.
“Harv, when did you get so romantic? This is wonderful, A woman wants, needs romance.”
“Gran, I think about you a lot, think about going to the park in Buzzards Bay having a picnic and walking along the canal coming back later, and doing a lesson in music.…
“Or Gran teasing you with her half-moon style glasses and high heels…”
“Yup that works.”
“You know Harv? the way you are, I bet you would be great at writing erotic stories then we could do some role play?”
“How about we get back to our house Harv?”
“Our house Gran?”
“Oh yes, you should be out on your own, and what if I had some needs to be taken care of? I don’t want to have to wait days and I think we can be very content.”
“I can be in by this evening Gran.”
“You know you will be required to keep my glasses spotless and sparkling, you know that right?”
“I do now Gran and I like that very much.”
We are back at Gran’s place and she is getting ready to do things.
Gran is disrobing and neatly hangs her blouse, skirt, and slip.
Gran is up on the bed with her patent black uppers still on. “So Gran, it looks like you want to do things with your heels?
“I hadn’t thought of that, but I want to see what you did with them.”
“Give me one of them, Gran. I’ll show you what I did.” She gives me a stiletto-type heel black and glossy and I take a pair of gold half-square glasses with a glass beaded chain and have the glasses sitting on that spiked heel.
I talk to the shoe, “Gran, I want to rub your glasses over the top of your nipple, then run the beaded chain past the side of your nipple making it quiver, then run your sweet half-mons through your pussy and rub your moons over your labia getting your sex all over your glasses and for you to see me licking your love off your glasses, what do you say about that?”
Gran looks at me in sweet disbelief.
“Harv, you really know about things! Do this to me!”
And I do.
“Oh Harv, go in!”
“Really Gran?”
“Yes really!”
Gran is so tight and I know I am filling her up quite nice, the soft light of a bedside lamp sparkling in her sweet half-moon style glasses in time to the up-stroke, sort of like a spark plug firing on compression and we are both going to feel the power of love, that is for damn sure.
“Faster Harv!”
I roll on the throttle, my arms around my Gran, in the back of my mind Chopin’s etude is playing, yup opus ten number three, a touching piece of music. Gran stiffened up a few times and I filled her with hi-test bug juice. Gran, I am sure is going to feel like a new woman for a while.
We talk for a while holding each other lovingly and fall into a sweet sleep.
