All characters are 18 years old or older.
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Glen had two Grandmothers like most people. Grandmother Marie Pullins, his father's mother, was 75, morbidly obese and had to use a cane to help get around. She rarely got out of the house much except to go to church or socialize with her friends once a week or so. She wore her hair in a short, no nonsense, minimal care style and favored sack type dresses since they were easy to get on and, more importantly, easy to lift up when those sudden urges to pee came along. She had health problems, diabetes being chief among them, but was not yet on insulin and also had high blood pressure and somewhat reduced kidney function. But despite her health problems she always had a big plate of at least three kinds of fresh baked cookies when Glen and his father Mike and mother Karen came to visit. She was the typical model grandmother that could be found around the world in any culture.
Glen's other Grandmother, Sandra Davis, was the complete opposite of Grandmother Marie. Sandra had given birth to Glen's mother at the age of eighteen whereas his father was the youngest of three brothers and Marie had him when she was well into her thirties. Since Karen had Glen when she was twenty and Glen was now eighteen Grandmother Sandra was a relatively young fifty-six but she would not tolerate being called Grandma, Nana or any other names associated with her ranking in the family tree so Glen called her Sandra. It seemed a bit weird but that's how it was.
Sandra was also the opposite of Marie in her appearance and lifestyle. She had worked in commercial and high end residential real estate in Las Vegas for many years and was very successful at it making her quite wealthy. She had an active social life and frequently flew to domestic and foreign destinations to set up deals or sometimes just to have fun. She had no health problems of which Glen was aware other than a bit of a smoker's cough during cold weather.
But it was her face and body that turned heads the most. Sandra had beautiful features with nary a visible wrinkle and wore her makeup tastefully. Although people suspected it, she had never had plastic surgery of any kind. She possessed a trim yet curvy figure and long blonde hair, artificially lightened of course, that reached to her chest.
And what a chest it was.
The woman had a set of tits that were absolutely astounding. She was a DD cup for sure and likely measured in the 35-36 inch range. There was no hiding them and she had been stared at and had lewd comments made to her for her entire life. But she learned to use her fearsome breasts to her advantage over the years. Depending on the occasion she would either mostly cover them or show just the right amount of cleavage, which ever style was appropriate for the occasion, business or pleasure.
Glen really didn't notice them much until he hit puberty after which he had to make a real effort not to blatantly stare at them. She was his Grandmother after all. This meant that when Glen and his parents visited her at her somewhat modest ranch house in Vegas he had to spend a lot of time in her pool or with a big towel bundled up on his crotch. When Sandra came to visit it meant pillows in his lap in the guise of something to prop his arms on. Sometimes he just gave up and went to his room so no one would see the boner he had from looking at his Grandmother' tits. Glen's mom, Karen, was no slouch in the boob department either sporting a nice set of C cups but they didn't have the same effect on men and boys as Sandra's awesome rack. And in a few minutes Sandra was going to arrive right here at Glen's house.
Sandra was going to stay for a week or so not so much for a visit but because Grandmother Marie had fallen and fractured her hip a month or so ago. The surgery to repair it had gone well but she needed some time in a rehab facility to regain her strength before she could be sent home. She was going to be released in two days and his parents were going to drive up tomorrow and stay with her until they were sure she could get around at least enough to take care of herself. While Glen was eighteen and could manage on her own his parents felt like an adult in the house would be a good idea. Not that Glen would throw a huge party or drink all the booze in the house. He was a good kid but his parents knew that he would be bored to death at Marie's house and so arranged for Sandra to come and stay with him.
Glen sat in a rocker and drank some iced tea on the front porch waiting for his mom and Grandmother to arrive. Karen had gone to pick Sandra up at the airport a couple of hours ago and had sent him a text that they were on the way home. He had not seen Sandra in almost a year and he wondered how she looked and, more important, what she would be wearing. Glen leaned his head back and dozed for a bit enjoying the warm summer breeze. He was in a tank top and gym shorts, his usual summer attire, a bit sweaty from the heat. His mother honked her car's horn as she pulled into the driveway startling Glen awake. He stood up and walked down the stairs to greet them. His mom got out of the car first, the trunk lid opening as she closed the car door.
"Come on and get this luggage, Glen," said his mother.
Glen went around to the trunk to get the bags only to be stopped in his tracks by Sandra.
"Oh my God look at you!" she squealed as she grabbed him and pulled him in for a big hug. "You're taller than your Dad I bet!"
Not quite since Glen's Dad, Mike was 6'4" but at 6'1" and a solid 190lbs Glen had definitely matured a bit since Sandra last saw him. He returned her hug lightly feeling her tits compress against his chest. She wore a light blue pantsuit made of thin material and a loose yellow top that showed just a touch of cleavage but couldn't hide the volume.
"It's good to see you too," said Glen as Sandra gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. The two separated and Glen reached in for her luggage. There was one large and one small suitcase and he pulled them out of the trunk with ease then carried them up the stairs. He stopped and waited on the porch as his mother and Grandmother caught up to him.
"Just take them up to the guest room," said Karen.
Glen took both bags and carried them upstairs and put them in the middle of the floor of the guest room them went back down. His Mom was in the kitchen but he didn't see Sandra.
"She's on the porch having a smoke. I wouldn't let her smoke in the car on the way here," said his Mom.
Since Karen had just stopped smoking herself 3 years ago Glen knew she was adamant about not having anyone smoke around her so he went out on the porch and sat on the rail across from Sandra. She sat in the same rocker he had been in when they arrived. She held her hand holding the cigarette up as her elbow sat on the arm rest and leaned back in the chair, her face looking up at him. While Glen didn't really care for girls that smoked somehow Sandra made it look so sexy as she took a puff then blew the smoke towards the ceiling. Keep looking at her face, Glen told himself, keep looking at her face.
"So how did football and wrestling go this year?" she asked as Glen struggled to keep eye contact.
"Ah, football, not so good. We were 4 and 6 and our coach got fired. Wrestling was better. We went 7 and 3 in dual meets and 4 guys went to the state tournament but no one except Jordy got past the second round. Jordy placed 3rd in the state. I missed going to state by one win."
"Well that's great for you. Are you going to try and wrestle in college?"
"I don't think so. Those guys are all older and most of them are former state champs. But my friend Jordy did get a partial scholarship though."
"I remember Jordy. Nice boy."
She wouldn't say that if she knew how much Jordy obsessed over her boobs and would likely be here bright and early to ogle her unabashedly.
"Do you have any plans for the week or anywhere you want to go?" she asked.
"Not really. Besides Dad has a list of chores he wants done so that'll keep me busy."
A loud whirring noise came from the inside of the house. Sandra's face lit up.
"Margaritas!" she exclaimed as she crushed her cigarette in the ashtray then got up and headed inside. Glen followed her in and, sure enough, his mom had a pitcher full of margaritas, glasses and salt ready.
"Gimmee, gimmee, gimmee!" said Sandra as she picked up the nearest glass.
"Oh you're horrible," said Karen as she filled Sandra's glass.
"This is my first drink all week I'll have you know."
"Oh." Karen shrugged her shoulders and poured herself one. Judging by the two half gallon jugs of tequila and bottles of margarita mix it was likely going to be a long night for the adults in the house.
Glen heard the front door opening and closing and a moment later his father came in the kitchen, a 12 back of favorite beer tucked under his arm.
"There she is!" he said loudly as he quickly stepped towards Sandra and gathered her up in his meaty arms. Mike built soundstages for a living along with doing some local video shoots and his jobs required a lot of heavy lifting. He was broad and muscular and Sandra had to tiptoe to get her arms around his neck as his father gently lifted her off the ground.
"Great to see you. How was your trip?" he asked as he set her down.
