The Grandma an old lady takes in a young girl and gets done

    Sheriff John Caddy drove slowly by the Henderson house. His
eyes took in every detail, from the metal gate to the gabled ends
and Spanish tile on the roof. The gate was bordered by huge
stone abutments, which narrowed down to normal metal slats and
posts made in the shape of spears. It was a typical Victorian
era house, and he wanted it. He had almost married into the
Henderson family before Lorie and the rest of her family died in
a tragic car accident. Nobody approached the property, they
feared the old lady. But he wanted it. As he pulled away a
wretched looking waif stumbled out of the bushes near the gate
and watched him drive off.

    Robin stopped by a huge metal gate and huddled against the
cold winter wind. The wind buffeted her frail body, she cried
softly to herself, feeling the cold to the very center of her
body. She looked inside the gate with watering eyes. The cold
stone house inside looked colder than the chill winter winds
outside. For some reason it looked old and dead.
    The gate clanged twice in the wind, then opened slightly with
a screech. Robin looked inside again, wondering if the house was
abandoned. With no more hesitation she hurried through the gate
and ran stumbling up the front steps. She peeked through the
window but saw nothing, no light and no movement. Robin moaned,
hugging herself as tear streamed down her face. She looked
inside once more and screamed when she saw the face of a woman
looking back at her. The woman opened the door and stood looking
at Robin.
    "Don't just stand there freezing, come in," the woman barked.
Robin hurried inside and sank shivering on the floor just inside
the door. The woman pulled a knitted blanket from the back of a
couch and threw it around her shoulders. Robin cried and
shivered while the old woman hurried out of the room. She
finally returned and helped Robin to her feet.
    "How long have you been out in that weather?" the woman asked
in concern.
    "E... eight months."
    "Oh my. You have nowhere to go?" the woman asked, leading
Robin into the bathroom. The tub was half full of steaming
water. Robin shook her head as the woman's hands began stripping
her. Robin resisted at first, but the water looked so inviting
that she finally helped the woman strip off her several layers of
filthy clothing. Finally she stood naked and dirty over the
steaming tub of water. The woman turned and grabbed soap and
shampoo. By the time she turned back, Robin was sitting in the
tub.
    Even dirty as she was, the old woman noticed that Robin would
clean up very pretty with a nice figure. The ripples in the
water did nothing to hide the slender thighs and light brown
patch of hair between the girl's legs. Her tits sagged ever so
slightly, not nearly as much as Laura's. The stink of the now
dirty water became revolting. Laura was sure she could see
crawly things in the water, floating to the top.
    "Soap up real good, then drain the water and take a shower,"
the woman said, "Use shampoo and soak your head first, it's the
best way to delouse yourself. The shower is the only way you'll
ever get that body clean, but the tub will soften up the dirt and
warm your body. I'm going to burn these and get you something to
wear," the woman said, picking up Robin's old clothes and
stashing them in a trash bag.
    "My name is Laura," the woman said on the way out.
    
    "What could possibly possess you to leave home?" Laura asked
as Robin ate ravenously.
    "My mother and I were always fighting," Robin said between
bites. "I finally left, I couldn't take it any more."
    "Is this better?" Laura pointed outside.
    "No it's not," Robin said thoughtfully. "I left in the
summer when it wasn't too bad. She was always getting on me for
being fat," Robin laughed, shaking the lose clothing on her
slender body. "Months of walking with little to eat make a great
diet plan."
    "Will she take you back?"
    "I don't know. I have been wondering about that since it
started getting cold. Finally I just wished I could die, I
didn't care any more. But every time I got close my mind went
crazy and I wanted to live again. This is the first good meal
I've had since I let the last guy get into my pants. They don't
even ask now, probably because I've been too dirty."
    "I understand that," Laura said, wrinkling her nose. "You
really stank."
    "I know, I imagine that I can still smell it, even though I
can't," Robin said as she chewed. "Laura, can I stay here
tonight or do you want me to leave after I eat?"
    "You can stay as long as you want," Laura said, placing a
hand over Robin's. Robin smiled and placed her other hand over
hers. It was the first time she stopped eating since she
started.

    "I'm sorry, this is the only bed in the house," Laura said,
handing Robin a nightgown. "If it makes you feel uncomfortable,
you can sleep on the couch, of course."
    "No, this is fine," Robin said, stripping down to her newly
acquired underwear and pulling on the nightgown. She smiled and
twirled, sending the hem of the nightgown flying open. Robin
didn't mind sleeping with Laura, in fact it was comforting to
know the lady trusted her so much. Most people looked at her
filth and decided she was a thief, whore, or drug addict at first
glance. Besides, the couch was only four feet long. Robin
plopped down on the left side of the bed. She looked up in
amazement and stared at Laura.
    "Oh wow, it's so soft," she bounced on the bed
experimentally.
    "It's a feather bed, my husband Ben made especially for me
before... Well they just aren't made any more, but I really can't
sleep without it. I'm glad you like it."
    "Your whole house is nice. It even smells nice like a
grandma's house."
    "It's a combination of old things, thirty years of cooking,
and smoking, I'm afraid. Ben liked his cigars."
    "How long has been Ben gone?" Robin asked kindly.
    "Wow, let me think. About a year, I guess," Laura said with
a frown. She laid with a far-away look in her eyes then smiled
at Robin, kissed her on the cheek, and turned out the light.
Robin was still smiling as she dropped off to sleep.

    Robin opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. For a
moment she believed that she had been magically transported back
home, but then the flowered wallpaper and the warm body beside
her reminded her of her true location.
    "Why Ben? Please, just for a bit," Laura moaned in her
sleep. Robin turned so she could face the old woman. She had
never heard anybody talking in their sleep before, it was kind of
like spying.
    "Touch me down here, Ben," Laura moaned. Robin's eyes
widened when she realized what Laura was talking about. She
didn't even know that old women had sex. She thought people
stopped when they reached 40. The thought intrigued her. Did
old people have sex like young people did? If so, why didn't she
know it?
    "Please, Ben, just a little," Laura pleaded. Robin was
getting horny, but more importantly she was feeling sorry for
Laura. Then an idea struck her, one so revolting that it was
kind of kinky. Could she pretend to be Ben and make Laura happy?
She owed Laura her life, besides she liked the old lady a lot.
Robin slid down the bed until she reached Laura's knees. With a
gentle hand she reached out and touched Laura's knee, rubbing it
softly.
    "Oh yes, Ben," Laura whispered in rapture. This decided
Robin, she would go all the way. It was the least she could do.
She continued rubbing Laura's knee then slowly slid her hand
higher and higher, sliding up the nightgown beneath the sheet as
she went. Before long Laura's pale white thigh showed even under
the dim light beneath the sheet.
    Robin moved closer to Laura's thigh and gently spread her
legs, which had been clamped tightly shut. With the skill of a
pickpocket she slid the nightgown up the far leg and looked down
at the dimly lit white cotton panties. Robin didn't know what
she expected, but the panties were very normal, not old
fashioned. With the gentlest of touches she placed her thumb on
Laura's mound and began massaging gently, while listening to a
change in Laura's breathing.
    So far it was working. Robin began stroking Laura's pussy ......can you guess the rest ? read sexstories at smuterotica enter here

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