I lugged my backpack silently up to the guestroom. After I got settled in Mommy Aeon turned all-business, she told me: “Red, you're here to get three weeks worth of work done, and I don't want to hear any excuses. Now, get up to the attic and bring all the boxes marked 'junk' down to the curb; they're trash.”
Grumbling to myself, I climbed the three flights of stairs more times than I could count. Whether I was tired, or due to the heat, I accidentally bumped into a wall in the attic and knocked a board loose. I thought I broke something and was scared for a minute. Then, I saw an old box of stationary had been placed inside the wall, obviously hidden there. Taking the box and opening it I found blank paper, except for one conspicuous envelope.
I naturally took it out, and was shocked. It was dated over twenty years ago (if I was understanding this world's calendar correctly), and it was from Aeon to her Pokémon.
The letter, never sent, was in my Grandmother's handwriting. It told, in eloquent detail, of a sexual encounter the two of them had, and how crucially important it was keep it secret from the world.
All of a sudden, a plan developed in my mind. After carefully replacing the loose board, I finished taking the boxes out. It was late the next morning when my Grandmother finally talked to me again.
"You took long enough. Now, I want you to completely clean up there," she said as if it were a great bother to supervise me, her blue eyes flashing and the two large, stiff curls of black hair under her ears swaying along with the tilt of her body and the swing of her hips the bounce of her petite tits.
"I sure will, but first, Mommy Aeon, I want to show you something I found. It's in my room." I turned and walked to the room I was staying in.
"I don't have time for kid's games," she called after me.
I started to read the secret letter in a loud voice. Then I heard her rush into the room, I looked up and saw that her eyes were wide with fright and shock.
"Where did you get that, you little bastard?" she whispered with violence and venom, a telling change from the practiced lilting voice that she always used.
"You know where, don't you?" I said carefully, wanting to handle this just right.
"Give that to me NOW!" Her voice raised to a shriek.
"Oh, I will. If you do just one little thing for me."
I could see her jaw tighten and she made a grab for the letter.
I easily avoided her and leaped to the doorway.
"Excuse me then I'm just going find an officer Jenny and give this to her," I threatened.
A look of horror passed over her face, and a panic, that actually concerned me, showed in her eyes. She lunged again, but I started down the hall as if I were going straight into town and never coming back.
"Nooo! Please! Stop! If the overseers find out –" she shouted, defeated. Her shoulders slumped, defeated, beaten. She pathetically asked, "What do you want?"
I went back into my room and pointed at a paragraph in the letter. "I want to hear you read this paragraph aloud, but instead of it's name, I want you to say my name, “Red”, and where it says "my Ditto", I want you to say "my Grandson."
"I won't do that, you little animal!" she insisted.
"Then you can deal with Officer Jenny and my Mom. I certainly won't call 'the overseers' or whatever, but someone might and who knows what the gossip in this little town will turn into."
She went vacant, deflated. I knew then she would do whatever I needed her to.
"Then you'll give me the letter?" was all she could say.
"Yes, if you do an excellent acting job and read it as if you were really saying to me. You've always bragged about your acting, Mommy Aeon, so, time to do some damn good acting, the best!" I commanded, fully in charge now.
"What do you want me to say?" she dejectedly asked.
I pointed, and as she read the words, a shame crept over her.
“Please, honey... I can't say those things... especially not talking to you... using your name." She pleaded, her wrinkles showing, on the verge of tears.
"You'd better. And right now," I growled.
I moved close to the bed, and she followed and sat down. I held the letter in front of her, she squinted and then she read, inserting my name:
"Oh, Red, I'll never forget how it felt to take your cock into my mouth, to use my tongue on you, to feel your hardness stretching my lips. Even though you are my Grandson, I couldn't resist the excitement of giving you your first blowjob, and finally, as you thrust your hips and fucked my face – tasting your cum as you let go. Red, swallowing that seed of yours was the most thrilling moment of my whole life."
She finished, and I let her take the letter from my hand.
She turned at the door and spat back at me, "No one would ever believe you without this, you animal."
She stormed down the hallway, and I reached into my pocket and stopped the audio recording gadget I , had there. A quick test proved that I had captured every word she had spoken in crystal clarity. It sounded like some sort of erotic commercial and, though I hadn't come to this new world to masturbate, I had to jack to it right there and then.
...
I did some more planning until late afternoon, took a shower, and did a little preparation for the next step of my plan in my bedroom. My Grandmother obviously burned the letter; I could smell the smoke. She kept away from me until about late afternoon.
I was just wearing a T-shirt, shorts, (with briefs underneath) when she passed by my room on the way to hers.
She couldn't help stick her head in, give me an evil look, and say, "You sick bastard, do have any idea what the 'overseers' do to people? Would that have been worth your little prank? See? You are not as smart as you think you are."
I was sitting on my bed. I looked her right in the eye, held up my cassette recorder, clicked the play button, and out blared: "Even though you are my grandson, I couldn't resist the excitement of giving you your first blowjob...."
I clicked it off and watched the shock take over every feature of her face.
"You son of a mother!" she whispered, "Give me that now."
She made an athletic lunge into the room, even in her short, tight skirt, but I was far quicker and rolled over to the far side of the bed. There was no way she was going to get the tape from me, that was obvious.
Before she could speak again, I said, "Just like I gave you the letter before, you can get this tape from me. You just have to do what I say."
"I won't be given ultimatums by you, you obscene little brat!" she shot at me in a growl, teeth clenched. She was making me erect, my heart was pounding.
"I just want you to come over here, and undress completely while I'm on the bed," I stated in a calm but lustful voice. I was starting to like being in control of her.
"No! No! No! Absolutely not!" Her voice was getting louder all the time, I imagined what her moans would sound like.
Just then, the phone rang. "You'd better get that," I sang cheerily. I was in no hurry, and prolonging her uncomfortableness sort of helped the plan.
She turned, and rushed to her own room, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello, Quark. What is it? I don't have time to gab with you."
It was my Grandfather Quark. I quietly picked up the extension in my room and listened. He was trying to tell of the good time he was having, but my Grandmother kept cutting him off. He also gave his address and telephone number, two pieced of information I carefully wrote down, just in case.
Just as Mommy Aeon was about to end the conversation, I said, "Hi, gramps, this is Red. I'm helping out with the cleaning in the attic."
"Red, get off this phone right now," my Grandmother said in her sternest tone.
"Oh ho ho, let the boy talk," laughed my grandfather.
"Hey gramps, listen, I found this old audio recorder up in the attic. It was broken but I fixed it with some tools from the garage. Me and Mommy Aeon just tested it out..." I held the speaker up to the mouthpiece and played a few seconds of some non-incriminating talk that went on before I forced the lethal words into its memory.
"That will be all for now, young man," said Mommy Aeon in a falsely sweet tone that made my cock jump, "wasn't there something you wanted me to do for you right now?"
"Oh, that's right, we are going to have some real fun in the guest room" I said just as sweetly. "Goodbye, gramps and thanks a million!" I shouted happily. This couldn't have worked out better.
I heard my Grandmother say farewell, hang up, and walk back into my room. Her eyes were suspicious, but she looked scared, too. She knew what trouble was recorded on that gadget.
I had positioned myself on the side of the bed facing the windows, and just sat there. "Come closer and slowly undress while you look me in the eye. Take all your clothes off, and I'll give you the gadget.”
"You promise?" she whispered.
"I promise; just like the letter," I said. I meant it. |