Chapter 3

Mom was already up when I woke after a restful night. Throwing on a robe, I found her in the kitchen ready to serve breakfast. While we ate, I mentioned I needed to shower afterward.

She frowned and objected, “There’s no time for that. We’re going to Mom’s house which is a six-hour drive. We need to get started as soon as we clean the table. I want to explain my divorce to Mom before my sister tells her.

“No problem. I can take a shower tonight at Gran’s,” I agreed. How many days do you think we’ll be there? I’ll need to figure out what clothes to take.”

Smiling confidently, she replied, “I’ve already packed our bags. For the long drive, wear your shorts so you’ll be comfortable.”

We were soon on the road, with Mom at the wheel, on our way to Grandma’s place, located near the college that I would attend in the fall. Mom and Dad insisted I go to school somewhere near family, and fortunately, Gran lived by the best school in the state. Grandpa, much older than Gran, died in a car wreck fifteen years ago. Gran was pregnant with Mom at eighteen.

The business Grandpa owned thrived at the time of his death. Gran already had enough money and income to live comfortably, so she decided to sign the company over to Mom and Aunt Diana. Not wanting the stress of managing a company, Mom signed her shares over to her sister. Over the years, Diana slowly transferred the operational duties to a professional and it was her primary source of income.

The drive was nice, allowing us to make good time. Mom wore her new pleated skirt which had risen above her knees, exposing her smooth thighs. Reaching over, I ran my hand up and down her luscious legs. Heeding Mom’s advice on wearing comfortable shorts for the drive, I took it to a higher level and went commando.

My manhood woke up at an odd angle as I caressed Mom’s thighs. Reaching down, I shifted my cock to a more comfortable position. Mom smirked, observed my dilemma, and asked, “Having problems? Don’t worry, we only have an hour left. We have to stop for gas first. It’ll allow us to stretch our legs - all three of yours.” We were still giggling when Mom pulled the car into the gas station.

It was a welcome break to stretch and work the kinks out at the stop. Mom stepped into the mart to purchase some drinks while I filled the car. When she returned, she slid into the passenger’s side and asked me to drive the remaining distance.

Fifteen minutes into the drive, Mom reached over and ran her soothing hands up and down my hairy thighs. Venturing further with each stroke, her hand snaked into the opening of my shorts, cupping my balls. “Oh my, I think you forgot to wear something? It’s pretty inappropriate, displaying your bare prick to your mother, don’t you think?”

Smiling at her teasing, I gasped when she wrapped her hand around my shaft. She pulled it out of my shorts and slowly stroked my erection. Our conversation ceased while I enjoyed the attention Mom provided. We weren’t ten minutes away from Gran’s. when Mom unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over.

Her breath washed over my sensitive head. “What would be really inappropriate would be hugging your Grandmother with this monster poking her. I’ll need to fix this.”

She sucked my flared helmet into her mouth, using her rough tongue to wash my crown. Cupping my balls with her hand, she lowered her mouth down the length of my shaft. Thankfully, we were on a back road and there was no traffic. I groaned as she increased the pace of her blow-job. Vigorously sucking my rod resulted in my balls filling up with a giant load of cum.

Turning down Gran’s street, I hoarsely asked, “Mom, we’re a block away. Should I stop?”

She answered by squeezing my balls, licking my sensitive cock-head, while viciously stroking my shaft with her other hand. The inevitable happened as I filled her mouth with globs of sticky, thick cum. She continued to milk me until I was drained.

After she licked me clean, she rose and fastened her seatbelt as we pulled into Gran’s driveway. Sighing with relief, I stuffed my deflating cock back into my shorts.

Gran opened the door before Mom could ring the doorbell. “Denise, it’s so good to see you,” exclaimed Gran as she hugged Mom tightly. She looked surprised when she noticed me carrying our suitcase, standing behind Mom.

“Oh my, you didn’t say Dan was coming with you. I only have one spare room now,” Gran said.

“Don’t worry,” Mom assured her. “He’s young and can sleep on the couch. It won’t bother him.”

Gran opened her arms, bringing me in for a tight hug. Pulling me close, I was thankful Mom had taken care of my hard problem. As it was, my soft manhood pressed into her soft stomach as she hugged me.

Gran was shorter than Mom but taller than Diana. It was obvious where Mom’s good looks came from as I compared her beautiful face and body to Mom’s. Her hair had some streaks of gray sprayed through it, and she had kept a slim figure. From what I could tell, she had the smallest breasts in the family.

When we went inside, Mom told me to stow our suitcase in the guest bedroom. It was Mom’s old room and located on the side of the hallway next to Gran’s master suite. I found a pair of sweatpants in the suitcase and slipped them on to avoid any embarrassing situations.

On my way back out, I glanced into Diana’s old room, noting it had been transformed into a sewing and exercise room. I settled onto the end of the couch as Gran sat in an opposite-facing armchair. She started up a discussion regarding my future studies. Mom joined us and sat beside me, joining in our conversation.

During a silent pause, Mom divulged her divorce. Gran was visibly upset at first, but Mom comforted her, explaining how it was for the best and there were no hard feelings on either side. Gran started to berate Dad, but Mom would have nothing to do with it. She abruptly stopped her and assured her they still loved each other. Mom explained that they decided to go their separate ways and both were happy with the outcome.

Gran’s spirits were lifted, upon seeing how happy Mom was with their mutual decision, and they shifted to other topics. Mom offered to fix dinner for us and departed to prepare our meal. The kitchen and living room consisted of one big room, enabling Mom to stay involved in the conversation as Gran and I continued to talk.

Mom poured herself and Gran a glass of wine to drink with the meal. The wine loosened the ladies enough for an entertaining dinner. Gran and I cleaned up the kitchen while Mom left to take her shower. Wearing a robe I hadn’t seen before, she sat in the same spot on the couch and told me to take mine.

After I showered and dried, I went into the bedroom to dress. Mom had placed a robe on the bed for me to wear. I noticed a pair of underwear lying on top. Laughing at Mom not wanting a repeat episode of a rampant hard-on, I quickly dressed. The robe was also new and was the same design as Mom’s.

Mom patted the spot next to her when I came out. Settling in, I noticed our robe’s hems fell four inches above our knees. We watched TV for thirty minutes before Gran excused herself to take her shower. Prompted by Mom and I, Gran also wore her robe. It was a little longer, ending at her knees.

Her lower legs were thinner than Mom’s but still looked smooth and firm. While everyone’s attention focused on the screen, I saw Gran glancing over at us several times. Was she checking out her daughter or her grandson? Mom shifted her nearest leg next to mine, bringing our bare skin into close contact.

During the commercials, Gran or Mom would strike up a conversation. During one ad, Gran questioned, “Denise, you’re still young. Do you have any men in mind yet?”

Mom giggled, placing her hand on my bare knee. “Mother, I already have a man to take care of me. Dan keeps me busy most of the time.”

Gran’s face flushed at Mom’s answer. “I meant a man for your other needs. I regret not marrying again and I’d hate for you to repeat my mistake.”

Mom replied, “I’m taking a break for a while. Focusing my time on Dan is enough for me.”

Gran dropped it, and changed topics. When the show ended, we decided to retire for the night.

Sounding concerned, Gran questioned, “Are you sure you’ll be okay on the couch tonight, Dan? If you hear movement in the night, it’ll be me. I like to get up for some juice sometimes and might come out to the fridge.”

Mom quickly retorted, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m giving him a sleeping pill. He won’t notice a thing. When he takes those, nothing can bother him.” Mom reached into her robe pocket, pulled out a pill, and handed it to me. “Take this, Dan. It’ll help you sleep from the long drive.”

I walked to the sink and filled a glass. Looking at the pill, I could see it was an aspirin. Maybe she didn’t want Gran to feel bad, making me sleep on the couch. Downing the fake sleeping pill, I returned to the living room. Mom and Gran were already standing, ready to head to their rooms. Mom hugged me, kissed me on the neck, and said, “Goodnight, sleep well. I’d like a tour of the college tomorrow.”

Fluffing up the pillows on the couch and spreading out a sheet Gran had provided, I was ready to lay down when Mom scolded me, “Danny, where’re your manners? Hug your grandmother goodnight.”

Sure, I thought, time for a little payback. I’ll give Gran something else to think about besides Mom’s and my legs. I hugged Gran tightly. Even through our robe’s fabrics, I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I kissed her neck below her ear, bringing my lips up over her lobe, and whispered, “Goodnight, Gran. Thanks for having us.”

Pulling back, I saw her blushing face. “Was it from the hug or the hot air blown in her ear?” I asked myself.

After they were in their rooms, I settled in for the night. Throwing off my robe, I drew the sheet over me and waited for sleep. Unfortunately, the couch wasn’t comfortable, and I wished Mom had given me an actual sleeping pill. Tossing and turning for an hour, I moved one leg out from under the sheet to cool down.

I started to drift off when I heard the fridge door open. Looking up, I discovered Gran getting some juice out of the refrigerator. Feigning sleep, I stayed still, so Gran wouldn’t think she woke me. Through slits, I watched her drink her juice, staring in my direction. I reasoned that she was probably looking to ensure I was sleeping. Placing the glass in the sink, she strolled over and stood by me.

Gran always left one of the under-counter lights on low and there was enough light to see her lustful expression. She stared at my exposed skin for several minutes before bending down to move the sheet over my leg. “Dan, are you awake?” she whispered. Remaining still, I concentrated on breathing deep and steady, pretending I was sound asleep.

Instead of moving the sheet over me like I thought she would, she pulled it completely off. Both legs and my underwear became visible. She reached down and placed her hand on my knee. She called my name again, testing me.

Confident I was deep in sleep, she ran her hand up and down my thigh. My leg hair flowed through her fingers as she explored my exposed body. Becoming bolder with her strokes, she moved closer to my concealed cock, stopping when her hand hit my covered balls.

Opening her hand, she grabbed my thigh and lightly squeezed. Her soothing hand woke up my prick as it filled with blood. Seeing my underwear rising, her sharp intake of air indicated she was aware of my hardening prick. Panicking that I might wake up, she removed her hand from my thigh and moved the sheet over my legs. She called my name again while I remained still. I hoped she would continue again once she realized I was still sleeping.

She didn’t take the chance and went to her room. Staying awake another hour, I eventually dozed off. Mom and Gran were in the kitchen when I woke up. Moving my robe under the sheet, I slipped it on and joined them.

Mom was the first to speak, “Good Morning, Dan. The pill must have worked. You slept right through us chatting and drinking coffee.”

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I replied, “I was out like a log. Nothing could have woken me, but I am a little sore. Gran’s couch isn’t near as comfortable as it looks. A walk should help get me back into shape.”

“Perfect!” Mom exclaimed. “I want you and Mom to accompany me when we tour your school today. We can take a long walk around the campus.”

Gran looked relieved that I had slept through last night’s event. Smiling, she cheerfully announced, “It’s too bad you have to sleep on the couch. I’ll make it up to you and buy lunch after our walk. We’ll make a fun day of it.”

After breakfast, I dressed first while Mom talked with Gran. They marched to their rooms to change when I emerged. Gran appeared first, wearing a nice light dress with a hemline stopping a few inches above her knees to facilitate better walking. Mom strolled out in the sexy floral sundress I had picked out for her. As she came closer, I could tell she was braless. The snug fabric sexily displayed her stiff nipples.

“Wow, Mom. You look fantastic!” I exclaimed. “I’ll have to keep you close to me and away from any college guys we see,” I jokingly bragged.

“Thanks, Dan,” she responded, sexily smiling. “I think Mom and I will both be attracting men. We’ll rely on you to protect us.”

We drove to the school and toured it as planned. An hour into our walk, Mom reached over and held my hand. Gran glanced several times at us before gripping my other hand with hers. Finishing up, we arrived back at the car. As promised, Gran picked out a nice restaurant for us.

Gran excused herself during the meal to visit the ladie’s bathroom. When she was out of sight, I relayed to Mom about Gran’s visit the previous night. She smiled and as she patted me on my leg, she urged, “Be nice to Mom. She deserves some manly attention.”

Since Mom and Gran had each consumed several glasses of wine, I drove home. We were exhausted after the long day and decided to take a break in the living room.

After a few hours, we ate a snack before taking our showers. After Mom finished, I took mine and went to put on my robe when I noticed Mom had put a different pair of underwear on top to wear. They were the tight see-through pair. It looked like Mom had something planned for the evening’s flirting event. It was a little exhilarating, not knowing her agenda in advance.

Mom’s freshly showered scent hit me when she moved close to me on the couch. After an hour of watching TV, Mom crossed her legs, causing her robe to ride up and reveal a large section of bare thigh. Gran glanced at Mom and I could see her eyes roaming up and down Mom’s exposed legs. From Gran’s intent stare and her expression, I’m sure she could see the underside of Mom’s leg clear up to her firm tush.

After another thirty minutes, Mom rested her hand on my knee like the previous night. When Gran excused herself to the bathroom, Mom reached over and pushed my other leg out, creating a gap between my legs. “Let’s make sure you’re comfortable tonight,” she croaked, her voice laced with lust.

Gran returned and after she thought our attention was focused on the comedy, she leered at our display. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gran cross her legs, revealing several inches of white, smooth thigh.

When she turned to the TV, I openly stared at her exposed leg, impressed by her sexy wares. After several minutes of leering, I glanced up to see Gran looking directly at me. Caught red-handed, I smiled and went back to watching the show like it was nothing.

Close to bedtime, Mom moved her hand up my thigh, moving the robe off as she advanced. Gran noticed the movement and her lustful eyes tracked Mom’s roving hand. Mom saw Gran’s gaze and explained, “I hope you sleep much better tonight, Dan. Are your muscles still sore?”

To emphasize her concern, she caressed my thigh, exposing more bare skin while she stroked. With my legs parted and much of my robe off my leg, I’m positive Gran could see my transparent shorts, restraining my cock and balls. Her eyes widened as she recrossed her legs. Mom stopped stroking and reached into her robe pocket. “Dan, take two pills tonight. These are a little stronger and have some pain reliever in them to help with your soreness.”

As I rose, my robe came completely apart, giving Gran a full frontal view of my legs and covered genitals. Quickly covering up, I strolled to the sink to swallow my fake pills. Mom came over for her goodnight hug, turned me around, and positioned my back to Gran. She reached into my robe and pulled down my shorts, freeing my prick. Giving it a quick squeeze, she kissed me on the neck, and whispered, “Make sure you give your Gran a hug before we retire to our rooms.”

Walking over to Gran, she embraced me and hugged me tightly. Even though my covered, hard-on was flattened between us, it was enough pressure to cause her to deeply inhale. Kissing her on her neck again, I playfully nibbled on her lobe, and whispered, “Goodnight, Gran. Love you.”

She held me for another minute before releasing me to leave for her room. Gran was halfway down the hall when Mom stopped near me, and whispered, “It’d be unhealthy to wear those tight shorts tonight. You better remove them.” With a sexy smirk, she turned and dashed to her room.

I shucked off my robe and finished removing my shorts. Throwing them on the end of the couch, I positioned myself, pulling the sheet over me. Trying different positions, I settled on one where I was flat on my back with my legs slightly spread. My cock had softened, creating a softball-sized lump under the sheet. I took one of the couch pillows and covered my head with it. Draping my arm over the top of it, it would appear I was shielding my eyes from the dim kitchen light.

Time seemed to stand still as I waited for Gran’s visit. If she didn’t show up in an hour, I decided to give it up and try to get some sleep. My fears evaporated as I heard soft footsteps approaching. Forty minutes hadn’t even gone by, unless it was Mom coming out to check on me. Not hearing the fridge open, I wondered if I really had heard footsteps, when Gran spoke my name. She had come directly to me, foregoing her drink.

Breathing deeply and remaining motionless convinced her I was out. Using the pillow to hide my face, I peeked down to see Gran kneeling. She gripped the sheet and tested me again, speaking my name louder than before. Lifting the thin covering, she moved it to the other side of my far leg, exposing my body. Hearing a quick intake of air, I saw Gran’s eyes locked onto my exposed, bare prick.

Using both hands tonight, she stroked up and down my thighs, squeezing and massaging. The sides of her hands hit my balls each time she reached the top. My steady breathing convinced her that it was safe to explore her grandson’s flesh.

She called out my name again, checking my sleep status. Convinced I was out, she cupped my balls with one hand, lifting them and juggling my hefty nuts. Lightly squeezing them with one hand, she continued to stroke my thigh with the other. Her intimate attention caused my prick to fill with blood.

My cock rose as it expanded, flopping back down on my stomach when it was fully erect. Still holding my balls, she brought her other hand to the root of my shaft. She slowly explored up my length, ending at my sensitive head. Running her finger around the ridge of my bloated crown caused a drop of precum to ooze out the slit. “So beautiful and big,” she whispered, her voice soft and lust-filled.

Wrapping her hand around my stiff prick, she squeezed and released it several times. No longer having to check my sleeping status, she concentrated on playing with her new toy. Her hand slowly went up my shaft and when she was right below the head she squeezed, forcing a drop of precum to spill out over my blood-engorged head. She moved her hand up and smeared my juice around my tip, making it shiny from my juices.

Moving her hand back down, she started to slowly stroke my slick shaft. Leaning close for a better look, her raspy breath hit my groin as she joyfully jacked off her grandson. Her tiny hand squeezed tightly as she furiously pumped my staff.

She whispered, “You poor boy. Your balls are filled up with sperm and no way to release. Your mother teases you with her sexy body and leaves you hanging. She doesn’t realize a young man can’t be holding this much cum. It’s unhealthy. Don’t worry. Gran will help.”

Finding it much harder to feign sleeping, I unsuccessfully struggled to breathe steady. Thankfully, she wasn’t checking and the noise from her enthusiastic stroking prevented her from hearing my rapid breathing. Her hand, holding my balls, squeezed while she pumped my thickened stem. Feeling the familiar tingling associated with an impending orgasm, I knew my cock would soon erupt.

My shaft enlarged and my mushroom-shaped head ballooned out, signaling my reservoir of cum was ready for release. She squeezed my balls tight, coaxing them to release their payload. “Not on my couch, you horny boy,” she croaked. As her open mouth enclosed my sensitive head, my fleshy pole shot out a stream of thick cream. She milked me as ropes of sticky sperm filled her hungry mouth.

She moaned, swallowing my entire load. It had been a couple of days since I had last climaxed. It felt like I fed her a gallon of spunk but I knew it was far less. After I was spent, she held my staff firmly by the base as she slid her mouth down my slick shaft, cleaning it with her tongue. Going back to the top, she pulled off and inspected her work. Squeezing my cock, she brought her hand up, forcing any remaining spunk out my slit. She lapped the remaining drop and swirled her raspy tongue around my head.

My breathing returned to normal as I recovered from my intense orgasm. Gran gently moved my softening prick on its side, leaned down, and kissed it. “Goodnight, Dan. Love you,” she giggled as she repeated what I had said to her less than an hour ago. She carefully moved the sheet to cover me before rising and retreating back to her room.

Sleep came easy and once again I woke to Gran and Mom conversing in the kitchen. A look of apprehension was on Gran’s face as Mom asked me how I slept. “Really great night, Mom. Those pills did the trick. I feel much better today. My sore muscles must have been building my stress levels, too, because I’m completely relaxed now. Thanks a lot!” I exclaimed.

Gran smiled, knowing why my stress was lowered. Gulping down her grandson’s stored up load of sperm solved my problems. Mom informed us that it’d be her treat today, but first she wanted to visit a few neighboring towns. Gran told her to change while she remained to talk to me.

“I’m glad to hear you slept better last night. Are you sure I didn’t bother you when I came out for my juice,” she questioned me, probing for any hint, revealing I might have been awake.

“No, Gran. I passed out before you and Mom closed your doors. I didn’t wake up until I heard you two in the kitchen this morning,” I lied, with the best poker face I could muster.

She smiled in return, confident that her incestuous act remained a secret.

Mom emerged, dressed in a short skirt and a thin blouse, revealing a blue bra underneath. Looking sexy as usual, I commented, “Nice outfit Mom, you look gorgeous.”

Gran smiled, knowing she would have to do some additional relief work in the evening. Gran and I went to change while Mom cleaned the kitchen. We finished dressing at the same time and met in the living room. Gran wore a sundress, similar to what Mom had worn the previous day. Her pointed nipples pushed out the thin material, demonstrating she was sans bra. Was she competing with Mom or was she trying to arouse her grandson? Maybe she was hoping for a nice big load to swallow tonight.

Gran’s face blushed when Mom let out a wolf whistle, seeing her sexy mother. We laughed as we left the house for the day. Mom drove through several neighborhoods in the adjoining towns, commenting on how nice some of them looked. After a couple of hours, Mom said that she had researched and found a nice restaurant to try.

As the waitress seated us, I noticed there was a dance floor in the center of the room and slow music played in the background. I was surprised Mom had managed to find another restaurant with a dance floor. She obviously had some kind of devious plan cooked up.

When we were almost finished with our meal, Mom looked at Gran and offered, “I taught Dan how to dance and he’s pretty good. Would you like him to show you?”

“Oh lord, no. I haven’t danced for decades. I’d be horrible. And what would people think of such a nice young man dancing with an old lady?” she asked but with a hint of hopefulness.

Mom countered, “Mother, you’re beautiful. No one is going to say anything, but I’m not going to force you. I can demonstrate to you how well he dances.”

Mom rose from the table and held her arms out, signaling her invitation. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tight. It felt good holding her close again as we slowly moved around the dance floor. She pressed the side of her face to mine and whispered, “Oh Dan. It’s been too long. I can’t wait to get you back home and take care of you.”

Her soft body pressed to mine along with her breath bathing my ear woke up my sleeping prick. Mom felt it harden as it moved to an upright position, pressing against her lower stomach. “It looks like someone else misses our time together, too,” she said, softly giggling.

Moving close to her ear, I whispered, “I received some relief last night. Gran visited me and sucked down a large load of cum.”

I felt her breasts heaving in and out as her arousal levels quickly escalated. She pulled me tighter, pressing my stiff prick hard against her. “That was nice of you. I told you she deserved a treat. Did you talk to her?”

“No. I pretended I was sleeping. She seemed to enjoy the act of secretly violating her unknowing grandson.”

Mom moved us closer to our table, turning her back to Gran. She softly instructed, “Move your hand lower.”

I brought my arm down from the back of her shoulder to the middle of her back.

“No, Silly. Your other one,” she giggled.

My other hand held her waist. Did she want me to grope her shapely ass in front of Grandma? My face was pressed against the side of Mom’s, her hair covering my face. Peering through her strands of hair, I watched Gran stare at us as my hand lowered and cupped Mom’s round cheek.

When I knew Gran’s gaze remained on us, I squeezed Mom’s firm cheek several times. Gran gasped, witnessing her grandson groping his sexy mother. Mom’s breathing turned shallow and rapid. “Enough, dear”, Mom whispered. “Remember what I said about rewarding a girl with a romantic kiss when finished.”

Mom pulled back, ending the dance. She wantonly looked at me as I leaned in and kissed her moist, full lips. Reluctantly finished, we walked the short distance back to our table.

Gran still had a look of shock from witnessing our taboo display. After gulping down the rest of her wine, Gran stuttered, “If you don’t mind, Dan. I’d like to see for myself how well you dance.”

Quickly rising, I helped move her chair back and escorted her to the dance floor. Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tightly as I had Mom. We danced cheek to cheek for several minutes before she broke the silence, saying, “You two look like a couple in love when you dance. Your mom did a terrific job teaching you.”

“Mom taught me to treat anyone I dance with like a special lady. It’s easy to do when I’m with two beautiful women like you and Mom,” I replied.

I trapped her ear lob with my lips, teasing her while we danced. She pulled me tighter, pressing my stiff prick into her soft upper stomach. I increased pressure on her back, pulling her thinly covered hard nipples into my chest. Dancing cheek to cheek like Mom and I had done, I moved closer to our table, allowing Mom to observe my actions.

Mom smiled wide as my right hand lowered down Gran’s back. Mom nodded in approval as my hand moved down to rest on Gran’s rump. It wasn’t as full as Mom’s but still firm. Gran pulled tighter, squashing her braless breasts to the sides as she tried to get as much contact as possible. Squeezing her firm cheek caused Gran’s breathing to rapidly increase.

Hot air gushed by my ear as she tried to catch her breath. Releasing her rear, I whispered, “Gran, Mom taught me to reward my partner with a kiss when a dance is concluded.”

After I pulled back, she angled her face for the anticipated contact with her grandson. As my lips met hers, I pulled her tightly, increasing the pressure. I stroked her back as I left my lips on hers. Opening my mouth I ran my tongue along her lips. Unable to hold back her excitement, she moaned into my mouth.

Reluctantly pulling off of her, I saw her eyes filled with lust. I imagined her mind was quickly calculating how fast she could sneak out of her room tonight to play with her grandson’s stiff prick.

After our meal, we drove around some additional housing developments before returning to Gran’s house. After a light snack, Gran tried to speed up the night by taking her shower early. Mom and I sat on the couch when Gran came out, wearing her same robe. She sat down, crossed her legs immediately, and instructed my Mom to take hers.