If you've been following my adventure, you know how my grandmother and I became lovers, how we've explored our sexuality thanks to my motorcycle club, and how much we love to fuck each other. All good things must come to an end. Or, that's what I thought when I got the phone call from my dad, the same asshole who had kicked me out of the house and right into the arms of my sexy, loving grandmother.
I was just out of the shower when my cel phone rang. Grandma had already left the house to do some grocery shopping.
"Yeah," I said into the phone.
"I know what you're doing, Mike." My dad's voice was reproachful.
"Hi, Dad," I answered. "How are you?"
"I know what you're doing with your grandmother," he stated flatly.
I felt the blood rush to my face. How could he know about that?
"What are you talking about, dad?"
There was a pause. I heard him take a deep breath.
"I know you're living over there with Shirley."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"And your point is?" I asked.
"And, I know you've got her riding that damned motorcycle."
"Ok, dad. If you say so."
Irritation began to creep into his voice. "I don't just say so. Mr. and Mrs. Barnard saw you two riding together last weekend."
"Hey," I said. "If they want to join us, tell them we're happy to have them."
"You're not funny, Mike," my dad continued. "I don't want you dragging Shirley into your fucked up life."
I took a deep breath, feeling the anger rising in me. "Hey, Dad. News flash. Shirley is an adult. She can make up her own mind about things."
Silence on the phone. Then a sigh.
"Ok," my dad said in a calmer voice. "You're right. But, Mike, she's an old lady. You don't know what people say when they see her on a bike. They think she's gone bananas."
I chuckled. "Well, then, maybe they should give it a try. A few more bananas in the world wouldn't be a bad thing."
My dad switched into his "reasonable" mode.
"Mike," he said flatly. "I'm sorry I lost my temper. Ok. I'm sorry I was so rash. I probably shouldn't have kicked you out of the apartment. I want you to come over. We can have dinner together. Talk."
I smiled. Wow. This was the first time I'd ever heard my dad express regret.
"Ok," I answered. "I can do that."
Dad sighed. "Great. Come on over tomorrow night at 6. Gladys will cook up something good. And, bring Shirley over. We can all have a nice family talk."
Gladys was dad's new girlfriend. He'd run through a string of them after divorcing my mom. Mom had fled town after the divorce. Last thing I heard, she was living in Denver. I hadn't seen her in ten years.
Like all his other girlfriends, Gladys was nothing like my mom. She had been sweet and gentle. Gladys was cold and bitchy. Still, in some things my dad was consistent. My mom, like her mother, my new lover, was short and curvy. Gladys was a bit taller but still as curvy. She liked to show off her gym-toned body which, for a 40 year-old, was still in great shape. Problem was, the hot body was matched by such and icy personality.
I sighed and left grandma a note about our new dinner date. Then, I trucked on over to the gym.
Grandma was about as thrilled as I was about dinner with Dad. She'd never taken to her son-in-law and had become even less happy about him after the divorce.
"Well, baby," she said as she pulled on her plain but tight-fitting dress the next afternoon. "Let's just get this over with. We'll have dinner. Hear your dad out, and then come back here and take a bike ride."
I grinned. "I'll need that after dinner with him."
Granny gave me a kiss on the cheek and squeezed my hand.
"Now, zip me up, lover-boy."
We decided not to add gas to the fire and drove granny's Buick over to Dad's. He was waiting outside when we pulled up in the driveway.
"Hello, Shirley," he said as he extended his hand to grandma. "You look great."
Shirley smiled weakly. "Thanks, Tom."
Indeed, grandma did look good, despite her toned down outfit - - a simple tan dress, some modest heels, and sparse makeup. The gesture toward frumpiness couldn't completely hide her sexy body or her lovely face.
"Hey, Mike," dad said, taking my hand. "Good to see you, son."
"Thanks, dad. Good to see you too."
"Where's the bike?" he asked hopefully.
"Back at granny's, in the garage," I answered. "We thought the Buick made more sense tonight."
I winked at grandma. My dad sighed and ushered us through the kitchen door.
Inside, Gladys stood next to the kitchen island munching on some bread with a glass of white wine in her hand. I could see dad's attraction. Gladys wore a short, casual skirt which showed off her tanned athletic legs. Her top, a v-neck, turquoise t-shirt, showed off her big firm breasts. She wore her hair in a stylish, short cut. She glanced up at me as I entered, a look of contempt flashing across her face.
"Hi, Mike," she said with a forced smile. "How are you?"
I decided to turn the tables a bit.
"Wow, Gladys," I answered warmly. "You look fantastic. Wow. Have you been working out?"
Her eyes registered confusion. She'd expected my usual indifference. I saw her face relax a bit.
"Thanks," she said with a more genuine smile. "Yes. I've started this new Pilates program."
"Well," I said, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it gently. "That Pilates program is really working. You look fantastic."