We had been planning this arts and crafts day for weeks now. Every weekend the boys had to squirty squirt in cups and jars. It was a huge mystery for them. Nana had never had this rule before and all I would tell them is that we were going to do something extra special at the end of the month. Each week as our jars filled up and I stocked them in the fridge, the questions just kept cumming. “Are we going to cook with it Nana? Are we going to make milk shakes out of them Nana?” On and on. Even though these are wonderful ideas and we may use them one day, we weren’t going to use them this time. I knew that what I had in mind was going to be great fun for all of us. The day finally came and they were crazy with excitement and curiosity. I lined the jars up on the table. Everyone took their clothes off so we wouldn’t get them messy. Out came food coloring and paper, The questions were coming, the giggles were loud and you could feel the excitement in the air. Finally I told them what we were going to do. We were going to add the food coloring to the jars of cum. We would make as many different colors as we could think of and then we would use the colored cum to finger paint. They could make pictures on the paper of finger paint each other. We all know that we can eat cum and the food coloring is edible so they were free to lick their canvases clean and start all over again. We had so much home made finger paint we played all day. They created wonderful works of art and we created wonderful memories with Nana Camilla.
Have you ever fantasized about killing someone? Maybe even someone in your family? Well, I have often, especially this one annoying as fuck cousin. When we were wee ones he was always teasing me about my big boobs. Called me names; grabbed them roughly; even pulled my top up on the bus and in school. He also made fun of my height. He was just a bully, still is. He is the reason I got made fun of for being an Amazon woman, and boys my age wanted nothing to do with me. I use to try to strap my boobs down so no one knew just how big they were. My cousin Frank called them ugly torpedoes. I use to get upset, cry to my uncle; but now I am comfortable in my skin. I love my huge melons. And so do my offspring and their offspring! But I still have revenge fantasies about snuffing out my cousin.
How do I fantasize about killing him? With the very objects of his ridicule. That’s right, in my fantasy world, I would smother him with my natural, huge 40 EE breasts. I would sneak into his bedroom one night, pull back the covers, first mock his little dick, which he did have. I saw it once when I was ankle biker and supposedly asked why he didn’t have a pee pee like other boys. I think that is why he tortured me later in life. Okay, back to my fantasy. I would lower my breasts onto his face, pushing the nipples up into his nose, and forcing my flesh into his mouth. If he struggled much, I would put my full weight on him. I’d smother him with killer boobs until he was no longer moving.
Twisted I know. But, come on we all have revenge fantasies. And if you are gonna get whacked, wouldn’t you rather it be by a pair of killer boobs than a gun? Hell, I could smother you with my big melons or even your offspring or mine just for fun!
Is it just me or is there something extra hot about young hairless bodies? You know what I am talking about. I decided to go to a local nudist beach for the first time the other day. I know that such places are dangerous for a p mommy and granny such as myself, but I so wanted to check out the eye candy. I have a callers I speak to who visit nudist beaches and colonies to see all ages and sizes running around naked. I got my chair out, put sunscreen all over my body, especially my big beautiful breasts and sat back and enjoyed the parade of young flesh before me. I wondered if folks knew my pussy was drenched. I couldn’t help it. I prefer much younger sexual companions. Mainly because they are just so innocent, so eager to please, so willing to learn and absolutely no baggage or health issues.
I have several grand angels of various ages. Some I am playing with already, others I am grooming and a few I am just observing and enjoying the show. Nature will take its course. I got all worked up at that nudist beach and had to come home and play with myself for while. My pussy just gets so wet thinking of the wee ones. My oldest grand angel is such a stud already. And my youngest I think is a porn star in the making. She loves to strut around naked, shaking her little bubble butt all around. When she does wear clothes, usually little tight shorts that hug her cute little hiney and show off her pudgy little belly. When we are at the mall together, I know what some men are thinking when they look at her. Same thing I am when I see those cute little tight bodies.
I often wonder if there are other like minded folks out there like me. Then my phone rings, and I know there are lots of men and women who share my desire for innocence; for sweet little cunnies and dickies. If you are reading this and are aroused, you are not alone. I would love to talk with you, share stories and experiences, validate each other’s naughty desires… Maybe you would enjoy instructing me how to raise my grand angels? You know, live vicariously through my p mommy and granny lifestyle.