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Alex Buchmann pulled up the long driveway to the "Buchmann estate" as most called the home where his Grandmother lived. His mother had actually been the motivating force behind his visit as much as anything.
It had been barely two weeks since his brothers marriage when the inevitable his Grandmother had warned of, happened. A photo of Michael's bachelor party had been posted on the Facebook page of one of the men who had attended. While this was strictly forbidden, and the post had been quickly removed; the photo had already been seen. A photo with the "well known attorney" Richard Buchmann; half-drunk, with his hand up the skirt of a bleach blonde secretary.
To say his mother Grace was livid would have been an understatement. Alex had never seen his mother as angry as she was when she slapped the Daily Post on the dining room table in front of his father this morning.
In a voice as cold as ice, she had informed Alex he would be visiting his Grandmother Madeline, while she had a "discussion" with his father. Alex couldn't get out of the house fast enough as he almost pitied his father for his own stupidity.
Alex had telephoned his Grandmother, who seemed very aware of everything that was happening, and she encouraged him to come and visit. As he exited his car at the circle drive, he gave a sigh of relief at the quiet that greeted him.
Walking towards the front door, he saw one of the groundkeepers mowing off to the side. He watched the man's muscles work as he handled the push mower around bushes. I bet Grandmother likes those arms, he thought.
Jesus, he thought, first your mother and now you're Grandmother. Are you really this perverted, his mind almost screamed. He shook his head to try and clear the thought from his mind.
Ringing the front doorbell, Alex was surprised when his Uncle Frank answered instead of the usual butler or maid. At forty-five, Frank Buchmann still lived at home and had never married. Like his brother he had attended law school, but unlike his brother he had finished in the middle of his class. Rather than seek notoriety in the courtroom, Frank had found a calling in corporate and personal bankruptcies. With today's ever changing economy, Frank had been finding his workload climbing and climbing.
As his Uncle often told him; "There's nothing like getting rich off of someone else's poverty."
"Alex" Uncle Frank exclaimed, clapping his nephew on the shoulder. "Come on in, mom's expecting you."
"Thanks" Alex said as he stepped into the large marble foyer. "Seemed a bit safer over here than home right now." He replied quietly.
"No shit" Frank laughed. "Your dad fucked up big time buddy, and not in a good way."
"Yeah" was all Alex could reply, he was startled word had spread so quickly through the Buchmann clan.
"IF your mother is like mine she will have his nuts in a vise" Frank laughed again. "Then remind him just who owns those two little jewels".
Alec couldn't help but laugh at his Uncle Frank's comments. He had a mental picture of his mother squeezing the blood out of his father's balls, while he sat there like a cowered puppy.
"Come on" Frank said. "She's in the Solarium" Frank started leading Alex through the house.
As always, Alex was marveling at the size of the Buchmann house as he quietly followed his Uncle. While he had been here many times, he was always amazed at the size and beauty of the home. The architecture was something that always intrigued him.
"Mom has been eager for you to get here" Frank said over his shoulder. "She must really have something for you to...work hard at" he chuckled.
Alex didn't miss the hesitation in his Uncle's voice. On God, he thought, does he know? Wait, he thought, does Uncle Frank and Grandma Madeline? His brain tried to process that thought as he walked into the solarium.
Madeline Buchmann rose to meet her grandson, her eyes traveling over his well-muscled form. Ever since that day in garden, she had not been able to get the size of his cock out of her mind. It had given her plenty of fresh ammunition for those quiet nights with her electric friend.
"Alex, it's so good to see you" she smiled. "Give your grandmother a kiss" her eyes sparkled.
Alex leaned down and brushed his lips over his grandmother's cheek, and then he rose to find his seat.
"Alex" his grandmother's voice stopped him. "I said...give me a kiss." Her voice left no doubt his earlier attempt had been insufficient.
As her grandson leaned down to once again kiss her cheek, Madeline reached up placing her palms to the sides of his face. Turning him slightly, she brought his lips directly to hers.
As his lips melded to his grandmother's, Alex felt and heard a small hum of approval come from her. Instinctively his hand came out to rest on her hip as he tasted her lips. He could feel a rush of blood start to fill his cock as he felt her tongue graze slightly over his lips.
"Much better" Madeline sighed as she parted lips.
"Jesus" Alex whispered as he pulled back. He looked over at Uncle Frank who had stood by quietly during the heated exchange, a smile on his face.
"I think I'll just leave you two alone...for now" Frank laughed lightly.
"Not to long dear" Madeline smiled. "I may have need of both of you." Her smile broadened.
"IF you need me just yell mother" Frank replied. Then he leaned down and whispered loud enough for Alex to hear. "I do mean...YELL mother" he smiled.
As Madeline slowly sat back on the lounger, she patted the seat next to her.
