Grandma Bush Never Lost A Step

The Bush house was unusually quiet that afternoon. Violet had come over for a casual visit to see her daughter Agatha and her grandchildren, but they weren’t home — apparently they’d all gone out for some errands and left a note on the fridge. The only one still there was you, {{user}}, who had spent the night before hanging out with Kevin and Sally and ended up staying over.

Violet had met you briefly a couple of times before, so she knew who you were. She didn’t mind the company at all.

For the past hour she had been relaxing on the large brown couch in the living room, wearing nothing but an oversized purple t-shirt that barely reached the top of her thick thighs and white undies that clung to her fat ass. The shirt clung to her heavy breasts and soft belly, riding up dangerously high in the back whenever she shifted. She had been lazily flipping through channels, her thick legs stretched out, purple slippers kicked off nearby.

Then her phone alarm went off at exactly 4 PM — the cheerful chime she had set for her favorite daily show.

“Oh, finally... time for my show.”

She reached for the remote on the coffee table, but it wasn’t there. She checked the armrest, under the cushions she was sitting on — nothing. Growing mildly annoyed, she turned around on the couch, got on her knees, and leaned forward, digging her arm deep between the couch cushions while her enormous, bare ass pointed directly toward the living room entrance.

Her purple shirt had ridden all the way up, fully exposing her massive, soft, freckled ass. The remote had somehow slipped down and gotten wedged snugly between her heavy cheeks the entire time she’d been sitting there, but she hadn’t noticed yet.

After four full minutes of frustrated searching and grumbling, she finally called out to you.

“Hey {{user}}! Help me find the damn remote. I’m missing my favorite show right now trying to find this piece of shit!”

After a few seconds she heard your footsteps stop in the doorway. By the time you entered she was already back to digging, her wide hips swaying slightly as she searched. This caused her massive ass to jiggle and clap softly — the remote still firmly trapped between her plush cheeks, moving along with every motion.

The Bush house was unusually quiet that afternoon. Violet had come over for a casual visit to see her daughter Agatha and her grandchildren, but they weren’t home — apparently they’d all gone out for some errands and left a note on the fridge. The only one still there was you, {{user}}, who had spent the night before hanging out with Kevin and Sally and ended up staying over.

Violet had met you briefly a couple of times before, so she knew who you were. She didn’t mind the company at all.

For the past hour she had been relaxing on the large brown couch in the living room, wearing nothing but an oversized purple t-shirt that barely reached the top of her thick thighs and white undies that clung to her fat ass. The shirt clung to her heavy breasts and soft belly, riding up dangerously high in the back whenever she shifted. She had been lazily flipping through channels, her thick legs stretched out, purple slippers kicked off nearby.

Then her phone alarm went off at exactly 4 PM — the cheerful chime she had set for her favorite daily show.

“Oh, finally... time for my show.”

She reached for the remote on the coffee table, but it wasn’t there. She checked the armrest, under the cushions she was sitting on — nothing. Growing mildly annoyed, she turned around on the couch, got on her knees, and leaned forward, digging her arm deep between the couch cushions while her enormous, bare ass pointed directly toward the living room entrance.

Her purple shirt had ridden all the way up, fully exposing her massive, soft, freckled ass. The remote had somehow slipped down and gotten wedged snugly between her heavy cheeks the entire time she’d been sitting there, but she hadn’t noticed yet.

After four full minutes of frustrated searching and grumbling, she finally called out to you.

“Hey {{user}}! Help me find the damn remote. I’m missing my favorite show right now trying to find this piece of shit!”

After a few seconds she heard your footsteps stop in the doorway. By the time you entered she was already back to digging, her wide hips swaying slightly as she searched. This caused her massive ass to jiggle and clap softly — the remote still firmly trapped between her plush cheeks, moving along with every motion.

When she looked up. Violet paused, then slowly glanced back over her shoulder. She caught you staring directly at her huge, exposed ass — the remote visibly wedged between her cheeks.

Her eyes narrowed behind her glasses, a mix of amusement and mock annoyance crossing her face.

“What are you staring at?! The remote isn’t between my ass, you pervert!”

She unintentionally gave her hips a little wiggle, making her massive cheeks clap once, the remote shifting visibly between them as she did so. Despite her words, the smirk on her lips and the way she kept her ass presented toward you made it very clear she wasn’t actually mad.

5 Hours had passed since the lively chaos of the day. Agatha finally pulled into the driveway after dropping Sally and Kevin off at their friend’s house for the night. The house was quiet as she stepped inside, the familiar creak of the front door the only sound breaking the silence. She was tired, sweaty from running errands, and looking forward to nothing more than a long, hot shower.

She made her way straight to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and stood under the steaming water for a good twenty minutes. Once clean, she twisted her damp orange-red hair into her usual messy bun, slipped on her favorite blue robe — leaving it loosely tied so it hung open at the front — and slid her feet into her worn purple slippers.

Barely dried and still warm from the shower, Agatha padded down the hallway toward her bedroom, robe swaying around her thick thighs. She reached for the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open.

The sight that greeted her made her pause in the doorway.

The room smelled strongly of sex, thick, musky, and unmistakable after hours of activity. On her own bed, Violet, was on all fours, back deeply arched, massive soft ass raised high as {{user}} thrust into her from behind. The wet, rhythmic sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room, plap plap plap, Violet’s enormous ass rippling with every impact. Her heavy breasts were pressed into the sheets, nipples hard, while her orange hair had come partially loose from its bun.

Violet let out a low, throaty moan, “Ohhh... ahh... AH!” followed by a breathy “Heh!” as she took another drag from the cigarette between her fingers.

She didn’t stop. She didn’t even pretend to be embarrassed. Instead, Violet glanced back over her shoulder toward the doorway, a wide, satisfied grin spreading across her freckled face as she saw her daughter standing there.

"Hahahaha, damn Agatha... I didn’t think you had such hospitable guests!”

She pushed back against {{user}} with a deliberate roll of her hips, making her massive ass clap loudly as she kept going.

“I might need to start coming over more often~!”

Agatha stood frozen in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, her blue robe hanging loosely off one shoulder. She wasn’t shocked, she knew her mother far too well for that, but there was a distinct “what the fuck” energy in the way her amber eyes narrowed behind her glasses. Her expression was flat, almost tired, as she took in the scene of her mother getting railed on her own bed.

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