*Mabel 'uh'uhs' in agreement*
[Mabel]
Sounds like you had a good time! I wasn't without company while you were away; Justin was kind enough to stay for a few weeks. Ever since he took up bodybuilding as a hobby, he's been a real treat around the house helping me clean up. He fixed up the garden fence, did you notice?
*sudden silence, almost awkward*
[Mabel]
Anyway....I do have some news to break. It is pretty big, so I'm happy you're already sitting there.
[Mabel]
Frankly, dear, things have gotten rather, well, stale between us, haven't they?
[Mabel]
What I mean is-- Well, I might as well get to the point. Justin and I are fucking. We're in a relationship together. The first night, when I caught Justin admiring those powerful muscles of his in the mirror, was certainly unplanned. But all the others? *m* have been such a depraved thrill, Arthur.
[Mabel]
I can see you're disappointed, dear. But, frankly, I don't care. Your cock's like a limp noodle compared to Justin's. *m* You should see it. It's like a log! Every night he stuffs me, and I sometimes worry he might break my insides, but we always seem to manage.
[Mabel] *with increased excitement*
In fact, why don't you take a look for yourself? Justin? You can come in now, you big hunk.
[Mabel]
*K* You see how big he's gotten over the past month? You can see his bulge before he's even walked in! Wouldn't surprise me if all the young women and tutors at college are fawning over him, but he's mine.
[Mabel] *with increased horniness*
See? He's even got bigger muscles than you. Those godlike biceps are bigger than your head and they're not even pumped up. *m* And that cock of his-- go on, babe, show it off for your pathetic grandpa. Take out your cock, hubby. I want you to compare it with Justin's here.
[Mabel] *Sternly*
I wasn't asking. Do it.
[Mabel]
God, Justin, you're even bigger than yesterday! Those pills I gave you must've worked a treat. It's so fat and thick *m* It really is like a log, isn't it? Look at those veins running across his shaft, twitching and throbbing. *gasp* It's even sensitive to gramma's touch. Pre-cum staining the table. Must be nearly time for my snack *M*
[Mabel]
And then there's yours, Arthur. A limp, pathetic little noodle in comparison. Are you crying? I knew the news would shock you, but didn't think it would make you cry like a little bitch. Besides, I haven't told you the best part yet. You remember mentioning my new gown and how it looked tight on me? Well
[Mabel] *with glee and slight arousal*
