Hunter’s s*xy snippets

Inside the house, Sam had locked himself in the bathroom and was standing in front of the toilet, his swim trunks around his knees, his huge uncut cock in his hands with his balls swinging freely between his thighs. He bit his lips and stroked himself, aiming his huge hooded knob at the toilet bowl. He grunted softly as his dickhole opened wide and started pissing a cloudy milky beam of precum into the toilet that lasted for a full five seconds before his cock stopped flexing and drooped down, slowly drooling more prenut into the already half-flooded toilet bowl.

Sam was panting, staring down at the huge payload of prespunk he'd just gushed into his Nana's toilet. Some of it had actually splashed back to splatter onto the toilet seat, and Sam realized there was no way this was going to work. His Nana had unknowingly made his cum factory nuts brew up such a fat load of jism that even just his prenut would be enough to make an utter mess of her bathroom! No, Sam would have to find some other way. He stood there, racking his brain trying to think of where or how he could shoot his load so that his Nana wouldn't find it.

After a few minutes of thinking he came up empty-handed. He didn't see how he could possibly blow one of his enormous loads of cum and keep it from his Nana, so the only choice he had was to just… hold it in. Though he could feel that his balls were already bloated and pent up with plenty of his hot stinky jism, he'd developed a surprising amount of control over his ejaculations. This meant he could hold off cumming for a while even if it was somewhat uncomfortable to do so. Even still, he knew this was only a temporary solution. Though he was able to hold in his huge cum loads for the moment, it was only a matter of time before he was so backed up that his nuts would just overflow and he'd start blasting cum whether he wanted to or not.

Sam used a wad of toilet paper to wipe down the toilet seat, then tossed the sticky wadded tissue into the toilet bowl with his freshly spurted precum and flushed them both down the drain. Having destroyed the evidence, he fully stripped off his swim trunks and sat in the bathtub, then turned on just the cold water. Though he repeatedly winced with discomfort as the frigid water slowly filled the tub, Sam was grateful to see it had the desired effect. Namely, the softening and shrinking of his fifteen inches of hard throbbing donkey dick into a more manageable floppy meat hose of merely nine inches. Sam shut off the water and intentionally slowed his breathing, trying to relax himself as much as possible and take his mind off what had just happened, as well as what could have happened if he hadn't thought quickly.

His first day at Nana's was only halfway through and he'd already come dangerously close to ruining everything. He would need a miracle to make it through six and a half more days without his Nana finding out about his big problem and huge issues.

"Come on, pick up. Pick up!" Cynthia said impatiently, lying on her bed with her phone against her ear. She listened to the low-pitched warbling tone as it attempted to connect her with her friend who she desperately needed to speak with. After her poolside nap she had decided to give Sam a little space as he'd seemed a tad overwhelmed, so she went to her master bedroom, stripped down, and took a hot shower in the attached master bath. After washing off all the sweat, chlorine, and sunscreen from her curvaceous body, she was now lounging on her bed in a bathrobe with her hair wrapped up in a towel to let it dry.

"Pick up the fucking phone already!" she growled, lightly slapping her own thigh in frustration.

ch-CLICK!

"Hey, Cindy. How're you?" came the female voice on the other end of the line.

"I'd be doing a lot better if you'd answered your phone the first two times I called you! I told you I'd probably need your help this week, didn't I?"

The woman on the other end cackled. "What the fuck ever, girl. What kinda help do you even need? You got exactly what you want, and all to yourself. Shit, I should be asking you for help! Like, can you help me out by inviting me over and letting me get my hands around that-"

"I swear to god, Barb," Cynthia interrupted, "don't even fuck with me about this shit, okay? You know how fucking patient I've been."

Barbara Chakowski cackled even louder into her phone. "How patient you've been? I only told you about your grandson's fat swinging horse cock like, what, two weeks ago? Maybe not even that long."

"Two weeks feels like a fucking eternity! I wanted to drive over there and fucking kidnap him as soon as you told me."

"Here's what I don't get. Didn't you say your daughter was a feckless brat? I mean, having met her, I can see what you mean. She fucking exudes weakness, like a fucking rabbit in the headlights. Are you saying you have less self-control than her?"

Cynthia grit her teeth. "You really are a cunt sometimes, you know that?"

"Yep, I know it. Am I wrong, though? Somehow your ditzy daughter was able to resist Sammy's fire hose of a kid schlong for over two months! Say what you will about her, but Deborah clearly has some impressive reserves of willpower. Well I guess either that, or else she's just such a fucking masochist she actually gets off on depriving herself of those liters of clumpy fucking ball gravy his donkey dick blasts out every five fucking minutes."

Cynthia bit her lip and moaned softly, completely forgetting for a moment the enraging comparison Barbara was making between her and her daughter. There were more important things to think about. "Fuck, Barb. Is it really liters? You're not just fucking with me?"

"Cindy, your grandson fucking PISSES sperm! Like, he could fucking pressure wash your cunt with it! You should have fucking seen how much he was shooting when I gave him a double-fisted handjob right there in front of your daughter! Fuck, you should have smelled it, too. UNH! Goddamn. I'm getting wet just thinking about it." Cynthia heard the wet schlick, schlick, schlick sounds over the phone, the direct auditory evidence of just how much Barbara was enjoying that specific memory. This only led Cynthia to pull open her robe and spread her thick thighs, sliding her hand down between them to slowly rub her clit. Her pussy was already soaked just from thinking about Sam's cum loads.

"Oh fuck, that sounds so fucking good!" Cynthia moaned as she played with herself. "Jesus, I saw his fucking bulge earlier and it took everything I had to not yank down his swim trunks and gag myself to sleep on that fucking hog of his! How big did you say he gets again?"

"Fifteen fucking inches, baby. He's swinging a fucking little league bat of a cock and a pair of heavy, baseball-sized nuts to go along with it. Did I tell you I fucking weighedthem? I couldn't fucking resi-" There was a brief pause. "Wait! Hang on! You saw his bulge? Why didn't you lead with that?! Girl, you have to tell me what happened! Did he see you looking? Did his cock hang out the leg of his swim trunks or did it stay folded over? Oh fuck, did you get to sniff it? Did you sniff his cock and balls? Or his asshole?"

It was Cynthia's turn to cackle. "Who's lacking self-control now, hmm? You sound like a hopeless slut."

"Cindy, fuck self-control. I didn't say I wanted to be like your dumbass daughter, I'm just kind of impressed by her thick-headed determination. Ever since I first met that boy Jordan I told you about, it was fucking well and truly over for me. I gave in a long time ago, honey. You can't shame the shameless. So you're goddamn right, I'm a hopeless slut who has to know about your encounter with that glorious fucking meat pipe your grandson's packing."

"Fuck, you know it turns me on how much of a slut you are," Cynthia said, biting her lip and stuffing two fingers inside her soaked pussy as she spoke to Barbara.

"Takes one to know one, love."

 "Well, there isn't a - Ah! - a whole lot to tell, b-but basically I - HNHH! - I put on my teeny bikini and waited for him to - oh FUCK! Phew. Sorry."

"Come on, Cindy. Don't tease me. Can't you fuck yourself and tell the story at the same time? I've got four fingers knuckle deep right now and I'm still speaking in complete fucking sentences." Cynthia heard the wet sounds intensify on the other end of the line, turning into SHLERK, SHLICK, SHLUCK, SHLACK sounds. The slut of a doctor sounded like she was using almost all of the fingers of one hand to pummel her own cunt into submission.

"Okay, fuck, sorry. I got into a bikini, I waited outside for him, and when he came out I asked him to put sunscreen on my back. I was shaking my ass at him and telling him to spurt it all over my fat cheeks. He rubbed it all into my butt and I even lifted my ass up and spread it open a little, and he still didn't haul out that monster! I could see it throbbing and flexing in his swim trunks, but I guess he can be as stubborn as his mother, huh?"

"Mmmmm, all that ass and he still managed to resist? Goddamn, I bet there's a fucking feast brewed up in his balls after getting his hands on that fucking wagon of yours."

"FUCK!" Cynthia exclaimed, fingering herself even harder. "I fucking need to milk out that load from his nuts! That's my cum! I earned it. Oh! I forgot to tell you, when he got here I took all the underwear Deborah packed for him and I hid them in my closet. I told him his mommy must have forgotten to pack his undies. Oops!" Both women cackled together this time. "But then I said it's okay if he wants to wear just the pair he came in all week, the way he likes to. I even unplugged my AC units and told him they're broken, so the house is gonna be hot and sweaty all week. Fuck, Barb! I can't wait to smell his sweat-soaked little undies after that stinky unwashed cock of his has been marinating in all that ball sweat and sperm jelly for days!"

"OOhhh fuck yes, girl. That's the kinda shit I like to - HNHHHH!!!" Cynthia heard a loud and continuous splashing sound like an open spigot drenching the ground. "Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo. FUCK. That was a lot."

"Was that you cumming? Sounded like a fucking fire hydrant going off!"

"No, well, I mean yeah. I came really hard, but also my water just broke."

"Oh shit! Are you serious?"

"Yeah, but it's fine. I could feel he was coming soon. God, you know I hit thirty nine weeks a couple days ago? Alex is such a fucking stud. I can feel how active his boy is. Plus, you saw the sonogram. What, six? Seven inches of baby dick already? God, I wonder which head will come out firs-HNNNHHHHH!!!" SHPLOORSSSSH!! "F-f-fuck! Sorry. I came again. I gotta get off here and call the ambulance. Time to meet my baby boy."

Cynthia only vaguely heard the sound of the call disconnecting as she dropped her phone and balled her hand up into a fist, biting it to keep from moaning. She had, at that exact moment, brought herself to her own gushing orgasm. With her thick thighs spread wide open and her ankles above her ears, she kept flicking her swollen clit with her free hand as she gushed and gushed all over her bed. Her room filled with not only the sounds of her squirting, but also with the distinct aroma of her own heady musk. Cynthia was such a sniff freak that she got off on the smell of her own body, not just the smell of others'. She turned her head and buried her nose in her hairy sweaty armpit, sucking in a huge hungry noseful of her own intoxicating musk along with some tufts of her sweaty armpit hairs, all while riding the waning crest of her full body orgasm.

Finally her body slowed its shuddering, then stopped, leaving her a panting, sweaty, squirt-slick mess. She lowered her legs onto the waterlogged bed with a squishy PWLAP-LOP! She lay there for a few moments, trying to catch her breath. After her heart rate had slowed somewhat, she grabbed the book from her nightstand and sat up in bed. She opened the paperback to a dog-eared page and began reading, her bed still utterly soaked in her fluids. Cynthia had no intention of cleaning the sheets or mattress, preferring instead to luxuriate in her own orgasmic juices and their delicious musk.

Cynthia left Sam to his own devices for the rest of the day, wanting to give him some room to breathe. Every now and then she'd go check on him to see if he needed anything, finding him in the living room or the guest bedroom, coloring or playing his handheld game console. True to his nature, Sam didn't ask for much. He was such a sweet boy. Cynthia still insisted on bringing him snacks and pillows and anything else she thought he might want. He seemed to become more comfortable again as the day went on, which made Cynthia's heart swell.

 As much of a degenerate as she was, she genuinely loved her grandson and only wanted the best for him. She didn't want him to be scared or uncomfortable. She had meant every word she'd said to him about how he could do no wrong, and how she wanted to spoil him as much as she possibly could. The fact that spoiling him would probably include getting to milk that fat fuck pipe of his with her hands and holes until she drowned in his cum, well, that only made her feel more love and affection for him.

She decided she needed to prove to him unequivocally how comfortable she was with him, how much she loved him, and how good she could make him feel. She formulated a plan, and asked Sam if he'd like to have a movie night with her after the sun went down. He excitedly agreed, making her heart swell and her nipples stiffen. Just as the sun was setting she selected what she thought would be the perfect outfit for their movie date, something mundane enough to be inconspicuous, but provocative enough to make her grandson's nuts gurgle and his cock drool. She smirked knowingly as she got "dressed".

Though Sam had been looking forward to movie night with his Nana, he also had a fair amount of apprehension about it. As he sat on the edge of his bed in the guest room, looking out the window to watch the red sliver of the sun disappear behind the horizon, he swallowed hard. The cold bath earlier had helped somewhat, but his balls still felt very full and he hadn't found a suitable way to drain them yet. They were actually starting to ache a little. At home his mommy would never have let him go more than a few hours without blasting one (or two, or three, or four…) of his gigantic loads, but now it had been over twelve hours since he'd last ejaculated! He didn't know how much more of this he could take, but he'd also promised his Nana he'd watch a movie with her, and he didn't want to disappoint her. Not when she had been nothing but kind, loving, and accommodating the entire day.

"Sammy baby?" his Nana called from downstairs, "Are you ready for movie night?"

Sam took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He had to be a big boy now. He had to prove to himself and to his Nana that he could behave, that he could keep his big problem under wraps for long enough to make it through the movie. Then afterward he could figure out what to do about the enormous loads of cum backed up in his bloated balls. Maybe if he just snuck into the backyard and pissed his sperm in the yard? She probably wouldn't see it if he-

"Honey?" she called again.

"Sorry, Nana!" he called out, hopping off the bed. "Yeah, I'm coming down."

"Okay, baby boy. Come on down and get settled while I make us some popcorn."

Sam walked out of the guest room like he was on his way to be yelled at or grounded, but he was actually just going to spend some quality time with his Nana. As he descended the stairs he found himself wishing there was some way he could just explain his big problem to her, just lay it all out and get it over with. Would she be understanding? Or would she be - as Sam feared - horrified and disgusted? The risk was too big, so as he walked over to the couch and hopped up onto the soft cushions, he resigned himself to suffering through whatever movie they watched without disclosing any of this to her. The living room was dimly lit, so at the very least he hoped she wouldn't notice how stretched and strained the crotch of his shorts was.

"Okay, here comes the popcorn!" Cynthia called cheerfully from the kitchen. A moment later she stepped through the kitchen door carrying a big bowl of fluffy white popcorn drizzled with butter, sauntering toward the couch where Sam was sitting. He looked over at her and felt the blood drain from his face.

This was it. It was over. He was fucked.

His Nana - his absurdly voluptuous, thick-thighed, wide-hipped, fat-assed, mega-breasted Nana - was wearing a pair of panties, a low-cut midriff tank top, and literally nothing else. It was the kind of outfit that it made sense for a woman to slip into after a long day, something comfortable and unrestrictive, and also cool and breezy in the admittedly warm living room. However, with her most intimate areas only barely covered by the two skimpy articles of clothing, and her soft plump belly on full display, and her completely unrestrained breasts wobbling so much they were inching the straps of her tank top down her shoulders with each sashaying step, and her large dark areolas and hard nipples clearly showing through the thin sheer fabric of her top, and the fact that the front of her panties swooped as low as her bikini bottoms and showed just as much of her bush, and the fact that her downright massive ass had completely gobbled up the back of her panties causing those titanic cheeks to clap audibly with every step toward him, all combined together to catapult her outfit completely out of the ballpark of "comfortable and unrestrictive", and so far into the stratosphere of "lewd and pornographic" that Sam knew it was now only a matter of time before he either blasted a load in his shorts, or had to run away from his Nana in the middle of their movie. His cock fattened a little in his shorts and his nuts gurgled insistently.

"Wow, N-Nana. That's, um… a lot of popcorn. Thanks for making it for us," he said, forcing a smile as she walked up to where he was sitting and set the bowl down on the coffee table in front of him. As she bent over to do so, Sam's eyes went immediately to her enormous ass, wobbling only about a foot away from his face. Her panties were sunk so deep between her fat cheeks that she basically had her naked ass in his face. His balls gurgled again, a little louder this time. Sam winced and hoped his Nana hadn't heard them.

"Of course, dear! Wouldn't be movie night without popcorn, now would it?" She gently pinched his cheek and smiled, then stood up and walked toward the television. She stood there with her back facing Sam and looked at the collection of DVDs on the shelf next to the TV. "Let's see, what movie did you want to watch? I've got some kids movies that I know you used to like, but I also have some PG-13 and R rated movies if you want to see any of those."

"R rated? Mom says I'm not supposed to watch those," Sam said, blushing.

Cynthia looked over her shoulder and winked. "I told you, baby. No rules at Nana's house. You can do literally anything you want, and that includes watching any movie you like. So how 'bout it? Wanna see a scary movie? An action movie with lots of swearing? Maybe even… an R rated grownup movie?"

Sam's eyes grew wide. "A… g-grownup movie? Like, with people… kissing and stuff?"

Cynthia's grin widened. "Looks like you answered my question. Let's see… oh! I know just the one." She slowly bent over at the hip until she was almost touching the floor with her fingertips and opened the cabinet under the TV to find a specific movie stored in there. In that position her huge ass was up in the air on even fuller display than it was a few moments ago. She was bent over so far that her big doughy cheeks were almost fully spread and Sam could see the back of her panties bunched up between those fat Nana cakes. Below that, peeking out between her thick thighs, was his Nana's puffy, panty-covered pussy mound. Sam could see every contour of that mysterious and enticing camel toe and it made his heart thrum in his chest. She was basically presenting to him like an animal in the wild.

"Here we go!" she said happily, locating the movie and standing back up. She opened the case and slid the disc into the player, then set the case down next to the TV. She walked back to the couch, swaying her wide hips with each step, and then sat down right next to Sam. She put her arm around his shoulder and scooted up close against him. Sam was panting softly as he felt the warm skin of her thick bare thigh pressing against his own slender leg. As she got comfy next to him it also made the side of one of her large breasts press against the side of his face, massive and soft and warm and inviting. "This one's kinda steamy," she said softly, "Your mommy would absolutely not let you watch this." She grinned and winked at him.

Sam wasn't quite sure what "steamy" meant, but he felt his tummy flutter at the way she was talking. He could tell there was something forbidden about the movie based on the way she was speaking, but he couldn't be sure what it was. Before he could think on it more, the movie began. It opened fairly slowly with a meet cute at a coffee shop, a handsome man meeting a beautiful woman and immediately hitting it off. Soon the woman was inviting the man to come back to her place with a look in her eye that made Sam's cock pulse again. Something about the way she was looking at him… it did something to him. It reminded him of the way his mommy looked at him when she was hungry for one of his fat loads of cum. His nuts gurgled softly.

He looked up at his Nana and saw she was watching intently, biting her lip as the man and woman arrived at the woman's apartment and she fumbled with the keys to open her door. Sam's eyes moved to his Nana's massive breast that was right next to his face and saw her nipples were even harder than before, pressing obviously against her top. Sam's cock fattened a little more, his briefs bulging larger. He was beginning to really feel the confines of his shorts and was worried about his cock continuing to grow even larger.

His eyes moved back to the screen and he saw things had escalated. The man and the woman were inside her apartment, kissing passionately, their hands all over each other. The man's hand went… under her skirt! And she moaned and grinded her hips against his exploring hand! Then they were in her bedroom and she pulled her top off and her bare breasts tumbled out, huge and heavy with wide pink areolas! Sam stared in awe, his jaw wide open.

"See? Told ya it was steamy," Cynthia said, squeezing his shoulder.

"N-Nana, I don't think… um, I don't think I should be watching this… right?" Sam asked nervously as the man on screen began unzipping his fly.

"Relax, sweetie. You're not gonna get in trouble. Besides… don'cha wanna see what happens?" She pulled him closer to her, her huge breast pushing even more against the side of his face and actually obscuring his view somewhat with that giant Nana tit.

Gg-gg-gloork!

Sam bit his lip as his nuts rumbled and let out the loudest gurgle yet. His cock was now semi-hard in his shorts and he heard a few seams popping on them. This was bad. Really bad. If he didn't get out of there in the next few seconds he was afraid his Nana would find out about his big problem and she would be scared of him or even angry at him! But… she did say there were no rules. Did that mean she wouldn't get mad?

He hesitated a moment too long and then the man on screen was tossing the woman back onto the bed and climbing on top of her. They didn't show the stuff below the waist, but it was obvious he was lining up his crotch with hers, while at the same time his hand was pawing at her tits.

GLLLORRKKK!

"Oh my!" his Nana gasped, "Is that your tummy rumbling, honey? Did you need to eat some popcorn?"

"N-no, Nana. It's n-not my tummy, it's m-my - HNNHH!"

Pop! Pop! Pop pop pop!

More stitches popped in the crotch of Sam's shorts and he was starting to feel panicked. He should probably run away, but his Nana was holding him against her and it felt like if he moved it might make his shorts rip wide open from the way his cock was straining against them now!

"What's the matter, sweetie? Are you okay?" she asked, sounding concerned. She placed her hand on his forehead. "Are you feeling sick or something?"

"N-nana, I… I don't know how to explain… It's, uh, a problem I have… a big problem," he said shakily, panic creeping into his voice.

"Oh, are you talking about this problem?" she asked, then with her free hand she abruptly cupped the huge throbbing bulge in his shorts, squeezing it softly a few times. "Is this what you're talking about, dear?"

"UNNHHH!!" Sam's nuts gurgled even more loudly and Cynthia felt those big hefty balls vibrating through the crotch of his shorts. "Nana, you sh-shouldn't touch it like that! You're g-gonna make it b-bigger!"

"Honey, what are you talking about? He's all cooped up in there. Sounds like he's gonna rip your shorts in half. It's not good to keep him stuffed in there like that. Here, let Nana help." With that she deftly unbuttoned his shorts, unzipped his fly, and reached her bare hands down under the waistband of his undies. Sam gasped as he felt his Nana's warm fingers slide up under his massive ballsack and his folded over cock shaft, then she hauled them out and over the top of his briefs waistband. His big bull nuts plopped onto the couch and his long, fat, uncut cock slapped against his thigh. "There you go, doesn't that feel better?" she asked in the same sweet casual tone of voice as if she'd just helped him tie his shoe.

"Wh-what? Nana, you just… pulled it out!"

"Of course I did. Why would you leave him in your shorts if he's getting all big and fat like this? It looked uncomfortable. Isn't this why you wanted to watch a steamy movie? So your cock would get hard? I mean, I didn't realize you were swinging this much dick, but I figured you wanted to get a boner. It's okay, baby. I told you, no rules at Nana's house." She smiled at him sweetly and Sam felt like he was in some alternate universe. Was this really happening? She was acting so casual about this, almost like Dr. Chakowski. Was this really okay?

"I just… I thought you'd get mad cause… my thing is so big and… I don't know. I thought it was… wrong or something?"

"Why would this be wrong?" she asked, sounding genuinely confused. "It's not like you can help it. Obviously you've got a much bigger schlong than other boys your age, so I can see why he'd need to get some air. Just relax, baby. I'm not gonna tell your mommy. You can enjoy the movie without tearing your shorts in half. Here, would this help?" Just as abruptly as she'd fondled his package, she casually grasped his steadily engorging meat hose and started stroking it. It immediately got even longer and fatter, starting to stand up on its own a little, though the sheer size and weight of it meant that, though it was jutting out from his crotch now, it was still listing downward from its own mass. Her hand was so warm on his shaft and he moaned as his cock quickly reached full hardness, so fucking thick she couldn't get her fingers all the way around it.

The man and woman on screen were passionately fucking now, the woman's tits bouncing with each thrust and both of them moaning in pleasure. At the same time Sam's Nana was rhythmically stroking his cock, making him moan and grip his Nana's naked thigh as he felt the inevitable happen.

PPPTTHHHHBLLOORT!

Sam's dickhole dilated wide and jettisoned a fat wriggling worm of pure fucking jism that arced through the air and splattered wetly into the popcorn on the coffee table, over the rim of the bowl containing it, and onto the surface of the coffee table itself. This was just a small portion of the incredibly backed up and coagulated sperm jelly that had been brewing in his nuts all day, almost entirely caused by his Nana showing off her lewd voluptuous body in front of him and unintentionally teasing him all day. At least, Sam thought it had been unintentional.

"I'm s-sorry N-Nana!" Sam whimpered pitifully, his brain flooding with dopamine and making him feel like he was going to melt into a puddle of pure pleasure.

"Hm? For what, baby?" Cynthia asked calmly, continuing to casually jerk him off, "For your cock spurting a big jelly worm all over the popcorn? Shush. You don't need to apologize. Besides, I'm sure it felt good, right? Baby, you don't need to hold back. This isn't your mommy's house. I can tell those big fat nuts of yours are super backed up, so you probably need to shoot lots more of your pearl jam than just that one cum cord, huh?"

SSSHHPLOOORRRTTT!!

Sam's cock responded to her questions for him, flexing in her hand and blasting a jet of his cum that splattered loudly against the side of the popcorn bowl, actually making it rock forward and back and spilling some of the popcorn onto the table. This jet was still quite clumpy, but contained more gooey semen than his first semi-solid rope had.

"See? He's already spitting everywhere. Actually, that's helpful. Here, let's use some of this." Cynthia moved her hand down to the base of Sam's enormous cock, squeezed her index and middle finger against the bulge of his urethra on the underside of his fat throbbing shaft, then pulled up the length of his meat pipe. At the same time, she held her other hand open just below his pulsating cock head. Just as she'd expected, his coinslot dickhole extruded a slow-flowing river of pearly, clotted, piping hot jism into her cupped palm. She unceremoniously slapped her cum-filled palm against the foreskin-enshrouded head of his cock and started slathering his hot stinky ball jelly all over his fat knob and down his thick veiny shaft. Then, using his cum as lube, she began tugging him off even faster, the soft gooey squelching sounds mingling with the sounds of steamy sex on screen. "Theeeere we go. Doesn't that feel good? See, your cock was just burping up lots of hot stinky jism to help lube up my handjob, right?"

Shlork, shlerk, shluck, shlock - BLLOOOOORRRPPTT!

Another fat spurt of cum gushed out of Sam's sperm-slathered cock and splattered all over the popcorn and the coffee table, his Nana continuing to tug him off while the man and woman on screen moaned and orgasmed together.

"N-Nana, th-that feels so good! B-but… I can't…. It's gonna come out if you don't stop!"

She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Don't you get it, little man? That's what I want! Don't hold back. You just shoot your cum as hard as you can, mmkay? Grandmas are supposed to spoil their grandsons, don't you know that? Remember when I told you that I'll let you do anything you want? Well, that includes you shooting your thick clumpy sperm whenever and wherever you feel like it. You can fucking blast your loads all over the place baby, I don't mind one bit. You can shoot your cum all over the popcorn, the coffee table, my hand, or even…" Still tugging his cum-lubed cock, she aimed it upward so his fat hooded knob was pointed directly at the underside of her huge heavy titties stretching her tank top. "You could shoot it all over Nana's big boobies if you want. Go on, baby. You just nut as hard as you want while Nana jacks off this big stinky cock of yours."

Sam's little body didn't stand a chance of resisting it now. He'd tried so bravely to stop what was coming, but in an instant the world had flipped upside down and he'd gone from nervously hoping his cock didn't get too hard to getting a sperm-slathered tug job from his fat-assed Nana. Hearing her pour filthy encouragement in his ear was the last little push that sent him over the edge. His eyes rolled back in his head, he instinctively thrust his hips upward into his Nana's stroking hand, and his gravid nuts pulled up close against the base of his donkey dick.

SSHHHHPLLLLUUUURRRRRRPPPTTT!!

Sam's cock flexed in his Nana's skilled grip, his dickhole opened wide, and he fucking pissed a beam of sperm so powerfully against her tank top that her tits rippled and jiggled with the force of his ejaculation. She kept working her hand up and down his shaft, smearing more of his hot spurting nut all over his flexing member and further lubricating her orgasmic milking of his bucking boy dick. His cock kept blasting jet after jet of piping hot boy nut all over her sizable chest, soft tummy, and thick naked thighs. The room was flooded with the pungent stink of hot fresh sperm.

"Oohh, such a fat, thick load of nut jelly! What a healthy boy you are! Blow that big nasty load for Nana!"

SSSPPLUUURRRPPPTTT!! SSPLLLOOORRRRTTT!! SHHPLLRRT, SHHPRRLLLRRRTT, SSSHHHPPLLUURRRPPPTT!!

Sam repeatedly bucked his hips against his Nana's hand as she relentlessly worked up and down his length. His entire body was racked with orgasmic shudders, his brain lighting up like a Christmas tree as he nutted harder than he had in days. Something about the way his voluptuous Nana expertly worked his stinky spermy cock made him blow his load so hard he worried he might pass out. He hadn't been so thoroughly milked by hand like this since… well, not since his visit to Dr. Chakowski.

"UUUUNHHHH!! Nana! Nana I - HHNNHH!!"

"Shh shh shhh, just let it out, baby. Just fucking nut for Nana. You don't need to speak or worry about a thing. It's okay if it gets all over my boobies and belly, I don't mind at all, dear. You just focus on shooting that big healthy load for me." Cynthia continued her milking handjob as Sam's eruptions of ball gravy further plastered her already cum-covered top, some of the big ropes even shooting over her shoulder to splatter against the back of the couch and the wall behind it. She seemed completely unfazed by it, like she didn't care where he blasted his nut.

Finally the pulsing blasts waned to sputtering spurts, then a slow drooling river of hot clumpy sperm. Cynthia skillfully reduced the intensity of her stroking as her grandson's orgasm waned, making sure not to overstimulate him so as to properly milk out as much of his cum as possible. Once his cum slit was only slowly drooling jism, she switched to lightly rubbing his cock head between her thumb and forefinger, letting his hot clumpy ball custard ooze lazily down the back of her hand and forearm. When it seemed he was finally finished, she squeezed the base of his cock and pulled up the length of it, milking out the last dregs that were trapped in his cum pipe and letting them follow their potential siblings in a slow-moving flow down the back of her hand. Then she let go of Sam's semi-hard cock and let it flop across her thick, spermy, naked thighs with a wet PLARP, splattering some of the gathered cum from her thighs onto her already cum-splattered belly as well as her exposed furry bush.

"There we go! See? Doesn't that feel better? Can't believe you were just gonna let your meat hose of a cock stay all cooped up in your shorts, especially with your huge nuts so backed up with all that clumpy jism." She raised her hand and showed him how much cum was covering it. Big fat ropes of the gelatinous stuff criss-crossed over the back of her hand and forearm, thick cords dangling down from her sperm-slathered fingers. The room reeked of Sam's underage sperm. "See? Look how much ball gravy you brewed up. I don't think I've ever seen someone shoot so much. You really are a virile boy, aren't you?"

Sam looked at his Nana's sperm-blasted hand, then his eyes moved to her cum splattered thighs and belly, lingering on her dark pubes that were now splattered with his dense and copious sperm. He looked at her cum-plastered tits, thick cords of the stuff dangling off those enormous milkers. His gaze moved up further to the fat ropes of his nut clinging to the couch cushion and the wall behind the couch. "Nana, I'm… I'm sorry I got so much everywhere."

"My baby boy, what am I going to do with you? How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing? I already told you there are no rules at Nana's house. Why would you think this would be any different, hmm?"

"Well, cause… mommy always tells me not to… you know… shoot my loads… around other people. And I know she works hard to clean it up when I shoot at home, and I know my… um, you know, my… ball jelly… is really thick and kinda… stinky."

Cynthia reflexively burst into musical laughter, reacting as if what her grandson was saying was just the cutest most absurd thing instead of a very sincere expression of his apprehension about his fat, gooey, pungent loads of boy batter.

"Sam, sweetie, oh my gosh. You really are adorable, you know that? I would never get upset with you for any reason, and especially not just cause you blasted your huge stinky loads all over my big fat titties, or all over the couch cushions." In response to her loving but filthy words, Sam's cock flexed on her thigh and burped up a clumpy slow-flowing extrusion of sperm that oozed down into the valley formed by her pressed together thighs, adding to the sperm already pooling up there and soaking into the fabric of her skimpy panties. "As for the smell…" She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "I fucking love the way it stinks, baby boy."

Sam's eyes grew wide as she told him this. She actually enjoyed it? It was one thing for her to simply tolerate his huge nasty loads, but… she loved the pungent stink of his nut custard? Apparently she could see the confusion on his face, and she shook her head gently and grinned.

"Don't believe me? Here, I'll prove it." She reached down with her already cum-covered hand and scooped up a big, fat, jiggling pile of his ball babies from the cum reservoir formed by the pressed together flesh of her expansive naked thighs. She brought the big heap of his sperm jelly up to her face and, while keeping eye contact with him, flared her nostrils and sucked in a big deep breath with her nose hovering just over the gooey gelatinous mass of his jism. She let out a moan and her eyes fluttered. "Goddamn, baby! Your sperm stinks so fucking good!"

Sam's eyes grew even wider as his Nana lowered her nose so it was actually pressing into the massive pile of his ball pudding, then she sucked in a big, audibly gooey breath through her nose and loudly fucking snorted half of the huge pile of stinking ball jelly up her fucking nose!

SSNNNRRRRFFFRRFFRRRTTT!!

She pulled her face away from her cupped palm, two fat swinging ropes of his incredibly thick pearl jelly hanging out of her nostrils, then she tilted her head back a little and snorted loudly again, completely sucking those jelly worms up her nose. As Sam stared in awe he heard her gulp and watched her throat undulate as she swallowed his fat loads down the back of her sinuses. His Nana had snorted and swallowed his fucking cum load as if it were the most natural thing in the world!

"Hnnhhh FUCK that stinks!" she moaned, her voice noticeably phlegmy with Sam's pearl jam clinging to her throat and vocal cords. She panted for a few moments with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, shuddering a little with the intense pleasure of snorting her grandson's ball babies. She noticed the way Sam was staring at her and she grinned at him. "See? Told ya, baby. I love your sperm stink!"

BLOOORRRPPTT!!

Sam hadn't realized his cock was almost at full mast again and it burped up a big hefty spurt of his piping hot ball jelly all over the inside of his Nana's thighs and all over her already cum-splattered bush.

"Oh my!" she gasped, "Is your big boy raring to go again? My word! Are your huge balls really that productive? You just nutted enough to fill a fucking milk jug and your cock is already burping up more of your stinky sperm jelly?"

"Hnnhhhhh!!" Sam groaned, his cock flexing and standing up, spurting another fat jet of cum onto his Nana's big sperm-splattered tits.

"Well don't keep all those swimmers cooped up in your fat nuts, honey. Here, let Nana milk out some more." As Sam squirmed and moaned, his brain utterly flooded with dopamine, his Nana clapped her cum-covered hand against his shaft, then did the same with her other hand, and started double-fist pumping his slimy sperm-slathered cock.

Shlerk! Shlork! Shlek! Shluk!

The sounds of a spermy cum-lubed handjob filled the living room again as Sam's Nana tugged him off in a way very reminiscent of his doctor's skilled two-handed technique. The characters on the TV had already moved on to a more pedestrian scene without any steamy sex, but Sam was getting his cock milked in a way that was farmore obscene than even the most explicit parts of the sex scene minutes ago. As his Nana jerked him off, Sam lost all sense of time, place, and propriety. His beautiful Nana had a firm grip on the root of his boyhood and her steady skilled strokes were short-circuiting his brain. His mind only had room for one thing, one desire, one goal: to fucking nut! He bit his lip and bucked his hips, pistoning his huge throbbing donkey dick into her slimy sperm-lubed hands.

"Thaaaat's it, baby boy. Just like that. Ooh, such an eager boy! You like fucking Nana's hands, baby? You like me milking you like a fucking breeding stallion? Why didn't you say something when you first got here? I would have milked out your loads first thing if you'd just told me you needed to nut this bad. You gonna shoot another fat nasty load for Nana? You feel those big clumpy wads working up from your bull balls to your fat fucking meat pipe? Ooooh fuck! I can fucking feel your cum tube bulging! And your balls are pulling up tight! You gonna do it, baby? You gonna nut again for Nana? Do it, little man! Fucking blast those fat, nasty, stinky loads of ball gravy for me!"

"NNNNANA!!!" Sam moaned, thrusting his hips up into her hands. Then his cock flexed, his dickhole dilated wide open, and he started pissing a beam of sperm so thick and powerful that it audibly splattered against his Nana's massive tits.

SSHHPPLLOOOORRRRRPPPLLLTTTT!!

"Ooooh fuck YES, baby! Such a hot nut spurt! Keep shooting! Keep nutting for Nana!"

The nasty gooey sounds of a cum-lubed handjob were interspersed with the audible splattering of Sam's powerfully ejected ball loads as he hosed down his Nana's big heavy breasts in his nut jelly.

Shplerk! Shlek! Shlurk! SSSPPPPLLUUUURRRRPPPPPTTT!! Shlork! Shlek! Shlik! FFFPPPPLLLOOORRRPPPTT!!

This went on for what felt to Sam like minutes on end. He lost any ability to keep track of time as his eyes rolled back in his head, he bucked his hips, and his Nana relentlessly milked his sperm-blasting cock. All the while she kept cooing obscene encouragement, eagerly urging him to fire off his loads as hard as possible.

"Fuck yes, baby! So much fucking nut! Oh my god! You're fucking covering my big fat milk jugs! Jesus, I can't even see my fucking mommy milkers with all the cum you're shooting! Oh MY! You like hearing that, huh? You fired off even harder when I said that! Go on, baby boy. Fucking nut all over Nana's big fat udders! Fucking bury my big girls in your nasty smelly jism! God, all I can fucking smell is your fucking sperm stink! I feel like I'm getting drunk off it! How much cum do you even have in those massive gurgling balls of yours?"

Sam was only dimly aware of what she was saying, her words entering his ears, skipping the conscious parts of his brain, and driving right into the primal core of his psyche on its way down into his cock and balls. He could only shudder and moan and buck his hips as he was expertly milked by the loving ministrations of his Nana. Finally his huge cock slowed its spurts until his hooded knob was only just lazily burping up the last clumpy dregs of his latest cum load.

"Gooood boy, let out every drop," Cynthia said softly as she gently caressed his massive knob using his own foreskin. Sam whimpered as another pulse of thick clotted sperm drooled from his winking cum slit.

Panting and sweating and half-asleep, Sam's glassy eyes rolled over to look at his Nana. She was looking down at him and smiling so wide. Actually, no, she wasn't looking down at him really, she was looking down at his long, fat, cum-burping schlong. He followed her gaze and saw her skilled hands sliding up his shaft, all her slender fingers and the full length of his cock absolutely caked with his pungent pearly loads. Her fingers slipped from his cock and he moaned softly as his now flaccid member slapped wetly against her naked thigh, itself completely covered with a thick layer of his jism. Sam's eyes traveled over his Nana's body and he saw that not only were her bare thighs, tiny panties, and hairy bush plastered with fat ropes of his sperm, but her tank top was also positively drenched in his hot clumpy seed! He had literally hosed down her tits with his ball loads to the point that the fabric was soaked all the way through. That meant her wide, dark areolas were fully visible through the now transparent fabric of her tank top, although the density of his cum loads also meant patches of her big puffy nipples were obscured by the thicker wads and cords of jism clinging to the semen-saturated fabric of her tank top.

Cynthia held up both her sperm-coated hands and admired just how much her grandson had blasted over the course of just a few minutes. Her arms looked like she'd dunked them down to her elbows in vats of poorly-mixed glue. She wiggled her fingers and marveled at how fucking thick Sam's ball jelly was! She'd milked a lot of boys over the years and at best their cute little weenies had only spurted a couple jets of thin sweet boy juice. She'd always loved slurping down as many of those yummy squirts of nut nectar as they could feed her, and she'd gotten quite good at milking them out. But this! Her grandson truly was packing a fucking monster of a hog like she'd never seen before! It was a long, floppy, fat, stinky fucking meat hose of an uncut third grader cock. As if it wasn't enough for him to be hung like a goddamn elephant, her sweet baby grandson also fucking gushed literal buckets of cum! Cynthia was in boy-slut size-queen heaven!

"My my my," she said, shaking her head and chuckling. She looked over at Sam as his insanely thick cum lazily oozed down her hands and forearms. Her adorable little man was looking up at her with half-lidded eyes, slack jawed and obviously on the verge of falling asleep. She grinned. "Aww, look at you. You all tuckered out from hosing down my tits with your ball gravy? That's okay, baby boy. You earned a good night's sleep after shooting so much fucking cum. Here, let's get you to bed."

Sam furrowed his brow slightly as his Nana leaned down and picked him up. He was so drained after being milked to a double ejaculation that, while his Nana tenderly carried him up the stairs towards his room, his foggy mind could only barely form one coherent thought: was it strange that his Nana was picking him up with her sperm-covered hands and holding him in her jism-plastered arms to her huge, soft, cum-drenched tits? Shouldn't she have tried to clean herself off? This thought was quickly subsumed by a more primal and wordless thought as his cock woke up to the fact that it was laying across the cum-soaked fabric of her top that only thinly covered her huge breasts while those big Nana milkers wobbled against his schlong with each step she took. Sam whimpered as his cock burped up more clumpy wads of jism onto her jiggling tits, the cum curds barely even detectable amid the massive volume of clotted sperm already covering them. Sam was already nodding off as his Nana carried him into his room and laid him down in his bed. She gently pulled the covers over him, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Seeing how out of it she was, she hesitated only a moment before leaning in and planting another soft lingering kiss on his lips. She blushed and then stood up, biting her lip.

"Good night, my little man," she whispered, "Sleep well and sweet dreams. And in the morning I'll make you a nice yummy breakfast, and then you can feed me a big hot meal as well."

Sam didn't register what his Nana was saying, only the soothing sound of her voice as he drifted off to sleep. A moment later he found himself floating through continuous dreams of his Nana's huge heavy breasts being plastered with his hot spurting cum loads over and over again until every inch of them was covered.

Cynthia closed Sam's door, then went to her own room and closed the door behind her. She lied on her back on her sprawling bed and started shoveling up huge handfuls of Sam's still warm sperm from her tits and belly, shoving them into her mouth and clapping them against her face, smothering her features in his jism and packing her hungry mouth full of the stuff. She moaned as she chewed and swallowed and shoved more handfuls in her mouth, her cunt utterly soaked from the experience of jacking off her hung grandson for the first time. With one hand scooping up and feeding Sam's ball jelly into her mouth, she thrust her other hand into her barely-there panties and started furiously rubbing her clit, smearing plenty of Sam's cum on her pussy and caking up her bush with the thick pungent goo in the process. While chewing on a big mouthful of her grandson's thick clumpy sperm, she brought herself to a gushing orgasm, drenching her panties and hosing down her bed with her musky quim juice. After her orgasmic shuddering slowed and stopped, and after she gave herself a few moments to bask in post-squirt bliss, she started casually scooping up Sam's remaining ball jelly covering her tits, belly, and thighs. She hungrily and noisily devoured every big handful of the stuff until she'd gobbled up almost every single wad of his tangy stinky nut custard.

Sated and happy, Cynthia rolled over onto her side and drifted off to sleep in a sopping puddle of her own juices, with her tank top, belly, thighs, and panties stinking strongly of Sam's voluminous ejaculations. Her dreams were of a similar nature as Sam's, but hers were filled with acts far more lewd and perverse than anything her adorable innocent grandson could even conceive of. She smiled in her sleep as her dreams drifted to teaching him more and more of those debased acts. There was so much for her to show him, and she could hardly wait to wake up in the morning and lead him a little further down the path of pure sexual hedonism.