As she spoke, she had placed her hand on mine holding her breast. She obviously had no problem with me doing it. Quite the opposite, actually, as I could feel a small pebble-like object poke into the palm of my hand, that wasn’t so pronounced when she began her speech. I had no idea how to handle that. On one hand, I’d love to take advantage of her apparent gratitude and make her pay for all the pain she had caused me. On the other hand, I was still hurting and, after the session with Claire, knew for sure that I really needed to let my stomach muscles heal first. So, I shook it off, got out of bed and back to work.
Logan showed up in my doorway multiple times during the day, looking quite unhappy when I was just working, but right out frustrated when one of the others was with me. All the while, I was growing more and more anxious about those guys simply selling the videos to some porn site to make up for Logan’s continued refusal to pay them. I decided to discuss that with Bill, first thing Monday morning.
That day began differently than planned, though.
I had a wonderful dream about the night I spent with Claire. I got to relive the loving teasing she had subjected me to before getting my permission to take care of my needs. Sadly, the dream ended before it moved on to the main part. Interestingly, though, the sensations remained.
As I opened my eyes, I realized that I wasn’t alone in my bed. Just like I had gone to bed alone on Saturday night and woke up with Ava next to me on Sunday morning, I went to bed alone on Sunday night and woke up with my grandmother next to me on Monday morning! She was lying on her side facing me from the right, her arm extended above my head so the fingers of her left hand could caress my left cheek. Her face was buried in the nape of my neck to kiss it, while the fingernails of her right hand lightly scraped up and down the length of my hard shaft that was still covered by my tight shorts.
“Wha ... Granny?” I asked, my voice still hoarse after just waking up.
“Good morning, Pumpkin!” she purred.
My eyes wandered down her body in an attempt to fully understand what was going on, causing her to smile and position herself in a way that I could take in the sight. She was basically naked. All she wore were frilly panties underneath an almost fully transparent negligee that allowed me to realize where Claire got her breasts from. Granny’s were the same size and shape, though hers had quite a bit of sag to them. Which, interestingly, didn’t make them look the least bit less fun to play with! Actually, I could imagine myself enjoying it quite a bit if she were to let those things literally smother me. The fact that she could clearly feel my dick not softening at all while taking in her form seemed to make her happy.
“Uh ... what are you doing here?”
“Cuddle duty, Pumpkin. It’s my turn today.” she informed me in a sultry tone, “Did you know that you mumble in your sleep?”
“No. What did I say?” I didn’t like where this was going.
“You kept calling me ‘Mommy’. Now, if you insist, I can call your mother here. But how about you let Granny take care of this?”
As she said that last word, she switched from scraping her fingernails over my shaft, to rubbing it by pressing her fingertips against it. I admit, I was tempted. But I quickly realized that my interest in them was considerably lower when I was fully awake and remembered why I didn’t like them.
“It’s a compelling offer, Granny. But I need to get back to work.” I said matter of fact, causing her hand to abruptly stop moving.
“What? Are ... are you sure, Pumpkin?” she seemed genuinely surprised about me rebuffing her. She caught herself quickly, though, and returned to her sultry voice while now actually grabbing my shaft through the shorts. “This here certainly feels like it could use some loving attention.”
“Thanks, but it’ll go away on its own once I get to pee.” I said, climbed out of bed, and left the room. The last thing I saw, before rounding the corner, was her looking at me in utter disbelief.
The first thing I did, after getting ready to leave, was visit the school to turn in my prolonged sick note, so they knew I would be gone until school opened up in January again. They gave me the login-data for a website on which I could work on assignments and not be totally behind when I could go back to class. Then I drove over to the Firm and went directly into Bill’s office.
“Look at how much money they’re stashing.” I pointed out when I showed him the surveillance video I copied.
“Well, that somewhat confirms the cash cleaning.” he stated, not even batting an eye when seeing the cash. It wasn’t an unusual amount for him, since he was used to transporting money for clients. Then he turned towards me but pointed at the monitor. “Kid, how the hell did you get this?”
