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40 minutes later, Olga was back in her bedroom, her hair still wet, the towel wrapped around her figure, protecting her from prying eyes. After entering the bedroom, she immediately locked the door and turned slowly toward the closet.
She took out a long robe and returned to the bed where Max was lying, watching her every action. Grandma looked at Max, and as they exchanged glances, she untied the towel from her chest, then removed it and showed the boy her naked body, with soft, clean, and wrinkle-free skin.
Even her breasts and buttocks had stopped sagging, having changed to a firmer skin, as if Grandma's body had been 20 years younger. —"It's amazing,"— Max said, amazed at the change her body had undergone.
Olga placed both hands on her waist and proudly showed the boy her chest. —"With four or five more sex sessions, everything will return to normal, and I'll be the way I was before."— With that, Olga puts on her linen robe, which falls below her knees.
She prepares her pillow and lifts her side of the bedspread before getting into bed with her back to Max. The boy, for his part, enters the sheets and presses his body against Olga's, causing his shaft to bump against Grandma's hips.
Seconds later, Olga lifts the part of the robe that covers her hips and pushes her bare bottom back, pressing her buttocks against Max's pelvis.
—"Better."— Olga comments, looking over her shoulder at the boy.
Max, in response, grabs his shaft and places it between Grandma's thighs. Then he nods.—"Better."— He replies, and finally wraps his arms around Grandma's waist.
Grandma settles her head back on her pillow and closes her eyes. She waits a few seconds and tries to sleep, but something in her honey pot is bothering her. so she opens her eyes again: —"Shit."— Grandma says, annoyed, and lowers her hand between her thighs, grabs the shaft, and inserts it into her cavern.
After inserting the shaft into her entrails, Grandma lets out a sigh and turns off the light next to the bed: —"Much better."— With that, Grandma simply closes her eyes.
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Outside in the hallway, Anna was kneeling, looking through the keyhole. As she turns off the light, she turns to get up. After taking a few steps toward her bedroom, her mother's bedroom door opens, and Natasha peeks around the side. —"What are you doing, honey.?"—
—"I went to the kitchen to get some water.."—The girl, without giving it much thought, continues on her way and opens the door to her bedroom. —"Get some rest, Mom."— Anna tells her mother before closing the door and going to sleep.
—"You get some rest too, honey."— With that, Natasha closes the door and returns to bed.
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The next morning, the moment she opens her eyes, Olga discovers that the shaft is still inside her, and instead of getting out of bed, Grandma simply begins to move her hips, causing Max to wake up and open his eyes sleepily. —"Good morning, Grandma."—
The boy yawns and wipes the remains of sleep from his eyes and asks... —"What are you doing, Grandma?"—
—"What do you think, genius.?"— Grandma answers, continuing to move her hips, and she stops when she feels the thick seed flooding her vaginal walls.
—"Good Lord, Grandma, it's less than 8 am, and at this rate, you'll be 20 again in a couple of days."— The boy comments and settles down to go back to sleep.
—"You think so?"— Grandma asks, immediately touching his face with a certain anticipation in her eyes. Then she brings both hands to her breasts and lifts them at the same time.
—"If this is part of your ability, I don't think it's that broken. Come on, I think it has certain restrictions and limits."— Olga waits patiently for the answer, but as the seconds pass, the woman turns to look at Max, but the boy goes back to sleep, his shaft resting on her belly.
Olga simply sighs and gets out of bed, going to find the clothes she'll wear that day, ignoring the juice stains on her thighs. She walks gracefully toward the closet, moving her hips from side to side, exaggerating each of her movements. But when she realizes Max is asleep, she snorts in disgust.
Olga came down at 8:30 a.m. She's wearing a white summer dress with yellow flower patterns, low-top sneakers, and her white hair is loose with a headband halfway down her head. Despite her current age, she maintains a good figure.
After going down to the kitchen, Grandma began moving pots and pans to make breakfast. Ten minutes later, Max, wearing old pants and a shirt, came into the kitchen, surprising Grandma. —"What are you planning to do.?"— Olga asked doubtfully.
—"Go work in the fields plowing the land."— Maximus replied, pointing outside the house.
Olga thought she heard the joke of the day and immediately burst out laughing, having to hide her face in embarrassment. —"Son, you're only here for a few days on vacation, and spending your time working isn't a pleasant experience."—
Max just nods at Olga's words and ask. —"Where are the tools.?"— Seeing how determined Max is, Grandma lets out a deep sigh. —"Good."— Then she walks over to the window and points at the barn. —"There's a shovel and a plow inside."—
Although Olga hasn't finished speaking, Max nods silently and immediately heads out of the house to the barn to get the tools.
Taking the plow in his hands, Max went out into the field and began pulling, making a path where he could pass. When she saw that Max wasn't using animals for the plow, her grandmother gasped.
Natasha doesn't take long to go down to the kitchen and find her mother staring out the window. —"What's wrong, Mom.?"— she asks, trying to follow her gaze.
—"That boy is crazy."— Olga comments, pointing toward the fields in front of the house where Max is plowing the land as he passes.
Natasha's mouth drops open, and when the shock wears off. —"You didn't tell him how."—
—"I tried to explain, but the boy ran away before I could."— Olga comments, without taking her eyes off the path Max is leaving in his wake. —"Now I'm just waiting for him to get tired and come back, so I can explain how the plow works."—
—"What the hell is Max doing.?"— Anna asks, looking out the window.
—"Miss, control your tongue."— Natasha comments aloud, then adds, —"Max is plowing the land."—
—"That will help Dad and the kids a lot."— Anna comments. Natasha and Olga nod almost at the same time.
Natasha frowns. —"Anna, what were we talking about your clothes.?"— She says, somewhat annoyed at the sight of the short denim shorts that barely cover half of her buttocks, along with a small shirt that reveals a large part of her abdomen. Thanks to her large breasts, the shirt seems very small and rides up a little higher.
—"For the love of God, Mom, Max can barely see me."— The girl says, looking at her grandmother for help. Natasha narrows her eyes.
—"Naty, don't jump to conclusions. We'll have to see what happens first."— Olga comments, causing Natasha to snort in disgust at Anna, and the girl to simply show her best and most sincere smile.
This time, Natasha has to give in to her mother's words. —"Whatever."— Natasha says with some annoyance and walks toward the refrigerator, giving her daughter's skimpy clothing one last look and letting out a short murmur under her breath.
—"By the way, I'll take Max swimming in the lake."— Anna comments, as she pours more cereal into her bowl, and Natasha lets out another series of murmurs, making Olga roll her eyes.
—"Oh, I think Max is finally tired enough."— Anna says, pointing out the window, causing both women to turn back to see what was happening outside the house.
Max drops the plow and wipes the sweat from his forehead before taking off his shirt and revealing his sweaty pecs along with the six-pack on his abdomen, once again leaving the three women watching from the house speechless and open-mouthed.
—"You know, I think you're right this time."— Natasha comments, adding as she turns around, sliding her hands down her hips."—I'll wear something lighter against this heat."— pointing at her long dress.
—"I'll find a container to take him some water."— Anna says, running into the living room, disappearing from the kitchen.
After seeing her daughter and granddaughter's attitude, Olga lets out a long sigh, seeing that the competition for Max's attention has more than doubled. The problem is that she doesn't have any plausible enough excuse to do anything.
—"Damn brat."— Olga mutters in annoyance and returns to preparing breakfast, as the woman still has enough time for a few extra sessions of wild sex.
Max, meanwhile, continues dragging the plow through the first field, wiping the sweat from his forehead, as he watches his cousin Anna come out of the house, holding a bowl.
The girl feels Max's eyes on her body, and Anna, in response, begins to walk more slowly with grace and flirtatiousness.
Max follows her cousin's path from the door of the house to the field where she is and waits until Anna arrives.
—"Here."— Anna says as she reaches Max, handing him the thermos. She adds. —"Use it to hydrate yourself; we don't want you to get heatstroke."— Max simply nods and grabs the thermos before opening it and taking a sip of water. —"Grandma wants you to go home and have some breakfast before going back to work."—
—"Sure."— Max replies, nodding and adding a few seconds later. —"Let me finish this field."—
Anna scrunches up her face in response, not understanding what Max just said, and she simply adds. —"Ah..!"— With that, Max opens the thermos and takes the liquid. After finishing drinking, he returns the container to his cousin Anna. —"Thank you."—
With that, the boy takes hold of the plow again and begins to pull three times faster, leaving not only his cousin Anna with her mouth open, but also Olga, who is watching from the kitchen window, and Natasha, the woman who was watching him from her bedroom on the second floor.
Maximus finishes plowing one hectare of crops before breakfast.
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