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Bertha's Unexpected Afternoon Delight: When Grandson's Hands Wander to Forbidden Places

Chapter One: A Helping Hand

Bertha's living room was a mess, with papers and books strewn about the floor. The 70-year-old woman struggled to get up from her spot on the ground, her rolls of cellulite jiggling with the effort.

"Lazy bones," she called out, her voice sharp and commanding. "You couldn't even offer to help your old grandmother up?"

Her grandson, a 20-year-old hunk with a wandering eye, quickly made his way over to Bertha. He offered her his hand, his eyes lingering on her shapely figure.

Bertha caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "You're planning on fucking me in the ass instead of helping me up?" she joked.

Her grandson laughed it off, trying to play it cool. But Bertha wasn't fooled. She knew that her grandson had always had a thing for her.

As he helped her to her feet, she couldn't resist making a few more playful jabs. "You're such a horny devil," she said, grinning. "A dirty old man."

Her grandson, unable to resist, started to flirt back. "You're still got it, Bertha," he said, his eyes twinkling.

Bertha, flattered, started to flirt back. "You're not so bad yourself," she said, her voice low and sultry.

The two of them continued to banter back and forth, the sexual tension building between them. Bertha, feeling bold, made the first move. She grabbed her grandson's hand and placed it on her thigh, her heart racing with excitement.

Her grandson, surprised but excited, started to rub Bertha's thigh. His mind was filled with dirty thoughts, his body tingling with desire.

Bertha, enjoying the attention, started to make suggestive comments. "I've always been a bit of a wild one," she said, her voice husky.

Her grandson, unable to contain himself, started to kiss Bertha. His hands explored her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips.

Bertha, moaning with pleasure, started to undress. She invited her grandson to "fuck her every hole," her eyes filled with desire.

The two of them lost themselves in the moment, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. It was a helping hand that neither of them would ever forget.

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