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I Turned My Grandmother Into A Phone Sex Operator.




Meet Miss Veranda Swing. 

She smokes 2 packs of cigarettes a day, only drinks coca cola or coffee, and has a THICK southern accent. That "bless your heart" tone of voice that calls you sugar and makes me feel right at home whenever I find myself in Texas Hill Country. She's adventerous and coy, always looking to have new experiences. Her fondest memories are of when she was a younger woman and would cheat on her husband. A bit of an exhibitionist, she loves fucking in the back of cars or anywhere she might get caught. She makes killer fucking biscuits. 

Her charecter is a lonely old ranch wife left to her vices while her husband travels globally. She's always on the look out for a young stud or a silver fox with a nice cock. With a heart of gold and a dark sense of humor, she is hilarious as she is sweet and sexy. She is a self declared GILF. 
Grandma I'd like to fuck.

I most recently came out of the "dominatrix closet" only a few months ago. And by out, I mean everyone who knows me knows that I am a sex worker. My family, people I baby sit for, my ex husband, my dad, my partner's parents. I mean everyone. I don't hide it anymore because I'm a place where I am privaledged enough to not have to hide the work that I do. Overall my family is really quite supportive of it. In that regard, I am very blessed. 

Anyway, so I was coming out to grandma as a sex worker, really quite unsure as to how she would react. She seemed concerned at first, but then I explained that when I was taking in person clients I worked at a commercial dungeon ( at the time we had security) and it was all very legal. I hadn't taken new in person clients for quite sometime though. And when I told her I was working only online during the pandemic that seemed to ease her fears a bit. 

Soon enough, I had piqued her interest with stories of clients and she was asking me questions left and right. 

My favorite:
" Had you ever met yourself a fella that wanted you to piss on em!?" 
"Yes grandma, I have peed on a lot of guys." 

Well, that just tickled her. 
I could see her eyes glistening and she just thought it was the damndest thing. After straining to simplify what a dominatrix does, she asked me if I had ever done plain old phone sex. I explained that sometimes I did, although I found it boring and not mentally stimulating enough for my liking.

"Oh well shit, I need extra money. I could do that! I got a dirty fuckin' mouth on me!" 

And so it came to be that I taught my grandmother how to be a PSO.

The first call I let her listen in on was a beta husband with a cuckold fetish. His wife loved Big black cocks and was constantly cheating on him. I played the role of Shelly, his wife's best friend. He would often call me to see what his wife was doing. I would let him know that his wife was cheating on him, making sure to give him every juicy detail of her wild sexcapades. Sometimes he would want to talk to his wife while she was getting fucked but didnt want her to know that he knew what she was I up to. So, I would have to switch from playing Shelly to playing his wife and try desperately to sound not suspicious while in the middle of being gangbanged. Then, I would tell him how badly I wanted him to eat my pussy when I got home knowing damn well that like 12 dudes just busted a nut in me. 

My grandmother was astonished listening to me. She gawked at me. Her mouth hanging wide open and her eyes in disbelief. As soon as the client hung up, she busted out laughing. She couldnt believe what she had just heard. For me of course, this is like every day stuff and leaves me relatively unphased, but for her it was wild as shit. 

She was so excited to get started. The thought of having a little extra income and being able to talk to real people instead of her tomato plants was motivation enough for her to dive right in.

I did of course explain that it would take patience, being available for regular hours, watching a lot of porn to learn different fetishes. 

I don't know how many people can say they watched fem dom porn with their grandma, but I can rest easy knowing I've crossed that off my bucket list.

I had to really emphasize the fact that this IS work. Its not easy work either. Its a huge commitment to be successful. Having had experience working as a dominatrix for 5 years before diving into the online/phone sex industry gave me a huge advantage. I couldn't imagine starting from scratch, but knew my grandmother had plenty of time on her hands to get it rolling if she made the commitment. 

In no time, Grandma was taking calls. After her first one, she called me up immediately to give me all the details. I could tell she was REALLY into it and I just thought that was adorable. Its been about a month now and she's still at it, but business is slow. We need to work to refine her listing and she has a lot to learn. I mean, she's not tech savvy and the marketing needed to get her rolling would take a lot of time alone. That will have to be something I help her more with when I travel back down to Texas again, but for now, it keeps her busy and gives her some extra spending money. She seems happy to do it. I just keep telling her to stick with it. It took months before I could establish enough clientelle to switch over to doing this full time. Its slow to roll but if you can get it rolling, it certainly has its perks. 

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