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FOR EMILY Barker it was a moment she had planned for. Of course, there was no way of knowing how her grandson would react, but Emily had surprise on her side. She’d known for weeks that Colin had developed a little crush on her. She had noticed the surreptitious glances at her bosom and had divined her Grandson’s burgeoning desire.
At first Emily had been stunned by his attention, shocked that her grandson could look at her with male interest. But then, recognising Colin’s strong physical resemblance to her deceased husband, with her grandson even displaying some of the same mannerisms, Emily had slowly developed a lewd fantasy of her own.
Like Coin she had fought against incestuous desires. Emily had been appalled at her own shocking thoughts but had eventually submitted and masturbated with her favourite dildo, the large rubber cock being her sole companion since her husband’s passing, a toy she had used in front of him on many occasions during their marriage, and which she then used to satisfy the sudden hunger between her legs.
That fantasy had grown into a glimmer of a plan, an illicit plot that, when she sat and thought about what it was she was contemplating, made Emily blush and push the imaginings from her mind.
But the lure was insidious, its approach clandestine, and it was in the night, her in the big bed with a latex cock for company that Emily had found herself making going over tactics in her mind. She used the dildo on herself and hatched a scheme for her own grandson’s seduction.
And, one day, when she could deny herself no longer, Emily Barker acted.
She had her hair coloured, her nails done and put on a too-short and too-tight skirt. Emily deliberately planted her husband’s stock of pornographic magazines in the shed, put on the lipstick and buttoned the cardigan up to the underside of her breasts.
Then, when Colin arrived, with her heart thumping and apprehension curdling in her stomach, Emily had guided Colin towards the stash of magazines. She had followed him to the shed and spied through a gap in the boards and, when he’d dropped his jeans and started working at his erection Emily had made her appearance. She’d arrived, said what she said and then left, leaving Colin with the impression he’d been caught in the act.
As Emily hoped Colin had come looking for her, which is why she was lying on her bed in a lewd arrangement of ruched clothing and shivering flesh, languidly fingering her sodden vulva. Emily rested on one elbow, her breasts the lure, her sex exposed as added incentive. She knew her grandson desired her, but also intuited he would balk if he had the chance to think about what he was doing, and so Emily used shock tactics to stun him before instructing him to come to her bed.
“Oh, there you are,” she breathed when he eventually appeared. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
She saw the shock on his face, his jaw dropping.
“Uh … Oh … I…” Emily heard him croak. “Oh … Oh, Gran.”
“Come to me, Colin,” Emily said, her tone curt. “Don’t stand there staring. I know you’ve been looking at my breasts. And now I want you got over here and stopped mucking about.”
Colin stood there, too stunned to move.
“Colin,” his grandmother barked, her breasts swaying as she hefted herself upright. “This is what you want, isn’t it, all of this?”
Colin nodded, his tongue moving over dry lips, eyes glazed as he stared at his beautiful grandmother. “Yes,” he croaked. “Oh … Gran…”
“Come on, darling,” Emily crooned, her tone softening. She smiled and gestured with one arm. “I want it too, Colin. It’s all right. I know it’s a shock to see me like this. But I know you’ve been looking at me. I know what you’ve been thinking. And I want to tell you it’s okay, it’s between us, Colin. You and me. Nobody else will know. No one else <i>needs</i> to know.”
Emily hefted her breasts in the palms of her hands, the tips of her forefingers sliding over the engorged teats in their saucer-sized areolae.
Colin blinked and gasped and pawed at himself through his jeans when he saw his grandmother teasing her own flesh.
“Come on, Colin,” Emily coaxed. “Come to me. Touch me, darling. I’m here for you. I promise I won’t get angry or tell you to stop.” She lifted her breasts again, an offering to her grandson. “You want these big tits, don’t you, Colin?” Then she chuckled, her cheeks dimpling as she smiled a sly smile. “I know how much men love my breasts, Colin; they’ve been ogling my boobs for years, decades, darling. I’ve seen men staring at my breasts since long before you were born. Your grandfather loved them,” she added. “I used to use my breasts around his cock, Colin. He used to love covering them with spunk.”
“Gran…” Colin gurgled, his eyes wide, shocked to the soles of his training shoes by the profanity. “Shit … You can’t … You shouldn’t tell me things like that.”
“Look at them, Colin. Look at my breasts.” Emily’s voice cracked as her ardour flared. Revealing those lewd intimacies and using the language she had sent Emily beyond the median of decency. If she had been worked up for her grandson’s incestuous loving before, she was really chocking for it by then. “I <i>want</i> you to look at them,” she whined, the itch between her legs making her squirm. “I want you to wank your cock again, Colin. I want to see you do it like you did in the shed. Please, come here. Come to me and wank your lovely cock.”
Emily climbed off the bed and went to her grandson, stopping in front of him to pose with the skirt around her waist, her breasts jutting in front of her while he boggled at her body.
“Kiss me, Colin,” Emily Barker sighed, moving closer as her grandson’s hands went up to squeeze her breasts.
“That’s it, darling,” said Emily in the moment before she slid her tongue into her grandson’s mouth. “Feel grandma’s big tits.”
FOR EMILY Barker it was a moment she had planned for. Of course, there was no way of knowing how her grandson would react, but Emily had surprise on her side. She’d known for weeks that Colin had developed a little crush on her. She had noticed the surreptitious glances at her bosom and had divined her Grandson’s burgeoning desire.
At first Emily had been stunned by his attention, shocked that her grandson could look at her with male interest. But then, recognising Colin’s strong physical resemblance to her deceased husband, with her grandson even displaying some of the same mannerisms, Emily had slowly developed a lewd fantasy of her own.
Like Coin she had fought against incestuous desires. Emily had been appalled at her own shocking thoughts but had eventually submitted and masturbated with her favourite dildo, the large rubber cock being her sole companion since her husband’s passing, a toy she had used in front of him on many occasions during their marriage, and which she then used to satisfy the sudden hunger between her legs.
That fantasy had grown into a glimmer of a plan, an illicit plot that, when she sat and thought about what it was she was contemplating, made Emily blush and push the imaginings from her mind.
But the lure was insidious, its approach clandestine, and it was in the night, her in the big bed with a latex cock for company that Emily had found herself making going over tactics in her mind. She used the dildo on herself and hatched a scheme for her own grandson’s seduction.
And, one day, when she could deny herself no longer, Emily Barker acted.
She had her hair coloured, her nails done and put on a too-short and too-tight skirt. Emily deliberately planted her husband’s stock of pornographic magazines in the shed, put on the lipstick and buttoned the cardigan up to the underside of her breasts.
Then, when Colin arrived, with her heart thumping and apprehension curdling in her stomach, Emily had guided Colin towards the stash of magazines. She had followed him to the shed and spied through a gap in the boards and, when he’d dropped his jeans and started working at his erection Emily had made her appearance. She’d arrived, said what she said and then left, leaving Colin with the impression he’d been caught in the act.
As Emily hoped Colin had come looking for her, which is why she was lying on her bed in a lewd arrangement of ruched clothing and shivering flesh, languidly fingering her sodden vulva. Emily rested on one elbow, her breasts the lure, her sex exposed as added incentive. She knew her grandson desired her, but also intuited he would balk if he had the chance to think about what he was doing, and so Emily used shock tactics to stun him before instructing him to come to her bed.
“Oh, there you are,” she breathed when he eventually appeared. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
She saw the shock on his face, his jaw dropping.
“Uh … Oh … I…” Emily heard him croak. “Oh … Oh, Gran.”
“Come to me, Colin,” Emily said, her tone curt. “Don’t stand there staring. I know you’ve been looking at my breasts. And now I want you got over here and stopped mucking about.”
Colin stood there, too stunned to move.
“Colin,” his grandmother barked, her breasts swaying as she hefted herself upright. “This is what you want, isn’t it, all of this?”
Colin nodded, his tongue moving over dry lips, eyes glazed as he stared at his beautiful grandmother. “Yes,” he croaked. “Oh … Gran…”
“Come on, darling,” Emily crooned, her tone softening. She smiled and gestured with one arm. “I want it too, Colin. It’s all right. I know it’s a shock to see me like this. But I know you’ve been looking at me. I know what you’ve been thinking. And I want to tell you it’s okay, it’s between us, Colin. You and me. Nobody else will know. No one else <i>needs</i> to know.”
Emily hefted her breasts in the palms of her hands, the tips of her forefingers sliding over the engorged teats in their saucer-sized areolae.
Colin blinked and gasped and pawed at himself through his jeans when he saw his grandmother teasing her own flesh.
“Come on, Colin,” Emily coaxed. “Come to me. Touch me, darling. I’m here for you. I promise I won’t get angry or tell you to stop.” She lifted her breasts again, an offering to her grandson. “You want these big tits, don’t you, Colin?” Then she chuckled, her cheeks dimpling as she smiled a sly smile. “I know how much men love my breasts, Colin; they’ve been ogling my boobs for years, decades, darling. I’ve seen men staring at my breasts since long before you were born. Your grandfather loved them,” she added. “I used to use my breasts around his cock, Colin. He used to love covering them with spunk.”
“Gran…” Colin gurgled, his eyes wide, shocked to the soles of his training shoes by the profanity. “Shit … You can’t … You shouldn’t tell me things like that.”
“Look at them, Colin. Look at my breasts.” Emily’s voice cracked as her ardour flared. Revealing those lewd intimacies and using the language she had sent Emily beyond the median of decency. If she had been worked up for her grandson’s incestuous loving before, she was really chocking for it by then. “I <i>want</i> you to look at them,” she whined, the itch between her legs making her squirm. “I want you to wank your cock again, Colin. I want to see you do it like you did in the shed. Please, come here. Come to me and wank your lovely cock.”
Emily climbed off the bed and went to her grandson, stopping in front of him to pose with the skirt around her waist, her breasts jutting in front of her while he boggled at her body.
“Kiss me, Colin,” Emily Barker sighed, moving closer as her grandson’s hands went up to squeeze her breasts.
“That’s it, darling,” said Emily in the moment before she slid her tongue into her grandson’s mouth. “Feel grandma’s big tits.”
