Pack, Hike and Aeon's house
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At first I really didn't want to visit Red's Mother's Mother, my 52 year-old Grandmother. But when I saw how tall and incredible she looked, well, it was easy to see where Mom's desirable traits came from.
So, I had to pack up anything useful from Red's inventory for a 3-week visit to the other side of the forest, in an even smaller, duller town. I took an odd music player I found in Red's room, but it seemed useless. More promising was video camera, an audio capture device and an automatic camera that ran on a timer. Except for the video camera this technology seemed quite alien and geared toward the study of Pokémon. I searched Red's memories and to him there was no point to this stuff, as he sat bored hour after hour alone in his room. But, with a new attitude and new prospects many possibilities began to appear on the horizon and undulate there. Red was going away from home for the first time. I figured I could at least take his gear along, take some time to gather some data on this world while I was there. Like going fishing, usually you don't catch anything – but sometimes you get lucky. Besides people did not know me very well in the other town, so it would be a good chance to assimilate.
I walked on Route 17 a sparsely populated 'safe road' through the forest. There were only three hot female trainers to see as I hiked. But they were incredibly hot. After determining that I was not yet a trainer they had little interest in me. I fiddled with my stuff in my bag but there was no chance to get good pictures of the hot trainers.
My Grandmother met me up at the trail-head right on time. Several of her features stood out to me at once. . Her hips were extraordinary they were extremely prominent and rose up to great heights up past the elbows of her long arms. In fact, her hip bones did not look like they belonged to her at all, some overly-tall girrafarig, maybe but not a human woman. These enviable hips also resulted in her fine tight ass being stretched wider than it should have been, it made it difficult for her to fit into a skirt, and so that was stretched tight as well. Her long lazy legs emerged from her body rather farther away from each other than average. I drank in her looks eagerly and gratefully. There was not much of a family greeting or celebration. Just: "Got your stuff? Then follow me!" she announced, I could not tell if she was brusque or just practical.
Once we were through the door Aeon (my Grandmother) sang a different tune. I have learned to enjoy the various moods of women for what they provide. I had better describe her further. At a glance you would say she is in her forties. She is tall with excellent long legs and a good, slender figure. I found her sparkling blue eyes and rich black hair that swirled down into two large exaggerated curls which would have been impossible/ridiculous on my home-world but the style was honestly quite attractive.
"Here we are then, Red! Good morning! Good Morning and welcome" She shook my hand. the classy women of this world have developed their own style of handshaking, I find it invigorating.
I belatedly apologized for my appearance.
"Travel! Believe me, I understand. I've done a great deal of it. Once, for my acting career, I caught the train from here to Indigo City, waited a couple of hours, had a two day cruise and arrived in Sinnoh Region a complete wastrel. I was stopped by one of the Jenny's who thought I might be deranged, and to tell the truth, by that time, I was. Have you had breakfast?"
"To confess, I rarely eat breakfast. It's a bad habit, I know it, Mother tells me so."
"You'll work much better after scrambled berries, toast, and--do you eat protein?"
"Sure, I'm like a mightyena," I said but she wrinkled her nose at me and I realized that I had said something odd and quickly sought to soften it with a smile. "I only mean that I eat whatever I can find."
"Then I will make you strips and we will eat in my breakfast nook. Do you have any objection to cheese?"
"No objections, cheese please, thank you Mommy Aeon."
"Scrambled berries with a little sharp Milktank Cheddar? Perhaps some chopped tamato and chilan?"
She waited for me to object, but instead I said it sounded delicious.
"It will be so, young man. I'm no great cook. I've been much too busy doing real work all my life to learn about it. But I can do a few simple things well. Follow me," she was already hurrying down a bright and gracious hall toward her kitchen.
"My house is in good repair, but I'm afraid there is still more than enough work for you!" She said.
I started to say something but I fear I interrupted her – she stopped her chopping long enough to consider what I said.
"–Don't worry about a thing, dear. We will feed you regularly, anyway," she had decided to keep riding the upswing. This was accompanied by a bright smile and a second handshake. "I'll serve coffee today, will that bother you?"
"I will drink your coffee, Mommy Aeon." I said, and made the comment fairly forcefully. I couldn’t help it, seeing a classy, mature long-legged woman making breakfast for my boyish self was turning me on.
"I'll do it, then. That won't be any trouble." She looked down at the berries she had been whisking. "Time to start the protein strips."
It lay sizzling in the pan in less time than it has taken me to write about it.
"See this? This pan is perfectly clean, I promise you. That's the secret to cooking protein strips right, young Man.”
I admitted I had not known that trick.
"You have a girlfriend, I take it?" She was looking me up and down.
"Why no," I said.
"Now the berries in this other pan, and only a little cooking is plenty. Scrambled berries cook after they leave the pan." The whisk kept busy. "The main thing now is not to leave them in too long and to make certain that everything cooks equally."
"I see."
"I got so busy talking I forgot about the toast." She smiled, begging pardon. "There's the bread. Would you pop four slices into that toaster for us?"
I did.
"Aren’t you fourteen now, dear?"
I shook my head. Out came the berries and into a patterned bowl.
"Not fourteen yet? Still, you're not a boy anymore!" Plates, silverware and glasses appeared, all very swiftly indeed.
"Oran-berry juice? Milk? I never drink the coffee until after I've eaten. Making good coffee requires too much attention."
"Might I have both Oran-berry juice and your Milk?" I asked.
"Oh, absolutely my polite young man. You must be thirsty after hiking through the forest."
"I am."
The berry-scramble was delicious, and I told Mommy Aeon so. I could easily have eaten all the protein strips; this body has a great appetite. I ate two luscious strips and left her two.
"I'm sure you're anxious to get to the deed, my little man-of-the-house, but I wanted to explain about the money first."
It seemed possible, even if it was not probable, that I might be paid. I told her, "Very little has always been enough for me."
"There isn't any. It's all gone. We have been paying twenty thousand a month. Perhaps you already know?"
Busily chewing toast, I shook my head. From what I could see, by the standards of my home-world this woman was practically rich.
"Presumably your idiot grandfather was not thinking of the tithe, which, when we retired, was less than two thousand a year. It's gone up, however."
"I understand," I said, but I didn't. Who in this world were these people paying a tithe to?
"There have been maintenance costs, too. Maintenance can be quite costly."
"Not if I do it, though." I pointed out.
"That's the spirit, dear!" She said, luckily she had missed my repeated insinuations.
She smiled. "Just the sort of young man this old place needs. It was originally painted pink. Did you know?"
"Why, no, Grandmother. I had no idea."
"Five years ago, it needed repainting again. Needed it very badly. So I had it done."
She waited, seeming to expect me to berate her for it.
"White?" was all I said.
After two cups of her truly excellent coffee, I began to imagine what chores were waiting for me. Especially in the heat. It must have been a heatwave.
When she stood up I decided to measure her with my eyes. Grandmother was about 5'8" and a slimly proportioned 140 pounds. Her face was slightly wrinkled, but incredibly beautiful (except for her constant stern expression and frown).
She was wearing high heels a tight skirt, and a well-fitting blouse that couldn't hide her two perfect tits.
They weren't standing straight out like my Mother's, but hung slightly lower and fuller. I couldn't help but stare when she wasn't looking. They swayed daintily with each of her movements.
Her body was surprisingly firm from all the yoga that she constantly bragged about.
"Aren't you going to even say a proper thank you for the breakfast?" she moodily demanded, and then she sighed in discontent.
I smiled, I knew what Mommy Aeon needed.
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