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NOTE: The characters in this story partaking in sexual activities of any nature are all aged 18 or over.
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Her long brown hair flowing in the gentle wind, your mother wore a blue checked shirt and matching denims with low heels to accentuate her calves, every gentle breath forced her pornstar chest to expand and attack the shirt that, surprisingly, held itself together against their enormity. Every step she took nearer to your grandma's door compelled her globular calves to tighten up.
Your sister was just as daunting to look at, with equally long and loose blonde hair swept across her slender back covered by a sports top and shorts two sizes too small. Not that she cared much. It was all deliberate.
Your mother turned back with a quick scowl, realising you had lagged behind. "Keep up now - can't keep your grandma waiting." She pressed the doorbell and waited, for both of you to arrive.
You groaned in annoyance just as one of the upstairs windows creaked open to reveal your grandma's face, wrinkled and weathered with age in so many ways you could lose count. "Ah, you're here." Her voice was softly-spoken, a tad soothing. "Go on in. We'll be with you in a minute." A groan came from behind as she lapped a thick pasty white liquid from her cleavage with a finger before sucking on it as she moved away.
"Alright." Your mother slowly opened the door. When inside, you included, you waited in the hall for your grandma to make her appearance. You would have preferred to do that in the comfort of a chair in the living room, not the contrasting icy hall.
Above you, the floorboards started creaking as loud steps moved closer to the staircase, the ceiling spewing out dust in tandem with each stride.
Just then, your grandma appeared, wearing a top, underneath which her ample breasts jiggled as if they had minds of their own. "Sorry I had to keep you waiting. I was just giving your father a quickie. He should be down shortly."
Upon your grandma finally by your side, you abruptly ejaculated at the sight of her breasts beating together, moaning with a quick pelvic jerk.
Your mother caught the display that just occurred with the corner of her eyes and was understandably traumatised by it. "Oh my god! I told you to empty your balls before we left!"
"I did!" you called back with a humiliated expression.
"Oh em gee!" your sister laughed, covering her mouth with a hand.
Your grandma though, acted a little more nonchalantly. "Glad to see I'm providing the desired effect for you -- again." your grandma cooed, gazing perversely at the new dark, dripping stain in your jeans. "I was worried it might've been an accident last time. What a shame that would've been." She smiled, her wrinkles bunching up at the cheeks.
"Sorry about that, honestly," your mother said with embarrassment, a hand to her forehead. She repeated her statement about having asked you to empty your balls before leaving earlier. "I didn't think it would happen again. At least, not so obviously like before."
"I think it's hilarious," your sister admitted with a smile. She always did like to laugh at other people's misfortunes.
"Oh you would, wouldn't you?" you retorted sarcastically.
Your grandma laughed it off, offering a quick glance at your discomfited expression. "Not to worry. He's just gone to prove I'm still desirable for even men his age Though I admit," your grandma added, looking at your Johnson, "you do need to control yourself. I know I;m insanely hot for my age, but you really need to put a curb on your urges, boy. I would hate to discipline you."
You worriedly gulped at the thought of your grandma having to throw you over her leg and give you an old-fashioned spanking, pants down to bare your buttocks. She was always one for keeping with tradition. You dreaded to think what kind of humilation you'd endure.
"That'd be fun to watch," your sister divulged with a smile that coerced her traps and neck to bulge and flex in concert.
"Oh hush, you," your mother cautioned, shaking her head.
You glowered at your sister in annoyance, who stuck her tongue out in response.
Your grandma offered a laugh at your sister's ever-honest reply, driving her tits against her top, straining it more and more. "No, no, I won't do that. I'm pretty sure there are other ways to punish him," she pointed out knowingly.
You gulped.
Your grandma folded her arms. "But right now, I think you ought to change out of that underwear of yours. I think you've a couple of spare pairs lying around somewhere from last time. They should do, she mentioned nonchalantly.
There was no reason to ponder about it. You immediately dashed upstairs like a gazelle, brushing past your relatives.
"Make sure to freshen up while you're at it," your mother shouted up. "God knows you need to!"
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Half an hour later, you were freshened up and ready to tolerate your grandma. Or at least, you were willing to try. After all, if she made you lose your load without making an effort, imagine what would happen if she did! At any rate, you would need to sit around her.
When downstairs, you found your grandma sat at the dinner table wearing a bikini, whilst your mother, sister and grandpa sat at opposite ends.
"Ah, glad you could join us," your grandma declared with pleasure, offering a smile that emphasised the wrinkles on her face. "I was wondering when we'd see you again."
Reluctantly you complied; taking slow, strategically placed steps closer to the sexy woman who nursed your mother for years, her mammaries swollen with milk and pressing against the table.