Inheriting Grandma - Sex Stories

Inheriting Grandma

... with each breath she took. It was clear that Grandma had noticed my discomfort, but she seemed to enjoy it.

As the weeks went by, Grandma seemed to take notice of my discomfort around her. She would often brush up against me or find excuses to touch me inappropriately. She had stopped wearing a bra completely, and as we moved about the house she would make sure that her big, soft udders rubbed up against me.

One morning, I found Grandma in the kitchen once again, she was wearing an even more revealing outfit - a sleeveless blouse with a deep neckline that barely contained her massive breasts. As she went about her morning routine, preparing me breakfast and packing my lunch, I couldn't help but feel like I was in a strange dream. My sweet little grandma had transformed into a seductive enigma right before my eyes. She would bend over the table and give me generous views of her hanging, saggy, enormous tits. She'd smile and stare at me as I fought to avoid overtly staring at her milky, soft, rack.

That night, I lay awake in bed, my mind racing with thoughts of my grandma and her massive breasts. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was deliberately trying to seduce me. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to touch those huge, soft orbs of flesh. To feel their warmth and weight in my hands as I gently massaged them.

As the morning sun peeked through my window, I couldn't ignore the hard bulge in ...

... my pants anymore. I knew what I had to do. I crept out of bed and made my way downstairs to find Grandma in the kitchen. She was wearing a loose-fitting shirt this time, but it didn't stop me from noticing the slight jiggle of her breasts as she moved around preparing breakfast.

I tried my best to ignore the situation and focus on finishing my breakfast, but Grandma wasn't making it easy for me. She would purposely brush against me or make sure that her breasts grazed against my arm as she passed by. It was clear that she was enjoying the power she held over me.

As I left for work, Grandma followed me to the door, her massive breasts bouncing with each step. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "Have a good day at work, remember these old girls will be waiting for you when you get home, I mean this old girl will be waiting."

All day at work, I fantasized about my own Grandma's huge, pale, veiny boobs.

When I finally got home, I found Grandma sitting in the living room waiting for me. She was wearing a one piece swimsuit that accentuated her colossal breasts and curvy figure. It clung to her body, hugging her wide hips, surprisingly small waist, and let her huge, saggy tits hang to her belly. As soon as she saw me, she stood up and walked over to me, her breasts bouncing with each step.

"Grandma," I stammered, trying to find the words to express how uncomfortable I was feeling.

"Oh, I had swimming pool physical therapy today," she ...