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Harley stretched her arms above her head and spread her legs a bit more as the group of boys walked past on the beach. She pretended not to see them but watched surreptitiously as they walked past, grinning to herself at the way they tried to ogle her without being seen. Not bad for a woman with two grandkids, even if they had traveled through time.

"You’re such a slut, Nana,” Delia said.

“Yeah, come on, let's go," Deidre sighed, sitting up.

"It's still early," Harley complained.

"I don't want to get sunburned."

"That's what the lotion is for," Harley grumbled. “Why d’ya think I’m so white all the time.”

"I want to see a movie later," Deidre kicked Harley gently as she stood up, gathering her things.

Harley sighed and sat up, grabbing at her things, too. It had been a pleasant morning.

Harley felt her hair with her hands and groaned inwardly. "Is my hair awful?" she asked Deidre, who turned to look.

"Not bad. Kind of messy."

"It's all full of salt," Deidre complained.

"So's mine."

"Yours isn't as long and thick as mine."

"Poor baby," Deidre said, unfeelingly.

Harley stuck her tongue out at her. "It'll wash out in the shower." They stood under the open showers, letting the fresh water caress their skin and wash away the salt from their hair, bodies, and suits. Deidre finished first, and headed to the changing room. Harley soon followed and Delia hurried after.

They all crowded into one small room and began to strip off their clothes. Harley glanced casually at Delia, observing the whiteness of her small breasts against the tan on the rest of her body.

"Hey!" Deidre said, staring at her. "Where do you go to get an all-over tan, Nana? It’s not like mandatory nude beaches are a thing yet."

She and Delia looked at Harley's naked body, which sported no tan lines whatsoever.

Harley shrugged, lording what their mama would give them over her grandkids. "My roof."

"You can tan nude on your roof? I didn't know that," Deidre said.

“Ya just need to take a gun with you. If anyone sneaks a peek at you, ya shoot ‘em. You’d be surprised how much privacy that gets ya. It’s kinda a downer, really.”

“I’d risk getting shot to see you naked, Nana," Delia said, sliding her bottoms off.

"Thanks, sweetie. That means a lot,” Harley said.

Deidre wanted to get in on the act before Delia could get too far into Harley’s good graces. "You look great," she said, admiringly.

"Yeah! I wish I had tits like that," Delia sighed.

"Me, too," Deidre agreed.

"You'd fall over, Delia," Harley snorted.

"How much do they weigh, anyway?" Delia inquired.

"I don't know," Harley tsked. "You think I put them on a scale or something?" She was searching in her bag for her brush.

"I'd say about, oh... five pounds each," Deidre guessed. She straightened her index finger and pushed it against Harley's malleable flesh. It sank deep into her right breast.

"Do you mind?" Harley demanded, slapping her hand away. She trembled slightly at the surge of sexual arousal that ignited in her belly. These kids’ other grandma must’ve been Ivy… they touched just like her.

Deidre sat back naked against a bench and pulled a cigarette from her bag, then lit it and began puffing. She looked jealously at Harley's breasts and then down at her own smaller handfuls.

"If I had tits like that, every boy in school would be chasing me," she grumped.

"Just try stealing their stuff," Harley said over her shoulders as she brushed at her hair. “If they really want it, they’ll do anything to get it back. That’s what’s so great about guys who are really materialistic. It’s those spiritual guys you gotta watch out for—“

Delia sat next to Deidre and the two shared the cigarette.

"No one’s ever gonna fuck my tits," she sniffed.

Harley turned around to face them, frowning. "You two wouldn't be happy for long if you had tits this big," she said. "You ought to try carrying them around with you all day, especially in summer when I have to wear a thick bra."

"It'd still be worth it," Deidre sighed. "It's all anybody looks at."

Harley sniffed. She cupped her right breast and then squeezed her fingers down, letting the pliant flesh ooze out between them, almost enfolding her fingers as they sank in. She hid her arousal at the feeling.

"Can I... feel it?" Delia asked suddenly.

The other two looked at her strangely.

"It's just..." she looked down at her own slight breasts and shrugged. "I just kind of wondered what all that... feels like."

"Go on, Nana, let her feel 'em," Deidre laughed. There was a husky undertone to her words though, and her eyes were staring at Harley's full breasts.

"If you want," Harley shrugged, letting go of her teat and acting casual. “God, I spoil you girls…”

Delia stood up and moved in front of her, her eyes looking nervously at the big round breasts in front of her.

"They won't bite, Delia," Deidre taunted. Again, there was a strange throatiness to her voice. She stood up, moving forward and leaning against the wall on Harley's left.

Delia reached a hand out tentatively, her hand drawing back instantly when her fingers made contact with Harley's right breast. Then she pushed her hand forward, laying it against the breast, feeling Harley's chest rise and fall beneath it. She slowly and gently squeezed her fingers around the pert mounds. Her eyes were wide as she observed her fingers pushing inward, digging deep indentations in the soft flesh.

Deidre, acting blasé, stretched her hand out and cupped Harley's left breast, squeezing her fingers inward.

Harley felt her breast swelling under her grandchildren's hands. She leaned backwards against the counter, pushing her breasts up and out.

The air in the little room was close and hot, all three of them were sweating and tense. There was an air of tension, of something about to happen, something new and extraordinary, something none of them knew how to hasten or avoid.

Deidre moved closer, and then suddenly, she sighed and her mouth came down on Harley's breast. She pushed her face into the inviting contour, rubbing her mouth against the warm skin. Her mouth opened and closed around Harley's hard, fat nipple, sucking it in.

Delia stared at her aghast, then looked back to Harley's other breast, and her hand squeezing it.

Harley groaned and brought her left hand around Deidre, her hand caressing the back of her granddaughter's head. She closed her eyes and leaned backward as gentle waves of blissful warmth enveloped her.

Delia began to draw back, but something held her hand against Harley's breast. Somehow, she simply couldn't let go of it, couldn't pull herself away from the unfolding scene before her. Then Harley's right hand came out and squeezed her own breast and the little redhead pushed forward and buried her face against the other breast.

“Your generation is all a buncha sluts,” Harley said happily.