Gramma's Recipe's Pt. 01

"Mom and I are packing up gramma's house today." I held out Garth's travel mug that I just filled.

"Ok, Kim, well you'll be busy all day and most likely tired so order whatever you want for supper."

I follow him out to take our recycle bin to sidewalk, standing beside his car he kisses me intimately, rubs my bum affectionately. "I love you."

"Love you too, have a great day."

As Garth drives away, I'm roll the recycle bin down the driveway; I hear Emily, our neighbor across the street, cursing Jerome flipping him the bird. Standing on their front step in her housecoat, Jerome doesn't see her obscene hand gesture, as he's looking over his shoulder backing out their driveway. Jerome squeals his tires as he races away.

I don't know Emily and Jerome very well; Garth and I only moved to this suburban neighborhood 4 months ago.

I know if I were as upset as she appears I would want a friend, someone to hug or even just to vent to, so I cross the street; pondering how I might console her, as I've only been married a couple years, and she's got a daughter in college.

Ringing the doorbell, I decide to be matter of fact and frank. Emily is wiping tears as the door opens.

"Emily, I witnessed your disdain; I know I'm maybe too young to offer you advice so you can simply tell me to fuck off, that it's none of my business and I will. Or let me give you a hug, we'll have a coffee, and I'll quietly listen if you want someone to talk to, I won't judge and I'll only offer my opinion if you ask for it."

Emily's tears start flowing again as she opens her arms.

We embrace in the open doorway for several moments her face on my shoulder, her tear-soaked cheek against mine she tightens her grip and whimpers. "Thank-you, Kimberley, yes come in for a coffee." I follow her to the kitchen.

"Please call me Kim, only my mom calls me Kimberley." Emily retrieves a cup from the cupboard; fills both cups, "Cream or sugar?" Returns the pot and sits across the table.

"I'm sweet enough." Attempting to lighten the mood.

Emily takes a sip, with a grunt, "According to Jerome I better add a teaspoon of coffee to the sugar bowl." Emily wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her terry robe. I gaze empathetically at her, biting my lip as promised, waiting for her to talk or not. It was several moments of her fingers playing with her cup before she peers up at me. I tip my head slightly, raise my eyebrows and curl my lips into a sympathetic grin.

Emily took a sip, nodding her head as she set the cup back on the table, fingers holding it tight like it might try and get away. "Yesterday was our 22nd anniversary, he didn't mention it before work, all day I'd figured he likely made restaurant reservations to surprise me, so I didn't cook. Around 4 he called to say he would be late coming home. Again, I anticipated it was part of some big surprise." Emily's voice was cracking, fighting more tears, she looked directly at me.

"When he arrived around 8, he was angry his supper wasn't ready, so I hastily ordered his favorite, Thai take out. Simply out of curiosity I asked why he was late; he went with co-workers for drinks." Emily looked at the ceiling, whimpering, "He goes out for drinks on our anniversary and gets angry and scolds me for not catering to him, mad I didn't cook. With a simple question as to why he was late further triggered him into a rage, truly irate I ordered food instead of cooking. Yelling that I was spending too much of his hard-earned money. I'd never seen him in a mood like that."

Emily took a sip, wiped her eyes again, "Supper arrived, and he refused to eat, he went directly to bed with his laptop." Emily pursed her lips, looking like a sad, beaten puppy, "I was too scared to go to our bed, I slept on the sofa." Her tears began again. I desperately wanted to hug her to console her.

After a few moments Emily continued, "I made him a lunch this morning, he dropped it in the garbage and said he was no longer brown bagging at work, if I wasn't concerned about spending his money ordering take out, because I'm lazy, why should he; he said he'd be going out for lunch with work colleagues."

Emily was trying to compose herself. "I defiantly asked if we can't afford take out, how he can afford drinks and lunches." He went into another angry rage about how I don't have job so I should at least be able to cook, he is the one working hard every day making money, so he can spend it however he chooses."

Emily finished her coffee. "That's when he stomped out. I never mentioned it was our anniversary."

My phone chimed, I received a text, it was mom, she was on route to pick me up.

"I'm sorry Emily, that's just terrible, and I'd love to stay and help, but I have to go, my mom's a few blocks away, my Gramma died last week and we're cleaning her house today." I reach across for Emily's hand, she nodded said she understood and laid her fingers on my palm, forcing a smile. "Thank-you for listening it helped."

I stood, "I'll check in with you when I get back."

"I'd like that, again, thank-you for listening, I do feel better." Emily stood holding her arms out again. We embraced; as I stepped back, I lightly traced my fingernails along her arms, taking hold of both her hands. "Garth told me to order take out tonight if you want to join us." I smile with a little chuckle.

Emily had a bit of a smile, "I'm going to heat up the leftover take out he didn't eat last night and tell him it was expensive, I didn't think he would want me to throw it out." There was a genuine mischievous grin on her face as I exited. Pleased I'd made a new friend; Mom pulled up as I crossed the street.

Mom and I sorting everything as we were emptying the kitchen cupboards, we had a plastic storage box for items she wanted, another for me and a garbage can. Mom was emptying the cupboard above the fridge and handed me Gramma's recipe box, "That's for you, you've only been married a couple years; I already copied all her recipe's I want." I reach to take the small box, Mom holds the box tightly, so I look up at her, she smiles mischievously, looking down at me. "Did Gramma ever share any of her special secret recipes with you?" I look at her puzzled and query, "Special recipes?"

Mom, still holding the tiny box, steps down off the stool, "Yes the red cards in here," flipping open the box lid, there were likely 50 white cards, several blue ones, a few dog-eared folded papers, and a few red cards mom pulls out and hands to me. I read aloud the titles, taking the top one and tuck it under the others.

"Passion Paste, Libido Boost," I give mom a quick glance, she's grinning ear to ear, I read the next. "Steamy Stimulator, Ultra HOT Enhancer" and the last card, "Aphrodisiac Potion, with a black pen drawing of a skull and crossbones warning." Intrigued I start silently reading the ingredients.

"Kimberley, put them back in the box, you can read them at home, we can't get sidetracked with those, we've got plenty to do."

Mom whisked the cards from me, stuffed them into the tiny box and dropped it into my plastic bin.

My mind finds it tough to believe; Gramma had homemade sex potion recipes, and my mom obviously does too.

Mom went back on the stool and emptied the upper cupboard. "Your Gramma told me she got them from her mom; she experimented somewhat and warned me not to change anything, she said they were already perfect." Mom got down, started in another cupboard.

"So, you've tried them?" I asked.

"Oh yes, all of them." Mom had a huge grin as she carried a tote and used her foot to push a box across the floor. "We regularly use all of them."

She stopped, hesitated and stared at me "except the Aphrodisiac Potion; it's too dangerous."

"I assure you, they do work, they really made a difference in our sex lives."

"Eww, mom to much info."

Mom giggled, "ah you'll see, you're already super curious. Just heed the warnings sweety."

I couldn't get the titles out of my mind as we packed the remainder of Gramma's stuff.

It was nearly 4 pm when we stacked the last box in the living room for the thrift store to pick up tomorrow. I carried my last tote to mom's SUV; stacking it atop another; 4 were mine 3 were mom's.

I carried 2 totes to my door, mom had one, I set my 2 down on the step, opened the door and quickly went back for the last. I invited mom to stay for a beer or a glass of wine and told her she could call dad and join us for supper. She declined and kissed my cheek as we hugged.

I hurriedly poured myself a glass of wine, dug out the recipe box and tucked my feet under my bum on the sofa.

The Aphrodisiac Potion was the first card I read; I was very intrigued, the skull and crossbones, the highlighted warnings that the measurements need to be absolutely precise without any ingredient substitutions. The words under the yellow highlighting 'This potion should be considered very dangerous, NEVER more than 6 drops into 8 ounces of liquid for males and NEVER more than 4 drops to 8 ounces for females.' Another skull and crossbones image beside the highlighted words 'use only in a controlled environment.'

There were several ingredients I didn't recognize.

After reading all the cards I composed a list of ingredients I needed to buy. A quick internet search for the necessary ingredients and I discovered what wasn't available at the local grocery store were available from a natural health food store. I immediately ordered online everything I didn't have for next day delivery.

I finished my glass of wine, fantasizing about what these concoctions do.

Confident I had everything required to make a batch of the 'Steamy Stimulator,' I excitedly pour another glass of wine and head into the kitchen.

Olive oil and Peppermint extract were the main ingredients. I became excited and quite aroused while I measured out, being careful to follow the instructions exactly I blended a 1/2 batch in a cereal bowl.

The moment I was done I unbuttoned my blouse and lifted my bra, chugged the remainder of poured wine, as if to bolster my bravery.

I cautiously dabbed a bit of the liquid in the bowl with my fingertip and gingerly touched the liquid to the top of my already stiff left nipple.

"Whoa." I had barely begun spreading the thick liquid, and instantly a cool tingling started. The intense sensation, thrilling, cooling, titillating, my eyes widened my nipples hardened even more. I hurriedly removed my blouse and bra.

Dipping my forefinger into the dish retrieving a bit more of the solution, spreading it liberally over my areoles and rolling my extremely aroused nipples. My eyes closed and I inhaled deeply exclaiming,

"WOW!" sighing, reveling in the exquisite pleasure my tits were enjoying.

Already ardently aroused, my curiosity caused me to unzip my jeans and push them past my hips, they fell to my ankles, my feet tugged them off and I kicked them aside.

With nervous anticipation I inserted my right forefinger into the thick, oily liquid; I hesitated, reconsidering my intentions might be a slight bit too hasty.

I wet a dishcloth with warm water, just in case I needed a quick wipe.

A deep inhale and I cautiously touched the edge of my clitoris.

It was instantaneous, the cooling effect, the intense tingling sensation of pins and needles, was so exhilarating, and I was unbelievably aroused.

Desirous of more stimulation, I fought the urge to smear my labia.

I needed an orgasm, I bent my legs, squatted right there in the kitchen, knees wide and was about to shove my first two fingers into my twat to masturbate; when I realized my finger likely still had 'Steamy Stimulator' on them and putting that up my snatch might be detrimental.

I quickly wiped my hands with the warm dishcloth; while doing so I decided my fingers wouldn't properly quell this lust, I needed my dildo; I practically ran to the bedroom for my favorite toy.

Not requiring any additional foreplay, my pussy practically devoured the 7" shaft as I plunged it fully in. I set the mode to a pulsating, rotating twist internally and positioned the vibrating rabbit ears to wiggle on my tiny nub.

I closed my eyes, held the dildo deep, relishing in the sensations the toy was delivering rubbing my vaginal walls, contacting my g spot, I clamped my thighs together. A mere minute of the twisting, throbbing shaft and ticking, vibrating ears, I relinquish a deep groan with a strong trembling, quivering orgasm; albeit wonderful one climax wasn't enough to satisfy the insatiable lust the 'Steamy Stimulator' solution created.

I rolled onto my stomach, shoved a pillow under me, angled the false phallus properly and trapped it tightly between my legs, holding it fully inserted in my snatch for hands free use. I buried my face in another pillow, brought my hands to my tits, twisting, tweaking and pinching my nipples, I started a slow methodical hip rolling.

I soon began frantically humping, tweaking my nipples harder, having a powerful orgasm, muffled groaning, I was in the midst of my multiple orgasm when I felt Garth's naked body lower against me.

I never heard him come home. Although shocked, and embarrassed, I was still cumming, my hips writhing, unable to stop my pulsating torso, my body remained quivering in an orgasmic state.

Garth's fingers fondling my boobs, I let him replace mine as I raise my arms and clench the bedding. His rigid rod pressed between my butt cheeks. I shiver, my vaginal muscles twitch around the pulsating toy, and I groan even louder as yet another warm wave of ecstasy rushes through me, I savagely hump the dildo against the pillow, with the added pleasure of Garth on top of me.

Several gasping breaths later I calm, Garth rolls us onto our sides; he remains tightly spooning me.

"Mmmm, what a tremendous greeting," Garth wiggles the toy in my twat. "What got my sexy, hot wife so horny?" Tenderly fondling my breast and gently manipulating the dildo. Feeling myself steadily building toward another orgasm.

I hadn't looked at him yet, feeling rather embarrassed as I've never had anyone see me masturbate and unsure how he felt about me being so greedy in the afternoon without him. Him arriving as I'm climaxing by frantically humping a pillow, how must he feel about that?

"I, I uh, I uh found some of Gramma's old wives sex enhancing recipes. I tried one."

Garth releases the toy, placing my hand on his cock, he's rock hard; he lightly edged my labia and gently pushed on my clit as he nibbled my neck.

"Well, the sight of your ass in the air and your muffled screams has me horned right up too.

I sigh, on the cusp of another climax, I attempt holding it off, wanting Garth's cock in me.

I gather some of my excess pussy juice and tug Garth's rock-hard dick while twisting my position for him to continue effectively playing with my pussy.

Garth knew how to properly finger me; it was something I helped him perfect as I love it.

It was futile to resist any longer, I was once again cumming.

"Oh, uuhh, hhuuuhh, I, I'mmmm cuummming." I gasp, rolling onto my stomach, I raise my butt.

"My ass Garth, do me from behind," I got up on all fours lowering my face into a pillow, arching my back elevating my derriere,

"Fuck me up the ass Garth, you doing me doggy, is what I was imagining when you arrived."

Garth knelt behind me, it felt as if I was gaping as I barely felt his girth spread me as he easily slid into me. His powerful hands gripping my glutes, he began deep stroking me, I clenched my thighs together.

Garth sporadically adjusted his pace and angle, circling, he soon was rapidly pounding, and a few minutes and we climaxed simultaneously.

I didn't expect him to be so relentless and he remained ramming furiously and forced me flat on the bed, thrusting into me in similar fashion to how I was humping my dildo. Ramming hard as if that last extra push at the end of each thrust would contact something special deep within me.

"Oh, my gawd Garth, this is by far the best fuck I've ever had."

There's a sucking, slurping sound as he withdrew from me. He groaned and rolled us to our sides, spooning, he tugged me close, her arms tight around me and I twisted so we could kiss passionately.