Grandma's Gift

By IronBuddah

Chapter 1: Making a Mess

I was over at a friend's house. He wasn't actually home, but I lived nearby and stopped in frequently. I had known the guy since high school, and he had married a slightly older woman who had become pregnant when she was a teen ager. However, I hadn't seen his step daughter in over a month. Her grandmother had taken her on a month long trip to Mexico, then I had been on vacation. I sprayed a mouthful of water all over the floor and dropped the glass I was holding causing it to shatter when I first laid eyes on Samantha.

Six weeks ago, Samantha had been a normal looking teen age girl. Sure, she was getting curves, and I had noticed. Now she was sporting a massive rack stretching out a tight t-shirt. I couldn't take my eyes off the girl's massive tits! Where had those come from?

"Shit!" I heard Samantha's mother Mandy say as she heard the glass break as it hit the floor.

I mumbled, "Um, sorry about that." However, I didn't take my eyes off Samantha's chest.

"No, no. Don't worry about it. It's my fault for not giving you plastic. I was about to say it was my fault for not warning you, but I'm not sure a warning would have helped with..." Struggling for words, the girl's mother waved her hands in the general vicinity of her daughter's bulging globes, "This."

"Samantha! Stop standing there being useless. Go get a towel out of the bathroom." Mandy started picking the larger pieces of glass off of the floor.

Without the girl there to distract me, I was able to help clean up the mess of the broken glass as well. Once the floor was dry and the shards were swept up, I wasn't sure what to say, but I was staring at Samantha again. No one else was saying anything, so I started "So..."

That was enough to get Samantha's mother going again. Pointing at her daughter's chest she started. "Yeah. Look at that! Of course you're looking at that, you're a guy. My mother was never happy that I only filled out to an A cup bra. Now my daughter was just thirteen and already in a 34B bra."

"I was almost fourteen." Samantha interrupted. "Besides, I'm fourteen now!"

"As I was saying." Mandy continued. "My daughter is early in her teenage years, and already wearing a 34B bra. If you really want a busty granddaughter, it seems reasonable to me to wait and see what Mother Nature has in store. But no, my mother has to take my daughter to a Mexican plastic surgeon, without telling me, to have 440 cc's of silicone implanted into her chest!"

"It's not silicone!" Samantha protested. "It's saline. Besides, it was only supposed to be 390, but the nurse thought I looked better with a little extra. Anyway, I like them!"

"That makes me feel so much better, because I trust a nurse working at the office of a doctor willing to do cosmetic surgery on a thirteen year old girl so much. Wait, actually I don't"

"I was almost fourteen."

I had the sense that this was a conversation that had been going on repeatedly, in some form or another, ever since Samantha had returned from her trip to Mexico. Both mother and daughter realized that Samantha had just repeated herself, but Mandy found a way to steer the conversation in a new direction.

"So anyway, I send my little girl off to Mexico with a suitcase full of 34B bras, and she comes back with a suitcase full of 32DD's. All because my mother, who I love to death even though it doesn't sound like it at the moment, thinks I'm too flat and is upset that I haven't done anything about it."

"Why did the cup size go up but the number go down?" I asked.

Samantha explained, "Because my boobs are bigger, the strap has to be further down my ribcage where it's narrower. Anyway, I'm wearing 32DDD's now."

"That's my point exactly. You're still growing Samantha! Why didn't you tell her you'd think about it? You could have always waited until next summer to see if her plan made sense."

"It seemed like a good idea at the time, and like I said earlier, I'm happy with the results."

"Oh I give up arguing with you." Samantha's mother walked out of the room. She had to get the last word in though. "Just wait until school starts back and all the boys act like morons around you and all the girls hate you."

With her mother out of the room, Samantha asked me. "Want to see the difference between my old bra and new?" Without waiting for an answer, she lifted up the front of her shirt. "You can see where the strap on this bra is." Well, I could see more than that. The girl's cleavage was deep and enticing. "For my old bras, the strap would have been right around here." She was using her hands to indicate the position, and it was about two thirds up the lower curves of her breasts.

I should have been flattered by her explanation, but I was too stunned by what I could see of the girl’s tits in her bra. I think I said something really stupid like, "That's a big bra!"

Samantha grinned at me. "Want to see them without the bra?"

"Shit! You can't be serious!" I gasped. "Your mom won't let you do that!"

"Don't worry about it," came her mother's voice from the other room. "She's been showing anyone who will look. The only one who's strictly off limits is her step father James."

Samantha's shirt was already off. I was torn. Seeing the girl in just her bra was risqué enough as it was, but it did a fairly good job of containing Samantha's ample charms. However, normally it would cost quite a bit of money to get a good look at tits like these in person and I decided to throw caution to the winds. Samantha had both hands behind her back. I bet she needed them to work the hooks on a triple D bra. "Ready?" She asked. I guess there had never really been any doubt. If the girl was willing to show off her surgeon's work, I was ready to look.

I could immediately see more tit flesh, but Samantha was far from topless. The straps kept her bra from falling right off of her massive chest. She held the bra in place with one hand, and slid the straps off her shoulders with the other. Then she started slowly lowering the bra. She had done this often enough that she knew how to make a little show out of it. I moaned when I saw the edge of her areola, and she paused. Ever so slowly the teen revealed her nipples. However, once the pert caps to her mountains of flesh were visible, she allowed her bra to come the rest of the way off fairly quickly.

The view I had was stunning and amazing. My mouth was dry, and I had a pretty serious erection forming in my pants.

"So what do you think?"

"Wow, wow, wow and more wow!"

"Can you see my scars?"

"No where are they?"

"Around the edges of my nipples. Here, feel right here." Samantha took my hands and placed my fingertips at the edge of her areola. I slid my fingers upwards toward her chin tracing the incredibly erotic curves of her nipples.

"No, the scars are on the bottom of the nipple," Samantha corrected me. I reversed direction, and sure enough, there was about a 150 degree arc of scar tissue under each. I had thought it would be a turn off, but I found the different texture strangely erotic. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so turned on. An even bigger turn on was that Samantha's nipples were obviously becoming hard as I played with them. I continued to run my fingers around in circles, long after I had found the location of her scars. All she had to say about it was, "Isn't it amazing that they can put such a big implant in through such a tiny little incision?"

"Amazing is a good word for it," I gasped. "I'd better stop though; I'm making your nipples hard."

Samantha replied, "It's OK. That happens a lot since the surgery. They're a lot more sensitive than they used to be. I have to admit that your fingers felt exceptionally good though. Even though my nipples are hard, would you like to see how soft my boobs are? You can feel them if you like."

I couldn't believe my luck. I'd probably crash into a bus full of orphans on the way home. "Hold on." I rooted around in my pockets and managed to re-arrange my cock so that it was pointed up and had a bit more room than it did when it was pointed down.

"Are you playing with yourself?" Samantha whispered.

"No, it’s uncomfortable though, so I need to get it into a less awkward position. Oh! There we go; that's better. So is there some special way I need to do this?"

"Nope. Just put your hands on my boobs and start squeezing. You can actually squeeze pretty hard as long as you’re not rough if you know what I mean."

"No, not really." I confessed. Samantha cupped her jugs from underneath them, and then started closing her fingers to her palms. She did this slowly, but she had a pretty tight grip on her knockers and flesh was bulging out in a most interesting fashion. Now I understood; you could apply a lot of pressure as long as you applied it slowly.

I started out by just cupping the girl's enhanced breasts and sliding my hands around them. Then I started squeezing lightly, but after about a minute, I was kneading Samantha's huge mounds like two giant balls of dough. "I can't stop exploring your breasts Samantha. By the way, they are incredibly soft."

"That's OK; I like what you're doing." We were both breathing hard when a sudden surge in my cock let me know I had just hit the point of no return just from feeling the girl up. I let go of her tits and hugged her tight to me. She stiffened at first, and then she relaxed allowing her bare breasts to press against my chest. After that, I dropped my hands to Samantha's lower back and ground my spurting cock against my belly.

"What just happened?" Samantha asked.

Mandy was walking through the room again, and she slapped her daughter lightly on the head ruffling her hair. "You made him spray his shorts. How long does it take to show someone you ended up with a soft set of fake boobs and not rock hard ones?"

"Um..."

"Never mind. Put your shirt back on and let Aaron go in the bathroom to get cleaned up."

"Get cleaned up? You mean I made him ejaculate?"

"What did you think I meant when I said he sprayed his shorts? I told him you could show him your new boobs ten minutes ago. How much of that time did he have his hands on them? All of it I bet. From now on, you can only show those off to other females. I trust Aaron, but even he can't control himself fully around you while you're topless."