Another Side of Franny
"Dinner was excellent, mom," Chris said, a satisfied smile on his face. He sat back in his chair and started rubbing his belly.
"Thanks, sweetheart. I'm glad you enjoyed the food."
"There's another reason we asked you here tonight, though," his father chimed in.
Chris looked into the faces of his parents sitting across the table from him. His mother, Dawn, was an African-American woman with smooth ebony skin and long braided hair that was just beginning to show hints of grey. His father, Philip, was a White man with a shaved head and a thick beard. Dawn always said she loved how rough it made her husband look. Chris took after his mother in the face, with higher, more prominent cheekbones, a softer chin, and a slightly broad nose. His 6-foot, athletic frame came from his father, though. He even shaved his head like Philip, but didn't grow his facial hair as much as his father. His honey complexion and light brown eyes finished off the biracial mixture.
"Um, what else is there? Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong," Dawn reassured him. "It's more like we need a favor."
"Your grandma Franny is having her house renovated, and we wanted to know if you could stay with her while they are working on it," Philip said.
"We would feel more comfortable if someone could be around the house with her while those contractors are gong in and out."
"How long is this gonna be?" Chris asked.
"Probably just a couple of weeks," Dawn said. "Just while they work on the guest bedroom."
"Does Franny know I'm coming?"
"No, she has no idea we're even asking you. You know how independent my mother is," Philip said, chuckling.
"But we also know she can't turn down her only grandson," Dawn added, smiling.
"Alright, I'll do it." Chris said, shrugging his shoulders. Since he was a freelance writer, it wouldn't be a burden for him to stay with his grandmother for a couple of weeks. He just had to let his roommate know.
A week later, and after a phone call where Chris was more asking to stay than suggesting, he was arriving at his grandmother's home. It was a ranch-style house with a garage, driveway, front porch, and a back deck that could be reached from the kitchen through a sliding glass door. Chris parked his car in the driveway and walked up to the door.
Before he could even ring the bell, the door was opening. Franny stood there, all five feet four inches of her, and smiled up at her grandson. "Hi Franny," Chris said, bending down to hug her. His arms wrapped around her soft body.
"Hi Chris," she responded, hugging him back and kissing him on the cheek. They broke the embrace and Chris stepped back. Franny was in her late 60's, but was still a lively, energetic woman. She had a body that was a little thick, like she had been just slightly chubby in her younger years. Her hair was mostly grey, but you could still tell that she was a dark brunette. Her fair skin was a little wrinkled, but not so much that she looked "old". Overall, Franny looked a little younger than her actual age.
Franny was wearing red capri pants and a loose pink blouse. On her feet she had on black strappy sandals. Chris could see that she had painted her toes deep red. "Come on in out this heat," Franny said, stepping aside. Chris followed her into the house.
The two of them spent the afternoon catching up. Chris told his grandmother about what was going on in his life, like how he was currently single and enjoying the dating scene. Chris always found it easy to talk to his grandmother, and they could spend hours chatting about anything.
That night, Chris was getting ready to go to sleep. He had to get up early in the morning to help Franny finish cleaning, because the contractors were coming to start the work. He had gotten a sheet from the linen closet and was preparing to sleep on the sofa. Franny came into the living room to check on her grandson. Chris couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a silver satin chemise that came down to the middle of her thighs. It had spaghetti straps and decorative lacing around the breast area. Franny was also barefoot, her footsteps almost silent on the wood floor.
"Are you gonna be okay, sweety?" Franny asked, standing in front of Chris.
"Yeah, Franny, I'll be fine," he replied, smiling.
"Okay, then. Goodnight, baby," she said. Franny leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, and for a brief moment, Chris got a glimpse down his grandmother's chemise. He managed to keep his face composed, not letting Franny know.
"Goodnight, Franny," he replied. He watched her walk away towards her bedroom before he took his clothes off. Down to only his boxers, he managed to find a comfortable position before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Franny walked into the living room to wake her grandson up. She smiled when she saw him on the couch. Chris had managed to kick off the sheet, and it was bunched up on the floor. Leaning over to pick up the sheet, she glanced up and stopped. Chris' boxers had bunched up a little, and Franny could see the head of his cock peeking out from the bottom. Moving slowly, she placed the sheet back over Chris, making sure that her hand briefly grazed his tool. It felt thick and soft, as though it was semi-hard.
"Wake up, sweetheart," she said, gently shaking Chris' shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes and thought for a second that he must be dreaming. The same view that he had last night down Franny's lingerie greeted him this morning, except that it wasn't brief. And this time, he was able to see one of her dark-pink nipples.
"Hey Franny," he said, tearing himself away from the view and looking up into her honey-colored eyes. "What time is it?"
"It's seven. The workers are supposed to be here at nine, which gives us time to eat and get the last of the stuff ready."
"Okay. I'll go shower and get dressed."
Franny walked into her room and Chris went into the bathroom. He stepped into the tub, slid the glass door shut, and turned on the hot water. He closed his eyes and relaxed, the shower soothing the minor aches he got in his back and neck from sleeping on that couch. He wasn't going to tell Franny that the couch was uncomfortable to sleep on. If this was what he had to go through to help his grandmother, he could do it.
Finishing his shower, Chris stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Because the guest room was being renovated, Chris was keeping his clothes in Franny's bedroom. He walked down the hall and, finding the door to the room ajar, pushed it open and walked in.
Standing by the foot of the bed was Franny. She was naked with her back to the door, and Chris. The woman was bending over, pulling on a pair of underwear.
"I'm so sorry!" Chris exclaimed. Startled by the sound of his voice, Franny stood up with a start and was beginning to turn around, but Chris was already backing out of the room. He returned to the bathroom to wait for Franny to leave the bedroom, and to gather his thoughts.
Thinking back on the moment, a couple of things stood out in Chris' mind. The first was the fact that the underwear Franny was pulling on weren't the typical "granny bloomers" that one usually associated with a woman her age, but instead a pair of purple bikini briefs,
The second, and most important, fact that kept his head spinning was that, over her ass, was a tattoo of a rose with thorns spreading out to the sides. Franny had a tramp stamp! Chris would never have imagined that his grandmother would have a tattoo, especially one there on her lower back.
"Chris! I'm done in the bedroom," he heard Franny call out. He opened the door enough to peek out, and saw her looking towards the bathroom. He walked out and kept his head down as he made his way back to the bedroom. He was glad that he was dark enough that blushing didn't show up on his face.
"I-I-I-I'm sorry about that, Franny." Chris kept his head down, his gaze focused on Franny's bare feet. He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes. "I should have knocked first."
"It's okay, baby," the older woman responded to her grandson, her tone both soothing and amused. "Besides, it was partially my fault for not closing the door all the way."
"But I shouldn't have..."
"Chris, it's okay," she cut him off. "Go get dressed. I'll get breakfast started." Chris just nodded in agreement and entered the bedroom, making sure the door was closed all the way before getting dressed.
Wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt, Chris walked into the kitchen. The smell of cooking bacon filled the air. Franny was in front of the stove, dressed in a purple casual tank top that was loose, flowing, and came down to her waist, and black capri pants. She was just finishing cooking. As Chris sat down, she put a plate in front of him, a simple breakfast of bacon and eggs. The two of them began eating in awkward silence. Chris still didn't know what to say after walking in on his grandmother.
"Chris, do you mean to tell me that I'm so ugly and wrinkled that just the sight of my bare ass made you go mute?" Franny asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
"No, Franny, not at all," Chris blurted, his eyes wide.
"I mean, I know I've left men speechless before, but this is something else," she continued, a smirk on her face.
"Franny, that's not it at all. It's just..."
"Chris, like I said, it's okay. Accidents happen. Besides, it was just an ass. I'm sure you've seen plenty of younger, better-looking ass."
"Well, I don't know," Chris stammered.
"Your mom has a nice ass. I know for a fact that's one of the reasons your father liked her."
"Franny!" Chris exclaimed. He looked up and saw a huge smile on her face. "Okay, okay, I get it," he said laughing.
"So you okay now? Did I startle words into your mouth again?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," he chuckled.
"Good. Now let's finish eating so we can move the last of the stuff out the room."
They continued eating, but Chris knew there was something he needed to know. "Franny, there
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