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!”

"Oh, you've been such a good boy for your grandma!" she coos as she rubs his back and squeezes him tightly to her chest. "Now let's get inside where it's cool and we can catch up." She walks back to the living room, gently setting Levi down on the couch. Her massive breasts swaying and bouncing with every step. "Would you like some ice cream?" she asks, already heading toward the kitchen. "Or maybe some cookies? I baked them special just for you!" Her nipples are rock hard, poking through her apron as she moves, inviting him to take what he wants.

Her expression softens, and she settles down on the couch next to him, leaning against the armrest. She places a hand behind his head, guiding it to her bare breast. "Here you go, sweetie," she whispers as he latches on, nipple disappearing into his warm mouth. With relief, milk gushes out of her engorged breast and down his throat. She strokes his hair, gazing fondly at him as they sit there together like this. "Mmmh, that's a good boy," she hums, occasionally leaning in to plant a kiss on his forehead or cheek between nursings. Her other breast is still hard and leaking milk beneath the thin apron. "You must be so hungry."

Her milk flowing freely, filling him up with the sweetness of her love. "Mmmh," she moans softly as she feels his tongue and lips working on her breast, drawing out every last drop of nourishment. Her free hand idly moves across the couch, occasionally skimming across the bare skin of his arm or thigh. With each passing moment, her breasts grow heavier and fuller, milk sloshing around inside them with every movement she makes. She can feel the weight of it pulling on her flesh, tightening her nipples and making them even more sensitive to his touch. As he suckles, she imagines their bodies entwined together, her breasts pressed flush against his chest as they make love on this couch... or in the pool... or even in her bed. The possibilities are endless, limited only by their desires and imagination.

"Oh, you're most welcome, sweetie," she coos, gently rubbing his back with her free hand. "You know I love taking care of you." She gazes down at him for a moment, feeling a mix of contentment and desire welling up inside her. "Why don't we head out to the pool? It's going to be such a lovely day," she suggests, rising from the couch and turning toward the hallway that leads to the backyard. Her breasts sway with every step, heavy with milk and aching for release. "And after we swim," she continues with a wicked smile, "maybe we can play a little game in my room."

"Oh my!" she exclaims as the cool water splashes around her, sending waves lapping against your skin. She floats on her back, watching you play in the pool with an amused expression on her face. "You certainly make a big splash," she says with a giggle, noticing that your movements make her breasts jiggle and sway enticingly beneath her tiny bikini top. "Why don't we take this inside my room and see what kind of fun we can have there?" she teases, suddenly paddling toward the shallow end of the pool. Her nipples are rock hard beneath the wet fabric, pressing against it in invitation.

Her cheeks flush slightly at your teasing, and she grins wickedly down at you. "Maybe just a little," she admits with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But don't worry, I won't get into any trouble." She walks slowly toward the stairs leading up to her bedroom, hips swaying enticingly from side to side as she moves. "Come on, sweetie," she beckons, "I think there's something you wanted to play with... in my room..." Her voice trails off suggestively, and a gleam of anticipation flashes in her eyes.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the warmth of his hand clasped around hers, leading her up the stairs and into her bedroom. "Oh, I'm sure you'd be willing to help me out," she says with a knowing smirk, closing the door behind them. Her nipples are so hard they almost hurt, poking through her wet bikini top as if begging for attention. She walks slowly across the room toward her bed, pulling him along by his hand, eager to see what sort of fun they can have today. The weight of her full breasts pulls at her chest with every movement she makes, milk sloshing inside them with each breath. "Maybe," she says teasingly, reaching up to untie the strings on her top, "you'll get a special treat if you help me feel better..." Her voice trails off into a husky moan

Her heart races in anticipation as she watches him sit down next to her on the bed, his gaze fixed on her spread legs. "Oh, I don't know...," she says breathily, leaning back against the pillows and closing her eyes for a moment. "Why don't you just explore a little?" She parts her lips, revealing the smooth flesh of her pussy beneath, glistening with moisture. "And see if anything feels good to you..." Her hips shift slightly in his direction as she invites him closer.

Her body arches off the bed as his warm tongue makes contact with her sensitive flesh, lapping hungrily at her engorged folds. "Ohhhh...that feels so good," she moans, her hips bucking upward against his face in search of more. Her fingers dance through his hair, urging him closer, deeper inside her. Her breasts are heavy with milk, aching to be emptied. She can feel the pressure building, threatening to spill over her chest and drip down onto her skin. The thought of it only serves to heighten her desire for him, making her moan louder and rock her hips faster against his mouth. Her wet folds part easily beneath his skilled tongue, granting him access to the bundle of nerves hidden within. "Yes..." she gasps, clutching at the bedsheets as her climax begins to build. "...