For Evelyn, it all began simply enough—a comment overheard when her grandson Ethan and his friend Tyler were staying over at her house three years earlier. They had come to San Francisco to see a rock concert, but stayed at her house the night before. Going upstairs to check on them, Evelyn blushed when she overheard their conversation.
“Tyler, I’m sorry, but your grandma is hot!”
“What do you mean?”
“What do I mean, ‘what do I mean?’ Have you seen those tits on her? Damn!”
“Dude, you’re sick—that’s my grandma you’re talking about!”
“Yeah, well, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”
“Well, okay, maybe I noticed… but it’s still sick!”
Evelyn felt her heart race, and she could still remember that feeling three years later, waiting for Ethan at the airport. Ethan was starting college in the city soon, and Evelyn had offered to let him stay at her house until he found another place. On the face of it, it seemed like a simple proposition; however—standing in the airport in a pair of red spike-heeled sandals—Evelyn felt a strange passion stirring in her chest. Partly, that was because of the way she looked—wearing a tight T-shirt that showed off her boobs, and a short black skirt that showed off her legs—she couldn’t help but catch the eye of every guy in the terminal; but mostly it was because of her feelings for her grandson, who was clearly surprised when he first caught sight of her.
“Grandma? Is that you…?”
Evelyn’s heart raced on seeing her grandson. He was already a good-looking guy in high school, but now he was broad in the shoulders and just a hair taller than her in her heels.
“Oh, Ethan,” she said, embracing him; “don’t you recognize your grandma?”
Ethan certainly couldn’t help but recognize her double-D cup breasts, crushed up against him.
“Well, damn,” Ethan said, lowering his voice to a whisper; “everyone’s looking at us!”
“They’re just jealous,” Evelyn replied, standing up slightly on her tiptoes and kissing Ethan square on the mouth. He was startled—feeling her tongue slip into his mouth—but then he met her kiss, sucking at her tongue even as his own tongue played across the sensitive tip and underside of hers. He soon had a hard-on—Evelyn could feel it against her thigh—and she could tell he was losing the fight to avoid being turned on by his 56-year-old grandmother. Curiously, the crowd had stopped paying attention to them now, but Ethan knew they were probably used to seeing things a lot stranger than that in the city.
“Damn, Grandma,” Ethan said, breaking their kiss; “I’m gonna have to jack off now.”
“I don’t think so,” Evelyn replied, pulling him closer; “I want you to fuck me.”
“Now?”
Again, Evelyn kissed him, then took a step back.
“Come on,” she said, taking his hand.
Evelyn had already surveyed the area, and she knew a nearby kiosk with a boarded-up front was out of service. Ducking inside, she turned her back to Ethan and lifted up her skirt.
Ethan nearly fainted—his grandmother wasn’t wearing any panties! Of course, in the half-light of the closed-up kiosk, he couldn’t get a great look, but he could tell her pussy was completely bare, and he felt his cock straining the fly of his jeans when he reached a hand forward to cup her delicious vulva. She was wet already, and she moaned delightfully as he started to rub her pussy.
Grandmother or not, she was hot and ready to be fucked; quickly, he loosened his pants and flopped out seven inches of manly cunt-hungry cock.
“Fuck me…!”
“Give me a second here…”
A moment later, Ethan had his swollen, drooling cock-head up against the lips of his grandma’s pussy, and he slipped his cock into her hole with a sudden driving thrust. Evelyn gasped, grabbing the counter before her; Ethan’s cock was big, and she could feel it splitting her open even as it pushed inside her. As for Ethan, it was pure heaven. He hadn’t had a lot of sex—basically just a couple of girls who laid there and made him do all the work—but this was very different; pressing in deep, he felt his cock-head kiss her cervix, and Evelyn reacted by clenching her cunt-muscles tightly on his shaft.
“Oh, Grandma…!” Ethan cried, starting to pump her. In his own mind, he couldn’t quite believe this was happening; this was his grandmother he was fucking, for God’s sake—his own mom’s mother! But to give her credit, she was very good—warm, wet and tight, wrapped around his deeply plunging cock. Soon they were getting noisy—Ethan could feel his balls slapping her cunt with every stroke, and he was sure some cop would hear the SMACK-SMACK-SMACK of his hips slapping into his grandma’s ass. But the crowds of people walking by were seemingly oblivious, unaware of the hot incestuous coupling happening just a few feet away from them.
“Oh, Grandma—I think I’m gonna cum…”
“Oh, Baby,” Evelyn purred; “fuck me! Fuck me full of your cum!”
Ethan responded by thrusting even harder—practically pushing Evelyn up onto the ledge—and Evelyn stood on her tiptoes in her sandals as he pounded her. Ethan was hard as a rock—harder than her late husband had ever been—and Evelyn almost felt sorry for her grandson; a cock that hard had to ache like a son-of-a-bitch, and there she was just making it worse, sucking and squeezing the shaft with her pussy…
“Oh, fuck—!” Ethan cried out, feeling his cock explode inside his grandma; “fuck…!”
Inside herself, Evelyn felt it—the pulsing, throbbing of his cock in the grip of her pussy—and a sudden rush of wetness as sperm gurgled from their point of contact and poured down the backs of her thighs. Indeed, she could actually feel him cum inside her—his pulsing jets of cum squirting into her pussy—and she finally trembled with a shuddering climax. Fighting to fill her womb with his potent, youthful seed, Ethan felt her trembling pleasure, but it was all he could do to concentrate on his own pleasure at the moment; still pressing in deep, he wrapped his arms around her midriff and groaned with the effort to force out the last of his cum.
“Oh, that was good,” Evelyn said, finally feeling Ethan’s cock slip out of her hole; “now let’s go get your bags, then we can fuck some more.”
Dazed, Ethan pulled up his pants and followed his grandma out of the kiosk, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. Absently, he noted a trickle of cum drooling down his grandma’s leg as they waited at the baggage carousel, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Once again, strange men gawked at Evelyn as she and Ethan waited to pick up his bags—and their stares followed her right out the terminal as they went to find her car—but there was only one cock she seemed to be interested in.
At the car, Evelyn thrilled Ethan with a quick blow job—slurping his sticky cock until he nearly came—then playfully climbed into the driver’s seat. Then on the way home, Evelyn frigged herself to a climax with her right hand as she steered with her left, and Ethan joined in by stroking his hard-on, gazing at both her pussy and her legs as she worked the pedals with her tightly bound feet.
Evelyn could tell he liked her sandals; after they got home, he followed her upstairs and continued to jerk himself even as he watched her heels separating slightly from her soles with every step, her ankles still tightly bound by the straps of her sandals. He was so intent on that, in fact, that he failed to notice her slipping off the rest of her clothes—with the effect that he found himself coming upon his now-naked grandmother at the top of the stairs. Seductively, she spun around once before him, then guided him back to her bedroom.
“You like?” she asked, turning once more, and bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“You do look good,” Ethan admitted, watching Evelyn’s gorgeous breasts bounce on her chest. “Can we fuck some more?”
“Oh, yeah,” Evelyn growled, taking hold of Ethan’s cock and pulling him onto her bed. Between her legs now, he struggled to doff his pants and shirt, then once again plunked his cock into Evelyn’s pussy.
“Oh, fuck—!” Evelyn gasped; “you don’t waste any time, do you?”
Ethan just grunted, slamming a flurry of nut-slapping thrusts into his grandma’s belly, then slowing to bend down and sample his grandma’s delicious tits.
Although there might have been a slight sag to the pendulous breasts when she was standing, they were still beautifully firm and full, with large areolae fanning out around the hard pink nipples; taking one nipple into his mouth, he sucked intently, even as he continued to grind away at her pussy.
“Oh, that feels good,” Evelyn moaned, cupping and squeezing her breasts; “maybe Grandma can make you some milk…”
“You’re kidding,” Ethan said; of course, feeling his grandma’s slippery cunt sucking at his cock, he wasn’t inclined to doubt much of anything now…
“No, really,” Evelyn said, working her nipples firmly between her thumbs and fingers; sure enough, tiny drops of milk started to dribble from her nipples a moment later.
“Oh, damn…!” Ethan said, feeling a charge go through his cock even as he watched his grandma lactate; Evelyn, for her part, seemed very pleased with herself, and smiled up at him.
“I just wish you could make me pregnant,” she said, wrapping her legs around his back; “then I could really make some milk for you.”
That finally did it; raging-hard, Ethan punched his cock deep inside his grandmother’s pussy, then filled her belly with surge after surge of steaming hot cum.
Yet, to Evelyn’s amazement, Ethan wasn’t nearly sated. After resting a few minutes, Ethan rolled her over to fuck her from behind—pausing in his fucking to unbuckle her sandals and slip them off her feet—then pushed in deep to fill her with a fresh load of cum. The two of them then took a shower together, ostensibly to clean off, but actually ended up turning each other on all over again; Ethan ended up resting Evelyn on a ledge at the rear of the shower, and fucked her even as shower water rolled down his back, ultimately squirting a fourth load of spunk in her pussy.
Afterward, they recovered on Evelyn’s bed in the twilight, but Evelyn was now feeling a bit hungry and offered to go downstairs to make them something to eat. For his part—hungry as he was, too—Ethan was still a lot hungrier for his grandma’s pussy; watching her slip her sandals back on—reaching down to buckle the little straps around her ankles—then walk away with a short robe barely covering her shapely ass.
Ethan’s cock sprung quickly back to life. Thus, Ethan followed her downstairs to the kitchen and came up behind her even as she was melting some butter in a skillet; although she knew he was right behind her, she was startled when he lifted up the back of her robe, and gasped as he slipped his hard-on back inside her pussy.
“Oh, fuck…!” Evelyn exclaimed, grabbing the side of the stove and feeling Ethan push her forward with his thrust—right up against the front of the stove.
Sensibly, Evelyn shut off the gas to the burner, but Ethan kept thrusting insistently, churning the juices in her cum-soaked pussy once again. Standing on tiptoes in her sandals, Evelyn could feel the vamps digging into her toes even as Ethan fought to sate his lust with a slamming barrage of driving thrusts. Despite herself, she came—her pussy-juices drooling down her legs in a gush of sudden pleasure—and Ethan answered a few seconds later, clutching her dangling breasts and squirting his sperm deep inside her belly.
“Maybe you should make us something to eat,” Ethan suggested, playfully pumping her cum-spackled hole; “I’m kind of hungry…”
“Well, if you’ll give me a second…”
“Here, I’ll help you,” Ethan said, reaching around her—with his cock still snug in her pussy—to crack an egg into the skillet on top of the stove.
“Ohhh…” Evelyn moaned, feeling Ethan still hard in her cunt, “I don’t know if I can cook like this…”
“Oh, you can cook all right,” Ethan said, brushing Evelyn’s red hair aside to nibble on her ear, and cracking another egg; “what are we making?”
“I was going to make an omelet,” Evelyn said, turning the gas back on and pushing her buttocks back against his grinding hips; “but scrambled eggs are easier…”
“Especially when you’re fucking,” Ethan offered.
“Yeah, especially when you’re fucking…”
Somehow, Evelyn managed to tend the eggs until they were done, adding some diced ham originally meant for the omelet. Pronouncing it done, she then earned another quick flurry of thrusting from Ethan, and yet another load of youthful spunk squirted into the mouth of her womb.
“Think you’re out of cum yet?” Evelyn asked.
“Yeah, probably.”
Yet there was still more left in the young man’s balls. Later they cuddled on the downstairs couch watching TV, and sure enough Evelyn ended up with her ass lifted on a pillow, her legs up in the air and Ethan pile-driving her sticky-tight cunt.
“When’s the last time you fucked someone, Grandma?” Ethan asked; “you’re so damn tight!”
“You—(unph!)—really want to know?”
“Well, you don’t have to tell me,” Ethan said, grinding her sweet hole, “if you don’t want to…”
“It was your friend Tyler,” Evelyn admitted, “three years ago, when you stayed the night here.”
“What? Tyler—?”
“It was just a quickie,” Evelyn said—adding hastily, “he said he liked my boobs, and I was so lonely…”
But Tyler was more amused than upset.
“Grandma, you are such a slut.”
“Hey,” Evelyn said, “that’s your grandmother you’re talking about.”
“Sorry,” Ethan said; “you’re a slut—and I think I’m in love with you.”
“That’s better; now give Grandma a kiss.”
Ethan responded by leaning in close to her—even as he continued to fuck her—and kissed her full on the mouth.
“So where did you do it?” Ethan asked a moment later; “I know it couldn’t be when we were there in the bunk beds…”
“It was in the downstairs bathroom,” Evelyn admitted, blushing at the memory; “he was coming out, I was going in, and one thing led to another…”
“What? He just plowed into you, and his dick got stuck in your cunt?”
“Now, Ethan, you sound like you’re jealous.”
“Well, no. I’m just curious…”
“Well, he told me he liked my boobs, and I said something like, ‘I bet you say that to all the girls’ and then he fucked me.”
“Damn, you are easy.”
Evelyn slapped him playfully for that, and Ethan intensified his thrusting. It was a steamy image, he had to admit—his best friend plowing his grandma—and it quickly made the sperm boil over in his balls. Pressing in deep, he crushed his nuts against her bottom and squirted his seventh—and as it were, penultimate—load of the day inside her.
For Ethan still had one more left, when they went back to sleep upstairs in Evelyn’s bedroom. Curled up in Ethan’s arms, she felt him go stiff yet again against her backside, and started with pleasure as he eased his penis back inside her.
“You’re terrible,” Evelyn giggled.
“No, just horny,” Ethan replied, pumping his grandma until he came, then falling asleep with his cock still snug inside her pussy.
Somehow, Ethan found the willpower to drag himself away from Evelyn long enough to get his class list and books, but—with several weeks before school actually started—he mostly fucked his sexy grandmother every chance he got. Although his grandmother worked for a large accounting firm, she had stockpiled several weeks of vacation time and availed herself of most of it so Ethan could fuck her all day and night. They fucked in a public library, in restaurant bathrooms, on a ferryboat—and pretty much every other place they thought they could get away with it.
Once, they even fucked at a free concert in the park; while the rest of the crowd rocked out, Ethan found a tree toward the back of the crowd and sat down with his back against it. Evelyn then straddled him, covering herself demurely with a large blanket, and impaled herself on his cock.
At least one old hippy noticed, offering a “far out, man!” but nobody paid him much attention. Ethan, for his part, just sat back and let Evelyn do all the work for a change, happily feeling her grind her pussy into his cock. Idly, he held onto her feet, wrapping his thumbs around the spike heels of her sandals and stroking her slightly-wrinkled soles with the backs of his fingers; that just made her hump him harder, though—fucking herself with his rigid pole—and she came with a shuddering climax.
“Easy there, Grandma,” Ethan said, lifting his hands to rest them on her hips. “It’s a public place, remember?”
“Sorry,” Evelyn replied, falling back against him. Close to her, now, he could smell her perfume and lifted his hands still further to cup her breasts. Even through her blouse and her bra, they were firm and full, and he wondered how big they might have gotten when she was pregnant.
“Ungh…!”
Not for the first time, that thought made him come—squirting his sperm into the tented depths of her cunt—and he held his grandma tightly around her waist even as he strained to squeeze out every last drop in his balls.
“What’s that about this being a public place?” Evelyn teased him.
“You’re a bad influence, Grandma.”
And so their fucking went, one lusty adventure after another punctuated with the odd bout of oral sex. But then a few weeks later, around the start of school, Evelyn began to feel queasy and went to her doctor for a checkup. As it happened, she was pregnant. White as a sheet, she nearly passed out right on the spot.
When Evelyn told Ethan, he was devastated; he had simply assumed his grandma was too old to get pregnant—otherwise, he surely would have used a condom! But Evelyn had still been having periods off-and-on, and it was hardly surprising that Ethan had knocked her up after the cum-deluge he’d subjected her poor defenseless eggs to.
So it was that the sex came to a screeching halt. Although the damage was done, between Ethan starting school (disaffectedly) and Evelyn returning to work, they had neither the energy nor inclination to fuck any more. Returning to the room set aside for him, Ethan would lie awake nights and wonder how hellishly awful he had fucked things up for his grandma. Although she’d come on to him, he was really just as much responsible for the baby as his grandma…
But how could he even grasp what they had done? Their baby—innocent and guiltless, yet very real and growing by the hour—would be born by summertime if nothing was done. Should he persuade her to get an abortion…? How could he even broach the subject…?
But then—about a week later—Ethan got a pleasant surprise when his grandmother woke him up with her gentle stroking of his hard-on. She was completely naked—all the more beautiful in the sharp light of morning—and Ethan watched in wonder as she moved to sit astride him, then lower herself onto his cock.
“I guess you’re feeling better,” Ethan speculated.
“I’m better,” Evelyn answered, happily humping his hard-on; “I’ve decided to keep the baby.”
Ethan’s cock stiffened even harder, and Evelyn murmured her satisfaction. He could scarcely believe it, but right there—somewhere between his swollen cockhead and Evelyn’s bouncing breasts—a five-week old baby was growing in her womb.
“Have you considered…having an abortion?” Ethan asked.
“Oh, Sweetie,” Evelyn said, milking his cock with her pussy, “I can’t kill our baby.”
That finally put him over the edge. Suddenly, pent-up streams of cum erupted from his penis, painting Evelyn’s pussy-walls with jets of youthful semen, and she leaned in close to kiss her grandson, tucking her feet down underneath his thighs.
“I love you, Grandma,” Ethan said, “but what if we get in trouble? What if people find out? For God’s sake—what about Mom?”
“Just let your grandma worry about that,” Evelyn said, resting her head on his chest, even as her pussy continued to milk the cum from his cock; “you’ll see—it’ll work out.”
As confident as Evelyn was, she wasn’t prepared for a shock from her gynecologist several months later: she was actually pregnant with twins.
Thus, as Christmas approached, Evelyn—just four months pregnant—was already showing a teardrop bulge. Ethan loved that—while he fucked her missionary-style, he told her she was beautiful, and he couldn’t believe how hard her bulging belly felt beneath his hands. She replied that being pregnant made her prettier—it always cleared up a woman’s complexion—and as for her womb, it was tough because of the powerful muscles that would help it expel her babies when labor came.
“Will it hurt?” he asked her naively.
“Oh, yes,” Evelyn said.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Ethan said, trying not to hurt the babies with his urgent thrusting.
“It’ll help that I’ve already had a baby,” Evelyn said; “but you can try pushing a watermelon through the end of your dick if you want to know what it feels like.”
“Ow…” Ethan said, pained by the image. He was not so pained, however, that he couldn’t keep fucking her, and finished off leaving a fresh load of sperm in her tummy.
Evelyn’s larger concern than giving birth was her daughter. She had told her boss at work that she’d gotten knocked up during a one-night stand, and she was sure that Ethan could be her Lamaze coach without raising too many suspicions. Her 38-year-old daughter Lauren—Ethan’s mother—might be trouble, though, if the subject wasn’t broached diplomatically.
As it happened, she needn’t have worried. Lauren could sense that something was up—the way her son asked her probing questions about motherhood on the telephone, ostensibly for a biology class, and the way her mother ducked the question of whether she had a new man in her life. Finally, Lauren—who was divorced and living alone upstate, now that Ethan’s older sister had moved east—invited her mother and son over for Christmas, and burst out laughing when she saw her mother’s bulging belly.
“Now let me explain…” Evelyn started.
“No, let me guess,” Lauren said; “horny grandma plus horny grandson equals…?”
“I thought you didn’t tell her,” Ethan whispered to Evelyn.
“No, but I could guess,” Lauren said. “Here, let me take your coats…”
Unfortunately for Evelyn and Ethan, Lauren wasn’t above having some fun at their expense. Although they avoided fucking in Lauren’s house, she teased them about being a couple of little lovebirds, making a little love nest while no one was watching. Over time—between Christmas and New Year’s—this kidding finally got to be too much for Evelyn, and she hatched a little plan with Ethan.
As Evelyn knew, Lauren was keen to celebrate New Year’s with a bottle of champagne, but Evelyn was pregnant and Ethan was too young to drink. Or at any rate, that was the excuse he used to abstain while his mother got royally hammered.
“You know…” Lauren admitted to Evelyn, “I’m jealous of you—keeping my handsome son all to yourself…”
Evelyn just smiled, helping Lauren to her couch. Now 20 weeks along, she could feel her babies kicking in her belly, even as her own heart fluttered with excitement.
“Well, he’s right there. Why don’t you fuck him?”
“No, I couldn’t…”
“Ethan,” Evelyn said, “show your mother your cock.”
Evelyn whipped out his penis.
“Oh, that’s a nice cock,” Lauren said, “but I couldn’t…”
Evelyn walked around the couch to Ethan and grasped his penis. It was rock-hard in a second, and Evelyn shook it playfully at her daughter.
“But it’s so lonely. Don’t you want to play with Mr. Happy?”
Lauren giggled.
“Maybe just once…”
“That’s a good girl,” Evelyn said, giving Ethan an unnecessary nudge of encouragement.
As it was, Lauren was not unattractive; she had the same red hair as her mother—only longer—and a similar body, with slightly smaller breasts and thicker thighs. Plus she was hot and ready to fuck; Ethan found that out when she sucked his cock into her mouth, and wrapped her sandal-shod feet around his legs. It did feel good—his mom sucked on his cock with sloppy, slurping draws of her lips and tongue on his shaft—but it threatened to bring him off too soon.
“Easy there, Mom,” Ethan said, pulling back, “let me do the work…”
Ethan then lowered his head between her legs, lifted her dress, pulled down her panties and started to suck and tongue-lave her pussy. Lauren first jumped at his touch, but then settled into the cushions of the couch for a long, slow climb to orgasm.
“Oh, fuck…!” Lauren shuddered, glancing up at Evelyn; “you’ve got him pretty well trained.”
“Uh-huh,” Evelyn agreed, meanwhile reclining in an easy chair and frigging herself; “now show her another trick, Ethan.”
Ethan replied by climbing up on the couch between his mother’s legs, guiding his cock-head into the mouth of her pussy, and driving it home with a single plunging thrust.
“Ohhh…!”
“You like that, Mom?” Ethan asked, grinding his hips against hers.
“Oh, fuck yes!”
Ethan glanced back at his grandmother.
“I guess she hasn’t had any for a while either,” Evelyn offered.
That was palpably obvious to Ethan, for his mom’s cunt was tighter than he thought it would be, a steaming-hot furnace wrapped around his dick. Feeling her thrust her hips up against him, he thrust back in answer, and soon they were fucking with happy abandon. Resting on his elbows, Ethan peeled open her top to suck at her boobs, even as he drove in deep and slapped her ass with his cum-heavy balls.
“I can’t help but wonder, Lauren,” Evelyn said; “wasn’t your last period just before Christmas?”
“Oh, fuck,” Lauren gasped, woozily aware of the danger; “Ethan, this might not be a good time to be doing this…”
“But Mom, you feel so good…”
“Ethan—! Ethan, I’m not on the pill…!”
“I guess I could pull out,” Ethan said—noncommittally; “do you want me to pull out?”
Dizzy from the champagne and Ethan’s hammering fuck, Lauren wasn’t quite sure if she really did want him to pull out. After all, she thought, just because she didn’t have protection, that didn’t necessarily mean she was ovulating…
“Oh, fuck me…!” Lauren cried, summing up her thinking.
Ethan strove to oblige, happily absorbing every nuance of his pretty mother’s body even as the sperm started to boil over in his balls. But finally it was more than he could handle; thinking of his mother’s eggs, lying unprotected there in her womb, he pressed in as deep as he could go, gave a straining grunt and sent his sperm squirting into the mouth of her cervix.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said, pumping still more of his cum into her belly, “you’re just so darn pretty…”
But his mom was oblivious. Even as New Year’s cheers rang out up the block, she had already dozed off with the happy sensation of her son’s giant cock still pulsing and throbbing in her pussy.
The next morning, Lauren remembered very little, but two weeks later—after Evelyn and Ethan returned to their home—she got a reminder when she missed her next period.
A visit to her own gynecologist confirmed what she feared—she was pregnant—and she passed the news on to Evelyn with a phone call. Although Lauren tried to sound angry, Evelyn eventually pulled the truth from Lauren—that she was lonely without her kids, and was kind of looking forward to having another baby.
For his part, Ethan worried a little about leaving his mom alone, but Evelyn insisted that she’d offered to let Lauren move in with them, only to have the offer politely refused. Thus, Ethan returned to his normal cycle of school and fucking—now mainly taking Evelyn from behind since she was too big for him to be on top.
By the time April rolled around, she was quite plump and round, and Ethan got hard every time he saw her pose for him in the same spike-heeled sandals she’d worn the day he first fucked her. Now 34 weeks along, her ankles were fairly swollen—an obvious difference from before—but she was still plenty sexy with her big gravid belly and boobs nicely swollen with milk.
So they started to fuck on the downstairs couch, and Ethan had just reached his climax—filling his bent-over grandma with his juices—when a knock came at the front door. Curious, Ethan pulled on his clothes to go answer the door and was startled to see his mother—her pregnant belly just starting to show—standing there in the doorway.
“Mom?”
“I changed my mind,” she replied; “I’ve decided to stay with you guys.”
“Well, okay,” Ethan said, letting her in. “What changed your mind?”
Just then, Evelyn dashed by, buck-naked—or if not ‘dashed’, at least waddled by, with the twins lying heavy in her belly, and her high heels clicking on the wooden floor.
“I’m worried,” Lauren said, with a straight face, “about negative influences you’re getting here in the city. Now why don’t you help me unload my car?”
