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Our mom passed away when I was in high school. I was the second of four brothers in the family, and we were fortunate to have three of her sisters take turns helping out with the house work and cooking over the next three months. But they had their own families to tend to, so my grandma Lula came to stay with us for the long haul. She provided a motherly presence around the house, which helped to get all us boys back on track.
Lula was 62-years old when she moved in. Since she had lived on a ranch in western Oklahoma, her face and arms had developed a smooth, tanned-leather sort of complexion, from all the days out in the wind and sun. She had twinkling blue-gray eyes and a small upturned nose that had a cute wrinkle when she laughed. Her smile was accentuated by pouty, full lips and a set of perfectly straight white teeth. She always wore her salt and pepper hair pulled back in a bun, fastened in back with a silver comb. She was not what you would call beautiful, but she was very attractive in a pretty, feminine sort of way. She had a sense of formality about her, and always wore dresses or blouses that buttoned up to the neck.
Each night, after she bathed, she would sit in her light pink terry cloth bathrobe in front of the mirror in her bedroom and drink a glass of brandy while she brushed her hair. She always left her bedroom door just slightly ajar, and I would often stand in the dark hallway, just outside her door, and watch her as she combed her hair. I would always watch until just after she reached inside her robe to dust her bosom with powder. I knew then that she was ready to go to bed. I guess you could say that 62 was old to an 18-year old teenage boy, but I don't remember her looking old.
By now I had reached full puberty and like all boys my age, I was full of sexual energy. It was nothing for me to masturbate two or three times a day, and having a strange woman around the house only led to more sexual curiosity and opportunities to fantasize. However, I was definitely a virgin when it came to girls. I dated, occasionally, but never did anything more serious than kissing and feeling some tittie.
In order to release my sexual urges, I hid a Playboy magazine under my mattress, and each night I would pull it out and flip through the pages, fantasizing about those big breasted "older" women....