Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 12

... stretch marks and make your tits feel better, honey.” I put the bottle down and reached down to catch the oil before it ran off her boobs and started gently rubbing. “M,mm, that feels GOOD, Grandpa!” I saw her hand reach down toward her vagina. The warm water splashed directly onto her clitoris. I put both hands on her left breast and started earnestly massaging it- tweaking the erect nipple. “Ooh, GRANDPA…” she moaned, her hips starting to rock. I switched to her right tit and did the same. “Oh, GOD, Grandpa!” she panted. I put a hand on each breast and massaged her nipples feverishly. “OH----OH----OH----GRANDPA! I FEEL IT COMING!!” Her body tensed up as her orgasm hit her. “OOOH, GRANDPA!!!” she screamed. I continued to massage her left tit as I reached over to the dildo, grabbed it, brought it down and rammed it into her gushing love hole. “OH! GOD! GRANDPA!!” her waning orgasm quickly blended into a second with the silicone cock stabbing her pussy. She grabbed it and continued hammering it mercilessly into her tight little cunt. I went back at her tits, massaging with urgency. “OH, GOD!!! GH,MMMMmmm!!” Her whole body was jerking and twitching with a third and fourth orgasm. I let go of her boobs and she slumped forward- leaning on the wall with her head, panting. I turned off the water as she slowly recovered. The dildo- slimy with cunt juices slid out of her vagina with a ‘plop’ into the bowl of the bidet. More juice dribbled down onto it. I took a couple tissues and ...

... reached down to her vulva and very carefully wiped it. Her legs twitched at my touch. She slowly sat up and turned herself around on the bidet. She spread her knees, grabbed my hips and pulled me against her for a hug- her head on my belly- my half erect cock on her shoulder. “MM,mm, thank you Grandpa! You ALWAYS know how to fix things!” “Come, baby girl, get dressed. I have another surprise for you!” I put on my usual- trunks and t-shirt. She squeezed back into her yellow bikini, carefully separating her vulva and pulling the seam up between her lips. I smiled at her approvingly. The material without the liner was almost transluscent. If you looked closely you could make out her wispy pubes. The top stretched tightly over her balloon-like boobs- unable to cover most of her flesh and squashing them slightly. Once again, closer examination revealed her pink areola beneath the fabric. “Graampaa!” she admonished looking down at the tent in my shorts. “Sorry, baby girl! You’re just SO HOT!” She smiled and blushed, “Thank you, Grandpa…” We hopped in the car and we went into town. I took her to a store that my daughter investigated years ago that specialized in bras for ‘larger busted ladies’. She only bought one bra that fit perfectly but it was too pricey for her budget to buy any more. “Ooo, a BRA store!” Roxy seemed intrigued. I said, “Wait here, m’lady!” and got out and walked around the car. I opened her door and offered my hand. “Ooo! Well, thank you, sir!” She took my hand, ...