Grandma's Biscuits & Gravy by Earth Angel (earthangelxxx@gmail.com) *** A pantyhose/incest story about a guilt-ridden Texas grandmother who decides that her twin 12-year-old grandsons - who are visiting for the weekend - need a masturbation lesson in order to keep them from getting into any more trouble at school. (F/bb, pre, ped, inc, mast) *** Note: The following is a work of fiction written for entertainment purposes only. The characters are not intended to depict real people, nor does the author condone any of the unlawful sexual activity depicted in this material. *** Janice Mayweather never thought of herself as the greatest mother in the world. After raising two children, she had to admit over the years there were times when she probably should have been more protective of her two children, especially her daughter Melinda, who now had three children of her own. While Janice realized no mother was perfect, she firmly believed, regardless of her mistakes, that she still understood more about parenting than her daughter ever would, with all of her silly time outs, pointless lectures, and ridiculous psycho-babble, which never stopped any of her children from running circles around her. Ironically, in spite of their differences, Melinda was never unwilling to turn to her mother when she needed a favor, which is why her twin sons had been sent to stay with their grandmother while she and her husband Colin went to Austin for a tour of the campus where their daughter Samantha was about to become the first woman in the entire family to attend a four-year university. While Janice believed she had done everything possible to set a good example as a mother, the longer she spent looking after Brendan, and his quiet, yet equally troublesome brother, Trevor, the more it seemed that Melinda had done very little in terms of training of them to act like decent young men, instead of raging wild animals. It was Sunday morning, and as usual Janice had been up since the crack of dawn, while her husband Bill remained fast asleep, after a long week renovating old houses with his construction business. Her short, copper brown hair, with only a slight tinge of gray, had been washed, conditioned and vigorously blown dry, providing an attractive frame for the warmth of her deep hazel eyes. While her straight, broad-tipped nose was perfectly placed in the exact middle of her face. Yet her inexplicably tiny mouth had never seemed quite right, with her round face, and plump, rosy cheeks. While the rest of the house remained asleep, Janice had spent 30 minutes in the mirror getting all dolled up for church later that morning, using black mascara and taupe eyeshadow to lengthen her eyelashes and give them a more sultry look, along with glossy pink lipstick, and layers of foundation and concealer to mask all the tiny wrinkles and blemishes betraying her true age. After 40 years of marriage, Janice hadn't forgotten that her faithful husband, a proud, self-made, Vietnam veteran, was a man who appreciated nothing more than seeing his mature, full-figured wife looking every bit as sexy and desirable as the day they were married. With a white apron draped over the front of her scoop neck, floral print sundress, Janice stood in the kitchen humming "Crazy" by Patsy Cline, smelling the fresh-cut grass while the morning sunlight came pouring in through the open window that overlooked their spacious front yard. She stood there looking out at their peaceful suburban cul-de-sac, leaning over a hot stove in her favorite pair of vintage white mules, the ones with the low heels and the open toes, perfect for walking, especially around the house, with her sexy, high- arched feet beautifully encased in a classic pair of off-white control-top pantyhose from JC Penny. As she happily enjoyed her brief moment of peace and quiet, she reached over and dipped her finger into a steaming pot of warm sausage gravy, which was almost ready to pour over the homemade buttermilk biscuits she baked every weekend. While the gravy tasted pretty good, she noted, sucking it off her finger, she thought to herself it could still use a bit more seasoning, adding a little salt and pepper before setting two plates on the table, when Brendan and Trevor came storming into the kitchen, arguing about God's know what, making far too much ruckus while their grandfather slept in the next room. "Boys!" Janice said, wiping her hands off on her apron, before setting them against her pear-shaped hips. "What in the hell's gotten into you? Didn't I warn you about making too much noise while your grandfather's asleep?" "Sorry, Grandma," Brendan said, pointing a finger at his brother. "Trevor started it. We were just throwing the ball around. Then he flung it at me for no reason, so I slugged him." "Oh, really," she said, folding her arms under the massive weight of her huge prominent tits, which looked even bigger as she pressed them together and thrust them toward the children. "Trevor, is that true?" she asked, raising her eyebrow suspiciously. "Kind of," the boy answered sheepishly. "I did hit him with the ball. But only cuz he said I threw like a girl. He had no right to hit me." "I see," she said, turning the other way. "Brendan, I'm sure your mother's warned you about teasing your brother like that. And Trevor, you need to learn how to control your temper. If everyone started throwing things at people just for making fun of them, do you really think it would solve anything?" "No, Grandma," he answered promptly. "That's right," Janice said. "Besides, how many times have I warned you two about playing ball in the house. Somebody's liable to break something. Now go sit down at the table and eat your breakfast. Your mother is on her way to pick you up. As soon as you're finished, I want both of you out of those dirty pajamas, so you can take a hot bath." Brendan flopped his skinny arms. "Aw, come on Grandma," the boy argued. "Don't make us take another bath, at least not together. We're too old for that now." "Yeah, Grandma," Trevor complained. "Don't make us share the tub again. Brendan's always farting. Plus, last time, my foot accidentally touched his wiener. " When Trevor finished whining, Janice took the dish rag she'd been using to wipe off the stove and slapped it down hard against the kitchen counter. She turned back, spinning on her heels, as she angrily responded in her firm Texas twang. "Now, listen here," she said, pointing her finger. "I told you once and I'm not saying it again. So unless you want me to go find one of Grandpa's belts, you've got five minutes to finish eating. Then both of you better strip down to your little peckers and get your grungy asses into that goddamn tub. Understood?" "Yes, Grandma," the boys answered, before quietly shuffling over to the table. For the moment, it was quiet as Janice turned back for a quick sip of her morning coffee, when she heard Brendan whispering something under his breath. "Hey, Trev," he said, as Janice turned back in time to see the boy lifting his fork. "Check out this gravy," he said, with a devilish grin, as the creamy sauce went dribbling down onto his plate. "Remind you of anything?" "Eww," his brother answered. "That's sick," he added with a snicker. "But at least Mom's never found any gravy like that all over my underwear." Janice frowned. For a second, she was certain she'd misheard something. "Excuse me," she said, stepping right over. "Nothing, Grandma," Brendan said, shoveling the fork in his mouth. "We were just talking about the gravy," he added, talking with his mouthful. "It's really good." Janice smirked, tapping the floor with the base of her hard leather shoe. "Don't try to fool me, young man," she said, lifting her index finger. "I may be old, but I'm not stupid. You think I don't know what you boys are talking about? I've got a son too, remember? Who do you think washed all those dirty sheets for your Uncle Charlie? Trust me, I know all about it. Now, hurry up and finish your breakfast, so you can clear those dishes." "Sorry, Grandma," Brendan said. "Yeah, sorry Grandma," Trevor added, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Maybe we should talk about something else," he suggested. "This is kind of grossing me out." "Oh, is it?" Janice asked, stepping toward the table. "And why's that?" she wondered, sliding out a third wooden chair. From the moment she walked over and sat beside him, Janice couldn't help noticing the disturbing manner in which Trevor seemed to be watching her. His innocent blue eyes paid full attention, as she gently eased her large backside down to the seat, where she firmly held the rising hem of her loose-fitting dress, before carefully sweeping her right leg over the other, breaking the silence as her thick thighs rubbed together with a short, audible swish. Still, Trevor sat there, quiet as a mouse, distracted by something, that much was obvious, Janice thought, as she clasped her hands together and laid them over the silky nylon on her bended knee. Finally, when Trevor seemed to collect himself, Janice looked on intently, while the lower half of her pantyhosed leg began idly swinging back and forth. "Umm, you know," Trevor said, pausing to clear his throat. "It's like one day everything is normal, then the next day, we wake up with this nasty goo that shoots everywhere for no reason. I mean, why can't we just be normal?" Janice nodded, answering back gently. "Trevor, you are normal, sweetheart," she said, reaching over and touching his upper thigh. "It's all part of becoming a man. Pretty soon, you and your brother will start having girlfriends, and before you know it, maybe even families of your own." "Girlfriends," said Brendan, as Janice turned his way. "I don't think so," he said, waving his open hand. "We hate girls. Right, Trev?" Trevor nodded back immediately. "Heck yeah," he said. "Girls are the worst. I mean, except for Miss Holloway. But that's it though." "Miss Holloway," Janice said, as she leaned back, folding her arms once more. "I've never heard you talk about her before. Is she one of your new teachers?" As Janice waited for an answer, Brendan's mouth turned crooked, with a look on his face as if Trevor had just ratted him out. The longer she waited, the more his eyes shifted in every possible direction but hers. Meanwhile, Trevor remained quiet, his head sunken to his chest. "Sounds to me like one of you has a crush," Janice said teasingly. "I thought I knew all the teachers at Sterling. She must be new," their grandmother figured. "So go on, tell me about her. Is she pretty?" Still, there was no response. Again, Brendan tried his best to ignore the question, as Trevor shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. "Fine," she said. "Keep your little secret. I'm sure your mother knows who she is. Maybe I'll just ask her." As expected, Trevor's head shot up instantly. "No," said the boy. "Please don't say anything to Mom. It will only get us in trouble." Knowing their penchant for mischief, Janice quickly realized there had to be something more going on, something which neither one of them seemed particularly eager to share. "Trouble?" she repeated calmly. "For what?" she asked, pressing further. "Did something happen at school, something your mother doesn't know about?" Once again, the room fell silent as she patiently gave the boys a moment to consider their next answer. She watched the boys trading glances back and forth, as if battling to see which of them could remain silent longer. Meanwhile, Janice remained seated with her legs neatly crossed, rolling her right ankle, with her white shoe dangling from the tip of her nylon-covered foot. Finally, after several seconds, it was Trevor, the shy one, who reluctantly answered first. "Miss Holloway doesn't wear panties under her skirt," said the boy. Janice paused for a moment, wondering how a 12-year- old boy could possibly know such a thing. She slowly inhaled, making her best effort to remain calm, before leaning forward with keen interest, unaware that the gaping neckline of her otherwise modest sundress had fallen open, exposing a glimpse of the endless cleavage where her soft, heaving breasts came swelling out over the cups of her 44-inch bra. Finally, the awkward silence became too much, as she looked up and faintly stammered, "Oh, I see. Well, umm, honestly, that's not so unusual. To be honest, I've known many women who don't wear underwear," Janice said. "My only question is how in the world either of you would even know such a thing?" she asked, fidgeting with the rising hem of her dress, where her legs remained crossed, as her right hand slid down below her left knee, sweeping over the tapered curve of her bulging left calf, leisurely caressing the soothing texture of her soft, silky pantyhose, which briefly set her mind at ease. "Because," Trevor continued. "Brendan hid under her desk and took pictures up her skirt." As Trevor finished, Brendan sprang from his seat, no doubt looking to escape, before Janice grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him back to keep him from getting away. Unaware of her own strength, Brendan stumbled and fell sideways, twisting before he landed face first, smack in between his grandmother's giant tits. Janice leaned back, giving Brendan a moment to steady himself as he laid there sprawled out across her lap. For a moment, she could feel his hand fumbling beneath her dress, where his fingers seemed to be lingering on purpose, spending several seconds groping his own grandmother over the pantyhose. Finally, Brendan sat up, bracing himself against her fully exposed upper thighs, before hopping back to his feet as Janice began scolding him. "So this is what you do at school?" she said sternly. "It's a wonder you weren't expelled. Does your principal know about this?" Brendan shook his head. "No, Grandma," he answered quietly. "Miss Holloway promised not to tell anyone as long as I deleted the pictures." "Hmm, I suppose it could be just as embarrassing for her," she replied, thinking out loud. "So how on Earth did you manage to get caught in the first place?" As she waited for an answer, from the corner of my eye, she caught Trevor glancing sideways as she readjusted the bottom of her dress. His eyes appeared to be focused on her legs, or more specifically, the space in between, which Janice was careful not reveal, as she elegantly crossed her legs the other way, denying the little devil any chance of a quick peak. "Well," Brendan answered finally. "The plan was for Trevor to sneak into her classroom after 4th period. That's usually when she takes lunch. Then when she came back, before her next class, I was supposed to come in and ask her a question about the paper we're writing on Abraham Lincoln, except Trevor got all scared and took off like a little chicken. So I ended up hiding under the desk myself. " "I see. So then what happened? Did she catch you?" "No," Brendan said. "Not right away. It's a pretty big desk. I was under there for a while. The only reason she caught me is because I bumped my head." "Oh, and how did that happen?" Brendan blushed. Meanwhile, Janice couldn't help wondering what exactly this new teacher had been wearing to school. In her day, all the teachers dressed like nuns. It was no wonder there were so many stories in the news lately about teachers having sex with their students. Finally, Brendan worked up the nerve to continue on with all the sordid details. "Well," he began again. "The way she was sitting, with her legs open and everything, I could see almost everything. Her radio was on, so I was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to hear the camera. Still, I had to move closer to really get a good view. As I leaned forward, she opened her legs even wider where I could totally see her...well, you know." "No, I don't know," Janice said, staring back blankly. "Tell me exactly what you saw." Brendan swallowed. "Um," he stammered. "I saw her, uh, you know, her vagina and everything." "I see. And what did it look like?" "Well, it looked kind of shiny, you know, like it was wet or something. Plus, I always thought older women had hair down there, but hers didn't. It was all smooth, like she shaved it or something." "Yes," his grandmother explained. "Some women do that. So then what happened? Did you take a picture?" Brendan nodded. "A few," he replied, with a subtle grin. "The whole time she had no idea. It was so awesome." "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Janice said, shaking her head. "But it's wrong to invade someone's privacy like that. You should know better." "I know, Grandma," he said sincerely. "I just couldn't help myself. She's the prettiest teacher in school . All the boys talk about her, especially the 8th graders. " "So is that why you did it, to impress the 8th graders?" Brendan nodded again. "They're always teasing us, calling us virgins and stuff like that. We just thought it would make them stop." "I doubt it," said Janice. "That's just how it is sometimes. Older boys are always looking for someone to pick on. Besides, now you've got a teacher who'll never trust you again. But you still haven't told me how she caught you under her desk. What happened after that?" Brendan looked away, standing there quietly scratching the back of his head. "Brendan, I'm talking to you. I know you're afraid of getting in trouble, but you can best believe it will only get worse if you don't tell me everything. Now go on and tell me the rest." The look on Brendan's face instantly told Janice he was deeply embarrassed about something. He was barely able to look her in the eye as he stood there shuffling back and forth. "I can tell you, Grandma," Trevor said, seeming to enjoy watching his brother squirm. "Shut up, Trevor," Brendan said, snapping back quickly. "It was nothing, Grandma," he finally confessed. "I mean, I was just taking pictures and then all of a sudden she reached down between her legs and started touching herself, you know, down there." "Oh, my goodness," said Janice, clutching her chest. "You've got to be kidding? What kind of teacher does that at school?" Brendan nodded back quietly. "I didn't know what to do. She started making these strange noises and I forgot all about the camera. " "So what, did you drop it or something? Is that how she caught you?" "No," Brendan said. "I just, um... I just got so excited that the next I knew I was touching myself too." "Oh, good Lord," Janice said, swallowing hard. "Please don't say what I think you're about to say." "I couldn't help it, Grandma. It felt so good. She kept making these noises like she was crying or something, only she wouldn't stop rubbing between her legs. The longer I watched, the more I kept rubbing myself too. Finally, she started rubbing it really fast. Then my head got all dizzy and that's when I bumped my head. She jumped up and started screaming before she finally realized it was me." "So that was it, huh. The end of your little game," Janice said, shaking her head again. "Serves you right, young man. So what did she say?" "She asked me how long I'd been down there, and why I would do such a thing. Her face was all red. She looked really confused, like she didn't know whether to be angry or run away. "Did she touch you?" Janice asked. "I mean, were you ever afraid she might hit you?" "No, never," Brendan said. "I mean, I could tell she was really mad, but eventually she calmed down. That's when she took me by the hand and started to take me down to the principal's office." "But you told me your principal doesn't know about this?" Brendan nodded. "We got right to the door," he shamefully explained. "Then she turned back and noticed the spot on my pants." "Oh, no," his grandmother replied wearily, imagining the look of horror on that poor woman's face, seeing what Janice could only imagine was a huge patch of semen all over her grandson's crotch. "Brendan, you didn't!" "He sure did," Trevor said, laughing out loud. "That's not even the best part. Tell her how you threw your underwear in the garbage," he said grinning. "Then Mom came home and found them all covered with that goo." "This is unbelievable," Janice said, rising from her seat. "You boys are barely even teenagers. I mean, what on Earth will you think of next?" She turned back to Brendan who looked as if he was ready to strangle his brother for making fun of him, before he wisely decided to stay put for the moment, as his grandmother began pacing around the kitchen, fuming over their incredible foolishness. "That's it. I've heard enough," she said, pointing back at them. "Pick up those plates and put them in the sink. And I'm telling you right now, both of you better have your skinny asses in that tub in the next five minutes, or I swear to God there'll be hell to pay." She then watched as Brendan and Trevor slowly carried their plates over to the sink, before trudging their way over toward the bathroom, with Brendan leading the way, shoulders slumped, with his feet dragging across the floor. Trevor followed, grinning like an innocent bystander, while his grandmother stood there scowling at both of them for their shameless behavior. Honestly, how could anyone be so disrespectful? Janice thought. Treating their own teacher like that. Her first reaction was to blame it on all the sex they had seen on television and the Internet, only to stop for a moment, asking herself how they ever would have seen such things had their mother been more strict with them. Never had it occurred to her that her own son might be partly to blame for Brendan and Trevor's behavior. As a boy, her son Charlie also had what some might consider an abnormal interest in the opposite sex, including, most disturbingly, his younger sister Melinda, for whom he developed an incredibly deep infatuation when he was right about the same age as Brendan and Trevor. At first, Janice had assumed it was all because Charlie and Melinda had different fathers. But on the other hand, they still grew up in the same house, and their birthdays were only two years apart. So it had to be something else that led Charlie to start making lewd comments when his sister's started developing breasts, which led to extended wrestling matches in the living room, then missing underwear, before eventually sneaking into her sister's bedroom and fondling her in her sleep. Charlie and Melinda had barely spoken in years. The last thing their mother wanted was another rift developing between her two horny grandsons, and their older sister, Samantha, who at only 18, was quickly blossoming into a stunning beauty in her own right. After everything that happened between her son and daughter, Janice empathized with how difficult it probably was for Melinda to handle raising young boys with all of their raging hormones. After dealing with her brother, Melinda had never been comfortable talking about sex, even with her mother, let alone her own children. As she stood by the counter, running her finger through the gravy left on Brendan's plate, it occurred to Janice that something needed to be done quickly if there was any hope of preventing this deviant behavior from getting any worse. She lifted her gooey finger up to her mouth, coated with clumps of white gravy, as she closed her eyes, sliding it between her lips, savoring the tangy flavor, while struggling to block out the dirty images of little Brendan peeking at his teacher's pussy, the sight of which made him come all too quickly in his pants. Thinking of Brendan, led to thoughts of her own son, rummaging through his sister's hamper for dirty panties, only to find the perfect pair, soiled with Melinda's day old pussy juice, swooning over her pungent scent, then frantically beating off, only to use her soiled panties to soak up all that disgusting cum as his filthy penis ejaculated all over them. "Good Lord," Janice said to herself. "What am I thinking?" she wondered, rubbing her temple as if it would clear her mind of such horribly impure thoughts. Certainly, Janice enjoyed sex as much as anyone, but allowing herself to picture her son masturbating was well beyond inappropriate. She knew anymore thoughts like that would only lead to imagining all the obscene things Melinda had accused Charlie of doing in the past - all the leering, the groping, and all the stolen underwear - which Janice found hard to believe when Melinda insisted that Charlie should be sent away for his own good. "Boys will boys," said her husband Bill, when Janice finally worked up the nerve to mention something to him about it. Growing up, Charlie had always been more affectionate than his sister. So Janice wasn't particularly surprised when Melinda asked why Charlie was always finding excuses to put his hands on her. "It's just his way of showing that he loves you," Janice said. "Don't worry. He'll grow out of it." A year later, Melinda was no longer convinced that it was simply a harmless phase. The older he got, the more frequently his odd behavior would return, along with his mother's increasing denial. "Mom, I can't take this anymore," Melinda said, as she came into her parent's bedroom holding up a soiled pair of black Danskin tights. "You have to do something," she insisted firmly. "Look what he did to my brand new tights," she said pointing out the crusty white blotches. "Can't you see I'm not making this up? I mean it, Mom. There's something wrong with him. Why don't you believe me?" When Janice finally confronted him on the subject, Charlie immediately started crying, swearing he'd never do it again. Still, every month or so, the cycle repeated itself. Melinda would loudly complain. Then Charlie would cry once more, promising never to do it again. It wasn't until Melinda met Colin and eventually moved out that everything finally calmed down. Still, by then Janice could do nothing except second guess herself, while the relationship between her two children had already been broken beyond repair. Even at Melinda's wedding, with all of her other relatives there, her brother Charlie was not invited. The pain of it all made Janice shudder with frustration. Still, the damage had already been done. There was nothing she could do to change it. Yet, with Brendan and Trevor starting to behave in the same unseemly manner, Janice wondered how long it would be before they started trying the same things with their sister. Or worse yet, what if they already had? The horrifying thought sent Janice marching directly toward the bathroom, where she pushed the door open to find Brendan and Trevor standing there in their tidy- whities. "I thought I told you two to take a bath," she said, frowning at them. "We were waiting for you," Brendan said. "Mom doesn't like us to turn on the water by ourselves." "Hmm, I see," Janice said. "Well, never mind that for now. We need to talk," she explained, wiggling her index finger. "Come out here and sit down," she told them, as she turned back and led them to the living room sofa. "Have a seat," she said, patting the leather cushions, after purposely seating herself in the middle. With Brendan on one side and Trevor on the other, Janice again crossed her legs, scratching herself below the knee, with her long red nails scraping against the silky surface of her sheer white pantyhose. "So," Janice began, trying her best to make them feel at ease by keeping her voice at a steady even tone. "What do the two of you know about sex?" Her question brought only silence, giving Janice a moment to reach over to the glass coffee table and light up a cigarette, after noticing her husband's lighter and a half empty pack of Marlboros. With cigarette in hand, she slowly leaned back, gracefully returning one leg over the other, while delicately placing the filter between her lips, where she calmly inhaled. "Umm, not much," Brendan answered reluctantly. "Dad's never around, and Mom doesn't really like to talk about it." "Hmm," Janice said, blowing out the smoke. "But you do know how babies are made, right?" "Sure," Brendan said, nodding his head. "We've seen it on the Internet." "Of course, the Internet, "Janice said with a smile. "If that had been around when I was your age, I can't imagine what I'd be like now. Do your parents know what you've been watching?" she asked turning to Trevor, whose face had already turned red. "No way," he said. "Mom would kill us. She only lets watch Disney movies." Again, Janice smiled. "Yes, that does sound like her. So how did watching those things on your computer make you feel?" Trevor shrugged. "I don't know, kind of weird. I mean, the girls were pretty and all, but none of the girls we know look like that. They're all pretty lame. I can't imagine doing it with one of them." "Oh, and what about Miss Holloway? You wouldn't make an exception for her?" Trevor blushed. "Oh, um, that's different," he explained. "Any guy would do it with her." "Hmm," Janice replied. "She must really be something. What is it about her that you find so attractive, her face, her body, the way she dresses?" "All of it," Brendan said. "Her boobs aren't as big as yours, but they're nice. Plus, she's pretty tall and really thin too. All the boys talk about her." Janice nodded. "Hmm, okay. So, she's tall and thin, with big boobs. Sounds a lot like your mother." Brendan laughed. "Oh no way," he said quickly. "Mom is way thinner. And her boobs aren't as big either. Probably cuz she never eats." "So what are you saying?" Janice asked, taking another drag. "You don't think your mom's pretty, or at least not as pretty as Miss Holloway." Brendan shook his head. "It's not that. I mean, Mom's definitely pretty, for a mom, but no one's prettier than Miss Holloway, not even Kim Kardashian." Janice couldn't help laughing. "You boys are too much. You know I really should tell your mother what you did, but it sounds to me like you've already learned your lesson. Still, I better not hear about any more stunts like this, hear me?" Brendan nodded. "Yes, Grandma. We'll be good from now on. We promise." "And how will I know that for sure," she said, as she leaned over to stamp out her cigarette in the ashtray. "How can you guarantee this won't happen again?" Brendan shrugged. "I don't know. It just won't, that's all." Janice shook her head. "No," she said, lifting her dress to cross her legs the other way. "That's not good enough. You boys have to learn how to control these urges. If you ever expect a woman like Miss Holloway to notice you when you get older, then you'll need to learn how to keep your cool around pretty girls. You can't go around creaming your jeans every time you see a pair of nice boobs. How cool would that look?" Brendan nodded. "You're right. That wouldn't be cool at all. But what do we do about it? I mean, sometimes it's just happens. We can't help it." "Sure you can," Janice told him. "Haven't you ever played with yourself?" Brendan blushed. "Um, I dunno. Maybe once or twice. Mom says it's wrong." Janice wasn't surprised. "And what about you Trevor?" she said, turning the other way. "You've been awfully quiet. Have you ever touched your penis like that? It's okay. You can tell Grandma. I won't say anything." Trevor kept his head down. So Brendan decided to answer for him. "He hides magazines under his mattress," he said, as if paying him back for ratting him out earlier. "I think he stole them from Dad." "I didn't steal them asshole!" Trevor answered loudly. "I got them from Uncle Charlie. So shut the fuck up!" "Hey!" Janice yelled back. "Since when do you use that kind of language? And when did Charlie start giving you dirty magazines?" Trevor shrugged. "I don't know, a few months ago," he told her. "I'm sorry for swearing. Brendan just makes up lies about me all the time. I hate it." "It's fine," Janice said. "I'll deal with your uncle later. In the meantime, we need to figure out how to keep you two from getting into any more trouble. And I think I may know just how. Now stand up," she said, waving at them with both hands. Reluctantly, her grandsons stood up off the couch, with Trevor on Janice's left, and Brendan on the right. "Okay, good," Janice said, scanning them both up and down. "Now take off those underpants." Her direction seemed to fall on deaf ears, as Brendan and Trevor stared at each other blankly, as if suddenly neither of them could move. "Go on," Janice continued. "Believe me, there's nothing going on in there that I haven't already seen a hundred times. Now hurry up and strip, before your mother gets here." "What for, Grandma?" Brendan said, with far less confidence in his voice than normal. "Trust me," Janice replied. "What I'm about to teach you is for your own good. In five years, when you boys are screwing every cheerleader from here to Forth Worth, I promise you'll thank me." With that, Brendan turned back, giving Trevor a quick shrug, before taking the lead and wiggling out of his cotton briefs, while turning his head to avoid seeing the smile which slowly spread across his grandmother's face, as Janice sat there openly gazing at her grandson's semi-hard erection, flapping between his pale, skinny thighs. "That's a good boy," Janice said, smiling from ear to ear. "Not a bad looking piece of equipment you've got there either," she added quite honestly, before turning over to Trevor. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked frankly. "Go on, young man. Let's see what you've got." While Brendan was fairly easy to convince, Trevor clearly wanted no part of his grandmother's private sex lesson. The longer Janice waited, the more Trevor stood there waddling from side to side, with his hands clasped firmly over his crotch. "Come on, Trev?" Brendan said, chiding him as usual. "Don't be such a pussy. Show Grandma your tiny little pecker." Surprisingly, that was all it took for Trevor to immediately shuck off his briefs. Janice quickly inhaled, as the boy stood there, hands on his hips, pointing his semi-hard cock straight out for all to see. "Good God," Janice said, unable to hold back her reaction. While she'd never doubted her grandsons were twins, from where she was sitting both of them weren't exactly identical, as Trevor clearly had Brendan beat by a good inch or two in the cock department. "I have to say," Janice added sincerely. "I can definitely see good things in the future for both of you." Neither Brendan nor Trevor really knew how to respond. Until that day, Janice imagined that no one had ever seen their penises up close. Her intention at that point was to fully ensure that both boys were properly prepared for the first lucky lady to discover what she sat there admiring. "So what now?" Brendan asked, ignoring the fact that Trevor had outclassed him with such an impressive looking cock. "Simple," Janice explained. "Just reach down and wrap your hand around it." "Around what?" Brendan asked. "You mean, around our dicks?" Janice giggled. "Well how else are you supposed to jerk off, silly? Yes, take your hand and wrap it around your dick. But don't squeeze too hard. Grip it gently. Then take your hand and lightly begin sliding it back and forth around your penis, nice and slow." "Ok," Brendan said. "I mean, we've done that before. Then what?" "Just do that for now," Janice answered. "If you start to feel anything, let me know," she added, leaning back to silently observe as the boys agreeably began playing with themselves. As she looked over at the clock, it was almost 8 o'clock. Melinda was probably on her way, but normally she called first. While her husband usually didn't wake up until the NFL pre-game show which wasn't for another hour. In the back of her mind, Janice was hoping Melinda would show up early so she'd have enough time to sneak back into her bedroom for a morning quickie once the kids were gone. As she leaned back, between the two naked boys, with her legs clenched together and both heels flat on the floor, Janice had already begun feeling signs of arousal seeping between her quivering loins, where the cotton gusset against her moist pussy-lips felt unusually damp and sticky, as she sat there rubbing her silky legs together, teasing herself through the thin layer of nylon, while the hem of her dress slowly rose higher, revealing just how beautifully her sheer, skin-tight pantyhose clung to her shapely upper thighs. The heady odors of tobacco and perspiration cut through the sweet scents of perfume and air freshener that normally filled the house. Below the clock hanging on the wall were pictures of Brendan and Trevor posing with their little league trophies, making Janice smile as she turned to admire Trevor whose cock looked as long and hard as a Louisville slugger, while Brendan was stooped over, with his hand choking down on the end of his bat, squeezing tight, as he vigorously pumped his forearm back and forth. "Mmm, that looks good," Janice said, focusing on Brendan. "But slow down, honey. I need to see how long you can last. Okay, sweetie?" Brendan nodded back quickly. "Okay, Grandma. I'll try...feels good though." "Oh, I know it does. I'm sure it feels very good. But you need to learn how to control it if you ever expect to please a woman." "What about me, Grandma," Trevor asked. "Am I doing it right?" "Honey, you're doing great," she said, as she watched Trevor's fingers glide over his throbbing shaft. "I probably shouldn't say this but watching you is really starting to turn me on. Would you boys mine if Grandma touches herself too?" "You mean, like Miss Holloway?" Brendan asked. Janice nodded and smiled. "Sure," he replied. "Will you take your clothes off too?" Janice shook her head. "Not this time, sweetheart," she answered, as Brendan pouted with disappointment. "Besides," she explained, lifting her dress all the way. "Sometimes it feels better with my clothes on," she told him, before reaching down between her legs, where the cotton panel was already sopping wet as she spread her knees and slowly began rubbing her pussy over her pantyhose. "Okay, Grandma," Brendan said. "As long as you promise to get naked when we come next time." "We'll see," Janice answered. "But first I need to see how long you can last this way. We wouldn't want you getting too excited now, would we?" "I'm trying, Grandma," Brendan said, through ragged breath, with his hand churning rhythmically back and forth. "I can see that," Janice said. "I'll make you a deal. If you can hold out longer than your brother, then next time maybe I'll give you a hand." Brendan's jaw dropped immediately. "Really? You would do that?" "You better hold it in," Janice said, shivering from the thought, as the soggy nylon sent chills through her aching clit, where her swirling fingers continued rubbing her steaming pussy over her pantyhose, "unless you'd rather watch me jerk off your brother. What do you think Trevor? Think you'd like that?" Trevor stood there speechless, gazing at the brazen spectacle of his grandmother's outstretched legs, where Janice felt his eyes roaming from the sheer nylon stretching over her red-painted toes, to the skin-tight control top sucking in her broad, voluptuous hips. While Brendan was struggling to pace himself, Trevor was clearly taking his time, using long, feathery strokes, over the firm and rapid friction of his brother. While Brendan squinted, using every ounce of will power to hold back his load, his brother Trevor barely blinked, as if he'd been hypnotized the moment Janice lifted her dress, where her pantyhose rendered him utterly helpless to focus on anything else. "I'm guessing your brother is a leg-man," Janice said, with a playful little laugh. "How about you Brendan? What do you think about my legs... not bad for an old lady, hmm?" she said, grazing the nylon against her grandson's leg as she slowly elevated her right foot. "You've got great legs, Grandma," Brendan said. "But I don't think I can take much more of this," he added, breathing heavily. "Oh, no?" Janice said. "Are you getting ready to cum, sweetie?" Brendan could only nod, as he stooped over, steadily pounding his pud, as Janice responded in her most pitiful sounding voice. "Oh, that's too bad," she purred. "Another minute and I was going to let you play with these," she added, peeling off the top of her dress, before swiftly snatching off her bra, making Brendan groan as she deviously hauled out her humungous tits. "Holy shit," Brendan said, shivering with delight. "You like Grandma's titties," Janice said, holding them up for his clear enjoyment, before taunting him with a playful jiggle. "I bet you'd love to cum all over these big tits, wouldn't you?" "Uh huh," Brendan replied, his lips practically foaming by that point. "Not today," Janice said, giggling. "All you can do is look. That is, unless you can manage to hold out longer than your brother. Hmm, can you do that? Can you be a good boy and hold back all that hot cum which I know you're just aching to shoot from that hard cock of yours?" "No," Brendan admitted. "I can't hold it. Uh, oh God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Grandma. I just can't hold it anymore." Sensing Brendan was on the verge, Janice decided to prolong his agony even longer, ordering him to stop immediately, before giving him a chance to slowly catch his breath. While in the meantime, Janice decided that his brother's torture was far from over as well. "So tell me Trevor," she said turning to the left. "How long have you liked seeing women in pantyhose?" Janice never actually expected him to answer. Her question was simply intended to shock him, which it did, as Trevor finally woke from his trance, glancing at his grandmother's eyes, then quickly turning away, only to cautiously turn back again, before Janice roused him with a naughty little smile, to which Trevor calmly exhaled. Janice listened, sensing the child's shame, as her grandson meekly explained. "Mom, umm," the boy faltered. "Mom usually wears them to work," he mumbled softly. "A few times I, umm... I watched her put them on. I never told anyone. Guess I figured there was something wrong with me for, umm, you know... looking at her like that." "Baby, it okay," Janice said. "A lot of men feel the way you do. Your grandfather loves when I wear pantyhose. He loves the way they look and the way the feel. Why do you think I wear them all the time?" Trevor looked back, quirking his head to the side. "So, you're saying there's nothing wrong with me?" Janice smiled. "Of course not, sweetheart. As long as you control yourself, there's no reason to feel guilty about it. All women look beautiful in pantyhose, even your mother." Trevor responded by instantly smiling back. "So do you Grandma," he said, perking right up. "Brendan's right. You do have great legs." "Well, thank you," she said, kicking her other leg straight up, before bending her knee ever so slightly, then sweeping her left hand from her slender ankle all the way down to her juicy upper thigh. "I actually wore these for your grandfather," she explained. "You might not know it but your grandfather is quite the dirty old man. He likes when I wear pantyhose to church so he can sit there during the service and rub my legs," she said, with another naughty grin. "But what about your mother," she asked curiously. "Does she ever let you rub her legs?" "Man, I wish," Trevor said. "I've touched them a few times, just by accident. Honestly, I don't think it would happen any other way." Janice nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. But maybe it's better that way." "Yeah, maybe so," Trevor said, surprising Janice as he suddenly sat down beside her. "But what about you Grandma," he asked, reaching toward her thigh before Janice had any time to react. "Would it be okay if I rubbed your legs for a minute?" By then, Trevor's hand was already roaming over the luxurious surface of her inviting pantyhose, making Janice shiver with forbidden pleasure as her grandson boldly took matters in his own hands. Janice never intended to let either one of them touch her, but the moment she opened her lips in protest all that came out was a low, heated moan, as she instantly reached for Trevor's swollen cock and promptly began squeezing it with her left hand. Trevor leaned back, spreading his legs, while Janice took hold of his throbbing hard-on and deftly began stroking her fingers over his rigid foreskin, throwing her head back and seizing his man-sized cock with blind, animal instinct, palming his warm velvety balls, before taking her needy fingers and curling them right back around that long, meaty shaft, where she tightened her grip and thrillingly began jerking him off. Meanwhile, inches away, Brendan looked on with a frozen expression on his face like his spirit had somehow traveled out of his body, unable to conceive what was actually happening as his grandmother sat there half naked, her huge tits out, stroking his brother's cock, as he rubbed his hands all over her sexy pantyhose. Out of sheer sympathy, Janice reached for Brendan, beckoning him to join them on the sofa. "Here," Janice said, tapping the cushion next to her. "Come have a seat," she said, as Brendan eagerly flopped right down, with his legs open and his dick pointed straight in the air. While Janice imagined that Brendan was hoping to feel her hand around his cock too, he was just going to have to wait, as she promptly stood up, then spun around, peeling down her sundress, which was already half off anyway, as she gave them a moment to look over her big floppy tits, while her soft belly was all sucked in by her tight see-through pantyhose, exposing her hairy cunt, as she towered over them in her slutty white heels. "We don't have much time left," Janice said. "And I have to say I'm extremely proud of both of you. After all this, there's no way I could let either of you go home in this condition." Brendan and Trevor turned to each other, then quickly turned back. "What do you mean, Grandma?" Brendan asked, with beads of sweat forming on his brow. "You want us to keep jerking off?" "No," Janice said. "I'd much rather do it for you." With that, Janice quickly bent over, letting Brendan ogle her huge, pendulous breasts, while Trevor could continue gaping over her thick pantyhosed legs. Taking hold of both cocks, she leaned over Brendan first, welling a pool of warm saliva in her mouth, then letting it dribble down over the spongy tip and smearing it between her fingers until the whole shaft glistened beautifully as it pulsated between his legs. Then it was Trevor's turn, as Janice produced extra spit, making sure every inch of his mouth-watering cock was completely coated from the swollen head down to the throbbing base, where her fingers gathered with just enough pressure to feel all the tension building in his groin, as she slowly began tugging on Trevor's cock, making squelching noises between her slick fingers, while Brendan's hips were already bucking off the sofa while his grandmother jerked him off too. "Now let's see who can shoot the biggest load," Janice said. "I want that hot cum all over my hands," she added, picking up speed, as she looked them both straight in the eye. Surprisingly, it was Brendan who closed his eyes, while Trevor sat there staring right back, making Janice cream in her irresistibly sexy pantyhose, as they locked eyes on one and other, with Trevor's confidence growing stronger with each and every one of her firm and determined strokes. "You like seeing me in these pantyhose, don't you?" Janice said, making Trevor flinch as her skillful fingers located his magic spot. "Ungh," the little boy groaned. "Uhh, yeah. "Makes you want to cum, doesn't it, sweetheart... seeing Grandma in her pantyhose?" "Yeah, ohh yeah," Trevor moaned once again. "That's why you've been looking at me like that all morning, isn't it? Trying to peek up my dress. All you could think about was these pantyhose," she continued. "Nothing makes your dick harder, does it? This big fucking dick that I'm stroking on right now. You love pantyhose. You love when a woman wears pantyhose on her legs...even your own mother!" By then, Janice was barely aware of anything she was saying. Her excitement had so overwhelmed her that she hardly noticed when Trevor lurched off the sofa, pelting her nylon-covered thighs with a rapid-fire eruption of hot liquid spunk, shocking his grandmother back to reality as her hand muscles tightened, milking his meaty rod for all she was worth, as Trevor relentlessly emptied his swollen balls all over her beautiful pantyhosed legs, covering them with rolling streams of pearly white cum. Meanwhile, Brendan had not been forgotten, as Janice was quick to realize that he'd actually beaten his brother by holding out the longest. For Brendan's reward, Janice decided to treat him with something he truly deserved. She crept back down to the floor, kneeling between his legs, before taking his aching hard cock and smushing it deep between the valley of her gorgeous, queen-sized tits. As Janice hovered over Brendan's cock, the visual seemed highly effective, as she noticed his pre-cum streaming from the tip like a leaking water hose, providing the perfect lube, with his throbbing cock sandwiched between the warm, fleshy mounds of her dreadfully enormous jugs, which Janice lifted and squeezed together, before bouncing them up and down, so her horny grandson could fuck her big tits just like a wet pussy. Before long, Brendan reached down, clawing the leather cushion with his whole body trembling, as Janice decided to finally give in to her slutty appetite once and for all. "You know something," Janice whispered. "I think I could go for a little more gravy," she said, flicking out her tongue. "Do you think maybe I could taste some of yours?" Of course, Janice already knew the answer as she opened her mouth and swallowed Brendan's cock down her throat. There was a long and steady groan, as Janice instantly cupped Brendan's balls, holding his cock between her soft wet lips as her grandson promptly exploded in her mouth, providing the perfect place to release the incredible load he'd been building up all morning, as Janice eagerly guzzled one hot creamy nut after another, until she finally sat up, opening her mouth as Brendan's semen dribbled out in thin white strands, spilling down her chin, before pouring down onto her sumptuous breasts like warm gravy served over hot buttermilk biscuits. END Copyright © 2012 earthangelxxx@gmai.com