The story "Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother" is part of a series of stories in Galician
Here you will find complete I am the quintessential grandmother, that is, Red Riding Hood's grandmother ... Change your chip, please do not fall into the topicazo to see me as a plump old lady with old-fashioned glasses and bun. I am an independent woman, strong and healthy. I'm an aunt back strong and flexible curves, Curran in the field, using gore-tex boots, and walk six miles a day without signs of exhaustion. I was widowed ten years ago. My husband and I were happy with ups and downs and have sex a vigorous and healthy until the very night of his death, the poor man died suddenly, choking on a chicken bone. Suffered bereavement. At first I was lost so many years being half wore orange! but little by little I organize my life by my own desires, which had not been possible in all these years, raised four children and my husband was also a family man who insisted on filling the house of brothers and nephews, so I spent thirty years of my marriage, cooking, cleaning, chatting and eating with family. Once widowed, decided to change my life, enjoy my reading, my dogs and my walks. I was frankly tired of living around people. My children grew up, are independent, some married and lead their lives, so I live my remaining years in peace with myself, with my interior, which does not believe that is simple, given the tendency to believe that it is rare isolated, ill or has fallen into a terrible depression. My daughter Agnes, the mother of Little Red Riding Hood, is the worst it leads. Has always been a person that puts preocupadiza and insecure in others their own feelings.
"Please, Mom, how are you going to live alone in the woods at your age?
I came to the forest near his village so that I have on hand, I know I need to have me hand ... Agnes asks me every day to eat at home, does not understand that eating a potajito enjoy the magnificent solitude of my kitchen overlooking the trees and I get upset when not. I usually do on a bike, which is also concerned, except when it rains, I go in the van, before I retire to the forest I traveled throughout Europe in a caravan, a dream that we planned to do my husband and I when we decided to do jubilásemos and myself, despite the many drawbacks that put my daughter Agnes. But my granddaughter is away from your mother. It amuses me Little Red Riding Hood, a girl wakes up, and adventurous, which I see reflected, but I have that commitment charge: visit my daughter and her family every day. I'd rather not come to my house granddaughter. So the famous day when the girl was going to bring food (honey, lemon and a bottle of Marc) had faked a cold to avoid having to go to the home of Agnes. I was changing my door rang. I went to her panties and bra, a lacy purple outfit that I became infatuated with my time in Paris. I'm not prudish woman to excess, and, for my granddaughter, I opened the door without thinking. I was shocked to see him. What
bigger man, what a tremendous nose, tiny ears, I thought, what a big mouth, what big eyes, what ...
was so struck by the physicality of Feroz I forgot my own semi-nudity few seconds, just to feel your hands with the sparkling eyes of that guy. Instinctively, my eyes went down to a package growing at top speed in the center of the man's trousers. He saw my look of surprise and with a smile from ear to ear, took out the instrument in a blink of an eye, and he showed me drooling like a pig, as if the jewel in the crown it were, taking with her as if the very hand torch was. Feroz smiled showing that bestiality. What greatness, length and width together in a sort of club swollen! It was ugly, I could not say otherwise, but extremely attractive. So dark and hairy, so manly and virile ... I was out like a bull and was foaming at the mouth at me.
The truth is that, at sixty, I have a beautiful figure and my face retains the features well shaped, a little exaggerated by the wrinkles of rigor. My hips look round and firm and my abundant breasts are still throbbing. But no longer is used to getting lustful looks, so I was flattered by such a manifestation of manhood. I was amused to see such love begging carnal style. As I'm in that age when body temperature ranges from hot to cold free, I was surprised by the sudden wave of embarrassment that covered my face, my neck, my neck ... My whole being transpired fog and dew soaked my Parisian outfit.
Since the death of my husband I have not had too many opportunities for sex. I was a liberated woman at the time of the pill and free love, and I am now more more in theory than in practice. When a handsome man she begins to throw, what joy in one of my top: carpe diem. Feroz and I felt like I thought: Why not?
was obvious that the guy did not want to rob me, just looking for sex at all costs. I will by hook or by crook, I said his lustful gaze. For good, for good!, I thought, amazed at my lack of fear, by my grace.
To be honest, I will say that I was tempting thick passion that febrile guy. Sometimes it can be nice to offer his own body as a painkiller, and receive the same, without most links.
- Please come and go quietly. No hurry, of course I had forgotten all about the impending visit of Caperu. Happened, if you go over! stumbled with that jumping between his legs and ran off with my bra without pause, like a hungry wolf.
- Relax guy, and everything will be fine.
It was funny that I was responsible to calm him. But Feroz was on the verge of bursting. Jesus showed how much the Maromo swollen veins!.
- Slowly, fierce! No need to rush ... Enjoy the moment, she said, but anyone zen came with explanations about the joy of inaction in Action: Launch and between my legs, very donkey.
- Hey, quiet! What century do you live? You have to wear a condom.
quietito It was while I stood. I crouched in front of him to double check about the monstrosity of showing the elephant trunk. Good lord, even in my most elaborate fantasies could imagine something such. What strength and blackness!. Calibrate your texture as a scientist and lady love, and there above the howling of sharp fangs. I placed it in position, I dragged him into my bed and sat astride him.
.- Let me do me, gives me spine that I have a better destination.
We were in the usual chores such situations, when the doorbell rang.
.- Shit, my granddaughter!, Out of my bed, go, come on out!
As the guy did not move, stunned, shaking his head, making gestures that did not open, pinched him, which howled in pain and scared out there Caperu is lightning fast and looked for the keys under the mat is . Just give me time to throw a blanket over to Feroz, turn off the light and throw me under the bed, be clear about the consequences of these decisions.
"What a mistake," I thought as soon as I saw myself under Feroz bed and, in my sheets, still exercising obscene movements. My daughter and my granddaughter is moral is not more than twelve years so I was extremely violent cazase brushing me a man, and even over a man so ordinary, so ugly.
knocked Caperu:
.- Are You There, Grandma?
I moved in panic.
opened it:
.- Granny?, Are you asleep?
have to see what things will come to a head in such a state of excitement when I heard that Riding Hood was wondering if you're asleep, I remembered the famous quote attributed to Will Eisner "I'm not sleeping that I'm sleeping, because it is not the same to be fucked to be kidding. " That's precisely what I did, dear granddaughter, I was kidding.
He goes to bed (I can see his feet of black boots) and the dust made him ridiculous Agnes with red cloth fabric. Carefully uncover the quilt, is an ear (Feroz had been placed side, covered her face with one arm, so that my granddaughter is about him is his ear.
.- Gee Grandma, what big ears you!
Feroz tour looming face and eye.
.- What big eyes you have!! What you have longer teeth! "
Feroz could not stand the closeness of so tasty girl and uncovered his body showing the tremendous mandunga straight.
.- But ... what is that?, Cried Little Red Riding Hood. Feroz
was full of lust, inflating an explosive mix of lust and aggression. Caperu gave a terrible cry. For it would thus not hesitate to shoot. I always hide a shotgun under the mattress in case things get ugly. I gave him in the leg, thigh, right where I aimed. Do not damage any vital organs, including one who was the object of pride. I left under the bed, proud of my aim. The guy screamed and writhed around in blood staining Caperu was nervous. She began to mourn. I did not know which of the two should help first, if the injured or girl, so incredibly grateful that the ranger he wandered around, and walks upon hearing noises.
- What happens here?!, Shouted from the door. As found the picture, took up the matter. What a guy! He was very diligent, while I calmed Caperu and I put some clothes on (I had not yet had time to relocate) Feroz handcuffed, and made a tourniquet.
.- What we do with it?
.- Let go, I do not want to bother fitting.
I was a little sorry for the rough going on their own feet, limping and crestfallen. But he deserved his punishment. The girls are untouchable. In fact any woman unless it is clearly express otherwise. What horns! Any person he is, and a man who can not respect that it deserves a shot in the thigh. I did not feel guilty at all, but rather the opposite.
.- This does not get closer here, "said the keeper.
Caperu and I laughed hugging one another. I told the girl to go home, unwind and tell your mother that everything was fine, do not go to get the gossip and frightened.
.- It would be better than your mother does not know anything about this Caperu. Do not leave me alone.
The ranger smiled as if a great empathy join him to me. Caperu once took the trail, I invited a drink store on the porch.
.- Both of us will do, I said.
gladly accepted. It is a very nice guy, quiet, a few words, a strong and healthy man, lonely like me. We had crossed several times by the forest and greeted us warmly but had never had a chance to be intimate. I take about ten years. There was good chemistry between the two was obvious. He offered me a cigar I accepted. We settled in separate chairs like old comrades.
.- Do you have guts, lady.
.- Well, one must know how to defend when the occasion required. He looked cheerful
the store, and gave me the impression that he was linked ligand and timid men. He was broad and muscular, shaved his beard and abundant white hair. Her skin gave off a faint odor of bear clean.
coughed:
No wonder the guy, had tried to disturb her.
Why do you say?
Well, when I was you ...
Yes, naked. That
. Grinned and looked me straight in the eye. - You are very beautiful and I guess he realized Feroz.
A Feroz both gave the grandmother or granddaughter. "
I would prefer it to you. Are
you flirting with me, Guarda
Well, I have always found an interesting woman. I must admit that often roamed the house looking for an excuse to visit.
Oh, you do not need excuses, come anytime.
There are days of rain and cold in the woods are very hard.
I have a fire burning on days like.
would be great to come off my shoes, put the boots to dry for a while ... I have jumped
alarms.
- Look Guarda. I'm not old of beating to fuss and subtleties: If you wish to come to warm up and warm as do the adults will be welcome, but if you just want to temper it a little mother's feet and give you a soup, better go to another hut. Guarda looked at me and knew I would be very, very difficult to maintain my independence once they had sneaked into my house and in my gut. But fight for it.