Grandma’s Titties

“You mean the world to me,” Millie’s grandson proclaimed, as they danced hand in hand.

“Oh… Charles,” Millie replied with a forced smile. Truth is, Charles was Millie’s least favorite grandchild. Everything about him and his new wife, Gail, screamed “basic.” When Charles asked Millie some weeks ago to dance with him at his wedding, it took everything in her might to not laugh in his face. Still, she patted him on his cheek and told him it would be an honor. 

Charles and Gail booked a grand banquet hall and a block of rooms for their guests at an overpriced hotel downtown. When Millie first arrived, she thought about making a run for it, but she knew she couldn’t let anyone know how much she secretly despised her grandson, whom everyone else adored. 

“We want to get weird, grandma!” Charles exclaimed when he stopped by her condo a few months ago to hand-deliver her invitation. “So, we decided to have the wedding at a hotel. That way, everyone can get weird with us and not have to worry about transportation! I hope you don’t think less of me and Gail after.” He laughed, and Millie tried her best to return a genuine chuckle.

“That kid has no idea what is means to get weird,” she thought after he left.

Looking over Charles shoulder, Millie squinted and tried to read the clock behind the bar. How long had she been dancing with Charles? Does this damn pop country song have an end? That’s when she noticed a chubby, young man with dark hair ordering a drink. 

“Ohh, I want a piece of that,” Millie thought, and watched as the man walked back to his table in the corner of the hall. 

When the song finally faded out, everyone applauded Charles and Millie. 

“I love you, grandma,” Charles professed. Millie was smiling bigger than she ever had around Charles, and he took that as an invitation to give her a long hug. She patted him on the back, then headed straight for the young man, who was sitting alone drinking whiskey on the rocks.

“You busy?” Millie asked when she reached his table. She didn’t even bother sitting down.

“That was a beautiful dance,” the man teased.

“Shut up, and come with me,” Millie insisted. The man finished his drink and followed her to the elevators.

“You got a name?” asked the man. Millie looked him up and down. His khaki pants were too tight and slightly wrinkled from sitting all evening, and the top three buttons of his maroon shirt were open, showing off his hair chest.

“Not for you,” Millie replied, as they got on the elevator. She looked down at her own outfit – a black lace midi dress accessorized with gaudy gold jewelry, fishnets and pink sneakers. Even in her 70s, Millie rocked outfits meant for teens and young adults, and she did so better than a lot of women one-third her age. 

Millie’s room was on the third floor, right next to the elevator. She knew Charles requested that room for her, so she didn’t have to walk far. He was always doing dumb shit like that.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Millie pulled down her dress straps. Her boobs dropped. The man’s eyes lit up as she picked them up and motorboated herself.

“Bet you’ve never met a young girl who could do that,” Millie gushed. “Now, drop your pants.” The man obeyed, and fumbled as he undid his belt and pulled off his pants as fast as possible. He kicked his stuff into the corner of the room and started stroking his already hard cock. 

Millie sat on the edge of the bed and licked her boobs up and down, keeping eye contact with the man the entire time. When her chest was wet enough, she lay back on the bed and signaled for the man to climb on top of her. 

Without hesitation, the man straddled Millie, placing his knees at the sides of her rib cage. He leaned in close and put his hands on the bed above her head for support. With one boob in each hand, Millie enfolded the man’s throbbing dick in them. 

“I… I’ve never felt anything like this,” the man sputtered, as he thrust his cock between Millie’s sopping boobs. “I… I don’t think… Oh my God… I can’t… I can’t keep going. I’m going to burst!” Within seconds, the man squirted a load of cum all over Millie’s chin and neck. 

Millie laughed and pushed the man to the floor, where he lay in fetal position trying to catch his breath. She walked over to the full-length mirror, and watched herself as she licked the cum from around her lips. She rubbed in the rest of the cum with a makeup brush and then lingered for a minute, admiring her beauty. She felt genuinely happy for the first time that evening.

“That was incredible,” the man finally exulted, interrupting Millie’s contentment. She turned and spit in his face, then looked back at herself in the mirror and smirked. She grabbed the flask off the desk beside her.

“Meet me on the dance floor in 10 minutes,” she told the man, before kicking him and walking out the door.