Hurricane Ian, gramps and the hooker.
Remembering what my step father said, about gramps and schvartze’s, I had him cover my BBC tattoo that was just above my ass-crack, with 2 large band aids. After he put them on me, he grabbed my ass-cheeks and told me, “just like your real mother’s tushy”. To say I was taken by surprise, not by him playing grab ass with me, I understand men, but by him comparing me to my real mother, was an understatement. I blurted out “WHAT”. He told me he would tell me more, on the drive over. I was beside myself, but I still knew that I needed to dress as sexy as I could for gramps and then find out more, about what my step-father knew, about my real mother.
I chose an all black outfit. Hooker high heels, a leather mini skirt and a leather vest, no bra or panties. Just enough to cover me, but slutty in a sultry way.
As we got in my car, my skirt rode up to my pussy, showing off my bald muff. He just stared at my goodies and I knew he had no choice but to tell me, what he knew about my real mother. He stuttered a little but composed himself and told me her family were Jewish/Gypsies from Romania and some of them were married at the start of their persecution by the Nazis, at the beginning of WW2.
He was filling my mind up and emptying my heart, while I was trying to concentrate on driving. He did not know much about my real father, other than he was married and had several c***dren. When I was given up for adoption, they gave her a plane ticket to Romania and some money. Her family here, wanted nothing to do with her because of the shame she brought to her family.
We arrived at the nursing home and we were greeted by a black man. I took him aside and asked him if he would give us some privacy with gramps. After checking me out, he told me “bringing him a hooker, might not make him any less nasty”. I giggled and told him, “I’m not a hooker, he is my grandfather”. He told me, “we do have rules”. Knowing that nursing home workers have to have up to date covid and flu shots and boosters, I lifted my skirt and told him he would be well compensated later, when I would stop back. He smiled the kind of smile I am used to and told me “you will not be disturbed”. He told me, he would be getting off work at 8 P. M. Jenny.
I chose an all black outfit. Hooker high heels, a leather mini skirt and a leather vest, no bra or panties. Just enough to cover me, but slutty in a sultry way.
As we got in my car, my skirt rode up to my pussy, showing off my bald muff. He just stared at my goodies and I knew he had no choice but to tell me, what he knew about my real mother. He stuttered a little but composed himself and told me her family were Jewish/Gypsies from Romania and some of them were married at the start of their persecution by the Nazis, at the beginning of WW2.
He was filling my mind up and emptying my heart, while I was trying to concentrate on driving. He did not know much about my real father, other than he was married and had several c***dren. When I was given up for adoption, they gave her a plane ticket to Romania and some money. Her family here, wanted nothing to do with her because of the shame she brought to her family.
We arrived at the nursing home and we were greeted by a black man. I took him aside and asked him if he would give us some privacy with gramps. After checking me out, he told me “bringing him a hooker, might not make him any less nasty”. I giggled and told him, “I’m not a hooker, he is my grandfather”. He told me, “we do have rules”. Knowing that nursing home workers have to have up to date covid and flu shots and boosters, I lifted my skirt and told him he would be well compensated later, when I would stop back. He smiled the kind of smile I am used to and told me “you will not be disturbed”. He told me, he would be getting off work at 8 P. M. Jenny.
2 years ago
