Chapter 8

Chad remained on the couch through the night, adhering to my instructions. When I made it to the kitchen the next morning, Mom was already preparing our meal. “Good morning, Mom,” I greeted her.

She smiled widely, happier than I’d seen her in a long time, and replied, “Good morning. It looks like Chad is sleeping in today.” She nodded to the couch and added, “Maybe I wore him out yesterday.”

After a few minutes, we heard Chad roll off the couch. When he entered the kitchen, our gaze locked onto his bulging shorts, caused by his morning wood.

“Good morning, everyone,” he greeted us, displaying a pained expression. “Mom, could I talk to you in the bedroom, please?”

When I curiously looked at Mom, she reassured me, saying, “Go on, it’ll be a few more minutes before I’m finished here.”

Once I closed the bedroom door, I sat on the bed, while Chad dropped his shorts and approached me, his big prick leading the way. He followed my plan perfectly, stuffing his cock into my hungry mouth. He was beyond horny, being teased the previous night and not being able to fuck his mother afterward. He massaged my scalp while I sucked his thick prick. Knowing we couldn’t spend too long away from Mom, I squeezed his balls while he slammed the head of his cock against the back of my throat.

A few minutes later, I was rewarded with a copious amount of cum from my hunky son. After I cleaned him and pulled his shorts back up, I gasped, “You were really horny, sweetie. Hopefully, Mom will be open to helping me out later today.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You probably don’t know it, but she removed her panties in the restaurant and flashed her hairy pussy when I helped her out of the car.”

He was right, in that I hadn’t suspected Mom had teased Chad to that level. I smiled widely at the progress we had made, and as if reading my mind, Chad commented, “I hope it happens soon, Mom. I love your blowjobs, but my cock needs to feel a warm, snug pussy squeezing him.

“Soon,” I replied, standing and leading him to the kitchen. After we ate, Chad changed clothes and kissed us lightly, before dashing outdoors to finish his projects. Mom and I cleaned the kitchen before adjourning to the living room.

“If I may pry, what did Chad want to talk to you about this morning?” Mom asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Turning and holding her hands, I replied, “After all of our flirting last night, he didn’t sleep well. He didn’t want to relieve himself, afraid you might catch him. He was in so much pain, that he needed a gentler hand to stroke him off—to be more specific, my hand.” I wrapped my fingers around my upper arm and pumped up and down, so she’d know exactly what I meant.

“Oh, my!” Mom exclaimed. “You gave your son a handjob?”

“I did. A mother always knows what’s best for her children, and I did what was necessary. I should have made you do it since it was mostly your fault.”

Mom’s hand tightened on mine as she asked, “How so?”

“He told me you showed him your hairy pussy last night, and it drove him nuts. You still have it, Mom, maybe a little too good. He was quite tense, but fortunately, it didn’t take long to drain him.”

Mom’s face turned a shade of pink, realizing her secret exhibition had been exposed. “I’m sorry, Michelle. Your actions prompted me to do things I wouldn’t normally have done. I got caught up in the act. I hope he isn’t too upset with me.”

“Upset?” I asked rhetorically. “He loved every minute of it. I think our kissing last night was the final straw. It sure affected me. I don’t know about you, but I had to take care of matters last night.”

She giggled and replied, “Me, too. He reminds me of your dad so much that I almost reached down and grabbed his prick when he kissed me. I don’t know how you can resist.”

“Maybe I don’t,” I responded, with a sexy smirk. Mom’s brow furrowed as her eyes filled with lust.

“It won’t be long, now, Chad,” I thought to myself, knowing Mom was primed and ready to go. While we tidied up the house, I noticed Mom frequently glancing out the windows. When I peered out the kitchen window, I understood her motives, as Chad had removed his shirt. His body sweat glistened from the glaring sun and I wondered if Mom had the same thoughts as I did, as to how it would feel having him between my legs, fucking me silly.

Of course, she did. Any woman would, especially the two horny ones lusting after him as he worked. While Mom’s attention was riveted on my son, I disappeared into my bathroom. I removed all the towels from the top cupboard and replaced them with the blankets in the lower one. By the time I made it outside, Chad was on a ladder, finishing up cleaning a window.

“Come down here for a moment, sweetie,” I ordered him. “Remember to follow my plan. It’s time.” Grabbing the bucket of soapy water from him, I splashed some suds on his face and torso before climbing up the ladder. Putting one foot on a rung higher than the other, I spread my legs and felt the cool air sweep up my upper thighs, doing little to calm the heat in my exposed hairy pussy.

“How’s the view?” I asked Chad, standing at the bottom, looking up my skirt.

“It’s beautiful, Mom. From the looks of your wet pussy, I’d say you’re pretty turned on,” Chad replied.

“Mom!” I yelled loud enough for her to hear.

I heard the sliding glass doors open and shut before she answered, “What is it, Michelle? Is something wrong?”

“I spilled some soapy water on Chad. Would you mind holding the ladder so he can go in and shower? It’s in his eyes and is burning.” I asked, barely holding back a giggle.

After we heard him enter the house, Mom held the ladder and after a moment, cleared her throat and remarked, “Michelle, from what I can see from down here, your son is going to be in quite a predicament. Do you realize you’re not wearing any panties?”

“Oh, damn. I forgot about that,” I lied, somehow with a straight face. “I was in such a hurry to help him finish this project, it slipped my mind.”

After I finished cleaning the top window, I stepped down a few rungs and asked, “Mom, could you hold my legs so I don’t fall off?”

She gripped my lower legs and as I stepped down another rung, her hands slid under my skirt and gripped the backs of my thighs. Her fingers sunk in as she kneaded my firm flesh. This wasn’t part of my plan, but suddenly, I wondered if I descended another step, would Mom plaster her mouth on my pussy and provide me with some relief.

Focusing back on the task at hand, I asked, “Mom, I’m low enough where I won’t fall. I want to finish this lower window, but I think I heard Chad call out to me. Could you go see what he needs?”

She slowly withdrew her warm hands and walked toward the door. After she entered the house, I clandestinely followed her, as she strode down the hallway. Mom peered into our open bedroom door, and called out, “Chad, are you in there? Did you need something?”

“Yes, I need some help. Could you come in here, Gran?” Chad answered, from within the bathroom. Peeking around the opened bedroom door, I watched her approach the bathroom door and when she opened it, Chad’s wet, nude body greeted her.

“Eek,” she screeched. “Chad!”

“Sorry, Gran,” Chad said, while facing her, ensuring she got a good look at his rock-hard prick pointing into the air. “I can’t find any towels and some of the soap ended up in my eyes. He rubbed them as if he couldn’t see very well.

“They’re in the top cupboard, right beside you,” she replied, keeping her gaze locked onto his strutting cock and low-hanging balls.

He fumbled around and opened the cupboard door and pulled a blanket out far enough for her to see. “I looked and they’re not in there. Can you look around? My eyes are starting to burn.”

“Okay, Chad. Move to the side and I’ll check some of the lower ones,” she relented. Kneeling, she opened one and pulled out a towel. Turning to stand up, her face was within inches of Chad’s throbbing cock. She slowly rose, not allowing her gaze to drift away from his prick, before handing him the towel.

He wiped his eyes and said, “Thanks, Gran. I kind of remember Mom telling me she was putting them somewhere different, but I forgot all about it.”

When she turned to leave, he gripped her upper arm and pleaded, “Please stay, Gran. I have something to discuss that I don’t want Mom to hear.”

“Chad, you’re naked. I shouldn’t be here while you have no clothes on. Can we talk later?” she asked, with an unconvincing tone. She had no desire to leave but felt it was her duty to respect his privacy.

“No, Gran. It’ll only take a second. I’m almost dry now, so I’m ready to talk.” He turned her to face him, held her firmly by her shoulders, and stared into her dazed face. “It’s about last night before we went to bed. When I kissed you, I felt that I may have gone overboard. You’re not used to the same display of affection that Mom and I share, but when I helped you out of the car and looked at your sexy upper thighs, I kind of lost it. I’m really sorry. Can you forgive me?”

Mom’s posture relaxed, and I could see her heart melt from Chad pouring his heart out. “Don’t think anything about it, dear,” she assured him. “It was more my fault than yours. I shouldn’t have been such an exhibitionist.” Looking down at his stiff prick, she noted, “Is that from looking up your mother’s skirt when she stood on the ladder? I should leave, so you can take care of it.”

“It is, Gran, but I don’t like the way I do it. I’m too rough and it’s sore afterward. Mom usually takes care of it for me. Maybe you can help, instead?” he pleaded.

“Oh, no,” Mom quickly retorted. “I couldn’t possibly do that to my grandson. You’ll just have to wait until your mother is finished.”

“I understand, Gran. If you didn’t mind my kiss last night, could we at least repeat that? Maybe it’ll take my mind off of the image burned in my brain from Mom’s bare legs.”

Mom paused and for a moment, it looked like she might flee. It wouldn’t have bothered me one bit, because I was so horny, that I wanted to run in and impale my pussy onto my son’s prick. She surprised me by embracing him, allowing him to kiss her. While their tongues danced together, her hands explored his bare torso. One of her hands slowly drifted lower and wrapped around Chad’s cock. While she slowly explored his thick, veiny cock, they passionately kissed.

It was my signal to intervene. “Mom!” I exclaimed, with as much shock in my voice as I could muster. “What are you doing?”

It took a few seconds before Mom realized I had said something. She ceased kissing my son and turned to me, while her hand remained firmly wrapped around my son’s prick. “Oh, I’m sorry, Michelle. He needed help, and I thought you’d be okay with it.”

“That’s a job for a mother, not a grandmother. You’ve been a bad girl, Mom,” I reprimanded her. Her expression turned to curiosity, hearing me scold her as she had done to my sister and me.

Walking to the bed, I sat on the edge, patted my legs, and ordered, “Get over here, right now, young lady! Mommy is going to punish you for being bad.” Her eyes twinkled with lust, confirming my tone and language had resurfaced the vivid memories from yesteryear.

Without objecting, her hand left Chad’s cock, as she slowly meandered over to me, as if in a trance. Her joyful face made me believe this was one of her fantasies when masturbating. When she paused, I nodded to Chad, and asked, “Would you rather have Chad administer your punishment? It’s the mother’s responsibility to discipline her daughters.”

She smiled widely, and bent over my lap, her head nearly touching the floor. I shifted my left leg outward until it lodged against the bottoms of her breasts. Sliding my left heel further away, angled her body so her ass was at the highest peak. I lightly smacked her ass, knowing she wouldn’t feel it through her skirt and panties.

Mom giggled, and if I hadn’t known better, I would have thought it was Pamela. After a few more light taps, Mom huskily croaked, “Is that all you got, Mommy? You’re pretty weak.”

Instead of exposing her ass as she had done my sister, by pulling up her skirt and lowering her panties, I reached underneath her and unfastened her belt. While I held her ribs, I nodded to Chad, who pulled off her skirt and panties in one fell swoop. My hands caressed her bare ass for a few seconds, before I said, “Do you apologize now? Do you promise not to grab my son’s cock?”

“I can’t help it,” Mom pleaded. “If I see it, I’ll have no choice but to wrap my fingers around it.”

I slapped her firm ass with my flattened hand, sounding worse than it was. Mom moaned with pleasure, as I lightly tapped her cheeks several more times. “Since you inappropriately grabbed him, don’t you think he has the right to play with your tits?” I asked, my own breath quickening, as the sexual tension rose in the room.

Chad wasted no time in removing Mom’s blouse and then her bra. Mom objected, “No, it’s improper for him to touch his grandmother’s breasts. I promise to stop.”

Slapping her again, I squeezed and caressed her pink buns as Chad moved to the front of her and fondled her hanging breasts. She groaned from his manly hands mauling her mounds. “I don’t believe you, missy. Look at his big cock and tell me you won’t touch it anymore,” I taunted my aroused mother.

When she lifted her head to face his dangling prick, her hands grabbed his stem and balls. I smacked her again, but she wouldn’t release him. Remembering what Pamela had done to me, I grasped and pulled apart Mom’s cheeks, running my fingers down between them. When my fingertips touched the flesh between her pussy and asshole, I stroked back and forth. Her hips flexed while her moans increased in volume.

“If I allow you to keep touching him, it’s just a matter of time before you stick that monster in your mouth. We can’t allow that, can we?” I asked. One of my fingers dove into her slick slot and quickly retreated, returning to stroking her erogenous zone.

She pulled Chad’s cock closer and wrapped her lips around his mushroom-shaped head. My fingers left her crack as I kneaded her ass, allowing her to concentrate on enjoying the taste of my son’s cock.

After a few minutes, I motioned to Chad to pull back and move behind Mom. She cried, “No. Just a little longer. I’m almost there. Don’t leave me hanging.”