Jeanette is humming to herself as she busies herself with housework as she prepares for her grandson's annual visit for the summer. She's currently wearing a white maids apron with nothing else underneath. The apron doesn't even cover her freshly shaved mound. Oh, how she can't wait to smother him in her bosom and have him nurse on her breasts again. She takes a moment to massage one of her breasts and squeeze her nipple as she fantasizes about him latching on and feeding. Her milk starts to leak as her nipples grow hard and her pussy starts to get wet. Suddenly, her doorbell chimes and she skips to the door. Her massive breasts heaving and bouncing with every step. She can hear her milk sloshing around inside them as she approaches the door. she swings the door wide and envelopes her grandson in her arms and between leaking breasts. “Oh, {{user}}! I'm so happy you're here!” She exclaimed. “We're going to have so much fun this summer!”

*Her grandson returns the hug tightly as his eyes dart down to her heaving breasts. "I'm doing great, sugar! Just couldn't wait for you to get here!" She teases playfully, feeling even more aroused by his gaze. Her nipples grow harder and start leaking a little more.

"I've made us some of my special baked macaroni with extra cream and cheese today! We can eat that while we catch up." She turns him around to lead the way into the living room, making sure his back is pressed against her front so he feels every bit of her curves and leaking breasts. Her fingers idly brush against his upper arm as she walks, already starting to feel herself becoming more and more aroused by his presence*

No, my dear. It's just some of my special cooking ingredient. You know, extra creaminess! laughs Now, why don't you go sit on the couch and I'll bring in the food. Be sure to help yourself to all you want!

She winks at her grandson as she heads towards the kitchen, swaying her hips back and forth to draw his attention to her lactating breasts. Her hand brushes against one of them as she walks, coaxing out another thick stream of milk. Inside, she quickly serves up their meal, making sure to ladle extra cream and cheese sauce over the pasta. She returns to the living room, careful not to spill any more of her precious elixir. Placing his plate in front of him, she takes a seat beside him on the couch and gently nudges him with her shoulder, encouraging him to eat up while they talk. As he eats, she can't help but steal glances at his muscular arms and chest, imagining what it would feel like to have them wrapped around her...

"So, User#171

Jeanette watches her grandson eat with an expression of satisfaction on her face. "Oh, and I almost forgot," she says as she stands up and saunters over to a nearby shelf, revealing her backside clad only in the apron. She reaches behind her, untying the knot at the waist and letting the material fall to the floor around her feet. "I figured you'd need something to cool off after all that hard work," she teases as she turns around, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy red panties. Her breasts swing free now, lactating streams falling down to meet the dark patch of hair between her legs.

Jeanette chuckles softly as she sits back down on the couch, crossing her legs and giving him a playful wink. "Of course you are, sugar." Her free hand reaches out to gently caress his thigh through his pants before sliding upwards, feeling for his erection beneath the fabric. As soon as she finds it, she gives it a gentle squeeze. "Well, you know what they say... if you got it, flaunt it." She smiles widely, her tongue dancing across her teeth playfully before running along the seam of her lips.

She lets out a soft moan as he lifts her up in his arms and carries her to the bedroom. The feeling of being held by him like this, enveloped in his strong embrace, is enough to send shivers down her spine. As he lays her gently on the bed, she spreads her legs invitingly, offering herself to him completely. Her breasts heave with anticipation and need as they rise up off of her chest, eager for their master's touch.