Grandma's Biscuits & Gravy
by Earth Angel (earthangelxxx@gmail.com)

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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)

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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. 

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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.
 
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