Granny's Game Ch. 03

A few hours later, after a shower and change of clothes, I met Anne at her Granny's house. I noticed Susan's car parked down the street from her mother's house, but didn't see her anywhere.

As I was getting the repaired computer out of the car, my phone announced an incoming text message -

"I'll be outside with the remote. Follow Anne's lead. Enjoy this, cuz I will. Susan"

I started up the walk to the house, and Anne fell in beside me.

"Did Mom text you? We have a plan, you know."

"Yes, she did. I'm still not believing this is happening."

"Want me to pinch you to make sure you're awake, David?"

"No," I responded quickly. I wasn't really sure what she'd pinch, and didn't want to find out.

Anne opened the door without knocking, and walked directly back to the kitchen. I waited in the foyer holding the computer for a few seconds before heading for the den to get everything hooked up. The machine was up and running by the time Anne and Mary appeared.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, David," Mary began apologetically.

I looked up from the screen, and saw she was wearing one of those sleeveless sundresses Anne had described earlier, and there was no doubt she was braless. The thin fabric of the dress formed snuggly around her jiggly mounds, and her huge nipples threatened to rip through the thin cotton of the garment.

Anne wasn't exaggerating about her Granny's nipples – diameter almost as big as my thumb, and standing over half an inch from the circle of her areola. Quite a site – I tore my gaze from her buxom display, and returned to the computer display, trying to be all business.

"Mary, I replaced the hard drive and re--"

"David," Anne interrupted, "Granny doesn't care about any of that. She just needs to get online, so let her have the chair."

Her tone was firm, almost bossy. I found myself relinquishing the chair without a second thought.

"Thanks you, David," Mary almost chirped. I'd never seen her this obviously cheerful – almost radiant. That could have been a flush of embarrassment caused by her flimsy attire.

As she slid into the desk chair, Anne moved behind her, and motioned me to get behind her as well. This viewpoint, looking over her shoulder down the front of her dress, had her tits and nipples looking even more pronounced. She squirmed in her chair, getting comfortable, as she began to open a web page that I recognized as an adult toy storefront.

Anne nudged me with her elbow, using sign language, cupped her crotch and pointed at Mary, twirled an imaginary knob in the palm of her hand, then discreetly point to the window slightly behind her right shoulder. Got it – Mary was wearing the clit vibrator, and Susan must have been just outside with the remote.

I looked to the window – there stood my smiling spouse, waving the remote at us. She mouthed silently what appeared to be a ready, set, go countdown, them flipped the switch to ON.

Mary froze in the chair, looking straight ahead at the screen, her hand not moving.

Anne quickly took over.

"OK, Granny. I thought you knew your way around this web store, Let me help," she offered, as she reached around Mary, resting her left hand on Mary's shoulder, and guiding the mouse with the other.

Mary flinched at her touch, and looked up at me, eyes wide. She thought I was running the remote. Anne pointed at the screen with her chin, looking back at me, mouthing follow me.

"Look, David. Don't you think these hooker pumps are subdued enough for me and Granny to wear in public together?" Anne asked.

I leaned around the left side of the chair, pointing at the screen with my left hand, and placing my right hand on Mary's shoulder as she continued to look up at me.

"These red pumps look too slutty," I commented, looking down, making eye contact with Mary. I held her blank stare without looking away, and saw her look to my left hand pointing at the screen, my right hand on her shoulder, then to Anne's left hand on the other shoulder, and Anne's right hand moving the mouse as she opened a new page of merchandise in the sex toys section.

Mary looked at the screen to see where Anne was going, and I stole a glance to the window to see Susan's grinning as she switched the device to the OFF position. Her mother's body twitched, and she looked around for the hidden operator – but Susan had ducked out of sight.

I saw Anne looking at her Granny's chest, and it was then that I noticed how much my mother-in-law's nipples had grown. From above, I had a new perspective on their size. Anne was right – these were Guinness record contenders that threatened to burst through the flimsy fabric.

"Granny, it's starting to get a little warm in here, don't you think? Why don't you undo a couple of those buttons so you don't get overheated?"

Mary looked up at Anne, who stared back. Apparently, the hesitation of even a few seconds was too much for Anne, who reached over with her hands, grasping the dress and pulling. Material ripped, and my mother-in-law's right breast was exposed. Following the lead, I ripped the dress back to expose the other breast.

What a phenomenal sight. Mary sitting at the computer with her breasts exposed, nipples pointing at the screen, as the flush of embarrassment and arousal swept up her torso, neck and cheeks. Susan was peering through the window, smiling, as she waved the remote.

Anne was back on the mouse, and had brought us to a page featuring nipple clamps.

"What do you think, David? Wouldn't a set of these look good latched onto Granny's big nipples?"

I was staring at those big nipples, which seemed to be getting even more erect. Mary looked up at me as I simply nodded, unable to tear my gaze from her exposed chest.

"Granny, we need a tape measure so we can be sure we get the right size. Go get one from your sewing kit," Anne ordered.

I stepped back as Anne swiveled Mary's chair in my direction. As Mary stood, she noticed the bulge in my slacks – naturally, the sight of her exposed breasts had me hard. The fact that my wife and step-daughter were apparently managing the show was totally unbelievable to me.

As Mary walked across the room, I saw Susan activate the remote for her mother's clit vibrator. Mary almost fell over as the waves emanated from her crotch. She fumbled through a cabinet drawer, leaning on the storage chest for support.

"Come on, Granny. We don't have all day!"

Mary turned and walked cautiously back towards us with the cloth tape measure in her hand and her exposed tits jiggling. Mary's eyes struggled to focus as Anne stepped towards her, placed her hands on her shoulders, and began to remove the torn dress.

"Torn clothing is not acceptable, Granny."

Anne continued to work the dress down her granny's arms, then down over her hips, releasing it to puddle around her feet. Mary stood there in a pair of white cotton panties with the wet crotch bulging obscenely with the pink plastic clit vibrator clearly visible. The subtle humming of the vibrator was clearly audible now.

I looked into Mary's eyes as they struggled to focus.

Anne broke the silence. "David, get the tape measure and let's get these new toys ordered."

I took the tape measure from Mary's hand, unrolling it and finding the end.

"OK, I'm on the site. What's the circumference?"

I wrapped the cloth tape around my mother-in-law's right nipple, making sure to prod and manipulate her breast in the process. I found it exhilarating to be openly fondling Mary's tit in front of my step-daughter – I glanced over at the window to see Susan watching, too. My dick was really anxious to get in on some of this action, and I wondered if his wish would be granted soon.

"This looks like one and three-quarters inches, Anne," I reported. She keyed the measurement into the order form.

"OK, what about the other one?"

I eagerly stepped in front of Mary to get at the other tit, paying even more attention to the measurement of the second nipple. I looked up and saw Mary staring at me, but couldn't really identify the look on her face.

"What?" I whispered.

"Please," she mouthed, no sound escaping her lips.

I raised my eyebrows and shrugged.

"Please," barely audible. "Make me do something nasty, David."

No change in expression betrayed my shock at Mary's plea.

"This one's the same, Anne. One and three-quarters."

"Got it. Now the length. Which side are you measuring first?"

"Well, I'm not sure they're fully erect," I said as I looked at them and shook my head. "Mary, go kneel on the coffee table."

She walked over and got on her knees on the long table in front of the sofa. Anne had turned on her chair to watch, probably a little surprised that I'd taken control for the moment. I gave her a wink, looked to the window and smiled at Susan, who smiled and winked back.

"OK, now down on your hands, too."

Mary didn't even look up as she leaned over, ending up on hands and knees with her breasts hanging from her chest, her ass facing Anne in the chair.

"Anne, does your grandmother have a vibrator?"

Anne nodded.

"Go get it."

Anne left the room and Mary remained on the table, nearly motionless. I turned to the window and gave Susan a twisting sign, indicating I wanted her to increase the vibrations coursing through her mother's clit. She held up the remote and slowly increased the power to the device.

Mary squirmed as the sensations increased, the motion causing her breasts to sway from side to side. She threw her head back, eyes closed, asking me in a hoarse whisper, "Who's got the remote?"

She opened her eyes wide as Susan approached the maximum setting and Mary's orgasm approached. Anne walked back in, taking in the sight of her grandmother on the coffee table in her panties, on hands and knees in front of her son-in-law, whose erection created a bulge down the left leg of his pants, and her mother visible through the window holding the remote control device.

Susan dialed the control back to the lowest level, depriving her mother of the satisfaction of her orgasm. Mary relaxed visibly, her head hanging down.

Anne broke the silence, "Looks like the nipples are pretty much erect now, David. Shall I measure them?"

"Not yet. Where's the vibrator?"

Anne handed the plastic phallus to me with wicked grin, "What do you plan to do," she asked.

I didn't say anything, but moved around Mary to sit on the sofa, sitting so that her left side was presented to me.

"I want to try something here. Take a measurement of this nipple first, Anne."

Anne moved towards the sofa, but I stopped her – "No, from the other side. Reach underneath her," I instructed as I handed her the tape measure –I reached under Mary, pushing against her tit with my wrist as I offered the tape measure to Anne. Anne dropped to her knees on the other side of the coffee table and reached for the tape, her hand manipulating Mary's other tit.

"OK, David. I'm ready to measure," Anne whispered, not moving her hand from her grandmother breast, but starting to lightly squeeze. Mary looked over at me, her eyes appearing glazed, then dropped her head to watch her granddaughter play with her tit. I touched the tip of the other nipple with the vibrator and twisted it to the lowest setting.

"Measure it now, Anne."

Anne picked up the tape measure and crouched lower so she could reach under Mary and see the tape.

"Lower, Anne. Get lower so you can read the numbers."

Anne lowered her head and, as she reached under her grandmother, found Mary's tit dangling dangerously close to her face. Mary watched without moving as I moved the vibrator so it barely touched the tip of her nipple. Anne held the end of the tape lightly against Mary's aureole, pulling it taut as she moved her face closer to read the measurement. Mary leaned towards Anne, causing her tit to touch her granddaughter's forehead.

"OK, David. I think this looks like an inch and a half – can that be right?"

"Look closer, Anne. That's pretty unbelievable."

Anne tilted her head and tried to look at the tape with Mary's other nipple close to her mouth now.

"Be careful that thing doesn't poke you in the eye, Anne. Let's get a better look; Mary, up on your knees so we can see better," I commanded as I looked over to the window and gave Susan a barely perceptible nod. I could hear the humming of the device lodged inside Mary's panties as Susan turned it – and her mother – back on.

Mary raised up on her knees, her nipples protruding obscenely from her tits. I turned the vibrating dildo off, and set it on the table.

"What are these, Mary? D cups?" I asked.

"Oh, no. Mine are D cup, and Granny's are bigger than mine," Anne remarked.

Mary looked at me and said, "No, I wear a D cup bra, David. It can get a little tight, but..."

She stopped and gasped as I flicked her nipple with my finger. I looked at her sternly as I flicked the other nipple.

"I wanted a simple answer, not an explanation. Give me that tape, Anne"

Tape in hand, I gouged the metal end into Mary's tit, then pinched her nipple to set the dumb end of the tape. I reached with my other hand, and Mary shuddered as I worked her huge nipple, stretching the tape to its tip.

"OK, Anne. This reads an inch and seven-sixteenths. Just under an inch and a half. Now, back to this cup size issue. Are you wearing a bra, Anne?"

I knew she was.

"Yes, David. I am"

"D cup?" I asked.

"Yes, why?"

"I want to make sure Mary's not lying about her cup size. Mary, are you lying about your cup size?"

Mary quietly responded, "No, David."

"I hope not. Anne, take off your bra so Mary can prove her cup size is really a D for us."

Anne didn't even hesitate; she started on the buttons and removed her shirt. I glanced over at the window, and Susan was standing there with her mouth open, watching the scene. I let go of her mother's tit – the movement caught her eye. She smiled wickedly, and twisted the control speed to high, then back down to the OFF position.

Anne dropped her shirt, and reached behind her back for the clasp. As she brought her hands forward, the straps slid down her arms, the cups fell and her impressive tits were revealed. She made no move to indicate modesty; actually, she imperceptibly (almost) pulled her shoulders back to proudly display them.

If my dick was hard before, now it was uncomfortably hard, trapped inside my pants. I reached down to try to adjust it, getting little relief from that. I noticed both Anne and Mary watching, staring at the bulge.

Anne grinned, "That looks painful. Don't you think you should do something about that, David?"

Before I could answer, the door opened and Susan walked in. She was pulling her top over her head; "Yes, David. I think we need to relieve your discomfort there. Take those pants off. Anne, get your pants off, too. Mother, stop trying to cover your tits and see if you can squeeze into Anne's bra. All of you get moving."