It was time to have some fun. Some real fun. I needed to play with this new toy I had, and I wanted spend some time learning about myself sexually. Since Grandma Jolene was convinced she had to be my love slave in order to be a good Christian (my Debate team experience, some quick Bible study, and her shitty marriage to my Grandad helped a lot with that), it was time I put her to good use. What else was a 19 year old grandson to do?
Today was one of the days I stayed at home while Grandad went to his car top shop. He never came home during the day, as he hated his house and barely tolerated his wife. Jolene was busy in the garage organizing the preserves and jarred vegetables. I snuck into her bedroom and started going through her drawers and closets. I had been surprised to see the sexy underwear she had on when I had first fucked her the other night. They were as sexy as anything in the Victoria's Secret catalogue. But I wanted something else, and I found what I was looking for.
I called Jolene into the bedroom. She was wearing loose jeans, and a loose button up top with her salt and pepper hair up in a kerchief. It was one her usual housewife attires that successfully hid her magnificent body. She was a little dusty from working in the garage, and she eyed me cautiously as she wiped some grime from her forehead.
"Is it time already for me to service my Christian devotion?"
"Yes, but not in the way you think." She looked surprised. "For now." I added quickly. "Here." I handed her a bag, and some towels. She looked inside the bag.
"What is this?" she asked tentatively.
"Hair dye and all the things you need to dye it. The color is very close to your original, and a lovely shade to contrast with your skin, I do think."
"You want me to dye my hair?"
"Yes. Many women do it. Many women your age do it. Why not?"
"It's a needless adornment for one thing."
"I would find it pleasing."
"The women at church will talk. I mean, I have spoken against this kind of..."
"Tell them it's for your health. The color helps protect your hair."
"Jake, I'm not stupid."
"Jolene, I know that. If you were I wouldn't want to fuck you."
"Don't swear in this house."
"I apologize. Now go dye that hair, and come back to me and we'll continue."
She looked a little sheepish as she asked, " And then, will we...you know...?"
"Participate in our Christian duty? That depends on you. Now hustle up. I have other things for you."
She looked playfully disappointed and then curious. They were girlish emotions, and you'd think they would look silly and out of place on her Grandma features, but they didn't. It made her even cuter, I thought. Grandpa hadn't payed any attention to her in years. I think she might like being the center of my attention for awhile.
It only took a couple of hours. The new color had worked well. Jolene's big smile told me she thought so as well. I then handed her a picture and another bag.
"Oh Lord, now what...hold on..." she said as she looked at the photograph. "This is me from my glory years. And all this hairspray..." She looked up in horror. "You surely don't intend for me to. . ."
I took the picture back from her. "I found this in one of the photo albums, you look really hot in this outfit, and that hair is amazing." The photo was from the mid Sixties, and Jolene's dark hair was in a small beehive look with some sort of bangs in the front. I don't speak the language of hairstyles very well, but it was the kind of hairstyle all those great 1960's girl groups had, you know, Gidget, Patty Duke, that kind of look. Her dress was s tight polyester chinos and top with a bullet bra that turned her amazing tits into Weapons for National Defense.
"I look ridiculous." Jolene look incredulous.
"It's hot. And I want to see you, all for myself in that hairstyle just once. And then you can go back to your regular look."
"But. .. why?" She was genuinely confused.
I smiles. "Because I like to look at you. And I want to look at you in these clothes."
It took a few seconds for it to sink in, that someone would take pleasure in looking at her. I enjoyed watching her face change for bafflement, to embarrassment to pride. "You are going to just look at me, in these clothes?" she asked coyly.
"For starters. Oh, and here's the other stuff."
"Oh my, oh lord. I haven't climbed into this gear for years. Hope I can remember it all."
"Well do you best, start with your hair, and I'm going to watch you as I please."
She smiled. "All right, you're the boss." She went to go sit at her make up table.
"Take your robe off.", I told her from my chair just behind her.
She looked at me through the reflection in the mirror, and then slowly, with her eyes always on mine, lowered her robe off of her body and watched me as I drank in her lovely curves. She didn't think I meant it, that I wanted to just look at her for a while. As I stared at her, and then moved my chair so I could see more of her naked body, I could tell she was finally starting to believe that I wanted to look at her. That I was turned on just by seeing her. That her body could give me pleasure just from the viewing of it.
She began to put her hair up in that Sixties style, and I watched her the entire time. Her arms, her shoulders, her thighs...I didn't have to rush through this like some hasty College Freshman party hook up. I could delight in this lovely body, and just relax into the vision instead of being consumed by the chase. As she continued, an odd thing happened. She didn't start to look younger, but she started to look more...powerful, I guess. Her wrinkles didn't go away, but as the hairstyle that carried her through her halcyon days returned, it seemed that some of that confidence and vigor returned as well. Her eyes were brighter, her hands more nimble, her spine a little straighter. Her eyes would seek me out in the reflection of her mirror, and she like to see me watching her, as I always was.
