The sun hung low over the rolling hills, casting a golden glow across the sleepy village. Ethan and Liam, both 18, trudged up the gravel path to their grandmother’s cottage. It was a weekend escape from the city, a chance to breathe fresh air and dodge their parents’ nagging. The brothers were close, but different—Ethan, the quieter one, with messy brown hair and a shy smile; Liam, bold and cocky, with a sharp jawline and a grin that screamed trouble. They carried duffel bags slung over their shoulders, the weight of teenage boredom heavy in their steps.
The cottage came into view, all ivy-clad walls and crooked chimneys. It looked like something from a storybook, but the woman who stepped out to greet them was no frail old lady. Grandma Rose, though in her early sixties, was a vision. Her silver-streaked auburn hair fell in loose waves, framing a face that still held a youthful glow. Her figure, curved and generous, was hugged by a floral dress that clung just a bit too tightly to her full breasts and rounded hips. She moved with a sway that hinted at confidence, maybe even mischief.
“Boys!” Rose called, her voice warm and teasing. “You’ve grown into proper men, haven’t you?”
Ethan blushed, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey, Gran. Been a while.”
Liam smirked, dropping his bag at the door. “Looking good, Gran. You been working out or what?”
Rose laughed, a throaty sound that made Ethan’s ears burn. “Cheeky lad. Come in, come in. I’ve got tea and biscuits ready.”
Inside, the cottage smelled of lavender and fresh baking. The living room was cosy, with plush armchairs and a crackling fire. Rose gestured for them to sit, her dress riding up slightly as she bent to pour tea. Liam’s eyes flicked to the glimpse of thigh, then away, a grin tugging at his lips. Ethan pretended not to notice, focusing on the steaming cup in his hands.
“So,” Rose said, settling into a chair, crossing her legs so the dress inched higher. “What’s the plan for the weekend? You two going to keep your old gran company?”
Liam leaned back, stretching his arms. “Depends. What’s there to do around here? Village looks deader than Ethan’s love life.”
“Oi!” Ethan shot him a glare. “At least I don’t flirt with anything that moves.”
Rose’s eyes sparkled, catching the banter. “Oh, there’s plenty to do. Walks in the woods, a dip in the lake… or we could stay in and play cards. I’m quite good at poker, you know.”
“Strip poker?” Liam quipped, winking.
Rose didn’t miss a beat. “Careful, lad. I’d have you both in your pants before you knew what hit you.”
Ethan choked on his tea, coughing. “Gran!”
She laughed again, her gaze lingering on them both. “I’m only teasing. Unless you’re game, of course.”
The day passed in a blur of small tasks—helping Rose in the garden, chopping wood for the fire, and eating her homemade shepherd’s pie. But there was a tension in the air, a subtle current that grew with every brush of Rose’s hand on Ethan’s arm or the way she leaned close to Liam to whisper something, her breath warm against his ear. By evening, the fire was roaring, and the three of them sat in the living room, a bottle of homemade elderflower wine on the table.
“Gran, this stuff’s strong,” Ethan said, his cheeks already flushed after one glass.
“Good,” Rose replied, sipping hers slowly, her lips glistening. “Loosens you up. You’re too serious, Ethan.”
Liam, sprawled on the rug, grinned. “Yeah, mate. Live a little. Gran’s got the right idea.”
Rose raised an eyebrow, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “And what’s my idea, Liam?”
He met her gaze, bold as ever. “You tell me, Gran. You’re the one giving us those looks.”
For a moment, the room was silent, save for the crackle of the fire. Ethan’s heart pounded, his eyes darting between them. Rose set her glass down, leaning forward so her dress strained against her ample breasts, the neckline dipping to reveal a hint of cleavage.
“You boys think you can handle a woman like me?” she asked, her tone half-challenge, half-invitation.
Ethan’s mouth went dry. “Gran, what… what are you saying?”
Liam didn’t hesitate. “I’m saying I’m in. Ethan, you gonna wimp out?”
Rose stood, her movements slow and deliberate, like a cat stalking prey. She crossed to the rug where Liam lay, standing over him so her dress hugged her thighs. “No pressure, Ethan. But I’ve been alone in this cottage too long. And you two… well, you’re not boys anymore.”
Ethan’s mind reeled, but his body betrayed him, a heat stirring below his belt. Liam was already sitting up, his hand grazing Rose’s calf, his touch bold. “Come on, Gran. Show us what you’ve got.”
She smiled, wicked and knowing, and sank to her knees between them. The firelight danced across her skin, highlighting the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts. She reached for Liam first, her fingers trailing up his thigh, her nails grazing the denim.
“Fuck,” Liam muttered, a low, rough grunt escaping him.
Rose’s eyes flicked to Ethan, softening. “You with us, love?”
Ethan swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “Yeah… yeah, I’m in.”
Her smile widened, and she leaned closer, her breath hot against his cheek. “Good boy.”
What followed was a blur of hands and mouths, of clothes shed in a frenzy. Rose’s dress hit the floor, revealing a body that defied her age—full, heavy breasts with dark, pebbled nipples, a soft waist that curved into wide hips, and a fanny already glistening with need. Ethan stared, mesmerised, as she arched her back, her breasts swaying slightly, the weight of them hypnotic.
Liam was bolder, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until she let out a needy moan. “God, Gran, these are fucking perfect,” he growled, squeezing gently, watching them spill over his fingers.
Rose’s hand found Ethan’s belt, tugging it open with a deft flick. “Don’t be shy, Ethan,” she purred, her voice a velvet caress. “Touch me.”
He hesitated, then reached out, his fingers trembling as they grazed her breast. It was soft, warm, the nipple hardening under his touch. She let out a pleased hum, her eyes half-lidded. “That’s it, love. Just like that.”
Liam was already shedding his jeans, his cock springing free—thick, veined, and already leaking at the tip. Rose’s gaze dropped to it, a hungry edge to her smile. “Oh, Liam. Look at you.”
She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly, her fingers slick with his precum. Liam groaned, a deep, filthy noise, his hips bucking. “Fuck, Gran, you’re gonna kill me.”
Ethan’s jeans were next, Rose’s hands deft and sure as she freed his cock. It was longer than Liam’s, not as thick, but hard as steel, the head flushed and throbbing. She licked her lips, a sudden scream of delight escaping her as she took them both in hand, stroking in tandem.
“Ohh God,” Ethan gasped, his head falling back. “Gran… that feels…”
“Shh,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss his neck, her tongue flicking against his pulse. “Let me take care of you.”
She guided them to the rug, positioning herself on her knees, her fanny glistening in the firelight. It was pink and swollen, the lips parted slightly, begging to be touched. Liam didn’t wait, his fingers sliding between her thighs, finding her clit and rubbing slow circles. Rose’s hips jerked, a desperate, filthy noise spilling from her lips.
“Ungh, ah yes,” she moaned, her voice thick with need. “Liam, you naughty boy…”
Ethan watched, transfixed, as Liam’s fingers dipped inside her, the squelch of her wetness loud in the quiet room. Rose’s fanny clenched around him, her thighs trembling. “Mmm… don’t stop… yes, there… ohhh,” she panted, her breasts bouncing as she rocked against his hand.
Ethan couldn’t hold back. He leaned in, kissing her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. She cried out, a sweet little cry, her hand tangling in his hair. “Ohh God… right there… you feel so good…”
Liam grinned, pulling his fingers free, slick with her juices. “Time to shag, Gran. You ready?”
She nodded, her eyes wild. “Fuck me, Liam. Hard.”
He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging her fanny. The head slipped between her lips, stretching her slowly, and she let out a long, needy moan. “Oh my god—faster! Yes! Ohhh yesss!” she cried, her voice breaking as he thrust deep, the squelch of her fanny echoing with each movement.
Ethan watched, his hand on his cock, stroking in time with Liam’s thrusts. Rose’s breasts swayed, heavy and full, her nipples grazing the rug as she arched her back. Her fanny gripped Liam’s cock, the wet heat of it driving him wild. “Fuck, Gran, you’re so tight,” he grunted, a low, rough grunt.
She turned her head, locking eyes with Ethan. “Come here, love,” she panted, her voice raw. “I want you too.”
He moved closer, and she took him in her mouth, her lips soft and warm, her tongue swirling around the head. Ethan groaned, a desperate, filthy noise, his hands fisting in her hair. “Ahh, harder,” he gasped, his hips jerking.
Rose moaned around him, the vibration sending shocks through his cock. Her fanny clenched tighter around Liam, the squelch louder now, her juices dripping down her thighs. “Mmm… don’t stop… yes, there… ohhh,” she mumbled, her words muffled by Ethan’s cock.
Liam’s thrusts grew erratic, his hands gripping her hips, leaving red marks. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growled, his voice strained.
“Do it,” Rose panted, pulling off Ethan’s cock to look back at him. “Cum inside me, Liam. Fill me up.”
He slammed into her, a final, brutal thrust, and roared, a deep, guttural sound. His cock pulsed, unloading thick ropes of cum deep inside her fanny. The heat of it flooded her, spilling out around his cock, the squelch obscene as he kept thrusting, milking every drop. Rose screamed, a sudden, filthy scream, her fanny spasming as her own orgasm hit, her juices mixing with his, dripping onto the rug.
Ethan was close, his cock throbbing in her hand. She turned to him, stroking fast, her breasts bouncing with the movement, her arms squeezing them together until they spilled over her elbows. “Cum for me, Ethan,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call.
“Ohh God… right there…” he gasped, and then he erupted, thick spurts of cum painting her breasts, dripping down her nipples. She moaned, a pleased hum, rubbing it into her skin, her fanny still twitching from Liam’s release.
They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat, the firelight flickering over their bodies. Rose’s breasts heaved as she caught her breath, her fanny still leaking cum, the scent of sex heavy in the air.
“Bloody hell,” Liam muttered, a lazy grin on his face. “Gran, you’re a fucking legend.”
Rose laughed, a throaty, satisfied sound. “You boys aren’t half bad yourselves.”
Ethan, still dazed, managed a shy smile. “That was… wow.”
She reached out, brushing a lock of hair from his face, her touch gentle now. “Plenty more where that came from, loves. It’s a long weekend.”
The fire crackled, and the night stretched out before them, full of promise.