Chapter 12 - The Challenge

Heather’s eyes darkened with a predatory gleam, locked onto his as her fingers found the zipper of his jeans. The slow metallic schliiick was deafening in the quiet, firelit room. “Let’s see if the gifted lives up to reality, my dear boy,” she purred, her voice a low, throaty voice dripping with intent.

Her cool, manicured fingers slipped inside his briefs, and she wrapped her hand around his shaft. A sharp, appreciative gasp escaped her lips. “Oh, my...” she breathed, her composure slipping for just a second as she felt his full, thick length. “Nine inches of perfect, hard family pride.” She began to slowly stroke him, her thumb smearing a bead of precum over his swollen head. “Mmm, you’re already leaking for your grandmother, aren’t you, Steven?”

Steve could only groan, his head falling back against the couch as she worked him. “Fuck, grandma...”

“That’s the idea,” she chuckled, her other hand moving to unbutton her silk blouse. With a shrug of her shoulders, the fabric parted, revealing a delicate black lace bra struggling to contain two of the most magnificent breasts he had ever seen. They were enormous, creamy pale orbs, their sheer weight and size making his mouth water. While smaller than his mother, they were still the second biggest pair he’d seen. Her areolas were wide and dark, and her nipples were already hard pebbles straining against the lace. ‘Do you like them? They’re all yours. Use and abuse them to your heart content” She used her free hand to free one heavy globe, then the other. They swayed with their own momentum, a mesmerizing, jiggling display of soft flesh.

He could only nod, utterly transfixed. His own hands itched to touch, to feel their impossible weight.

“Good,” she whispered, leaning forward. “Now, let me taste my prize.”

She didn’t just take him into her mouth; she descended on his cock like a woman starved. Her hot, wet mouth enveloped his entire length in one smooth, breathtaking motion, her lips forming a perfect, tight seal around his base. The sensation was so intense, so sudden, that Steve cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Holy fucking shit!”

Schluuuck. Shlurp. Glorp. The wet, greedy sounds of her mouth working his cock echoed obscenely in the room, each slurp and gulp sending shivers down Steve’s spine as Heather devoured him with an almost feral hunger, a filthy symphony accompanied by the crackling fire.

Heather’s head bobbed with a relentless, eager rhythm, her lips stretched obscenely around his thick shaft as she took him deeper and deeper. Each time she plunged down, swallowing him to the hilt, her massive, creamy globes pressed against his thighs, the soft, warm weight of her tits deliciously scraping against his testicles. The sensation made his cock twitch violently in her throat, forcing a gurgling moan from her as she savored his involuntary response.

“Nnngh! Grandma!” Steve gasped, his hands instinctively gripping the couch cushions as his hips jerked upward, driving himself even deeper into her hungry mouth. Heather’s eyes fluttered shut, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a ravenous intensity, her tits swaying and jiggling with every movement, creating a lewd, rhythmic thwap-thwap-thwap as they slapped against his lower body.

The dual sensations—her throat’s tight, wet heat and the soft, crushing pressure of her chest—were overwhelming. Steve’s body trembled, torn between surrendering to the pleasure and holding on just a little longer. Heather could feel his control slipping, the way his cock throbbed and pulsed against her tongue, she was determined to milk every last drop of pleasure from him.

“Fuck grandma, where did you learn to do that?” Steve grunted, his fingers tangling in her perfectly styled hair, now mussed and wild.

She pulled off with a loud, wet pop, a string of saliva and precum connecting her lips to his throbbing head. “Language, darling,” she teased, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. “But yes. I am rather proficient. It’s a point of pride for the matriarch to be able to reduce any man—or woman—to a babbling, cumming mess with just her mouth.” She flicked her tongue against his frenulum, a quick, devilish flick-flick-flick that made his entire body jolt. “And I intend to ruin you, Steve Thompson.”