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Subject: Title story: "SUNNING GRANDMA" Author: Incestor 99207362
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Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2007 09:19:21 +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 ...
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