Mom's Not Mom: Grandma Too
Summary:
Mom and son add grandma to the wild night.
Note 1: This is part two of a two-part series. In part one, the main character discovers he was adopted and that leads to losing his virginity to his mom on Halloween night.
Thanks to: OhDave1 for the edit.
This continues immediately where part 1 ended....
Mom's Not Mom Ch 2: Grandma Too
"Mom!" my Mom gasped, looking up to see her mother staring at us in a very compromising position.
"Sara," my Elvira-dressed grandma said, putting her hands on both her hips. This made both her voluptuous tits stand out even more and allowed the slit in her dress to show off more of her long black nylon-clad legs. She did not look like a grandma at this moment.
"Grandma it's not what it looks like," I defended, even though it was exactly what it looked like, other than this was not true incest in the purest sense.
"You have told him?" Grandma asked, in a very serious tone.
"Yes," Mom responded, clearly mortified to be caught in such a compromising situation. "I told him I wasn't his biological mother."
"Grandma, I love her," I blurted out, trying to speak for my embarrassed mother and lover. I worried at some point we would have to explain the truth, although I had hoped not and definitely didn't think it would be mere seconds after climax.
"I hope so, she's your mother," Grandma said, looking angry and yet somehow so hot. Elvira was one of my many jerk-off fantasies since she always wore black pantyhose and seeing my not real grandma in them had me feeling a similar attraction I had for my mother the moment the truth was revealed.
"I mean, I love, love her," I stressed, noticing Grandma take the odd glance at my shrinking cock.
"I see," she said, seeming to allow my declaration of love for her daughter to marinate.
"Mom, I can explain," my mother finally said.
"You can explain fucking your son on his birthday?" Grandma bluntly questioned.
"Yes," Mom answered, for the first time not sounding embarrassed by being caught, but in just one word, confident.
"Oh," Grandma said, again seeming to glance down at her not really grandson's dick.
"Look, Mom, I know this looks wrong and I suppose legally it is also wrong," Mom began, standing up, still only in what was left of the costume and my load still on her face.
"Sara, you are wearing my grandson's cum on your face."
"I know," Mom said a little embarrassed and yet not really, "I love Mike too."
"Love, love him?" Grandma questioned, glancing over to me as I too was still totally naked, although my dick had retreated inside its shell from two loads and the current ball-breaking situation.
"Yes," Mom nodded, "we are even thinking of moving in together when I head to Washington."
"You plan to both leave me?" Grandma asked, her tone unreadable.
"Um, I hadn't thought of that before now," Mom said.
"You fuck my grandson, wear his cum and decide to move away from me?" Grandma said, her tone now much more readable... a mixture of anger and being upset.
"Well, the idea was just discussed tonight for the first time," Mom explained sheepishly.
"Grandma," I said, finally standing up, but not bothering to cover up my dick, "you could come with us too."
"Really?" She asked, although in a tone that dripped with sarcasm.
"Yes, really," I said, as she glanced down at my flaccid dick... which seemed to be distracting her. I wondered, was there any chance she too could cross this wicked line Mom and I had just crossed?
"Are you two really considering moving to Washington?"
"Well, I am for sure," Mom said, "the job opportunity was just too good to not take. Plus, Mike was supposed to be going to college so we were both leaving here regardless of today's turn of events."
"You mean fucking your son?" Grandma said bluntly, yet she again took a peek at my dick... which I wished was still hard to really tempt her.
"Okay, fine, Mom, you have made your point," Mom said, frustrated. "I'm a dirty incestuous slut, is that what you want to hear?"
"Sara," Grandma said, her intense tone shifted. "I didn't mean that."
"Well, what did you mean?"
"It's just, this is all quite surprising," Grandma explained.
"Do you want to join us?" I asked.
"I'm not sure I can move to Washington," she replied.
"No," I said, for reasons I can only say were built on my confidence of the past hour-ish, "In celebrating my birthday."
"Mike!" Sara gasped, realizing my intent.
I ignored my mom's shocked response, as I continued, sensing grandma was willing to cross the same line her daughter had, "You know you are not my blood-related grandma."
"But I am your grandma," she stressed, as I now stood before her.
"And she is my mom," I clarified. "But," I said, taking a massive risk as I moved my hand under the shortest dress I had ever seen my grandma wear, "that doesn't mean we can't do this."
As my fingers reached her pantyhose-clad pussy, which was quite damp, she let out a shocked soft moan, "Michael."
"Tonight, I'm Shaggy," I corrected and then continued my aggressive, risky approach, "And it's time for Shaggy to do some more shagging."
"Oooooh," she moaned, as I began to rub her pussy in a circular motion.
"I want to show you how much I love you too," I said, even as I couldn't believe I had just done this. I couldn't believe I had found the confidence to do this. I couldn't believe I had tried to defuse the caught in the act of incest, albeit now not blood repeated by committing more incest. Yet, I also couldn't believe my grandma's reaction.
Confusion.
Shock.
Lust?
She didn't push my hand away.
Plus, she was already wet before I touched her.
Very wet.
And... she was standing there allowing me to slowly masturbate her.
I looked at Mom who was staring in complete disbelief.
"I want you, Elvira," I whispered as I moved my lips to her neck and kissed it.
"Michael," she moaned.
"If it makes it easier to let go and allow this to happen imagine I'm Shaggy," I said, splattering her neck with soft kisses.
"Shaggy, what do you want to do to me?" Grandma asked, seemingly considering doing more than just allowing me to rub her pussy.
"Eat your pussy and shag you," I said, moving to her ear and giving it a tug.
"Oh, God," she moaned, as I began to rub her pussy a little more aggressively since she hadn't stopped any of my actions yet. "It's been so long."
"Let me please you," I said.
"I don't know," she replied, seemingly overwhelmed with what to do.
"Elvira, come to the bed," I ordered, moving my fingers away, taking her hand and leading her back to the scene of the crime. Sure, there was an abundance of evidence that incestuous acts were committed, but if I was going to be charged I was going to go all in.
Grandma allowed me to lead her as she protested in the weakest way imaginable, "I'm not sure this is a good idea."
"I thought that at first too," Mom said, looking in awe of the shift from absolute disaster to whatever this was about to be, as she returned to the bed and put the wig back on that had fallen off near the end of the blow job and facial.
"Lay down," I said, gently pushing her onto the bed and onto her back.
Before she even had time to react, I grabbed her left foot and licked its salty sole.
"Oh my," she moaned, surprised by the touch of a tongue on her foot.
"Elvira needs to be completely worshipped," I said, "every inch of her voluptuous perfect body."
"Oh, Michael, it's been so long," Grandma moaned, as I massaged and licked every inch of her foot... her scent intoxicating having likely been in heels for some time.
"I'm going to make love to your whole body," I assured, feeling a large sense of obligation to worship my grandma like I had my mother.
"But this isn't right," Grandma again tried to protest, but her words didn't match her actions as she parted her legs wider as she said that. This gave me a clear view to her red panties that definitely had a wet spot.
"But it feels so good, doesn't it, Mom?" Sara asked as she watched her son and lover worshipping her mom's foot.
"I'm not done with you, young lady," Grandma said trying to remain motherly even while she was no longer remaining grandmotherly.
"Yes, Mom," Sara said.
"And call me Mommy," Grandma surprised all of us.
"Yes, Mommy, I have been a very bad girl," Sara said, drawing right into the kinky incestuous wordplay.
"Did you suck my grandson?" Grandma asked, as I massaged her sole and sucked each toe into my mouth, bathing each with excessive attention.
"Yes, Mommy and I sucked your grandson's huge cock and let him shoot his first load in my mouth," Sara answered and added extra evidence against her crimes.
"And you swallowed it all I hope," Grandma said.
"Of course, Mommy," Mom replied.
"I see," Grandma said as she moved her other foot to my face. I exchanged feet and replicated the dedicated sole attention as she moved the foot I just worked over to my balls and began to slowly caress them while she continued the interrogation. "Did his cum taste good?"
"It was delicious, Mommy," Mom answered, before adding, "and it was a really big load."
"Like the load dripping down your face," Grandma asked as she moved her hand and waved her daughter over.
Mom climbed onto the bed and I watched Grandma scoop a dollop of cum from mom's cheek and placed it in her mouth... as my eyes went wide and my dick began to stir again. Two loads were not going to be close to enough to end my night.
"Clean up my slut, Grandma," I ordered, deciding to continue being in control.
"Are you ordering me to clean up my daughter's face full of your cum?" Grandma asked, her tone and face again unreadable, but the fact she continued cupping my balls with her toes spoke volumes.
"Yes, and use your tongue," I ordered, trying to push them to the line and perhaps cross it. The idea of my mother and grandmother kissing or in a sixty-nine suddenly popped into my head... although unlike the questionable definition of incest for my mother and I, or my grandmother and I, this would break multiple moral and legal laws and would definitely be incest.
"You really are a bad boy," Grandma said, as Mom gave me a 'what-the-fuck?' look just before Grandma leaned forward and licked my cum off her daughter's chin.
"Good, Grandma," I encouraged, the brief costume role-play gone as all of us seemed to enjoy more constant reminders that we were committing incest, "get all my creamy cum."
"I usually prefer cum warm and directly from the source," Grandma wickedly said as she continued retrieving her grandson's cum off her daughter's face. It was incredibly hot to watch as I continued planting kisses and gentle licks all over her sweet, scented sole.
For a minute or so, Grandma slowly cleaned up all the cum and then as I moved to her pretty painted toes, Grandma placed her lips on my wide-eyed mom's lips.
