Just as Chris reached his grandmother's door and placed his hand on it, the door opened slightly. The glimpse inside made him freeze, wondering if he had seen it wrong. He saw his beautiful grandma fingering herself. Chris was petrified—he didn't know what to do. A part of him wanted to turn around and leave, but another part wanted to stay. At his age, hormones, horniness, and lust ruled his body and brain. He knew the women in his family were all top-tier beauties, but he had never had any bad thoughts about them until now. Like any normal teenager, Chris watched porn, was interested in sex, and had a childhood sweetheart he was planning to ask out—maybe even lose his virginity this year. But this scene left him speechless.
Through the gap, he watched his hot grandma fingering herself. Even at her age, she was still a beauty—a true MILF. Chris didn't know how to respond, but his cock did. It instantly became erect and throbbed painfully against his underwear. His hand went down to adjust it, and the next moment, without realizing it, he was masturbating while watching her—staring at her towering breasts, brown nipples, shaved pussy, and huge ass. They were more alluring than any pornstar he had ever seen.
Suddenly, a moan of satisfaction escaped him involuntarily. His grandma seemed to hear it. Panicked, he pulled up his pants and ran back to his room, chest heaving. He couldn't forget the sight of his grandma.
Although he had cum, his lust didn't fade—his cock got hard again almost immediately. Along with his looks, Chris was also well-endowed. So after watching more porn and masturbating again, he fell asleep, worried about the cum he had left near the door, hoping his grandma wouldn't notice and that it would dry by morning.
Early the next morning, Chris went downstairs for breakfast. The family had a strict rule: if family members were present in the house, everyone had to attend breakfast at 8:00 AM sharp. It had been a tradition since his grandfather's time—he said it was important family time, a chance to meet, greet, and talk every morning.
Chris arrived first, took his seat, and greeted the maid Alice, who wore a normal dress with an apron. She was a 50-year-old maid who had worked for the family since his grandfather's time. She was like a family member to the Smiths, and she and Grandma Emma were good friends. She lived in the house. Her husband had died young in an unfortunate accident, and she had no children. She was beautiful—a chubby MILF with big breasts, thick thighs, and a big ass, not fat but pleasantly in-between chubby and fit.
"Good morning, Grandma Alice."
She smiled while plating food on the dining table.
"Good morning, Chris." Then, seeing Mia enter, she added, "Good morning, Mia."
Aunt Mia replied, "Good morning, Aunt Alice."
Chris greeted Aunt Mia too. Aunt Mia looked like a younger version of Grandma Emma—big breasts, big ass, perfect hourglass figure. She was currently divorced, had two children, and taught history at Meteor High School.
Her older daughter Luna (22) had the same looks and figure as her mother; she was a rebellious problem child who had married a gangster who worked at a bar and lived with him.
Her younger daughter Hanna (18) lived in the Smith villa and studied in the same class as Chris. Unlike her mother, Hanna hadn't inherited the dramatic curves—she had small breasts and a peach-like ass that anyone would want to bite. She dressed and acted like a tomboy, was bad at studies, but had been accepted into Meteor High School through the sports quota.
Hanna entered behind her mother Mia and sat in her usual place.
Next came Chris's big sister Sophia, 22, who worked as a trainee lawyer at the same firm where Chris and Sophia's mother Rose was a senior lawyer. Sophia was an absolute beauty with perfectly proportioned breasts and ass, a killer face, and elegant assets—unlike Grandma and Aunt Mia, whose figures were a little more exaggerated.
Sophia had looked a little depressed for the past month, but whenever the family asked, she always said it was work-related, nothing major. The family suspected it was trouble with her boyfriend.
"Good morning, Sophia," Chris said.
"Good morning, Chris, and everyone," she replied as she sat down.
Then came Chris's mother Rose, who looked like an enhanced version of Sophia—if Sophia was a 9, her mother was a 10. Standing side by side, people might mistake Rose for Sophia's older sister.
Rose was a senior lawyer at her firm and the head of the family since her husband had passed away. She was always unsmiling and serious. Even at her age and with two children, she still turned every man's head when she walked by.
Finally, Grandma Emma entered—the principal of Meteor High School, the elite school in the city.
As everyone sat down, Chris glanced at Grandma Emma, and the image of her naked body pleasuring herself flashed through his mind. He quickly lowered his eyes, but his cock hardened instantly.
Grandma Emma noticed him looking down.
"What's wrong? Why so shy? Did you do something wrong or are you hiding something from me?"
Her question drew everyone's attention to Chris. Flustered, he replied, "Nothing… just waiting for school to start."
Grandma Emma looked at him and said, "Oh… I know."
That response made Chris's heartbeat quicken, but thankfully, his mother Rose changed the subject..
"So, Hanna and Chris, you've both turned 18 and are starting your final year of school. Be prepared. I hope you pass with good grades and get into excellent universities to pursue your dreams."
Hanna replied confidently, "Don't worry, Aunt Rose, I'm fully confident."
Chris added, "Have confidence, Mom—I'll make you proud."
Rose looked pleased with their answers, but when her gaze fell on her daughter, her mood darkened. Not wanting to prolong the moment, she said sternly, "Sophia."
Sophia looked up at her mother and saw the disappointment in her eyes. Her mother had always been a strong woman, and seeing her daughter timid and depressed for a month clearly bothered her.
"If you can't handle the work, leave and pursue something else. If you don't like the firm, find another one. And if it's a personal issue with your boyfriend, solve it quickly—either break up or fix it. I don't want your depressed mood to spoil everyone's morning every day."
Sophia replied quietly, "Okay,"
but deep down she knew the issue was far more complicated than that.