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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: Mr.Purple357 on October 28, 2021, 02:30:18 am
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Inspired by such things as Granny Charlotte by J. Wilson & B. Rose and Brewed by Amnoartist. Starts with a bit of a setup, hopefully the payoff will be worth it.
3/17/20
I looked at Grandma on my computer. She looked near tears. “Derek, they’ve canceled my flight. I was so looking forward to seeing you and your parents over your spring break.”
“Don’t worry about it, Grams. They’re shutting down my school too. I’m going to be finishing out the semester from home. Hopefully, this’ll all be over by summer and you can visit then.” I felt bad; she lived 1,000 miles away by herself in an apartment in Chicago, but with everything shutting down, she was alone and almost a prisoner.
“I hope so. They’re even saying we shouldn’t go outside. I need my walks or I’m going to get fat.” As she waved her hands over the formless house coat that bulged over her matronly chest and pudgy stomach, I worried that she was already getting too heavy. “Oh, but enough about me. Will you still be able to play football?”
I laughed, “Oh, they’re canceling spring football but that’s no biggie. I’ve got weights and other equipment here I can use to keep in shape. Hey, there’s an idea, I can Zoom you and we can work out some together. I can show you some weight exercises and some core workouts you can do.” I flexed my large arms. “We’ll get some guns on you too.”
She laughed, “Oh my, you’ve become such a big, strong young man. If only I wasn’t 70 years old and your grandma,” she laughed harder. “But I’m way too old for that kind of exercise and I don’t have any weights around.”
“You don’t need any weights. Just grab some soup cans. And don’t worry, you won’t end up with big muscles, you’ll just firm up some.”
“Ohh,” she hesitated but before she could say more, I jumped in.
“We’ll start tomorrow. Wear comfortable clothes you can move around in.” I didn’t want Grams being all alone with nothing to do. It probably wouldn’t last long but it might help her during this mess.
3/18/20
“So bring the weight up and flex your bicep when you reach the top of the motion,” I told her as I curled my 40 lbs weight. Grandma followed by curling her tomato soup can. She was wearing my long dead grandpa’s sweatshirt that loosely draped her top except around her tummy and chest. I’d already put her through a quick core workout with her seated on a chair doing leg lifts to help tighten those abs and strengthen her legs a little. After doing a few more weight exercises, we did some aerobic exercises.
“You can do the aerobics and core exercises every day. I’d do the weights maybe every other day. If the cans feel too heavy or you start getting sore, just use your hands. It’s more important that you’re moving than that you're lifting weights.”
“Derek, I’m never going to be able to keep this straight.”
“Not a problem, I’ve been recording myself doing the workout and I’m going to send it to you. That way if you want to do the workout when I’m not around, you can. But don’t worry, we’ll meet as often as possible so I can help you.”
“Derek, you’re such a good grandson, but I know a handsome hunk like you has all kinds of girls your own age who want to be with you. You don’t want to be hanging around with an old bag like me.”
“Nonsense, Grandma. You’re beautiful.” This was an exaggeration but for a woman of 70, Grams face was only lightly lined with wrinkles. Her hair was full and a lovely shade of silver that draped nicely to her shoulders. For a woman her age, who had never had a facelift or botox injections, she was quite attractive.
3/20/20
“I’m tired, Derek, let’s skip today.” Grandma complained.
I worried I’d pushed her too hard. “It’s ok, Grams. I’ll tell you what, I’ll workout and you just watch. If you feel like joining, go ahead, if not, that’s cool too.” I started in and after about 10 minutes, Grandma stood up and began doing knee raises with me. “You can do that sitting, Grandma,” I reminded her.
“No, it’s fine. Watching you has recharged me.” She did the whole workout and even had me redo the parts she skipped.
3/25/20
Grandma did her bicep curls using the bigger Chunky soup cans.
4/7/20
Grandma switched to quart milk jugs filled with water.
“I think I’m starting to get used to this,” she told me. “It was a real struggle at the start, but now when I don't have to work out, I feel off.”
5/1/20
Grandma asked me to set up a meal plan for her. “I hope I’m not bugging you with too much work?”
“This is what my major is in, Grams. I should thank you. What are your goals, weight loss?”
“No, I’m not that heavy.” I tried not to raise an eyebrow at her still pudgy stomach. “I’d like to get stronger. I was able to open a jar of spaghetti sauce yesterday. Usually, I have to go over and ask a neighbor. I’d like to be strong enough to carry a bag of groceries home without using my little cart.”
“Ok, I’ll put together a meal plan. Maybe we can work in some more weight exercises to go with the aerobics. It’ll make the workouts a little longer though.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve been doing extra sessions in the morning.”
“Wow,” I said, genuinely impressed by her rising enthusiasm. “That’s awesome, just be careful. I don’t want you to pull something.”
5/28/20
“Tada,” Grandma said, waving behind her where a full weight rack of dumbbells now stood against the wall.
“Jeeze, Grandma! Where did you get those? I thought free weights were sold out everywhere?”
“Someone upstairs bought them when the Covid started. Then he never used them. He was happy when I offered to pay him 50% more than what it cost him.”
“That looks like a really nice set, too,” I told her.
“Yeah, it goes from 2.5 lbs to 70 lbs. I’ll probably never use more than the first few but maybe you can use them when you can finally visit.
When we got to biceps, she started with the 2.5 lbs. “Oh, these are way too light,” she giggled, then went to the 5 pounders.
6/2/20
Grandma started doing biceps with the 10 pounders. She also held them in her hands as she did her squats. She tried to use them for shoulder presses, but had to switch back to 7.5 lbs.
“Hey, don’t push it. You can hurt yourself. I’m amazed at how much weight you're doing. 15 lbs is a lot!” This wasn’t a lie, a 70 year old woman lifting 15 lbs overhead was really impressive.
“My girlfriend usually only uses the 10s,” I added.
She nodded, “You’re right, Derek, but I really want to do this. Can you give me some more weight exercises so I can get stronger?”
“Of course.”
6/15/20
Grandma presses the 10 pounders overhead.
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Heya, good to know that some of my writing inspired you to start writing this story, I like what I see so far, I hope Grandma Anne can get huge and strong and sexy! K+!
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No problem. I hope I do it justice.
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Love this. Go Granma 💪
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This was a great first part. Well done. I have a feeling that the grandson will find himself 'out-hunked' by Ann very soon. I also like that Ann, despite being 70, looks more mature than 'old'. Her silver (but thick and healthy)hair and sligth wrinkles show that she isn't the youngest, but she doesnt look like the old, frail, heavily wrinkeld grandmothe stereotype, which makes her transformation into a musclebound she-hunk more believable, in my opinion. But personal preferences aside, I'm looking forward tot the next chapter of Ann's growth. I'm interested to see where the story goes next. Again, great work.
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gotta love a story with superstrong elderly woman in it.thanks for this and keep up the good work
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live reading older women with muscle hope grandma gets jacked
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7/8/20
“So, have they canceled football down there?” Grandma asked.
I laughed. “Grams, we’re SEC, we’d play if the Bubonic Plague were sweeping the country.”
We started with squats. When she picked up the 25’s I said, “Whoa, whoa, are you sure?”
“Yes, Dear. I started working out every day. I tried these yesterday and it was tough but I could do it.” She then proceeded to squat down til her thighs were perpendicular to the ground. Then as she stood, to my shock, she pushed the 25’s over her head. I hadn’t told her to combine these, she was just doing it.
She was breathing hard and sweat was pouring down her face but she got through 3 sets of ten.
Later, she tried to use the same weight for bicep curls, but she began to fling her shoulders so I made her back off to 20’s. She pouted for a moment, but then she used the 20’s with great form.
I stared as she did, barely focusing on my own workout. This was a lot of weight even for a younger woman, wasn’t it? Heck, there were plenty of guys who couldn’t do 20 lbs bicep curls. It was making me feel weird in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t place why though.
“What’s the deal, Grandma? I thought you just wanted to be able to carry a grocery bag? I bet you could carry an armload of groceries now.”
She nodded and smiled at me excitedly. “Yes, but I found something that’s really motivating me. Look.” She held a flyer up to her webcam. It read The Chicago 53rd Annual Bodybuilding Expo, 8/29/20.
“They have an over 60 class and I thought I’d enter in the Figure category. What do you think? I know I’ll probably be older than most of them but I don’t really care if I win.”
“It sounds great.” And it did, this was a great goal for her to work towards. I knew she was probably stronger than most of the women she’d be competing about, “But, Grandma, these contests aren’t really about raw strength. It’s more about muscle definition and posing.”
“Oh, I know. I’ve started working on my routine.” She got up and started dancing around the room. She flexed her biceps, then her triceps. She crouched down low and leapt up, stood on one leg and stretched out her arms in one direction with the other leg going behind her. They were really impressive movements for a woman her age. There was just one problem: SHE WAS STILL WEARING GRANDPA’S SWEATSUIT.
“Uhm, Grandma,” I said, trying to sound patient, “you know, they don’t wear baggie sweat suits, they wear swimsuits or shorts and a sports bra? I mean, we have to be able to see your muscles.”
“Derek, I’m not that unhip. I know that. I just don’t have anything else to wear right now. I was going to order something. But I am getting some muscle definition. Look.” She pulled one arm out from her sleeve and flexed it. I stared and leaned in close to my screen. She was right. She had a nicely defined little bicep about the size of an egg cut down the middle lengthwise. I could see a little of that old lady flab on her underarm, but when she extended her forearm to flex her tricep, it disappeared as her tricep bulged outward. The rest of her arm was pretty toned too, even her forearms showed some definition.
She started flexing her bicep again and squeezing it. I felt my breathing quicken and my pulse rise as she did. What was wrong with me? “See, it’s not that big, but it’s pretty hard. She slapped it with her fist and it held firm.
“Yeahhh,” I kind of stuttered, “That is really nice.” She shoved her arm back into the suit. Damn, why didn’t I turn on my screen recorder, I thought? Wait, why would I want to record Grams bicep flex?
“I definitely think you should enter, Grams. I’ll adjust your workout. Instead of doing whole body weight workouts, we’ll switch to focusing on specific areas, back and shoulders one day, arms the next, and so on.” I also was going to increase her ab work. Her tummy still looked puffy under that sweatsuit and nothing would hurt her in that kind of contest more than a flabby middle.
“I saw an ad in this flyer for supplemen…”
“No,” I interrupted her. “Do not buy anything those people sell. I’ll send you protein and fish oil supplements and maybe a carb booster. You don’t need anything else for this kind of competition and at your age, a lot of that stuff, even the legal stuff isn’t good for you.”
About an hour after she left, my on again/off again girlfriend, Stacy, came over. She’s a pretty blond with large DD breasts who was the head cheerleader while I was the QB at our high school. We kinda ended up together for shallow reasons; she wanted to be with the BMOC and I wanted to be with a hot girl with big tits. In reality, I don’t think either of us liked the other that much and we kinda fell out of contact when we went to separate colleges. But since we were both at home again, we’d decided to get back together at least for now.
I led her down into the basement. My well equipped gym was in one room. She was still a cheerleader and I knew she worked out regularly. I picked up the 20’s and handed them to her. “Can you try to do some bicep curls with these?”
She gave me her annoyed look, “I just showered and you want to make me sweat.” Well now or very soon since I want to fuck you later, I thought, but refrained from saying that.
“Please, it’s for a school project on how strong a physically fit woman is.” I lied.
“Fine,” she did one curl with the right arm, then could barely fling up the left. She dropped to 15’s which she could do with poor form. Her arms looked toned but I barely saw the slightest bit of a bulge on her biceps.
When I asked her to do a shoulder press with 25s, she could get one up at a time a couple of times, but she couldn’t press both up at the same time the way Grandma had for 3 sets of 10.
“Satisfied? I mean you are asking way too much. Only the she-men on the women’s crew team work out with those kinds of weights.” (Did I mention Stacy can be a bitch)? “And now, I’m sweaty.”
“It looks good on you,” I said, pulling her toward me. My penis was rapidly hardening as I realized what I’d been feeling before as I’d watched Grams lift those surprisingly heavy weights and flex her hard little bicep. I’d been turned on. And now that I’d just found out my 70 year old grandmother was not only stronger than my supposedly in shape 20 year girlfriend but that she was way stronger, I was even more turned on.
I started to run my hands over Stacy’s big tits and leaned in for a kiss. “Ugh, no stop. I didn’t come over for that.” (Did I mention Stacy can also be frigid)?
“C’mon Stace. We haven’t seen each other in a while. I want you bad.” I told her. Actually, I wanted to cum. The thought of Grandma being stronger than most women 50 years younger was making my dick throb.
She stepped back. “Tough, I’m just not in the mood to be crushed by your muscle bound body while you shove that massive sausage in and out of me.” Then why do you want a boyfriend with a muscle bound body and a massive sausage? I was about to tell her I was tired so I could go to my bedroom and jerk off in peace when she said “Fine, I’ll give you a handjob.”
She reached into my pants and pulled out my rod. She began to disinterestedly stroke it up and down. As turned on as I was, this was killing my mood. I’d almost be better off using my own hand. Then as I looked at Stacy’s arm, my mind imagined an older arm with an egg shaped bicep pulling my dick. My erection surged back up. Unbidden, I visualized Grandma’s face superimposed over Stacy’s. Horrified, but hugely turned on, my penis swelled up and I was about to cum.
“That’s a boy,” Stacy mumbled. I looked to see her using her free hand to flip thru her IG profile. Dammit, she was going to ruin a powerful orgasm. Again, unbidden, I imagined Grandma’s much stronger arm slapping that cellphone out of Stacy’s scrawny arm.
“Ahh,” I moaned as a powerful blast of cum shot from my penis. I heard a loud shriek and looked up to see that it had landed right on Stacy’s nose. The second blast came down right in her wide open mouth. She gagged as more blasts peppered her tits. I should have felt bad but I had to admit I enjoyed it. (I’d jerk off a few times to the memory of blasting my cum all over her face).
“You fucking jerk,” she shouted, wiping my jizz off her face.
“Hey, you were holding my dick. I think you’re responsible for aiming.” Maybe next time don’t be looking at your phone, I thought.
“I didn’t think you’d go off like a fucking firehose.”
I shrugged, “What can I say, I was backed up.”
She stormed out minutes later. I wasn’t too bothered. Instead, I was thinking of how I could talk Grandma into wearing something other than those damn sweats. As sick and twisted as it might have been, I really wanted to see more of Grams body.
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Another awesome part. Anne has just started her transformation and is already planning to compete in a bodybuilding competition? She sure is very motivated to become bigger and stronger. I can't wait to see how much Anne can grow.
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This grandma seems to have a lot of potential in her. I'm looking forward not only the competition, but also how far she'll go. Very nice start so far.
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7/9/20
“Grandma, don’t you think you’d be more comfortable wearing something a little lighter? Maybe a t-shirt and shorts.” There’s just no good way to tell your Grandma you want her to show a little more skin.
“Oh, no, this is very comfortable.”
“But you must be getting hot.”
“No, actually, they’ve really cranked the AC in the building. I get cold so easily. Don’t forget I’m 70.” Curses, foiled again. I gave it up for now.
7/16/20
Grandma picked up the 25s for bicep curls. “Grandma …” I began.
“No, look, I can do it.” She started curling it with perfect form. “See.” She turned so I could see from the side. I leaned forward, her arm was beginning to get a little tight in grandpa’s sweatshirt. I could almost see the outline of her arm muscle. I felt a little flush, even this little tease was exciting me.
7/18/20
“The protein powder and carb supplement is helping me put on a little more muscle mass I think,” she told me.
“Awesome,” I said. It’d be even awesomer if I could see some of that muscle.
She picked up the 40’s for squats. Whoa, that was 10 more pounds than last time. She squatted down to her where her butt almost touched the floor. She stood back up. She repeated it. “Wow, Grandma, that’s really good.”
“Thank you, dear. I have to confess. I’ve been doing a few extra workouts. I know I probably shouldn’t but I’m really excited about my progress.”
“As long as you're not getting sore. I don’t want you to get injured.” She repeated the move. I felt my pulse start to rise as I watched. Grandpa had gotten pretty fat toward the end, but like most men, that weight was mostly up top. His sweatpants were smaller and they were now tight around grandma’s legs. On each up move, I could see her quads clearly defined and on the downs, I could see her glutes pushing out from the side.
I hesitated for a moment, feeling like a creep, but my rising lust took control and I turned on the screen recorder.
“Grandma, could you turn around so I can check your form from behind,” I said, feeling both brilliant and slimy at the same time.
“Yes, dear. Thank you so much for all the help you’re giving me.” She turned her butt to me and squatted, her gluts stretched those pants to the fullest. I felt the blood begin flowing to my penis.
She stood up. When she did, I said, “Flex your glutes when you stand.” She did and her powerful ass muscles flexed in and upward. I could see the clear outline of her ass as she did. Then she went back down again. She repeated this again and again with 40s in each hand. When she finished the set, she started pushing the 40’s over her head.
“I know, I know,” she said over her shoulder, “I’m not supposed to be doing these now but I feel fine. Plus this is more than half my body weight. Being able to lift half your body weight’s pretty good, right?”
No, being able to deadlift half your body weight to your waist was pretty good. Pressing it overhead was amazing, “It’s amazing, Grandma. I see guys in the gym who can’t lift that much overhead nevermind half their body weight.” My cock was at full mast. I resisted the urge to start rubbing it.
When I got off the call, I paced the room for 10 minutes, then I went and took a shower, then I paced some more. Finally, I said, screw it. I sat down in front of the screen and turned on the replay.
As she started squatting, my cock began getting hard. Unable to resist I began to stroke it through my shorts. I was soon rock hard. As she started doing the shoulder presses, I realized her top was now tight enough that I could clearly see her trapezius muscles bulging upward.
“Aggh,” I moaned out loud. Damn, a load of cum blasted from my cock before I could shove a tissue down over my penis. As I tried ineffectually to get a tissue, my cum started going everywhere. Finally, I gave up and kept watching Grandma so I could enjoy the best orgasm I’d ever had.
It was the first time I’d jerked off watching Grandma, and as guilty as it made me feel, I knew it wouldn’t be the last.
7/25/20
I’d finally figured out a way to get Grams to wear less clothing. When we started our call, I said, “Grams, I think we need to start looking at your muscle definition more to see where you can improve, so I know you like the sweats but …” I paused, Grandma was looking like she was about to cry. “Grandma, what’s wrong?” Was she sick, had she gotten Covid? Oh, God, not that.
“They cancelled the show,” she sobbed. “I’ve been working so hard for it and now it’s cancelled.”
I can’t say I was surprised. I was shocked they’d even tried to hold one. “It’s ok, Grams, eventually there’ll be a Vax and you can do it then.”
“They cancelled it until next year! I was so looking forward to it. Derek, I don’t know if I’m in the mood to workout today.” She looked down so sadly.
“Grandma, look at me,” I said. “Grandma, look at me,” I said again more sternly. She did as I asked. “You didn’t do this for some silly competition. You did this to get stronger and healthier, right?” She finally nodded. “And look how much you’ve accomplished. You’re already stronger than a lot of men half your age. Don’t you want to see how much further you can take this? I sure know I do.” God, did I.
“Derek, you’re right. My, you’re so wise for such a young man.”
“I had a great teacher.” Her face turned a bright red as she smiled. And then I got a brilliant idea. A brilliant, evil idea.
“Hey, how about this? I know people at my school who are involved in the fitness business. I’ll find out from them how these things are judged and you’ll do your routine for me. I’ll grade you and tell you what you can do to improve for a real contest.”
Her face lit up. “Oh, Derek, that’s a wonderful idea!”
“Great, now like I was saying, if you’d wear something else, we can check what body parts need…”
“No, no, no,” she interrupted. “If you’re going to judge me for real, you can’t see me in advance. That wouldn’t be right. I want this to be like a real competition.”
My mouth just opened and closed, opened and closed. I was so stunned by this insane logic I couldn’t think of a reply. “But, but, but …” I finally tried to argue.
“Don’t worry, you’ll see my routine in a month.” A MONTH! I couldn’t wait a month to see her pose. Then I had another brilliant idea.
“Uhm, I’ve got football practice starting early next month and then classes.” This was mostly true but I could certainly find the time to watch Grams routine even if I were back in class. “Why don’t we do it next week instead?”
“Oh, no, that’s much too soon. I still need a suit and I need to practice my routine more. And I hope to be curling 30’s before then too.” Curling thirty lbs? My penis hardened just at the thought.
We finally agreed on 2 weeks. Just two weeks and I 'd finally get to see Grandma posing!
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Like what I see here a lot, Grandma Anne is definitely getting stronger, and I'm guessing her 70 yo body is getting much firmer and more muscular, we will see how far she goes, but this is getting good! Keep up the great work! k+!
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I agree with the above comment. Great work.
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8/8/20
I was practically trembling as I started my call with Grandma. I’d waited so long to see her muscles not hidden behind old sweats. My penis was already half erect.
“I’m sorry Derek, I can’t do my routine for you.” I tried to hide my disappointment. Damn, this was murderous. After all this waiting and anticipation to be denied yet again. I could barely take it.
“Why not, Grandma. Are you ok?” Had she pushed herself too hard. I’d feel terrible if she’d hurt herself.
“I’m fine. It’s just that the bikini I ordered is way too tight. I’ll fall right out of it.” A bikini? I hadn’t thought she’d go that far. The thought of seeing Grandma in a bikini made me start to gasp for air. My penis became fully erect. At least this wasn’t the show stopper I’d thought it might be.
I chuckled, “Well just wear shorts, then.”
“It’s not the shorts, it’s the top. I ordered them too small.”
I suppressed a slight moan. I liked big breasts, that’s why I’d put up with Stacy. I could tell Grams were pretty large. Were they bigger than I’d thought? “Don’t you know your size?” I asked.
She shook her head, “No, I’ve always been large chested, but the woman down the hall is a seamstress and she custom made me a bunch of bras years ago. I’ve been wearing those ever since. I ordered the largest size swim top in the senior ladies catalog, a double F.
“A dddd dou dou double F,” I stuttered. I adjusted my underwear as my penis dug painfully into it.
“Yes, way too small. I need something much bigger.”
I thought quickly. “Grandma, there’re charts online for figuring this out. Why don’t you put the top on, get a measuring tape and we’ll figure out what you need. I’m sure I can order you the right size online.” Please God, let me see her in this suit.
“Are you sure? I’ll be showing a lot of skin. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“It’s fine, you’re my grandmother. We’re just going to find you the right size posing suit.” I hit the screen record app on my computer. I’d given up any pretense that I wouldn’t be jacking off to this later. I felt my pulse increase and I leaned toward the screen to see better.
“Ok, I have it on underneath my sweatshirt.” She peeled it up over her head. I gasped. I’d been so wrong about my Grandma. I’d thought she had a pudgy tummy and large breasts, but that wasn’t it at all. She had a flat tummy and HUMONGOUS breasts that had been pushing her sweatshirt out over her stomach.
They were the largest set of natural tits I’d ever seen. The double F top barely covered a quarter of each. I could see her large areola peaking out on one side. Her nipples stretched out the thin fabric leaving thumb sized bullet impressions. “See, this thing would fly off the moment I started walking around.”
My penis began to twitch. I quietly pulled down my sweats to let it point straight toward the ceiling. My heart was now pounding in my chest. I struggled to breathe without gasping. I felt like I was running a marathon. Finally, I got myself under control and forced a bland expression on my face.
“I thought they’d get smaller as I lost weight, but as my pec muscles grew, I think they’re actually bigger.” She flexed her pecs which bulged outward and pulled the huge mass of tit meat higher up on her chest. I could now see her abs beneath them and all that core workout had really helped because she had the start of a six pack forming. She flexed and relaxed her pecs several times causing those tits to jiggle wildly and the double F top to strain to the point of breaking.
Precum began bubbling out of my penis which was harder and bigger than I’d ever seen it. Ugh, it was so hard it almost hurt. “Let’s try these measurements,” I said, trying to keep my voice under control. “First under the bust.”
“Should I flex my lats and pecs while I do?”
“If it’ll change the number, yeah, probably.” I replied, hoping that was correct. But how much bigger could that make it?
I moved slightly off camera to keep her from seeing me gasp again as her lats and pecs swelled impressively. She wasn’t a female bodybuilder but she was a lot closer to the Physique level of muscle than I’d imagined. My cock twitched. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing it and whacking myself off right there. A steady drip of precum was rolling down the shaft to puddle up on my seat.
She took the measurement then she flexed again to get the over the bust measurement. Her tits swelled up even bigger. I could swear they were going to pop free of that puny double F top. I leaned forward, willing them to come out. I felt dampness on my chest and realized a stream of drool had fallen from my mouth onto it.
I looked at the table of cup sizes. I shuddered. “Grandma, it says you need a double N cup!” My leg muscles started twitching and I felt myself begin to vibrate. Oh, God, I realized, I was going to cum right here in front of Grandma even though I hadn’t touched myself at all.
“Wow, that’s way bigger than I would have thought. Good thing we did this.” She leaned back a little and stretched her arm above her head to stretch out. I hadn’t noticed them before but her biceps had grown much larger since she’d last flexed. I felt my hips thrust up involuntarily as the start of a mighty orgasm began to rocket through me. I tried to move to the side, to do anything so Grandma didn’t see my cum flying everywhere, but I was frozen in place. The only muscles I could move were the bulbocavernous muscles that were pushing that first blast outward. This was a nightmare! My family would disown me. Grandma would never speak to me again.
Then a miracle happened, that little double F top ripped across the front. Grandma’s huge, fat nipples and saucer sized areola came fully into view as the top shot away from the massive pressure of her mighty chest upon it. She screeched and desperately started covering herself as my first blast of cum shot upward way past my webcam. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry,” she cried, turning away embarrassed as the second blast followed even bigger than the first. I got an excellent shot of her now golf ball sized biceps as she did, which inspired another big blast. I finally got enough control to push the webcam in another direction.
“Don’t worry, Grandma. I looked away. Take your time getting dressed,” I told her thru gritted teeth. She’d now turned completely around and was pulling the sweatshirt back on, giving me a great look at her nicely defined back and shoulder muscles along with the sides of her massive boobs that wobbled around as she did. I could finally really enjoy the strongest orgasm of my life as yet more cum flew upward. Finally, it was over just as she got herself resettled.
I pulled myself back on screen and smiled as if nothing had happened and as if my desk, monitor, and seat weren’t covered in cum. “I’ll order you a real, posing suit in the right size and then you can show me your routine.” God, I was going to order it express delivery too. I couldn't wait to see her really pose for me.
At least I’d recorded this. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched it in slow motion as every muscle flexed and those mighty breasts with their huge nipples bounced across my screen.
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Really nice, I obviously am into muscle, but in truth, I'm also a bit of a boob guy too, especially when it comes to older ladies, I'm glad that her working out hasn't decreased her chest size, in fact, it seemed to have increased it, much like your grandson character, that turns me on a lot. Perhaps if she continues to work out, her breasts will be lifted up and she might not need bras as much, because first of all, her back and chest will be strong, so her boobs won't sag. But yeah, I am enjoying this story a lot. Keep up the great work! k+!
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Thank you Jeremy. I'm with you. I like woman with big natural breasts and strong defined muscles, a combination that sadly doesn't seem to exist in the real world.
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Awesome.
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Not bad writing. Keep it up, don't forget to keep your own pace.
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Holy cow! I just started following your story and I love it! The innocence of the grandmother against the guile of the grandson is fun and certainly touches a lot of my bases. I cannot imagine my grandmother in any similar fashion but I can certainly imagine my activity while confronted with his grandmother. K+!
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Thank you for saying that. In a lot of these stories, the woman seem to turn into super dominatrixs as they grow stronger. I'm really trying to keep grandma very grandmotherly no matter what happens.
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8/15/20
“I thought you were just sending me a bikini, Derek?”
“Well, I thought there were a few other things that might be useful,” I replied.
“A new webcam?”
“Yeah, a real hi-def one. I can see you much better. I’ll be able to evaluate you almost as well as if I were there.” Especially with the remote zoom feature the cam had.
“And these workout clothes?” Sports bras and form fitting lycra shorts.
“I’m telling you, Grams, these’ll be a lot easier for you to work out in than those sweats.”
“But you must have spent so much money.”
I waved my hand across the screen, “They give football players stipends now. I’m at home and have nothing I need to spend it on.”
“You’re too generous to me.”
I blushed, partly out of guilt, because let’s face it, all these things were really gifts for me. Including the new 36” hi-def monitor I was watching her on.
“Ok, give me a few minutes to get the suit on and setup my music.”
“Sure thing.” That gave me time to go through my checklist, because I knew there was no way I wouldn’t be jerking off while she was posing and I didn’t want any near disasters like last time.
My microphone off - check, tissues at hand - check, extra box of tissues at the ready - check, pants down - check, blur set on my webcam so on the off chance Grams looked at me during her posing, she wouldn’t see me making faces of ecstasy - check, water for hydration - check.
Ok show time. My penis was already more than ready, it was rock hard and precum was already leaking.
Grandma’s music started. I almost laughed, it was Helen Reddy’s I Am Woman Hear Me Roar. Man, we’d have to work on finding her something less than 50 years old.
She stepped into view. “Oh, shit, oh shit!” I screamed.
My plan had been to start leisurely pulling my pud as Grandma started her routine, picking up the pace as she continued, and then have a magnificent orgasm just as she finished.
Instead, she walked out and hit a double bicep pose. Her now lemon sized biceps were much bigger and more ripped than I expected. Her shoulders were also peaked and impressively proportioned. As she did this, she flashed a brilliant 100 megawatt smile across her aged but lovely face.
I’d been waiting for this for so long and it was way better than I’d expected. Every muscle in my own body contracted and a huge blast of sperm shot from my penis so fast I once again didn’t have my tissues ready.
Fuck it. I’ll clean the mess later. I started stroking my rod as she turned and hit the same pose from the rear. I was just as good and I could see her well toned back. Then she stood on tiptoes to really emphasize her calves and her powerful butt which the bikini bottoms struggled to contain.
She spun again so I could see her big quads which she extended one at a time. By this time my orgasm had died down but I stayed rock hard and could already feel another coming.
I changed my mind about Grandma’s music too. It started really working for me. When Helen sang, “I am strong,” Grandma turned to her right with her right bicep flexed at shoulder height and her fist pointing skyward while her left bicep flexed at her side and her huge breasts puffed up in profile rising higher on her chest as she flexed her pecs.
I thought it couldn’t get better but then Helen sang, “I am invincible!” and Grandma faced forward with her legs spread slightly apart and her fists on her waist. She thrust her mighty chest outward, her breasts pushed so hard against that huge bikini top, I could see it strain to hold her in. They rose so high up I had a clear view of her abs which she tightened. All that extra ab work I’d given her because I’d stupidly thought she was pudgy paid off as a clearly defined 6 pack formed. Then, still flexing all that, she flexed her quads which swelled outward. All she needed was a cape and she’d look like a superhero.
My next orgasm began as another shot of cum flung out as powerful as the first.
It couldn’t get better, could it? Yes, it could. A while back I’d shown Grandma an IG video of a woman doing a pistol squat (a one legged squat). I never thought Grams could actually do it. I was wrong, she did it and did it way better. As Helen closed with, “I am womannn,” Grandma lifted her left leg high in the air until it pushed into her tit. Then she slowly squatted on her right leg lowering the left as she did to keep her balance. Once her butt was almost to the floor, she swept the left leg to the side, bringing her toes to the floor and pushing her crotch forward. While holding that pose, she did another double bicep flex.
I don’t know if my second orgasm was just continuing or I had my third orgasm in 3 minutes but as she struck that pose my next cum blast was much bigger than the previous one.
Grandma stood up, waved to the audience (me) and ran off screen. I immediately turned my mic on and turned the blur off my cam. I started applauding and yelling “Bravo, bravo, encore, encore,” partly because she really deserved it and partly because it was the only thing I could do while my massive orgasm died down. My body felt like it’d run 10 miles. My legs and butt were trembling from all the thrusting and flexing they’d done.
Grandma reappeared on screen. “How was that?”
“Incredible! You’re in much better shape than I thought. How did you pull off that squat?”
“Oh, I kept practicing since you showed me and then I realized it would work great in my routine.” Grandma began to wipe at the sweat running down her massive cleavage with a towel. It was nearly impossible to keep looking up at my webcam. “You don’t think my music was too old fashioned?”
“It was perfect for you!” I exclaimed. She raised one arm and started wiping the sweat from her bicep which still bulged even unflexed. I almost stuck my tongue out as I imagined licking it off for her. Damn, I was getting hard again. I gulped down some water.
She noticed me looking and said, “Do you think I have too much old lady underarm flab?” She flexed and rubbed at her rock solid underarm. I kept from shuddering and began stroking my overworked penis again. She had that slightly wrinkly old person skin but otherwise any flab she’d had was long gone.
“Grandma, you’re imagining things. That arm is awesome.”
“Thank you, do you have any grades for me?” Damn, the whole evaluating thing I was supposed to be doing.
“Yes.” I shuffled some papers on the side of my desk. “I need to fill it all out.” I thought quickly, “I do have a few comments I can give you now. We need to get you some spray tan to show you off better.” Grandma had a few old age spots on her skin but the fact that she’d apparently never exposed her skin to the slightest bit of sun had kept it wonderfully clear. Still, she was way too pale for real competition. “Oh, and I think you’re too big for Figure. You should be in Physique.”
She flexed her bicep again, this time really hard. I coughed to stifle my groan as I got to see it really close. “You think I’m too big?”
“NO! I mean, no. You just should compete in Physique instead. I think your routine will actually work better too. You’re showing a lot of muscle.” So much muscle. “Let me review it all and give you my notes.”
“Great. This was wonderful. Thank you so much. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Wait,” I didn’t want to get greedy but I was almost ready to shoot again and there was something I really wanted to see her do again, so I asked, “Could you show me a couple of those pistol squats?”
“Of course,” she said. She did 5 sets on her left leg holding her right leg outward for balance. Her powerful quads bulged outward each time she thrust upward. I couldn’t believe she could do this. I’d seen fitness women on IG do a few of these, but I swear they weren’t going as deep or as smoothly as Grams was. I knew I couldn’t do even one of these things.
She switched to her right leg and did another 5. Then she swept her left leg out to the side, thrusting out her crotch and doing a double bicep flex just as she ended her earlier routine. As she held the pose, she wiggled one thumb downward, blushed bright red, then said, “I had to shave,” her voice dropped, “down there for this.” Oh, God damn!
I had another huge orgasm, my third, or was it fourth, in less than 15 minutes. At least this time, I’d gotten my tissues in place.
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Another really good chapter, Granny Anne seems to have taken to bodybuilding and exercising quite well to be able to do pistol squats with such seeming ease. As for your assertion that she should remain innocent, I hope that doesn't last, even though she's past menopause, I'm sure her body becoming stronger and younger may have gotten her hormones working again, and I'm also sure she will find out that her grandson finds her new body orgasmic, I hope she doesn't take things in a bad way when she does. k+!
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She seems like a natural talent at bodybuilding. I love how amazing and hot she is, without even realizing it herself. That boy sure has it rough. Really loving this so far.
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Fantastic story! I can't wait to see how much bigger she gets. And indeed, if she does find out about her grandson's attraction, how she will react.
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K+ I hope that grandson puts work into fis own body. Prefer to see an equal muscle relationship
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Karma + , This story is awesome, well written can’t wait for more…hopefully she starts to realise she is sexy aswell, more of those massive tits / pecs
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The description of Anne's posing routine was amazing. I agree with the other comments, it seems inevitable Anne will eventually pick up on her grandson's musclelust. That final comment about shaving 'down there' doesn't sound like something a grandmother normally would say to her grandchild. I can't wait to see where this fantastic story goes next. Great work!
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We hope that the grandmother continues to grow and define her muscles without realizing it, reaching the level of a semi-professional bodybuilder
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RGreat story, really hoping to see it continue and Grandma growing
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8/27/20
I’d been back to school for a couple of weeks for football camps and classes. I’d only been able to chat with Grandma briefly on the phone. I’d come back home for one final weekend before games started. I was looking forward to what might be my last workout with her for a while.
A little before our session, I heard the doorbell ring. It was Stacy. “Hi, Derrick,” she began. “I missed you.” I shrugged noncommittally and didn’t invite her in.
She thrust out her tits and said. “Can I come in?” She leaned forward and added, “I’ll let you fuck me.”
I looked back at her. I remembered thinking those DD tits were so large once. Compared to Grams’ magnificent mounds, they looked puny. I didn’t even think they stood up as firmly as Grams now were. Her body, which used to look tight, seemed scrawny and weak. Most people would say Stacy was prettier than Grandma since she was 50 years younger. But Gram’s face turned me on way more. I think it was the contrast between her kindly, old lady looks and her powerful, hot body. I found it overpoweringly erotic. I expect most people wouldn’t understand, but maybe the people reading this will.
“Sorry, Stacy, I’ve got a meeting with my Grandma I need to get to.” I started to close the door.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said you could fuck me!”
“Yeah, I heard. Not interested, Bye.”
I closed the door. I walked off with her screaming, “You’d rather hang out with some old bag than fuck me?” Hell, yes.
The moment I began the call with Grandma, I realized how good a choice I’d made. Grams stood up in front of the monitor wearing one of the lycra outfits I’d sent her. She was sweating hard, her huge breasts heaving against the lycra top that could barely contain them. Tons of creamy white cleavage bulged out each time she breathed in. Her arms and shoulders already looked pumped. I felt my penis once again bulge instantly to fill my own shorts. I had to be a little careful, if she made me cum mid workout, there’d be no way to hide it from her.
“What have you been doing, Grandma?” I said.
“I’m sorry, Derek. I’ve increased my workout lengths so I started a little early. I was just finishing my bicep curls.” Oh, awesome, plus I had an excuse to just sit and watch.
“Go ahead, Grandma. I can wait.” I sat down in front of the screen, grabbed a huge wad of tissues, and shoved them inside my pants. She picked up the weights, “Fu…” I started to say aloud but managed to squelch myself. She had 40’s in her hands. No! No way! For my own workouts, I’d do my first set of bicep curls with 40’s before going up to 50s. There was no way she could be that close to me in arm strength.
She started curling them as smoothly as you could ask for. Her shoulders and back stayed rigidly in place. Her biceps bulged huge with each curl. She must have added an inch in size since she’d posed for me. The only other things that moved were those huge tits that kept heaving up and down. I felt my cum shoot into the tissues but I could barely enjoy it, I was in such a state of shock.
She finished and walked back over. “Derek, you were so right about these workout clothes.” She rubbed her hands over the lycra bra, causing her tits to shimmy. “I can work out so much harder now that I’m not buried in those sweats. I wish I’d listened to you sooner.” I gulped as she adjusted the top making her breasts jiggle more. I could see the clear outline of her huge nipples in the sweat covered thing.
We went through the normal workout. For each exercise, she’d upped her weight by 5 or 10 pounds. I showed her some new exercises to try now that I’d be unable to work with her as often. We were about to wrap up when I got another one of my brilliant, evil ideas.
“Grandma, turn your coffee table to face me and put your yoga mat over it. Ok, put your left knee and your left hand on the table. Then pull up your weight with your right hand to shoulder height.” Grandma got in position for the dumbbell row. As she bent over, the weight of her massive breasts was too much for the lycra top and exposed a gigantic amount of jiggling tit flesh to me. I silently congratulated myself on my genius. Little did I know how well it would work.
As she began to pull the weight up, her pecs tightened and pulled those breasts back up toward her chest and apart, leaving a gap between them. When she lowered the weight, her breasts dropped back down, slapping together as the gap collapsed. Again and again, breast up, breasts slapping together. I had a vision of sticking my dick between them and having them slam up and down along it. Even though I was working out myself, I started jizzing in my shorts again. I had to take a break, but fortunately she had her head down and didn’t notice.
When she looked up, I pulled the weight up once and said, “Ten, good set.”
“This is a nice exercise, but these are way too light,” she said, putting the 40 back and grabbing a 50. I gasped and was about to say something when she began pulling the weight smoothly up and down. The power of those breasts slaps increased.
She stopped midway thru the set. “Are you all right?” I asked, worried she’d pulled something.
“No, it’s still too light.” She went back to the weight rack, looked at it for a moment, shrugged, then grabbed her heaviest weight, the 70.
“No …” I began.
“Shush, Dear. Let me try it.” She got into position and with a mighty pull, lifted the weight to her shoulder. Her biceps flared even bigger and her shoulders bulged. I almost wished she were now turned to the side so I could see them better.
Not that this was a bad view, her tits thrusting up and down were powering that lycra so hard, her areola were beginning to pop out. I didn’t even pretend to try and workout, I just stared at her, though my breathing was at least as hard as if I were pumping the weights. How could she be so powerful?
After we ended the call, and after I cleaned myself up after yet another gigantic orgasm, I went over to my own weight rack and picked up the 70. I started doing rows with it. I did a set of 10, but I can’t say I did it any better than Grandma. I certainly couldn’t have done any more weight.
Was it possible that Grandma could get stronger than me?
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Granny is definitely bulking up nicely. Still loving how ignorant she seems about how she's too damn strong for a grandma. As steadily she seems to handle those weights, I wonder how much still in the reserve? I'm looking forward for more.
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Love the idea of her being as strong as a college football player in just 5 months of work.
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10/7/20
Things had been really hectic for me between school and football. I was in the football players' spacious break room pretty late eating a sandwich and typing a last minute paper on my laptop when I got a call request from Grams through Facebook. I popped up the video chat.
“Hey, Grandma, how are you doing?”
“Really well. I wanted to congratulate you. I saw you on TV, I’m so proud.”
We’d been down 21 on Saturday to A&M in the 3rd quarter. The starting QB had just thrown his 4th interception so Coach put me in. I threw 3 TDs and ran for one more. We won with 2 seconds left on the clock. I was supposed to start for the first time this Saturday against Tennessee so I was a bit frazzled. “Thanks, Grams. I hope I can keep the job.”
“I’m sure you will.”
“So how are the workouts going?”
“Good, but I’ve hit a bit of a wall.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“My weights aren’t heavy enough for some of the exercises.” I stared at the screen speechless for a long minute. Tired as I was, my penis became erect.
“What exercises are you talking about?”
“Well, my bicep curls for one thing.” Bicep curls! I must have heard that wrong.
“Grandma, are you trying to do bicep curls with 70 pounds?”
“Yes, and it’s getting too light.” She must be flinging the weights. Yeah, that must be it, but I still felt precum dampen my shorts just at the idea.
“Could you show me?” I choked out the words.
“Sure.” She picked up the 70s. She curled one, then she did the other arm. Then she did it again, and again, and again. I heard a low moan and after a moment realized it was coming from me.
As she curled the weights, her baseball size biceps bulged into huge peaks. I moaned louder; I forgot she might hear me. I was in shock. I couldn’t do curls with 70’s, only two or three of the biggest guys on the team could curl 70’s and here was Grandma doing them again and again. I started to cum, right there in the break room. I held the laptop up to hide my face and looked around terrified my teammates might be looking at me. Luckily, the only two guys around were across the room playing on an XBOX with headsets on.
“Ok, ok,” I gasped. “Do this.” I showed her how to do an isolation curl by resting her elbow on her thigh and curling it. “This’ll start you at a bit of an angle and reduces the number of muscles you can bring to bear.” She started to get ready. “You should really get a lighter wei…”
She started curling the 70. “Oh, yes, this is good, I can feel it much more. This’ll work for now.” FOR NOW!?!?! I already started to get hard again.
“The other exercise I’m having trouble with is the standing chest press. When I push the weights out they’re so heavy, I start to topple over now.”
“Squat while you push the weights out so the weight is always along your center of gravity.” Good lord, how much weight was she trying to standing press. She picked up 50s and pushed them out in front of her. She held them out straight for a 3 count. I gasped, Grandma was holding 100 pounds at arms length from her. Her shoulders should be getting twisted from their sockets but they just bulged up, so did her forearms which were much more defined now as well. My own forearms started trembling in sympathy. Then she pulled them back in, flexing her pecs as she did which drove her breasts upward.
She did it again and again, arms out - shoulders bulge, forearms flex - arms back in - biceps swell, breasts rise. Then repeat. By her third set, I came again. Then a terrible thought came to mind.
“Grandma, have you been getting any shots lately?”
“Just the flu shot. I hear they might have the Covid vaccine soon. I sure hope so. Then maybe I can visit.”
“Hopefully, I can’t wait to see you too. Have you been eating anything or taking any supplements that weren’t in the diet plans I made for you?”
“No,” she said, but she blushed as she did.
“Grandma, what have you been taking?” I asked, my voice rising.
“I know I’m not supposed to, but every night after dinner I eat one of these Giardelli chocolate squares.” She held a foil wrapped little square of chocolate up. “Do you think I shouldn’t?”
I sighed with relief. “No, Grandma, you enjoy your chocolate.”
After she hung up, I had to sit and wait for the two gamers to leave because the front of my pants were so soaked with my jizz. Finally, I got up, grabbed a bottle of water and went to my locker where I had several extra pairs of shorts. I then went to the team’s private weight room. Fortunately, it was empty. I chugged down the water bottle, set up my laptop, then hit the replay on my call with grandma.
I grabbed up a pair of 70’s, and as she started curling them, I began curling with her. Rep one, man that really is heavy, rep four, I struggle to not fling the weights, rep 6, I’m falling behind grandma’s steady pace, rep 8, I barely get the right arm up but my left can’t keep going. I dropped the weights before Grandma finished the set. How can she be so strong? Her arms are big, but they aren’t bigger than mine and they aren’t nearly as big as the 350 pound backs who can’t do this any better than she.
She moved on to the standing chest press. I grabbed up 50’s and tried to match her. Rep one, my arms tremble to fully extend the weight. I’m moaning in pain as I try to keep them out for a three count. Rep two, my arms are on fire, I can’t keep them out for a count of three. Rep three, as soon as I extend the weight, my arms begin to sag like taffy. I dropped the weights to the floor and watched as Grandma kept going with the bulging shoulders, flexing forearms, swelling biceps, and rising breasts.
I dropped my pants right there and aimed my penis at the screen. Even though I’d already come twice, all it took was four strokes as my hips shot forward, my legs trembled, and I began firing blast after blast as I screamed in ecstasy.
I know in these posts I’ve written a number of times about how this or that orgasm was the biggest orgasm I’d ever had. Well, as I unloaded a whole water bottle worth of cum all over the screen, THIS was the biggest orgasm I’d ever had, because I’d just seen that Grandma was stronger than me and that turned me on beyond all reason.
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Really enjoyed this chapter, man, Granny is growing strong! I love it, curling 70 pound dumbbells, that is incredible for anyone, much less a 70 year old woman who has only been training a couple of months, I don't blame him for jacking off, and cumming hard in a couple of strokes, that is such incredible power! I can only hope she gets stronger and stronger, along with bigger and bigger! k+!
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Another awesome addition. Anne has become stronger than her grandson. I wonder how much she will grow in the future.
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10/28/20
“Derek, what is all this stuff you sent me?” Grandma asked.
“I wanted to help you with your workout, but I couldn’t find any dumbbells. So I got you a bench that you can incline and decline.” I spent the next 10 minutes walking her through putting it together.
She started doing curls with her 70’s on a 45 degree incline. I was almost not shocked to see her crank them out so easily then say, “Oh, thank you dear. I can feel this again.” After she’d done a set she pulled out the other things I’d sent. “But what’s this?”
“It’s a pullup bar you can mount on your door frame.” After another 10 minutes getting her setup, she grabbed it and started pulling herself up with a close grip, hands facing her. I wasn’t at all surprised that she could do this, but she just kept going and going. Her breasts bulged out and delts swelled on each up stroke. I got a great view of her torso, lats and abs, on the down stroke as she hung for a moment. Then up she went, 10, 20, 30. The nice thing about the time she spent on it while not looking at me is that at rep 32, I was able to have a very nice, leisurely orgasm, filling a wad of tissues and pumping out cum for another good 10 reps.
At 50, she stopped, she was glistening with sweat and breathing hard but not close to gasping for air and said, “That’s enough for now. Thank you, that really is a good upper body workout.”
“There’s some other stuff you can do, if you change your grip. You can focus on chest with a wide grip, your back by going up behind your head. And I got you a strap you can hang a dumbbell on. If you need more weight for your biceps, you can do pull ups with a weight attached.”
“Oh that’s wonderful, thank you so much.”
“I’m sending you some videos of me doing different workouts with the bench and using the chin up bar so you can have some ideas for different things to try.” As much as Grandma’s increasing strength turned me on, I have to admit, it scared me a little too, but in the end, I decided I had to help her take this as far as she could.
I went off to classes, then practice followed by team meetings. It was pretty late when I got back but I had the room to myself since my roommate didn’t have Friday classes and had taken off early for the weekend. I turned on my computer and on the screen was a view of Grandma’s living room. Dang it, I’d warned her to make sure she killed the connection on her side. She must have forgotten.
She walked into view wearing a bathrobe. She must be getting ready for bed. Well, I’d just kill the thing from my end.
Then she dropped her bathrobe. My finger froze above the mouse key. She was only wearing one of her huge handmade bras and granny style underwear. She still looked sexier in that than any other woman would in a bikini. As big as the bra was, it was still tight around her from all the muscle she’d put on. Her tits pushed out against it on all sides. Her leg and glute muscles filled the granny pants so well they looked as good as any pair of workout shorts.
She turned to face the screen, reached behind her, and unhooked the bra. “Holy fuck,” I gasped as it fell away exposing her mammoth mammaries completely. My penis became hard so fast I felt a little faint. I pulled my pants down and immediately started stroking. I’d only gotten a quick glance at her tits in their full glory before and I’d jerked off to that countless times. But this was so much better. And I think her breasts had become even more spectacular.
Even though they were real and massive, her pecs had become so strong they only sagged enough that you could tell they were real. I could clearly see her well defined abdomen. “Aggh, aggh,” I cried aloud as my first shot of cum flew over the screen to hit the wall behind my desk. She bent over and pulled off the granny pants. “Oh, God,” I moaned as I kept coming while looking at her neatly trimmed silver thatch.
She walked over to her weight rack and pulled up the 70’s. She raised them to shoulder height and spread her legs slightly. I suddenly realized that she’d never complained about not having enough weight for squats. If 70’s were too light for biceps, they must be way too light for legs. I quickly discovered the reason she hadn’t mentioned it.
She started doing pistol squats with 140 pounds in her hands! With all that muscle and tits, Grams must have been pushing 160 pounds herself. So she was squatting 300 pounds on one leg. My first orgasm had ended and I knew I wouldn’t last long before having another as I watched stretching one leg forward while lowering on one bulging thigh. Her huge breasts wobbled gently with each up and down.
I know some of you are thinking that this was wrong. That I was spying on Grandma and should turn off the webcam. But c’mon, how many of you would really have had the willpower to do that?
Grandma finished her set by spreading her free leg into the finishing move she used when she posed for me last summer. I had a clear view of her tight little spread pussy. I imagined plunging my cock into her while she held that impossible pose, those incredibly powerful muscles all flexed as I rammed in and out of her. I came again as strongly as the first time.
I sat there gasping as Grandma walked up to the computer. I figured the show was over so I enjoyed a nice closeup of those huge tits. But instead she clicked something and stared at it. Her breathing became deeper and heavier. She moaned slightly. Holy shit, was she watching a porno?
She stepped back a little and shoved her fingers over her pussy and began rubbing herself. She moaned louder. I could see her juices flooding her fingers. I was going to cum again but I willed myself to stop and look away. I took deep breaths and counted to 10 before looking again. I wanted to time this right.
She used her free left hand to pull one massive tit to her mouth and began sucking her nipple. Damn, I wasn’t going to last long, I hoped it wouldn’t take her long. She started moaning louder as she sucked harder on that huge nipple. Her breathing became quick pants and she stopped sucking and started licking it. The middle finger of her other hand plunged into her cunt. “Oh, yes, yes,” she moaned. I began to pull my dick, not that I needed to, as we both came together in massive orgasms.
We were both recovering when still gasping, she shut off the computer. Wow, that was the best sex of my life, I thought. I can’t wait to watch it … aw shit.
“Shit!” I yelled so loudly I heard the guy down the hall yell out asking if I was ok. “I’m fine,” I said, but I wasn’t really because I’d forgotten to turn on the screen recorder. The best video I had seen of her and it was lost forever.
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Wow, makes me wonder if she left the stream on deliberately. If so? Maybe her personality is changing with the growth as well, or maybe she just hadn't shown her true colors before? Who knows, but it's hot as hell. I really like this story.
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This sure is an interesting development. Grandma isn't so innocent after all. I'm looking forward to the continuation. Great work.
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Yeah, I agree, this is an exciting development because it shows that Grandma Anne has desires beyond growing muscular and strong, and perhaps when she learns that her grandson lusts after her body, she will be more than okay with it and will help him take care of his lust, when things open up again, of course. I look forward to more! k+!
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A page turner indeed! It also makes you think if this was really a "mistake" or something more.
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will gramma buy steroids and get jacked and pick up some young college guys at your college 🤔
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No steroids, but definitely jacked. As for the college guys - hmm, we'll see.
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11/27/20
I’d only gotten to talk to Grandma briefly over the last few weeks as I had tests and our biggest games, including our rivalry game. Now though, I was back home for a few days for Thanksgiving before I had to go back to school for finals and to get ready for the bowl game.
I was really excited to get to spend a little time talking to Grandma. So excited, my penis was already dripping precum. Unfortunately, she looked very depressed. “Grams, what’s wrong?”
“They had to take Mr. Henderson from down the hall to the hospital and it was my fault.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I was running the building’s stairs with my weights like you suggested.” I’d suggested walking stairs but never mentioned running or carrying weights while doing it.
“How much were you carrying Grams?”
“My 70’s.” Oh, God. “They were getting a little light so I started doing two stairs at a time and that really helped.” I started stroking my dick. I could blow three loads just thinking about how strong Grams was getting. “Anyway, I came out into the hallway just as Mr. Henderson was leaving. Normally, I dress like a decent woman but I was just wearing my workout top. He said, ‘Wow, Anne, you’re really packing on the muscle’. I thanked him and then, oh this is so embarrassing.”
“Tell me, Grandma. Talking about it might make you feel better.” I didn’t know if this was true, but I had a feeling it would make me feel much better.
“He asked me to flex for him. I shrugged and flexed my bicep. He gasped and started breathing harder. He seemed to be getting, uhm, aroused at seeing my muscles. I just assumed it was my imagination though, I mean, who ever heard of a man being turned on by a woman’s biceps?”
“I dunno, Grams, I think a lot of guys like a fit woman. What happened next?” I leaned closer.
“He asked if he could feel it. I swear, I didn’t realize what would happen?”
“What? What happened?” I asked, my voice rising.
“He put his hand on it and started squeezing. His moaning became louder. I looked down and, well, he was definitely very aroused. I should have pulled away, but it’s been so long since I’d been around anybody and even longer since anyone had been excited looking at an old biddy like me.” If only she knew. “He said, ‘Oh, it’s so hard. You’re so strong.’ then he said ‘Oh, God, oh god.’ He began shaking, and well, I saw that his trousers were becoming wetter and wetter. It kept going on and on. I would have backed away, but I think I was the only thing holding him up.”
I bit my lip as I came with Mr. Henderson, the lucky bastard, getting to feel Gram’s mighty bicep fully flexed for real rather than just imagining it.
“Then his eyes rolled back and he really did collapse. I gently laid him down and called 911. He revived when they got there. They think he just got over excited but they decided to keep him at the hospital overnight for more tests.”
“Well you shouldn’t feel bad, Grams. At his age, it’s probably a good wake up call to be careful…”
“He’s fifteen years younger than me.” Whoa.
“All the more reason for him to get those tests. I mean better to catch something like hypertension early before it does serious damage.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Absolutely,” I reassured her. “In the long run he’s better off, not to mention he proved that you’re much sexier than any old biddy. I think you’ll just have to stick to younger men since you're clearly too hot for anyone close to your age,” I said this teasingly but I was dead serious.
She blushed. “Oh, Derek, I’m a 71 year old woman. I don’t think about stuff like that anymore.”
Wow. Grandma was a much better liar than I would have thought. I might have believed that B.S. if I hadn’t watched her jerking off. Man, I still kick myself for not having recorded that.
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I'm liking where this is going, I can't wait to see Grandma Anne's reaction to her big, strong grandson's arousal for her incredible body when they finally get together, one on one. I'm sure that will be a very hot chapter to read when it happens. I look forward to more! k+!
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My hope (my plot suggestion): Granny admits that she has known about his, um, reaction since that first day. And she's really turned on by her power over him. (Kept carefully off-camera all this time, of course.)
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She either knows he's turned on by her and is playing a grand master (grandma muscle, eh?) level game of teasing and/or seduction... or she's just that innocent and clueless. I find either option works nicely. That neighbor was surely thinking "what a way to go!" while he was passing out, 'cause I would've. Her level of strength and overall fitness is getting crazy hot. Grandson will go green with envy if she suddenly brings home a muscle stud. Looking very much forward to what turns this will take.
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this is definitely the best story on here in a long time, i'm so excited to see when they finally meet :) Karma+++
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Great development! In story and in grandma ;)
I'd like to hear some more about her normal life. What happens when she's out on the street, or shopping, in the bus, with friends? What about her clothes?
Good luck with your great story!
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This story is progressing really nicely! I love how kind and caring Derek's grandma is! But will things stay that way, I wonder? '^^
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12/07/20
“Derek, I got my first shot. I’m so excited. I’ll be able to finally go out and about. I hope you guys don’t have to wait too long to get yours.”
“That’s great, and yeah, we’ll be getting our first next month.”
She looked at me in surprise. “I know your parents are essential workers.” Mom’s a Doctor and Dad runs a medical supply company. “But how are you getting a shot so soon?”
“Uhm, I’m the starting quarterback for the sixth ranked team in the country. Down here, that’s as essential as it gets. So, what are you doing?”
“I was going to do some work on the chin-up bar.” Awesome, I could watch and enjoy without having to worry about her seeing me.
“Great, have you gotten any use out of the weight belt?”
“I tried it,” she replied, “but between my weight and the dumbbell’s weight, the door frame cracked. The landlord fixed it but said if it happened again, I’d have to pay.”
“That’s too bad, Grams. I was hoping that’d solve your problems of not having enough weight to lift.”
“Oh, I figured out a workaround.” She walked over to the bar and chinned herself. She held herself in that position and said, “First I chin up, then I do this.” She put her left arm behind her back.” No! No! She couldn’t. It wasn’t possible.
But it was. She lowered herself until her right arm was perfectly straight, then she pulled herself up with only that arm. Then she did it again. The massive peak of her bicep shot high off her arm as she did.
“Aggh, aggh,” I moaned loudly. It felt like someone had jammed a finger into my prostate. The cum shot out so fast I wasn’t even hard. It was both painful and incredibly pleasurable. I desperately punched the mute button as I kept crying out loud. By the time I’d stopped, she’d done ten with her right arm and was half way through doing another 10 with her left.
How was this possible? She shouldn’t be in Chicago, she should be with the Avengers fighting Thanos. I would look it up later. The world record for women’s one armed pull ups was 4, the men’s was 17. Grandma cranked through 3 sets of 10 on each arm. She would have crushed the men’s record with ease had she tried.
On the last one of each set, she held her arm at the 90 degree position then she lifted her legs out in front of her. “I like to work in these for my abs too.” Her six pack had evolved into a ripped eight pack as each muscle stood out in stark relief. She held it for a good 60 seconds. Her bicep only started to quiver toward the end.
She spent so long at it I had enough time to have a much more leisurely, enjoyable orgasm as I watched all the muscles of her shoulders, arms, and abs strain to their fullest.
When she came back to the screen, I said, “ Ok, Grams, how can you be so strong? Nobody can do what you just did.”
She waved her hand and laughed, “Oh, Derek, I’m sure you’re exaggerating. It’s not that big a deal. I guess I’m just lucky and blessed with good genes.” She had a look on her face that made me think she knew more than she was saying.
“No, Grandma, this is amazing. C’mon, what aren’t you telling me?”
She blushed, “Ok, I do have a theory on it. And I guess you should know about this.” She got up and went to her bookshelf and pulled out a large scrapbook. She came back and slid out a flyer that she unfolded. The top read Ringling Brothers Circus and the picture was of a big, burly muscle man wearing a lion skin. In one hand, he held up a barbell with a big metal sphere on each end that had 1000 lbs printed on them in big letters. Beside him was a woman in an old fashioned one piece swimsuit. She was upside down and holding herself up using only her index finger.
“This is my mom and dad, your great grandparents. Our family had been circus people since the first circus started up before the American Revolution. They were acrobats, trapeze artists, tumblers, and strong men and women. I guess we’ve just been bred to be athletic, and I got more than my share of the strong genes, whatever they are.”
“A 1,000 pounds?” I asked, looking at the barbell.
“No, but it was more than 300. If one of the rubes said it was a fake, Dad would hand it to them and then swoop it up just before they were crushed beneath it.”
“That’s amazing, and Great Grandma could really hold herself up by one finger?” Great Grandma had large breasts and noticeable muscle definition, especially for a woman in the 1950s, but neither breasts nor muscles were as big as Grams.
“Yeah, but only about long enough to take the picture, otherwise she used her finger and her thumb. Here, look at this.” She pulled out another flyer, there were a bunch of elephants running around and a little boy was running between their legs. “This is your Grandpa. They’d have the elephants running around the Big Top and he’d run between their legs and under their feet. He was as fast as the dickens and had lightning reflexes.” She looked wistful, “When you ran around all those guys for that touchdown last week, it reminded me of him. Of course, you’re much bigger than he was.”
She pointed at a toddler doing a handstand atop the head of one of the elephants. “And here was me!”
“Wow, that’s so cool, Grandma. What happened?” This sounded like a blast, why was I just hearing about it now?
“Movies, TV, pro sports. There was just too much competition and running a circus is so expensive. When my younger brother was born, Mom and Dad settled in Chicago and got regular jobs. And back then, people didn’t workout just to workout. The next year, your Grandpa’s parents moved two houses down and the two of us were together for the next 64 years.” She started to put the flyers back, getting misty eyed as she did. “Lotta ghosts in this book,” she added.
“I’m sorry, Grams. I shouldn’t have dredged up all those painful memories.”
“No, Derek, they’re mostly happy memories. It’s just sad I’m the only one left, but that’s life. I should have shared this stuff with you long ago; it’s your history too.” Her face brightened. “Hey, I wonder if I can still do that handstand?”
“Grandma, be careful,” I said as she bent over and pulled her legs up. She held it without any strain as she looked up at me.
“Still got it. Let’s try for one hand.” She lifted her left arm up, leaning her body slightly right to keep her balance. I stared at her obliques which visibly tightened as she did. I felt another erection coming on. “Now let's try for one finger like Mom.” She pushed up onto her finger tips, then onto just her thumb, middle, and index finger. I started stroking myself. She lifted all but the index finger and held it, “Oh, no,” she cried and then toppled over.
“Grandma!” I shouted. “Are you ok? Grandma, say something!”
She popped up in front of the screen. “I’m fine, I’m fine. I just need to work on my balance a little. Maybe I can …”
“Whoa, that’s a relief. Oh, before I forget, what happened to Mr. Henderson?” I asked, hoping to distract her from another try.
“He’s fine. You were exactly right. They found out he had hypertension and put him on some medicine to get his blood pressure down. His doctor told him he was a heart attack waiting to happen.”
“See, I told you, you had nothing to feel bad about. He probably just wishes he could see your rocking bod again.”
“That’s the thing though. When I checked in on him, he asked how my workouts were going. I told him I was making good progress. He congratulated me, and get this, he asked if I would flex for him again,” Grandma said, visibly appalled at the idea.
I pushed a wad of tissues in front of my dick. “What did you do?” I asked, trying to contain my excitement.
“I left of course. If I put him in the hospital just by flexing my bicep, what would happen to him if I flexed everything?” She hit a double bicep pose and pushed her lats out raising her massive cleavage up so her body filled the screen. I gritted my teeth to contain my groans as my spunk burst through the tissues and sprayed the bottom of my desk. “Now that I know there are men out there who get so excited about a lady’s muscles, I need to be very careful about showing off.”
No, no, no. I had to nip that thought in the bud. Fortunately, I had another brilliant idea.
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She is becoming the grandest-ma ever. The progress she's making is crazy. I still don't know whether or nor she realizes what's going on with grandson and his obsession yet. She is now aware at least that there are guys out there...
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OMG! Way to go! I love these types of stories were the Grandma/Mom/Sister gets hot and muscular and drives the main character crazy. We need more stories like this!!!
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I love reading Grandma's back story, where she got her strength and genetics from, and also the attempt at doing something that is virtually impossible for the vast majority of the rest of the human race, and almost succeeding at it, perhaps one day she will not only be able to, but perhaps even pump her entire body up and down with that finger! I look forward to more, k+!
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1/7/21
“Derek, congratulations, I’m so proud of you,” Grandma said. “All my friends are jealous of me,” she gushed.
“Thank you, Grams.” We had won the Orange Bowl in dramatic fashion as I threw the go ahead touchdown with no time left on the clock. We were now considered a dark horse contender for next year’s National Championship.
“Maybe you’ll be playing for the Bears in a few years!”
“Ha, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, but yeah, that’d be super.” Coming out of high school, I’d been what they call a 3 star recruit, meaning I was good enough for college football but nobody thought I could go pro, myself included. Now, I had an outside hope of getting drafted. “So, you got your second shot?” I asked.
“Yep, I’m all good. I know I’m supposed to wait a couple of weeks still but I went to a restaurant anyway.”
“That’s great, we got our first yesterday. You’ll be able to visit us in less than 2 months.”
“I know, I can’t wait,” she said.
“And I have the perfect thing for you to do while you’re here.” I held up a paper. “The Southeastern Regional Bodybuilding contest is going to be held right here in 2 months and there’s an over 60 division.. You can come beforehand and I can help you with your prep.”
“I don’t know, Derek. I’d like to but after what happened with Mr. Henderson …”
“Grandma,” I cut her off, “these are body building fans. They expect to see people with muscle. There won’t be any problems.”
“Well…”
“And think about all the work you’ve done, and that cool routine you created.”
“Yes, you’re right, I would really like to do it, but …”
“And that great suit I got you,” I added.
“Uhm, that’s the other problem. I was trying it on the other day and hitting my poses.” She blushed, then said, “And the top just ripped apart when I flexed my chest.”
Oh, God. I started stroking myself.
She flexed her chest. Her boobs and pecs swelled upward and her lats expanded sideways. “My pecs and back have grown a lot. I need a top that’s 6 inches bigger and 2 cup sizes larger.” I noticed that as she did, the seam on the right side of her sports top was starting to come apart too. She didn’t notice and more and more of that powerful pec began to push through.
“A double O?” I managed to force the words out without stuttering.
“No, a double P.” Holy shit. The cum started to fly out of my cock. Fortunately, I had an old t-shirt at the ready since the tissues hadn’t been cutting it.
“Ok, I’ll get you a new one. So, you want to do the contest?” I was pleased that I managed to say that so smoothly while still cumming.
“Yes, I’d love to.” That was good, since I’d already entered her. “Oh, but wait, this is bodybuilding. You said I should be in physique.”
Oh, yeah, I’d forgotten that conversation, but this gave me another one of my brilliant ideas. “Hmm, well, you’ve gotten bigger so I think it’ll be ok. But just to make sure, why don’t you strike some poses for me.” I’d repeatedly googled every 60+ female bodybuilder, fitness woman, athlete, and any older woman who might have muscles. Grandma would blow all of them off the stage, but why shouldn’t I use this excuse to get her to pose for me.
She hit the double biceps pose. My dick quickly rose again. Then the side poses showing off her ripped obliques. Next came the quads. She turned to show me her powerful glutes. I was already getting close again. Finally, she turned and hit her ‘I Am Invincible’ pose with her hands on her waist with her 8 pack rippling, her lats spread, and her chest thrust outward. Precum was dripping out of my dick. I’d thought it’d been spectacular last time but she was twice as awesome now.
That little tear in her top had grown bigger. Tit meat was thrusting through the gap. “C’mon, Grams, give it everything, flex those pecs and those lats.” They swelled bigger, Grams looked massive. The rip was now hanging by just a few threads. “Flex everything, Grams. Harder!” I commanded. She gritted her teeth and swelled even larger. The last threads snapped. The tremendous force on it flung it away like a snapped rubber band. I had a good couple of seconds to watch Grandma’s massive double P tits wobble free with their saucer sized areola and inch long nipples wider than my thumb. My second orgasm made my first one look piddly as I soaked my tee shirt with blast after blast of jizz.
“Oh, no. Not again,” Grams cried as she struggled to cover herself with her hands and arms. I made a point of ostentatiously looking away before she turned toward the screen.
“Don’t worry, Grams. I’m not looking.” She pulled on an oversized tee shirt and came back. “I think you’re going to do great in bodybuilding, Grams. I don’t think any 60 year old woman can come close to you.”
“Do you think? I really am getting excited about doing my program.”
“Absolutely, I’m ordering you new tops right now. Oh, please send me the old contest top as well as the one you just tore. I think the manufacturer will give me a rebate if I return them.” That was bullshit. I had other plans for Grams tops.
After she hung up, I rewatched the video again and again, jerking off to it over and over again. I wondered if we had some sideshow freaks among our circus ancestors. I’d always been blessed (or maybe cursed) with an abnormally large penis and testicles, but now they seemed supercharged. I got hard every time I thought of Grandma, which was all the time, and I seemed to be able to cum a bucket load each time I did.
Finally, I’d calmed down enough to watch the video and pay attention to more than Gram's tits and muscles. Maybe it was my imagination, but Grams sure seemed to hold that pose for an awful long time after her top had flung free. She might be old, but her reaction time wasn’t that slow. Could she have wanted me to see those fantastic boobs? Oh, man, I was hard again just at the thought. I started jerking off yet again.
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K+ love this story
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Wouldn't it be funny if, like his grandma, Derek seemed to be undergoing some sort of change but instead of growth, it was virility and whatnot? Like somehow, some way, his actual fertility standard was starting to skyrocket in conjunction with his arousal being supercharged?
Almost as if his fertility was related to his grandma's growth.
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Another really great read here, looks like Granny is still growing bigger, both muscle wise and chest wise, though I guess that is inter-connected, I hope that she continues to feel better and better about herself as she gets bigger and stronger and that comes out in her posing. And maybe she will realize that she can be sexy as hell to a lot of people, despite her age, and she will dress sexier, for our benefit and for her grandson's benefit. Keep up the great work. k+!
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Another great addition. It seems Anne is deliberately showing off for her grandson. I'm looking forward to the next part.
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One of my favourite story so far. Love it.
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I would love to see Anne come to see her grandson but he isn't there and she works out with the football team showing them all up.
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I would love to see Anne give her grandson some of her muscle milk
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And he grow additional strength
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Granny deserves a Grammy? The innocent grandma has truly been an act? I would be interested to know, when and how she caught wind of grandsons interest in her... physique? Oh, I can't wait for them to actually meet.
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This story is unbelievable.
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Woah. Grandma is getting pretty serious. Really like how the story is going so far. Keep up the good work!
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2/10/21
“Just one more week, Grams,” I said.
“I know,” she squealed, “I’m so excited to see you guys.”
“Me, too,” I replied. My dick hardened in agreement just at the thought. This time though it was nicely enclosed by the massive right cup of Grandma’s posing top. I’d been so excited when it arrived, I ran upstairs, ripped the package open, and unloaded a huge amount of jizz into it. The thought that these things had held Grandma’s mighty breasts until she burst through them turned me on endlessly. By now, if I’d saved all my spunk, it’d probably be enough to fill both cups to overflowing. “You got the new posing top and workout gear I sent?”
“Yes, thank you. They’re wonderful, though I’m doing so well, they’re already getting a little tight.” I suppressed a gasp.
“Should I order more?” I rubbed the soft lining of her top up and down my shaft.
“No, they should be fine, for now. If it’s a little tight, maybe it’ll look sexier.” She giggled, then blushed. Drops of precum began to drop into the tit cup.
“I think you’re right. I can’t wait to see you wear them in person.” Truer words have never been spoken. “Hey, bring the rest of your old tops so I can get rebates on them too.” The ones I had were going to wear out soon at the rate I was going.
“Ok, I will.” What I really wanted now was one of those cotton bras she had hand made for her. I’d probably have to steal it though as I couldn’t think of a great way to just ask for one.
“How’s your prep coming?”
“Really good, though this diet is a pain. I am getting more cut though.” She flexed her bicep in front of the screen. She was right. The muscle definition as that ball swelled upward over her arm was terrific. It almost seemed to pulse. A large vein could be seen running on the back side. I started rubbing harder. “And check my abs.” She stood and flexed. It was like seeing a grid of beige colored paving stones, each slab was so etched out. I erupted into the cup.
“That’s awesome, Grandma,” I said smoothly as I continued thrusting outside her line of vision. I was getting really good at acting normal while cumming. A skill that I figured would be really handy once she got here. “If you start feeling weaker though, I want you to drink a shake and then eat a full meal.”
“Oh, no. I’m getting even stronger.” Stronger? The only thing better than watching Grams flex was watching her do an incredible feat of strength. “That reminds me. I’ve been practicing this and I’ve gotten really good at it.” She stood back and bent over and went into a handstand. She lifted her left arm.
“Careful, Grams,” I said, remembering the last time.
She lifted each finger until it was just her index finger and thumb holding her up. Then she lifted her thumb and held her body up with just her index finger. And she kept holding the pose for long seconds.
“Whoa,” I applauded, “that’s amazing, you’ve held it way longer than you said Great Grandma could.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. Watch this.” She began to bend her arm, still holding her whole body weight up with just her index finger. She brought her head all the way down to touch the palm of her hand. She held it for a three count. Her bicep must have stood out 3 or 4 inches above the rest of her arm, it was so pumped. She then began to push herself upright, causing her triceps to bulge like steel cable. I added more cum to the tit cup in an even bigger orgasm than my first. “Now, the left arm.” She repeated the process with her left arm by which time I was hard all over again. I chugged a bottle of water to rehydrate.
“That’s fantastic. I knew you could pull up your weight one handed, but pushing it up is even more impressive.”
“Thank you, I’ve incorporated it into my workout too.” She set a 70 pound dumbbell beside her and got back into her handstand but kept her whole hand flat on the floor. She picked up the weight with her free hand and drew it in between her massive breasts which rubbed against each side of it. As she did, she leaned her legs and torso over to her other side to keep herself balanced. I couldn’t keep in a gasp. Like before, she began to bend her arm but this time she kept going until her head touched the floor.
She had to have been one arm pressing 230 or 240 lbs, upside down while balanced on one arm. She repeated it for a full set of ten. As she started on her other arm, I unloaded another load into the cup.
“Between this and the one armed pullups, I can get a really good pump.” She flexed again. Her biceps must have grown an inch from her earlier flex. I imagined my dick in the triangle formed between her bicep, forearm, and the rest of her arm, and I jizzed yet again. I’d have to come up with an excuse to measure her when she came.
We hung up soon after. Just one week.
I imagined greeting her, hugging her, feeling her huge breasts digging into my chest, rubbing her powerful back and shoulder muscles, my massive hard on rubbing against those washboard abs. I came yet again just at the thought. Man, I’d probably come the moment we hugged.
I froze mid orgasm. Oh, no, oh, no, I thought, as my spunk kept streaming into Gram’s tit cup. I was going to cum the moment she hugged me and there’d be no way to hide that!
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Man, that is a conundrum, I think he may have to line his shorts with paper towels when his grandma finally comes to visit, haha. But yeah, another really nice, hot read here. I can't wait to see Grandma up close. k+!
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Anne's visit will be very interesting for sure. I'm looking forward to the next part. Great work.
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I'm looking as much forward to them meeting as he does. He's gonna have to get that hair trigger of his in check if he's gonna keep his pants dry. Grandma is getting too hot to handle for grandson.
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This story is absolutely amazing. I can't wait to see what happens when they meet. K+
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I can't wait till Anne over powers Grandson.
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Great story. I'm looking forward to the next chapter. She's so sexy and erotic. He'll probably blow off as soon as they meet 🤣🤣. I'm looking forward to seeing her seduce and dominate him. Thanks 👍
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2/17/21
I’d jerked off 8 times the night before and another 7 by the time Grandma’s Uber rolled up the driveway just after lunch. I hoped it would be enough because I was still very excited to see her.
I grabbed one of her suitcases out of the trunk and almost dropped it, it was so heavy. “Geeze, Grams, did you pack your weights?”
“Of course, I didn’t know what you’d have. I have my 70’s in that one and my 60’s and 50’s in the other. Here, you get the door. I can carry my own bags.” I quickly did the math. She had at least 360 lbs plus clothes in her bags. She one handed the bigger from the bottom, lifting it easily, with her palm beneath it, to shoulder height. “This one’s starting to break so I need to hold it from the bottom,” she added. I started to get hard watching her so easily carry so much weight.
“Grandma, your son runs a healthcare supply company. Before Covid, he could get just about anything. We probably have the best equipped home gym in town.”
She shrugged as we entered the house. “Oh, well, it gave me some decent exercise carrying them through the airport.” She set the bags down and shrugged out of her coat. I was glad to see she was wearing short sleeves. Even though she wasn’t flexing, her arms seemed even larger in person. She hugged me and I could see them start to bulge as she put her arms around me. She squeezed me and I had to bend over to keep from toppling into her since I was nearly a foot taller than her 5’6”.
Her huge chest squished around mine. I could look through the gaps in the buttons of her shirt and finally got to see in the flesh some of the breast meat I’d jerked off to so many times on video.
Despite my best efforts, I was already fully hard as my crotch came into contact with her stomach. It felt impressively firm and I knew I only had a moment to get back before my dick rammed full on into her abs. I pushed back against her arms, which didn’t help as I could feel their hardness in my fingers, exciting me more. And even though I pushed pretty hard, she didn’t budge. How strong had she become I wondered? I knew she was stronger than me, but how much stronger?
I wiggled to the side to get my throbbing dick away from her.
She let me go and pointed at my arm, “Hey, you look bigger than I remember.”
I flexed, “Yeah, the new strength coach has been driving us hard now that we can practice in person.”
She put her arm on my bicep. “Wow, it is big and hard.” She began to squeeze. My bicep began to hurt. I looked at it. Grandma didn’t seem to be trying to pinch me or hurt me. She was just squeezing, casually, like she just wanted to feel my muscles. But it was hurting. What was going on. Her grip strength couldn’t be that great … could it? My bicep started bending inward against her palm. I gasped in pain. “Ahh, ok Grandma, not so hard.” I relaxed my arm desperate to stop that crushing pressure.
“Oh, you’re such a tease. As if little old me could hurt big old you.”
“No, you’re getting stronger too. Your turn.” I said, almost panting with excitement now that I had an excuse to feel Grams biceps.
“Ok, I am kinda proud of my progress.” She flexed her arm. I bit my lip to keep from gasping. It wasn’t as big around as mine but the muscle swelled up above her arm much more, plus she was almost a foot shorter. It was incredibly defined, and was rock hard with a split line down the middle. I squeezed it and it didn’t budge. My cock was so hard it hurt and I could hear my heartbeat banging in my chest.
“It’s really hard,” I managed to mumble.
“Oh, the other one is a little bigger.” She turned her back to me so I could grab both her biceps. I started squeezing down with even more pressure. Her skin was a little wrinkly and slid a bit beneath my fingers but underneath, the muscles didn’t budge. I’m a D1 starting quarterback at a national powerhouse. I have huge grip strength to grab the ball, but I couldn’t dent them. “Derek, your hands feel so nice on my sore old muscles. Let me really flex, I think I can get them a tiny bit bigger.” Precum oozed out of my penis. Despite all the jerking off, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t come again just from feeling those rocks.
She tensed every muscle in her body, her shoulders swelled and her chest expanded. I tried to lean into her with my weight but as she expanded herself, it was my arms that were pushed up.
Then I felt something pushing into my thighs and balls. It was lucky I was tall or her powerful gluteus muscles would have rammed into my rock hard penis. Instead they cupped and massaged my balls while pushing my thighs outward as if my leg muscles were nothing. As she did, I could feel her biceps push upward against my straining grip, expanding another half inch, and spreading my fingers further apart no matter how hard I squeezed.
Her glutes began to vibrate as she really pushed the pose, rubbing my balls in an incredible motion. I should have backed away as I felt the cum boiling upward, but I couldn’t, the sensation was just too wonderful. I buried my head in my shoulder as a blast of cum was propelled upwards from my overstimulated penis. I had to use my hold on her to keep myself from collapsing. Her powerful ass must have been holding up most of my body weight. I started caressing her biceps and as she continued to hold her flex and I continued to let off shot after shot. Luckily, she seemed more focused on showing off and apparently, my 210 pound body weight wasn’t nearly enough to distract her. “Not bad for a little old lady,” she said.
“No, that was terrific, Grandma. You’re going to kill them at your show,” I said as my penis finally finished unloading. I looked down. Oh, God. My penis had pushed out the top of my pants. I hastily pushed it in before she turned around but that wasn’t the real problem. My cum had blasted out with nothing to stop it and now covered the entire back of Grams blouse and granny pants. As I watched, a huge wad streamed down her shirt to land on one massive butt cheek barely contained in those silly pants.
In about 10 seconds, she would feel the dampness of all that jizz on her skin and my life would be over!
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Wow, so awesome that they finally were able to get together and he is able to see and feel her muscles up close and personal! I can't wait to see her response to his obvious arousal for her. k+!
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We are getting there! Great that you, finally... managed to get them together (no the long forplay was really really great man). I so wonder what will happen, with our friend walking around his super muscular grandma. I almost can't stop myself thinking about all kinds of situation...
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Oh man. I can't really fault him for that reaction. Can't wait to see hers in return. Will she shed the old granny disguise and turn into a she-wolf?
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I think Anne is about to rock his world. Can't wait.
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I check this page a few times a day as I can’t wait for the next instalment.
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Glad I had a chance to read again. Good to see more, and looking forward to how things proceed. Keep up the nice work.
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This is getting really really good
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Eagerly awaiting the next chapter. What will Anne do next?
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Author's note: Thank you everyone for your kind words. I appreciate the encoragement.
Still 2/17/21
Oh, God, I’d cum all over my Grandma. I was seconds away from being discovered and dying of shame. Fortunately, I didn’t lead my team to a last minute victory in the Orange Bowl by being either slow witted or slow of foot. I pointed down the hall. “Grandma, your room’s that way.” While she turned, I said, “Just let me grab my drink and I’ll help you.”
With her looking away, I snatched up a glass of water off the coffee table, leapt back behind her, and cried, “Oops!” and fell toward her. I grabbed her forearm with my free hand. It barely moved against my entire weight, but instead stopped my fall … just as I’d hoped. At the same time, I spilled the entire glass of water all over her back.
“Oh, cripes, Grams. I’m so sorry. I got you all wet.” I used her powerful arm to push myself back up then quickly stripped off my shirt and began wiping off the water and cum.
“It’s ok, dear. A little water never hurt anyone.” I kept wiping. I patted her muscular ass, enjoying the feel of her glutes. I moved up to her back, lifting her shirt a little. “Here, let me help you,” she said, pulling the shirt completely off. “It’s not like my workout top covers any more than my bra.” Maybe, but seeing those massive breasts barely contained in that hand made cotton bra just seemed so much sexier.
I worked up her back feeling her lats, then her rhomboids. Being so much taller, when I got to her shoulders (which were barely wet), I could look down into her huge cleavage. I wished I could think of a reason to rub there. I could see the edges of her areola peeking out at the inner sides of the bra’s cups. My erection began to rise again.
I started working my way around her obliques and then her abs - a little water got there. I carefully rubbed into the deep grooves of the slabs of muscle crossing that awesome tummy. I heard a slight sigh from her. With my peripheral vision, I saw that her own eyes seemed to be locked onto my bare chest. Could Grams be checking me out? She seemed so proper, but (and not to brag) I’ve been told I’m very good looking so maybe she was a little attracted to me as well. I flexed my pecs and pushed my luck by continuing to rub her even though I’d pretty much wiped up everything.
“Mmmh,” she finally said. “Derek, that feels very nice.”
I had another one of my brilliant ideas. “You know, Grams, one of my classes was on massage therapy. How about I give you a nice massage?” I wasn’t lying here. I really did know how to do a professional massage.
She looked flush and said, “Oh, yes, that sounds wonderful!”
After she put her stuff in the guest room, we went down to the basement. It’s been finished and divided into several rooms. In one room, we stored some extras from Dad’s business, including a massage table. “Go ahead and take off your clothes and get under the sheet, Grams,” I told her.
I came back a moment later to find her under the sheet with her face down in the padded opening at the head end. I rubbed some lotion on my hands and pulled back the sheet to expose her to midway down her back. To my surprise and delight, Grams had removed her bra. I began working on her shoulders. The muscle caps on her shoulders were so hard and dense, I had to use all my might just to loosen them.
I pulled one arm up overhead so I could work on it better. Her huge tit was almost fully exposed. They were so big and they lifted her up so much, there was a gap between the table and her upper abs that let me see both her underboob and her abs. I could see the edge of her areola peeking out where it met the table. I almost started rubbing the side of her tit instead of her arm, but I restrained myself and focused on her arm. Her biceps and triceps were like steel cables. I could barely budge them with all my might. I began to sweat with exertion on top of the sweat from my lust at feeling them. I was already rock hard. At least this time, I’d worn loose shorts with an elastic waistband so my dick wouldn’t just push out the top.
“This is wonderful, dear, but you can use more force,” she said. One of the things we were taught was that you’d probably want to use less force on a woman, but I was already powering into her as hard as I could. Precum began to dampen the front of my shorts. Once again though, this gave me a great idea.
“Ok, Grams. I’m going to straddle you so I can bring all my weight to bear.”
“That sounds nice dear,” she said as I leapt atop the table. I put one leg on either side of her with my inner thighs pressed on her outer thighs while my taint and my balls again touched her muscular ass through the sheets. I felt my cock quiver from the sensation. I leaned forward and began working her back with all my weight behind my arms. She moaned softly, “Ahh, that’s it. Please keep going.” Her moans became steady as I worked my way down her back. Carefully, I began to move down her lats to the edges of her mighty breasts. She began to breathe harder and I felt her pecs stiffen as my finger went over them.
My dick began to twitch harder. Her glutes tightened and pressed again into my taint. I couldn’t take it any more and I exploded. I looked in horror as my cream shot up along Grandma’s back. This time, my dick hadn’t escaped my shorts but instead my cum had blasted through the cotton shorts as if they weren’t there. As a second shot flung up to her shoulders, I managed to say, “Grams, I’m squirting a little lotion on you.”
“Oh, it feels nice, dear. So warm on my skin.”
As my cum kept spilling on her, I began to rub it in along her back and shoulders. Once I’d stopped and rubbed most of it in, I began moving to her lower body. As I reached under the sheet, I realized that she’d also taken off her underwear. She was completely naked. My dick stayed rigid, as I worked under the sheet along her thighs closer and closer to her pussy. I heard her moan louder. Was she getting excited by this? I rubbed along her inner thighs. I felt moisture. Was it sweat or her juices?
I didn’t dare get closer but I was again dripping precum as I worked her thighs, glutes, and calves which I hadn’t gotten to look at closely before but now could feel their rock hardness between my fingers.
I decided to push my luck. “Grams, if you like, I can do your front. I’ll give you a second sheet for both your top and bottom as well as a mask so the light doesn’t get in your eyes.” No way she goes for that.
“Yes, I’d love that.” she responded quickly. I almost came again just at the thought of working on her front.
I came back a moment later. I couldn’t have asked for a better setup. She had the sheets folded so they barely covered her breasts and crotch. I didn’t even ask this time as I again straddled her. My balls rested immediately atop her pussy as I reached up and began working her front. Her massive cleavage was clearly visible. I began rubbing the top of her chest going lower and lower, feeling her pecs. She began moaning steadily as I did. The sheet kept nudging lower and lower until her areola were again beginning to pop out the top.
I’d gone as far as I dared and so switched to her abs. They were like slabs of brick. I pushed my full weight on them and they didn’t budge at all. “Grandma, could you relax your stomach muscles?”
“They are relaxed, dear.” I restrained a moan at realizing her abs were so powerful that even relaxed my full weight couldn’t dent them. I began working my way through each corrugated line of her stomach. I was even harder and more turned on than before. I looked up at her face and saw the mask was completely covering her eyes.
I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled my dick out. Using my thumb, I pushed the head of my penis down onto her stomach along with my other fingers so (hopefully) she’d think the tip of my dick was just my thumb.I began to trace it along the web of her eight pack. The sensation was incredible. In moments, I began to spurt again. My cum filled the furrows of her abs like water irrigating furrows of a field.
I kept cumming though and it began to spill toward her breasts and down to her crotch, both barely covered by the sheets. “Oops, I think I poured a little too much lotion on you.” I began running my hands in long strokes up the sides of her chest as close to her breasts as I dared, then on down to the massive tops of her thighs, reaching under the lower sheet as I did. I spread my cum all over her skin, rubbing it in as best I could.
“Oh, Derek, that feels so nice,” Grandma said, her breath again coming in rapid bursts. As I kept going, she moaned loudly and started trembling all over. “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, I, I, I think I’m having a muscle spasm.” The little old liar, she was orgasming, I was sure of it.
As she started thrashing about, tossing my 215 lbs, 6’5” frame around like a leaf, I pretended I believed her and said, “Don’t worry Grandma, just ride it out. I’ll make sure you don’t slip off the table.” I pushed my body down atop hers. My chest came down onto her tits. The sheet pushed down and her huge naked tits were now rubbing against my t-shirt. Throwing caution to the wind, I slid my shirt up so her thumb sized nipples mashed into my bare chest. I grabbed her biceps, which were contracting and relaxing at a rapid frequency, with my hands, while wrapping my legs around hers, hooking my feet around her thick calves.
I felt the lower sheet roll down and the base of my bare rock hard penis was against her pussy, which was spewing liquid out all over my dick. Her hips began thrusting upward, rubbing herself along the bottom of my shaft while the top of my rod rubbed into the ridges of her abs. “Derek, what’s happening to me? I’ve never felt anything like this before,” she squealed, then moaned louder and thrust upward again and again.
I thought she’d been lying before, but maybe she’d never orgasmed before, or at least not like this. “Are you, ok?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, I feel wonderful, but I can’t get control of myself. My muscles won’t stop firing.” I felt her biceps under my hands swell up even larger so I could barely grip them. Her enormous soft boobs thrust into my chest like pillows, but with the incredible force of her pecs behind them it was like her tits were massaging me. Her thighs and calves bulged and began to push my legs to the edges of the table. More liquid flowed from her onto my dick as she rubbed even harder against me.
It was the most incredible sensation I’d ever experienced. Motorboating Grandma was ten times hotter than any sex I’d ever had. I gasped and began cumming and even though it was the third time, I came so hard, my cum blasted her massive breasts so hard it splashed upward into my face. I pushed my body down hard on hers to make sure none of it flew up and struck her face. As shot after shot fired between us, we were both lathered in my jizz. When I finally stopped, her own orgasm seemed to be dying down as her limbs stopped moving and her breathing became more and more regular.
I looked down at the mess of cum and her completely naked body, save the mask which still covered her eyes. My own still hard dick lay nicely against her abs. Man, there was no way to pretend I hadn’t cum all over her this time. Then I noticed she hadn’t moved except for her chest gently rising and falling. “Grandma?” I said quietly. She didn’t reply. I peaked beneath her mask. Her eyes were closed and her face completely relaxed. She’d orgasmed so hard, she’d fallen asleep.
Maybe I could still salvage this. I got off her and gently wiped her down with the sheets. As I wiped her tits, I jerked off into the sheet as I did, marveling at their huge size, the wonderful pink areola, and the large dark cherry nipples at the top. I had to restrain myself to keep from sucking on one. I continued cleaning her. When I got to her snatch, she began to moan again. I checked to make sure she still slept before continuing. I again had to jerk off into the sheets which were now soaking from all my cum. Finally, I put new clean sheets down over her. I pulled off the mask and gently said, “Grandma. Grandma, wake up.”
She blinked a couple of times then looked up at me. “Oh, my, I can’t believe I fell asleep. I guess I was so overwhelmed my mind just had to shut down for a while.”
“What do you remember happening?” I asked, hoping she either hadn’t noticed or didn’t remember my hard dick rubbing against her crotch.
“I lost control of my whole body and I was overcome by an incredible sense of joy and pleasure. It just went on and on, then my mind went blank until just now. Is that normal for a massage?”
“Well, feeling pleasure is, but no, most people don’t have such a strong reaction. If you enjoyed it though, maybe we can try again sometime,” I said, my penis hardening again at the thought.
“Oh, I think I’d like that,” she said eagerly.
I could barely wait.
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Haha, absolutely brilliant. I still can't tell if she's that naive or if she's an Oscar worthy actress. Oh boy, that was a hot massage session. He's living the dream!
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Amazing. Super sensual. Maybe Granny can also show off her strength as well. Lift her grand son, maybe her vagina is also muscular and strong ?
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K+. Wishing you a wonderful new year
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I loved what I read here, wow, what an incredibly lucky guy he is, to be able to feel up his incredible grandma's body and have her think that he was putting lotion on her, when he was actually cumming on her muscles. I don't know how much longer he can keep this up, but I can't wait to read more about him and his gullible granny. k+!
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Amazing description which makes the story super sensual ... yes looking forward to Grams using her vaginal muscles to hold and squeeze the dick and make grandson beg and orgasm
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Thank you so much for this incredible chapter - I cannot wait to see what happens next, this is my favourite genre of story. Although I can’t wait until it gets even more raunchy, the slow build up has been really hot. I also still can’t work out if she is that naive or is completely aware of what is going on, leaning towards naive at the moment.
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Please more! This is so great!
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This is a fantastic story with two characters related closely. One a manipulator and the other wanting to transform her body.
It would be interesting for another character to be introduced. Perhaps an old schoolboy friend of Grandma Anne's who is pleasantly shocked by her change, but he is charming and she is attracted to him. Perhaps he has not aged well and struggles physically to walk without aids. She would be a great partner for him in many ways.
Obvious jealousy would ensue as her grandson does not get many opportunities to enjoy his grandma's improvements. Perhaps the new boyfriend discovers what the grandson has been helping himself to.
Just some ideas to an already intriguing story.
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Personally I like how the story is going without the below suggestions, which I don’t think are necessary/would not improve the story.
This is a fantastic story with two characters related closely. One a manipulator and the other wanting to transform her body.
It would be interesting for another character to be introduced. Perhaps an old schoolboy friend of Grandma Anne's who is pleasantly shocked by her change, but he is charming and she is attracted to him. Perhaps he has not aged well and struggles physically to walk without aids. She would be a great partner for him in many ways.
Obvious jealousy would ensue as her grandson does not get many opportunities to enjoy his grandma's improvements. Perhaps the new boyfriend discovers what the grandson has been helping himself to.
Just some ideas to an already intriguing story.
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Am with you Del4. Don’t change what is working very well.
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Wow that last entry was well worth the wait! This story is crazy in all the right ways lol, the general theme of her naivete is pulled off very well. I agree with the above posters too, what you've done is working fantastically and the direction you've taken is great. I'd love to see her really show off her ever-growing strength again. Maybe her grandson has a weight set at home to add to her own that she can completely destroy XD
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I agree with the above. Fantastic last chapter. I can't wait until Anne takes control.
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Waiting for grandma to dominate grandson
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2/18/21
The next day I took Grandma down to our weight room. I was both excited and curious to see what she could do. I’d seen her do some incredible things like push her whole body plus a 70 pound weight up with one hand, close to 250 lbs all together. In theory then, she might be able to push some huge weights with both hands, but I knew that might not translate to reality.
“Whoa, this is a really impressive gym, Derek,” she said, as curious as I was to see what she could do.
“Yeah, before the Covid supply shortages hit, Dad was able to get stuff even a lot of commercial gyms don’t have.”
Grams made a beeline to the end of the dumbbell rack. “150 lbs each!” She exclaimed.
“Yeah, those are about the heaviest you can get, but why don’t we start here?” I pointed to the 70’s she normally used. But she was already grabbing for the 150s.
“No, no, I’m here to test myself.” She pulled on them, and almost crashed into the weight rack. “Ha,” she laughed, “that was foolish.”
“Yeah, let's start here so you don’t hurt …” She ignored me and instead squatted down this time to grab the weights so they were inline with her center of gravity, and pulled them up off the rack. She stood there with one in each hand carefully adjusting her balance. I was terrified she’d topple over, but after a moment she relaxed, spread her legs a little more and began doing curls. She had to squat up and down as she curled them to keep her balance. “This is nice, I can work both my legs and biceps at the same time.”
My dick sprang to full erection so fast that the blood flow left me feeling light headed. I’d done a little research earlier. The most I’d seen anyone curl one armed had been a guy on Youtube who’d done one rep with 125 lbs. Grandma was doing multiple reps with 150 lbs in each arm!
After doing 10 each, she carefully re-racked the weights and said, “That was a good start.” A good start!?! “So is there a way to go heavier?” I felt precum leaking from my dick. I wasn’t going to last long.
“Yeah, we can set up a barbell with more weight. I have a curling bar over …”
“What about this one?” She walked over to the bench press. The bar had a total of 450 lbs on it, my new max bench press. I’d been pretty proud of myself when I set it. There were a few linemen on the team who could bench more but for a Quarterback, that was a really huge bench.
“Oh, that’s for bench press, you shouldn’t …” She straddled the bench, squatted some to get her legs beneath her and lifted it off the brackets. Squatting more, she began to curl my max bench for reps.
I managed to stifle an “Oh, God”, but since her back was to me I began to stroke my dick as she curled the weight over and over again. I immediately exploded, but at least this time, I didn’t have to worry about my with cum going everywhere. It’d be embarrassing if anyone saw, but I was wearing Depends adult diapers.
“8, 9, grrr, 10,” she said, struggling a little with the last set. Not only had she curled as much as I could bench, but that was almost twice the 250 lbs world record bench press set by some massive strong man. She re-racked the bar. “Now that was more of a challenge. I could probably do more though, but what else do you have? Oh, a real chin up bar. It’d be nice to not have to worry about the door frame breaking.”
As my orgasm finished, she’d already started doing chinups. Then she started doing one armed chinups. I’d seen her do this before on video but it was so much better live. My penis stayed as hard as before. “I need some more resistance, could you stand over here, dear.”
“Yeah, Grams, of course.” I stood in front of her as she put both hands on the bar and lowered herself down. I’d expected her to ask me to pull on her legs to add some resistance, but instead her thighs snaked out and wrapped themselves around my waist. As her abs tightened into a rock hard 8 pack, she pulled me up in the air. “Whoa,” I exclaimed. My open mouth collided right onto her right tit. I felt the hardened nipple beneath her sports top rub against my tongue.
I could have pulled my head back to avoid the collision, but why would I do that? Instead, I let my tongue ‘accidently’ loll over her nip before I moved back. My dick was already getting ready to go again. Fortunately, it was well padded inside the diaper or she would have felt the tip brushing her ass.
“Are you ok?” she asked. “I’m not squeezing you too hard.” I rubbed her bulging quads where they held my waist firmly against her lycra covered pussy.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Great, here we go,” she said as she started doing chinups. I leaned back slightly so the top of my head didn’t whack the bar as she cranked out a steady pace. I put my hands on her biceps as they bulged massively on the upstroke. They felt even bigger than they had yesterday.
“Wow, this is amazing, Grams!” I was going to come again right here especially as the motion caused her butt to rub against the top of my penis.
“28, 29, shh, you’re interrupting my count. 30. Ok, now let’s really push it.” She lowered herself and hung for a moment.
“Cool, are you going to do a reverse grip?”
“No, I’m going to try one armed.” She let her left hand go from the bar and put it behind her. We swung to her right and were now held by only her right hand.
“Uhm, are you sure about this, Grams?” It wasn’t that big a distance to fall, but I didn’t want her to break her hip or something.
“Yes, now hush dear and let Grandma concentrate.” She gritted her teeth and the muscles in her right arm all tightened. Slowly we began to move upward. Her bicep swelled larger and larger. We moved past the halfway point. I put my hands on that massive muscle. Even though I have very large hands, I couldn’t wrap them around her bicep. It was good that she was looking upward as drool began to come out of my mouth.
At three quarters of the way, I started to tremble and my penis began to pulse. Her bicep bulged more and pushed my hands further apart. As her chin cleared the top, I began thrusting in the most massive orgasm I’d ever had. Grandma had just chinned 400 lbs of us with only one hand.
As she lowered herself, she said, “Are you alright dear?”
“Yeah, yeah, you just squeezed me a little hard,” I lied.
“I’m sorry, do you not want to keep going?”
“Aren’t you done?” There was more? I’d managed to get control of my body but the cum was still spurting from my dick.
“Well, I need to do my left arm. Do you need a rest?”
“No, no, let’s go.” She switched arms and began to pull upward. I again felt the might of her bicep between my fingers. About half way up she began to stall. “C’mon, Grandma, you can do it, concentrate, go go,” I shouted my encouragement. Her arm swelled even more and she pulled us up to the top.
She let me go and then dropped to the floor herself. She walked over to the mirror and did a double bicep pose. “Now that’s a good pump,” she said.
“Wait, stay like that,” I said. I ran out of the room and found a tape measure. “Don’t stop flexing,” I told her as I wrapped the tape around her bicep, taking way more time than necessary to adjust it over her arm. “Wow, 17.5”, that’s bigger than a lot of the pros, Grams.” Plus she was way stronger than any of them. The thought made me hard again. It was all I could do to not start licking that big bulging arm, but even though she’d given me some hints that she might be turned on by me, if I was wrong, it would be a disaster.
She turned toward the bench again, “So let’s try that bench press. Obviously, that’s way too little weight,” she said, dismissing my 450 lbs max as so far beneath her. We loaded a hundred more pounds on each side, 650 lbs total. She lay down and I stood over her, enjoying seeing her breasts heave upward as she got ready to lift the bar off the rack.
She lifted it, brought it down until it was smooshing into her huge breasts then quickly pushed it back up and reracked it. “More,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“More weight, dear, that’s way too easy.” I shook my head as I loaded another 50 lbs on each side, 750 lbs total. She lay back down, lifted the bar and smoothly cranked out 10 reps. “You can add another 50 lbs to each side,” she said once she finished.
850 lbs! The raw male bench record was 782 lbs and Grams wanted to smash it by almost 60 lbs. Grandma lowered the weight and pushed it back up, this time she did 6 reps. I started to get nervous as she slowed down. If she couldn’t push it up, I didn’t know if I could lift it off her. But she finished the rep and said, “Let’s try 900 lbs.”
“Uhm, Grandma, if you can’t lift it off, you may be stuck while I run for help,” I told her.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure now that I can lift more than that.” My cock began to throb at her confidence. I did as she said. She lifted it off and slowly lowered it to her breasts. She let it rest there for a moment. I began to get nervous again but then she powered it back up. As she locked it in, I came again. I was still coming as she repeated the lift two more times.
My Grandma wasn’t just way stronger than me. She was way stronger than men twice as heavy as me. But there was still one thing I wanted to try. “Grandma, let's arm wrestle.”
“Sure, Derek.” I led her to another room where dad had a heavy duty metal table covered with a thick rubber padding. I had to put a large book down to lift her arm up enough. We locked hands with our free hands holding the edge of the table. I began to push with all my might. Her arm didn’t budge. I kept trying, sweat formed on my face. I still wasn’t moving her but she wasn’t moving me. Finally she said, “Derek, I’m enjoying holding hands with you but I’m not sure I get the point of this exercise.”
Did Grams not know what arm wrestling was? “Uhm, what do you think we’re doing, Grams?”
“This is one of those isometric exercises, right? We keep our hands in place and push against each other, but you don’t seem to be pushing that hard.” My mouth dropped open.
“No, it’s arm wrestling. You know, where you try to push the other person's arm down.”
“Ohh,” she exclaimed, eyes widening, “I didn’t realize you meant that kind of arm wrestling. Ok, let’s go.” My arm shot toward the table with such alarming speed, I thought she’d crush it into the table, but an inch before, she slowed down and carefully brought my arm down with just enough force to gently push it against the rubber pad.
I was panting with both how hard I’d strained and how turned on she’d made me. “Left arm,” I gasped hoarsely. We locked up again. I pushed with all my might. To my shock, her arm slowly went down until I’d pushed her hand against the table. I couldn’t believe it.
“Very good, dear,” she said. I looked at her suspiciously.
“Grandma, did you let me win?”
She started to shake her head, but her eyes gave her away then she sighed and said, “I’m sorry, you seemed upset at how easily I beat you last time.”
“Grams, I’m not three. I don’t mind losing. Now, give it your best.” We locked up again and this time my arm again shot toward the table. I quickly grabbed her arm with my right arm as well. Then I threw all my weight to one side, while thrusting with my legs against the floor to bring as much force as I could to bear. It didn’t matter, with seemingly little more effort than the first time she pushed my hand to the table.
I stood there gasping. Grams flexed her bicep and looked at it as she said, “Hmm, I’m shocked at how much stronger I am than you, Derek.”
“Grandma, I think you're stronger than anyone on Earth.”
She looked at me for a moment, shrugged, smiled slightly then said, “That’s nice.”
That’s nice? “Grams, maybe you don’t understand. I don’t think you’re the strongest woman, or the strongest pound for pound. I think you’re stronger than anyone, even those 400 pound guys who compete in strongman contests.”
“Yes, dear, I understood what you meant. It’s nice. Very nice,” she added.
I was a little outraged about how casual she was about this. “But Grandma, this is a huge deal and you just think it’s ‘nice’?”
“Yes, dear. I mean it’s not like I cured cancer or something. It’s nice that I’m very strong, but I’m not going to get a swelled head about it. Do you want me walking up to people, throwing my chest out, and saying ‘I’m stronger than you.’”
As she said this, she came close to me and flexed her huge breasts. They slammed into my chest like massive fists wrapped in huge pillows. It didn’t hurt but the force was so much I had to step back to keep my balance. I just stood there enjoying the pressure of her tits against me. Suddenly she backed up and said, “Oh, look at the time. My show is on. Thank you for such a good workout. I’ll see you in a little while for my massage.”
Once the strongest person on Earth had left to watch Jeopardy, I pulled off my diaper. It weighed about 3 pounds now but it’d done a great job of absorbing all my cum. I started pulling my freed cock. As I did, I noticed that the edge of the metal table was bent up where she’d grabbed it. This was a one inch thick steel table and she’d bent it! I aimed my cock at the spot and shot round after round of jizz until the whole table was streaked with my cum tribute to her incredible strength.
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Awesome 👍, thanks I love this story. With each posting she gets closer to taking him. I love the slow sensual build up!💪.
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I also really like the Amazonian Grandma stories, too bad that there are only three parts
I'm new here, so I'm really glad to find stories that I've never seen anywhere else :D
Even though I'm not the biggest fan of the more explicit stuff, just muscles or incredible strength are more than enough for me, I really liked this story :D
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Another fantastic addition! Her size to strength ratio must be off the charts at this point. I love how powerful she's getting, and her attitude is refreshingly unique. Seems like she almost decided to show off a little aggressively there at the end, that would be amazing. I love seeing her relentlessly getting bigger and more inhumanly strong. She's going to have to start improvising for challenging weights! Great writing as always.
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I also really like the Amazonian Grandma stories, too bad that there are only three parts
I'm new here, so I'm really glad to find stories that I've never seen anywhere else :D
Even though I'm not the biggest fan of the more explicit stuff, just muscles or incredible strength are more than enough for me, I really liked this story :D
Thanks so much for the shout out, glad you enjoyed my Amazonian Grandmother series, they were a ton of fun to write, as I was really into the insanely muscular, super strong older women thing back then. I still am for the most part, which is why I love reading this story, I hope there's a lot more to come.
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I also really like the Amazonian Grandma stories, too bad that there are only three parts
I'm new here, so I'm really glad to find stories that I've never seen anywhere else :D
Even though I'm not the biggest fan of the more explicit stuff, just muscles or incredible strength are more than enough for me, I really liked this story :D
Thanks so much for the shout out, glad you enjoyed my Amazonian Grandmother series, they were a ton of fun to write, as I was really into the insanely muscular, super strong older women thing back then. I still am for the most part, which is why I love reading this story, I hope there's a lot more to come.
That's one of my all time favorite series! I go back to it from time to time just to let my imagination fly. Very good writing Jeremy!
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I can’t wait until the next instalment- really hope it hots up between grandma and grandson!
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Author's note: I really enjoyed writing this one. How much you like it will depend on your taste for seeing a superior woman totally humiliate a lesser one.
3/1/22
The day for Grandma’s contest was almost here. We’d spent the past 2 weeks getting Grams more cut. Her bulk was already impressive and of course her strength was inhuman, but now she was showing sharp definition on her legs, biceps, and lats. She’d also put on an inch around the thighs and her biceps were now only a hair under 18”. I cum each time I think about them.
I massaged her every day, jizzing at least 3 times while Grams always had at least one ‘muscle spasm’ whenever I started working on her rear and got close to her crotch. She’d gotten a bit better at hiding it and since I was now wearing my Depends, there weren’t any more huge messes.
Today, after Grandma’s workout, my best friend from high school, Tommy (Tank) Johnson stopped by. He was now starting as a defensive linemen for Oklahoma, and like me, looked to have a shot at the pros. I would have been excited to see him except for one thing. My ex, Stacy, came with him. I should have guessed that once I’d dumped her, she’d try to sink her claws into another football star.
Even though it was pretty cold out, she was wearing a too small halter top and mini skirt. She kept making a big show of shoving her chest out every chance she could. I would have just ignored her but she also kept interrupting our conversation to talk about how great she was.
We’d been talking about some of the guys on our teams we both knew when Stacy jumped in with, “All the players on our team are constantly hitting on me. I don’t blame them, I’m way hotter than any of their girlfriends.”
“Uhm, ok,” I replied. “Your QB called me after the Orange Bowl to congratulate me,” I told Tank, hoping to get the conversation back on track.
“Yes, Tank is very lucky I’m with him. Aren’t you babe?” Stacy interrupted again.
“You bet, babe,” he told her, then to me he said, “Jack’s a great guy. I’m sad to see him leaving to enter the draft but I’m excited for him. Hey, I’m gonna hit the head, back in a moment.”
Crap, he was leaving me alone with Stacy. She leaned forward, pushing out her cleavage. I remembered once thinking that those were some nice boobs, but compared to Grandma’s mighty chest, they were anthills. Then she slid close to me on the couch and said, “Have you missed me babe?”
Damn, she was hitting on me. Poor Tank, Stacy was always going to want the QB. I wished I could do something to save him from her without ruining our friendship. “Not especially. So you're still doing cheerleading?” I asked, hoping to stall her until Tank returned.
“I'm the head cheerleader now,” she corrected me. “It’s about time of course, since I’m way better looking than any of the other girls.”
“Well, congratulations,” I told her.
“It’s a good thing, cause they needed my leadership. The team had way too many fuglies on it. Most of them took the hint and left on their own, but one girl needed some persuading.”
Oh, man, I didn’t know if I wanted to hear this story. I tried to think of some way to change the subject, but she just plowed on.
“So I got a hot guy to ask her to a frat party. When they arrived, I started making out with him right in front of her. Of course, he’d rather be with me. Everyone began laughing at her and she ran out in tears. I haven’t seen her since. I hope she didn’t kill herself,” Stacy added with a laugh.
Holy shit, Stacy had always been a stuck up bitch, but now she was a full on supervillain. “That’s terrible,” I told her.
“No, it was necessary. We can’t win nationals with Fuglies on the team.” She leaned forward, “I ditched that guy for Tank, who’s nice enough, but if you play your cards right, maybe I’ll take you back.”
“Not at all interested,” I said. I was about to remind her that I was the one who dumped her but Tank had returned and she quickly leaned back but stayed closer to me on the my side of the couch as Tank sat at the other end. I had to do something to save my friend from this monster. I needed to get him alone and tell him the truth. Hopefully he’d believe me.
It was at that point that Grandma came down the stairs. She’d put on one of her massive old lady mumus over her workout gear. With her huge boobs, it billowed out in front of her making her look like a walking balloon. “Oh, I’m sorry, Derek. I didn’t realize you were entertaining. I’ll leave you alone.”
“It’s ok, Grandma.” Maybe I could use this to somehow get Tank away from Stacy for a few minutes. “Tank, Stacy, this is my Grandma.”
Tank hopped up and shook her hand saying, “Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Anderson.”
“Thank you, dear,” Grams replied.
Stacy stayed seated though, frowned and said, “Is this the old bag you blew me off for?”
Tank said, “Geeze, not cool, Stace.”
I started to get up. “Stacy, this is my GRANDMA. Maybe you should leave before I …”
Grandma interrupted before I could frog march Stacy out the door. “It’s ok, Derek. If you’ve wronged this young lady somehow, perhaps she’s right to be angry. Though there’s no need for name calling.”
“Calling you a fat, old bag isn’t name calling, it’s being honest,” Stacy said, with a malicious look on her face. I guess Stacy decided if I was going to reject her, she might as well go full super bitch.
“Ok, that does it,” I said. I was going to bodily toss Stacy through the door without opening it first.
“Derek, again, it’s alright. This young lady is clearly angry at me for some reason so I will just leave you all alone.”
“Yeah, it’s past your bedtime fatty,” Stacy giggled, as Grams started to leave.
I wanted to punch her, but then I got another idea. “My Grandma is not fat. Grandma, take off that housecoat please.”
Grandma looked at me aghast, “No, Derek, I don’t think I should.”
“Grandma, please, humor me.”
“Yeah, Grandma, take it off. This ought to be hilarious,” Stacy said bursting into laughter.
Grandma frowned. Stacy had finally annoyed her which was probably the real reason Grams agreed and dropped her housecoat. Tank gasped as her huge boobs, barely covered by her sports bra, came into view, then he groaned as he saw her huge legs, powerful arms, and 10 pack abs. “Grandma’s getting ready to enter the women’s over 60 bodybuilding show at the convention center this weekend,” I told them.
“Gross,” Stacy said. She tried to act dismissive, but I could tell by the nervous look in her eyes that she wasn’t feeling like laughing anymore.
“I think you look great, Mrs. A.,” Tank said.
I knew Tank was into bodybuilding. I didn’t know if he was interested in female bodybuilding, but it was worth a shot. “Grandma, why don’t you strike a few poses for them.” I suggested.
Grandma moved a little closer to Tank, leaving me and Stacy just a bit further apart. Grams hit a front bicep pose. “Oh, wow,” Tank said. Then she flexed her pecs and pushed her chest forward. Tit meat pushed out and over the top of her tight low cut sports bra. Tank moaned, “Ooooh.” He began to breathe hard.
I could see Tank's erection rising through his thin sweatpants. I leaned over to Stacy and whispered, “Whoa, my Grandma gave Tank a stiffy.”
Stacy looked at me angrily, “What? No way!”
“Yes, just look at him.”
Grandma pushed her left thigh out and started rapidly flexing and relaxing her massive quads over and over again. “Wow, wow, wow,” Tank kept saying. Drops of sweat were forming on his forehead and a line of drool was gathering at the corner of his lips. His erection had completely stretched out his sweats. The bulbous head was fully outlined for Stacy to see.
“Tank, baby, we should get going,” Stacy said, her voice quavering.
Not taking his eye off Grams, who began to undulate those 10 pack abs, he said, “Not yet, in a bit.” He gasped again, his eyes glued to Grams stomach.
“When he fucks you later,” I whispered, “He’s going to be thinking about my Grandma.”
Stacy looked appalled. “No, no, that’s not true.” Tank moaned louder as Grams hit her double bicep pose.
I like to think I’m not normally a mean person, but this bitch had disrespected my Grandma and she was going to pay. “Yeah,” I told her. “You're just going to be his cum bucket, but I bet he cums harder than he ever has before, so maybe you’ll enjoy that.”
Stacy hopped to her feet and went to Tank and grabbed his arm. She leaned over trying to shove her chest in his face and said, “Tank, I want to go. Right now!” As she did, Grams bent over, giving Tank a great view of her massive cleavage that could have held a dozen of Stacy's boobs within them while she also flexed her right bicep just below them.
Tank barely looked at Stacy before locking his eyes back on Grams and goggled over her huge chest and massive bulging arm muscles. He slid slightly over and held up his arm to block Stacy from interrupting his view again. “Later,” he could barely gasp out because he was breathing so hard. His dick was twitching and I could see his light colored sweats growing damp with precum.
“If Grandma told him to, he’d dump you just to have 10 minutes alone with her,” I said. “No, 5 minutes,” I corrected.
“Shut up, Derek,” Stacy cried, tears beginning to run down her face.
To this point, I’d thought Grandma was totally naive about what was happening, but then she gave Stacy a quick side glance followed by the slightest smirk. She moved in closer and flexed her bicep right under Tank’s nose and said with a seductive smile, “You can squeeze it if you like.”
“Don’t you do it, Tank,” Stacy screamed.
Tank wasn’t in control of himself anymore though. His lust for Grandma had overwhelmed him completely. He reached over and began squeezing Grandma’s arm. “Oh, God, it’s so hard. Agggh.” Grandma flexed harder, the ball of muscle grew, forcing Tanks fingers apart. “I'm squeezing as hard as I can but I can’t even dent it. Oh, oh, Mrs Anne, you’re the sexiest, most incredible woman I’ve ever seen…Aggh. Oh, God, no, no, please no” he cried, as he suddenly realized what was about to happen.
Poor Tank, he didn’t have my well developed ability to have a huge orgasm without changing my expression, nor did he have on my Depends disposable diapers. His hips began bucking helplessly upward over and over. “Oh, God, oh, God,” he kept shouting. A blast of cum burst through the sweats and fountained up level with his face. He kept thrusting upward and with each thrust another wad of cum came out.
“Wow, Grandma’s making him cum without even touching him.” I told Stacy. “I bet that’s a way bigger orgasm than he’s ever had from fucking you.
“No, no,” Stacy said mortified, more tears ran, smearing her makeup in large black streaks along her cheeks. “How could this be happening?”
Finally, he began to calm down. A massive puddle of white liquid had pooled on his lap with more streaks on his shirt. I took one last dig at Stacy, “I’ll tell you how, Stacy. It’s because my ‘fat’ Grandma is way hotter than you’ll ever be. Compared to her, you’re one of the fuglies. At least some of them have a good personality to fall back on.”
Stacy jumped up and started screaming. “This is sick. You’re all sick. I never want to see any of you again.” She looked at Grandma like she wanted to punch her. Grams looked back and flexed her huge chest towards her as if daring her to do so. Stacy blanched as she realized that not only was Grams hotter than her, but way stronger. Instead, she charged out the door, sobbing loudly, hopefully never to be seen again.
Grandma looked at Tank and the mess all over him, then at me. The seductive look disappeared and she blushed with embarrassment. “Oh, dear. Uhm, I’m so sorry. I’m going to leave now. It was nice meeting you.” She quickly ran back upstairs.
Tank looked at me in terror. He knew by all the unwritten rules, I had every right to beat him to a pulp for jizzing to the sight of my Grandma. “Hey, it’s all right,” I told him. “I know Grandma can have a powerful effect on a lot of men. At least those not related to her,” I quickly added.
“I’m not usually attracted to muscle women and certainly not to older women, but she looked so strong and powerful, like a superhero who could easily toss me to the ground and do whatever she wanted to me.” Tank looked to be getting aroused again just at the idea. “Of course, she couldn’t actually do that,” he chuckled. “Right?” he added nervously.
“Of course not, no one’s stronger than you, Tank,” I lied. I loaned him some clean clothes and he soon left, apologizing again and again, as I assured him that we were all cool.
As soon as he left Grandma came back down, still looking embarrassed. “Derek, I’m so sorry about what I did. I would normally never do anything so brazen, but that Stacy girl; she’s such a viper. When I saw him looking at me like that, I just couldn’t resist. I didn’t think it’d get that far out of hand though. I probably ruined their relationship.”
“Grandma, if you broke them up, that’s the nicest thing you could have done for him. Well, after what you already did for him,” I said with a laugh.
Grandma blushed a deep scarlet but then started laughing herself. “I never thought such a young man would get so excited over me.” She blushed more, then added while still laughing, “And he was so well equipped.”
I snorted loudly.
“You’re right,” Grams said, “I should talk like that.” That wasn’t why I snorted though. I’d seen Tank’s dick and I had at least three inches on him. Of course, I couldn’t tell Grandma that.
“I’m going to meet your parents for dinner soon. It’s been three days since they’ve had some free time to spend with me. Did you want to come?” I normally felt terrible about how hard my parents were having to work due to Covid, but it’d allowed me to spend lots of alone time with Grams.
“No thanks, Grams. I’ve got some school work to do, have fun.” This was one of the few times I didn’t want to be with Grandma because I really needed to jerk off. As soon as she left I pulled out my dick and began to whack off again and again. I whacked off to Grandma’s incredible posing routine, I whacked off to how she’d made my buddy cum uncontrollably in his pants, but most of all, I whacked off to the look on Stacy’s face as Grams totally humiliated her stuck-up, bitchy, thought she was so hot, nasty ass.
The only thing that would have made it better is if I could have dropped my pants in front of her and blasted my jizz all over her face as she watched Grandma steal Tank from her just by flexing for him. Luckily, I had an old picture of her smug face. I blasted so much cum on it that it was disintegrating into a sludge before I was done.
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A great addition!
I want the grandson and his grandma to get together so bad.
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Another good chapter - when are things going to really heat up between grandma and grandson?
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Another good chapter - when are things going to really heat up between grandma and grandson?
Thanks for the praise. I have the whole series plotted out but there are a number of things I want to touch on. I guess this series is one of those where the journey's the thing and not just the final destination. ;)
So, the answer is - eventually.
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Another good chapter - when are things going to really heat up between grandma and grandson?
Thanks for the praise. I have the whole series plotted out but there are a number of things I want to touch on. I guess this series is one of those where the journey's the thing and not just the final destination. ;)
So, the answer is - eventually.
I'm enjoying the journey a helluva lot. Another hot chapter, made even better because Grammy outclassed a much younger girl so thoroughly. I'm always waiting to see what happens next. Great work.
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I cannot wait! Thank you again for this story.
Another good chapter - when are things going to really heat up between grandma and grandson?
Thanks for the praise. I have the whole series plotted out but there are a number of things I want to touch on. I guess this series is one of those where the journey's the thing and not just the final destination. ;)
So, the answer is - eventually.
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Not commenting a lot but I am dropping karma with every installment. Great slow build.
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Another great chapter. Can't wait for Anne becoming more and more aware of her gifft.
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Waiting
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Not commenting a lot but I am dropping karma with every installment. Great slow build.
Same here!
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I hope that Grandma Rose continues to become more and more confident in her muscles' sexiness and wears less and less clothes as she gets bigger and more beautiful. k+!
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Fingers crossed that we get another instalment soon…
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3/3/21
“What do you mean she can’t compete?” My voice began to rise as I confronted Jake Smith, the guy running the Southeastern Regional Bodybuilding show. We’d come to check in and had been sent to see him instead.
He looked at me with the obnoxious look of a petty bureaucrat who enjoys his little bit of power too much. “I’m sorry, but all of the other women in the over-60 category decided they were still concerned about Covid and withdrew.”
“So,” I snapped. “You never announced it was canceled, she paid her fee, she came all the way from Chicago. She should get to pose even if she’s the only one.”
He gave me a loud sigh, “I’m sorry, but we’re not holding an event for one person. We’ll process you a refund.”
“I’m not going to get to pose?” Grandma asked, looking downcast.
“Yes, you are.” I turned back to the man, my voice rising, said, “This is age discrimination. That’s what this is.”
“No, now I’ve spent enough time with you,” he said smugly and began to turn his back on me. No, no, no I was not going to let him get away with cheating Grandma out of her long awaited chance to compete. Luckily, I had one last card to play. I looked around the large staging area where the contestants were pumping up and getting ready. I saw exactly who I hoped to see.
“Hello, Ms. Adams,” I yelled to a woman talking to one of the bodybuilders.
“Hey, Derek Anderson!” she said in surprise. Ms. Adams was a sports writer for the state’s largest paper and nationally syndicated. She’d interviewed me several times since I’d become the QB of the state’s most popular team, but I knew she was also interested in promoting women in sports. “I didn’t know you were a bodybuilding fan. Can I talk to you once I’m done here?” she asked.
“I’d love to talk to you,” I replied. I turned back to Jake, who was looking considerably less smug. “So,” I told him, “is Ms. Adams’ headline going to be the inspiring ‘Star Quarterback’s Grandma Enters Bodybuilding Contest’, or the much less ‘Star Quarterback’s Grandma Victim of Age Discrimination - How Will It Effect Our Shot At A National Championship’?”
He paled. “It’s not age discrimination,” he insisted.
“Well, you tell her that, and we’ll see who she listens to.” I said. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew the answer to that question.
“All right, all right,” he waved his arm placatingly, but he had a crafty glint in his eyes. “We’ve already changed the schedule around so I can’t put the over-60 contest back on, but I can give her a waiver to compete in the open class.”
He smiled at me, the smug look returning. He knew he’d just trapped us. Grandma wouldn’t be facing a bunch of little old ladies. This contest was a qualifier for the Ms. Olympia. She’d be up against some of the world’s best bodybuilders.
“So, I can compete after all? That’s wonderful,” Grandma said, a beaming smile on her face.
“Uhm, Grams, this is a lot tougher competition. You might place pretty low.” I managed to keep myself from saying ‘finish in last’.
“Oh, Derek, I never cared about winning. I just want to compete. It doesn’t matter even if I come in last. Thank you, Mr. Smith, I’ll be happy to compete against all these young ladies.” Smith’s smile disappeared as he realized he was stuck with Grandma in his show.
“Fine,” he hissed, “The prep area is over there. The show starts in an hour.” He stalked off mumbling to himself about delusional senior citizens.
We got Grams papers and headed over to the prep area where a bunch of women were lifting weights to pump up while others were getting their tans sprayed on behind a curtained off area. I’d sprayed Grandma already but was going to do some touch ups here. I was looking forward to it since it’d give me an excuse to get another peak at her naked body.
“Why don’t you start pumping up a little, Grams?” I suggested. She dropped her light robe on a bench. I felt myself getting erect again at the sight of her muscles so nicely offset by the fake tan. I was glad I was wearing my adult diaper. I was sure it’d be getting a lot of use today.
As she walked over to the weight rack, a massive black woman with huge fake tits stepped in front of her. “Are you shitting me?” she said loudly. “This is ridiculous. We’re professional bodybuilders and they’re going to let some little old white lady get on stage with us? This is an insult.” Several other muscle women began to converge on us, mumbling agreement.
“Hey, lady, why don’t you …” I began but Gram’s cut me off.
“I’m sorry, dear. I’m just here to pose. I’m very honored to be allowed to be up here with you.” Grams held out her hand. “My name is Anne.”
The black woman sneered and slapped Grams hand aside. “I’m not shaking your hand. You need to take your old lady ass away from here before I smack you.”
Grandma held up her hands. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I’ll just grab a weight and stay out of your …”
“Yeah, you’ll be out of my way, permanently.” With that she pulled back her fist and slammed it into Grandma’s tummy. “Yeoch,” she yelled as her fist slammed into Grandma’s steely abs. Grams though was off balance and went stumbling back.
“Grandma,” I screamed. I started to dash forward but three of the other women moved between us, while two more grabbed me from behind. I pushed free of the one on the right. She was strong but not Grandma strong, and I was bigger. I figured I could probably fight through one or two of them but I didn’t like my chances against all five.
“It’s between them,” the one still holding me on the left said.
“Fuck off!” I said. I started to push against her while the ones in front moved closer.
“Stop,” I heard Grandma say. She’d caught herself before she could fall and was walking back toward the black woman who was shaking her bruised hand. “Derek, I don’t need you to fight my battles. Look, young lady, I don’t think …” Dammit, Grandma was still trying to be reasonable, but the other woman advanced on her.
She rubbed her knuckles and said, “Ok, maybe your abs are pretty strong. Let’s see how these fake implants hold up though.” She grabbed each of Grandma’s tits in her hands and squeezed them.
“Oww!” Grandma cried.
“What the?” the black woman said, as she kept mauling Grams boobs looking for the implants that weren’t there.
“You bitch,” I cried. I shoved one of the women away hard and raised my fists. I was going to break through these cunts or go down trying.
“Derek!” Grandma snapped, “knock it off! As for you, young lady, I’ve had just about enough of this.” She grabbed the woman’s hands with her own and started to pull them free of her tits. The woman tried to push back. She was a head taller than Grams, fifty pounds heavier, and her arms were at least as big (if softer looking). Her muscles swelled as she tried to push her hands back to Grams’ boobs. It didn’t matter, Grams kept pulling her arms further and further apart with no more effort than I’d pull apart the arms of a ten year old. Her triceps swelled, bulging more and more as she did and looking absolutely shredded.
“Arrrgh, this can’t be. You can’t be stronger than me!” the woman cried, groaning with the effort. My dick became rock hard as Grams stretched her arms as far apart as she could, holding the other woman spreadeagled. Grams pulled her arms back so the black woman was drawn toward her and their bikini clad tits smashed into each other.
“Oww,” the black woman cried as the pressure on her shoulder joints built as Grams continued pulling her arms back. She tried to use her legs to push away, but Grams bent her knees and leaned her body back. Grandma’s calves and glutes looked like steel cables as she kept leaning further back. The black muscle woman’s feet left the floor so that she was practically laying atop Grandma, whose body above the knees was now at a 45 degree angle to the floor.
Even though she was the bigger woman with big muscles, the black woman’s muscles looked soft and rubbery next to Grandma’s. And even though she screamed with the effort, she could do nothing to stop Grandma from stretching her out more and more.
I could see the woman's arms literally begin to pull from their sockets. “Owwww!” She screamed louder. She looked at the other women and said “She’s ripping my arms out! Help me, please help me!”
The other women began to move away from me and toward them, but even though my dick was throbbing painfully from watching Grandma make the big muscle woman beg for help, I was faster. I swept up a steel bench press bar, slid in front of them, and swung it in a wide arc. “The first one of you bitches that comes any closer gets this in their face.”
They hesitated. If they rushed me, they might take me down but at least one or two would get their faces caved in. “But she’s hurting Viv,” one of them said.
“Oh, but you were ok with Viv beating up a 71 year old woman?” I snarled. “Like you said before, it’s between them.” I speared the bar toward a couple of them and they rapidly stepped back.
I used my peripheral vision to see how Grams was doing. Viv’s upper body was locked into Grandma’s so tightly she couldn’t an inch, so in desperation, she began to thrash her legs about hoping to knock Grandma off balance. Instead, Grandma slid her thighs wider and wider apart. When Viv kicked her legs down, Grams brought her thighs back together, trapping Viv’s legs between them. Grandma kept bringing her thighs together and flexed her quads crushing Viv's quads as once again, Grandma’s muscles were superior. Vivs legs smooshed inward, smooshing against each other. Tears streamed from her eyes, “Oh, God, she’s ripping my arms out and crushing my legs. Help! Please God, help!”
I thrust the bar toward the women a couple of times to make sure they were staying back. Precum was spurting from my dick. Watching Grandma overpower this bitch was turning me on so much, I could cum at any moment. Then I saw something I’d never seen before. It kinda scared me, but it turned me on even more. Grandma had an evil look on her face.
She stopped pulling her arms back so Viv’s arms stayed in their sockets, but then said, “So, you were going to pop my implants. I guess turnabout's fair play.” She flexed her powerful pecs. Her massive boobs swelled outward pushing into Viv’s huge fake tits. The fake boobs went backward as Grams mighty breasts advanced, no match for Grams real boob meat backed by Grams incredibly hard muscles. Soon, Viv’s tits had nowhere to go but sideways. Her dark brown skin began to push out from her bikini top. The top stretched and stretched, then with a loud snap, ripped apart and more brown skin spilled out.
Grams tits were almost to Viv’s ribcage. The outline of one of Viv’s implants began to appear underneath Viv’s skin. Oh, God, Grandma was going to pop them like balloons just using her incredible tits. I felt the first blast of cum begin to boil up from my balls. “Oh, God, please don’t pop my implants, Miss Anne. Please, please, I’ll do anything,” Viv begged. “I’m so sorry, please have mercy on me.” She began to blubber incoherently as tears flooded down her face.
I began blasting cum into my diaper again and again as Viv begged. I was nearly overwhelmed by the force of my orgasm but I forced myself to look at the other women, worried they’d try to attack, but they were as enthralled by Grandma’s display as I was. One short, powerfully built woman had stepped back, reached into her bikini bottom and was furiously fingering herself. She was moaning as her own orgasm overtook her.
Grandma’s expression softened and she let Viv slide to the floor, her boobs and body battered but still intact. She looked around at the other women, walked over to the weight rack and pulled off the heaviest dumbbells, the 150 pounders. She turned back to face them and began doing hammer curls with them, showing no more effort than I’d show curling twenty pounders. My dick began to get hard again already. “I think you can put that bar down, Derek. I don’t think we’ll be having any more trouble. Will we ladies?” she said, sneering at them slightly.
The other women looked terrified. They turned around and ran to the other side of the prep area accompanied by my loud laughter. They pretended to ignore us, though I’d keep catching them peeking over at Grandma, a couple of them with more than professional interest in their eyes.
Viv was still bawling near Grandma’s feet. She’d been crying so hard, she began to hyperventilate. Grandma’s anger had faded and she looked shamefaced. “Oh, dear. It’s ok, calm down, dear.” Grandma kneeled next to Viv, “Focus, slow your breathing.” Grams reached into her bag, pulled out several tissues and began wiping the woman’s face. “There, there. I wasn’t really going to hurt you.”
“Thank you, Miss Anne. I’m so sorry. I’m not normally like this. All the dieting, and stress, and chemicals we have to take, I just snapped. Please forgive me.” She hugged Grandma, who gently patted her back. My dick began to twitch watching this powerful woman submitted herself to my even more powerful Grandma.
“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Grams kept reassuring her. “Here, I have a needle and thread in my bag, let me fix your top.” It was turning me on watching Grandma grandmother the big bodybuilder, almost as much as watching her overpower her had. Almost, but not quite.
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Authors note: So I noticed a few typos in my last post and couldn't figure out how to edit, so I'm just reposting it. Doesn't really change much but bugs the heck out of me.
3/3/21
“What do you mean she can’t compete?” My voice began to rise as I confronted Jake Smith, the guy running the Southeastern Regional Bodybuilding show. We’d come to check in and had been sent to see him instead.
He looked at me with the obnoxious look of a petty bureaucrat who enjoys his little bit of power too much. “I’m sorry, but all of the other women in the over-60 category decided they were still concerned about Covid and withdrew.”
“So,” I snapped. “You never announced it was canceled, she paid her fee, she came all the way from Chicago. She should get to pose even if she’s the only one.”
He gave me a loud sigh, “I’m sorry, but we’re not holding an event for one person. We’ll process you a refund.”
“I’m not going to get to pose?” Grandma asked, looking downcast.
“Yes, you are.” I turned back to the man, my voice rising, said, “This is age discrimination. That’s what this is.”
“No, now I’ve spent enough time with you,” he said smugly and began to turn his back on me. No, no, no I was not going to let him get away with cheating Grandma out of her long awaited chance to compete. Luckily, I had one last card to play. I looked around the large staging area where the contestants were pumping up and getting ready. I saw exactly who I hoped to see.
“Hello, Ms. Adams,” I yelled to a woman talking to one of the bodybuilders.
“Hey, Derek Anderson!” she said in surprise. Ms. Adams was a sports writer for the state’s largest paper and nationally syndicated. She’d interviewed me several times since I’d become the QB of the state’s most popular team, but I knew she was also interested in promoting women in sports. “I didn’t know you were a bodybuilding fan. Can I talk to you once I’m done here?” she asked.
“I’d love to talk to you,” I replied. I turned back to Jake, who was looking considerably less smug. “So,” I told him, “is Ms. Adams’ headline going to be the inspiring ‘Star Quarterback’s Grandma Enters Bodybuilding Contest’, or the much less ‘Star Quarterback’s Grandma Victim of Age Discrimination - How Will It Effect Our Shot At A National Championship’?”
He paled. “It’s not age discrimination,” he insisted.
“Well, you tell her that, and we’ll see who she listens to.” I said. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew the answer to that question.
“All right, all right,” he waved his arm placatingly, but he had a crafty glint in his eyes. “We’ve already changed the schedule around so I can’t put the over-60 contest back on, but I can give her a waiver to compete in the open class.”
He smiled at me, the smug look returning. He knew he’d just trapped us. Grandma wouldn’t be facing a bunch of little old ladies. This contest was a qualifier for the Ms. Olympia. She’d be up against some of the world’s best bodybuilders.
“So, I can compete after all? That’s wonderful,” Grandma said, a beaming smile on her face.
“Uhm, Grams, this is a lot tougher competition. You might place pretty low.” I managed to keep myself from saying ‘finish in last’.
“Oh, Derek, I never cared about winning. I just want to compete. It doesn’t matter even if I come in last. Thank you, Mr. Smith, I’ll be happy to compete against all these young ladies.” Smith’s smile disappeared as he realized he was stuck with Grandma in his show.
“Fine,” he hissed, “The prep area is over there. The show starts in an hour.” He stalked off mumbling to himself about delusional senior citizens.
We got Grams papers and headed over to the prep area where a bunch of women were lifting weights to pump up while others were getting their tans sprayed on behind a curtained off area. I’d sprayed Grandma already but was going to do some touch ups here. I was looking forward to it since it’d give me an excuse to get another peak at her naked body.
“Why don’t you start pumping up a little, Grams?” I suggested. She dropped her light robe on a bench. I felt myself getting erect again at the sight of her muscles so nicely offset by the fake tan. I was glad I was wearing my adult diaper. I was sure it’d be getting a lot of use today.
As she walked over to the weight rack, a massive black woman with huge fake tits stepped in front of her. “Are you shitting me?” she said loudly. “This is ridiculous. We’re professional bodybuilders and they’re going to let some little old white lady get on stage with us? This is an insult.” Several other muscle women began to converge on us, mumbling agreement.
“Hey, lady, why don’t you …” I began but Gram’s cut me off.
“I’m sorry, dear. I’m just here to pose. I’m very honored to be allowed to be up here with you.” Grams held out her hand. “My name is Anne.”
The black woman sneered and slapped Grams hand aside. “I’m not shaking your hand. You need to take your old lady ass away from here before I smack you.”
Grandma held up her hands. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I’ll just grab a weight and stay out of your …”
“Yeah, you’ll be out of my way, permanently.” With that she pulled back her fist and slammed it into Grandma’s tummy. “Yeoch,” she yelled as her fist slammed into Grandma’s steely abs. Grams though was off balance and went stumbling back.
“Grandma,” I screamed. I started to dash forward but three of the other women moved between us, while two more grabbed me from behind. I pushed free of the one on the right. She was strong but not Grandma strong, and I was bigger. I figured I could probably fight through one or two of them but I didn’t like my chances against all five.
“It’s between them,” the one still holding me on the left said.
“Fuck off!” I said. I started to push against her while the ones in front moved closer.
“Stop,” I heard Grandma say. She’d caught herself before she could fall and was walking back toward the black woman who was shaking her bruised hand. “Derek, I don’t need you to fight my battles. Look, young lady, I don’t think …” Dammit, Grandma was still trying to be reasonable, but the other woman advanced on her.
She rubbed her knuckles and said, “Ok, maybe your abs are pretty strong. Let’s see how these fake implants hold up though.” She grabbed each of Grandma’s tits in her hands and squeezed them.
“Oww!” Grandma cried.
“What the?” the black woman said, as she kept mauling Grams boobs looking for the implants that weren’t there.
“You bitch,” I cried. I shoved one of the women away hard and raised my fists. I was going to break through these cunts or go down trying.
“Derek!” Grandma snapped, “knock it off! As for you, young lady, I’ve had just about enough of this.” She grabbed the woman’s hands with her own and started to pull them free of her tits. The woman tried to push back. She was a head taller than Grams, fifty pounds heavier, and her arms were at least as big (if softer looking). Her muscles swelled as she tried to push her hands back to Grams’ boobs. It didn’t matter, Grams kept pulling her arms further and further apart with no more effort than I’d pull apart the arms of a ten year old. Her triceps swelled, bulging more and more as she did and looking absolutely shredded.
“Arrrgh, this can’t be. You can’t be stronger than me!” the woman cried, groaning with the effort. My dick became rock hard as Grams stretched her arms as far apart as she could, holding the other woman spreadeagled. Grams pulled her arms back so the black woman was drawn toward her and their bikini clad tits smashed into each other.
“Oww,” the black woman cried as the pressure on her shoulder joints built as Grams continued pulling her arms back. She tried to use her legs to push away, but Grams bent her knees and leaned her body back. Grandma’s calves and glutes looked like steel cables as she kept leaning further back. The black muscle woman’s feet left the floor so that she was practically laying atop Grandma, whose body above the knees was now at a 45 degree angle to the floor.
Even though she was the bigger woman with big muscles, the black woman’s muscles looked soft and rubbery next to Grandma’s. And even though she screamed with the effort, she could do nothing to stop Grandma from stretching her out more and more.
I could see the woman's arms literally begin to pull from their sockets. “Owwww!” She screamed louder. She looked at the other women and said “She’s ripping my arms out! Help me, please help me!”
The other women began to move away from me and toward them, but even though my dick was throbbing painfully from watching Grandma make the big muscle woman beg for help, I was faster. I swept up a steel bench press bar, slid in front of them, and swung it in a wide arc. “The first one of you bitches that comes any closer gets this in their face.”
They hesitated. If they rushed me, they might take me down but at least one or two would get their faces caved in. “But she’s hurting Viv,” one of them said.
“Oh, but you were ok with Viv beating up a 71 year old woman?” I snarled. “Like you said before, it’s between them.” I speared the bar toward a couple of them and they rapidly stepped back.
I used my peripheral vision to see how Grams was doing. Viv’s upper body was locked into Grandma’s so tightly she couldn’t budge an inch, so in desperation, she began to thrash her legs about hoping to knock Grandma off balance. Instead, Grandma slid her thighs wider and wider apart. When Viv kicked her legs down, Grams brought her thighs back together, trapping Viv’s legs between them. Grandma kept bringing her thighs together and flexed her quads crushing Viv's quads as once again, Grandma’s muscles were superior. Vivs legs smooshed inward, squeezing hard into each other. Tears streamed from her eyes, “Oh, God, she’s ripping my arms out and crushing my legs. Help! Please God, help!”
I thrust the bar toward the women a couple of times to make sure they were staying back. Precum was spurting from my dick. Watching Grandma overpower this bitch was turning me on so much, I could cum at any moment. Then I saw something I’d never seen before. It kinda scared me, but it turned me on even more. Grandma had an evil look on her face.
She stopped pulling her arms back so Viv’s arms stayed in their sockets, but then said, “So, you were going to pop my implants. I guess turnabout's fair play.” She flexed her powerful pecs. Her massive boobs swelled outward pushing into Viv’s huge fake tits. The fake boobs went backward as Grams mighty breasts advanced, no match for Grams real boob meat backed by Grams incredibly hard muscles. Soon, Viv’s tits had nowhere to go but sideways. Her dark brown skin began to push out from her bikini top. The top stretched and stretched, then with a loud snap, ripped apart and more brown skin spilled out.
Grams tits were almost to Viv’s ribcage. The outline of one of Viv’s implants began to appear underneath Viv’s skin. Oh, God, Grandma was going to pop them like balloons just using her incredible tits. I felt the first blast of cum begin to boil up from my balls. “Oh, God, please don’t pop my implants, Miss Anne. Please, please, I’ll do anything,” Viv begged. “I’m so sorry, please have mercy on me.” She began to blubber incoherently as tears flooded down her face.
I began blasting cum into my diaper again and again as Viv begged. I was nearly overwhelmed by the force of my orgasm but I forced myself to look at the other women, worried they’d try to attack, but they were as enthralled by Grandma’s display as I was. One short, powerfully built woman had stepped back, reached into her bikini bottom and was furiously fingering herself. She was moaning as her own orgasm overtook her.
Grandma’s expression softened and she let Viv slide to the floor, her boobs and body battered but still intact. She looked around at the other women, walked over to the weight rack and pulled off the heaviest dumbbells, the 150 pounders. She turned back to face them and began doing hammer curls with them, showing no more effort than I’d show curling twenty pounders. My dick began to get hard again already. “I think you can put that bar down, Derek. I don’t think we’ll be having any more trouble. Will we ladies?” she said, sneering at them slightly.
The other women looked terrified. They turned around and ran to the other side of the prep area accompanied by my loud laughter. They pretended to ignore us, though I’d keep catching them peeking over at Grandma, a couple of them with more than professional interest in their eyes.
Viv was still bawling near Grandma’s feet. She’d been crying so hard, she began to hyperventilate. Grandma’s anger had faded and she looked shamefaced. “Oh, dear. It’s ok, calm down, dear.” Grandma kneeled next to Viv, “Focus, slow your breathing.” Grams reached into her bag, pulled out several tissues and began wiping the woman’s face. “There, there. I wasn’t really going to hurt you.”
“Thank you, Miss Anne. I’m so sorry. I’m not normally like this. All the dieting, and stress, and chemicals we have to take, I just snapped. Please forgive me.” She hugged Grandma, who gently patted her back. My dick began to twitch watching this powerful woman submit herself to my even more powerful Grandma.
“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Grams kept reassuring her. “Here, I have a needle and thread in my bag, let me fix your top.” It was turning me on watching Grandma grandmother the big bodybuilder, almost as much as watching her overpower her had. Almost, but not quite.
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:woohoo: can't wait for the real show!
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Bring on the next episode 😀
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Excellent chapter! Grandma is really getting used to being so big and strong, it seems.
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Thanks for another great instalment - would love her to reward her grandson for his attempts at chivalry (even if they were not required).
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K+ for a great chapter
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Yes! Another great chapter, and I love that Granny Anne overpowered this younger, though still veteran bodybuilder, but in the end, didn't want to do her any harm, she wanted to help her, despite all the bad stuff the bodybuilder said to her, so she does have a very nice, motherly tone about her, but can get nasty if her temper gets tested. I like that. k+!
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Awesome chapter. I'm glad she got moved to another class, higher level opponents are nice. Looking forward to grandma's domination.
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Waiting for Grams to deal with her Grandson
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Wow this story is amazing! I'm so happy you were inspired by one of my stories :) Anne is such a sweet character. And i loved all the webcam teasing, such an interesting set up for a story.
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I really hope that this story is continuing.
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And granny dominating grandson!
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Still 3/3/21
Being a local celebrity does have its perks. While the guy running the show was mad he was stuck with my Grandma, the guy promoting the show was really happy to see me there. I found myself put in a premium seat right behind the judges. On my left was an athletic woman about my mom’s age who was VP for an activewear company and on my right was a nerdy looking guy about 10 years older than me who gave a lot of money to the Federation.
I’d told Grams that the people here were serious bodybuilding fans who wouldn’t be getting overly excited about seeing a woman's muscles, but this guy was practically drooling from the moment the host walked out on stage to get things started.
I was far from an expert in judging female bodybuilding, but while a number of the women were taller and a few bigger, Grams biceps peaked far more than any of theirs. Her 10 pack abs were far more defined than theirs, her powerful pecs were bigger than most of their fake breasts. And of course her enormous natural tits were probably bigger than most of their tits put together.
The black bodybuilder Viv came out and the nerd was very impressed with her, judging by both his comments and the tent in his pants. “She’s packing way more muscle than last year.” Considering how easily Grandma had pulled her apart, still not enough, I thought.
The favorite though was a European woman named Natalie. She was an impressively ripped blond and as she flexed, the nerd started rubbing his dick thru his pants right in front of me. I was kind of embarrassed by his lack of control. “Oh, wow, she’s a Goddess,” he groaned. I thought she was nice enough for someone who’d never seen Grams. Her muscles didn’t have the hardness of Grandma’s though.
“And finally,” the announcer said, “we have a 71 year old Grandma from Chicago.” Snickers ran through the audience.
“Are you kidding me,” the nerd declared. “Are they letting anyone in now?”
Grandma walked out in a bilous housecoat covering her from neck to ankle. Her hair was done up in an old lady bun and she had fuzzy slippers on her feet. People began to giggle louder.
“Well, this ought to be good for a laugh at least,” the nerd opined.
As Grandma’s ‘I Am Woman' song began, the laughter got louder.
Grandma walked toward the edge of the stage. With her right hand she ripped off the housecoat as her left dropped her hair down. She went into a double bicep pose thrusting her chest out as she did. The laughter instantly swooshed into gasps of shock.
“Holy shit,” the nerd cried, leaning forward in disbelief.
He wasn’t the only one. People were saying ‘no way’ ‘incredible’ ‘oh god’.
As she hit her most muscular, the nerd started gasping, his pants going wet as goo swished out from them.
I couldn’t resist and said, “You were right, watching her make you cum in your pants was good for a laugh.” He just nodded sheepishly and went back to staring - and rubbing his wet pants.
“She's so dense,” one of the judge’s in front of me said.
“I know,” another judge replied, “she must have been lifting for fifty years. So where the hell has she been all this time?”
“Oh my god,” the third judge, a woman who looked to be a bodybuilder herself, said, “I think her tits are real.
“What, no way.” the first judge declared. “Real tits don’t stick out like that.”
“Yes, yes they are,” the female judge insisted, “look how they gently wobble and jiggle. That’s not plastic. Her pecs are just so big and strong, they’re holding those cantaloupes out.” The woman moaned and I could swear she began to reach her hand down toward her crotch.
As Grandma hit her pose on the words “I am invincible” putting her hands on her hips, throwing her massive chest out and flexing her powerful quads and rippling her abs, I heard more moans throughout the hall. Watching Grandma turning on so many other people, triggered yet another orgasm in me just as the nerd let loose again. Of course, I was wearing my diaper and had learned to hide my reactions, but the nerd’s pants were soaked in jizz while he loudly groaned.
There were more gasps as Grandma finished on her pistol squats, then went into a one armed handstand, lowering her head to the floor, pressing herself back up, then flipping straight back to her feet to finish in one last double bicep pose.
I raced to my feet, cheering. Everyone else did the same.
“I’m glad she’s not my Grandma,” the nerd said while clapping.
“Why?” I asked, surprised.
“Because I’d lose control and start jerking off right in front of her. She’d end up breaking me in half.” I nodded, at least he knew himself.
After the individual posing came the group comparisons. All the women marched out and immediately charged to the front of the stage, closed ranks, and started flexing. I couldn’t see Grandma. What had happened, was she all right?
Then I saw the top of her head, behind one of the other women. The bitches had boxed her out. She moved around behind them. The way the stage narrowed there was no place to go. I started to stand up and scream to the judges, but then I saw two hands push through at the center. One hand pushed the woman on the left, the other, the one on the right. Both women swished into the women next to them. The other women pushed back but it didn’t matter. Grandma pushed half the women one way and the rest the other. They stumbled and the women on the ends hopped back to avoid falling off stage.
Grandma stepped through and flexed again. The other women looked appalled and scared. They immediately scurried away from her so their weak muscles wouldn’t be seen next to Grandma’s superhuman might. Everyone started cheering as Grandma moved back and forth across the stage flexing and showing how much harder, taunter, and bigger her muscles were then anyone else's.
Once the round ended, we waited while the judges scored the contest. They were whispering to each other anxiously but I couldn’t hear them. “Looks like some fuckery is about to happen,” the nerd said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“A lot of times, winning these things isn’t just about who has the best body but who you are.”
I remembered all the figure skating contests I’d watched during the Olympics and realized this was just like that. Grandma wasn’t a name. They didn’t want her here and they didn’t want her winning.
“Grandma,” I said loudly. I repeated myself, “Grandma, Grandma, Grandma.” The nerd took up the chant and so did the sportswear executive next to me. Soon the whole arena was chanting “Grandma, Grandma, Grandma.”
I saw the judges look back at the crowd nervously. I chanted louder.
After several more minutes, everyone calmed down and all the women came back out. The Emcee began announcing the winners. “In third place, Vivian Thomas,” he said, as the black woman Grams had overpowered earlier stepped forward looking quite happy with her result.
“And in second place, Natalie Koralova!” There was a gasp of shock at that, and Natalie did not look at all pleased as she stomped forward.
“Holy, crap, are they really going to do it?” the nerd said.
“And the winner, setting a record as our oldest ever Champion,” the crowd began to cheer, “from Chicago, Anne Anderson.” Grandma was beaming as she stepped forward to accept a trophy taller than her and to have the champions belt placed around her waist. She hefted the trophy overhead, flexing as she did and waving at the crowd.
I got up to go congratulate her but there were a throng of people in front of me. The nerd came with me saying, “I’m going to ask her if she sessions. I’d give a thousand just to feel her muscles.”
I looked at him. I had to admit, I’d kinda grown to like the guy. He was honest in his muscle lust and I’d be pretty hypocritical if I got mad at him for cumming all over himself at the sight of Grams muscles, but still, there are limits. “Dude, if you ask my Grandma to session with you, I swear I will dropkick you into next week,” I told him.
The nerd blanched as he realized who I was and also how much bigger I was than him. He quickly scurried away.
“If your Grandma would like to make more legitimate money, have her call me,” the sportswear VP said, handing me a card. “We have a hard time selling to older women and we might be able to offer a sponsorship.”
I thanked her. Even though my parents are very well off, Grams won’t take their money so I figured she could use the cash living on a fixed income.
As I finally got close to Grandma, I saw her in a heated conversation with Viv. Grandma blushed, looked at her in horror, shook her head, and moved away. I came up to Grandma and said, “Congratulations, Grandma, you did it.” I hugged her.
“I know, I’m very excited,” as she said it though, she looked back at Viv and I could tell she was still flustered by their conversation.
“What did Viv say to you?” I said, feeling myself getting madder and madder. Grams had been so nice to her after she’d been such a rotten bitch.
“It was nothing,” she stuttered, blushing as she did.
“No, it’s not. She has no right to say crap to you.” I was now furious. “I’m going to give her a piece of my mind.” I started to walk toward Viv when I was brought to a painful halt as Grandma grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me back, squeezing my forearm hard enough to make me wince.
“No, it wasn’t like that,” she said.
“Well what was it?” She blushed and started to turn away. “Grandma, what did she tell you?” I asked again.
“She, she, she … invited me to her place. She wanted to worship my muscles and, and, and …oh, it’s too embarrassing.” Her face went blood red.
“And, tell me!” my anger had done a 180 to pure lust at the thought of Viv caressing Grandma’s bulging muscles, kissing them, licking them. My erection returned in full force.
“She said she had something called a strap on and that I could put it in any of her holes I wanted. Can you imagine?” Grams asked, horrified.
Could I imagine Grandma pegging the big, black bodybuilder over and over while flexing her massive muscles as she did, driving Viv to scream in ecstasy until Grams shoved one of her enormous tits into her mouth for her to suck on? As my cock erupted with huge blasts of cum into my diaper, the answer was yes, yes I could.
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Definitely worth the wait! I really liked this chapter, a great deal of it was Grandma Anne showing off her incredibly huge, ripped, sexy body. I liked the addition of the nerd, I think he was definitely someone that the general audience reading this story could be a substitute for. I hope to read more soon! k+!
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Oh man. That was hot. I kind of wish she'd take Viv's offer.
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Very nice - hope she celebrates properly with her grandson…
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K+ keeps getting better
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What a great show. And what a great story.
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Eagerly awaiting Anne and grandson's encounter.
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Awaiting the grandson to get more bold with Grams ... awesome read
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Another amazing chapter!
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Awaiting Grams
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Really hope this story is continuing?
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Let's see...we need Anne and Viv, Anne and Viv and Derek, and eventually Anne and Derek after we find out he was adopted.
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Still 3/3/21
We were walking out to the car. I carried Grams trophy which was taller than her while she carried her gym bag and wore the remains of her house coat which flapped open at the front exposing her massive bikini clad breasts.
Two very large men appeared in front of us just as we stepped onto the parking lot. The one in front of Grandma glared at her and said, “You cheating bitch! My girl was supposed to win that contest so we could be champions together.”
“Uh, oh, that’s Ivan Drusoff, the male champ,” I heard the nerd’s voice on the other side of Grandma. He’d kinda been lurking around us the whole time, desperate to get as close a look at Grams as he dared. I didn’t blame him, so I decided to ignore him as long as he didn’t annoy Grams.
“So what you’re going to do,” Ivan said, pointing his meaty finger at Grandma, “is go back in there and tell them you’ve been doing roids, so they’ll give the championship to my girl.”
Grandma looked at him stunned, not totally understanding what hell he was talking about, but I sure did. “She’ll do no such thing, asshole.”
His almost as big buddy stepped in front of me and said, “I don’t want to get blamed for costing us the National Championship, Mr. Football Star, but if you don’t stay out of this, you’re gonna be playing ball in a wheelchair.”
“Ooh, the men’s runner up too,” the nerd offered.
“Fuck you,” I replied to the runner up, extending my middle finger.
“Ok, you asked for it.” He charged me. He was almost as tall as me and twice as wide, but so were the defensive backs I faced off against and he wasn’t near as fast. When he came close, I slipped to my right, grabbed his left arm with my left hand, and pulled him hard. As he went past me, off balance, I turned and slammed my right elbow down where his neck met his skull. A place where all his muscles did him no good.
He fell chest first. As he hit the pavement, I slammed my foot down atop his head. His face smacked into the asphalt with a satisfying squishing sound. He lay still with blood running from his nose. I raised my fists to Ivan, who was looking at me much more warily than he had been a few seconds ago. “Muscles ain’t the most important thing in a fight, Meathead,” I sneered at him, “come here and let me show you.”
He started toward me, much more carefully than his buddy had. But then, “Derek Jebediah Anderson, what have I told you about not trying to fight my battles?” Grandma said loudly, causing us both to look at her.
No, absolutely not! “No,” I said aloud. “He’s too big.” Even if Grandma was stronger than him, he was so big and had such a long reach, he could bash her face in before she even had a chance to grab him. Grandma was strong, but she wasn’t invulnerable. “No,” I said again.
Grandma looked annoyed at me for a moment, then nodded. “I see. Fine. Mr. Drusoff, if you really want to fight me, I will wrestle you.”
“Huh?” Drusoff and I said at the same time.
“As long as you don’t use your fists, my Grandson will stay out of this, and we will settle this muscle to muscle,” Grandma replied.
“You mean as long as I don’t punch you, he stays out of it no matter how bad I’m beating you up?” Drusoff asked, sticking his thumb toward me.
“No…” I began but Grandma loudly said, “Yes! He will stay out of it.” She looked at me sharply.
“Deal,” Drusoff said. He immediately leapt forward, wrapped his arms around Grams below her arms while turning her so her back was pushed against his chest. He then locked in his hands around his forearms and began to bearhug Grandma, squeezing hard into her massive chest. Grandma’s huge chest squeezed up, with boob meat spilling over Drusoff’s large forearms. The remains of Grams' housecoat fell to the ground. He began to lift her up. Her powerful legs dangled helplessly inches off the ground.
I might have found it erotic if she weren’t my Grandma and if I didn’t know he intended to hurt her. He looked over at me and said, “You know, boy, for an old bag she has really great titties. Once I squeeze the air out of her, I think I’ll titty fuck her and blow my load all over her face while you watch.”
The fuck he would. I didn’t care what Grandma said, I was putting a stop to this. Before I could move though, Grandma said, “Young man, the problem with your idea is that you’re nowhere close to squeezing the air out of me.”
Grandma began to expand her chest, flexing her pecs and lats. Her huge, soft breasts with all that muscle behind them pushed against Drusoff’s arm. His hands began to slip along his forearms. He flexed his huge arms and groaned as he strained to push back. But her chest kept swelling. He tried to lock his hands together but as Grandma’s chest expanded to its full size, his fingers were barely touching. My dick hardened yet again as I watched.
She then grabbed each of his wrists and her own arm and shoulder muscles grew as she began to pull his arms away. As she did, the friction on Grams bikini top was too much and it snapped at the center. Her huge erect nipples shot out as Drusoff’s arms were pulled from them and she dropped back to her feet.
“Holy shit,” the nerd exclaimed, “Mrs. Anderson is stronger than Ivan Drusoff!” He dropped his pants right there and began stroking his dick, his muscle lust way past caring who saw him.
“No, no, she’s not,” Drusoff snarled. He pushed back, his massive arms were bigger than my legs, but it didn’t matter, soon Grandma had forced her arms as far apart as they could go. But she wasn’t out of the woods yet. Drusoff was still much larger and taller. He couldn’t move his arms but he could move the rest of her. He began to thrash his body about, tossing Grandma back and forth so she could barely keep her feet beneath her. He smiled, once he had her off balance he could slam her into the ground.
“Grandma, duck and twist,” I yelled, miming the motion. She nodded at me, ducking low, then spinning around, pulling Drusoff’s arms as she did. Now, Grams was facing him and Drusoff’s right arm was being pulled to his left and his left arm to his right. It was like he was being straightjacketed. Grandma could now pull on his arms as much as she wanted. He squirmed and wriggled, and pulled as hard as he could, but soon his arms were tight against his chest, and Grandma kept pulling.
As his shoulders began to be pulled forward, the look in his face switched from anger to fear - then to pain. “Ahh, ahh, no ,no,” he began to moan as his arms continued to stretch out. He looked around desperately. “Help me,” he said, looking toward the goon at my feet.
I felt the guy begin to move. I slammed my foot on his neck and said, “If you move, I’m going to smoosh your brains all over the asphalt.” The guy quietly laid back down. Drusoff still had one last move though. He began pushing Grandma back using his greater height and weight to keep her off balance even though she continued to keep her iron grip on his arms. I looked past her and realized he was going to try and ram her into a light post.
“Grams, use your legs,” I said pointing at Drusoff’s mid-section. Grams hopped up and wrapped her legs around Drusoff above the waist. She flexed her huge thighs, the quads swelled out in all directions and Drussoff’s sides caved inward.
He immediately stopped and screamed in pain, “Agggh, God, she’s crushing me.” Grandma twisted her weight and Drusoff collapsed onto his back.
“The women's champ is beating the crap out of the men’s champ and she’s twice his age! This is the best day of my life,” the nerd exclaimed. Streaks of jizz were spattered over the asphalt in front of him with more cum dripping off his dick. My own erection was huge as I watched Grandma sit atop him. He tried to buck her, but she just dug her knees into his ribs. He immediately flinched in pain, so she held him in place while she continued to use her mighty arms to pull on his. I could see his arms begin to pull from his shoulder sockets.
“Oh, God, you're ripping my arms out. Aggh! Please stop. Please, merci, uncle, I give up. I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything. Buh, hunh, bunh,” he broke down in sobs. Tears ran out of his eyes. It was just like with Viv, but seeing Grams do it to this even bigger male bodybuilder was so much hotter. I began to cum yet again. He sobbed, “Please don’t. Please, stop hurting me.”
“Do it,” the nerd yelled, “rip his arms out.” Part of me wanted to see her do just that. The guy was a jerk and a bully who’d probably done much worse to others. And it’d be cool to see her do it.
But that wasn’t Grandma. Her eyes softened slightly and she relaxed her muscles a little. Then she did something that really shocked me - she let his arms go. I almost shouted at her. He was free to punch her. I saw him ball up his fist and I could tell he was trying to decide whether his fear of her outweighed his desire to still beat her up, despite his fake apology. Sorry, my ass.
“Derek, would you stop your fidgeting? Mr. Drusoff isn’t going to do anything.” She looked down at him and flexed her bicep in front of his face. It was even bigger, harder, and more pumped than it had been during the show. His fear began to return and his fist relaxed as he stared at the steel hard ball in front of him. “Feel my muscle,” she commanded him.
He put his hand on her bicep. “Squeeze it,” she told him. His huge mitt contracted hard into it. The ball of muscle didn’t move. “Harder!” Grandma commanded.
He groaned as he tried to squeeze it as hard as possible. “I’m squeezing as hard as I can!” he exclaimed, panting.
Grandma seemed to flex even harder, her bicep swelling upward, pushing out his fingers despite his best effort. I restrained a groan, feeling another orgasm coming.
“Now flex your bicep, Mr. Drusoff,” she said. He let her arm go and flexed his own bicep. It was the biggest arm I’d ever seen, bigger than Haney or Schwarzenegger easily. Grandma closed her own hand around it. Her fingers squished into it like it was made of Play-doh. His muscle helplessly twisted as she moved her fingers back and forth seemingly with almost no effort.
Drusoff began screaming even louder than before. “Stop, stop, you're ripping my muscle off. Uhh, uhh, wahhhhh.” He cried, tears of pain pouring down his cheeks. Grandma released his arm and lightly swatted his face with her hand, then again with the back of her hand.
“You were a fool to challenge me,” she told him. “I could crush you as easily as you could crush an egg.” She did a double bicep flex over him. He looked at her with a combination of terror and lust. I loved watching this so much, I came again. But I’d already cum so many times and I hadn’t been able to drink anything in hours. Nothing came out. It was almost as painful as it was pleasurable.
“Hah, look at his crotch,” the nerd laughed. I looked over worried he was pointing at me, but he was looking at Drusoff. A stream of liquid was running along the asphalt. Holy crap, he was so scared of Grandma that he’d pissed his pants.
Grandma stood up and looked toward Drusoff’s crotch. “Weren’t you planning on sexually assaulting me on top of beating me up?” she asked.
He shivered in terror and held up his hands in prayer to her. “No, no, of course not. I was just joking. Please, I’d never have done that.” He started sobbing again.
Grams frowned and said, “I can’t help but believe you’ve done stuff like this to women before.” She reached down and grabbed his pants at the waist, away from where he’d peed, and pulled. They tore apart like tissue paper. The nerd pointed and busted out in laughter as Drusoff’s dick was exposed.
“Ha, ha, my dick is way bigger than Ivan Drusoff’s,” he chortled. This was true. The nerd’s dick was pretty average and no more than half as long and as thick as my own, but Ivan’s penis was tiny. To be fair though, he was terrified.
Grandma snickered slightly, “Mr. Drusoff, your penis would have been totally lost between these breasts.” She flexed her pecs and thrust her chest out. Her huge tits swelled outward, overshadowing Drusoff’s head. Her nipples were rock hard and must have been sticking out two inches and were more than an inch thick. Lust mingled with terror as Drusoff looked up at her. His tiny pecker began to harden. She put her foot on her chest and did a double bicep pose, still thrusting her mighty chest outward. “A man like you should feel honored to even get to look at a woman like me,” she declared. In spite of or maybe because of her mockery, Drusoff’s dick reached its full 4 inch length.
“See, I’m bigger,” the nerd, again fully hard, declared. I was getting hard too. And I was about to get harder.
Grandma suddenly pulled her petite foot away from his chest and put it in front of his lips. Drusoff looked up at her, about to refuse, but when she looked down at him, he blanched and began kissing her toes. Against his will, his lust rose further and he began sucking her toes with passion. Precum started to drizzle from his little weiner as he did, while more tears, this time tears of humiliation, streamed from his eyes.
“Give the Goddess your cum tribute, Ivan,” the nerd said.
“You heard him,” Grandma said.
Ivan began to sob. Desperate to not give in to this last indignity, he managed to mumble out, “No, please.”
“Yes,” Grandma said. She flexed her abs and her legs, while her biceps swelled even bigger. More precum oozed from his penis. “Now,” she quietly commanded.
Drusoff’s hips bucked upward. He groaned loudly and while his dick may have been tiny, he had huge muscles, so his first cum shot arced high into the air. It dropped down hitting him squarely in the nose. Again and again, cum blasted into the air, covering his face with his own jizz.
“Oh, God, this is incredible!” the nerd exclaimed, as he began shooting more cum from his own penis. I felt a bucking underneath my feet. I’d already forgotten about the goon I’d knocked down, but he’d been watching all this too, and it now looked like he was desperately fucking the parking lot as he too orgasmed to Grandma’s might.
I didn’t really want to cum again, but watching Grandma so completely dominate the huge muscle man and make him cum against his will was too much. Somehow my body found some more liquid and I too gave Grandma my cum tribute.
Grandma suddenly seemed to realize that maybe she’d gone too far. She hopped off Drusoff, swept up her tattered dress, and quickly pulled it on, adjusting it to cover the most critical places. She looked over at me and said, “I probably shouldn’t have done that last part.”
I’d already turned my head toward the road leading up to the convention center. Cop cars were slowly making their way over. “Oh, I must have missed it. I’ve been watching the road. The cops are coming. We should probably leave.”
She looked nervously at them. “You’re right, but first.” She walked back to Drusoff. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him halfway to his feet. She faked a punch to his face. He held up his hands in prayer. “If I ever hear of you harming anyone ever, I will hunt you down and break every bone in your weak body. Do you understand me!”
“Yes, oh, God, yes. I’ll be good. I swear.” He kept blubbering as Grandma tossed him back to the ground and walked back to me.
I stomped on the thug at my feet once and said, “That goes for you too.”
As we walked to the car, I put my arm around Grams and said, “Grandma, you were amazing.”
“What are you talking about, Derek? You took down your guy in 5 seconds and then you had to tell me what to do to stop Mr. Drusoff. You’re the amazing one.”
I blushed. “That’s only because you don’t know how to wrestle.” Ooh, I just had another one of my brilliant ideas. “You know, maybe tomorrow I can show you some wrestling moves.”
“That sounds nice,” she replied. The thought of getting to really feel Grandma’s power, minus the being crushed like an egg part, was already making me hard again.
“You know, as the winner of this contest, you get an automatic invite to the Ms. Olympia in a few months. I bet you could win that too,” I told her.
“I don’t know, Derek. I didn’t realize there would be so many mean people involved in this. I’d probably just wind up getting in more fights.”
“So what? I’ll watch your back and you’ll crush them.” This wasn’t a flaw, it was a feature. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my time than watching Grandma turn a bunch of muscle bound himbos and bimbos into crying little bitches.
She shrugged noncommittally and said, “We’ll have to see, Dear.”
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Thank you for another instalment. I hope that we get the next chapter of them wrestling, very soon!
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Nice! Its good to see this story back! K++
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Really love this chapter, it showed her thirst for physical dominance and need to show off her body and it's strength, which I hope will factor in for later chapters. I look forward to more! k+!
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I'm thinking she has an idea what it's doing to her grandson >:D
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Another K+
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It's like Grandma totally has these moments when her elderly grandma facade just crumbles away and something else peeks out momentarily. I love it so much. Then there's the strength and ability to dominate anyone. If grandma learns to fight she'll be almost too dangerous. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens next. It would be interesting if she'd have a rival, who's as old or older than her!
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Eagerly awaiting Anne's next conquest.
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Let’s bring Anne back ... Waiting
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We want Anne
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3/4/21
I woke up to hear a moaning sound. I was about to fall back to sleep when I heard it again, followed by, “Not so loud, dear, Derek will hear.” It was Grandma’s voice.
What the hell was going on?
I hopped out of bed and walked down to the guest room. I heard another voice, a woman’s, say, “Ooooh, oh my God. Don’t stop!”
I peeked into the room through the slightly ajar door, and almost fell over. There lying on the edge of the bed was the massive black bodybuilder, Viv, that Grandma had overpowered earlier. Standing over her was Grandma. She was wearing a huge strapon and was plunging it hard into Viv’s pussy. Viv’s huge fake tits wobbled over her chest from the force of Grandma’s pounding. Her juices were seeping out from her gash each time Grandma pulled back.
“Oh, oh, oh …” Viv moaned over and over again.
“Do you like that, dear?” Grandma asked.
“Oh, God yes. Yes! Please, Miss Anne, flex for me. Flex your mighty muscles.”
“Of course,” Grams replied. Thrusting her hips in and out to continue pumping the dildo into Viv, Grandma did a double bicep flex. Her huge man breaking rocks of muscle swelled upward. Her pecs pulled her tits high up on her chest so even though they were natural, they swelled up even bigger and firmer than Viv’s fake ones. Still thrusting, Grandma leaned in so Viv could start sucking on one massive nipple. Her hands began caressing Grams biceps. Her moaning became faster and faster.
Grandma straightened up, lifting Viv off the bed and holding her, she began rapidly raising and lowering Viv on the dildo as if she weighed no more than a child. The 200 plus pound woman could do no more than hang on. Viv yelled, “Oh, God, you’re so strong. Don’t stop! Ahhh! I’m cummmming!!!”
She was so loud, I was surprised my parents didn’t come storming downstairs. She flopped around in Gram’s arms as if she were being electrocuted. It went on and on.
Finally she began to calm down. “That was incredible, Miss Anne. You’re incredible. Say the word and I’ll leave my husband for you. All I want to do is be your muscle bitch and worship you.”
Grandma chuckled and then looked over at me, “Did you enjoy the show, Derek?” I blushed, I’d been so enthralled, I’d walked all the way into the room without realizing it. I’d also forgotten that I was totally naked.
Viv turned, looked at my rock hard dick and added, “Why don’t you come over here, pretty boy. You can be the white meat in our muscle sandwich.” Oh, wow, I took a step toward them, but then I felt liquid flooding over my face.
I opened my eyes in my darkened bedroom as another streak of cum fired from my dick and struck my nose. Dammit, it’d only been a dream, but such a powerful one, I’d cum in my sleep. More cum kept landing as the memory of being between them still stuck out in my mind. It’d been years since I’d had a wet dream like that. Finally, it was over and I pulled a wad of tissues off the nightstand to clean up.
I was about to go back to sleep when I heard Grandma’s voice clearly say, “Yes, dear, you’re so handsome.”
I stood up and made sure that this time I was really awake and not in some weird Inception-like dream within a dream thing. I crept out and walked to Grandma’s room and carefully peeked inside. Grandma was in bed and looked like she was asleep, but she was writhing around atop the covers and speaking to herself.
I remembered that Dad had told me how she’d occasionally sleep walk and talk when she’d had a stressful day. Getting into two fights and winning her first bodybuilding contest would probably qualify. I was about to back out when she said, “I don’t care if it’s a sin. Fuck me. Fuck me, Derek. Put that huge dick in your Grandma.”
Holy crap! Grandma was having a sex dream … a sex dream about me!
She ripped open her night dress. She was naked underneath. She thrust her hips up and down. Then she inserted a finger in her pussy as if she were being fucked by an imaginary me. I carefully walked closer to her bed. Her eyes were screwed shut. If she was really awake, she was doing a good job faking it.
She kept moaning. Despite having just come, my dick was so hard and I was so horny, it was all I could do not to jump atop her and act out her dream. I might have if it wasn’t for the way those huge thighs kept swelling each time she thrust upward. The steel cords swelled so hard, I’d risk being crushed between them.
As her huge breasts wobbled back and forth, I realized there was an easier target. Dad had said it was impossible to wake Grams when she sleep walked. You had to wait until she woke up on her own. So I plunged my mouth over one massive nipple and began to suck the thing. As I did, I flicked my tongue over the grape sized thing. Grandma moaned louder and said, “Yes, dear, suck Grandma’s big titties. Suck them hard.”
I froze and again looked up toward Gram’s eyes. They were still shut. Could she really be asleep? “Yes, I love that. Love it.” she rambled on. I decided that she must still be talking in her sleep, but had maybe worked what I was doing into her dream. She moaned louder as Dream Me must have given her an orgasm. She pulled her arm back by her head. Her huge biceps flexed repeatedly as the orgasm washed over her. I kept waiting for her to open her eyes, but she still didn’t.
I decided just sucking her tits wasn’t enough. I was going to cum soon, but I didn’t want to just blow my load into the air. I carefully pulled myself onto the bed. I straddled Grandma and let my dick fall between her tits. Even though she was laying down, her pecs held her tits so firmly that the gap between them was the perfect width for my cock to slide through. I began thrusting back and forth. Her breasts were so big, that only the tip of my 13” rod made it past the top of them.
I leaned forward and began caressing her huge biceps, bulging balls of muscle even when she wasn’t flexing them. After only a dozen or so strokes through that canyon of tit flesh, I felt a massive orgasm building in my balls. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t thought this through. I was going to plaster Grandma’s face with my jizz. Even if that didn’t wake her, would she sleep thru me wiping it off, cause I clearly couldn’t leave my cum all over her.
I began to look around for something to shoot my wad into. Maybe her pillow. I started to grasp for it, but I was too slow and too turned on. The cum was boiling out of my dick. Against my will, my hips thrust forward into Gram’s massive breasts pushing my dick up to touch the tip of her chin. “Ahhhhhhhhh,” I moaned, unable to stop myself.
But just as the first blast shot forth, Grams bent her head forward, opened her mouth and put it over the tip of my penis. She gently licked the tip with her tongue as she wrapped her lips around it. “Oh, God,” I moaned aloud as I fired a massive wad of cum straight into Grams mouth. It felt like I was peeing, so much juice shot out in that first blast alone. With the second one, Grams cheeks began to swell up like a chipmunk’s as she tried to suck it all down. It kept going and going. I kept groaning in ecstasy the whole time. She had to be awake and knew what she was doing. Nobody could sleep through that. Right?
But after my orgasm finally ended, and after a dozen massive streams of jizz had shot down Grams throat, she leaned back, my penis fell from her mouth, she turned her head sideways, and began snoring softly. I looked at her eyes, they were still closed. I slowly got off the bed. I found a tissue and carefully wiped up the cum that had leaked out the corners of her mouth. I covered her up then backed out of the room.
My dick was already hard again just thinking about what had just happened. I’d have to jerk off three more times before I could sleep.
I decided that I'd finally had enough. I couldn’t take anymore of this.Tomorrow, when we wrestled, I was going to put the move on her. I’d either fuck her, or she’d crush me like an egg.
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F$cking hot. Great Karma to you
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Loved it, I am just so into this storyline, and I hope it goes further with Anne wanting to get it on with her grandson, that would be really, really hot. k+!
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Anne is getting started 😀
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I’m desperate for this story to continue. I check a couple of times a day to see if there is any update, lol
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Guess we all are eagerly awaiting the next chapter
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3/5/21
Grandma stood in front of me in the weight room in just a sports bra and lycra shorts. She held her hands out and crouched slightly. Her quads bulged and seemed to be stretching the shorts to their limit. Her boobs jiggled a little in the sports bra. “Ok, how do we do this?” she asked enthusiastically.
I felt my dick harden looking at her powerful body. The contrast between that and her pretty but elderly face made me even more excited. That a 71 year old could be stronger than a young jock like me made it all the better. I’d skipped out on my underwear and my adult diaper for our match, though I’d made sure to jerk off multiple times in the last hour so I wouldn’t blow my load until I was ready to go for broke.
“Well, since you’re probably never going to be entering any tournaments, we’ll do freestyle wrestling in the neutral or standing position. We’ll keep going until someone gets a pin or a submission, then we’ll start again.”
She nodded and said, “Great, let’s go.” Her eyes were lit up with excitement. I was excited too at the thought of rolling around with her but I also felt an odd knot in my stomach. I realized with a start that it was fear. As she moved forward, I actually felt a little afraid. I remembered how easily she’d crushed that freakishly huge bodybuilder last night. And seeing how excited she was made me a little nervous that she might have enjoyed that fight more than I realized.
Luckily, I’m not without my own talents. As she came forward, I grabbed her forearm, which was hard as a rock, spun her around and pushed her down. I followed her, letting my hard dick land on her butt. Off balance, she toppled over. Remembering that I was supposed to be teaching her, I said, “Grams, it doesn’t matter how strong you are if you don’t keep your center of gravity low and above your feet, I can still knock you off your feet.”
I wrapped my arms under hers and locked my hands behind her neck. “This is a full nelson,” I told her as I let my dick slide up and down the crack of her ass through my shorts. “It’s almost unbreakable.” I was practically humping her. She had to feel it.
She tightened her butt muscles, massaging my cock, as she pushed her bulging triceps against my biceps. I suppressed a groan as those glutes flexed into my cock almost trapping it in the crack of her ass. The pain in my biceps grew though as her mighty tri’s pushed into them. Then she casually brought her arms down. “Arggh,” I cried as my hands were pulled apart, painfully scraping my fingers against each other.
“It doesn’t seem that unbreakable, dear,” she told me.
She started to turn toward me but again she was leaning forward and lifting one leg up as she did. So I pushed her shoulder with one hand while reaching around and tugging on the back of her raised thigh with my other. She plopped down on her butt and I quickly pushed her down. I dropped atop her with my dick landing right on her crotch. I pushed her arms above her head before she could react and wrapped my legs around her’s and shoving them apart in a grapevine. Maybe with enough leverage, I could hold her down. “You let yourself get off balance again, Grams. This is a grapevine, where I try to spread your legs apart until it hurts and then I pin you down.”
As I did this, the head of my dick came right against her pussy through her shorts. I thrust my hips so the cloth covered tip drove into it, pushing her stretchy shorts inward. She moaned slightly, her eyes narrowed into small slits, and I felt her hips rise up to push me in a little more. I felt pre cum begin to leak out between us. This was it, I was going to fuck her even if I had to ram my cock thru both our shorts.
Just as I was about to try, her eyes snapped open and I felt my legs begin to be pushed back together. She started to pull her arms down. I groaned in pain as my own arms and legs were unable to resist even though I had all the leverage. As her legs came together, I realized I’d be trapped if I didn’t move fast. Part of me was tempted to stay nestled right where I was, but I was too scared of having those big bone crushing quads scissor me.
I spun off to her right. I kept hold of her right arm and plopped my legs atop her huge breasts, feeling her hard nipples press into the back of my thigh. I noticed that both our shorts had big wet spots on them as I locked in an arm bar. “This is an arm bar, Grams. I can now bend your arm to hyperextend your elbow and force you to submit,” I told her.
I now had infinite leverage and decided to just pull her arm enough to demonstrate it and not hurt her. But I couldn’t budge her arm any further! There was no way even she should be able to withstand it, but like a piece of steel pipe, I couldn’t bend her arm. Then she began to flex her bicep and twist her shoulder. I went up and over her. My body brushing against her chest pulled her bra down, letting her mammoth tits come free. I let go of her arm and rolled away before she could grab me with her free arm.
I sprang to my feet. As Grams got up, she struggled to shove her huge boobs back into her top. “Can’t worry about a wardrobe malfunction in a fight, Grams,” I said, ramming into her right tit face first. I let my lips rub against her fat nipple. I tried to lever her to the ground, but this time she crouched and put her feet back to push against me. Again, I reluctantly gave up my nice position of my mouth on her tit before she could grab me.
We were at a bit of a standoff. She’d learned how to stay low, spread her legs, and balance herself so that my efforts to push her down were no longer working. Fortunately, my speed was enough that I could keep her from getting a grip on me. By now we were both covered in sweat. I was mesmerized by watching drops run down her breasts as they bounced and jiggled, then swelled when she flexed her pecs each time she made a grab for me. And so I made my first and last mistake.
Those huge titties were such a tempting target, I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed them, squeezing them as I did, and slung them to the left, thinking their huge weight would throw her off balance so I could get her down again. I neglected those pecs though. They instantly snapped those babies right back into place, so by sliding her leg, she was able to stay upright. And I’d left myself open as she grabbed my forearm in an iron grip. I tried to pull free but she pushed her arm down and behind her back, dragging my body into her as if I were a toy.
She reached down with her free hand and grabbed my leg just above the ankle. She then lifted me by the ankle and the arm in front of her, squatting as I’d taught her when lifting a heavier weight in the air. I heard an, “Ahhhhh,” noise and realized it was coming from me as I rose helplessly over her head.
I wobbled off balance as she held me by one leg and one arm. She twisted her wrists causing me to shake helplessly over her head. Her biceps bulged obscenely as she jiggled me. She looked up and said, “Wow, Derek, you are way harder to handle than that meathead yesterday, but I think I finally have you.”
I kinda of nodded because I couldn’t speak. I was so turned on by her display of power, my dick felt like it would explode at any second. Precum had so completely soaked my shorts that drops started dripping down, one landed right on Gram’s left tit and ran down along it to pool up onto her fat nipple.
“Not ready to submit?” she asked, taking my silence for defiance. She slammed my body toward the floor. I forced myself not to cry out as I braced for what was sure to be a painful impact even onto padded mats. At the last moment though, she slowed my body and gently plopped me down. She straddled me, effortlessly pulling my arms down to my sides, pinning them helplessly against my body.
She then wrapped her legs around mine despite my best efforts to keep them free, they were just too strong. “So, you said this was a grape vine?” she asked as she hooked my calves and began to spread her legs apart. It was a poor grapevine, but my legs were stuck outside her huge thighs and she was surprisingly flexible. I was being helplessly split apart.
“Arrgh,” I moaned. I tried to tap out but my arms were pinned so tightly to my side I couldn’t. The pain level in my groin soared. If she kept going I’d be really injured. “Stop! Grandma, please stop, please! You’re hurting me!” I cried, feeling like a wimp but also turned on by how easily she’d overpowered me.
“I’m sorry, dear. I sometimes forget how much stronger I am than you.” she said, immediately relaxing her legs. With the pain gone, I could focus on my lust, as she lifted herself partly off of me, I readjusted my hips and rammed my dick back up into her crotch. “Hmmmm,” she moaned. She pushed her weight back down and my cloth covered cock again began to push into her cunt even with the layers of cloth between us. I began to forcibly thrust upward, my penis head was half way in. She responded, we were openly humping each other.
Her moans grew louder. Her eyes had closed and her breathing was shallow. It was time to push even further. My hands were free enough that I hooked my thumb under her shorts, as she rose again, I began to pull on them at the same time I used my fingers to start pulling my own shorts down.
I was going to yank both our shorts down and ram my naked penis full on into her pussy. This was it. It was going to happen. I was going to fuck grandma!
Just as I did though, she suddenly looked down at me, snarled in anger and yelled, “NO!” She pushed off of me, looking down at me with a raging fury. Her huge breasts heaved upward and every muscle in her body flexed as if she was about to rip me to pieces. I slid backward in terror. I’d totally misread her. She may have fantasized about sex with me, but she clearly didn’t want to actually have sex with me.
“Grandma, I’m sorry, I didn’t …” My voice petered out, what the heck could I say? Even if she didn’t kill me, I was going to be disowned.
“Derek, I need you to leave right now.”
“Grams, it was a misunderstanding,” I said desperately hoping she’d believe me.
“Because if you don’t,” she continued, “I’m going to rape you.”
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Grams is such a spoilsport vK+
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Good to see you back again, Mr.Purple357, I have liked this story from the beginning, I hope you are going to continue this soon! k+!
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Brilliant chapter
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Come on Anne. It's two consenting adults. Can't wait.
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Thanks for another excellently written chapter - Anne drives me crazy and it’s only a story!
Hope she succumbs to temptation asap.
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Impatiently waiting for the next installment of Anne's muscles.
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Seconded :)
Impatiently waiting for the next installment of Anne's muscles.
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Awaiting the next episode 😀
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Anne is taken a month to grow more muscles and sex appeal ... 8)
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Still 3/5/21
I stared at Grandma. Finally, I said, “What.”
She looked at me then lurched forward as if she was going to attack me. Then her face changed to one of horror and shame. She crossed her arms over her huge breasts, hiding the huge nipples behind her big biceps but pushing the tit meat even higher - which was almost as good. She turned her head as if she couldn’t meet my eyes and I saw tears begin to roll down her cheek. “I’m sorry, Derek, but I’ve been a terrible Grandma to you.”
“No, you haven’t. That’s ridiculous,” I told her, wanting to hear more about her raping me.
She sighed. “It’s true, I’ve been deceiving you. When I started working out and getting fitter, I began to have desires. For the first time in many years, I began to think about …” she hesitated, then blurted out, “SEX. You sent me videos of you working out and, and, and … I pleasured myself while watching you.” She began weeping louder and turned away from me, which was good because my hand was on my rock hard dick thinking about her jerking off while watching me.
“You’re just so handsome and young and fit, I couldn’t help myself even though I knew it was so wrong. I began to let my clothes slip free during our video calls hoping to excite you. Once I even left the video link on, undressed in front of the camera, and pleasured myself to one of your videos, hoping you might be watching.” Ahh, at least that explained that time I’d gotten to watch Grams naked masturbating.
“I thought coming here and seeing you in person would cure me of my lust for you. Certainly, I couldn’t actually get excited for my own Grandson with him right there? But it was worse, when you massaged me, I had the most incredible orgasms. Each time it happened, I vowed I wouldn’t let you massage me again, but I couldn’t resist, I craved the pleasure you gave me so much.”
“When your friend visited us and I realized that I was turning him on so strongly, I kept going, hoping you might have the same reaction. It was the same yesterday with that obnoxious bodybuilder. I teased him with my muscles and my breasts but really I hoped you would become just as turned on as that little, nerdy guy who lost all control of himself.”
I noticed her hands had dropped from her breasts and her breathing was picking up as if telling me this was making her horny all over again. “Then, last night I dreamed you came into my room and stuck a massive penis the size of a policeman’s nightstick between my breasts. I could barely get the head into my mouth. I licked it and sucked on it until it exploded, blasting cum down my throat. This morning, I spent an hour masturbating myself to that dream, cumming harder than I ever had before.”
“Wow,” I said aloud.
Grandma nodded. “Yes, I’m a monster and no matter what I did, it didn’t matter. You never responded. You were always the perfect gentleman, the perfect Grandson.” Holy crap, maybe I should quit football and focus on acting instead. I’d clearly done an even better job of hiding my lust than I’d realized.
She looked back at me. Her hand began to gently stroke her crotch and she began panting. “I realize now that I can’t control myself. My desire for you is too great. If you don’t leave, I’ll have to take you, because now I know that you can’t stop me!”
She lurched forward in a most muscular pose, those huge muscles swelling as she did, but then she added, “Hurry, go please, before it’s too late.”
I stood still a moment, then I pulled my shirt off. “What are you doing?” she gasped. I’ve been told by many people who aren’t my Grandma that I’m really handsome, and while I may not have Grams great strength, I do have the bod of a ripped, 6’5” football star. I tightened my own six pack abs and flexed my arms as I stretched them overhead. “Oh, God. Stop it, Derek,” she cried. With one hand she ripped away her shorts like they were made of tissue paper then shoved the index finger of her other hand into her dripping gash right in front of me. “I, I can’t take it …”
“Well, Grams,” I told her, “you gotta do what you gotta do, and if that means raping me over and over again, well that’s what you’ll have to do.” With that, I pulled my own shorts down. My penis had been trapped against my stomach by the waist band and now flopped free as big as a policeman's baton. A continuous stream of precum dripped off as I desperately tried from blasting Grams with my man juice right then and there, because the only thing that turned me on more than the thought of seducing Grandma, was the thought of her raping me.
“Oh, God, it’s like my dream.” She charged toward me and putting one hand on each side of my waist, lifted me overhead as if I were a feather. With my dick now inches from her eyes, she exclaimed, “It’s as big and hard as in my dream. I have to have it inside me!”
I felt myself flying toward the ground and for a moment wondered if I’d just made a big mistake turning Grams on so much. But just before I hit, she slowed and gently set my 220 pound body lightly on the ground. She straddled me, then lowered herself onto my dick which was sticking straight up. “I’m so, so sorry, Derek,” she moaned as the head of my cock finally penetrated her. “Ahhh!” she groaned as her weight pressed me deeper into her.
I felt myself panting for breath as I felt the most incredible sensations. Grams might have been a 71 year old woman but those super strong muscles made her pussy tighter and more lively than any woman I’d ever been with. As those muscles rippled along the length of my shaft, I groaned and could no longer hold it in. I thrust my hips up into her and blasted out a massive shot. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I cried, embarrassed I hadn’t held off longer.
“Oh, my,” she moaned, “It’s getting even bigger inside me. Ahhh, ahhh, ahh,” she gasped as her own orgasm kicked off. With one more upward thrust, I was finally fully inside her. “Yes!” she yelled. I felt her muscles clamp down hard against my penis just as I tried to fire off another shot. It didn’t hurt, but not a drop of my jizz could escape.
I bucked helplessly again and again trying desperately to unload more cum but her muscles were so firmly pressing around the base of my penis, nothing would come out. Finally, she relaxed for a moment and I launched another shot, then again her pussy clamped down around my dick. Over and over, my orgasm went on and on until after more than a minute, I was able to finally fully unload. It was ten times longer and better than any orgasm I’d ever had.
Her own orgasm finally ended. She sat there panting for a moment, then she looked down at me and her expression of joy turned to one of horror. “Oh, God, oh God! What have I done? I’m so…” Before she could keep going I pushed myself up and slammed my lips into hers and began to kiss her passionately. I thrust my tongue in her mouth and pulled her back down atop me so her massive tits were crushing into my chest. She stopped resisting and began kissing me back. Even her tongue was strong as she overpowered my tongue and pushed it deep in my mouth. Still hard, I began to again thrust upward into her. She moaned again and started to match my motion.
I started to run my hands over her arms and felt her biceps flex as she pushed herself up and down atop me. She broke our kiss and began breathing hard. As she did, I ran my hands down along the sides of her tits still swelling around my chest even though her chest was now more than a foot above me. I pulled one of the watermelon sized things forward and wrapped my lips around the hugely swollen nipple. It must have been 2 inches long and an inch wide. I began to suck hard on it.
Grams threw one arm above her head, her massive bicep swelling as she did. “That feels incredible, Derek. Don’t stop.” As if I would. “I’m going to cum again. How are you doing this to me?”
As her pussy muscles again began to contract around my dick again, I could feel my own orgasm starting. I nibbled her nipple between my teeth. “YES! Harder!” she cried. Overwhelmed by my own desire, I bit down upon it as I shot a load of cum into her. As before, her pussy wrapped so firmly around my penis, I was again thrusting into her repeatedly just to get a single blast of cum out. Incredibly, I had an even longer and stronger orgasm than the one I’d just had.
Finally we both ended. She looked down at me. I thought about how sexy she looked even though her hair was gray and she had wrinkles. For a moment, I worried she still felt guilty, but then she smiled and said, “I don’t care that it’s wrong. This has been incredible. Oh, my! Are you still hard?
“Oh, yes, Grandma, and I’ll get even harder if you flex for me.
“So you do like my muscles,” she declared.
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:wow: :bravo: :rock:
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So who’s the happier person ? … Anne or the grandson ?
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Love this story K++++++++
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Bring in the next installment ? 😀
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The wait is long
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Anne, please come back. I miss you.
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How about, several years later Anne is looking for a wife to satisfy Derek and old girlfriend comes back and wants to be trained by Anne. We see her progression and finally blessing by Anne to be Derek's wife. I would write it if I could.
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New story please!
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Hi all,
I have created a character based on Grandma Anne's Super Covid Workout https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=822594.msg2707460#msg2707460 a story that fascinates me completely.
You can find her at:
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Her name is Julia...I hope you like it!
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Still 3/5/21
“How do you like this then?” she asked. Still straddling me, she flexed her biceps over me. They swelled to their full 19” girth. I groaned and felt my erection, which hadn’t really gone down, swell inside her even bigger than before. Grams gasped. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said.
She leaned forward so I could easily caress them. I squeezed them as hard as I could be. I couldn’t dent them even slightly. She flexed her pecs and her mammoth breasts pushed forward into my face. She flared her lats, causing them to pull away. Repeating the sequence, her breasts kept going in and off my face. “Oh, God, Grams, I’m already about to come again.” I felt a little bad that I wasn’t lasting longer.
She moaned, “That’s fine, I’m already there too. Here, let's see what this does to you.” She lowered her huge right bicep down to my lips. Wildly, I began to lick and kiss it. My balls began to clench. Overcome with lust, I tried to put as much of my mouth over the massive muscle as I could. My whole body was shaking as I was about to have another monster orgasm. I let my teeth graze the huge rock. When Grandma didn’t respond, I bit down harder. Somewhere in my mind, I knew I might hurt her, so I held back but then she moaned, “Oh, yes, Derrick, your kisses feel so good.”
My kisses?!?! I couldn’t believe it, so I bit down into her muscle as hard as I could, but it was so solid and dense, my teeth couldn’t even penetrate the taunt skin covering it. I began to come again, desperately thrusting inside her as I launched blast after blast into her. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” I cried over and over. I felt her iron hard muscles clench around my dick as she began to match my cries. The sweet squeezing, just below the edge of pain, kept my orgasm going longer than I thought any man’s could.
Finally, she lay in my arms and we cuddled. “Oh, Grandma,” I declared, “I think the only thing that turns me on more than watching your muscles is seeing the incredible feats of strength you can do with them.” I began kissing her deeply. We spent long minutes making out as I let my hands roam up and down her body, feeling her bulging glutes, her iron hard back, and her powerful shoulders. This time we came together in a much more calm and loving manner.
When we finally finished, I stretched out, snagged my water bottle and took a big long drink, hoping I could resupply all the liquid I’d lost. I handed her the bottle. She took a drink then sat back up and let some of the water drip down her mouth to flow over those huge breasts. Entranced, I sucked the droplets off her nipples, then licked more off her platter sized aureola. She moaned as I kept working my tongue all around her tits. “So, you like my strength too. Hmm.”
She reached out behind me and grabbed up a 25 pound curling bar. She lifted it overhead and straddled me, then adjusted her hands so she was holding each end of the bar. “Watch closely,” she said. I wondered what she would do? Toss it up into the air then catch it or twirl it around like a cheerleader with a baton? Instead, she flexed her chest, then her biceps, I noticed her hands starting to twist outward.
She was trying to bend the bar, I realized with a start. I felt my dick rise again as I lay in front of her and imagined the feat. It was clearly impossible though, the steel bar was a solid inch thick. Still, it was really cool to see her flexed like this. The shelf of her pecs had bulged three inches in front of her and her massive boobs lifted straight out like two watermelons cantilevered off her chest. Her biceps swelled even larger than when I felt them before.
Drops of sweat formed on her skin. One rolled down her right breast to her nipple which had swelled to more than two inches in length. The droplet beaded up on that huge nip and splashed down atop my cock which spasmed in response. I moaned as pre cum leaked out (I couldn’t believe I still had any left). “It’s ok, Grandma, you’re incredible anyway. Don’t hurt yourself.”
She looked down at me and smiled, “Shh, Boy! Grams is concentrating.” I looked back at the bar. It started to vibrate, there was a squealing noise … and then … it began to bend at the center.
“Oh, God, Grandma! You’re doing it! You’re really doing it!” The bar was already bent at a 45 degree angle, the squealing became even louder as the metal collapsed in on itself.
“Of course I am dear. You’re Grandma’s gotten much stronger than this flimsy steel bar.” As she said this, her hands came together.
“AHHHHHHHHH,” I screamed as my dick spewed a blast of cum that fountained up and struck the bar where it had been bent. The cum sizzled off the metal; the heat generated from Grams working the metal having made the point of the bend boiling hot.
Cum kept fountaining out of me like a children's science project volcano as Grandma added, “You haven’t even seen the best part. Watch this.” She pulled her arms back apart, straightening the bar, then she kept spreading her arms. The bar where it had been bent began to stretch like a piece of taffy, until Grandma's arms were almost fully outstretched, when it snapped with a loud ‘PING’. Grandma waved the two pieces in front of me. “Taa Daa!”
I clapped like a little kid, “Oh, Grams, that was incredible. I loved watching you do that!”
“I could tell,” she said drily, eying the huge puddles of cum all around my dick. “But I just love making you happy.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I could have fallen asleep right then and there. I was exhausted, but I didn’t want to end this without giving her more pleasure in return. And I had one idea that I thought might work - and keep me hard.
“Grams, could you get on your hands and knees?” I asked.
“Of course,” she replied, doing as I asked. As I moved behind her, she added, “Ooh, kinky stuff!”
I suppressed a laugh at Gram's idea of ‘kinky stuff’ and instead focused on my view of her in the wall mirror. Her enormously mighty breasts hung down beautifully so I could see a great side view of all that tit meat. As she moved, they rocked back and forth like a pendulum. Her nipples grazed the floor mat as they moved. I kneaded her rock hard glutes as I moved my dick toward her dripping pussy.
“This is a great view, Derek. I can see all of your handsome body and your huge penis. Yes, this was a good idea, do it, shove it in!” she moaned. I did as she asked. “Oh, oh,” she cried, “this is great. You're getting me in a whole different way!” She began enthusiastically ramming her muscled butt back into me. I responded and we quickly had a nice back and forth motion going.
As we did, I watched the mirror as Grams’ tits careened back and forth. Each time she flexed her pecs, her boobs rose upward and expanded outward. When she relaxed them, they crashed back down to the floor with a slap, jiggling like very firm jello. Back, forward, up, down, wiggle and wobble … It was a mesmerizing sight.
“Oh, Derek,” Grams’ cried as her body shook and her boobs started shaking furiously. “This is amazing … ah, ah, ah,” she continued. I finally felt I could last a little while like this and I kept hammering it home, determined to make sure Grams’ had at least as good a time as I’d had.
Finally, after she’d come at least three times, Grandma said, “Oh, Derek, you’re a machine, but I’ve had more orgasms today than I’ve had in the rest of my life combined.” She clamped her powerful pussy on my cock. I could no longer move it in and out. Instead, she began massaging it with her dick crushing vaginal muscles. “So I need you to cum … NOW!” I immediately obeyed and let loose one more massive final round of my seed deep inside of her.
Totally spent, I collapsed to the floor, barely able to keep my eyes open. Grandma lay next to me, pulling me into her with her powerful arm. I nuzzled my head between her massive breasts and lay my right hand atop the nipple of her left breast. I would have fallen asleep then, but she said, “That was so wonderful. It’s too bad we can’t do that again.”
“What, no,” I replied. “Just let me sleep a little and I’ll be ready to start all over again.” My fingers gently rubbed her fat nipple.
“That’s not what I meant. I’m going back to Chicago in two days and your parents are going to be home the rest of that time.”
“Not a problem,” I told her. “I’m going with you. I’m dropping out of school and moving to Chicago so we can be together all the time.”
All of a sudden I was plopped onto the floor as she rose back up. “You’re what!?!” she asked sharply.
“Coming with you. I want to make love to you all the time, everyday, forever. That’s all I want to do.”
“Absolutely not!” she said. “I love doing this also and I would like to do it a lot more too. But you are a brilliant young man with an incredible future and I will not see you waste that potential and become some kind of … some kind of slacker.” She hissed the word ‘slacker’.
“But Grandma!”
“Don’t but me, young man,” she waved her finger. “You will stay in school and you will fulfill your true potential or...” She hesitated for a long moment, then added, “ … or I will never see you again.”
“What? No, not that. Please, Grams,” I begged.
“It would break my heart and some other parts of me too, but I’m still your Grandma and I have to do what’s best for you even if you don’t realize it.”
“Ok,” I sobbed, “you win. I’ll stay in school.” The thought of being away from Grandma for months was heart wrenching. But the thought of not seeing Grandma and her huge muscles and her gigantic breasts and her incredible strength ever again was inconceivable.
We lay back down together, but now I was wide awake. What could I do to make Grams happy and still be with her as soon as possible?
If I took a full load of summer school classes and an extra class in the fall and summer, I could graduate next year instead of the year after. AND if I really upped my football game, maybe I could get picked in an early round of the NFL draft, so I could get a big enough signing bonus to buy a house for both of us.
Yes! That was the answer. I was going to do that. It’d be a hard year, but it’d all be worth it when I finally got Grandma forever.
Epilogue:
A transcript of ESPN’s NFL draft coverage for Apr 2022.
Greenberg: Hello, football fans. I’m Mike Greenberg and with me today is Mel Kiper, Jr. Welcome to Las Vegas as we kick off the first round of the 2022 NFL Draft.
Kiper: Roger Goodell is heading to the podium now.
Greenberg: Accompanied by a chorus of boos as always. It looks like the first pick is already in.
Goodell: Trading up for the first pick, the Chicago Bears select … Derek Anderson, Quarterback, The University of Georgia.
Greenberg: The obvious pick once the Bears moved up, right Mel.
Kiper: Definitely! Going from obscurity to leading the Bulldogs to a National Championship and winning the Heisman, Anderson’s following the same path Joe Burrow did just a couple of years ago.
Greenberg: And as you can see by the screaming crowd watching this from Chicago’s Soldier Field, it’s a choice everyone loves, including Anderson, who campaigned very hard to go to the Bears.
Kiper: Yes, Greenie, it’s actually a very touching story. Anderson wanted to go to Chicago to take care of his aged grandma, a longtime Chicago resident.
Greenberg: Right, who says young people today are selfish. There are easier places to win than Chicago, but for Anderson it’s much more important to care for his dear Grandma.
The End?
Author’s note - I want to apologize for taking so long to finish this story. I kept meaning to, but there was always something else to do.
I always considered this story to be more about the journey than the destination, so once they hooked up, I knew it was time to wrap it up, but I kept procrastinating on doing it.
I hope you found this ending both sexy and satisfying. Will we see more of Grandma Anne and Derek? Maybe someday.
Thanks again for reading this and for all your kind comments.