After affects of Hurricane Ian.
Growing up, gramps, was the only one, who showed me any affection. Even though I realize now, it was more sexual attraction than emotional affection, I love him for what he did give me at the time. Actually, to rationalize it further, he helped me embrace my sexual feelings, unlike my step-mother who mentally made me feel less than my siblings, because of those feelings. She liked to remind me, that I was a bastard (the same name is used for a boy or girl, born out of wedlock), born out of lust, not love. After finding out a little more about my real mother, being a free spirt and uninhibited, I do feel my step-mother was jealous of her and taking her feelings out on me, was her way of coping with being just a traditional dull person.
When we met my step-parents at the airport, they had brought gramps along as well, but took him to stay at a nursing home, run by friends of theirs. I assume they did not want to impose on us that much, but more to the thought of them having to take care of his daily needs, would cut into their time to visit old friends.
He did look frail, but he smiled at me. It was before the pandemic arrived, since we had visited him.
About a week after he first came down to the lower level, my step-father called down again and asked if he could visit with me again, as his wife was using the car, to visit with friends. I yelled up “sure”. He brought down some of husbands newly backed goodies and I put on some fresh coffee. Being naked as usual, I could tell he was staring at my back side while I fixed coffee. When I brought the coffee over, he mentioned my “BBC” tattoo, just above my ass-crack, or tushy, a yiddish word, that he called it.
I must have turned several shades of red, as I had been careful to wear a high cut, one piece bathing suit, to hide my tattoo, when we swam in the association pool down at their condo in Naples Florida. With a big lecherous smile on his face, he said that he noticed the tattoo the last time and he checked with a friend about its meaning. He asked me if I was “Shtupping” with “Schvartzes”? In English, was I having sexual intercourse with blacks?
I nodded yes. He had caught me off guard. I was naked and a little ashamed of myself at that moment, but it turned me on that he found out about my “dark” side, even though I could not face him and I turned away, with my “BBC” tattoo facing him. All of a sudden he pressed his body against mine and grabbed both of my breasts. I was overwhelmed with lust and I blurted out “gramps”, as that was who came to mind for me. He whispered in my ear, “you are so much like your real mother”. I was as wet as could be, thinking that he thought I was like her. He then let go of my breasts and said “we should visit Zayde”. Jewish for granddad. I would drive, after getting dressed. Jenny.
When we met my step-parents at the airport, they had brought gramps along as well, but took him to stay at a nursing home, run by friends of theirs. I assume they did not want to impose on us that much, but more to the thought of them having to take care of his daily needs, would cut into their time to visit old friends.
He did look frail, but he smiled at me. It was before the pandemic arrived, since we had visited him.
About a week after he first came down to the lower level, my step-father called down again and asked if he could visit with me again, as his wife was using the car, to visit with friends. I yelled up “sure”. He brought down some of husbands newly backed goodies and I put on some fresh coffee. Being naked as usual, I could tell he was staring at my back side while I fixed coffee. When I brought the coffee over, he mentioned my “BBC” tattoo, just above my ass-crack, or tushy, a yiddish word, that he called it.
I must have turned several shades of red, as I had been careful to wear a high cut, one piece bathing suit, to hide my tattoo, when we swam in the association pool down at their condo in Naples Florida. With a big lecherous smile on his face, he said that he noticed the tattoo the last time and he checked with a friend about its meaning. He asked me if I was “Shtupping” with “Schvartzes”? In English, was I having sexual intercourse with blacks?
I nodded yes. He had caught me off guard. I was naked and a little ashamed of myself at that moment, but it turned me on that he found out about my “dark” side, even though I could not face him and I turned away, with my “BBC” tattoo facing him. All of a sudden he pressed his body against mine and grabbed both of my breasts. I was overwhelmed with lust and I blurted out “gramps”, as that was who came to mind for me. He whispered in my ear, “you are so much like your real mother”. I was as wet as could be, thinking that he thought I was like her. He then let go of my breasts and said “we should visit Zayde”. Jewish for granddad. I would drive, after getting dressed. Jenny.
3年前
