Mary and her Grandma

By Namoranees

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Mary and her Grandma

A precocious 14 years old Mary spends a summer vacation with her Grandma who believes girls should not be modest. This time the process is much gentler than usual, but still absolutely not easy for either of them.

Please note the author of this story does not speak English as his native language. He comes from one European post Soviet era republics and his story reflects that.

Chapter 1

Goodbyes

Mary was 14 years old, very bright and athletic young lady. She was a precocious child who devoted her spare time to various charities and noble causes. She regularly helped feed dogs at the shelter, raise money for charity by collecting donations and she was of course a model student. Her future seemed bright. There has only been one small blemish on her life recently. She had a growth spurt "there". She went from B cup to D cup over the course of just 3 months and she felt so awkward in her new body. It was nearly time for summer holiday. She wanted her mother Laura to get her new bikini because the old ones barely fit her new form. Her mother utterly shocked the young lady when she objected to it. She said her current bikini are completely fine and just "show a bit more than before ". Mary could not believe her ears. Luckily it was only one more day till school was over and she would get to spend a week with her father in Italy. She was looking forward to that regardless of that little bikini accident. Perhaps her father would buy her new swimsuit.

When Mary woke up the next day, she was excited. She quickly got her bathrobe, went to bathroom and ran nice warm shower. She got in and savoured every second. The only distracting element was her "top part" again. They kept wiggling and shifting in unexpected ways and it made her insecure. The girl also noticed that there seemed to be more hair "down there "than she remembered. Why do these changes happen to her? She obviously knew she’s in puberty and is actually a bit late compared to other girls. But these changes were not convenient for her. She needed to study, focus on the academics. Not on two stupid formless sacks of fat on her chest!

She rinsed off, dried herself and continued to her room. She had her outfit already laid out. It was her best skirt and tight white blouse. It was NOT tight only a few months ago. But now… She decided she’s gonna wear a light vest over it. It was late June but she didn’t mind a slight discomfort. She wanted to look sharp and presentable as always. Plus her dad would pick her right after and take her on the vacation to Italy. Italy. She kept repeating that word in her head. The rich history, the exquisite architecture, all those smart people…. She set out and was stopped in her tracks by her mother. "Kiss!"

She turned on her heel, gave her mom a small peck on the cheek and wanted to leave.

"That’s not how you kiss your mother dear! I’m not a corpse yet!"

She turned again and gave her a peck on her lips as was a custom in this country.

She finally ran off

A few hours later she had a report card in her hands. Obviously, a top student in class finished the year with honours. She listened to her teacher telling kids to enjoy their holiday, be good and how she will miss them. She missed her teacher already. When the speech was done all the other kids ran. She walked slowly. She realised she will actually miss this building for the next two months.

Outside she saw her parents. They stood together like when they were still married. Except they weren’t. Their smiles were fake too. She could tell. They now hated each other. She just didn’t know why.

She ran to dad and hugged him. She made a point of looking at her mother as she did this. She saw a twinkle of sadness in her eyes. Then her mother straightened, cleared her throat and gave her a suitcase full of clothes packed for holiday.

"Enjoy honey. Mommy loves you very much! "

A week passed like water under the bridge. She was on a plane headed back home. Her mom was waiting for her at the airport to bring her over to her grandparents. It was a few hours in car. She didn’t look forward to that but she loved her grandparents dearly.

When the plane finally landed and they passed all the checkpoints, Mary was stunned to find her mother standing next to her grandparents.

"Hiii!!!! You came hereee! Omg grandma! Grandpa! I’m so glad to see you! "Mary knew she sounded like a child. She could allow herself to do that. Once a year.

"Sweetie I have packed everything you will need and I put the bag in grandpas car ok?" Just enjoy your vacation!" Laura announced cheerfully

"Mom where did you get a bag for six weeks?" Mary remembered how worried her mom was how she’s gonna fit everything the two bags they had home.

"I bought a new one just for you my dear!"

Mary hugged her mom. Suddenly she felt her grandma’s hand on her back gently guiding her away. She happily followed her to the car.

"Can I see it? "

"See what my gummy bear? "

"Grandpaa! Don’t call me that! I haven’t watched that show in years! I mean the bag. "

Grandpa didn’t say a word. He just opened the trunk and within lay a huge black bag. Actually, the biggest the teen has ever seen. Mary tried lifting it. It was absolutely too heavy for her. With her curiosity now satisfied she got in he car.

The drive was uneventful. It was Sunday afternoon and the road was mostly empty. Only when Mary noticed a billboard which said her favourite fast-food restaurant was the next stop, she felt a sudden and unexplainable urge to pee. Her grandparents laughed at it. They expected it very much. The trio ate and continued their journey.

They got to grandparents’ village house in a few more hours. It was actually almost dark. Grandma went into the trunk of the car and produced a pair of pjs.

"Here you go sweetie. Please wear this. You will shower in the morning. I want you to sleep now. Tomorrow you will see everything…"

Her grandma smiled happily and Mary though she’s happy to start the summer holiday with her. She was too naive to pick up a mischievous gleam in her grandma’s eye.

She happily scampered off to her usual room but grandma quickly followed. When they got there, she said:

"Keep the lights off. Just change and go to sleep! "

Her grandma sounded strict. But Mary was so tired she just did as told. She was happily sleeping in a a few minutes.

Mary woke up in the middle of the night. She needed a drink. She tried to turn on the light but it didn’t. "This old house again!" she thought and fell asleep thirsty.

She was certainly no early bird. If anything, she was an owl. So, when she saw a vaguely female outline and heard some words being spoken, she took it was grandma waking her up. However, when she got out of bed, she felt her grandma take her wrist with one hand and gently but firmly nudge her back with the other. She noticed the room she slept in looked somehow different than the last time. But she couldn’t exactly explain the difference as her grandmother obstructed much of her view of the room as she nudged her along.

Mary tried to stop.

"Move along young lady! "

Grandma’s voice sounded strict again. This was very different from the mild-mannered kind lady Mary knew.

"But grandma… "

"We can talk after breakfast."

Her voice suddenly sounded soothing. It worked. But Mary had an unsettling feeling something was wrong. Why is her grandma pushing her along. Soothing her..?

After just few more steps they left the hallway and entered a kitchen. It was not the kitchen Mary remembered from her last visit. It was… wild! Everything was brand new, there was a kitchen counter that seemed to be made of genuine bricks and a thick slab of oak wood on top.

"Let me show the rest..." her grandma smiled.

She proceeded to show her the stove masked as a part of the oakwood slab. The microwave hidden out of sight, the dishwasher. Everything was done to look cozy and rural. There was a ton of high tech but all of it hidden from plain view.

The only thing that seemed wildly out of place to Mary was the table. It was made of clear glass with six chairs. Five of those seemed new, one was different and seemed older.

"That’s your seat honey… The money ran out for now…"

Her grandmother seemed embarrassed. Mary decided not to ask anything and just sat down.

Behind the table was the living room. A spacious comfy sofa divided the two areas. A nice thick carpet, big TV, stereo system, walls filled with old photos. Mary recognised her mom as a kid in some of the black and white photos and herself in some of the newer colour photos.

While Mary was looking around the living room her grandmother produced the biggest breakfast Mary has ever seen. There were scrambled eggs, toast, ham, fresh scrambled eggs from their chickens, vegetables, orange juice, water, some other soft drinks and some other stuff that was behind the pile that was laid out in front of Mary.

At one point her grandma looked like an octopus tackling all the different plates and trays and utensils. Mary chuckled.

"I think that may be enough for the rest of the summer grandma! "

"Oh sweetie. I want you to eat as much as you can. We have a long day ahead and you may not have any lunch. "

"Shouldn’t we wait for grandpa to wake up? "

Mary sounded concerned.

"Oh grandpa isn’t home sweetie. They are building a new school in the city. And you know how the economy is.. They needed a carpenter so he agreed to help. He will be staying there for a week. But he told me he already misses you very much and he will be bringing you a present when he is back. Now dig in.”

With that grandma motioned to the full plates ahead. Mary started eating. When she had enough, she sat back and fumed.

"I can’t manage a single bite grandma!

"Honey you should. I said there may be no lunch for you today. Here let me help.”

Her grandma smiled, took a fork and started feeding her.

"This one is for daddy. This one is for mommy. This one is for grandma...

"Grandma I’m not a baby any more!” Mary tried to protest when her grandma fed her spoonfuls of food like a little baby.

"Oh you will always be my baby sweetie!” grandma said beaming and caressed her face with her hand. "This one is for grandma. This one is for grandpa.”

After naming most of Mary’s both living and dead relatives her grandma was finally done.

"Let me show you the bathroom.” she said and weirdly enough once again grabbed Mary’s wrist and led her along. After a short walk Mary saw the new bathroom. Nice large tiles, huge mirror on a wall, a sink and spacious shower with tainted glass door. Her grandma opened one closet and produced a remote. She pressed a button and a song from Mary’s favourite band started playing.

"That’s quite loud!” exclaimed Mary

"What dear?” her grandma asked puzzled.

"IT’S LOUD!” Mary shouted over the sound of the music.

"Oh yes. We need to have that fixed. Grandpa promised he is going to take care of it when he comes back,” grandma told her leaning close to her ear so she doesn’t have to shout so much. Then she paused the music for a bit and said: "Please take a shower and when you are finished come out quick. I want to start our day together. The sooner the better.”

"Okay but I need my clothes. Let me go look in that bag.”

"I have already prepared your outfit for today sweetie. It’s on the washing machine.”

Mary looked around and didn’t see any. Her grandma opened another cabined and sure enough a washing machine was there along with a set of fresh clothes.

"Now be quick honey.” her grandma said, pressed the button on the remote again and the music started. Mary noticed she put the remote to her pocket as she left.

"I guess it could be damaged by the steam here.” Mary thought logically.

When she was finally alone, she turned around, closed the door which her grandma forgot to close and locked herself inside. Now she felt safe to remove her clothes. She put them on one of the cabinets and got in the shower. She ran a nice warm shower and even started singing along with the song that now echoed in the closed room even louder.

When she was done Mary went out of the shower and closed the stained-glass door. She looked around for a towel. She didn’t see any. Grandma must have forgot.

"I will just wear my clothes then. Its warm so I will dry off fast.” she thought. With that she went to the cabined with the washing machine. She pulled on one of the handles. Nothing. She tried another. Nothing. She tried both. NOTHING! Mary noticed a lock on the cabinet.

"Grandma?” she said meekly. Then realised she probably can’t hear her over the music. "GRAAAAAANDMAAAAA!!!!” she shouted with all her might. Nothing.

Mary started feeling desperation set in. She again tried to gran both of those stupid stupid handles and pull more. Then she braced her legs on the floor and tried again. She looked around. There was not a string of fabric around. Just those pretty tiles which now seemed cold and menacing. Mary decided she has only one chance.

A tiny head with scared expression poked out of the bathroom door. "Grandma I need your help! I can’t open the cabinet with my clothes! There is also no towel!”

"What is it sweetie? I can’t hear you. Just come here.” her grandma said from kitchen.

"GRANDMA HELP ME!” Mary shouted desperately.

"Sweetie just come here please.” again the voice came from the kitchen. It didn’t sound to be coming from anywhere closer.

"Grandma but I’m naked” There is no towel. I can’t even stop the stupid music!” Mary now sounded really scared.

"Gummy bear please come here. We will talk” now the voice sounded soothing but just as far. Mary had no idea what to do. She looked around. She saw a doormat in the hallway by the entrance to the house. "Ha!” she exclaimed.

With rapid steps the naked and soaking wet teen dashed towards the doormat and grabbed it. She held it against her body. It wasn’t nearly big enough to cover everything. She decided she’s going to hold it over her STUPID top and hide her bottom parts with her hand. It took a while to adjust everything and then she started slow baby steps into the kitchen…

Chapter 2

Baring it out

When Mary got into the kitchen her grandma was putting empty plates into the dishwasher. She didn’t see her yet.

"Grandma I have a problem.” Mary said almost whispering. Her grandma didn’t say a word. She raised from the dishwasher, reached into her pocked and produced the remote for the bathroom stereo system and turned it off. Then she turned around and saw Mary.

"Oh a doormat…” she seemed shocked. "Mary please that thing is dirty. You just showered. You know we clean our shoes on that. Please give me that.” she approached her granddaughter and extended her hand.

"WHAT????!!! Grandma the clothes. I can’t get to them! I can’t open the cabinet. Its stuck. And there was no towel. You have to help me!” with each word the cadence of Mary’s speech intensified and by the end she was barely coherent.

Her grandmother reached in her pocket again. She took out the remote and held her hand on it. Mary was confused. Then the hand was raised. A small key was placed on the remote.

"WHAT?????!!!!! HOW???!!! WHEN??!!! WHY???!!!!” Mary’s chest was raising and falling rapidly as she shouted these words. It made no sense. Except maybe it did…

"Gummy bear please calm down. To answer: It’s the key to the cabinet. I came in when you were showering and singing and just locked it. You couldn’t hear me over all that noise. As to why I simply don’t want you to wear clothes for a few days. Now please calm down and listen!”

"Are you darn crazy??? Why would you do that??? Do you know how scared I was??? I tried to open that thing so many times!!! I thought its stuck! Give me that!”

As Mary said that she reached for the key in front of her. Her grandma was fully prepared for that. With her left hand she grabbed the key and extended her arm behind herself. Mary quickly followed the motion not realising it brought her chest closer to her grandma who now reached with her right hand for the doormat and with one swift motion she removed it.

Mary froze. She felt air on her now exposed nipples and she slowly looked down. The doormat really wasn’t there. It was in her grandma’s hand. She took a few seconds and then started crying like never before. Her grandma embraced her.

"I know honey. Shhh..” she heard the soothing voice. It made her cry even more. She felt her grandmothers embrace and felt safe in it but at the same time she felt helpless.

"Please grandma…” but there was no answer. She cried and cried and then felt her grandma moving her to the living room sofa. Her grandmother never broke the embrace for a second and Mary just kept crying.

Time passed. Mary felt like it could have been days. In reality it was less than 10 minutes. She couldn’t cry anymore. She was spent. She just kept her face hidden in her grandmother’s shoulder like when she was little and bruised her knee playing with local boys and grandma had to disinfect it.

"Can I speak now Gummy bear?” came a soft voice whispering in her naked ear. As naked as the rest of her she realised.

"You are a traitor!” Mary dared to accuse her grandma.

I know honey. I tricked you. I had to. Please listen.” another waves of soothness coming into her ear. Mary said nothing.

"Listen Mary. You aren’t a kid anymore. You grew. Soon you will be dating boys. Actually, I believe most of your friends already are…”

"I don’t wanna date boys!” Mary raised her voice and tried to break the embrace. Her grandmother grabbed her tighter. It wasn’t forceful. Just to let the teen know what her grandmother wanted.

"Are you gay honey?”

"Grandma!”

"It’s ok if you are honey. Is there a girl you like? Someone special?”

"NO!” Mary raised her voice again.

"Shh Gummy Bear. I trust you. Just listen some more, ok?”

"Can I just have my clothes please grandma?” For the first time Mary turned her head and faced her grandmother. Mary’s eyes were red and swollen, tears were still stuck on her face and her lips trembled.

"Oh, look who’s back. Hello Gummy Bear!” grandma said cheerily.

"Please grandma!” Mary said again never breaking her look deep into grandma’s eyes.

"No honey. But we will make it through this together. I know you are shy and scared. But I will always be by your side and I promise nothing bad will ever happen to you sweetie”. With that her grandma smiled encouragingly.

"NO! YOU CAN’T! CAN’T!” Mary shouted and desperately hit her grandmother’s shoulders with her clenched fists.

"See? You are making progress already!” Her grandma sounded happy. This confused Mary. She should be mad Mary hit her on her shoulders.

"Progress? What progress?”

"This your third stage of grieving sweetie. In the bathroom you were desperate. I head you trying to open the cabinet, you’re shouting in the shower. You desperately tried to get me to help you. You tried to open the locked cabinet. Then you showed depression. You cried yourself almost dry. See?” calmly said her grandma and gently traced her thumbs on Mary’s face. She wiped away the last bits of tears and gave each cheek a soft kiss.

Mary really wanted to hate her. She was desperate, confused, shy, angry and desperate. So desperate. That word made itself at home in her mind. She would do anything to get her clothes.

"Grandma can I go get clothes from the bag?” Mary heard her grandma. She said "few days”. But she didn’t want a few days.

"Let me show you something honey.” her grandma smiled and raised from the sofa. With one deft move she grabbed the hemline of her t-shirt, took it off and dropped it on the floor. Then she did the same with her pants. She had nothing under. Mary’s mouth dropped.

She thought: "Grandma has tits? I mean yeah, she does. I rested my head on them many times. But… Jesus!” and then she noticed her necklace. It had a single key on it.

"Grandma what’s that?” a single finger pointed at the key

"Oh, they are called breasts honey. Or tits. Or jugs. There was a mischievous smile on grandma’s face. She knew that wasn’t the question. She looked down and in faux surprise she said: "Oh this thing? That’s just a key to my bedroom. Grandpa moved that heavy bag there before he left. But we do NOT want you digging through it do we now?”

"Grandma please!” Mary decided its best to ignore the language she just heard and not to admonish someone who had her cornered.

"Oh, the next stage already? Okay!” grandma said and asked: "So tell me. What are you willing to do to get the key?” There was a bemused smile on the older lady’s face.

"Anything grandma! Anything!” Mary blurted out without thinking.

"Anything? Really? Are you su..”

"YES! YES! YES!”

"Please don’t interrupt me. Are you absolutely definitely 100% sure you will do anything to get the key?”

"Yes, I am grandma” was the much calmer and collected answer.

"Perfect. Tell you what. The only thing you have to do to get the key is…” there was a focused look into Mary’s eyes. She felt as if it saw deep into her. She felt vulnerable. "Just say it already!” she thought.

"The only thing you have to do to get the key is to do nothing.”

"What? What do you mean nothing?”

"Gummy Bear think about it. I said I want you to spend a few days naked. Look at yourself..” her grandma pointed at her body.

"You are being mean..” Mary’s eyes welled up again and she started quietly sobbing. Her grandmother embraced her again.

"Sweetie I’m sorry. I know this isn’t easy for you. I do. If it was, I would just have to ask you and you would undress, spend a few days with me naked and it would be all over. But that wouldn’t work. Would it?”

Silence. Eyes pointed to the brand-new leather of the sofa. Grandma put her index finger on Mary’s chin and raised it. "Would it?”

"No…”

"Thank you for being honest sweetie. Please try to realise I do my best to be honest with you. I only told you one lie so far. Everything else was true. And the lie will be revealed in time too.” She waited for a reaction. There wasn’t any. Mary’s mind was too preoccupied with the key to think about what she just heard. "Besides what’s so wrong with this? You are naked. Yes. But so am I now. And there isn’t anyone else around.”

"But it’s not fair. You ARE wearing stuff!” Mary accused.

"What stuff?” grandma was puzzled but then realised. "Oh, nice try Gummy bear!” she grasped the necklace with the key.

"Now stand up. Its time to start our day. I told you it’s gonna be a long one. Haven’t I?”

"What? What do you mean "stand up”! I’m not showing you my..” Mary was cut off by her grandmother’s amused smile and her finger pointed at her nude body. She instinctively covered. "I hate that index finger you know?” she said and she meant it.

"Then let me give you a hand..” grandma offered with another smile. Mary accepted it but looked away. She stood up with the help of offered hand. Still, she kept her eyes set on the window.

"Look at you. All grown. You have filled out nicely sweetie. And look at that. Those nipples seem VERY hard. And isn’t that a little moisture between your legs?”

Mary’s face showed disgust at those words "Please don’t say things like that!”

"Oh, but look at that sofa my sweet child…” Mary did and saw a wet spot on the leather where she just sat. She turned red. Beetroot was pale in comparison.

"But.. But… I wasn’t… Im not…” there was that trembling lip again. Mary felt a hug. A new hug. Different hug. Warm hug. Soft hug… naked hug. She kept her hands away. But after a while she embraced her grandmother. The first touch was gentle. The same way she touched the puppies in the shelter. But then she realised it’s just the grandmothers back. There is nothing wrong with touching that. In fact, she has touched her grandma’s back many times now. Last summer they went to the lake and she put sunscreen on her back. It didn’t feel wrong in any way back then. Why should it feel wrong now? A woman and a girl felt firm embrace.

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