Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 04

"Just like that..." she replied, looking back, giving him a small nod, still stirring the dough. She knew this was crossing a line, yet... she couldn't help but keep it going. It was fun to play along, and what she was pressed up against was VERY impressive. She couldn't help but keep at this for a few moments before finally stepping away, stepping out of their close contact. "Get to it then! We've still got a pie to make." Stunned as she walked away, he exhaled to calm himself and resumed stirring the dough.

The game had taken the next step up. Neither knew how far they were willing to push this, but neither wanted to be the first to blink. So they would keep going, until someone said stop, or that boundary between them disappeared completely

"Hon..." Polly called out. She was standing with the oven door open, a casserole of some sort in her hands. Connor stopped stirring to pay attention. "I need to put this in the oven on the bottom shelf. Can you just come over here and make sure I don't fall over? I'm a rickety old grandma, after all," she joked. "Just stand behind me and grab my hips so I don't lose balance." Now seeing her intentions, her invitation for some more close-quarters physical contact, he smirked and walked over to her and went behind her again, holding her hips firmly as she bent over at the waist to put the casserole in the oven below the turkey. She pushed her butt back into him again, but this time, he pulled back, denying her what she wanted. Instead, he took a new plan of attack. Looking down as her top raised up above her waist, he was shocked to see a tiny little black thong appear to him, forming a delicious looking whale-tail above the hem of her pants. Acting like he would if he was in such close proximity to a girl his own age, he ran his hand along her waist to her back and hooked the strap of her thong in his finger.

"Rocking a thong at church today, Grandma?" He asked, tugging at the tiny little garment lightly. Standing up straight and closing the oven door, she turned to face him, letting one hand fall to his hip.

"Yes, dear. Had to dress up today, wear something a bit more formal," she replied with a smile.

"A formal thong?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, usually, I'm wearing something even more revealing..." she hinted, sliding her fingers along his bulging crotch before walking away, both her words and actions making him gulp. "C'mon, hon, we've got to get these cookies ready to bake. I guess you'll need my help, it seems, since you keep getting distracted." He rejoined her at the mixing bowl filled with cookie dough, where she had grabbed some cookie sheets to begin laying out the dough. He joined her as she grabbed a couple spoons and began scooping out the dough into little balls, putting them on the tray. He tried to follow suit, but she had more of a deft hand at it, and he fell behind her rapid pace. At least, until...

"Oohhh..." she called out, looking down at a huge dollop of cookie dough that had fallen into her deep, smooth cleavage. Her hands were still holding the two dough slathered spoons. "Haha... well, I'd ask you to help clean me up, but what self-respecting teenage boy would actually have the guts to run his fingers along his grandmother's big tits?"

Keeping his eyes on hers, he stepped closer to her, reached forward, and without even looking, slid his fingers along her exposed cleavage, running his fingertips along the smooth tanned flesh, gathering every bit of cookie dough on his fingers. And, still holding her gaze, he brought the gathered-up cookie dough to his mouth and licked them clean. Her eyes flashed at this.

"Very good!" she said, beaming, almost proud of him at being willing to take the game this far. "I'm really glad I convinced you to help me out here in the kitchen and not let you go up to your room and jack off!" His smile met hers at this admission.

"So, if there's a hard dick around, you'd rather have it close by?" he asked.

"Yes! I want it close by, I want it to stay hard for hours, and I only want it to get relief when I let it..." she teased from across the counter, nipples now evident through her top. His eyebrows raised again, amazed by the language coming from her mouth.

"Well, my dick usually makes up its own mind," he said, glancing down at the now clearly evident bulge in his pants.

"We'll see about that..." she purred. They finished laying out a couple trays of cookie dough balls, ready to be baked.

"So... what's next?" he asked.

"Well, we still have to do the pie, but the oven's pretty busy right now. I do still have to cook up some of the sausage, and then..." she began.

"You like the sausage?" he couldn't help but interject. At this lazy double entendre, she winced slightly.

"Yes, Connor, I love big, thick, juicy sausage. I love shoving it down my throat," she said quickly, finishing out the punch line. He shrugged his shoulders at her disappointed glare.

"Hey, I had to try," he replied.

"Well, if you want to throat-fuck me, then just come out and say it next time..." she said, walking by him, her harsh language making a jolt run up and down his cock. She moved over to the fridge and opened it up before continuing to speak. "You're even more shameless than I thought. You're away from your girlfriend for only a few days, and not only are you flirting with some girl at church, but you're talking dirty to your own grandmother. I can't even imagine how horny you must be to be doing that..." she said, glancing back at him with a raised eyebrow. Not backing down, he replied.

"And I can't imagine how horny you must be to be rubbing your tits and ass all over your grandson... saying such dirty things to your daughter's teenage son. I mean, what kind of grandmother does that?" he said, stepping towards her. She turned around, some trays of sausage in hand. She set them down on the counter and approached him.

"Hon, you have no idea how far I'm willing to go..." she said, daring him to step it up to her level.

"Neither do you," he replied, not backing down, stepping right alongside her on the precipice of something truly filthy. To the barrier they both promised themselves they'd pull back from if they got too close.

But the game was too much fun, and neither of them were even thinking of stopping now.

Unafraid, she reached forward and cupped his thick, clothed teenage cock between her fingers. In response, he reached forward and tweaked her hard nipples, causing her mouth to open in both shock and lust.

In response, her not backing down either, she slid her hand up and shoved it down his shorts, wrapping her thin, aged fingers around the root of his thick, bare cock. Undaunted, he stepped forward into her, reaching around her slim frame to squeeze her round ass. Now, with their fronts pressed together, Connor's hands on his grandmother's ass, her hand shoved down her grandson's shorts, their faces close to each other, they paused, knowing this was the last moment they could pull back. His eyes stared into hers, and hers up into his, both breathing deep.

Neither were gonna stop, but did either have the guts to take this all the way?

At the same moment, both leapt forward, lips colliding in a fiery kiss. Within moments, lips slid across lips, and tongues were sliding against tongues. Clearly, both of them were too turned on to stop. Grandmother and grandson were making out, swapping spit, but that was just the start. Her eager hands scooped out his sizable teenage cock from within his shorts, stroking it vigorously. His hands grabbed her roughly by the ass and lifted her off her feet, setting her on the counter in front of them. Lips still locked in an indecent, incestuous kiss on Christmas Eve, his hands rose to her chest, squeezing her massive mature tits through her top. Finally, their lips parted, and his couldn't help but turn up into a grin.

"Mom would freak if she saw us..." he said.

"By the end of this, you'll be calling me Mommy..." she teased with a snarl, spurring him into another illicit lip-lock. His hands went to her top and ripped it apart, exposing the black lace bra containing her mammoth jugs. Her huge tits were straining against the thin lace, flesh pouring over the edges, nipples visible through the thin material. He pulled their lips apart, spit connecting them, before he dove into her chest, rubbing his face against her huge, lace-clad breasts. She grabbed the back of his head and held him in place as she scrubbed her boobs against his face. His hands began pawing at his grandmother's huge tits, taking as much of them as he could in his large palms. He squeezed them strongly, the firmness and softness at a level he'd never known possible. He'd squeezed some big boobs before, but these were the best. The absolute best. His own grandmother had the best tits he'd ever felt.

As he pressed himself against her, he felt her soft udders against his face as his hands were cupping them from underneath. At the same time, her hand was still eagerly stroking his pulsing weapon, now dripping juices onto her palm. He pulled back and moved to take this to the next level, reaching up to pull down the cups of her bra and reveal her nipples. Just as he hooked his fingers in the lace, ready to see his grandmother's bare tits for the very first time, their attention was pulled away by a noise.

The front door was opening.

Oh yeah, through this slow, boiling grandmother/grandson flirtation, Dale was still there, working outside. Now, he was coming back inside. Thinking quicker than Connor did, Polly hopped off the counter and ducked down behind it. Connor turned so he was facing away from the front door. Looking down nervously, Polly was now kneeling in front of him, and with this change of position, his throbbing, nine-and-a-half-inch teenage dick was pointing directly at his own grandmother's face. Looking down at her, she put her finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet. As he tried to look like everything was normal, she took the opportunity to really study his mammoth weapon. Long, and thick, and smooth, with a pair of balls that were large and round and swollen, it had been a long time since she'd seen a dick as perfect as this. It's raw power, it's angry, lustful energy, it hit her in waves, making her nostrils flare and her nipples tighten. Connor looked down at her and noticed her intense stare at his big, thick babymaker. Then, with him watching, she stared right down the barrel of his weapon, licked her lips, opened her mouth wide, and took seven inches of prime teenage dick into her waiting mouth.

"Ahhh!" he groaned out, as muted as he could, but how quiet could you really be when your grandmother wraps her lips around your cock?

"You alright?" Dale called out from the front of the house.

"Yeah... shit... just fine!" he called out, stifling his moans as best as he could. He looked down to see Polly bobbing up and down his throbbing, spit-covered pole. She looked up at him, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Where's your grandmother?" Dale asked from the front of the kitchen. From where he stood, Connor had his back to him, leaning back casually against the kitchen island. The island was blocking his view of Polly. Connor looked back at him from over his shoulder.

"Uh... she went upstairs. Ughh... why?" he said, still somewhat pained.

"Oh, nothing. Usually never see her out of the kitchen on Christmas Eve..." he stated. "How's the turkey looking?"

"Good," Connor replied, giving him a thumbs up. "Really good." Connor glanced down again, his grandmother still gulping down his throbbing meat. His shaft was marinating in her broiling spit, and her nimble fingers were gently cupping his swollen balls, kneading them gently, coaxing more cum into them. She then forced 8 and half inches of his dick down her throat and held it, choking on his dick, before looking up at her grandson and winking at him. "What are you inside for?" Connor asked his uncle, trying to hide his impatience.

"Bringing in the mail. Plus... I need some tools in the garage..." he said, walking along the front of the kitchen towards the garage. Exiting quickly and opening the garage door to the outside, it was clear that he wasn't gonna be coming back inside right away. And as soon as the coast was clear... "Jesus, Grandma! This feels so fucking good!"

"You like that?" she asked, pulling her mouth off his pulsing weapon with a pop, stroking his spit-covered cock rapidly. "You like having your grandmother sucking your big, fat, meaty cock?"

"YES!" he groaned, wincing from the pleasure.

"Do I do it better than your little girlfriend?" she asked with a bit of a snarl.

"Yes!" He repeated. She kissed the head of his dick at this admission. "Better than any other girl."

"Well, I've had a lot of practice," she stated, kissing the underside of his cock. "I've sucked a lot of cock in my day... lots of cock. But not many that are this tasty... fuck!" she groaned, taking the top third of his cock in her mouth and sucking on it hard. It was true. It had been a long time since she'd had a dick this good. Thick and meaty and smooth, a cock in it's prime. She couldn't get enough. Her tongue savored its delicious flavor. She pulled her mouth from it again. "No man your age should go days without cumming. Honey... that's just not healthy!" she said with a small smile as she jacked him off. "Do... do you want me to finish you off? Do you want me to make you cum? Do you want your own grandmother to make you cum? Because once I do, there's no going back... for both of us. I'll leave it entirely up to you, babe," she said, stroking his weapon, influencing his decision. His cock throbbing with need, he didn't think twice. He gave the only answer he could.

"YES! Please! I need it!" he groaned. He was on the edge, and he was gonna go insane if he didn't cum. It didn't matter that it was his grandmother on the receiving end of his monster load. Even if it meant coating his own grandmother's gorgeous, elegant face with his thick, creamy teenage jizz, he would do it. He had to do it. He had to cum. And at this admission, she smiled and removed her hand from his cock, standing up right in front of him before he knew it.

"Good!" she announced, standing up, shirt splaying uselessly at her sides, her bra-covered breasts heaving as she breathed deep. "But there's one thing you need to do first. You need to spin me around, bend me over the counter, and fuck me!" she said, reaching forward and grabbing his cock, stroking it lightly. "Do you hear me? You're about to have hot, nasty sex with your own grandmother. You're gonna go to town on your grandmother's ass until she cums. And only then do you get to cum. You'll get to drain your nuts wherever you want, but only if I get to cum first. Deal?" she said, vigorously stroking his throbbing log. "Are you up for that? Do you have the nerve to have sex with your smoking hot grandmother?

Connor never agreed to anything faster. With a quick nod, the deal was made. The die was cast. A grandmother and a grandson had just agreed to have naked, sweaty, vigorous sex with each other.

And that's exactly what they did.

Within moments, lips were locked together again, a grandson and a grandmother feasting on each other. Hands were busy as they ripped at each other's clothes. Her hands pulled off his thin shirt, revealing his fit chest and impressive abs, and his hands were busy as well, tossing aside her practically discarded top, leaving her upper half clad only in a bra. He then kissed his way down her neck and along the smooth vaulting ridge of her massive breasts. He couldn't hold himself back, and he slid his hands into his grandmother's black lace bra and scooped out her massive, fleshy jugs, allowing himself to see them bare for the first time.

Massively sized, and perfectly shaped, they vaulted off her chest, standing firm and full and perky. They were so round and so huge that they pressed against each other to form a natural canyon of succulent, aged cleavage. She had very evident tan lines, the fronts of her big tits whiter than the rest of her otherwise tan skin, evidence of the bikini she wore while tanning. Her mammoth breasts were capped with large, dusky pink nipples, standing out, yearning for an eager mouth.

Unable to resist, he jumped forward, rubbing his face against her bare breasts, his hands eagerly grabbing and squeezing the massive udders. He took one of her hard nipples into his mouth and formed a vacuum seal around it, sucking it hard.

"AHHH! YES! That's it, hon! Suck your grandmother's big tits! Yes!" she moaned out, holding his face against her chest. "That's why you came home with me today. Not to relax. Not to go jack off. Not to help me cook. You came home for the small chance to suck on your own grandma's big jugs... and now you're getting your wish! YES!"

In a fervor, he switched between titties, squeezing the other breast over and over again as he nibbled on her other big tit, sucking on the hard nipple, biting on it lightly, driving her crazy.

"YES! Fuck! You LOVE my big tits! Look at you going so crazy! You've got that girlfriend back home, but that didn't stop you from diving right into your own grandmother's huge, naked tits! YES! I think they're your favorite set of breasts in the whole world! Aren't they... aren't they?" she questioned, her nipples as hard as diamonds.

In response, he sucked on her nipple even harder, his tongue worshipping the hard nub, coating it with spit, sucking on it like a starving man. He was loving this as much as she was.

"Fuck that's good..." she sighed, loving having her grandson sucking on her big jugs. She reached down again to stroke his throbbing weapon, and feeling its size again sent her into her own fervor. "C'mon! Shit! Fuck! We need to do it now! Bend me over and fuck me!" she moaned out, pushing him back, her bare tits coated with her grandson's spit.

Both moving quickly, she spun around in front of him, bending over the counter slightly and pushing her butt out towards him. She had done this earlier, in the midst of the 'game', but this time, it was gonna go a lot further. Grabbing the hem of her pants, he tugged it down from behind, but he struggled with the tight garment. She shimmied her waist, trying to aid him, and finally, using all those young muscles, he yanked her tight black pants down to her thighs, revealing her thong-clad ass in full. Each cheek was firm and juicy and perfectly shaped, allowing the tiny string of the thong to disappear between the impressive cheeks. Much like with her upper half, she had tan lines on her ass as well, as she usually tanned in a simple bikini, not a thong, so despite her golden tan, she had a creamy white ass.

"What do you think, hon?" she asked, wiggling her butt. "Grandma's got a hot ass, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, Grandma... you've got a hot ass!" he growled, eyes locked on her juicy rear end. He tugged down his own shorts and boxers to his thighs and stepped behind her, pushing her forward slightly, forcing her butt out even more. Reaching down, he hooked her thong under his finger and tugged the tiny string between her cheeks to the side, allowing him full access to her naughty bits. He pressed up to her, her round ass pressing into his flat stomach, the head of his thick 9.5-inch teenage dick pressing against the puffy lips of her bare pussy.

Glancing forward at her, she looked back at him.

"Do it..." she urged him. "Fuck me!"

He didn't hesitate. Flexing his hips, her pussy spread open as he pushed his thick teenage cock into her waiting cunt.

"AHHH!" she moaned as she felt her grandson's huge dick filling her tight mature pussy. It had been a long time since she'd had a cock this big, but this one felt even bigger than all the rest. "Oh my God! That's so big!"