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NOTE: The characters in this story partaking in sexual activities of any nature are all aged 18 or over.
Her long brown hair flowing in the gentle wind, your mother wore a blue checked shirt and matching denims with low heels to accentuate her calves, every gentle breath forced her pornstar chest to expand and attack the shirt that, surprisingly, held itself together against their enormity. Every step she took nearer to your grandma’s door compelled her globular calves to tighten up.
Your sister was just as daunting to look at, with equally long and loose blonde hair swept across her slender back covered by a sports top and shorts two sizes too small. Not that she cared much. It was all deliberate.
Your mother turned back with a quick scowl, realising you had lagged behind. “Keep up now – can’t keep your grandma waiting.” She pressed the doorbell and waited, for both of you to arrive.
You groaned in annoyance just as one of the upstairs windows creaked open to reveal your grandma’s face, wrinkled and weathered with age in so many ways you could lose count. “Ah, you’re here.” Her voice was softly-spoken, a tad soothing. “Go on in. We’ll be with you in a minute.” A groan came from behind as she lapped a thick pasty white liquid from her cleavage with a finger before sucking on it as she moved away.
“Alright.” Your mother slowly opened the door. When inside, you included, you waited in the hall for your grandma to make her appearance. You would have preferred to do that in the comfort of a chair in the living room, not the contrasting icy hall.
Above you, the floorboards started creaking as loud steps moved closer to the staircase, the ceiling spewing out dust in tandem with each stride.
Just then, your grandma appeared, wearing a top, underneath which her ample breasts jiggled as if they had minds of their own. “Sorry I had to keep you waiting. I was just giving your father a quickie. He should be down shortly.”
Upon your grandma finally by your side, you abruptly ejaculated at the sight of her breasts beating together, moaning with a quick pelvic jerk.
Your mother caught the display that just occurred with the corner of her eyes and was understandably traumatised by it. “Oh my god! I told you to empty your balls before we left!”
“I did!” you called back with a humiliated expression.
“Oh em gee!” your sister laughed, covering her mouth with a hand.
Your grandma though, acted a little more nonchalantly. “Glad to see I’m providing the desired effect for you — again.” your grandma cooed, gazing perversely at the new dark, dripping stain in your jeans. “I was worried it might’ve been an accident last time. What a shame that would’ve been.” She smiled, her wrinkles bunching up at the cheeks.
“Sorry about that, honestly,” your mother said with embarrassment, a hand to her forehead. She repeated her statement about having asked you to empty your balls before leaving earlier. “I didn’t think it would happen again. At least, not so obviously like before.”
“I think it’s hilarious,” your sister admitted with a smile. She always did like to laugh at other people’s misfortunes.
“Oh you would, wouldn’t you?” you retorted sarcastically.
Your grandma laughed it off, offering a quick glance at your discomfited expression. “Not to worry. He’s just gone to prove I’m still desirable for even men his age Though I admit,” your grandma added, looking at your Johnson, “you do need to control yourself. I know I;m insanely hot for my age, but you really need to put a curb on your urges, boy. I would hate to discipline you.”
You worriedly gulped at the thought of your grandma having to throw you over her leg and give you an old-fashioned spanking, pants down to bare your buttocks. She was always one for keeping with tradition. You dreaded to think what kind of humilation you’d endure.
“That’d be fun to watch,” your sister divulged with a smile that coerced her traps and neck to bulge and flex in concert.
“Oh hush, you,” your mother cautioned, shaking her head.
You glowered at your sister in annoyance, who stuck her tongue out in response.
Your grandma offered a laugh at your sister’s ever-honest reply, driving her tits against her top, straining it more and more. “No, no, I won’t do that. I’m pretty sure there are other ways to punish him,” she pointed out knowingly.
Your grandma folded her arms. “But right now, I think you ought to change out of that underwear of yours. I think you’ve a couple of spare pairs lying around somewhere from last time. They should do, she mentioned nonchalantly.
There was no reason to ponder about it. You immediately dashed upstairs like a gazelle, brushing past your relatives.
“Make sure to freshen up while you’re at it,” your mother shouted up. “God knows fake taxi porno you need to!”
Half an hour later, you were freshened up and ready to tolerate your grandma. Or at least, you were willing to try. After all, if she made you lose your load without making an effort, imagine what would happen if she did! At any rate, you would need to sit around her.
When downstairs, you found your grandma sat at the dinner table wearing a bikini, whilst your mother, sister and grandpa sat at opposite ends.
“Ah, glad you could join us,” your grandma declared with pleasure, offering a smile that emphasised the wrinkles on her face. “I was wondering when we’d see you again.”
Reluctantly you complied; taking slow, strategically placed steps closer to the sexy woman who nursed your mother for years, her mammaries swollen with milk and pressing against the table.
She squeezed her breast teasingly, winking. “Go on sweetie, give it a feel. You know you want to.”
Your mother offered a quick glower that implied you best do what was asked. But you were conflicted; you liked big-breasted women, there was no doubting that, but the events of last time were a mistake. At least to you.
Despite the confliction, you caved and enveloped your hand round your grandma’s tit before realising the full span of your hand barely encompassed even half the gland’s size! It was unbelievable!
Your grandma smiled. “Surprised you’re so shocked,” she admitted, clocking your emergent erection with a grin. “You’re definitely happy about it though.”
Your mother distanced herself from your grandma, moving towards the fireplace as she watched you take her place. You observed your grandma’s breast for a moment, trying to wrap your head round the sheer size of it. large it was indeed; its circumference must have been four times bigger than your mother’s.
“Big, aren’t they?” your grandma teased.”
You jerked forward with lust, suppressing your erection.
“I’ll say!” your sister interjected, green with envy. If there was anybody she wanted to be like, it was, beyond question, her grandma. “Mine look like lemons compared to yours.”
“Aww, don’t worry, sweetheart,” your grandma said, trying to reassure your sister. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ll catch up to me eventually.”
Your face turned beet red with embarrassment, concealing your hard-on with a cupped hand.
“No need to be so embarrassed, dear,” your grandma cooed as she rose from the table. “It just means you appreciate me in your own special way,” she added with an expression so sultry, it would melt anyone’s heart!
You nodded in reluctance, suppressing the urge to ejaculate a second time. God knows what would have happened if you disagreed. Every time your grandma spoke, her muscles rippled and popped, so your attempt at controlling your bodily fluids would prove difficult.
When it was time for dinner, things only got more awkward. You first realised that would be the case when you caught onto the seating arrangement, which was very particular. Sitting comfortably — or at least, attempting to — you realised your mother was seated directly to your left, your sister to your right and your grandma directly ahead.
Your grandpa was to be seated to your grandma’s right, but he had the duty of dishing out the meals of the evening. You tried to focus on eating your own meal, but each time a mouthful was taken, your mind drifted away into wondering just how much food your mother and sister could actually digest. Each mouthful to them was a whole meal to you! How much they ate was emphasised by their long and loud burps.
Your grandma was different. Much, much different, and it should not have been as much a surprise to you as it was. While every mouthful your mother and sister ate was a meal to you, her first of many meals to your grandma was a fortnight’s worth of food to you! Her stomach was wide and round, visibly pressing against the table’s edges. And in spite of that, her brick-thick abs still showed through her top, a button missing from her trousers.
“This has to be one of the best meals you’ve cooked to date,” she said, praising your grandpa. Her stomach visibly swelled outward as she took another, pounds-heavy mouthful, her belly stretching and widening to better accommodate the ballooning. “I might have to reward you for it tonight,” she added teasingly.
Your grandpa chuckled.
You watched as your grandma continued eating ravenously, intermittently releasing burps that dwarfed your mother and sister’s combined! You groaned with lust at the sight, groping your balls under the table.
Your mother nudged you gently. “Not while we’re eating.” A splodge of spaghetti dropped from her fork.
Your grandma laughed it off. “It’s fine. He’s lasted longer than I family stroke porno thought.” Despite reassuring your mother, she teased you further by slipping out of her slipper and groping your crotch with her bare foot. “Not so sure how much longer he’ll be able to tolerate it though,” she added, feeling your hard-on grow between her toes. “Maybe I should just end it for him now. What do you say? Should I give you a quickie, right here so everyone can watch?”
You whimpered in response, shaking your head in refusal. It was full steam ahead now; ever since you arrived, your grandma was being nothing but a pure tease. But now she was going so far as to try and get you to openly jack off to her!
“Oh come on. You don’t know what you’d be missing out on, sweetie.”
You groaned in half-annoyance and half-lust. Your grandma should not have been doing this to you, and yet she was driving you round the bend!
Your sister laughed. “Look at him squirm!”
“You can say yes, sweetheart,” your mother said. She wanted you to agree — you saw it in her eyes: the hope. “There’s nothing wrong in it. What if I joined in, would that help?!” Her voice was almost as sultry and commanding as your grandma’s!
You shook your head again, “No, sprinting from the kitchen and running upstairs, your boots rhythmically stamping on the steps.
“He’ll come around,” your grandma stated with a smile.
When night approached sleep was difficult for the reason that your sister’s snoring was anything but quiet. While you knew everything your grandma tried to impose throughout the day was wrong, you couldn’t deny it was she who kept you awake. You had to do something to help you sleep.
You rose from the bed and tiptoed past your drooling sister, whose arm dangled free from the sheets. Gently, you opened the door just enough to squeeze through and quickened your creeping slightly as you entered the hall.
“Phew.” You made your way towards the toilet and were just about to open its door when your ears picked up rhythmic creaking and some other sounds before a final, definitive thud from further down the hall. Usually, you would have presumed those noises to simply be the house creaking from the harsh night winds, but curiosity gripped you, so you ventured down the hall to the source of the noise: your grandma’s bedroom.
Your conscience played no part now; as soon as you reached the door it had gone both deaf and blind. You were on your own with nothing to guide you. Only after opening the door would you know if it was meaningful. You opened the door slowly at first, just enough to peek your eye through. Then you saw it.
Your grandma stood naked by the TV, pleasuring your grandpa with a blowjob, his legs over her shoulders, her salt-and-pepper hair loose and draped over her back, throat bulging with every cock thrust.
“All those months of waiting, of holding your load in,” she declared between sucks, “and now you’re being rewarded.”
Your attention was then put drawn to her stomach; round and fat-like, reminiscent of when she gorged on the food at dinner time. The difference here though, her belly had been filled to the brim with a near constant flow of your grandpa’s repressed load. You could literally see it visibly stream down her throat in thick bulges and hit the bottom of her expanding gut. Every time she felt your grandpa getting flaccid, the mere jiggle of her gravity-defying cantaloupe-sized breasts mushed against his comparatively small chest was enough to make him hard again.
You felt yourself getting hard at the spectacle; the hardest you’ve ever been! Your cock tented to your grandma’s audible swallows and contracting breasts as she pulled your grandpa in further, thrusting more of his tube steak down her bulging gullet.
Finally she clocked you and, defying all odds against her, was able to offer a full pleasant smile whilst sucking. Her next swallow was the loudest, which was probably deliberate. “Sweetie!” Her vice-like grip on him released, your grandpa slid free from your grandma into an exhausted heap. “How nice of you to drop by.” She turned to face you, her swollen cum-filled gut rolling with the motion, then started making her way towards you in a sultry manner.
You did not gulp, wince, or cry out in protest at what came next. Instead, you endured. With your grandma’s every step your erection only intensified.
When finally facing you a mere couple of inches apart, your bodies were starkly contrasted — pointlessly so! A vast shadow engulfed your smaller frame so much; it was as if it had turned your skin completely black!
“Now,” she said, kneeling on both knees, taking a hold of your underwear, a finger gracing your hard-on for a moment, “why don’t we see what you’re made of.” Using barely any of her strength, she tore your female agent porno underwear free from your waist like tissue paper and watched as the totality of your phallus was finally made known to her, springing upwards.
Your grandma licked her lips. “My my,” she said, taking hold of your cock. “Your mother certainly has been taking care of you over the years, hasn’t she?” She bared her tongue out for you to see it before licking your shaft, ending with a quick suck before pulling back. “Wonder how much sugar I’m going to get from your lollipop this time.”
You moaned as your grandma took your cock in her mouth hungrily, her tongue churning within your shaft. As she went ball-deep, her throat bulged to match the shape of your sack, using a free hand to grope one of her breasts. You returned the motion by grabbing your grandma’s shoulder’s with both hands in an attempt to knead them, but it was pointless; the pleasure you were experiencing was too much to help you concentrate.
Your grandma’s bulging stomach gurgled, indicating something of significance was coming. As that took place though, she quickened her pace, going even deeper, her lips touching your thigh. Pulling out, she frowned. “Don’t hold back, darling. Sugar’s good for the skin.” Her voice was sultry, rivaling that of even the greatest porn star.
Then almost suddenly, the build-up now unbearable, you came with a quick pelvis thrust, shooting your load into your grandma’s mouth, bending forwards against her delt. Her hearing was dulled for that one moment of pleasure, but your sense of feel was far from dampened; heaving breaths, you literally felt your load expel, felt your grandma’s hand still working your dick even as she swallowed.
“That’s a good boy,” she complimented with a grin before pulling herself up to stand over you, her stomach churning from the vast quantities of bodily fluids she consumed. “Thick and creamy.”
“I didn’t realise I had that much in me,” you softly admitted in between pants.
Your grandma laughed. “Honestly, I thought you’d have much more in you, but beggars can’t be choosers.” She moved over to her your grandpa, her stomach visibly and audibly churning in line with each step. He was soundly asleep. “Still, it’s better than what he had to offer.”
A hand over your cock, you stood up and headed to the door to leave. There wasn’t that much of a reason to hang around anymore. You looked back to see your grandma. She burped loudly before rubbing her clit that, predictably, made you hard again!
“I knew you weren’t finished” she declared happily, sauntering back up to you and pulled you in closer so your dick met her cunt. Eventually, rhythmic thrusts came from you both.
“This is good, isn’t it? A mother may know what’s good for her child, but a grandma knows what’s best for everyone.” Your grandma quickened her thrusts, pumping her cunt up and down in tandem with the bobbing of your cock.
You winced, indicating another ejaculating period was fast approaching. And then—
You released as expected, more powerfully than before, sending the cream into the deepest cavities of your grandmother’s cunt. When it eventually ended, you collapsed onto the floor panting. Your grandma loomed over; her wide, cum-filled gut and dripping pussy reaching over the width of your back visibly squirmed as the love juice traveled through her.
“He’s been brought up well,” she said contentedly, stroking her squirming gut.
The next day, you were leaving, in the car with your sister, processing and explaining to her the events of last night. Your sister’s eyes were glazed over with excitement, as if to suggest everything you just had said was thrilling for her, though she couldn’t deny the hint of jealousy within.
“She gave you a BJ?” she looked out the car window to her grandmother’s house door with slight bewilderment, surprised a woman so old could still do such a thing. “You know what I’d give just to sleep with her? That’s frigging awesome!” she admitted excitedly.
Your mother entered the car. “I asked your grandmother if she wanted to stay with us while things start to take hold, but she regretfully declined” she said with a slight frown.
The car’s gears turned as she pulled the vehicle out of the driveway slowly.
“Maybe next time though” Your mother added.
You turned to look out the window at your grandmother’s house, wondering when he’d next see her.
Your grandmother moved through the hallway slowly, turning into the kitchen where your grandfather sat at the table reading the paper. A gurgling sound filled the old man’s ears, compelling him to rest the tabloid on the varnished wood before making eye contact with his sex-mad wife, from whom the burbling sound came.
She slowly removed her gown with a smirk, allowing it to brush gently against her back lats before dropping gracefully to the floor. She smiled down at him, stroking her naked writhing belly, implying something moved within it.
“Yes,” she said with a knowing tone, brandishing a devilishly proud smirk. “Your grandson just gave me a baby.”
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