Chapter 20 Part 4 Speared Through the Stockings (18+)
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Chapter 20 Part 4 Speared Through the Stockings
The satin looked ready to burst and spill two round, pale moons into the open.
Smooth shoulders flowed into slender, white arms.
Every small movement of her hands sent her subtle perfume drifting through the air.
Beneath that weighty chest, her belly curved out like a statue of Aphrodite, a soft, rounded arc that looked like it would melt to the touch.
The slit of her qipao couldn't contain her massive ass.
Her glossy, rounded rear, wrapped in black stockings, arched out with a perfect hip line, the dark matte of the fabric drawing the eye.
Below that, thick thighs layered with meat peeked from the split hem, their stocking‑clad curves dazzling.
Liam stared, unable to look away even for a second.
His urge to claim her for himself surged to its highest point yet.
She noticed his devouring gaze and assumed her own beauty had simply dazzled him, so she preened even more, posing to show off her mature charm.
Turning her back to him, she slowly unzipped and peeled off the qipao.
Without it, her flawless back was fully exposed smooth curves, swan‑like neck, each line perfectly placed.
He barely noticed.
His attention was fixed on her ass.
The black stockings clung tightly, showing the full swell of her cheeks.
The fabric was too dark to reveal every detail, but he could still make out a small bulge between her thighs.
There was no mistaking it that was her thick labia.
He licked his dry lips, eyes roaming wildly over her, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Then she moved again.
Hooking a finger into the edge of her stockings, she traced from her waist to the back, then bent and slowly tugged them down.
The elastic waistband dug deep into her flesh, carving out a perfect curve before sliding lower.
Her white, springy buttocks sprang free.
As the thick black nylon slipped away, his eyes nearly popped.
Grandma's not wearing any panties.
He almost cried out.
Her obscene, fleshy pussy was on full display.
Under that peach‑shaped ass hung a plump shell nearly as large as half his face.
Two pale, slightly grayish lips pressed tightly together, forcing a long strip of inner lip to peek out.
A sparse sprinkling of hair dotted her folds, adding a mature flavor to her cunt.
As her slit came fully into view, a faint fishy musk spread through the room, but to him it was the sweetest aroma imaginable.
He locked his gaze on that thick mound, determined not to miss a single second.
From behind, he could still see her raised mons, thin hairs trailing up and down toward her tiny, clenched back hole.
The darker outer lips contrasted with the youthful flush of the inner flesh.
Her slit pulsed faintly, like parched earth craving rain, begging for a man's touch to flood her dry canal.
His cock throbbed so hard it hurt.
He pressed it down with his hand, trying to ease the pressure.
Under his stare, she bent forward.
Her twin breasts, which had rested on her chest, bounced once and then dropped toward the floor, stretching into heavy, droplet shapes.
They swayed and smacked together with each motion, making sounds that stoked his desire even more.
At their tips, two dark buds stood out, each haloed by an enormous circle of areola half the size of his face.
While he burned, she remained calm.
In her mind, her aging body had nothing special to show; if her precious grandson wanted to look, he could.
After removing the old stockings, she pulled on a new pair of expensive black nylons he'd chosen.
She skipped the bra entirely, cradling her heavy breasts in one arm to cover the nipples, though broad swathes of areola spilled out from either side.
Turning, she struck a pose that showed her curves to best effect and, blushing slightly, asked,
"Well? Liam, does Grandma look nice like this?"
Perfume and light danced across her body.
To him, nothing else existed only the succubus body in front of him.
It was the first time since her husband's death that she'd exposed herself this frankly to another man, even if he was family, and a faint shyness crept into her eyes.
She slowly rotated, rolling her hips so the stockings caught the light.
In that moment, she resembled a striptease dancer, heels clicking softly on the floor under the warm glow.
It looked for all the world like a personal stockings show, just for him.
Her mature figure bewitched him.
He thought of her yoga that morning and, without thinking, blurted,
"Grandma… can you do that kneeling back‑bend yoga pose while wearing these?"
She frowned slightly in confusion.
"Why do you suddenly want to see Grandma doing yoga?"
He jolted and smoothed his face into a bright smile.
"These stockings look so good, I just really want to see you doing yoga in them.
"Please, Grandma I really want to see."
She couldn't refuse him.
Smiling helplessly, she agreed.
"Alright, alright Grandma will indulge you."
She knelt facing away from him.
Her ears turned pink, the color creeping across her cheeks and down her neck.
Her long‑quiet heart fluttered again, just like when she'd been a shy girl.
Her breasts pressed against the floor as she arched, her enormous ass rising high nearly several head‑lengths above him.
The thick mound between her thighs stood out under the nylon.
The fine fibers of the stockings molded themselves into every crease, tracing every line of her sex.
Seeing such a sight, he snapped.
His mind went blank; logic vanished under the flood of lust.
*She's my grandma, not some stranger.
"How can I waste a body like this?
"It'd be a crime not to use it."*
He yanked down his pants and lifted his fully engorged "poison dragon," pressing it to the bulging cunt beneath the stockings.
Without a pause he drove straight in, sheathing himself to the hilt through the rough nylon and into her depths.
Her eyes flew wide as she felt something hard pry open her lips.
Before she could react, a blazing hot shaft speared her core, the stockings scraping deliciously along her inner walls as it slid in.
She couldn't hold back the scream.
"Ohhh‑ohhh‑ohhh… ahhh…!"
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