[M4A] The Roots Turn Inward: some family secrets aren't meant to involve everyone equally. (age gaps, incest, cuckoldry, hold the moan, and more)
The concrete on the porch was cool, and Mike kept running his hand over it. The texture changed from second to second; some places were smooth, like where he was sitting, and yet when the tips of his fingers reached the edge it turned sharp and unforgiving. The concrete was solid, and it kept him grounded as he tried to make sense of what he had just witnessed. The lake in front of him shimmered. The water mirrored the millions of stars above it.
Home from college, Mike had been looking forward to spending the summer with his Grandma Evelyn for the last few months. Mike had fought constantly with his Mom during the last year he had lived there – she was a fitness fanatic and routinely mocked Mike for devoting his time to scholarly endeavors while doting on his athletically gifted younger brother. Evelyn’s house had been a refuge, a comfortable bungalow positioned on a lakefront in the country, where he had been encouraged to chase his intellectual desires. Grandma had helped him apply to colleges, had been a comfort and a friend when he had needed one the most. She had confronted his mother several times about her blatant favoritism for her younger son, and had never been as warm with her younger grandson as she had been with Mike.
All of this was why he couldn’t bring himself to accept what he had just witnessed.
Mike had driven straight from college to Evelyn's house, but he had been shocked to see a motorcycle in the driveway. He drove a Jeep, a respectable little SUV that got him where he needed to go and wasn’t flashy for the sake of it. He parked beside the cycle and headed in, eager to see the only family who he knew would have his back. When he reached the door, however, silence greeted him. It was late, after all, and Mike figured his grandmother was likely in bed. He would check in on her, make sure everything was fine, and see if she knew why someone had parked in her driveway. As he took steps into the house, however, a low repetitive sound echoed around him. 'Squeaking?' Mike thought, and he went as quietly as he could up the stairs.
The door to Evelyn's bedroom was open, and as Mike approached it to peer in several things happened at once.
First, the smell hit him. A mix of fresh sweat, perfume, cologne, but above all the scent of pussy and cum. The smell made his hands shake even as his dick hardened in his pants. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he unconsciously licked his lips.
Second, he saw what was making the noise. Evelyn was riding a man in her bed, riding hard, and the bedsprings croaked in protest. She was throwing her pussy down onto the man beneath her, her voluptuous ass whumping down onto his thighs on each bounce. Her steel-grey hair was matted to her skin, clinging between her shoulder blades. Even from behind Mike could see the slopes of her giant tits as they smothered the man beneath her. Her voice was hoarse as she screamed in pleasure.
The man was muscular and tall, Mike could make out that much. He was also massively endowed, as the dick that disappeared and reappeared from deep inside his grandmother was larger than any he had ever seen in the communal showers at school or in porn. The man’s balls were sized to match, large and smooth, and they smacked wetly against Evelyn's ass as he thrust himself upward to meet her bounces.
By the twisted light of some anti-constellation, Mike saw every detail of their mating. His grandmother was nearer to 70 than 60, and her body looked like it belonged to a woman thirty or forty years younger. She was thick and curvaceous; not overweight at all, but fit combined with enjoyment of life. The man beneath her rippled with muscles, and his tan skin contrasted vividly with his grandmother's pale hue. He saw the man slide his hands down to grip her waist, then move one hand around to her back door and used two fingers to tease her back door.
Third, they talked.
“Fuck, you beautiful well hung boy!” Evelyn moaned. “GOD, YES!” She shifted her breasts away from the man’s face, and she smothered him in kisses.
“Damn, Grandma, you’re so fucking hot!” the man under her said. "Your cunt is so tight!"
Mike felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. His knees went weak, and he had to grab the door frame to hold himself up. The man his grandmother was riding like a succubus, the motorcycle outside that had been a gift for his 19th birthday, the casual arrogant flippancy…it was his asshole younger brother. Oh, Christ.
The bed protested again, squeaking loudly, and Mike couldn’t stop himself from looking in again. Now Evelyn was on her back, her old but still sexy legs clutching at her grandson as he lowered himself on top of her.
“I can’t fuckin’ believe that nerd wants to spend all summer here, Grandma,” he said between kisses. “Can’t you just send him back to school?”
A loud smack echoed out of the room as Mike watched his grandmother smack his younger brother on the shoulder. ”Don't be an assho-oh oh OH!" Evelyn squealed.
"Don't be a what, Grandma?" he asked, the arrogance dripping from every word.
“We….ugh…we just need to be discreet. He has different needs than you do, baby,” she said as her voice trailed off into unintelligible moans and loud smacks of kissing replaced their voices.
At that Mike had stumbled out from the house and planted himself where he was now, on the porch overlooking the lake. He knew they hadn’t seen him. What in the world would happen now?