Y’all, my little ones trailed nasty ol’ me, Granny Dahlia, outside to the trailer porch. That rickety top step groaned under my wide, trashy ass as I plopped down, whiskey jug in fist, grand-cunnies—lSusie, Tara, an’ the twins—crowdin’ wide-eyed ’round my faded skirt. “Listen up, ya little sluts,” I slurred, eyes booze-glazed. “Granny’s schoolin’ ya on a real woman’s cunt. Family shares secrets, no xxx sites needed.”
Hiked my skirt—no panties—spread my big, hairy granny gash wide: swollen lips droopin’, clit pokin’ like a fat pearl, asshole winkin’ below. Brats gasped; I cackled, thighs splayed wider. “Seen Grandpa catch me jackin’ it. Now watch.”
Two fingers plunged my sloppy wet hole deep, stirrin’ juices with squelches. “Ngh… feels prime, don’t it?” Rammed harder, knuckles grindin’ my g-spot, other hand thumbin’ my puckered shithole, digit pushin’ in—double-stuffin’ myself raw. Brats squirmed, faces flushed.
“Susie, c’mere,” I grunted, yankin’ her hand. “Flick Granny’s clit. Make me squirt.” Tiny fingers batted the throbbin’ nub. I moaned loud, hips buckin’, fingers pist’nin’ faster—cunt clenchin’, asshole stretchin’. “Harder, bitch!”
Body seized, guttural yell as I exploded, squirtin’ hot arcs of granny-cum soakin’ porch steps an’ their shocked mugs. “Fuck yes! Lesson learned, cunnies!”
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