Summer Job: A Tale of Lust and Rebellion

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I freeze in the doorway, my heart pounding as the low buzz of what I now realize isn't a bee fills the room. There she is Granny Laura, sprawled on her bed with her legs spread wide, her skirt hiked up around her waist and her blouse unbuttoned just enough to let those massive, firm tits spill out, nipples hard and dark against her pale skin. She's got that pornstar vibe, full lips parted in a moan, eyes half-closed in bliss, her silver-streaked hair fanned out on the pillow.

Her hairy bush is on full display, thick dark curls framing her swollen pussy lips, all red and glistening with her juices. The vibrator's buried deep inside her, a thick pink shaft pulsing with light, stretching her hole wide as it hums away, making her clit throb visibly. She doesn't notice me at first, her hips bucking up to grind against it, one hand squeezing her big breast, pinching the nipple hard while the other holds the base, pushing it in deeper.

'Oh fuck, yes,' she groans, her voice husky and low, nothing like the sweet granny I know. Her pussy clenches around the buzzing toy, slick sounds mixing with the vibration as more wetness drips down her ass crack onto the sheets. I can smell her arousal, musky and thick in the air, and my cock twitches in my shorts, hard and eager to be used. She leans forward, her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from my slit, her eyes locked on mine, that sly grin spreading across her face.

She pulls the vibrator out slowly, the buzzing toy slick with her cream, strings of her arousal clinging to it as she fucks herself slower now, teasingly. I stand there, rooted to the spot, my cock straining against my shorts as Granny Laura's voice fills the room, "Don't just stand gawking, boy, Granny's got an itch that needs scratching." Her hand slides down to squeeze my thick cock, rubbing slow and deliberate before pulling back up into her mouth.

Her pussy is wet, her body hot, and her arousal is still building. She pulls me closer, the vibrations from her hum sending tingles straight to my core. 'Round three? I've got more toys in the drawer if you want to play,' she teases, trailing it up my shaft while her mouth descends again, taking me to the back of her throat. The bed creaks under us, but neither of us cares about time; all we can do is let go and indulge.

I thrust up to meet her, slamming into her depths, feeling her cervix nudge my tip. She's wild now, head thrown back, silver hair whipping as she grinds her clit against me. Her pussy's on full display, thick dark curls framing her swollen pussy lips, all red and glistening with her juices. The vibrator's buried deep inside her, a thick pink shaft pulsing with light, stretching her hole wide as it hums away.

She doesn't notice me at first, her hips bucking up to grind against it, one hand squeezing her big breast, pinching the nipple hard while the other holds the base, pushing it in deeper. 'Oh fuck, yes,' she groans, her voice husky and low, nothing like the sweet granny I know. Her pussy clenches around the buzzing toy, slick sounds mixing with the vibration as more wetness drips down her ass crack onto the sheets.

I can't hold back anymore. Leaning down, I capture one of her fat nipples in my mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing the bud as she fucking herself slower now, teasingly. Her hand tightens on my cock, jerking me off in rhythm with her vibrator thrusts. 'Fuck me with it harder,' she demands, her voice rough.

She pulls back up to kiss me, her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from my slit, her eyes locked on mine, that sly grin spreading across her face. She scoops a bit up and sucks it clean, her hand tracing up my shaft, coaxing one more thrust. 'Time for the real thing,' she growls, lining me up with her dripping hole.

'Round three? I've got more toys in the drawer if you want to play,' she teases, trailing it up my shaft while her mouth descends again, taking me to the back of her throat. The bed creaks under us, but neither of us care about time; all we can do is let go and indulge.

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