Grandma Larson was a young woman for a grandmother but of course to us she seemed ancient. Well, not really, not after a few days, but you know when you first see her after not seeing her for months....Anyway, she'd had mom when she was only sixteen, out of wedlock; it wasn't something she or mom covered up but neither was it something we went out of our way to talk about. Then Mom got knocked up when she was just fourteen, and so there was Lois. The name they put down on the birth certificate was just some guy they made up, because in truth Mom didn't have a clue who the father was. Mom settled down a bit and when I was conceived a year later at least she knew whose kid it was. Mom got her tubes tied then so she could fuck around without anymore kids to worry about.

Anyway, Grandma Larson, whom we always called by her first name, Carol, was only 41 years old. And she had a damn good body and was real pretty and no shortage of guys sniffing around.

On previous visits we were fascinated to watch when Grandma worked on her "sculptures", a hobby she'd started a few years before and which she had now turned into a money-making profession she could do out of her home.

Basically, she made dildos from live models. Lois and I were learning how to make them too. Lois was especially excited about the prospect, I could take it or leave it, thinking it was kind of sissy stuff like playing violin or something.

These dildos sold like hotcakes at some of the tourist traps in town and through mail order, especially one "Signed and Numbered" set she'd made with Jeff Stryker. It was awesome, man, what a magnificent pecker that guy had. Carol told us he was wonderful to pose, very professional, and not the least bit gay, despite his screen persona. We had a stack of his videos and I for one was skeptical of Carol's claim about him not being gay, because if he wasn't he sure as hell was a consummate actor.

She usually made just one each day and there were several guys who were regular models, but she had used hundreds of models over the years, including quite a few teenagers. She told us "young cock is really the best to work with and makes just darling little sculptures, they're some of my best sellers."

One day a woman came by with her son, who was really not much older than me, maybe twelve. His name was George and he had red hair and freckles. Lois and I were in the kitchen and the woman was telling Carol what she wanted which was a live cast of her son's cock and a video of the process. Carol stated her fee and the woman paid. Carol asked if the woman wanted to stay and watch but she declined saying she had errands, but would be back in the afternoon.

Carol always let us help, and Lois made the boy feel comfortable and relaxed and took him to her bedroom where she helped him out of his clothes. When they came back to the studio George had quite a hardon, and I suspected my sister had been doing the prep work that I usually got stuck with. In fact, judging by the way she was picking at her lips I think she'd gotten herself some pubic hairs in her mouth!

I had the videocam set up and was doing some spot testing, checking the monitor and sound.

Carol asked George, "You a boob man or an ass man?"

George looked blank and said, "Huh?"

"You like tits, George, or prefer a girl's ass?" Carol explained......(cont)