In this continuing story, the hero descends (or ascends depending on your point of view) into the world of highly sexualized cross dressing with strong incest themes. If this doesn't appeal this story will not be for you. All the characters are over the age of 18 years old. All players are consenting adults.
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THE SPIN-CYCLE
At about the same time as Mortimer Blackmore was filling Ronald's ass with cum, his grandmother, Carolline Woodgrove, was down in the laundry doing a load of washing, waiting patiently for the spin-cycle to start.
Her sex life had been revitalized since she's started fucking Ronald. Her normally neglected pussy was always tingling these days.
Every night he would steal into her bedroom for a goodnight kiss that would lead to more. They fucked each other like animals, unable to get enough of each other.
Whenever she stopped for a second she could relive an episode in detail - her handsome young grandson plowing into her cunt. Carolline's big meaty pussy would get wet and she would often catch herself absently rubbing her hypersensitive twat.
Right now he was particularly vivid in her mind's eye.
The laundry was the perfect place to relieve herself, and still get some work done. Separate from the rest of the house it was a cool retreat that nobody but her ever went to. Nobody but her ever did the washing.
It was a little room with a smooth concrete floor, rough brick walls and a small window that looked out at the clothesline. The only furniture was a low timber stool, a concrete sink, and the big old Whirlpool washing machine.
The old plump woman rested her hand on the rusty steel lid feeling the slow tingling pulse of the 'prewash'.
'Nearly ready', she thought happily.
Carolline loved the old washing machine. She had thrown in a big load of dirty workwear, putting the machine on the longest cycle. When she pressed 'start' she knew just how long she had before the 'spin-cycle' started.
There was no need to take her leggings off. She wasn't wearing any underwear and the old blue cotton tights she wore hugged her like a second skin. She simply pulled them up higher on her waist. The faded pale blue material rode up even further into ass and spit her prominent meaty pussy in two.
She may as well have been naked. Even her big hard clitoris was outlined in relief. She brushed her fingers back and forth over the sensitive nub, teasing herself, shuddering in anticipation.
A wet stain began to spread out along the crack made by the lips of her vulva.
With her hand on the lid of the washer, she gauged the rhythms of the clunky old machine, looking out the window and letting her thoughts relive the wonderful times she'd been having with Ronald's mammoth dong.
'Lord I do love that boys cock', she thought to herself.
Carolline's fingers probed the dampening cleft between her legs, rubbing the thin pilled material over and into her cunt. Her receptive pussy tingled as she ministered to herself, daydreaming of Ronald's cock. Her little round spectacles started to fog up.
She was three-quarters of the way there and when the machine started to 'wash'.
"Mmmm... good... yesss..." she sighed aloud over the 'chunka', 'chunka', 'chunka' churning sound. Now was the time.
With legs apart on either side of the washing machine's rounded corners, she spread herself over the top of the big old machine, holding her hot meaty cunt up against the smooth vibrating metal; chunka, chunka, chunka...
This old rustbucket washer was definitely on its last legs, noisily bouncing and shaking as it did its job. It was perfect for Carolline. She used it like a familiar lover who knew what to do to get her off.
With one leg on the floor the other on the little stool she lay down over the white tin top and held onto the raised control button display at the back.
In this position, she could tease herself to the end and cum when the spin-cycle made the machine jump around like some sort of mad robot...
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Meanwhile, Ronald was looking for his granny.
The young man had been in a daze since the morning's episode with Mortimer Blackmore. The degenerate man had used him like a cheap whore. Ronald's violated ass was still tingling and sore from where his 'master' had reamed him, fucking his virgin ass and cumming inside him. Every now and again a dollop of Mortimer's cum would dribble out.
The poor conflicted teen was so unsure of himself. Not only had he enjoyed having Mortimer's big cock in his ass, but he also couldn't wait for the next time. 'Am I gay or straight or what?', he wondered.
His granny would make him feel better. 'I'm going to tell her all about it' he thought to himself.
He looked for her in all the normal places in the house and then around the grounds. He was about to give up when he heard the washing machine as he was walking past the laundry.
His gran would have never thought to lock the door - nobody but her ever did washing after all - so that was how Ronald found her, holding on to the big white washer like it was her lover. She was spread eagle over the madly whirring machine, her huge fat ass swaying provocatively back and forth as she humped her cunt against the intense vibrations.
The crazed old woman was too far gone to notice the object of her fantasies quietly sneaking up behind her. She was holding on for dear life as the broken old machine was jumped about, banging against the wall.
He stood silently behind his grandmother's huge ass that was spread wide and rearing up in front of him. He could hear her mumbling as she fantasized about him, "Oh yes Ronnie... fuck your granny... fuck me with your lovely big cock..."
Her leggings were so tight they outlined the valleys between her prominent mons and the cleft in between were the elastic fabric had disappeared completely up inside her cunt. Her juices were saturating the cotton and a large wet patch was spreading out over the fabric that was wedged up inside her pussy.
It was too much for the conflicted boy. Pulling his pants down around his knees, Ronald's cock sprang out in front of him like a big thick spear.
The shock when she felt someone on top of her made Carolline scream...
"WHAT... STOP... STOP..."
Whoever it was holding her down painfully. She could feel frenzied hands forcing their way into her tights and groping her ass.
'It's one of the workers', she thought desperately.
The farm was so far from civilization that the cowboys and farmhands often stayed on the property for months at a time. It was too far to go into the little town and there was nothing to do there when they arrived. Most of the men figured it was better to save your money and splurge big on your leave.
Unfortunately, after a while, their repressed libidos spilled over. When jerking off no longer worked the horny cowpokes started fighting. After that, they either gave notice and left or they resorted to each other, handjobs, cocksucking and then buggery, in that order.
And then there was rape. Rare but it happened. Several of the maids had been assaulted over the years.
"P... please... there's n... no need for this," she begged. "If you leave now I won't turn around... I... I... won't see who you are..."
Psychologists and police detectives call Ronald's behavior, 'temporary insanity', the moment when the perpetrator loses all sense of right and wrong. All the boy wanted was to fuck her ass like his master had done to him.
As his beloved grandmother begged, he leaned all his weight on her back and roughly reefed her stretchy cotton tights down around her thighs. Her huge ass glowed white in the dim light ...her asshole winking at him as his nan squeezed and released her pelvic floor...
Shaking with lust the teenager groped her sopping wet cunt. He played his fingers over the damp pubic hair and delved roughly inside her.
