Chapter 26 Part 4 Grace’s Wild Past (18+)

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Chapter 26 Part 4 Grace's Wild Past

Thinking back, it seemed almost natural. 

With no amusements, they simply "did women" in bed to pass the time. 

Now she might have shed some of that "wildness," but the burning sex drive remained, growing heavier with the years. 

"You know more now, so of course you're curious. 

"Godmom won't hide it. 

"I use my hands at night, no need for a man. 

"My whole life is fulfilled raising you; I don't plan on other things." 

Her pale, strained smile showed how untrue that was. 

But he didn't press, only nodded and sent her out. 

After that, aside from the heat, he felt fine. 

He washed up early and went to bed, drifting into sleep. 

At midnight, the pill's power finally erupted 

In his dream he was tied to a pillar. 

Before him stood Jenna, Wendy, Serena, Annie and Helen, five mature women in revealing lingerie, their various skins, breasts and asses swaying. 

They pressed close, dancing for him, their soft flesh brushing his body. 

His blood surged; all his essence rushed downward. 

His cock burned and throbbed, as if something bound it and kept his pent‑up lust from breaking free. 

"Ahh… mm…" 

He rolled in bed, sweat soaking his back and hair. 

He struggled against the ropes, desperate to throw the women down and spill his seed inside their holes. 

No matter how he fought, the bonds held. 

In sleep he groaned, clutching his iron‑hard, burning shaft, but in the dream his hands became chains shackling the dragon. 

Droplets of sweat fell onto the sheets, blooming into dark patches. 

"It hurts… ahhh… mm… it hurts so much…" 

He woke in pain, moaning helplessly. 

The ache in his crotch sucked away his strength. 

He clamped his legs around his cock to try to ease the agony. 

Under the pill's influence, his towering shaft had grown frighteningly thick Jenna could barely have closed one hand around it now. 

Even more shocking was the length: no longer the boy's former size, but a staggering twenty‑five centimeters. 

Outside 

Night was thick as ink; only a sliver of moonlight slipped through the window, pooling coldly on the floor and licking at the bed. 

Serena tossed and turned, body aflame and mind filled with the image of his enormous shaft from that morning. 

Feeling the dampness in her hole and the sweat on her back, she knew sleep was impossible. 

She pushed open her door to walk it off. 

As if possessed, she put on the white one‑piece stockings Annie had given her and a pair of white stilettos. 

Heels clicked "tap, tap" on the hardwood hallway, then were swallowed by the dark. 

Like a ghost driven by her own desire, she found herself at his bedroom door. 

Her heart was a mess of conflict and panic. 

Just standing there in such a lewd outfit made her mind spin. 

She still hesitated whether to knock whether to go in under the pretense of checking on him when faint groans from inside made her heart lurch. 

*What's going on with Liam? 

"Why is he moaning like that? 

"Is there another woman inside?!* 

Jealousy and resentment flared at the thought of being beaten to him. 

She pressed her ear to the door. 

"It hurts… ugh…" 

His anguished whisper made her realize her guess was wrong. 

Now with a justified excuse, she drew a deep breath and pushed the door open. 

She stood at the foot of the bed, her 170‑centimeter frame wrapped in tight white stockings, every curve strained to the limit. 

Her huge H‑cup breasts filled the fabric into round globes. 

Oddly, there was no clear nipple bulge in the center but a strange shape; the heavy mounds rose and fell with her breath. 

The flesh at her waist and hips was squeezed tight by the knit, the slight spill announcing her mature ripeness. 

As she walked, her cheeks swayed with each step, tracing gentle, teasing arcs. 

Black hair poured over her chest like ink‑silk, red lips vivid, phoenix eyes tilted. 

At forty‑eight, this "half‑old" beauty wore such a bold outfit with an air of restrained elegance. 

She tiptoed to his bedside in heels and leaned to pick up the fallen sheet. 

As she bent, her breasts swung forward, nearly brushing the mattress. 

Her fingertips had barely touched his arm when she felt the heat. 

Startled, she grasped his forehead burning hot. 

His brow was furrowed; his breathing deeper than usual, and soft groans slipped from his lips. 

Half awake, he sensed someone enter. 

He lifted his gaze and saw a familiar face in the moonlight. 

Drawing in her soothing scent, he murmured, 

"Grandma… I'm so hot… it hurts…" 

Heart heavy with worry, she reached forward, grabbing the corner of the sheet, dark hair falling from her shoulder to veil half her face, only the soft curve of her eye and tight line of her lips showing. 

She thought of tucking him in before fetching medicine. 

She crawled onto the bed, reaching for the far side of the quilt. 

As she adjusted, her hips slid sideways, cheeks following with a sway. 

The stockings pressed her flesh into small waves, a soft tide of buttocks. 

To tuck the sheet firmly around his waist and shoulders, she leaned further, breasts pressing forward until they inched along his arm. 

The heat of his skin seeped through, making her jump. 

Her waist sank lower, ass tilting higher, the curve deepening like cotton soaked in water, soft and bouncing. 

Only when the blanket snugged his body did she push herself up, starting to back away. 

"Grandma… don't go… it hurts…" 

As she straightened, a warm hand grabbed her wrist. 

He jerked his eyes open, face red as a boiled shrimp, voice weak and sticky. 

He tugged her toward him. 

Off balance, she pitched forward; her heavy breasts bumped his chest. 

Before she could speak, he scooted to the edge, hot body burrowing into her arms. 

She braced on the bed and opened her arms, catching him, one cheek cocked slightly to the side from turning. 

His face pressed into her chest, breath searing through the stockings. 

She hardly noticed, hastily wrapping the sheet tighter around him. 

Her waist twisted as she tucked the edges. 

"Don't be scared, Grandma's here. 

"I'll get you some medicine, alright? I'll be right back." 

Her voice shook; one hand patted his burning back, the rhythm jittery with panic. 

Wanting to hold him more securely, she shifted toward the middle of the bed, her ass swaying left and right, the meat under the stockings flowing with each step. 

He burrowed closer, burying his face between her breasts, mumbling, 

"Grandma… hold me…" 

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