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The next afternoon I picked up my Grandma Patterson from the airport. As much as I liked my grandma, I was a little depressed at the thought of not getting any action from my mom for the three weeks that Grandma was staying with us.
My grandma was just shy of sixty, but she looked a little younger than that. She had a full form, but was by no means fat. For someone her age she was in really good shape. She had light blonde hair, which I assume she dyed, that fell almost to her shoulders. When she hugged me she always smashed her massive breasts against me. I don’t really know how bra sizes work, but they had to be at least F-cups. My mom’s breast would be considered fairly large by most, but these were in a whole nother league.
On the ride home she asked all about my schooling, telling me she had heard that I had been getting great grades. I chuckled to myself, imagining if she only knew how those grades were achieved.
The next day my mom took the afternoon off and took Grandma out for coffee and to do some shopping.
When they got back my mom informed me that there was something we all needed to discuss, but that we had to wait until my dad got home. I tried to get her to give me some hint of what it might be, but she wouldn’t let any clues slip.
My stomach was in knots for the next half an hour as I waited for my dad to finally arrive home from work.
We gathered in the living room. I stared at my mom, trying to will her to just blurt out what she had to say.
My mom looked at me and then over at my dad. “When we went to coffee today we had a little discussion. I ended up explaining to Grandma Patterson our arrangement. And she knows that we all know about the gift she gave you on your 18th birthday.” My dad looked a little shocked that this was all out in the open. I was holding my breath, not quite sure what this all meant. “Caroline has assured me that she doesn’t disapprove in any way. She says that she would feel terrible if we didn’t go about our lives as normal while she is here.” My mom looked over at her.
“I don’t mind seeing a little sexual activity,” Grandma assured us.
“I told her that we’d give her a little demonstration of how we do things,” my mom said, turning to me. “Would you like to spend 20 points for a handjob tonight?”
I nodded my head. She motioned for me to come over and I sat down next to her on the ouch. My grandma sat on the other side of her and watched as my mom unbuttoned my pants.
“Can I spend more than 20?” I asked.
“Let’s leave it at that for now,” My mom said. She pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees, exposing my erect cock. My mom wrapped her hand around it and started to slowly stroke my cock. “Your welcome,” she whispered in my ear.
I looked over at my dad who was staring wide eyed at his mom. My grandma just watched with interest as my mom built up speed. When I started to groan my mom pushed my shirt up and before long I started to cum.
Dinner was definitely somewhat strange, but I felt a huge sense of excitement that I wouldn’t be cut off for all of Christmas break.
The next two nights, I tried to get my mom to let me spend more than 20 points, but I couldn’t even convince her to take her shirt off. But even though I was only getting straight handjobs, the fact that my grandma was there watching made it new and exciting.
On the fifth night of her stay, after dinner, my grandma suggested we break out the scrabble board. My mom and dad and I exchanged looks and then broke out into laughter.
“I’m all for it,” I said quickly.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Nothing bahis firmaları Charlene,” my mom said, “It’s just that we usually play scrabble for points.”
“Oh yeah?” She asked.
“But, it’s totally fine,” my mom said, “we’ll just play a normal game.”
“No,” she said, “What did I say. I want life to continue exactly as if I wasn’t here.”
“Okay,” my mom said, “We’ll play boys vs girls. And if we end up losing, I’ll work off any points that we owe.”
“Does that mean if I win I could spend more than 20 points?” I asked.
“No,” my mom said, not giving in.
“I’ll work off any debt I rack up,” my grandma said.
“Really,” my mom said whipping her head around and eyeing her seriously.
“Sure. As long as I can set some ground rules.”
“Okay,” my mom nodded.
“I’ll only give hand jobs, and I’m not really comfortable doing it in front of everyone.”
“That’s perfectly fine, Charlene,” my mom said. My dad looked like he was about to explode with excitement.
So the game began. The boys scores would be compared to the girls. My dad was distracted and jittery the whole game. I could tell he was thinking back to his 18th birthday. I on the other hand have always done my best when focused by proper motivation. My mom played fairly well, but was hampered by some bad draws. My grandma had an outstanding vocabulary, and I thanked my lucky stars her tile placement strategy wasn’t as good, otherwise none of us would stand a chance.
The game ended with my dad in last place, and both my mom and grandma telling him they wanted an extra present under the tree. My mom came in at 226 and my grandma came in at 301. I managed to get a number of triple word scores, and won the game with 344.
“Do you want to spend some of your 178 now, or do you want to go to the guest room with your grandma?” my mom asked.
I looked over at my grandma. “Is that alright?” I asked.
“Sure, honey,” she answered. She took my hand and led me upstairs to the guest room.
She shut the door behind us and then sat me down on the bed. “Lay down on the bed,” she said. I did as she said and she started to unbuckle my pants.
“I’m really glad you found out about the deal,” I told her.
“Me too,” she said smiling at me. She pulled my pants all the way off and told me to take more shirt off. When I was naked she sat on the edge of the bed. With her left hand she massaged my thigh. She rubbed her right hand over my stomach and then slowly wrapped it around my cock. I was breathing was heavy the moment she touched me. Her hand felt soft and smooth. She slowly started to stroke me. As she started to speed up, I watched her massive breasts shaking in their thin sweater, swaying just a little with each stroke. My orgasm built fast, and it wasn’t long until I warned her that I was going to cum.
She kept stroking until I erupted, spilling cum all over her hand. She slowed, but kept stroking until well after I was drained.
“Oh, that was amazing,” I groaned.
“Thank you, honey,” she said, She grabbed some kleenex off the night stand and cleaned her hand off.
The next morning, before I awoke, my cell-phone rang. It was my dad. In a hushed tone he asked for all the details of what had happened the night before. About where I was and where she was. About what she had said during it.
I climbed down the stairs to find my grandma in the kitchen. She asked me if I wanted any eggs and I nodded.
I watched her as she cooked and thought about the previous night. This morning she was wearing a pair of black slacks and a silky white blouse.
When I finished my eggs and toast she asked, “So, do you want to redeem the other half of the points you earned last night?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. kaçak iddaa We went into the living room and sat down on the couch.
“Nice to have the house to ourselves,” she said, snuggling up next to me and rubbing my cock through my jeans. I could feel one of her heavy breasts smashing against my arm. I let out a deep breath as she unbuttoned my pants. I could feel a drop of precum on the tip of my cock.
“Wait!” I said.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, surprised, freezing in motion.
“No,” I said, “nothing’s wrong . . . It’s just that . . . Do you think maybe instead of spending my points on me, I could maybe spend them on my dad?”
“Really?” she said, intrigued.
“Yeah,” I said, “It’s just that I know it would mean a lot to him.”
“Did you see him last night during the scrabble game?” I asked laughing. “And he called me this morning and made me tell him all about last night.” She chuckled a little. “I mean the handjob you gave him on his eighteenth birthday is the whole reason I got one from mom on mine.”
She smiled. “You sure you want to spend your points on him?” she asked coyly, starting to slowly rub my cock through my jeans again.
I closed my eyes and groaned at her touch. “Uh-huh,” I said nodding. She took her hand off my groin.
“I’m so proud of the man that you’ve become,” she said giving me a peck on the cheek. “Always thinking of others before yourself. You know, not many people would do what you just did.”
“Tell me about it,” I said, adjusting my raging erection.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said, “We can play scrabble any time you want while I’m here.”
“Wait, seriously? . . . any time?”
“As much as you want,” she said, “think of it as a reward for being so selfless.” She gave me a big hug, pressing her breasts into me.
I stared at her in disbelief.
“Do you want to play now?” she asked with a smirk.
“Alright,” she said, “go get the board.”
I won the game, but only by a few points. The second game she won by 27 points, and she told me the points could either be deducted from the ones I earned or I could spend the rest of the morning naked.
I stripped off all my clothes and we continued playing scrabble that way until almost noon, the whole time my erection straining toward the ceiling.
We took a quick break after the third game, when I’d amassed enough points, and she gave me a handjob.
When we finally stopped for lunch I had 73 points. That was after deducting the couple of games she had won. She laughed and said she never should’ve traded those 27 points for my clothes.
We played a couple more times after lunch too. When my parents got home, my grandma explained that she had agreed to play scrabble with me as much as I wanted during the break, and explained that it was because I had so selflessly decided to give the second handjob she owed me to my dad.
I thought my dad’s heart was going to beat right out of his chest. She told him that after dinner they could take care of it.
We sat around and talked for a while. The whole time, and all through dinner, my father looked like he could barely contain himself.
After dinner my grandma took him upstairs to the guest room. My mom and I snuck up after them and listened for a minute to the quiet groans he was emitting.
“You wanna spend some of the points you earned last night?” she whispered “Your grandma is occupied , I’ll let you spend as much as you want.” I grabbed her hand and drug her off to my bedroom.
“So what do you want?” she asked, standing over me as I collapsed into the bed. I rolled over and eyed her.
“You wanna suck my cock?” I asked her.
“For fifty points, you know I do,” she said with a smile.
“Of kaçak bahis course,” I said.
“Get undressed then,” she said. She slowly swayed her hips back and forth as she watched me peel my shirt off. She was wearing a high-waisted charcoal grey skirt that fell to her knees. Her beautiful C-cup tits were concealed by a light pink blouse. Her dark brown hairs fell just below her collar bone.
“So how many points did you earn playing scrabble today?” she asked me as I unbuttoned my pants.
“I’ve got 96 left.”
“What? I’m good at scrabble.”
“I guess,” she chuckled, as I kicked my pants off and onto the floor next to my bed. My mom sat down next to me. She wrapped her hand around my erection and leaned her face close to it. She pursed her lips and blew air through them, gently shaking her head back and forth, distributing the air over my cock.
Then her moist lips slipped over my dick. I groaned as she slowly took more and more of it into her mouth.
“Can we sixty-nine while you do it?” I asked her. She took her mouth off my cock and looked up at me.
“Sure . . .” she said, “for 25 more points.”
“What?” I said, “Why does that cost extra? It’s something that just makes the experience more pleasurable for you.”
“It just does,” she said with a smirk.
“Alright, deal.” I said “25 points.”
“Okay,” she said, standing up.
“But that means you have to get naked right?”
“Nuh-uh.” she laughed and reached under her skirt, stripping her panties off. She hiked her skirt up around her waist. Then she climbed onto the bed and swung one leg over me, straddling my face.
I stared at her pussy as she slowly lowered it to my mouth. She held her hands on her hips as I wrapped my arms around her legs and started gently lapping at her vagina.
As I licked a little faster and started to probe my tongue into her pussy I felt her wrap her fingers around my cock. She slowly stroked me, my cock still wet from the beginning of her blowjob. She leaned her face down to my dick. I could feel her breasts pressing the cloth of her blouse against my stomach as she placed slow, tender, kisses up and down its length.
“You did a nice thing for your dad today,” she said before she took my cock into her mouth.
I groaned into her pussy as her mouth moved up and down on my cock. Hands clamped on my thighs, she bobbed her head up and down with zeal.
After two minutes I could hear her start to moan into my cock. After another minute she took her mouth off completely, panting heavily.
“Oh jesus that feels good.” I licked faster, whipping my tongue back and forth across her clit.
“Oh god yes,” she moaned, holding on firmly to my thighs. I plunged my tongue as deep inside her as I could, moving it frantically back and forth.
“Oh that’s it baby. Make Momma cum.” Her breath was ragged and her body was trembling with orgasm.
When her climax subsided, and she breathed for a second, she lowered her mouth back onto my cock. I continued to gently kiss her sensitive pussy.
After a few minutes I moaned that I was going to lose it. She sat up straight and slowly stroked me until I grunted and exploded.
She wiped her hand on my stomach and then dismounted and laid down next to me on the bed.
“How was that?” she asked.
“Great, Mom,” I said, putting my arm around her and trying to catch my breath.
“What’d you and your grandma do today?” she asked.
“Played scrabble all day.”
“I know that,” she said, “That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh . . . Well she gave me a handjob.”
“In the guest room?” my mom asked.
“No, down on the couch.” I answered.
“Just a straight handjob.?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“What did you want to do to her?” She asked me.
“Oh god Mom, everything.”
She laughed and gave me a kiss on the lips. “I bet . . . Well I better go check on your dad, that is, if I can drag him out of your grandmother’s bed.”
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