Saturday Night Smut: She’s My Best Friend’s GILF

Jesse’s never been with a woman, but not for lacking of wanting! He just gets nervous thinking what he’d do with a girl, if he ever found himself alone with one.

When Jesse visits his best friend one Sunday afternoon, Brad’s not home—but someone else is. Brad told Jesse his grandmother was staying at his house while recovering from surgery. What Brad didn’t mention was that his cougar GILF grandma got a boob job!

Bonnie loves younger men, and she can’t wait to show off her big new breasts. When Jesse shows up at the door and nobody else is home, the sexy granny takes her opportunity to pounce.  But will Jesse be up to the task? Or will the inexperienced young man come before he’s called?

She’s My Best Friend’s GILF (Grandma Got A Boob Job!) is a first time short by Vulgaria’s sweetheart, Lexi Wood!

EXCERPT:

“Brad told me his gramma’s been staying with him, but I’ve never met her.”

“Sure you have,” the woman said, extending a hand to shake his.  “Well, now you have.  I’m Bonnie.  You must be Jesse.”

Jesse gawped.  “You’re not Brad’s grandmother!”

She smiled and tossed her hair behind her shoulder, showing off her massive breasts.  “Well, sure I am.  Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re just too… I mean, you’re so… I mean, you look nothing like my grandma!”

When Bonnie laughed, her big boobs bounced inside her tight, low-cut top.  That hot pink colour glowed against her tan skin.  She certainly didn’t look like a woman who was recovering from surgery.

“Well, come on in.”  She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and drew him into the house.  “I’ll make you a sandwich.”

“You will?”

She cocked her head as she led him into the kitchen.  Jesse wasn’t sure what aroused his senses more: the promise of food, or the insinuation of Gramma’s giggles.

 

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Miranda and Saba always fight on vacation. They even miss the ghost walk at their castle cum luxury resort hotel because they're too busy arguing. When they stumble upon a mysterious woman in need of help, there's no staff around, so the couple brings Oubliette to their room. Where did this strange girl come from? Why is she so dirty? What's with the clothing that went out of fashion three hundred years ago? And does Oubliette have the power to reunite two lovers who’ve been at each other's throats all night?

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“I’m not wearing the right shoes for this,” Saba objected while Miranda coasted down the gravel path.

“You’ll be fine. They can’t have gone too far. Wow, it’s really dark out here.”

“Nice to get out of the city,” Saba said. “No light pollution.”

Miranda was about to say, “I’m so glad we came here,” when she heard the crack of a branch underfoot. Saba must have heard it too, because they stopped in their tracks at precisely the same moment. It happened again: footsteps in the wooded area beyond the path. Miranda grabbed Saba’s arm and squeezed.

“I’m all goosebumpy,” Saba whispered.

“Yeah, me too.” Miranda clung even harder to Saba’s arm. “Do you think it’s an animal?”

“No, it sounds too big.” Saba raised her voice to call out, “Hello! Is anybody there?”

Miranda had never listened so hard in her life.

“We’re not too far from the castle,” Saba said softly. “Why don’t we head back?”

“No, I want to find out what it is.” Miranda crouched down and aimed her flashlight into the bush. Even fully illuminated, the greenery looked dark. It was thick enough that she couldn’t see what was making those noises. Probably just a skunk. She’d laugh if that’s what it turned out to be. Laugh, and run.

And then another noise, a murmur. Like a baby. She strained to hear where it was coming from, or even what it was, but her heart thundered in her ears. It was hard to hear anything else.

Saba squeezed her shoulder, digging sharp nails into her flesh. “We have to go in there. Somebody’s hurt.”

“You think?” Miranda pried apart the branches she couldn’t see past.

She jumped when her flashlight caught a pair of eyes.

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Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.