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Subject: i n c e s t story: "SUNNING GRANDMA" 21571
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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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