Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 12

... turned in her seat and reached one foot down to the pavement, spreading her legs. Her pink labia minora were clearly visible through the now wet material. She didn’t notice me staring. She stood with one hand on her hip, the other dangled demurly for an arm to hang onto. I obliged and walked her like some movie star into the store. I opened the door and bowed and we both laughed. We were greeted by a middle aged woman, “How may I help you today?” she asked. “I’m looking for a bra!” I teased. “Oh, really!” she smiled. “My generously endowed granddaughter is in need of something that is NOT a “granny bra” I said using my fingers for quotation marks. “I see,” she said looking down at Roxy’s rack. “You certainly have been “blessed” for a girl your age!” she put it tactfully, “Come into the measuring room and let’s see what we can do for you.” She turned and walked away and we followed. “You may wait here,” she indicated a chair outside the door, “while we measure.” “Can’t I have him in the room with me?” asked Roxy, a little nervous. “Well… It’s not proper, but…” she waved me into the room and closed the door. “Now, remove your… top, miss.” She ordered. Roxy did as she was told. “Oh, my! You lucky girl! You must get a lot of attention…” the lady boldly suggested. Roxy blushed. The lady took out her tape measure and note pad. “And your Grandfather apparently likes them, too…” she stated without looking up from her work. I looked down and my cock was tenting my shorts again. I ...

... put my hands in front of me and I could feel my face go hot. Roxy looked down and giggled. “Do you have a bra for THAT?!” The lady chose not to answer but smiled as she measured her ribs below her tits carefully lifting each one to get the tape under them. Then she moved the tape higher on her back and pulled it across her gorgeous melons. She took more notes and then wrapped the tape around her right breast, then the other. “Oh, my…” she mumbled, scribbling in her notepad. “Does macromasticity run in your family?” “Does what?” Roxy asked, puzzled. “Does your mother or other women in your family have large breasts?” “Oh! H’mm, not really. I guess I’m just different… but I think it’s because of Grandpa’s milk!” “Oh, really!” the lady looked at me suspiciously. “I have milk goats. They get goat’s milk when they come to visit…” I explained. “Oh, is that right! I grew up on goat’s milk! But it unfortunatly didn’t have the same effect…” She glanced down at her own smallish bustline. She went to her computer and tapped away. “It will have to be a custom order but here are the styles we can offer…”the lady turned the computer monitor around which showed six different styles. “Ooo, those are nice…” Roxy took a closer look. “I like THAT one!” she pointed to a lacy push-up style. “Would you like one of those, Roxy?” I offered. “What?” she looked at it again. “But, Grandpa, it’s WAY more than Mom would let me spend!” “No, not you, it’s a gift from me!” “But Grandpa,” she protested, “It’s ...