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Cyber Granny (Omako + Celebstars)

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Vincent Tunney had just finished plugging in the last few chords. Now he just had to boot it up, and it was ready to go. His Grandma Robin had wanted his help to fix her computer, and he'd decided to throw in a little addition of his own. He had installed a software program that allowed him to remotely activate the webcam built into the monitor, in case he wanted to check-in on her secretly. Once he got the computer up and running, he checked that the program worked right, and everything else was running fine as well.

"Alright Grandma. I got it up and running. So, what do you need the computer for?" She'd seemed particularly concerned with having him fix the internet functionality for the computer.
 
Robin was not exactly in with the modern times. She had been left behind due to her interest in book reading and crosswords. Most of her time was spent either at home or at the library, exploring new objects to read. One day however she felt extremely lonely as she looked around her home. Her husband had passed a few years ago which was probably why Robin kept her head in a book. Despite living alone, she had a rich family around her, two daughters and a few grandchildren, her eldest grandchild, Vincent, was with her now.

"You might think it is silly. I wanted to try dating on it?" Gulping, she seemed a little embarrassed talking to her grandson about it. "I'm happy you have set it up in my bedroom for me. I thought it would of gone downstairs in the living room. But your the expert" she smiled. "Do you think you could just set me up on dating to?"
 
So she wanted to try dating again? Not what he expected, but not particularly surprising either. His Grandmother still looked pretty damn good, even for her mid-50's.

"Alright. Are you looking for a serious relationship, or just a few experimental dates first?" He asked as he turned on the computer and began Googling dating sites. He already had a place in mind, but better to talk and make it seem like he was accounting for her tastes so she'd trust his input more.

Having gotten her answer, he pulled up the site, "Room for 2," so they could begin building her profile.
 
"Well I want someone like your granddad. Someone I can spend years with." Robin told him. She was clearly old fashioned, believing in staying with one person until the very end. She had accomplished that until now. "There must be someone else there my age who would want the same?" Looking up at her grandson as she was seated in the chair, she watched as he leaned over her and browsed various sites. Robin was wearing a black cardigan with a white shirt on underneath. Blue navy jeans clung to her legs as did a pair of sandals. Her long black hair was groomed perfectly back in to a ponytail and it swung when her head turned to look at him again. "What else do I need to fill in? You know everything about me."

Seeing the site 'Room for 2' she saw the pictures which belonged to the members. "They are all younger than me?"
 
"There's people of a lot of different ages on this site, but this site has a reputation fort its users being very mature, no matter their age. Even the young college age guys are supposed to be as mature as Grandpa." There was some truth to his words. Everyone who used this site was certainly very mature. "Give them a chance. You never know."

"Alright, we've got things like your gender, age. Just a few more personality questions and a profile picture and you're ready for invites."

He mentally noted the login information himself. He didn't trust her to remember it herself until she got the hang of the site. Once they finished her profile, he then gave her a quick run-through of how to access the site and how to login.
 
"Write down how I log in to it please." Robin watched as he fiddled with a few things on the site. She had no idea what he was doing, but she trusted him. It wasn't as if he was going to write embarrassing features about her. "How do I know when someone is interested?" Pointing to the screen, her nail nearly scratched the surface. After her grandson showed her what to do, Robin then started to play with it herself, using the cursor to move and click various captions.

After she had got used to it, Robin moved away from the computer. "Do you want something to drink at all?"
 
He wrote the login details down on a piece of paper. With it, she could look at her account information anytime she'd like. "If someone's interested, you'll see a little note pop up here. If you click on their name here, and you can see their profile, send them messages, or respond to their invitations."

He went through again, uploading her chosen profile picture.

"I guess I'll take a glass of lemonade. Thanks Gramma."
 
Watching again, she believed she had the hang of it. She wasn't to keen on a profile picture though, not wanting everyone to see her. Robin was self conscious about her looks, especially given that she wasn't young anymore. "I'll fetch you lemonade" Leaving the room she walked down the stairs away from her bedroom and in to the kitchen. After getting a glass from the cupboard, she peered in to the fridge and took out the bottle of lemonade. Pouring him a glass she called him downstairs, shouting throughout the house.

In the mean time, Robin started to make herself some coffee, needing a refreshment herself.
 
Vincent, making a couple more adjustments to the webcam, ran downstairs to join his grandmother. entering the kitchen, he accepted the lemonade she'd poured for him, having a seat at the table while his grandmother made some coffee. With her back to him as she prepared the maker, his eyes ran along her body. She was still a very attractive woman at her age, a good diet and moderate activity staving off most wrinkles or sag in her body. He knew she'd find herself with plenty of requests on the site once her profile had been up for a bit.

"So, Gramma, I notice you looked a bit nervous while we were working on the last part of your profile. Was something bothering you about it?"
 
"I just don't like the way I look" Robin replied, stirring her mug of coffee before going to sit down at the opposite end of the table. "So I check it about once a day?" Crossing her leg over the other, her jeans tightened against her thighs. Once they had spoke some more, once again going over the web page and how it worked, Robin decided it was time that he left. Of course she loved him being there, even letting him stay in the guest room, but she had to go out, do her own things plus she needed to do some shopping.

"If I have any problems I will give you a call ok?" Seeing him out of the door she went upstairs and got her purse and coat. When she was all set, Robin made her way out of the house, locking the door and leaving.
 
"Yeah. Once, maybe twice a day if you send an invite and are hoping for a response. The important thing is to just check it regularly." Walking her through the workings of the site again, he got up when she decided it was time he headed home. Giving his grandmother a hug, he walked out the door and got into his car for the drive back to his place.

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Most of his evening was uneventful, so he decided later to check if the webcam program he'd fiddled with was working. Turning on his computer, he used it for remote access to his grandma's set up. If the computer was on, he'd get a visual encompassing most of her bedroom from the webcam.
 
After a day of shopping Robin came back to her home. Walking through the corridor in to the kitchen she placed the bags on to the table and took off her coat. It had started to rain when she was out, making her drenched in water. Quickly putting all of the groceries away, she put her coat up on to the hook near the door before running up stairs. Opening her bedroom door the computer was still on, the dating site on screen with a message on it. Looking over at it Robin forgot about her wet clothes for the time being, leaning over the desk and moving the cursor before clicking on it. Not knowing the webcam was watching, it would have seen her cleavage as she leaned over the desk.

The message was from another old man, Roy57 the username. He commented on her picture and asked her how her day was going. He was around her age and was quite handsome by his own picture. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. Robin tried to remember how to respond, looking on the screen until she saw the 'Reply' icon. Once she did, she turned her back on the screen and took off her shirt and jeans, exposing her white bra and panties to the camera. She was still firm and slim in build, not one bit of sag on her at all. Being healthy really did pay off.

Walking out of the room now, she left the door open and went to the opposite side of the hallway. The bathroom was situated at the other side, meaning the camera would be able to see past her room and the corridor towards the shower. As she was alone, she had no reason to shut the door. Slipping off her bra, her firm milky white breasts with her large areolas bounced against her chest and a little bush appeared just above her groin as the panties slid off. Stepping in to the shower, the glass door steadily started to steam up, blocking any view.
 
Vincent was really glad the visuals were one way, so he had no inhibitions about the erection he was sporting. The wet clothes had been erotic enough as they hugged her curves, but his Grandma had just given him something maybe one-step shy of a strip show. When she leaned went to remove jeans, he immediately set his computer to record the visual, not wanting to lose this show anytime soon, and knowing he'd do this again.

He took note of her figure as she stripped and stepped into the shower. Though disappointed that the steam blocked his view, he knew she'd have to step out again, when a devious idea crossed his mind. She'd stalled stripping her wet clothes long enough to answer one message, maybe she'd do so for another.

While she showered, he hastily threw together a profile on the site himself, quick with it by faking his information and name. For a profile picture, he grabbed an image from one of his older college buddy's friends. She'd never really recognize the guy, nor was it likely she'd ever meet him. Using this front, he sent her a message, asking how she was doing and that she'd caught his eye.
 
The woman continued to shower, her hands combing through her long black hair before going to grab the shampoo. She filled every strand of the soap before rinsing it clean with the shower. The warm water felt magical on her against the chilly air outside. Robin certainly felt better for it until she had to get out. Turning the shower off she opened the glass door to reveal her wet soaked body. Her skin glimmered in the bathroom light, the shine reflecting off her until she wrapped a towel around her body and walked in to the bedroom.

On the computer screen Robin had seen another message. Clicking on it she was surprised to see a much younger male than herself. "Hi, Nice to meet you" she responded, wanting to keep it casual. She couldn't believe someone young enough to be her grandson would message her. Smiling to herself, she got up and let the towel fall from her body. Her bare figure was now naked in front of the webcam.
 
Watching her step out of the shower, Vincent tried to keep his tongue in his mouth as she stepped out, dripping wet as she dried herself off. As she walked into the bedroom again, he adjusted the camera to focus more on her when she got closer. Her tits hung forward as she bent to type her response, giving a sizable show of cleavage in the towel.

Vincent immediately got to work on a response. Even if the conversation didn't get this persona that much closer, every second she focused on the computer instead of dressing was a second he recorded for later.

"We seem to share a lot of interests, so I thought I might at least strike up a conversation. I guess you must've just joined the site. There's no way I would've overlooked such a pretty woman for that long. I'm in the middle of college, but I'd prefer an intelligent woman who can hold a conversation to the nymphs running around the campus. How about yourself?"
 
Going through her wardrobe Robin wanted to find something comfortable to wear for the rest of the evening. Scratching her arm as she looked, the noise from the site made her aware that another message had come through. If she was going to be honest, she hoped it was from an older man, it would be someone she could relate to. God knows what younger people talk about today.

Sitting down at the desk, it was a message from that young gentleman again. Sighing, she opened it up but felt somewhat happy that she did. Seeing how he flattered her and was interested in intelligent women, Robin felt good about replying to him.

"What is your name? You look very handsome in your picture to. It does feel weird as you are around the same age as my grandson. Doesn't that put you off?" Clicking send, she got up from the chair, her ass cheeks swaying before bending down to her drawers. Picking up some black underwear she pulled the piece of cloth up her legs to her groin.
 
Vincent took a few snapshots in particular of her bent over slightly, her butt sticking out as she dug through the wardrobe looking for something to put on before responding. He worried at the sigh, but he could see her face brighten up a bit reading the actual response. He might make some progress on this endeavor tonight yet.

"My name is Paul. Glad you think that of me." he answered the first part so that she could let his answer to her question sink in by itself.

"I don't really see why it should put me off. I'm looking for someone who I can have a good conversation with, maybe see in a relationship, casual or romantic. If she happens to be a good looking older woman, why should I complain? If you're easy to talk to, not to mention easy on the eyes, age is just a number. If you put yourself out there, there's no question you'd be a cougar."

He knew this might raise at least one question, which guaranteed him another response.
 
Robin liked his response one she had checked it out. He seemed cheeky yet mature, older despite being younger. The idea of her being a cougar made her excited for some reason, possibly because she had never been one. So began her reply. "You seem very nice, I am looking for a relationship, not causal fun. I want someone to be able to talk with, share feelings with. Not someone who just wants to go out all the time or have sex every night. So I am letting you know all of this now. If you choose to leave then no hard feelings. I just don't want you to waste your time."

Her message was a test of character. She wanted to know what he really felt. Maybe he was older than his years, wanting the same as her, but she couldn't see why. As she typed her message, she was wearing a matching bra to her panties. Her private areas fully covered up.
 
She hadn't rejected his account, and Vincent realized he had the opportunity to continue this and seduce his own Grandmother. Somehow, that didn't seem at all like a bad idea to him. So he began typing a response to her. Despite her clothed figure, he was sincere with his answer, wanting to try and see her reaction.

"Most people assume college students like myself are just looking for a casual partner to relieve our stress or enjoy ourselves, but that's not what I want out of this. I know that later in life, if I wait to find a partner, I'll always worry if I'm right for her, if she wants me, what I have, if she's judging me for my standing. I believe my best chance is to look for someone now, when I have prospects, but nothing material to offer. If you want a man seeking a romantic relationship, one you can talk to anytime, share good and bad times and feelings with, I'm what you're seeking, or at least I'm certainly trying to be. I imagine sexual intimacy might come with time, but for a woman I could find happiness with, I'd be chaste for life. If you think I'm the man you're looking for, I look forward to hearing from you again."

He sent her the message, still admiring her figure despite it's cover. Even if he was her grandson, maybe he could be the man she was looking for, the way she was the woman he desired.
 
Robin hadn't seen his new message. By the time it arrived she had already got fully dressed and was now downstairs making herself something to eat. It was her usual pairing of clothes, jeans, t-shirt and cardigan. She wasn't sure if her family had seen her in anything else.

A few hours had passed, the grandmother had eaten her stew and was now reading a book. She got distracted when a leaflet came through her letterbox. Standing up from her chair she went over to the door to grab it from the floor. Another stupid menu from a local shop which drove her wild. After putting it in the bin she remembered the site and the young man she was talking to. Looking up at the ceiling she slowly walked up the stairs and towards her room, sitting at the desk and seeing his message. What she saw made her feel happy. He clearly wanted what she did, which surprised her, but nevertheless she should give him a chance she thought.

"I'm glad you want similar things to me. You seem like a sweet gentleman and I would certainly like to get to know you." Robin would have wrote more but instead she yawned and stretched her arms. Taking off her cardigan she put it on the back of the chair along with her t-shirt and jeans. The surprising then that came next was her taking off her bra and then her panties, revealing her naked form again. Robin slid in to the bed, the covers keeping her warm. His grandmother slept naked.
 
Vincent had cut the recording after she left for her evening routine, and hadn't turned visuals back on to witness this information, though he'd learn it eventually. He didn't check the profile again until the next morning. Reading his Grandmother's reply, he grinned that she'd believed him.

He typed out a response, asking her a bit more about her hobbies, what she liked to do on a typical day. Meanwhile, he called in a favor from a couple of his friends in the theater's costume and make-up group. Sending them a picture of himself and the profile, he asked them to create a wig and make-up set to help him play the part as he chose. He was in shape enough to pass off as the man in question if he could duplicate a few features of his head.

Evertything was beginning to come together. Sending the messages, he packed up his laptop and books, shutting off his computer and leaving the house for his commute to class.
 
"Hobbies? I like reading, doing crosswords, going for walks, typically things people my age do" She felt very nervous after writing that, gosh she felt old. "I would love to do more adventurous things though. Maybe go travelling more." Putting her finger to her lip, she was daring herself to write more wild things. Maybe he wouldn't hold her to them, instead just admiring how courageous she was being. "Also would love to maybe go sky diving, although it seems rather scary. How about yourself?"

Clicking send, she to was getting on with her day, visiting her daughter, his mother. They spent time shopping together, Robin helping her buy from dresses and shoes. She to bought a nice dress, thinking she would wearing it when the weather was nice.
 
Between classes, Vincent made a brief check of the profile, seeing the reply and immediately getting to typing one himself, interested in the "adventurous things" she had brought up himself. He also knew that she might still feel insecure about her age, given how she'd immediately followed her "elder's" habits with mentions of wanting to do other things.

"I have thought about Sky-Diving once or twice, but never really imagined I'd actually try it, personally. That is interesting though, I've never met someone your age who was still so interested in thrills. Most have either settled into their routine and forgotten them, or already had those thrills in life. I like going to a good movie, a good drive or walk in the night air. I think myself a romantic type, though admittedly not the most active type."

Sending the response, he went through a couple more of his classes during the day, public speaking and negotiation, and some minor medical sciences like Psychology and Biology. He was interested in going into law, either as an officer or a lawyer, and these skills also helped him understand people better for conversation.
 
After visiting her daughter and telling her about her adventures in online dating, Robin left the home and proceeded to go to her own. She told her daughter she was speaking to someone who seemed fun, plus he was cute to. Of course she was talking about her grandson, with the fake profile, but it could have been anyone to her daughter.

Quickly getting to the computer when she got in, she still had her jacket on, showing how eager she was to see any new messages. There was some from elder gentleman, all wishing her a happy day and hoping she would reply. Robin ignored and deleted them, instead going to her younger admirer.

"Seems we have things in common which is nice. That always helps when meeting new people. We can't get bored of one another. Would you like to go get some coffee some time?" Gulping as she wrote it, she felt like she was desperate.
 
It was a little later that night when Vincent got home, just in time to wave to his Grandma as she left after her day out shopping with his mother. Heading up to his room, he checked the computer to find she'd responded again before he got home. She'd invited him out for coffee. An invitation to what was essentially a date. This was going a bit farther than he expected, but at the same time, he certainly did like where it was going. He turned on the webcam for her computer to check on what was going on for her as he typed out his response.

"I'd love to meet with you. We could discuss a bit about our routines and hobbies in person. So, how was your day?" He'd picked up the disguise kit from his friends before returning home, so he'd be ready anytime to "meet" her.
 
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