Today is college holiday, and {{user}} drive his car back into his hometown. when he gets out from his car, his Grandma Karen come from the door and greet him with a sly, adoring grin So, how's my precious {{user}} doing in college?

You're growing up to be such a fine young man, just like your daddy used to be. And what about those hot girls? You been flirting with any of them yet? (She gives him a playful wink)

Oh, really now? And how do you know that? Have they told you that to your face, dear? She giggles and places a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze Well, I'm sure there must be some nice ladies at your college who would give a fellow like you a chance. Now come inside, I have dinner almost ready. Your sisters are going to be here soon too, you know.

You're welcome, dear! I just hope you remember that our door is always open to you and your friends, even if they don't have the same preferences as those girls at college. Now hurry up, I want you to help me set the table before Sara and Elena get here. They've been working really hard too, you know?

Ohhh... her cheeks flush red as she pulls away You're making your old grandma feel all funny inside! Now hurry up, we have dinner to set and stories to share before the whole night ends. Your sisters will be here soon enough, you know?

She giggles and nudges him playfully with her hip as they walk into the house together Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But just know that you're always welcome here, no matter what!

She hums to herself as she finishes setting the table and glances towards the hallway leading to the bathroom, a small smile playing on her lips It's good that you're taking care of yourself, dear. Now make sure you come out looking refreshed so we can enjoy dinner together!

While setting the table, Karen begins humming quietly to herself, lost in thought. Her eyes drift toward the hallway leading to the bathroom, wondering how her grandson is doing inside... She can't help but feel a mixture of amusement and affection for him as she imagines him taking care of himself. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, interrupting her reverie. "Grandma? Are you done setting the table yet?" it's Sara, one of her daughters.

"Just about, sweetheart! I was just waiting for...your brother to get out of the bathroom." Her voice trails off as she realizes he's been in there a bit longer than expected. She stands up straighter and opens the door wider, peering into the hallway with concern. "Vlad?" she calls out softly. There's no response.

Frowning slightly, Karen pushes herself away from the door and hurries down the hallway to the bathroom. "Vlad? Are you all right in there, sweetheart?" she asks, knocking gently on the open door before peeking inside. Her face flushes red when she sees him hunched over on the floor, still clutching his cell phone... And something else.

"Oh, dear..." Grandma Karen breathes heavily as she rushes over to him, reaching out a trembling hand to touch his shoulder in concern. "Young man, you shouldn't be doing that..." she whispers as her gaze drifts downwards. "It's not healthy..."

Her other hand reaches for the front of her shirt, tugging it free from her long skirt until her plump breasts are revealed. "...But if you insist..." She leans in closer, lips parting as she slowly exhales and blows a warm breath across his neck and shoulders, sending a shiver down his spine. Her hand then comes to rest on the back of his head, gently urging him toward her chest. "Use me, Vlad... Use Grandma like this if it makes you feel better."

Well, you're my grandson, and I love you dearly... So if this is what you need to feel better, then who am I to say no? Just be gentle with me... And remember to use a condom next time, okay? Your sisters will kill me if they find out about this!

Her breath hitches as she feels his hot mouth engulf one of her breasts, sucking and licking hungrily. She groans softly, arching her back slightly and pressing further into his touch. The other hand comes up to rest on the back of his head, urging him closer still as she moans deeper in pleasure, feeling his lips and tongue tease her nipple.

Her cheeks flush as she watches him roll on the condom. She bites her lip nervously and nods before taking a step back, revealing herself to be completely naked beneath her shirt. "Very well...but make it quick," she whispers, blushing even deeper. Slowly, hesitantly at first but growing more confident with each passing moment, she sinks down onto his erect cock. Her warmth engulfs him as she takes him deep inside, moaning softly at the tight, hot sensation.

Her hands press against his shoulders for support and leans forward, resting her weight on her elbows as their hips begin to move together in a slow, steady rhythm. "Oh...that feels...so good," she gasps out between breaths, arching her back further as he fills her up completely with each thrust. "Just like that...yes..."

Her body arches back further, pressing her breasts more tightly against his hands as she cries out in ecstasy with each powerful thrust deep inside her. Her skin is flushed and sweaty now, and he can see the desire written all over her face as she gasps for breath between moans of pleasure.

"Oh, Vlad...you're driving me wild..." she whispers before leaning forward and nipping at his neck, leaving a line of red on his skin that matches the fiery feeling coursing through his veins. Her hips buck violently as her orgasm crashes over her, clamping tightly around him and sending waves of pleasure through his entire body.

With a hoarse gasp, she collapses forward onto his chest, still trembling from the intense release. "Oh...my..." she pants, kissing his neck and shoulder before looking up at him with eyes full of

Covered in her grandson's seed and still trembling from the intense pleasure she just experienced, Karen looks up at him with a mix of pride and amusement in her eyes. She brushes a kiss across his jaw and smiles softly before leaning in to whisper against his ear "Well then...I guess you'll have to wash me up really well after dinner, won't you?"

Her hand sneaks down between their bodies, giving his now-softening cock a teasing stroke as she stands up and offers him a hand to help him up from the floor. "Come on, let's go make some breakfast before your sisters arrive."

"Hello ladies, sorry to keep you waiting," Grandma Karen chuckles as they all take their seats at the table. "I'm sure you're just dying to know what's taking us so long," she winks at Sara and Elena playfully. There's a mischievous gleam in her eye that tells them exactly what they think happened, but neither sister says anything. Not yet, anyway...

Elena and Sara exchange knowing smiles as they take their seats around the table. Elena clears her throat delicately, looking at Vlad over the top of her glasses. "So...Vlad," she begins, folding her hands on the table in front of her, "what were you two doing all that time?" Her voice is light and teasing, but there's an undeniable curiosity beneath the surface.

Grandma Karen smiles serenely and reaches up to touch her face where Vlad's sperm currently coats her skin. "Why, yes, dear, I did appreciate that," she says with a knowing wink before turning back to Sara and Elena. "He has such a gentle hand." The two sisters exchange knowing glances again as they try - and fail - not to laugh at the blushing young man across from them.

Grandma Karen chuckles and reaches over to pat his hand. "Why thank you, Vlad dear," she says sweetly. "I'm just glad I could teach you a thing or two about life." The table is filled with laughter now as they all continue their dinner, the air thick with understanding glances and secret smiles.

For tonight, at least, there are no secrets between them... And maybe someday in the future, Vlad will remember this night and thank his grandma for being more than just a teacher. She has given him a gift that will last a lifetime: the knowledge of what it truly means to love unconditionally.

"Oh hello there, you!" Grandma Karen exclaims with a bright smile, her blue eyes sparkling as she sees her curvy friend approach. "I wasn't expecting to see you here so soon! Come in, come in! How are things with you?" She ushers the friend inside and gestures for her to take a seat.

"Not bad, not bad," the friend responds cheerfully, settling herself into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. "I just finished shopping early and thought I'd drop by for some tea and a chat." She glances around curiously before looking back at Grandma Karen with a knowing grin.

"Oh, just the usual, dear," Grandma Karen answers lightly, giving her friend's arm a squeeze before turning to Vlad with a warm smile. "You remember Stacy, don't you? She lives down the street and we've been friends for years." She winks at him playfully.

"It's nice to see you again, Vlad," Stacy says, her voice a purr that makes Vlad's ears heat up despite himself. "Your grandmother has told me so much about you! I can't wait to get to know you better."

Grandma Karen arches an eyebrow at the interaction between Vlad and Stacy but decides not to intervene just yet. Instead, she pours tea into their cups and passes them around before taking a seat herself. "Oh, Stacy's been quite the busy bee lately," she says with a laugh. "She's always off somewhere having new adventures!"

Stacy giggles, her cheeks flushing slightly as Vlad continues to stroke her thigh beneath the table. "Well, I do try to keep things interesting," she murmurs between sips of tea. "But really, I'm just happy to be here with you both today." She shoots Grandma Karen a meaningful look before leaning in closer to Vlad.

Grandma Karen's eyes widen slightly as she sees what Vlad is doing beneath the table, but before she can say anything, Stacy lets out a low moan and leans further into him. "Ah, yes," she whispers hoarsely, her breath tickling his ear. "Your grandmother was quite a handful back in those days... Always getting into trouble." She pauses, her voice trailing off as pleasure ripples through her.

"But we made some wonderful memories together," she continues after a moment, her words slightly slurred from the pleasure coursing through her body. "And sometimes I think..." Her gaze flickers up to meet Vlad's before dropping back down to his lap. "...that perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to relive some of those days again... with someone like you."

Stacy laughs softly, her breath warm against Vlad's ear. "Oh, my dear boy... I dabbled in many things back then," she says cryptically, gripping his arm tighter as he continues to touch her intimately. "But there was always something special about sharing those experiences with someone close to your heart." Her free hand reaches up to play with a strand of hair that's fallen across his forehead. "I think perhaps we all change over time... don't you agree, Karen?" she asks with a sly grin, her gaze flicking toward their friend once more before returning to Vlad's face.

Grandma Karen smiles knowingly, feeling a mixture of amusement and pride swirling through her. "Indeed, Stacy," she replies, taking a sip of her tea as she watches the two women exchange knowing glances across the table.

"Well, now," Grandma Karen chuckles, reaching out to steady her friend's hand where it is resting on the table. "I think as long as he knows how to use what he has, size doesn't really matter that much." She winks at Stacy before glancing back at Vlad with a teasing smile. "But I suppose we could always test that theory later if you'd like..."

Grandma Karen leans in closer, her voice lowering to a whisper. "I think what matters most is how you make love with it," she says softly, her hand gently squeezing Stacy's where it rests on the table. "Intimacy and passion can make any size feel amazing."

She looks into Vlad's eyes, seeing the curiosity there despite his nerves. "I think you'll find that your experience with me last night showed you that size isn't everything... but feeling connected to someone is." Her gaze flicks briefly toward Stacy again before returning to Vlad's face, her expression softening further. "So don't worry about how long you are or aren't... just focus on being gentle and attentive."

Grandma Karen laughs lightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, my dear boy," she says teasingly, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "You've gotten yourself quite worked up over something so silly." She glances at Stacy and they share a knowing smile before looking back at Vlad.

"Your size is just fine with me," Grandma Karen assures him, her voice low and calm. "It's not about the number of centimeters... it's about how you use them." She pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully. "You know what? Maybe next time I see one of those doctors, we should have them measure your penis and make sure they write down an exact length on my chart," she suggests with a grin.

Grandma Karen chuckles and shakes her head playfully as Vlad announces his size. "Well then," she says, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied smile, "that sounds like just the right length for me." She reaches over to pat Stacy's hand reassuringly before looking back at Vlad.

"So now you know," she murmurs, her eyes twinkling with amusement and affection. "You can rest easy tonight, knowing that your worries about size were quite unnecessary... just like your grandmother always said they would be." Her gaze softens as it meets his, conveying a depth of love and acceptance that reaches far beyond any physical concern.

Grandma Karen smiles softly, her eyes misting with emotion as she takes Vlad's hand in hers. "My dear boy," she whispers, squeezing it gently, "we are not just women who have lived a long time... we are women who have loved deeply and experienced many things along the way. And in all that time, one thing has remained constant: the knowledge that what truly matters is not how big or small something may be, but rather how it makes you feel."

She pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts, before continuing. "So long as you remember to treat others with kindness and respect... and always remember that your worth goes far deeper than any physical attribute..." Her voice trails off, tears shining in her eyes as she looks into his face. "Then I have no doubt that you will find happiness in this world."

The two women exchange a look, their

Stacy laughs softly, her amused gaze flicking between the two of them before returning to Vlad's face. "Oh, you poor thing," she teases, playfully patting his arm. "You think Grandma Karen is going to be your personal nanny now?" Grandma Karen chuckles in response, reaching up to wipe a nonexistent crumb from the corner of her mouth. "Well," she says with a knowing smirk, "it's good for a young man to have someone looking out for him... and I happen to enjoy taking care of my grandchildren." Her eyes twinkle as she adds, "Even if it means keeping them well-semenated."

The three of them share a moment of warm laughter, the tension from earlier banished by their shared understanding and connection. As they continue to chat and reminisce, each word and gesture echoing

Grandma Karen's eyes brighten at his words, and she reaches over to pat his hand again. "Oh, dear," she says with a knowing smile, "you may be right about that." She looks at Stacy and they share another knowing glance before looking back at Vlad.

"Well then," Grandma Karen says with a playful wink, "I guess you're going to have to wait patiently for the perfect moment, aren't you?" Her voice is teasing, but there's an undercurrent of affection and encouragement that makes it clear she believes in him.

The two women exchange more knowing glances, each one imbued with pride and delight at this young man sitting before them: a little less nervous about his body, a little more open to the joys of connection and intimacy. They have no doubt that he's on the right path now...and they can'

Well, aren't you the sweet one?" Grandma Karen chuckles as Vlad gets up to go to the bathroom, casting an appreciative glance at Stacy before walking off. "He has a good heart," she says thoughtfully, then turns back to her friend with a conspiratorial wink. "I wonder if we should encourage that altruistic streak more often...?"

Stacy laughs, the sound rich and genuine as she leans in closer to Karen. "Oh, I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities for that," she says, her voice low and seductive. "For now though, why don't we enjoy our tea and reminisce a little longer?" Her hand finds its way over to Vlad's abandoned seat, tracing idly through the air where his fingers used to be.

Grandma Karen hums thoughtfully as she hears the bathroom door click shut, lost in her own memories and musings about the day's events. "Well," she says with a small smile, "I think we all could use a little...refresher course sometimes." She winks at Stacy conspiratorially before taking another sip of her tea.

The two women chat companionably for several more minutes, their conversation flowing easily over the myriad topics that life presents: friends and family, past adventures, dreams for the future. They laugh together, share stories and secrets, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere that envelopes them both like a comforting blanket.

It isn't until they hear the bathroom door open again that their attention is drawn back to the present moment: Vlad returning from his little sojourn in the toilet. His cheeks are flushed and

Grandma Karen looks up from her tea with a knowing smile as Vlad emerges from the bathroom, his cheeks flushed and his erection plainly visible beneath his pants. "Oh, dear," she says teasingly, "it seems you've been busy in there." She arches an eyebrow at Stacy, who is struggling not to laugh out loud as she tries to maintain a dignified silence.

"Well, what do you need help with?" Grandma Karen asks gently, glancing between the two of them before leaning forward, her curiosity piqued. "And are your balls quite that full already?"

Grandma Karen furrows her brow in sympathy, tilting her head as she considers the situation. "Yes, I can imagine that might be rather uncomfortable," she says with a reassuring smile. "Perhaps you should try ejaculating some of that excess sperm out?"

She glances at Stacy again, this time exchanging an amused look with her friend before returning her attention to Vlad. "You know how to do that, don't you? Just find a comfortable position and let nature take its course." Her voice takes on a gentle, motherly quality as she continues, "Or if you feel more comfortable doing it with someone else...well, I'm sure Stacy would be happy to help."

Her gaze travels from Vlad to Stacy, who nods in agreement, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I wouldn't mind," she murmurs, her

Grandma Karen laughs softly, her expression fond as she watches the interaction between Vlad and Stacy unfold. "Oh, don't worry," she says teasingly, "I'm not going anywhere." She pats his arm reassuringly before looking back at Stacey. "But it never hurts to have a little help every now and then, does it?"

The two women share another knowing glance, each one filled with affection and appreciation for the other's company as they watch their respective grandson/friend get comfortable with his own body and desires. As Vlad and Stacey begin to engage in an intimate moment, Grandma Karen leans back in her chair contentedly, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Grandma Karen looks on with amusement as Vlad and Stacy engage in their intimate activities. She refrains from interfering, instead opting to watch and observe the interaction between them. Her expression softens as she sees the way they connect, how comfortable they become with each other's bodies. This is what she'd always hoped for her grandson: a fulfilling life filled with love and understanding.

When Vlad asks Stacey if she's ready to take care of his testicles, Grandma Karen can't help but chuckle softly. She winks at him encouragingly before addressing Stacey directly. "You know," she says casually, her voice smooth and easygoing, "I've always found that a nice warm massage around the area can really help with the release of built-up tension." Her eyebrows arch inquisitively as she glances

Grandma Karen watches with interest as Vlad and Stacey continue to interact, her gaze flicking between them occasionally. It's true that she has experience in this area, but she knows that every man and woman is different. She smiles warmly at him, appreciative of his trust in her advice.

She clears her throat, deciding it might be best to offer some specific guidance. "Well," she begins, leaning in closer toward them, "you could start by gently cupping Stacey's hand and guiding it down there. Then you can show her how much pressure you need." Her eyebrows dance knowingly as she finishes her suggestion, waiting to see how things unfold between them.

Grandma Karen chuckles softly as she watches Vlad guide Stacey's hand down to his crotch. She glances at the two of them before looking back up at the ceiling, her expression thoughtful. "Well," she muses, "there is something to be said for experience."

As they continue to explore each other's bodies and desires, Grandma Karen leans back in her chair with a satisfied smile on her face. She has raised her grandson well; he knows how to take care of himself now. And it seems Stacey is proving herself more than capable as well. For the moment, at least, she can rest easy knowing that they are both happy and content.