Obscene World Grandmas

I was sitting on the sofa, present in the living room, thinking about what events would take place today.

'Fuck, I am getting bored.' I thought as I looked at the analog clock hung on the wall.

Yeah, this world has clocks and watches too.

9:25 AM

I had already eaten breakfast with my family, and right now, my parents and my sisters were in their room.

My parents are getting ready for their jobs, and my sister is getting ready to go for her training.

"Click...!"

A sound of the door opening echoed, followed by the sound of steps.

"Tap...Tap...!"

My father entered the room, wearing a dark green shirt and charcoal black pants, held by a leather belt.

He has a simple black analog watch on his right wrist, with his black black blazer hung on his forearms.

His hair was styled backwards, with a few white hairs coming loose, making him look charming with his confident look.

Sensing looking at him, my dad stopped, and his face moved towards as he spoke.

"Hm? What happened? Is sothing on my face?" He asked, sensing my gaze towards his face.

"No, you just look good Dad," I replied, as I tried to complint him, to improve relationships and my face in this family.

He looked at weirdly, then replied, "If you want money, just tell . Why act weird?"

"Huh, no, I don't need money."

"Yeah, okay, then I won't give you." He said, shaking his head, before moving towards the shoe rack near the front door.

Then, another sound of steps echoed.

"Tap...Tap...!"

And my sister entered, wearing tight black leggings again, with a tight black t-shirt, and her hair styled in a bun.

'She looks like the female version of Toji,' I thought, but dismissed it imdiately, 'she just lacks in muscle areas.'

Her body was toned, it's just that she didn't have big forearms and biceps.

Sensing my gaze, she stopped and looked at , but didn't say anything.

'Should I also complint her?' I thought, looking at her emotionless face.

'Well fuck it.'

"You look beautiful, sis." I complinted her with a smile.

She looked genuinely surprised, as her poker face broke, her eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up as her lips parted slightly.

Even my father looked at , but suddenly, as though understanding sothing, he once again started to wear his shoes.

But in just seconds, her poker face returned.

As she replied, with the sa emotionless face, but her voice carried a softness, "Thank you."

Before moving towards the shoe rack.

...

10 Minutes Later

I was still sitting on the sofa, but there was a slight change. On my right side was sitting my sister, and after about 5 or 6 minutes, I tried to have so light conversation with her, like :

"When did you get ho?"

"The day you got injured."

"How was the academy?"

"It was good."

The conversation was light, just talking about how she lived, what she did, about the academy life, etc.

But still, the progress was there.

On the sofa, placed adjacent to my left, was my father, watching the news on his communication orb, and looking at the door to the living room repeatedly.

"Clank...!"

The sound of the door closing echoed, followed by the sound of steps.

"Tap...Tap...!"

And my mother entered the room, her red hair neatly styled into a tight bun.

She wore a muted green tunic with soft brown leggings. A simple leather belt cinched at her waist, held small pouches for herbs and vials.

The cloth was simple, but with her face and her figure, she looked very gorgeous.

"We are going to get late." My father said, seeing her, as he stood up, putting his blazer on.

"Hurry up, the carriage has been waiting for us." He added as he started to move towards the front door.

Listening to this, my mom moved towards the shoe rack to wear her sandals.

"We will be back around our usual ti, Eden, so if anything happens, call us.

"Your grandmas will be here around afternoon, so don't go anywhere, okay.

Bye, take care." My father said to , before opening the door and exiting.

"Click...!"

Listening to this, I also stood up with my sister, as my mom wore her sandals.

She also said the sa things to , before taking my face in her hands, as she kissed deeply, my hands moved towards her ass, kneading both her ass cheeks gently.

"Chu...!"

Before she leaned back, gazing at lovingly.

She once more leaned in, kissing my forehead.

"Chu...!"

Before adding, "Take care."

"You too, mom."

After which, she moved towards the exit.

Seeing both my sis and mother going, I also followed them from behind, before coming to a stop at the door.

"Hurry up you two." My father cried, standing near the carriage, outside the fence gate.

"Take care, sis." I said, rembering, I haven't greeted her.

"You too." She replied, her voice coming out, a little bit restrained.

"Hehehe," As my mom giggled, at her response.

After which, they all left, and I closed the door, and entered the quiet house.

...

Around Afternoon

I was still sprawled on my sofa, looking like a person killed by boredom, gazing at the ceiling, with lifeless eyes.

'Mobile Phone...' I thought, bringing my right palm over my eyes, and then started to perform scrolling gestures with my thumb.

'I think I am having dopamine withdrawal.'

But before I could delve deeper into my crazy act, knocking sounds reached my ears from the front door.

"Knock...Knock...!"

I sprang from my sofa, as though my life depended on it, and ran towards the front door.

'My dopam-...Cough, Cough, I an my grandmas.'

I reached the front door in seconds, shooting my hands towards the doorknob, as my fingers tightened around it, and I opened the door with a satisfying "Click...!"

Standing before were two won who looked to be in their early 40s. They both had a leather satchel slung over their shoulders with a large wooden suitcase between them.

The woman on my left side had black eyes and black hair, with so streaks of white, styled in a ponytail, reaching her mid-waist.

She sported a toothy smile, full of mischievousness, but her eyes gazed at lovingly.

She was my father's mother, Mary Reeves, my grandma.

The woman on my right side had red eyes and red hair, with so streaks of white, styled in a braided bun.

Her face was emotionless, so I couldn't even tell what the fuck, she was thinking.

She was my mother's mother, Celina, my maternal grandma. Yeah, she didn't have a surna because she didn't use one.

Before I could gaze more at their voluptuous figure, Grandma Mary opened her arms and hugged tightly, pushing my face into her big titties.

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