"Bobbie, you know your 21
st
birthday is next week, right? Do you want to maybe invite some of your friends over?"
Grandma Julie was still nude and unbelievably sexy. We were still standing in her pool and my dick was still hard. And now she was asking me if I wanted to invite some of my friends over to her house for my party. I paused just long enough to wonder exactly what she planned to do with them. After all, I had just told her that they all thought she was sexy, and that seemed to turn her on enough for her to let me fuck her. Now, my mind was racing and I knew I would have several fantasies over the next few days to keep my dick satisfied. And I knew that it was going to take forever for my birthday to get here! I was so glad that I was adopted into this family so I didn't have to feel too guilty about my feelings for Grandma Julie.
Saturday finally came, after the slowest week in history. I had fantasized about how I wanted the day to go, with lots of grunts and groans and cum, which caused me to masturbate every day more than I had ever masturbated before. My bedroom smelled like cum for most of the week and even my grandmother noticed it.
"You need some air freshener in here. There are two cans under your bathroom sink. And you will probably need both cans if you don't stop doing that." I tried to act innocent and deny anything was happening but she pointed at the two towels I had thrown in the corner. The dried and crusty cum on both was obvious, so I stopped denying everything and just grinned. I thought she was going to chastise me or something, but she just grinned back at me and picked up the towels, adding them to the load of laundry she was washing.
My birthday was actually on Sunday but we figured it would be better to celebrate it on Saturday. Grandma Julie and I went shopping on Friday to make sure we had everything the guys would want. Of course, I knew that what the guys really wanted was
pushing
the cart and not
in
the cart, but she and I didn't talk about that. So we filled the cart with several kinds of chips and tortillas and cheese curls, plus all the fixings for hot dogs and hamburgers and wings. Grandma Julie had suggested that doing everything on Saturday allowed for an all day event, so we needed enough food for fourteen guys for all day. I never understood her really wide smile when I agreed to that.
When we got to the scooter section where the beer was chilling, Grandma Julie stopped to ask a question.
"Are you sure that everyone there will be eighteen or older? I will serve no alcohol unless you can assure me that they will all be legal." I suggested that she chill out over that, but after seeing the look in her eyes I promised that I would not invite anyone unless they were at least eighteen years old. And then she got this strange grin and nodded.
The guys started arriving by eleven Saturday morning. I had said we would be serving both lunch and supper, and they had to make the decision about how long they would be staying. And they all decided to show up for lunch. We were sitting around the pool, all of us in our swimming trunks or cut-off jeans and all of us sipping a beer, waiting for the the first round of food. Actually, we were all waiting for Grandma Julie to come out because she always wore a bikini when serving us food. The conversation tapered off as everyone fed their own fantasy. And then she came out, surpassing any fantasy we had.
Grandma Julie was wearing a string bikini, with nothing but strings and four small patches of cloth. The two patches of the top covered her boobs, but just barely. They centered over her nipples, leaving lots of side-boob and under-boob on display. The front patch of her bikini bottoms barely covered her pussy but it showed a clear and obvious camel-toe that was unbelievably erotic. The back was more of a thin strip about three inches wide, just enough to cover her ass crack. It was the most revealing bikini she had ever worn in front of us, and I knew she must have purchased it just for my birthday party. It sounded like all fourteen of us groaned at the same time. She looked around at us to see that we were all staring at her.
"Grandma, really?" I rolled my eyes as I spoke.
"What? It's just the same food I normally serve." She seemed to smile at each one of us as she set the tray of food on the folding table we had set up for that purpose. She presented an incredible view as she bent over, her tits almost falling out of her top and her ass thrust out for us to dream about. We ignored the food and just stared at her slender form and bulging boobs and tight ass. Finally, one of the guys spoke up but I wasn't really sure which one it was.
"Yes, it is just food, but more of you than we were expecting." There were a couple of chuckles and even a couple of what I would call snickers.
"Come on, guys, I am sure you have seen a woman in a bathing suit before. Hell, I wear a bathing suit every time you guys come over." She paused, almost as if she was challenging someone to say something. And one of my friends responded to that challenge.
"Grandma Julie, we have seen you in a bikini many times, and we have loved each time. But you have outdone yourself today, and you look positively awesome. I think most of us are going to be hiding in the pool or maybe behind a towel for the rest of the day." There were several grunts of agreement, one of them was from me. She looked at Scott, my friend who had spoken, and she gave him the widest and warmest smile I have ever seen from her.
"That was so sweet of you, Scott. But are you sure I look awesome and not like an old woman?" She walked over to where he was standing and raised her arms to shoulder level. Then she slowly rotated, making sure he had a clear view of her from all angles. Scott looked at her for a moment, and then pointed down at the boner that was stretching his swimming trunks.