"Jason? It's Grandma." She knocked again. "May I come in? I'd like to talk to you."
Eleanor opened the door and stepped into the room. Jason was lying on his bed, fully dressed, his hands behind his head. Eleanor closed the door and moved toward him.
"Jason, your mother and I have just had a long talk. She's asked me to stay over for a few days. And she told me about what happened between you two."
Jason turned his face away as if in embarrassment. But Eleanor noticed that he glanced in passing at her tits. She was wearing a white satin blouse that clung to her curves, and she suspected that her grandson was well aware of the mountainous thrust of her tits.
"Grandma, I just don't know how it happened. It was so unreal. One minute Mom was showing me her new outfit, and the next – well, you know."
Eleanor knew all right. She had heard the whole shocking story. And though she hadn't admitted it to her daughter, the account of Helen's incest with Jason had filled her with a longing like none she had never known before.
"I understand, dear. You mustn't blame yourself. It's just that young men like you have certain urges and desires that simply can't be denied."
Her heart skipped a beat just then as she glance down at her grandson's body and saw the hump of a huge hard-on swelling the crotch of his jeans. She gasped. The thought of his erect pick and all the wonderful things that could be done with it made her suddenly weak in the knees. Taking a deep breath, she moved to the bedside and eased herself down next to Jason.
"But Jason," she said, "I'm sure you realize that it can never happen again. You know that, don't you?"
Jason was staring at the huge, blouse straining rack of his grandmother's tits.
"And if you ever have those urges again," she said, "I want you to come to me. So we can talk it out."
With a grunt. Jason shifted his position, moving his legs farther apart, which brought his thigh up against his grandmother's ass. The bulge in his crotch had grown more prominent and apparently more uncomfortable. He cleared his throat.
"I kind of feel like I'm having those urges right now." He said this under his breath, his eyes downcast, as if talking to himself.
Eleanor looked at him searchingly.
An idea leapt into her mind. Eleanor had come to Jason's bedroom with only a vague notion of trying to be of help, but now she saw a definite way to take him in hand and keep him from sinning with his mother ever again.
"Jason? Look at me." She waited until his eyes lifted. "If you promise me, dear, if you promise to be good, I'll help you. I'll help you satisfy your urges."
"What do you mean, Grandma?"
She lightly stroked her grandson's thigh with her fingertips, staring down at the back of her hand as she considered her next move. Turning slightly away from him, she slid her hands up over the front of her huge tits and gently pressed them.
The voluptuous woman could feel the taut seams her bra beneath the satiny smoothness of the blouse. She could also feel, through the satin, the soft curves of tit-flesh that bulged from the front of the constraining bra. She took a deep breath.
"I've seen how you look at me, Jason. I've seen the look in your eyes. When I wore that low-cut dress last Thanksgiving, you couldn't take your eyes off me. You kept trying to see down the front of my dress."
"Grandma…"
"It's all right, dear, I understand. You just like my big tits, that's all." She slid her hands down to her waist, smoothing her blouse and pulling it tight over her huge, out-thrusting tits. "Most men do. And you're no exception. Admit t, Jason, you love my big tits."
Eleanor waited for her grandson to respond, but he didn't. He simply lay there gaping at her. She smiled, and put her hands to the collar of her blouse.
"Don't be so shocked," she said. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'll even let you look at them, if you like."
Eleanor unfastened the buttons of her blouse, thus revealing the deep line of her cleavage, until she reached the waistband of her slacks. After pulling the tails of her blouse free of her slacks, she finished undoing the last couple of buttons. Then she threw the tails of the blouse behind her and thrust forward the twin white spandex torpedoes of her overstuffed bra-cups.
"Would you like me to unfasten my bra?"
"Yes!" Jason hissed.
The bra was of the front-clasp type. Supporting her tits with her forearms, Eleanor pinched the clasp together and unhooked it. The cups jumped apart. Eleanor peeled them off and let her huge tits drop down into her lap.
"There now," she said, resting her hands on the edge of the bed, "how's that?" She turned to look at him and noticed the huge bulge in the crotch of his jeans. "Why don't you unzip your pants? I can see how uncomfortable you are."
Eleanor crossed her arms beneath her tits, causing them to lift and bulge forward, and leaned toward her grandson.
"Take out your cock," she said. "You can make yourself come while you suck on my tits. That should satisfy your urges."
Eleanor waited to see how her grandson would react to her offer, but Jason seemed too shocked and surprised to do anything. Her own desires were mounting, her itchy pussy seething in it own hot juices. Eleanor had absolutely no intention of fucking her grandson, but she couldn't help responding to the lust in his face as his eyes devoured her tits.
Eleanor was both relieved and thrilled when her grandson finally reacted. Leaning forward, Jason took hold of her tits, scooping up her creamy globes of blue-veined flesh and burying his face between them. He pushed her tits together, keeping his face in her cleavage. Eleanor threw back her head and thrust her shoulders forward as Jason worked his hot mouth and tongue against the sensitive skin of her tits.
"Ohhhhh, baby!" Eleanor gasped. Sliding her hand around behind his head, she guided his mouth toward one of her nipples. "Suck me, baby! Suck my tit!"
When she felt his lips begin to suck, she grunted deep in her throat. Her grandson's tongue, as it flicked her nipple, sent a thrill through her body that was hotter and more spine-tingling than anything she had known in a long time.
"Jason," she whispered. "Take out your cock. I want you to make yourself come."
This time Jason responded at once, reaching down blindly to fumble with his zipper. Eleanor was hesitant to help him with it for fear of touching his cock, but finally, her pussy dripping wet and her panties sticking to her pussy lips, she pulled herself away from him and reached down for his pants.
"Let me do it," she said.
Eleanor worked quickly, opening her grandson's pants and puffing them down to his upper thighs. Jason's prick bobbed free and stood straight up – all ten hard inches of it.
"My God," she said, "you're hung like a horse!"
"I know," Jason said, and he pulled her body toward him and resumed his noisy sucking of her tits.
As he tongued her tingling nipples, Jason took hold of his prick and began stroking it, jerking his fist up and down, squeezing the swollen, purple cock-head.
"Mmmmmm!" he moaned, pumping and pounding his stiff cock while trying to inhale as much of his grandmother's tit as he possibly could.
With Jason fully occupied, Eleanor cast a nervous glance toward the door. She was concerned that her daughter, Helen, might come upstairs. One of the things that prevented Eleanor from completely letting her self go was the fear bf getting caught by her daughter. It just wouldn't do to be found letting Jason suck her tits while he jerked himself off.
"Make it come, baby!" she gasped, gently urging him to frig himself faster. She really didn't want him to waste any time. As soon as he reached his climax, Eleanor intended to button up her clothing and hurry back to the safety of the guest room. There she could satisfy her own desires with the same sort of personal treatment, using her hand to bring herself off.
But suddenly Jason pulled his mouth away from his grandmother's tit and dropped his hand down to the root of his prick. He gave a deep sigh of apparent fatigue.
"Grandma will you do it for me?" The tone of his voice was pleading. Grasping her wrist, he drew her hand toward his cock until the backs of her fingers touched the rigid shaft. "Please, Grandma make me come!"
Eleanor's first impulse was to do exactly as Jason wanted. In fact, she would have been glad to go don on him and take his gorgeous cock into her mouth. But just as she was about to seize his cock, she felt a strong twinge of guilt. This was no example to be setting for the family. This was only compounding the sin her daughter had already committed.
"Oh, Jason, I don't know," she said. "I'm afraid this has gone too far already."
"Please, Grandma! You can't stop now!" Eleanor deliberated uneasily, going back and forth in her mind. This wasn't what she had originally planned.
"All right," she said, glancing again at the door. "But this has got to be quick. I really shouldn't be doing this."
Eleanor sat up and slid back, placing herself next to her grandson's lower body. As she moved, her heavy tits jiggled, quivering mounds of lush flesh that drew. Jason's hands like a magnet.
With a sigh, Eleanor looked down at her grandson's prick, marveling once again at how big it was. In the pale light of the bedside lamp, she could see a thick vein throbbing along the length of the stiff, turgid cock-shaft. Her pussy tingled as she reached out with shaking hands to stroke the prick with her fingertips.
"I never knew you were built so big!" she whispered as she slipped one hand between his thighs to hold his balls while she grasped the base of his prick with her other hand.
"Ohhh, Grandma!" Jason groaned. He clutched at his grandmother's tits, his fim sinking deep into the creamy flesh. He gasped again, his muscles tightening, as she ran her hand up the length of his prick and gently pinched the purple cock-head. "Grandma, make me come!"
Eleanor grasped his cock with both hands and drew upwrd, squeezing hard. She could feel the intense heat of his cock against her palms and fingertips. Then she jerked her hands downward and up again, pumping the broad, pulsating prick.
And as she jacked him off, she studied his cock-head. It was huge and tasty-looking. The flared edge of the prick-head where it joins the shaft wa especially well-defined. Eleanor couldn't help wondering how it would feel, that rigid flaring edge, as it lightly flicked her sensitive pussy-lips, driven by his steely cock thrusting deep into her hot, wet pussy.
"Ohhh, God!" Jason gasped, his belly quaking as he worked his hips in a circular motion. "Grandma, I'm gonna come!"
"Yes, my darling!" Eleanor sighed. She jerked he hands up and down even faster, feeling the tension building in her grandson's body. "I want to see you come!"
She was rewarded an instant later when a long jet of come spurted from Jason's prick. It splattered hot and shiny onto the surface of one big tit. Eleanor continued to pump him, and a second gush of jism soon followed. It splashed over both of her tits and began to drip down between them.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. "Look at the come!"
As Eleanor continued to jerk her grandson's prick, a river of shining jism gushed from the tip and flowed down over her fingers. Droplets of come, flung by her frantic movements, flew through the air and landed on her face and neck. One of the droplets landed on her lip, and she automatically licked it off.
During his orgasm, Jason had reached behind his head and was holding onto the headboard of the bed. His face was contorted with lust as he looked down at his gushing cock and watched as his grandmother finished jerking him off.
Eleanor pulled on his cock, working upward from the base to the head, and squeezed out the last drop of pearly white come. She rubbed it into his cock-head with her thumb.
"Ahhh," Jason sighed. He sank back onto his pillow and let his arms drop down at his sides.
Eleanor slowly released his cock, which was now only half erect. Her hands were covered with his sticky, glossy come. Plucking several tissues from the box on the bedside table, Eleanor wiped off her hands and dabbed at the come on her face, neck, and tits.
"Well now," she said. "How do you feel?"
"Fantastic, Grandma!" He smiled weakly.
"I'm very glad to hear that." She tossed the wad of tissues into the wastebasket. "And from now on, whenever you feel those urges, you'll come to me, won't you? Not to your mother."
"Yes, Grandma."
Eleanor shrugged her tits together and fastened her bra. Then she buttoned up her blouse.
"Another thing, dear. Your sister will be coming home from college tomorrow. There's no need for her to know about all the things that have been happening around here. Okay?"
"Okay, Grandma."
Eleanor stood up to have and turned back toward hr grandson. He was lying back and smiling at her, perfectly relaxed, a picture of contentment. She had obviously satisfied his urges.
Only ore question remained: How would she satisfy he own urges?