2 comments/ 86419 views/ 8 favorites Granny's Game Ch. 01 By: dude23L Being able to fix things can get you into some unusual situations, especially when family imposes on your abilities. I fix computers -- I work from home and get my share of freebie family repair requests. The prospect of rebuilding my mother's computer was not one I relished; she almost never used it, and I was wondering why she asked me to get her back online. I thought Mary was too old to do much on the Net, but I guess it's all a matter of perspective. After several days of avoiding the unsavory task, I installed the new drive, and started the recovery process. Anne, my step-daughter, walked in to check my progress. "When are you gonna' take Granny's computer back to her? She was wondering, but didn't want to bother you." Right, but Anne didn't mind; neither did I. "No bother. I'll probably be another hour or two. What's she in such a hurry about? I never figured her as much of a net-person, if you know what I mean." Strangely, Anne blushed before she answered. "You can't tell her or Mom I told you anything," she whispered. Anne's twenty-three, and looks just as hot as her mother. She looked over her shoulder to assure our privacy. "Two weeks ago when Fred went into the hospital, I had the most bizarre conversation with her." Anne looked around again. "It was about sex. For some reason she felt compelled to tell me that she hadn't had an orgasm in over eighteen years. That's when Fred had his first stroke. One of the side-effects of his medicine was ED." I was a little surprised. Mary never alluded to anything sexual at all. She was only 59, and maintained a slim figure with her healthy lifestyle - lots of swimming and gardening kept her tanned and toned. She kept her hair short and tinted, and looked like she could have been Anne's mother -- but then Susan looked like she could have been Anne's sister instead of her mother, too. Anne looked around and continued. "I felt so sorry for her -- it was so sad. She's so pretty, and I wanted to help her. I asked her if she ever masturbated. She said no, never, that she'd never done that, and wouldn't even know where to start. That's where the computer came in." This was going in an unexpected direction. She looked around again. " I figured she didn't have any toys, so I went online with her and pretty much forced her into a shopping spree. I used her credit card and got a couple of vibrators, some oils, some sexy lingerie, ben-wa balls, a strap-on clit vibrator with a wireless remote... you get the picture, I guess." Amazing. "She let you do that? What did she say? Was she even around for this?" "Around? By the time we were checking out, her hands were shaking. She could barely get the card out of her purse. I thought she was just nervous, but she was actually aroused. I could tell." "How? " I asked. "Did you ask her or something?" Anne rolled her eyes. "Of course not. You know Granny has the biggest nipples in the world. I know you do. Everybody does. She can't even keep those things harnessed in church, and I know you've seen them poking through her bathing suit, or her shirts when you go help in the garden. You're a man; you can't help but notice things like that." She looked down at her chest, then brought her eyes up to stare directly into mine. "Just like you can't help but notice my nipples. Hers are bigger, but mine make a statement of their own. Besides, you've seen them on a couple of occasions in their full glory." Anne was right. Once she started to develop, I think her nipples developed fully overnight, leaving the rest of her chest to catch up. And they did. Her "girls" blossomed to a pair of incredible 36Ds that were impossible to ignore. And I didn't -- never had. Raising a step-daughter through the teen years, the sight of nubile, naked flesh darting through halls and bathrooms could not be ignored. The added thrill of having a popular step-daughter merely added to the variety. I have cataloged mental images of every one of Anne's friends in various states of undress -- some topless, some bottomless, some nude asses, and some nude mounds (not beavers, since this younger generation seems to go for the "built-for-speed" look of total baldness). I know Anne had started shaving her pubes years ago -- discovered that when I kept missing my razor, only to find it in her bathroom. I asked, and was bluntly told that she needed to shave, and the cheap razors Susan bought for her left bumps (at which point she blatantly scratched her crotch, daring me to continue the conversation). As I held her stare now, I did not look at her tits. She did, looking down at her chest, then thrusting her nipples in my direction. "Talking about Granny has my nipples on full beam. See?" I looked. She was right. Her nipples were poking obscenely through the fabric of her shirt. "What's with that, Anne? Why does Mary's sexual drought have you so obviously turned on?" I looked back up to see her staring at me, watching me ogle her nipples through her thin shirt. "I brought her one of my books. A book on female masturbation. She was so embarrassed. I made her sit down with me and we started looking through the chapters. "When we got to vibrators and dildos, she said she'd never be able to buy one of those things. That's how we ended up shopping on the web. By that time, I was pretty much bossing her around, and she really didn't offer anything more than token resistance." I was totally involved in this -- a mental picture of Mary ordering toys on the net. The growing bulge in my pants was becoming uncomfortable. "Go on," I said, attempting to be calm. "By the time we were ready to pay, she started bitching about doing this. You know what a bitch she can be." Of course, I knew. Mary was the consummate bitch. She made Joan Crawford look saintly. "I've never seen that side of her," I joked. Anne laughed, then looked around again. "She's always been so mean-spirited and demeaning to all of us -- Mom and her sisters, my cousins, you -- well, she went on about her privacy and my intrusion, until I just turned and slapped her." "What?" "I slapped her -- not really hard - right across the face, and told her to go get her credit card." "What did she do?" "For a minute, she looked like she was going to kill me. Her face flushed really red and her fists clenched. But she quietly turned and got her purse, pulled out her wallet, and started fumbling for the credit card. That's when I first noticed the nipples -- never seen them looking so big -- and the smell. I knew I was smelling her arousal, and realized that the book, the toys -- even some graphic pictures of people using the -- had not excited her. It was her surrender of control to me that did it." I guess it made sense. Mary was always in control of everything and everybody, and now her granddaughter had taken over, even if just for a moment. "I thought I'd test my theory. I selected overnight shipping, and told her I'd be back the next day. I told her to leave the package unopened, and gave her a shopping list for the batteries we'd need. As I left, she thanked me and told me she'd see me tomorrow. I rushed over to her house right after work. She had the box and a shopping bag on the kitchen table She was wearing one of those sundresses she wears, and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. For an old woman with big tits, they really don't sag that much." Yes, I had noticed that, too. "I instructed her to open the box, and watched as she complied. She methodically unpacked and arranged her new toys, removed the box and packing, and stood quietly staring at me with her hands at her sides. I pointed to a slender, silver vibrator, and told her to open the package and insert the batteries. She fumbled with the plastic casing before popping it open, and calmly gripped her toy in her fist -- just like she was holding a real dick. "She placed the vibrator on the table and got a pack of C cells from her shopping bag. Once she got the batteries into the toy, she stood it up like a missile, right in the center of the table. She smiled at me, seeming proud of herself, wondering what she should do next. I watched as she opened each packing, installed the batteries, and lined up her little army of toy sex soldiers. "This took almost thirty minutes, and I could see her nipples getting harder as each of her toys was opened. She hadn't turned any of them on yet. I was hoping she would, so I could punish her for not obeying me. It was incredible. I'd never seen her so compliant -- and quiet." I noticed that Anne's nipples were getting harder, to, as she continued her story. "The lingerie was last. Only one teddy, kinda gauzy and nearly invisible. She held it up in front of her and folded it neatly, and with trembling hands. placed it on the table, too. I asked her if this excited her, and she calmly shook her head. I told her it was wrong to lie, and asked her again, 'Is this turning you on, Granny?' Again she shook her head, almost defiantly. "I jumped from my seat at the table, intending to slap her, but she moved back, and my palm hit her across her right tit. She didn't move back, so I slapped her other tit with my left hand. 'Don't lie to me, Granny! I can tell when you're turned on.' I reached out with both hands, pinching her nipples through the dress. She tried to pull back, but her movement only stretched things out -- her dress, the nipples, her big tits: I let go of her nipples, and reached up with both hands to grab the dress, pulling the blouse open, ripping the fabric and buttons, revealing her tits and nipples. I pulled the dress off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her exposed from the waist up." I was speechless. Anne was breathing harder and squirming as she continued, "I asked her again if she was aroused, and she said no -- obviously lying. I reached up and pinched both nipples hard, even twisting them as I yelled at her, 'Don't lie to me you old bitch!'" She tried to push my hands away but the dress had pinned her arms when I pulled it down. I grabbed the waist of the dress and pulled it tight -- that left her arms completely useless. I could tell she was so excited, she was shaking. I held her like that with one hand, keeping her arms pinned to her waist, and I used my other hand to reach under her dress and cup her crotch. David, it was soaking wet. I slid a finger under the elastic legband and pulled her underwear to the side -- now her pussy was exposed, and it was dripping. I reached between her legs, cupping her crotch; my palm was covered with her juices. I ran my finger back over her lips -- they were slick and swollen, she was so excited." My dick was throbbing. I couldn't imagine Mary letting her granddaughter do this to her. "I brought my hand up to her face and asked her again if she was aroused. Granny didn't answer. She just looked down at herself, naked from the waist up, and nodded. I released my grip on her torn dress and she stepped back, moving to cover herself." "'Stop that,' I barked at her. She looked up at me with such a defiant look, I couldn't help myself -- I slapped her tits again. I slapped them both twice; not on the nipple, but on the outside of each one, watching them ripple and jiggle." "'Take that dress off. It's torn, and I won't permit you to wear torn clothing around me.' She actually slid the dress past her ass, letting it drop down to the floor around her feet. She just stood there with her soaked panties pushed to the side of her pussy, looking down at the floor, not moving." "She must have the hairiest bush -- I've never seen so much hair. We all shave ours, you know." "Yes, Anne. I do know." She looked at me and smiled, knowing that the exposures she and her friends provided had not gone unnoticed. She continued to shift from one foot to the other as she continued her story. "She was a mess; her bush was wet and matted, and it looked horrible. I decided it was time to really test how far she would let this go. I reached out and began to slide her granny drawers down her legs. She didn't move, except to raise each foot to let me finish stripping her. I walked through the house to the bathroom and rummaged around until I found Fred's clippers and scissors he used for grooming his beard, and brought them back to the kitchen." Shit -- I knew where this was going. "I placed the clippers and scissors on the table, looking at the matted mess of hair between her legs." "'Shit, Granny. With all that hair, I don't see how you ever had an orgasm, Did you ever trim it or shave it?' She didn't answer." "' Answer me now!.' She told me she kept it trimmed for Fred, but several months after the stroke, she stopped, since it became obvious there wouldn't be any reason to continue her grooming ritual. I told her to have it trimmed the way Fred liked it before I came back the next day, then I turned and walked out." "I stayed right outside the door to see what she did after I left. I had my hand inside my own pants rubbing my clit as she walked over to the table, picked up the scissors and clippers, and walked out towards the bathroom. I came on her porch before she even got out of sight. I was so turned on." I stared at her vacantly, finally managing to speak. "Annie, that's quite a story you made up, but why would you create a fantasy like this to share with me?" "Did it turn you on, David? It's all true you know. Where's my mom? If we have time to finish this adventure story of mine, I need to sit down. Can we move to the den?" "Susan won't be back for another hour. We can move to the den." When I tried to get out of my chair, I realized the tent in my pants would be visible, and that I wouldn't be able to conceal the we spot in my crotch -- shit, I couldn't even stand up straight. Anne looked and laughed. "I guess you're pretty hard in there, aren't you. I've seen it before, you know. Don't look so surprised. Abbie and I planted a nannie-cam in your room one weekend and watched you and mom. It was the weekend before Thanksgiving, last year. Abbie was so impressed with you, she wants to fuck you -- but, I won't let her." I remembered that weekend. That was the Viagra weekend -- just trying it to see what the fuss was about. "I'm not really pleased to hear about this invasion of our privacy. Whatever possessed you to think of that?" "Actually, I heard Mom talking to Aunt Carol about the Viagra experiment, so I thought it would be a good scientific record to have the before, during and after sequences to review -- totally scientific, you know." "What before? How long did you have the camera setup?" "Abbie installed it that Thursday, while you were both out. It really looked like the experiment was successful. I never knew you guys were so flexible or that you liked anal so much, either." This was my day for failing to find the words to respond to this seemingly endless stream of disclosures. I staggered into the den, following Anne, and fell into one of the arm chairs as she lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs to reveal the wet spot in the crotch of her shorts. She touched the spot with her hand, rubbed it vigorously three or four times, then looked up at me, smiling. "I really didn't expect to get turned on this much, just telling you about my new adventures with Granny. You don't believe this really happened, do you?" "If you're making this up to arouse me, you're succeeding. There's no denying the evidence straining the seams of my pants. If it's really true, I guess I'm wondering why you're telling me these details about Mary." Anne smiled wickedly. "Simple, David. I want you and Mom to come play with us." Granny's Game Ch. 02 Please read the first chapter - or not... ANNE'S STORY I never intended to say anything about the situation with my Granny to David. She seemed so deeply disappointed with everything in her life when she just matter-of-factly told us she hadn't had an orgasm in nearly eighteen years. I couldn't imagine going eighteen hours without getting off -- I thought that was unique to me. In conversations with my sister and our cousins, I discovered otherwise. Apparently, we all have very strong sex drives. I thought that level of sexuality had to be genetic. My Mom, Susan, and David, my step-dad, spent a lot of time behind closed doors. Some of my friends thought they were giving us space, but Abbie never accepted a normal explanation when there was a sexual explanation that fit the scenario. That's why she brought the nannie-cam over. That's another story for another time. David and I sat in the living room, amazingly comfortable given our levels of arousal. My crotch was soaked through the material of my shorts, and his prick was tenting his khakis like the circus was in town. I got down to it -- recounting the story of my Granny and her search for the missing orgasms. --------- I wasn't really sure what to expect when I got to her house the next afternoon. Would she have trimmed her bush? Would she let me push her around and slap her tits the way she had when we were unpacking her shipment of toys? I was anxious all day, and was beginning to tremble with nerves and anticipation as I made my way to her house. I didn't even knock -- I just walked in. I found her sitting in the kitchen wearing the same sundress she'd worn the day before -- ripped at the seams, buttons missing, barely covering her breasts and swollen nipples. She didn't look up, just continued to stare at the bare kitchen table. I knew what she wanted. "I told you yesterday that torn clothing was not permitted. Why are you flaunting that tattered rag when you have more acceptable dresses? Why aren't you wearing the lingerie we bought for you?" I grabbed the collar of the dress and pulled. The fabric seemed to separate with no effort, bearing her from the waist up as she sat, still looking at the table. "Stand up, Granny. Show me what you've done." She stood up, looking up to meet my gaze. She pushed the dress down -- I could see now that she'd taken scissors and cut the waistband to make it tear easier. She had on the same type of granny drawers she'd worn yesterday. I saw the tiny cuts she'd made in the elastic waistband and leg bands of those, too. Playing along, I grabbed the waistband and pulled. The fabric separated with little effort, and I pulled the tattered panties down, leaving her nude again. I was stunned to see that she'd actually trimmed her jungle bush, leaving a thick landing strip that started just above her clit and reached just below her navel. The strip was dark, thick and curly. Below, she'd removed all of the hair. Her puffy lips were bare, and they glistened with her arousal. "Go get your toys." She walked back toward the bedrooms -- I followed quietly. Granny bent over to get a box under her bed, giving me a view of her clean-shaven crack. Even her butt was shaved. She stood up and handed the box to me, opening the lid. "Do you know what to do with any of this stuff?" I asked. Granny placed the box on the bed behind her, fumbled around and pulled out one of the smaller dildoes. She held it up, twisted the base and it started to vibrate in her hand. "Touch you nipple with it," I instructed. Granny touched the toy to her left nipple, trying not to flinch as the vibrations sent a ripple of sensation through her. The old bitch was tough -- she stood there barely moving as she held the tip of the vibrator to her tit. She looked up almost defiantly as we locked eyes. I looked down to the other erect nipple, looked back up and nodded. She moved the vibrator to the other tit; not gently, but really jabbing at the nipple, the tip of the phallus pushing the erect nipple back into the meat of her right tit. This rougher treatment was beginning to have a visible effect on Granny. Her eyes got a glazed, distant look, and she struggled to remain standing as the vibrations appeared to be setting off spasms that racked her body. ---- David's reaction to the story was incredibly restrained -- I thought he would be jacking off by now, but he just stared at me, almost in a trance. I noticed his gaze moved rapidly; furtive eye contact, the deer-in-the-headlights stare at my erect nipples poking into the thin fabric of my blouse, and the lustful stare at my hand slowly rubbing the soaked crotch of my shorts. He wasn't even touching the bulge in his pants. "Take it out," I ordered, as I slipped a finger under the leg of my shorts, massaging my slick opening. "I'm not Mary," he said defiantly. "We're not going there." "You know Mom can have an orgasm just from playing with her nipples?" David nodded. We'd seen him bring her off on the nannie-cam just by sucking her nipples, so there was no point in his denying it. "Seems like we all can." ---- I took a step towards Granny as she relentlessly poked the vibrator at her right nipple. She stopped and stood erect before me, the vibrating tip still touching the erect nipple protruding from her tit. I grabbed the vibrator from her and told her to close her eyes as I touched the plastic tip to her other nipple, turning up the vibrator's speed. Granny moaned softly as I began to work on her, increasing the speed and the motion, until I was chasing her nipple around with the tip of the dildo. It was incredible -- her tit actually started to leak a clear liquid from the nipple -- I'd had that happen before when I was really getting off, but I thought that was pretty rare. Granny's chest was becoming really flushed as I prodded her with the vibrator, now set to full speed. Her breathing was heavy, and she actually started to moan. So, I stopped. She stood there, panting. Beads of sweat had formed on her face and neck. She looked at me, almost pleading for release, but didn't say anything. The only sound was the humming of the vibrator and her ragged breathing. I raised the tool to the right nipple, which was also beginning to secrete, but held it about a half-inch away. She moved forward, but I moved the vibrator away. "Stand still!" I ordered. "Now, look at me." Granny locked eyes with me as I moved closer to her nipple with the vibrator. She stood, unmoving, as the lightest contact was made -- just the two tips touching, with the lightest sensation being transmitted to her nipple. I reached up with my free hand and held the flattened palm in front of the other breast, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat. She'd held her hands at her sides since I took the dildo from her, but I saw her begin to reach towards her crotch. Whether this was a conscious move or not, I decided I could not permit it to happen. "Raise your hands over your head, Granny. Clasp you fingers together. Arms straight up." She complied with no hesitation, her eyes gleaming as I exerted complete control over her arousal. Raising her arms pulled her breasts taut, nipples standing even more prominent. I increased the contact with the vibrator, and moved my free hand closer so that the palm made contact with her nipple. I began to move my sweaty palm in a small circle, gently massaging her, as I began to move the vibrating shaft over the other tit. Granny held my gaze until the orgasm overwhelmed her. She tried to keep it together, but eighteen years of unreleased pressure swept through her. Her eyes literally rolled back, her knees buckled as she dropped to the floor, bringing her arms down, fingers still intertwined as she thrust both hands between her legs, centering on the waves of her sexual eruption. ---- By this time, I hand my hand in my shorts with two fingers in me as I pinched a nipple under my shirt. David was still sitting, clutching the arms of his chair as he watched my wanton masturbation. "It was so fucking hot, David. As she knelt on the floor in front of me, it almost looked like she was having a seizure, her orgasm was so intense. I couldn't tell if she squirted or peed, but there was a big puddle surrounding her on the floor. I almost came right then, too." "If you won't take it out, touch it through your pants. I'm so close, it would be so hot." David slowly moved his right hand to his crotch, and traced the outline of his prick with his index finger. I pulled my shirt up, exposing my breast, so I could really get at the nipple. His hand formed around the cloth, stroking the shaft through his pants. I watched as he raised his hips, and the wet spot in his pants began to spread. As David shot off in his pants, I squeezed my nipple with one hand and my clit between the fingers of the other, triggering my own release. As I collected my wits, I continued with both the story and my nipple massage. ---- Granny's breathing eventually returned to near normal as she remained hunched on the floor, her hands clasped tightly between her legs. "Get up," I barked. She started to move slowly. "GET UP!" Granny struggled to her feet, standing in the middle of the puddle that marked the end of her drought. I went back to the kitchen, retrieving her torn dress and panties. I threw them down at her feet. "Clean up your mess." Granny squatted, and began to move the pile of rags around the floor, sopping up her puddle. "Did you piss, or are you just that wet when you orgasm?" No answer -- not even an acknowledgment of the question. I squatted down, grabbing her chin in my hand, raising her face to mine. "You will answer me, old woman!" I pushed her back from her squatting position, sending her sprawling on her ass, legs still spread from her squat, and her gasping pussy spread open and staring at me; it really looked like a smile -- the vertical smile. "I've always had messy orgasms," she responded weakly. "There's no urine." I told her to get her mess cleaned up, put on some clothes and meet me in the kitchen. She walked in about five minutes later wearing a sleeveless cotton sundress, her nipples made it evident there was no bra. She had the wet mess of her torn clothes, now soaked with her juices, and she dumped them in the laundry hamper. The smell of her was so strong, it filled the room. I sent her back for her toys, and told her to be sure to bring some clean panties. She raised her dress, showing me she already had put on a pair of white cotton granny panties, then she twirled and walked back to her room, returning with the box of toys. I reached into the box and retrieved the clit massager and remote. I pushed the power button and the device started to vibrate slowly in my hand. I thumbed the intensity control and almost dropped it, the vibrations were so strong. I turned it off and handed it to her. "Granny, this goes over your pussy. See if you can put it on without my help." She stood, again raising her dress to her waist, and lowered her panties to her knees. Grasping her new toy, she squatted and held the massager to her still-juicy cunt. She moved it around a little, getting the bumps and ridges lined up, then looked up at me as she held it in place. "Granny, you pull your panties up to hold it in place." She pulled the panties up, the toy creating an obscene bulge. She let her skirt fall back into place. And stood, waiting, as I held the remote. "Sit down, Granny." She sat at the table, still waiting. I reached in the box , getting the ben-wa balls out and rolling them across the table to her. As you'd expect, the inner ball caused them to roll erratically, and she almost dropped them. As she cradled them in her palm, gently moving her hand to feel their motion, I hit the power button on the remote, triggering the low level vibrations in her crotch. "Oh, FUCKK!" she exclaimed. She clutched the balls tightly in her clenched fist. "You see, Granny, the fun part of this toy is letting somebody else play with you." I turned it off and she looked disappointed that I'd stopped. "OK, let's try the balls. Take that toy out of your panties." She removed the clit vibrator and, reluctantly, handed it to me. I noticed it was covered in her juice -- the old woman was turned on again. She started to pull her panties back up, but I stopped her, instructing her to insert the balls into her pussy. "But, they're too big, Annie," she pleaded. "And, how do I get them out?" "Granny, they're not too big, and getting them out is part of the muscular control they help to develop. Take your panties off and sit down, We'll see how easy this is." I took one of the balls from her, and proceeded to take my pants off, sitting back in the chair. She removed her panties, pulled her chair around facing me, and sat down, bunching her skirt around her waist. I spread my legs and pulled my knees up, exposing my glistening pussy. Granny watched in intense concentration as I rubbed the ball against my slit, slowly working it in until it popped in and disappeared. I reached for the other ball, but Granny leaned forward and started to rub it against my pussy, working it until it also popped in. "See, that was pretty easy, wasn't it?" She stared at my pussy in disbelief. There was no sign of the balls at all. I adjusted my sitting position and squeezed my cunt until one of the balls began to appear between my slick pussy lips. I held it there for a second, then let it slide back inside. I repeated this a couple of times, then told Granny to try to catch the ball. I squeezed my muscles, and the ball rolled out into the palm of her hand, followed by the second ball a second later. The balls were covered with my wetness, and Granny rolled them in her hand, raising them to her nose. "Your turn," I instructed. Granny leaned back, spreading her legs and raising her knees as I had done. It must have been a pretty surreal picture, grandmother and granddaughter naked from the waist down, legs spread, wet pussies staring at each other. She took a ball in each hand, and started to rub it around her puswsy. I guess the years of her sexual drought had tightened things up, because she was unable to work the ball in. "That's OK, Granny. I think you should start with the skinny dildo, and get things back in shape. Practice inserting the dildo as deep as it will go, then push it out using your vaginal muscles. "I want you to be able to use these balls within a week. When you feel how they move and vibrate inside of you, you'll use them all the time." She sat up, lowering her knees, still cradling the wet, smelly balls in her hand as I continued with her instructions. "While you're working on your vaginal muscle tone, and this is something you should do no more than three times a day, I want you to get comfortable with this wardrobe. I like what you're wearing now -- the thin fabric of your dress really displays your nice breasts and nipples. "Now, stand up and put your panties on -- put your toy on, too." Granny smiled as she slid the clit vibrator toy over her pussy, and pulled her panties up a little tighter than she had before, wedging her toy securely in her crotch. "I'm keeping this remote control with me, but I want you to have that vibrator in your panties all the time -- except when you're sleeping. I want you to sleep naked. And I'll know if you don't do what I'm telling you." Granny let her skirt fall back into place, replying with a firm, "Yes, Anne. When will you be coming back?" "Maybe tomorrow, but it might not be until Friday." I walked out the door without looking back. ---- "That was three days ago. I went back that night, using my key and sneaking in to check on Granny. She had kicked the covers off, and was naked, laying on top of the sheets. The clit vibrator was on her nightstand." Anne was straightening her shirt, covering the exposed breast, and looking down at the soaked crotch of her shorts. "We're a mess, too. We'd better get cleaned up before Susan gets home. I'm not sure how she'd feel about your wet crotch shorts or my slacks with the cum stain running down the leg." "Actually, David, I think she'd be alright with it. I mean, it's not like you fucked somebody else, is it? Besides, she had two orgasms when I told the story to her. She has the remote control, and will be going with you to return Granny's computer." Granny's Game Ch. 03 A few hours later, after a shower and change of clothes, I met Anne at her Granny's house. I noticed Susan's car parked down the street from her mother's house, but didn't see her anywhere. As I was getting the repaired computer out of the car, my phone announced an incoming text message - "I'll be outside with the remote. Follow Anne's lead. Enjoy this, cuz I will. Susan" I started up the walk to the house, and Anne fell in beside me. "Did Mom text you? We have a plan, you know." "Yes, she did. I'm still not believing this is happening." "Want me to pinch you to make sure you're awake, David?" "No," I responded quickly. I wasn't really sure what she'd pinch, and didn't want to find out. Anne opened the door without knocking, and walked directly back to the kitchen. I waited in the foyer holding the computer for a few seconds before heading for the den to get everything hooked up. The machine was up and running by the time Anne and Mary appeared. "Sorry to keep you waiting, David," Mary began apologetically. I looked up from the screen, and saw she was wearing one of those sleeveless sundresses Anne had described earlier, and there was no doubt she was braless. The thin fabric of the dress formed snuggly around her jiggly mounds, and her huge nipples threatened to rip through the thin cotton of the garment. Anne wasn't exaggerating about her Granny's nipples – diameter almost as big as my thumb, and standing over half an inch from the circle of her areola. Quite a site – I tore my gaze from her buxom display, and returned to the computer display, trying to be all business. "Mary, I replaced the hard drive and re--" "David," Anne interrupted, "Granny doesn't care about any of that. She just needs to get online, so let her have the chair." Her tone was firm, almost bossy. I found myself relinquishing the chair without a second thought. "Thanks you, David," Mary almost chirped. I'd never seen her this obviously cheerful – almost radiant. That could have been a flush of embarrassment caused by her flimsy attire. As she slid into the desk chair, Anne moved behind her, and motioned me to get behind her as well. This viewpoint, looking over her shoulder down the front of her dress, had her tits and nipples looking even more pronounced. She squirmed in her chair, getting comfortable, as she began to open a web page that I recognized as an adult toy storefront. Anne nudged me with her elbow, using sign language, cupped her crotch and pointed at Mary, twirled an imaginary knob in the palm of her hand, then discreetly point to the window slightly behind her right shoulder. Got it – Mary was wearing the clit vibrator, and Susan must have been just outside with the remote. I looked to the window – there stood my smiling spouse, waving the remote at us. She mouthed silently what appeared to be a ready, set, go countdown, them flipped the switch to ON. Mary froze in the chair, looking straight ahead at the screen, her hand not moving. Anne quickly took over. "OK, Granny. I thought you knew your way around this web store, Let me help," she offered, as she reached around Mary, resting her left hand on Mary's shoulder, and guiding the mouse with the other. Mary flinched at her touch, and looked up at me, eyes wide. She thought I was running the remote. Anne pointed at the screen with her chin, looking back at me, mouthing follow me. "Look, David. Don't you think these hooker pumps are subdued enough for me and Granny to wear in public together?" Anne asked. I leaned around the left side of the chair, pointing at the screen with my left hand, and placing my right hand on Mary's shoulder as she continued to look up at me. "These red pumps look too slutty," I commented, looking down, making eye contact with Mary. I held her blank stare without looking away, and saw her look to my left hand pointing at the screen, my right hand on her shoulder, then to Anne's left hand on the other shoulder, and Anne's right hand moving the mouse as she opened a new page of merchandise in the sex toys section. Mary looked at the screen to see where Anne was going, and I stole a glance to the window to see Susan's grinning as she switched the device to the OFF position. Her mother's body twitched, and she looked around for the hidden operator – but Susan had ducked out of sight. I saw Anne looking at her Granny's chest, and it was then that I noticed how much my mother's nipples had grown. From above, I had a new perspective on their size. Anne was right – these were Guinness record contenders that threatened to burst through the flimsy fabric. "Granny, it's starting to get a little warm in here, don't you think? Why don't you undo a couple of those buttons so you don't get overheated?" Mary looked up at Anne, who stared back. Apparently, the hesitation of even a few seconds was too much for Anne, who reached over with her hands, grasping the dress and pulling. Material ripped, and my mother's right breast was exposed. Following the lead, I ripped the dress back to expose the other breast. What a phenomenal sight. Mary sitting at the computer with her breasts exposed, nipples pointing at the screen, as the flush of embarrassment and arousal swept up her torso, neck and cheeks. Susan was peering through the window, smiling, as she waved the remote. Anne was back on the mouse, and had brought us to a page featuring nipple clamps. "What do you think, David? Wouldn't a set of these look good latched onto Granny's big nipples?" I was staring at those big nipples, which seemed to be getting even more erect. Mary looked up at me as I simply nodded, unable to tear my gaze from her exposed chest. "Granny, we need a tape measure so we can be sure we get the right size. Go get one from your sewing kit," Anne ordered. I stepped back as Anne swiveled Mary's chair in my direction. As Mary stood, she noticed the bulge in my slacks – naturally, the sight of her exposed breasts had me hard. The fact that my wife and step-daughter were apparently managing the show was totally unbelievable to me. As Mary walked across the room, I saw Susan activate the remote for her mother's clit vibrator. Mary almost fell over as the waves emanated from her crotch. She fumbled through a cabinet drawer, leaning on the storage chest for support. "Come on, Granny. We don't have all day!" Mary turned and walked cautiously back towards us with the cloth tape measure in her hand and her exposed tits jiggling. Mary's eyes struggled to focus as Anne stepped towards her, placed her hands on her shoulders, and began to remove the torn dress. "Torn clothing is not acceptable, Granny." Anne continued to work the dress down her granny's arms, then down over her hips, releasing it to puddle around her feet. Mary stood there in a pair of white cotton panties with the wet crotch bulging obscenely with the pink plastic clit vibrator clearly visible. The subtle humming of the vibrator was clearly audible now. I looked into Mary's eyes as they struggled to focus. Anne broke the silence. "David, get the tape measure and let's get these new toys ordered." I took the tape measure from Mary's hand, unrolling it and finding the end. "OK, I'm on the site. What's the circumference?" I wrapped the cloth tape around my mother's right nipple, making sure to prod and manipulate her breast in the process. I found it exhilarating to be openly fondling Mary's tit in front of my step-daughter – I glanced over at the window to see Susan watching, too. My dick was really anxious to get in on some of this action, and I wondered if his wish would be granted soon. "This looks like one and three-quarters inches, Anne," I reported. She keyed the measurement into the order form. "OK, what about the other one?" I eagerly stepped in front of Mary to get at the other tit, paying even more attention to the measurement of the second nipple. I looked up and saw Mary staring at me, but couldn't really identify the look on her face. "What?" I whispered. "Please," she mouthed, no sound escaping her lips. I raised my eyebrows and shrugged. "Please," barely audible. "Make me do something nasty, David." No change in expression betrayed my shock at Mary's plea. "This one's the same, Anne. One and three-quarters." "Got it. Now the length. Which side are you measuring first?" "Well, I'm not sure they're fully erect," I said as I looked at them and shook my head. "Mary, go kneel on the coffee table." She walked over and got on her knees on the long table in front of the sofa. Anne had turned on her chair to watch, probably a little surprised that I'd taken control for the moment. I gave her a wink, looked to the window and smiled at Susan, who smiled and winked back. "OK, now down on your hands, too." Mary didn't even look up as she leaned over, ending up on hands and knees with her breasts hanging from her chest, her ass facing Anne in the chair. "Anne, does your grandmother have a vibrator?" Anne nodded. "Go get it." Anne left the room and Mary remained on the table, nearly motionless. I turned to the window and gave Susan a twisting sign, indicating I wanted her to increase the vibrations coursing through her mother's clit. She held up the remote and slowly increased the power to the device. Mary squirmed as the sensations increased, the motion causing her breasts to sway from side to side. She threw her head back, eyes closed, asking me in a hoarse whisper, "Who's got the remote?" She opened her eyes wide as Susan approached the maximum setting and Mary's orgasm approached. Anne walked back in, taking in the sight of her grandmother on the coffee table in her panties, on hands and knees in front of her son, whose erection created a bulge down the left leg of his pants, and her mother visible through the window holding the remote control device. Susan dialed the control back to the lowest level, depriving her mother of the satisfaction of her orgasm. Mary relaxed visibly, her head hanging down. Anne broke the silence, "Looks like the nipples are pretty much erect now, David. Shall I measure them?" "Not yet. Where's the vibrator?" Anne handed the plastic phallus to me with wicked grin, "What do you plan to do," she asked. I didn't say anything, but moved around Mary to sit on the sofa, sitting so that her left side was presented to me. "I want to try something here. Take a measurement of this nipple first, Anne." Anne moved towards the sofa, but I stopped her – "No, from the other side. Reach underneath her," I instructed as I handed her the tape measure –I reached under Mary, pushing against her tit with my wrist as I offered the tape measure to Anne. Anne dropped to her knees on the other side of the coffee table and reached for the tape, her hand manipulating Mary's other tit. "OK, David. I'm ready to measure," Anne whispered, not moving her hand from her grandmother breast, but starting to lightly squeeze. Mary looked over at me, her eyes appearing glazed, then dropped her head to watch her granddaughter play with her tit. I touched the tip of the other nipple with the vibrator and twisted it to the lowest setting. "Measure it now, Anne." Anne picked up the tape measure and crouched lower so she could reach under Mary and see the tape. "Lower, Anne. Get lower so you can read the numbers." Anne lowered her head and, as she reached under her grandmother, found Mary's tit dangling dangerously close to her face. Mary watched without moving as I moved the vibrator so it barely touched the tip of her nipple. Anne held the end of the tape lightly against Mary's aureole, pulling it taut as she moved her face closer to read the measurement. Mary leaned towards Anne, causing her tit to touch her granddaughter's forehead. "OK, David. I think this looks like an inch and a half – can that be right?" "Look closer, Anne. That's pretty unbelievable." Anne tilted her head and tried to look at the tape with Mary's other nipple close to her mouth now. "Be careful that thing doesn't poke you in the eye, Anne. Let's get a better look; Mary, up on your knees so we can see better," I commanded as I looked over to the window and gave Susan a barely perceptible nod. I could hear the humming of the device lodged inside Mary's panties as Susan turned it – and her mother – back on. Mary raised up on her knees, her nipples protruding obscenely from her tits. I turned the vibrating dildo off, and set it on the table. "What are these, Mary? D cups?" I asked. "Oh, no. Mine are D cup, and Granny's are bigger than mine," Anne remarked. Mary looked at me and said, "No, I wear a D cup bra, David. It can get a little tight, but..." She stopped and gasped as I flicked her nipple with my finger. I looked at her sternly as I flicked the other nipple. "I wanted a simple answer, not an explanation. Give me that tape, Anne" Tape in hand, I gouged the metal end into Mary's tit, then pinched her nipple to set the dumb end of the tape. I reached with my other hand, and Mary shuddered as I worked her huge nipple, stretching the tape to its tip. "OK, Anne. This reads an inch and seven-sixteenths. Just under an inch and a half. Now, back to this cup size issue. Are you wearing a bra, Anne?" I knew she was. "Yes, David. I am" "D cup?" I asked. "Yes, why?" "I want to make sure Mary's not lying about her cup size. Mary, are you lying about your cup size?" Mary quietly responded, "No, David." "I hope not. Anne, take off your bra so Mary can prove her cup size is really a D for us." Anne didn't even hesitate; she started on the buttons and removed her shirt. I glanced over at the window, and Susan was standing there with her mouth open, watching the scene. I let go of her mother's tit – the movement caught her eye. She smiled wickedly, and twisted the control speed to high, then back down to the OFF position. Anne dropped her shirt, and reached behind her back for the clasp. As she brought her hands forward, the straps slid down her arms, the cups fell and her impressive tits were revealed. She made no move to indicate modesty; actually, she imperceptibly (almost) pulled her shoulders back to proudly display them. If my dick was hard before, now it was uncomfortably hard, trapped inside my pants. I reached down to try to adjust it, getting little relief from that. I noticed both Anne and Mary watching, staring at the bulge. Anne grinned, "That looks painful. Don't you think you should do something about that, David?" Before I could answer, the door opened and Susan walked in. She was pulling her top over her head; "Yes, David. I think we need to relieve your discomfort there. Take those pants off. Anne, get your pants off, too. Mother, stop trying to cover your tits and see if you can squeeze into Anne's bra. All of you get moving."