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Subject: Title story: "SUNNING GRANDMA" Author: Incestor 50632693
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Date: Thu, 04 Aug 2005 05:18:22 +0000
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SUNNING GRANDMA
My mother had asked me to stop by her mother's house on my way home from my
friend's house to pick up a crocheting book. Both my mother and my grandmother
were really into crocheting, and they traded these cornball little magazines
with all kind of intricate little designs and patterns in them. The magazines
came with not only pictures, but detailed instructions, written in code, on how
to crochet whatever you wanted. Don't spread it around, but I had even tried it
myself. It's not a masculine thing to do, true, but it sure was interesting.
I stopped by my grandmother's house, and there was no answer at the door. I
wondered where the world she was. Her car was neatly parked in the driveway. I
decided that she must be around back, out there by the pool, swimming or sunning
herself, or maybe even crocheting.
I went around to the side of the house and let myself in through the gate, and I
opened the side gate and went walking around the house to the back patio. Sure
enough, there she was. I wasn't prepared, though for what met my eyes. I had
seen her in a bathing suit before, but never one like she wore today.
Her tits seemed to flow out of the top of her bikini, straining at the tight
little triangles of material holding in her massive melons. She lay facing away
from me, and I watched in fascination as she opened a squeeze bottle of ointment
and reached up to her chest and began rubbing the ointment into her skin. What
really fascinated me, though, was the fact that she had obviously made the
bikini herself. It was netted, and I could see through it. Her big, brown
nipples were fully visible, with only little thin strands of material crossing
over them in a netted pattern.
That's some stitching you did there, Grandma, I thought, reaching down and
adjusting my suddenly growing cock. Yes, indeed.
The movement of my hands going to my cock must have caught her attention out of
the corner of her eye. She suddenly turned toward me, a momentary look of
surprise on her face quickly turning into a glance of recognition.
"Hey, Clyde, come on over here," she said with a smile.
I walked over to her, trying to keep my eyes off her massive tits, while at the
same time, keeping my hands in front of me, trying to hide my growing cock in
my shorts.
"Hi, Grandma," I said.
"Hey, do you like the suit I made?" she asked, sitting up. Her massive titties
spilled forth, and it was almost as if she sat there naked. I looked farther
down, and I could see that her suit bottom had come from the same pattern. Her
pussy hairs poked out in all directions, a giant forest of dark gray and black
hairs sticking out willy-nilly, escaping in all directions away from her
massively hairy thatch.
I swallowed. My cock suddenly jumped, looking at her bush. "Yes, Grandma," I
said, "it's very, uh, nice," I said. I didn't want to add that she would have
been arrested if she shown up in that in any public place, but I didn't want to
hurt her feelings.
She reached beside her and looked at the bottle of ointment sitting there. She
picked it up and handed it to me.
"Would you rub this on my back when I turn over?"
"Sure, I'll rub your back." Or anywhere else I can put my hands, I thought. I
wished she had asked if I would rub her tits. Hell, I thought, her tits could
burn, too.
She sat up and leaned toward me as I sat on one of her patio chairs. Her tits
fell toward me, pressing against the thin pattern holding them in one place. I
could plainly see her nipples poking through it.
I knew that she knew that I was staring at her massive tits, and I saw her take
a quick glance at my crotch. My hard-on made an obvious tent in the material of
my shorts. She smiled a little and licked her lips.
She turned over and lay on her stomach. From my angle, I could see her tits
being pushed upward, toward me. I adjusted my throbbing cock and put some
ointment on my hands.
She reached around and undid the tiny string holding her knit-work top to her
bosom. My cock jumped in my shorts as I rubbed the greasy ointment into her
skin. I rubbed her back, then moved down her back to her thighs. As she
parted her legs, I could see pussy hairs sticking out of the fabric on the
sides and through the fabric's criss cross pattern. One edge of her pussy
lips was visible, and I nearly came in my pants as I rubbed closer and closer
to her cunt.
"All right," I said, my voice not my own. "Turn over, and I'll rub some on the
rest of you."
She turned over with a smile, letting the bikini top just fall away. Her massive
tits hung over the sides of her chest, her nipples erect and hard, each about
the size of a silver dollar. They were bright red, sticking out about a half an
inch. Even the little bumps at the edges of her areolas were erect. My heart
leaped into my chest, and my cock damn near leaped out of my shorts. This was
one hell of an unexpected surprise.
"I don't want tan lines," she said with a laugh, "and with this, I'd gets lots
and lots of them." I wasted no time, no preliminaries. I didn't even put
ointment on my hands. I just reached down and pinched her nipples. I leaned
forward, taking one nipple into my mouth as I massaged her other massive melon
and tweaked her nipple between my finger and thumb.
I felt her fingers at the snap to my shorts, and I moved a hand down to her
bikini bottom. She had my cock out, stroking it, as I felt her pubic mound
beneath my fingers. She lifted her knees and slipped her bottom off, and I
kicked my shorts away.
I put my mouth on her other nipple and sucked, and she moaned her
gratification. I could feel her hand pulling my cock toward her pussy, and I
felt the warm, wet opening of her hairy hole as she moved her hands to my ass,
pushing my crotch forward. I entered her, shoving my cock into her all the way,
as far as it would go.
I began to thrust, and her writhing and thrusting matched mine. We built up a
very fast rhythm, her moaning in my ears and my heavy breathing making the scene
nearly like something from an adult film. I could feel my balls rise up in their
sac as I was about to cum, and she began to jerk, with spasms making her tits
bounce like jelly. We came together, with her shouting "Fuck!" in my ears.
We lay there, feeling my cum drip out of her cunt. I pulled away, my stiff prick
still hard. I moved up her body and pressed her tits together, my cock between
them. I moved in and out of the hole I had made, riding her tits, fucking her by
pressing her tits together. I sped up, and the sight of her massive tits and
nipples, with my cock moving in and out of the tunnel, made me cum again. I
moved forward, shooting my load of cum on her neck. She moved her chin down, her
open mouth catching a few drops of cum.
I lay beside her in the sun. Neither of us spoke for a long, long time.
"I came to get that magazine, you know, the latest patterns," I reminded her.
She nodded. "Check out the pattern on this," she said, grabbing the back of my
head, pushing it toward her crotch.
I checked it out, all right.
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