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The Lusty Grandma: A Tale of Shaved Delights

It’s an odd thing, isn’t it? The way life works. Here we have a spry young lad, barely out of his teens, and there’s this ageless beauty, a lusty grandma with curves that could melt frost off a garden hose. She’s got decades on him, yet the sparks between them are as charged as Tesla’s coils. Let’s dive in and see how this sordid tale unfolds.

The young buck’s name is Jason, green as Kermit, and as horny as a billy goat in a chicken coop. He’s new in town, just moved in next door to this particular pearl, one Mrs. Nettie Derekson. Now, Nettie was no ordinary granny. What she lacked in the vertical department, she made up for in the horizontal. Her breasts were sizable pillows you just wanted to collapse into, and her ass was a gift from the gods. Taut and plump, like a juicy ripe melon, it couldn’t have been sculpted better by Michelangelo himself.

One balmy summer day, Jason was out watering the lawn, trying to mow it down with his eyes from across the property line. Nettie, unaware of his ogling, had opened a window to let the breeze in. The lad couldn’t help but get a peek at her ample endowments jiggling about as she dusted. When she’d finished, she shimmied over to shut the window. Turning sideways, she caught the poor boy right between the eyes with her bulbous behind.

Startled, she turned to find Jason there, jaw dropped, water sprinkler still running, drenching him to the bone. Nettie couldn’t help but chuckle. The kid was obviously a randy little thing. An impish grin spread across her face. “Well, well, what do we have here?” she purred. “A new neighbor? Come on over, let me get a better look at you.”

Jason stuttered, his mouth moving but no words coming out. Finally, he closed his mouth, swallowed hard, and stammered, “I was just… watering the lawn…”

“Uh-huh,” Nettie replied, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Why don’t you bring that watering can on over here? I could use a bit of refreshing myself.”

The boy’s brow furrowed in confusion, but obeyed nonetheless. He crossed the lawn, water can in hand, only to find Nettie had disappeared inside. Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell. The door swung open to reveal the buxom beauty clad in nothing more than a sheer white robe that did little to conceal her Mediterranean-like landscape. She winked at him and said, “Right this way, young man.”

Nettie led him down the hallway and into the bedroom. “Strip,” she commanded, throwing the robe to the floor. Jason gulped, his eyes feasting on her nude glory. He peeled off his wet clothing, shivering slightly as his boyish awakening came to life.

“Beautiful,” Nettie breathed, stepping closer. She reached out and cupped his member, giving it a feathery stroke. “Mmmm, and all for me.”

And with that, she dipped her head down, her full, pillowy lips wrapping around his girth. Jason moaned, his hands going to her hair, burying themselves in its silken tresses. Nettie popped off of him briefly to mutter, “Yes, that’s it, let it all out.”

She went back to work, her juicy mouth enveloping him, her tongue teasing the most sensitive spots. Jason’s head fell back, his eyes fluttering, transported to another realm entirely. She picked up speed, sucking him as though her life depended on it, humming around his manhood.

Suddenly, she disengaged, Jason whimpering at the loss. Nettie gestured for him to lay back on the bed. He complied, eyeing her hungrily. She crawled up his body like the predator she was, her tantalizing bosoms swaying like pendulums. She poised herself above him, ready to mount the ride of his life.

“Put it in,” she growled. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Jason grabbed himself and positioned his tip at her entrance. Nettie bit her lip in anticipation, then slowly, torturously, lowered herself down. They both groaned as he filled her silky, wet heat. Once he was fully hilted, she began to undulate against him, her hips swiveling like a belly dancer’s.

Their coupling was scorching, primal, a dance as old as time itself. Jason gripped her hips, thrusting up into her velvet glove. Nettie rode him with abandon, her big tits bouncing wildly, her mature pussy clenching and squeezing. The sounds of their passion filled the room, the erotic music of skin on skin, moans and cries of rapture.

It was as though Jason was in a trance, under her Agean siren spell, completely debauched by her mature ministrations. He was both compelled and driven to plunge into her resplendent center again and again, drunk on her fluid honey.

Time lost all meaning in this hedonistic orgy of lust. Finally, Jason felt his release building. “I’m going to…I’m gonna cum…” he panted.

“Give it to me,” Nettie groaned, slamming herself down on him. “Fill me up. Paint my insides!”

Jason obliged her request with passion, a scream tearing through the air as he exploded within her. Nettie shamelessly milked him, crying out as her own orgasm crashed through her, her webs & lines on fire. They rode each other through the carnal tsunami until there was nothing left, collapsing together in a sweaty heap.

And there you have it, folks. The tale of how Jason and Nettie discovered the wonders of the coupling of age and youth, the alchemy of time-tested wisdom and virile pulsing blood. It was a match made in taboo heaven, the young buck and the naughty grandma. And it was only the beginning…