A Piece of Grandmama's...

By Baron LeSade

Jimmy drops by Grandmama's house to chop a load of wood for her. When he does, he discovers that she has a few other things she would like for him to take care of since she no longer has a man around the house after the demise of her beloved Amos...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Baron LeSade
• Release date: Feb 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311519344

Baron LeSade

Howdy, I'm a Texan by birth and a Nevadan an accident of fate. Retired after twenty-eight years in the USAF and now live on a horse ranch just outside of Reno, Nevada. I used to write for literotica, but decided I might as well write for myself as it was a lot more profitable....

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It was Tuesday. I was out in Grandmama Josie’s backyard chopping wood. She had bought a yard of firewood and asked me if I would come down and chop it for her. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving and she’d asked me to come down a day early. The rest of the family would be coming down tomorrow afternoon. I didn’t mind at all. I was home on leave for Thanksgiving. Why wouldn’t I? Grandmama was the best cook I knew. It seemed like she was always in the kitchen with flour up to her chubby elbows with a pie, a cake, a loaf of bread, or something baking in the oven. Even now, all the way out in the backyard, I could smell the aroma of baking bread and it was making my mouth water knowing that as soon as I was finished chopping wood, I would probably get a nice big slice with a big gob of melting butter on it.

Grandpapa Amos had passed away a year ago and it would be our first thanksgiving without him. Grandmama still lived in the same three bedroom ranch style house she and Grandpapa had lived in as far back as I could remember. Grandmama was in her fifties and still full of vim and vigor. She kept her house neat as a pin. Now I suppose Grandmama Josie was the prototypical grandmother you would picture when you thought of a grandmother. She was around five foot four or five and I guessed she would tip the scales at around one thirty or forty. Like I said, she seemed to spend most of her time in the kitchen baking or cooking and had put on a few extra pounds. Well, she had to sample her wares before she served them, didn’t she? But I wouldn't call her fat. More like pleasingly plump. She always wore her snowy white hair in a bun perched atop her head held in check by two salmon-pink tipped pins. I guess to keep flour out of it as she always seemed to be up to her elbows in the stuff. Her rosy cheeks almost seemed to