Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 780: Grandma’s Baby Ultimatum

Grandma sat between us on the plush couch, her hands clasped in her lap as she beamed at Marina, her voice brimming with affection. "Ay, mi tesorito, it’s been too long since I last saw that beautiful face of yours!" she exclaimed, pulling Marina into another tight hug before settling back into the cushions.

"Look at you—all grown up and glowing! And you!" She turned to me, her sharp eyes twinkling. "Always stealing my granddaughter away from me, eh?"

Marina giggled, nestling closer to her grandma, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. "Grandma, we’re right here now," she said, her voice sweet but laced with the warmth of familiarity. "And we’re not going anywhere for a while."

I leaned back against the couch, my arm draped casually along the backrest, my fingers brushing against Marina’s shoulder. The movement was innocent—almost.

My touch slid downward, tracing the curve of her spine before settling on the swell of her ass, hidden beneath the denim of her jeans. Marina’s breath hitched, her body tensing for just a second before she forced herself to relax, her cheeks already flushing pink.

The two maids, Ema and Eva, entered the room silently, each carrying a tray with glasses of water and a plate of freshly baked conchas. Ema, the redhead, set the tray down on the coffee table, her green eyes flickering toward me for just a second before she bowed her head.

"Master," she murmured, her voice soft but laced with something deeper—awareness. Eva, her dark hair pulled into a tight bun, followed suit, her movements precise, her gaze lingering just a second too long on where my hand rested against Marina’s jeans.

"Thank you, girls," I said, my voice smooth, my fingers already tracing slow, deliberate circles over the denim. Marina squirmed imperceptibly, her thighs pressing together as she tried to focus on her grandma’s chatter.

"So, Marina," Grandma said, reaching for a concha and breaking off a piece, "tell me everything! How’s work? How’s that handsome devil treating you?" She jerked her chin toward me, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.

Marina’s voice wavered just slightly as she answered, "W-Work’s good! Busy, but good. And h-he’s..." She swallowed hard as my fingers pressed firmer against her ass, my thumb finding the seam of her jeans and tracing it with slow, maddening precision.

"He’s fine. More than fine." Her words came out breathier than she intended, and she quickly cleared her throat, her fingers tightening around the edge of the couch.

Grandma’s eyebrows shot up, her gaze sharpening. "’More than fine’?" she repeated, her voice teasing. "Oh, mi amor, that doesn’t sound like ’fine’ to me. That sounds very good." She let out a cackle, nudging Marina’s knee playfully. "You’re blushing! What’s he doing to you over there, huh?"

Marina’s face burned crimson. "G-Grandma!" she squeaked, her body tensing as my fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, my fingertips brushing against the smooth, warm skin of her ass. I didn’t stop there.

My middle finger slid lower, teasing the cleft of her cheeks, my touch feather-light but impossible to ignore.

"Nothing she doesn’t like," I said, my voice a low, smug drawl as I met Grandma’s gaze. My finger traced downward, pressing just barely against the tight, forbidden pucker of Marina’s asshole through the thin fabric of her panties.

Marina’s breath hitched, her nails digging into the couch cushions as she forced a laugh, her voice high and unsteady.

"Y-You’re impossible!" she stammered, her hips twitching involuntarily as I applied the slightest pressure, my finger circling that sensitive spot with slow, deliberate strokes.

Grandma let out another hearty laugh, her sharp eyes missing nothing as she wagged a finger at Marina. "Oh, I know that look, mija," she said, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of suspicion. "You’re holding something back. I can see it in your face. Spill it!"

Marina’s thighs clenched together, her breath hitching as my finger pressed just a little harder against the tight pucker of her asshole through the thin fabric of her panties.

A tiny, suppressed whimper escaped her lips, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. "N-Nothing!" she insisted, her voice trembling, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "I-I just—it’s hot in here!"

Grandma’s eyebrows rose, her gaze flicking between Marina’s flushed face and my smug expression. "Hot, huh?" she said, clearly not buying it. "Well, if it’s that hot, maybe you should take off a layer or two." She chuckled, nudging Marina’s knee playfully. "Or are you just trying to hide something from your poor old grandma?"

Marina’s breath hitched again as my finger traced slow, maddening circles against her asshole, the pressure just enough to make her squirm. "N-No!" she stammered, her voice squeaking as she tried to focus on Grandma’s words. "I’m not hiding anything!"

Grandma leaned back in her seat, her expression turning mischievous. "Okay, mija," she said, her tone teasing. "Then tell me—when can I see my grandson’s face?"

She folded her arms, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You’re not young anymore, Marina. You have to get pregnant quickly!"

Marina’s face burned even brighter, her body tensing as my finger pressed just a little harder, teasing the entrance of her asshole. "G-Grandma!" she stammered, her voice high-pitched and flustered. "We’re—ah!—we’re working on it!" Another tiny whimper escaped her as my finger circled her tight hole, my touch maddeningly slow and deliberate.

Grandma let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Working on it, huh?" she said, her voice laced with skepticism. "Well, you’d better work harder, mija. I’m not getting any younger, you know!" She reached over and patted Marina’s knee, her expression softening. "I want to see my great-grandchildren before I go, mi amor."

Marina’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as my finger finally pushed just the slightest bit inside her, the intrusion sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. "Y-Yes, Grandma," she managed to say, her voice breathless and strained. "We’re—nn—we’re trying our best!"

Grandma chuckled, her gaze flicking to me. "And what about you, mijo?" she asked, her voice sharp but affectionate. "Are you doing your part to give me a great-grandchild, or are you just keeping my granddaughter distracted?"

I smirked, my finger still buried just shallowly inside Marina’s tight ass, her body trembling with the effort of staying quiet. "Oh, I’m doing my part," I said, my voice a low, confident drawl. "Marina can attest to that, can’t you, mi amor?"

Marina let out a whimper, her face buried in her hands as she tried to compose herself. "J-Jack!" she hissed under her breath, her body arching slightly as my finger teased her entrance, my touch maddeningly precise.