In a quiet residential area, inside a large villa, Emma lies on her bed wearing a red bra that barely contains her huge, gravity-defying breasts. With one hand pressing her own breast, the other fingers her pussy furiously. The thought that her own grandson might be witnessing her act doubles the excitement.
Suddenly, a mischievous idea crosses her mind. While fingering herself, she starts moaning, "Ahh, my grandson Chris… fuck me… yeah, just like that… fuck me hard." Her fingering speed increases. Anyone witnessing the scene would clearly see that she is imagining her grandson fucking her. Then she adds, "Ahh, Chris… why aren't you picking up the hints I'm dropping? Your grandma is really lonely and needs a man to fulfill her." After reaching her climax, she collapses onto the bed, breathing heavily, but she knows Chris is outside masturbating to her.
Emma Smith is a 62-year-old woman who lives with her daughter-in-law Rose, her grandson Chris Smith, her granddaughter Sophia Smith, her daughter Mia, her granddaughter Hanna, and the housekeeper Alice.
Emma works as the principal of Meteor High School, an elite institution filled with top-tier students and teachers. Her husband died in his mid-30s. Emma gave birth in her early twenties to her son Theo Smith and her daughter Mia. She has always been adventurous in her sex life, advocating sexual freedom and preferring risky, open, and public encounters. In her younger days, she was open to all kinds of sex ,she was truly wild. However, she stopped all of that after marriage. Back then, she was quite the slut, but now she has start to grow bored of her peaceful life and is starting to miss those thrilling old days.
Although Emma is 62 years old, she looks like a stunning MILF in her mid-40s, with gravity-defying large breasts, a big round ass, and a perfect hourglass figure—only a few wrinkles on her face and her white hair hint at her true age. If she went to a bar, she could easily find someone to sleep with her—she's still incredibly hot—but she finds that option boring. She lacks the time and energy for casual hookups. Instead, she craves something different… and she has finally found her chance.
She remembers three days ago: while fingering herself, the act started to felt routine and brought no real pleasure—she was even started getting bored. Then she suddenly heard a noise near the door. She quickly threw on her night coat on her body and went out to check who might be at this time, but found no one there. However, she noticed a sticky white liquid on the floor near the door. She scooped some onto her finger, smelled it, and tasted it—she was 100% certain it was cum. And since there was only one man in the house, she knew exactly who it belonged to.
She didn't know how to react to the fact that her grandson had seen her masturbating. She felt embarrassed about being caught, proud that she was still sexy enough to make someone masturbate to her, angry at both herself and Chris, and strangely thrilled by the taboo excitement of the situation. She was feeling a mix of emotions at this point.
The next morning when she saw Chris, he avoided eye contact, looking guilty, yet he kept sneaking glances at her. The entire situation injected new excitement into her otherwise dull life.
Some nights, she masturbates when everyone is asleep or busy with their own activities. She still doesn't know why Chris came to her room at that exact moment that night.
That night, she lay naked on the bed, eyes closed, playing with her breasts and fingering herself at the exact same time as the previous night. She only shut the door without locking it. She focused entirely on the door, hoping to hear the slightest sound of it opening. At first, she was disappointed, thinking Chris wasn't coming, but then she heard the door move—just a tiny bit. That small sound sent a wave of excitement through her. Knowing someone might be watching her finger herself increased her pleasure, and the possibility that it was her grandson made the taboo thrill even more intense.
A few minutes later, she came hard. She lay back, catching her breath, but she couldn't sense whether the person at the door had left. After waiting long enough to be sure Chris had gone, she got up, opened the door, and checked the floor. There was no cum this time, only a wet spot that looked like it had been wiped with a tissue. She was certain it was Chris—he had even brought tissue to clean up the evidence. How naughty.
But watching and masturbating from the hallway was no longer enough for her. She wanted to go further. She wanted to cross the line of their relationship, to engage in a forbidden, taboo affair—the kind of raw excitement and passion she hadn't felt in decades, far beyond what plastic toys and her own fingers could provide. She was tired of being bored of fingers.
Three days earlier—exactly one week before Meteor High School opened—Chris was preparing his books and supplies for his final year of high school. He had just turned 18 this year. He was good-looking, with black hair, a normal build, and a pleasing face thanks to his mother's genes. While checking his books at night, he realized one was missing. He remembered leaving it in his grandmother's room. The time was around 10:30 PM, and he figured she might still be awake watching shows or reading, so he decided to go get the book and finish packing everything.
Grandma Emma's room was on the second floor, along with Chris's room, his mother Rose's room, and his big sister Sophia's room—all with attached bathrooms. The ground floor had two guest rooms, the maid Alice's room, Aunt Mia's room, cousin Hanna's room, the hall, kitchen, and other rooms. The villa was quite spacious.