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Dad's Old Laptop

... lips. When she pulled away she smushed my cheeks in her hands forcing my lips to pucker up like a fish's then asked, "How's my stud muffin of a Grandson doing?" I wasn't sure if that was funny or not, but Gramps, who was sitting on the other end of the couch had thought it was hilarious. It had taken him a full five minutes to stop laughing. After Grandma's soft ass left my lap, it had taken almost that long before the swelling in my groin had gone down. I think she really likes seeing how uncomfortable she could make me. "So Russ, did you get an eyeful this morning?" she chirped not missing a beat on what she was doing. "Truthfully Martha," I started playfully, using her given name, "What I saw this morning really should be in one of those men's magazines, so the whole world can see how stunning my Grandmother is." Her hands stopped moving in the sink and she turned her sparkling blue eyes in my direction. "You thought it looked that good huh?" "Without a doubt," I replied. "Hum, I guess I could make some extra money by posing for a girlie mag. The only trouble would be finding a photographer that I could trust," she remarked, looking up and to the side as if she were actually thinking about doing it. Unsure if she was still teasing me or not I blurted out, "I've been told I take good pictures, so if you want, I'll gladly volunteer for the job." "I'll keep that in mind," she laughed and turned her attention back to the sink. "Where's Mom?" I asked after tearing my eyes ...

... from the drooping armholes of her top. "It's a sunny afternoon, where do you think she is?" I took one last look at Grandma's fine ass, nasty little thoughts running amok in the back of my brain, and went out to the pool area. There was Mom, all five-foot nine inches of her stretched out on a lounger, the light brown bikini she was wearing blending in nicely with her bronzed skin. She had a huge brimmed hat pulled over her eyes and didn't see me coming. Being a typical horny teenager I took this opportunity to scope out the goods. Long slender legs crossed at the ankles, smooth flat stomach, and firm globes of tit flesh barely covered by the triangles of her suit greeted my eyes. Yep, Dad's one lucky fuck I told myself before faking a cough to announce my presence. "Hey sweetie, how was school today?" she asked pushing the hat back on her head and fixing her soft brown eyes on mine. "The usual, too many boring lectures and not enough time with the hands on stuff," I told her taking a seat on the lounger next to hers. I was taking computer science hoping to become a programmer so I could create my own games. This was a field that Mom had worked at for some time, before she developed a software package that garnered her enough money to say the hell with working. Now she worked on her tan and her physique. Dad enjoyed the thrill of making business deals too much to give up his job. I suspect that the occasional overseas assignments also appealed to him. When I had first started ...