Forbidden Circuits

**Chapter 1: The Unexpected Call**<br><br>Vander adjusted his tie in the mirror, his mind wandering as it often did to the forbidden. Aline, his wife of twelve years, was bustling in the kitchen with their three kids, the chaos of morning routines filling their home. But Vander’s thoughts weren’t on cereal spills or school runs. They were on Terezinha—Aline’s grandmother, a woman of seventy whose presence was as commanding as her towering frame. Her skin, weathered by time, told stories of decades, and her body—God, her body—was a landscape of curves that haunted him. Those big thighs, that huge ass, those full breasts that seemed to defy gravity. He shook his head, trying to banish the image, but it clung to him like a second skin.<br><br>The phone rang, snapping him out of his reverie. It was Terezinha. Her voice, gravelly with age but laced with a sly charm, purred through the line. 'Vander, meu querido, I need your help. My computer’s gone haywire again. Can you come over to the apartment? Augusto’s out, and I’m hopeless with these damn machines.'<br><br>Vander’s pulse quickened. 'Of course, Dona Terezinha. I’ll be there in an hour.'<br><br>'Don’t keep an old lady waiting,' she teased, her chuckle low and knowing. 'I might just have to find another young man to fix my… problems.'<br><br>He laughed, but there was a heat in his chest he couldn’t ignore. 'Wouldn’t dream of it. I’m your man for the job.'<br><br>An hour later, Vander stood at the door of Terezinha’s apartment, toolbox in hand, though he doubted it was the computer she really wanted fixed. She opened the door, and damn if she didn’t look like a queen in her domain. Her floral dress clung to her massive frame, accentuating every curve, her thighs straining against the fabric. Her eyes, sharp and mischievous, raked over him as she stepped aside. 'Come in, Vander. You’re looking… capable today.'<br><br>He smirked, stepping past her, catching a whiff of her perfume—something old-fashioned, heavy, intoxicating. 'And you’re looking like trouble, Dona Terezinha. Where’s this computer of yours?'<br><br>She led him to a small desk in the living room, her hips swaying with a deliberate slowness that made his mouth dry. 'Right here. But I warn you, I’m a demanding client. I expect thorough… attention.'<br><br>Vander set down his tools, his fingers itching for something other than wires. He bent over the desk, pretending to inspect the ancient machine, but his eyes kept darting to her. She stood close—too close—her presence a heat he could feel through his shirt. 'You always this hands-on with your repairmen?' he quipped, his voice rougher than he intended.<br><br>Terezinha laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to his core. 'Only the ones worth watching. Tell me, Vander, does Aline know how good you are with your hands?'<br><br>He straightened, turning to face her, their bodies inches apart. Her gaze was a challenge, and he wasn’t about to back down. 'She knows enough. But I’ve got a few tricks I save for… special projects.'<br><br>Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and she stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. 'Show me, then. I’m not getting any younger, and I’ve got no patience for games.'<br><br>His breath hitched, the air between them crackling. He could feel himself growing hard, the tension coiling tight in his gut. Her hand reached out, bold as brass, tracing the line of his jaw. 'You’ve been looking at me for years, haven’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed.'<br><br>'Guilty as charged,' he admitted, his voice a low growl. 'But can you blame me? You’re a fucking force of nature.'<br><br>She grinned, her hand sliding down to grip his shirt, pulling him closer. 'Then let’s see if you can handle the storm.'<br><br>Their lips crashed together, hungry and fierce, her taste a mix of mint and something uniquely her. His hands found her hips, gripping the fullness of her, pulling her against him as she moaned into his mouth. They stumbled backward, her huge ass pressing against the desk as he ground against her, already aching, his cock straining in his jeans. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, 'Don’t hold back, Vander. I want it all.'<br><br>And just as he was about to tear that dress off her, to feel every inch of her weathered, glorious skin, the world seemed to pause—teetering on the edge of an explosion neither of them could resist.