Grandma's Gift

By IronBuddah

Chapter 2: Cleaning up the Mess

I slunk off into the bathroom to clean the jizz out of my boxers before Mandy decided to react poorly to what I had just done. It was hard to regret the experience. The idea of someone's grandmother turning them into a sex bomb was very strange to say the least, but Samantha seemed happy with the results.

I had certainly cum hard. There was a big wet spot on my boxers and big globs of cum matted in my pubic hair. I grabbed a wad off toilet paper and wiped a drop of cum from the tip of my cock then started dabbing at the boxers. They would probably end up cum stained anyway, but it was worth a try. I nearly jumped when I heard the bathroom door open. I turned and saw it was Samantha, then I turned away trying to hide my naked cock from the girl. "What are you doing in here?" I hissed.

"Mom told me to help you get cleaned up," Samantha whispered.

I whispered back, "I didn't hear her say that, and why are you whispering if she told you to help?"

"Well, it's more of a standing order," Samantha admitted. "If you make a mess, clean it up. She's said it many times though. I won't ask her to clarify if you don't." Samantha had a shirt on again, but she hadn't replaced her bra. My body was contorted so I could see her while hiding my cock. The sight of her hard nipples nearly poking through her t-shirt was hard not to stare at. It was going to make the problem of hiding my cock more difficult if I stared much longer though. I was still soft and small from cumming, but I wasn't sure how long that would last with Samantha's fake tits straining her shirt.

"Come on!" Samantha pleaded quietly. "It's the first time I've made a guy cum and I want to see what it's like."

"I'm sure you've made other guys cum with your new tits!" I grumbled.

"No I haven't. Ohh wait! You think guys are thinking about me when they jerk off?"

"Yeah!" I responded sarcastically.

"Would you have gone home and jacked off if you hadn't ejaculated in your pants?"

"Yeah, probably more than once."

"That's so cool! Show me what happened." Samantha had officially graduated from hard to resist to impossible to resist. I turned revealing my limp cock and pubic hard matted with white, sticky semen. "Is that what you're cleaning up with?" The teen asked as she took the wad of toilet paper from me. Kneeling to get a closer view, she breathed, "Wow, there's so much of it left even after it made a big wet spot on your underwear and what soaked through your pants."

"It soaked through my pants?" In my haste to get cleaned up, I hadn't noticed that.

"Yeah, there's a tiny damp spot on my shirt." Sure enough, there was a wet spot, about the size of a pencil eraser just to the left of her belly button.

"Oh Samantha, I'm so sorry. I had no idea I was going to get so carried away."

"Don't be sorry! I like knowing I can make a guy cum! I wished I had realized sooner what guys who have been staring at me were doing when they got home." Samantha shocked me by sticking out her tongue and patting the wad of toilet paper against it. "Hmm, all I can taste is paper." She discarded what I had been using to clean myself up with and got a little glob of semen out of my sticky crotch with her fingers. I was shocked when she put it in her mouth and even more shocked when she pronounced that it tasted good!

However, I was blown away when she pressed her palms to my thighs and leaned her head in to clean me up with her mouth and tongue. She was licking, kissing, and sucking the cum out of my pubic hair. For a few seconds, I was too shocked to react. Then blood started rushing to my dick. The erotic feeling of rubbing the teenager's breasts had nothing on this. "What the fuck!" I whispered.

"I'm cleaning you up. I'm guessing you like it." Samantha giggled as she noticed my rising cock. She had to move to the side and tilt her neck to avoid it in order to finish cleaning me off. I reached down to the girl's long blond hair and held it out of the way so I could get an unobstructed view of what she was doing to me. Similar to the way I continued to rub her nipples, Samantha continued to nuzzle at my crotch after she had eaten all of the cum stuck to my pubic hair. I think she pulled away to rest her neck more than anything else. "Mmm, I liked that!" She purred. "I can tell you liked it too."

"Oh did I ever!"

"Can I kiss your dick?"

"You really want to?"

"I think so."

"You can do whatever you want," I panted.

Eyes glued to my cock, Samantha leaned in and kissed the top of the head. Then rolling her eyes up to look at me, she kissed it again. All I could do was groan. Samantha shocked me again by sticking her tongue out and lightly touching the tip to my cock. She did it again and I tried to lunge forward to initiate more serious contact between my dick and her mouth. She leaned back to stop me, but she was smiling and clearly not upset by what I had done.

Mutely, Samantha held her hand up to my shaft wiggling her fingers. I nodded and she took my cock in her hand. I was breathing so hard. Now in complete control of my movements, she began exploring my dick with her tongue. If flicked in and out of her mouth like a snake's, tasting the skin on various parts of my member. Then she started licking it in earnest, almost treating it like a candy cane or a sucker.

I put my hands in her hair and once again held it out of the way so that I could see everything she was doing. She started kissing my rod in different spots now judging my reaction to the location of her kisses. I decided I liked it when she kissed the underside of my shaft more than the top and she concentrated her attention there. "You'd have never done this without your new boobs," I mused. It was more of a statement than a question.

"You're right," Samantha admitted. "They've changed the way I think about everything. I feel so sexy with them."

"Take you shirt off," I pleaded. "I want to see them again."

"Oh! I meant to do that. I got so distracted by your semen and your erection that I forgot I still had my shirt on."

I groaned. I don't know if it was the compliment the girl paid to my dick or the sight of her bare melons that caused it. But either way, I could feel a little glob of pre cum ooze through my shaft.

When Samantha saw it, she said, "Mmm, yummy!" and licked a bead of white off my tip. "I wonder if there is more." She planted a kiss on the tip of my dick and sucked on it like a straw. I could feel her pull the rest of the pre cum which had entered my shaft out. She kept planting kisses on the head of my cock, and her lips parted more and more each time. I didn't want to say anything, but if she kept it up, soon she would be sucking my cock instead of just playing with it.

I held my breath, and then it happened. The entire head of my cock popped into her mouth. It popped out almost immediately, but then she was kissing the head of my cock again. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to have little more control of her actions than I did of mine. On the third kiss, the whole head was inside her mouth again, and it popped out a little more slowly the next time. The next kiss that fell on the head of my cock once again allowed the entire head into Samantha’s mouth. However, this time, she kept sliding her lips forward. They only moved forward an inch, but it was the most pleasant thing I had ever felt. Samantha let go of my cock, and leaned back.

"Whoa! I hadn't intended on becoming a cocksucker tonight. I just wanted to play around a little. Still it wasn't bad, and you seemed to really like it."

"Oh yeah!"

Samantha leaned forward again, this time grasping my shaft with both hands and she slurped it between her lips. Her mouth played over the top half of my dick, and her hands massaged the base. I was getting close to cumming again. I moaned, probably a bit too loudly, and let Samantha know how close I was. A few moments later, the bathroom door opened, and Samantha's mother asked, "What's going on in here? Oh Hell! I should have known the two of you were being too quiet."

Samantha took her mouth off my dick, but kept her hand on it. She turned to face her mother. I tried to explain, "I'm so sorry. Samantha offered to help me get cleaned up, and things got out of hand."

"Yeah Mom, this is totally my fault. You shouldn't be mad at Aaron at all."

I probably shouldn't have tried not to cum. If I had just thought about anything except trying to resist the urge to spew more spunk while staring at Samantha's big fake tits I might have been OK. However trying to keep them from affecting me just made them more exciting. "I...I...Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!" A glob of my spunk hit Samantha's neck and she squealed. I grabbed her hand with both of mine, and used it to jack me off. I wanted to coat those big jugs of hers with my cum. It was such a weird feeling to feel the young girl's hand sliding up and down my shaft at my direction. Samantha's erotic cleaning method and top heavy figure had done a good job of recharging my supply of semen. I was able to splatter her giant tits with a good load of cum.

There was a flash of light, and Mandy said, "That will make a good blackmail picture!" She was holding her cell phone near my head, and had the thing pointed down at her daughter kneeling on the floor.

"Blackmail! You set me up!" I accused. "Is this what happens to everyone Samantha shows her fake rack to?"

"Oh calm down. I don't want to blackmail you Aaron. This is for my mother. The next time she has one of her bright ideas about a gift for Samantha I'll pull up this photo and remind her about how well the fake breasts worked out."

"So we're not in trouble?" I asked hardly able to believe how calmly Mandy was taking the sight of her young daughter sucking on my prick and then the even more obscene spectacle of me decorating Samantha's enormous breasts with my cum while she watched.

"You're not in trouble. I don't expect many guys to be able to resist the ever so wonderful fake rack my daughter came back from Mexico with. Samantha on the other hand is grounded for six months." Samantha's expression was worth a thousand words. Before the girl could protest verbally Mandy added, "Hey! If you had put that thing between your legs instead of in your mouth, it could have been nine months of pregnancy and a lifetime of motherhood. Those jugs of yours are dangerous. No man is ever going to think straight when it comes to dealing with you again." Mandy was still admiring the photo on the cell phone when she stopped talking.

"This helped you get back at Grandma," Samantha pointed out. "Doesn't that count for anything?"

Samantha's mother looked thoughtful for a moment. "Fine, you're only grounded for five months."