It had gone awfully quiet in my granddaughter’s room, so, being a good granny, I went in to check. There she was, caught jacking! Her legs spread wide, little fingers buried in her bald pussy. She was pathetic, just scrubbing at her clit without any rhythm, her face twisted in a confused sort of longing. I didn’t say a word at first; I just watched her squirm before I stepped forward and pushed her hand away.
“Oh baby” I purred, “let your granny show you exactly how to handle that little cunt when sensual fantasies make her all wet and drippy!”
I forced her to watch as I hiked up my skirt, exposing my sagging, wet folds. I slid two wrinkled fingers deep into my dripping cunt, while my thumb hammered against my swollen clit with a brutal, practiced precision, the ultimate fantasy mom. I wanted her to see how a real woman takes pleasure. I moaned loudly, my hips bucking as I worked myself into a frenzy, the sound of my juices slapping against my skin filling the room. I pushed harder and faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps, until my walls clamped tight. With one final, violent thrust, I screamed as a hot torrent of squirt erupted from my pussy, soaking the sheets in a heavy, musk-scented spray.





