Chapter 66 - 1

blinked -- the first time I had since gazing upon her tits. "They're beautiful, Nana. You're beautiful!"

That made her chuckle. "Good answer."

Nana let go of her boobs so they could dangle from her chest, and lurched forward as their weight pulled her down. She gently rocked side to side, setting them to swaying in a hypnotic ritual to which I had no resistance.

Her hands flattened against her tummy and ran up her stomach until they disappeared under her boobs. She lifted her tits so they filled her hands again, that time making sure to go as slowly as she could so I could take note of the way gravity weighed them down.

She raised each of the massive milkers into the air as high as she could, eclipsing her face from view, before letting them drop and crash together as a tidal wave of creamy, supple breast meat.

A soft whimper escaped my lips. "I could watch you do that all day."

Nana arched an eyebrow. "You think so, huh? I bet that big dick between your legs would beg to differ."

"I-- er, yeah," I stammered.

"Want me to make him feel good again?"

"Fuck, yes."

She licked her lower lip, then chewed on it softly. "Ask nice."

"Please?"

She put her hands on her hips, then shook her head with a mischievous smile. "Nicer, sugar."

"Please, Nana. Please! I want to cum so bad!"

Nana knelt down on the floor again and scooted close between my legs. I sat up so I wouldn't lose sight of her boobs over the edge of the bed. Taking note of my eagerness, she lifted her breasts and pushed them together, encouraging me to keep staring.

She motioned with her chin towards the bottle of lube on the bed. "Help your grandmother out, honey." She kept her boobs firmly pushed together so I would have a perfect canvas on which to apply the liquid paint.

I snatched up the bottle and popped the cap. My hands were trembling as I squeezed it, drizzling lube between Nana's obscenely large tits.

Long, glistening trails of the slippery substance trickled down her chest. A dozen rolling raindrops cascaded down her skin, following the curvature of her breasts, which led them down the deep fissure between them. There, the oily streams melted into a cohesive, shimmering pool.

Droplets of lube trickled down until they flowed over her fingers, dousing her tits with so much of the clear liquid that she struggled to keep her grip.

"More, honey." She continued to seduce me with her sugary sweet smile while I emptied the bottle onto her bosom. "I want them to be slippery for you."

"Can I, uh..." I reached my hand towards her.

"You want to touch them?" Nana cooed softly.

"Fuck yes, I do," I answered with the last ounce of air in my lungs.

She tucked her arms behind her back and stuck out her chest, awaiting my touch. Light shimmered in the lingering trails of lube that decorated her breasts. "They're all yours, Bunny."

I pushed them together as though I was using them to massage each other, enamoured by how effortlessly they glided over each other in the presence of such copious lube. The long, spindly trails mixed together and melted into her skin as I smoothed them out, leaving a polished sheen of glassy skin in my wake.

I weighed her hefty breasts in my hands, lifting them one at a time to get a true sense of just how heavy they were. They wobbled in my hands, and though my hands were much bigger than Nana's, the enormous puddles of flesh still threatened to spill out of my palms if not handled with care.

I grazed my thumb over one of her nipples; she tensed up. I knew I had found a weak spot, and I immediately wanted to exploit it, so I flicked my thumb over her firm pink nub again. She tensed in the same way.

"H-hey," she whimpered, blood rushing to her cheeks. "This is supposed to be your night, young man."

"Do you want me to stop?"

She thought for a moment before shaking her head. I wondered if it felt different for her to be on the receiving end of incestuous pleasure. "No, just... I'm a bit sensitive."

"So, if I do this..." I rolled both of her nipples between my fingers again, eliciting a soft moan. "... you're not gonna make me stop?"

Nana sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes while I continued to toy with her breasts. "No, no. You can keep going."

I could not get enough of the way Nana's pillowy breasts flopped around in my hands, caving to every tender squeeze and pinch as I casually kneaded them. I could have spent a week playing with her, but she had other ideas.

She narrowed her eyes on my ceaselessly throbbing erection. "What are we gonna do about that, hmm?"

I was so enthralled by her breasts that I had completely forgotten that I had yet to cum. An idea struck me, but before I could open my mouth again Nana made it clear that she knew what I was going to suggest.

She squished her tits together again and enchanted me with a heartfelt smile. With a look of schoolgirl innocence that was as phony as it was alluring, Nana treated me to come some very intentional boob jiggling.

To make matters worse - at least from the perspective of a dick that was suddenly screaming for attention again -- she was not finished seducing me. "Do you think that big, hard cock will fit between these fat, slippery titties, honey?"

I loved hearing her talk like that; it was a shot of adrenaline. A woman who had been nothing but gracious and loving to me for my entire life was on her knees, beckoning me to wedge my cock between her breasts.

She shimmied closer to me until she was close enough to rest her boobs on my thighs. Their bulk bore down on me like a weighted blanket, trapping my legs between them and the mattress. After only a few moments, their furious heat had me sweating.

Nana put a hand on either side of her tits and squished them together, entombing my cock in their sweltering confines. Her slippery udders rolled around me on all sides, completely suffocating the rigid member in a greasy cocoon.

We were perfectly matched; Nana's tits were the right size to hug the length of my cock without making it completely disappear between her cleavage. Only the soft, spongy helmet poked out from between them.

Nana struggled to hold on to the slippery piles of blubber; her hands slid over the surface until she found a spot on each side where she could firmly hold them in place.

She pushed her hands together over and over again like she was trying to make her breasts clap, but with my cock between all she could manage was a muffled thud. Still, her slickened skin slapped together each time it closed around me, snuffing out any hope of fresh air reaching my dick while she still had a hold of it.

I groaned in ecstasy, and Nana took that heartfelt encouragement seriously. Keen to see what other noises she could get out of me, she switched up her approach.

She kept her hands secured to the sides of her breasts, squeezing them as tight as she could while she lifted them. The head of my cock was snug against her sternum, while the bottom of my shaft finally had a moment to breathe.

That opportunity was snatched away just as quickly as it had been offered up when she dropped her tits back onto my lap and engulfed my cock yet again.

Slap, slap, slap.

"Ooooh, fuck, Nana!" I grunted, taking a fistful of the sheets.

"Yeah? Is that... good... Bunny?" Nana pushed out another word or two each time her breasts slapped against my thighs. She was alight with pride at the noises she was getting out of her grandson, and curious to see how far her tits could take me.

"Fuck yes," I groaned through the stars that populated my vision, "it's fucking good." I was completely at Nana's mercy, but I didn't mind getting a bit hazy if I had her there to take care of me.

"I've... never... done this... before," she mewed happily, watching with great interest each time the pulsing pink head would momentarily pop out from between her tits, only to sink into the abyss again when she flung them back into my lap. "Just... tell Nana... when you're... close."

"Wh-what happens when I get close?" I whined, well aware that there wasn't much time left for her to answer.

Truthfully, I had been close for a while. I was doing everything in my power to stop myself from blowing my load early.

"I told you, remember?" Nana stopped jostling her tits for long enough to dribble a fat glob of wet, bubbly saliva directly onto the head.

She rubbed her breasts across the crown as the foamy spit slid over me, inching its way down the sides of my cock. "Good grandmothers swallow. Don't they, honey?"

To accentuate her point, Nana let her jaw hang open. She was a lapdog with a fat, pink tongue hanging lazily out of her mouth. I nearly came right then and there at the sight of her wet, gaping maw opened wide in anticipation.

She spoke without closing her mouth. "Aw ou weay?" She battered her breasts against me faster than before. It amazed me how deeply turned on it made me to watch her talk with her tongue hanging out.

As if the vocals weren't enough accompaniment, the display was made all the more tasteless by the symphony of her slick skin slapping against my thighs every time she would drop her udders onto me. Nana was doing a truly impressive rendition of a pornstar in her prime, and I was one to know.

"N-Nana, holy shit, holy fucking shit I'm gonna cum." My knuckles were bright white as I clutched the comforter, the only thing keeping me from flying into space.

Her breathing quickened as my groans grew louder, drowning her out until the clapping of her tits was background noise that barely registered over the tea kettle screaming in my skull.

"UUuuuhhhhhh fuck!" My balls pulled tight to my body and my cock throbbed menacingly within the den of Nana's colossal breasts.

She quickly released them and grabbed my cock with both hands. One formed a circle around my balls, intent on coaxing out every last drop, while the other worked like a corkscrew over the throbbing length, spiraling from base to crown in one smooth, practiced motion.

Nana's tongue still hung from her mouth like a slippery, red carpet. She stared up at me with an expectant gaze, eyes alight with fire, like getting me to cum was the only thing in the world that mattered to her.

The first rope of cum erupted from the tip splattered against Nana's lips. It did not break, leaving one long, thick vine of glue that stretched all the way from her mouth up to her eye.

Nana squealed with her eye glued shut. "Oh my god, Jamie!" The cream pasted around her lips was thicker than quicksand. When she tried to speak, her words formed bubbles that rose through the dense goo and popped when they reached the surface.

Once her initial shock ended, she dutifully gobbled the fat, bulbous head into her mouth with an insatiable hunger. Her lips secured themselves to the ridge under the crown to keep my cock from falling out while her tongue fluttered against the slit, waiting greedily for another burst of cum.

The slimy, pink snake coiled around the head right as another burst erupted from the tip, sending an ounce of dense syrup right against the back of her throat.

She gagged a little when it trickled down her esophagus, but did not break our bond despite the involuntarily convulsion. Her eye fluttered as she fought the impulse to pull away and clear her throat, but she did not falter.

She flattened my cock against the roof of her mouth just in time for another volley of boiling butter to paint her gullet. She winced, tightly closing her eyes as she tried not to choke.

Every one of my nerves was on fire, yearning for her to pour more gasoline onto me and truly set me ablaze. From head to toe, I was nothing but tingles. I wondered if Nana had secretly snuck me a hit of cocaine. I mumbled something, but I was so lost in the throes of the greatest orgasm of my life that I do not recall if it was English.

With a bubbling vat of cum marinating in her mouth, and my cock throbbing against her tongue, Nana's cheeks were substantially bloated. She looked like a chipmunk, ready to swallow every last nut she'd retrieved from their winter hiding spots.

Her fingers tenderly massaged my balls from below, tickling the bridge that stretched to my backdoor. She pressed on it to entice the final few dribbles out of me. Her nails dragged across the sensitive skin and ignited goosebumps up my spine.

I looked at her with nothing short of adoration, genuinely enthralled by the beauty nestled between my legs with a mouthful of cum resting against her cheeks. She sucked quietly on the slowly softening head, unwilling to let go unless she absolutely had to.

Nana took her time dragging her succulent lips off of me, allowing me to watch with eager anticipation as the head, still throbbing, slowly came into view. With a lurid POP, she released the suction. I wasn't ready for the sudden release, and if I had been standing I surely would have been thrown onto my ass.

My heartbeat was pulsating though my cock, which glistened in the light with the remnants of Nana's saliva and fresh cum coating the bulbous knob. She kept her hands secured around the root, holding it in place as she cast her lustful gaze up and down the length, eyes widening with each powerful flex.

"Did you..." I hesitated to ask.

Nana cocked her head to the side before a second. When she figured out when I meant, she had to put a hand in front of her mouth to stop the cum from leaking out when she giggled at my naivete.

"Mm-mm." She shook her head, grunting with her mouth closed. She pointed to her bloated cheeks to indicate that she had not yet swallowed a single drop.

Nana tilted her head back so her nose was pointed to the ceiling and opened her mouth to give me a view into the ocean of murky white cream. Her tongue cut through the surface like a shark fin, cruising through the viscous swamp, but that only led to a heavy layer of it sticking to her taste buds.

Using a finger, Nana collected the lone rope of cum that had landed on her face and scooped it into her open mouth. To clear the glob of cum from her eyes, she squinted tightly in an effort to eject it, but only succeeded in smearing her mascara so one of her eyes was a sticky mess of black and white.

She opened her eye for a moment only to find several strands pearlescent spider web still clinging to her lashes. She gave up trying to regain her vision, and instead continued to shovel the rest of my heaping load into her mouth.

Once she finally pushed the last glob of butter into her cavernous maw, she closed her mouth and gave her head a little shake to feel the thick pool of cum slosh around in her cheeks.

I got the impression that she was trying to come to terms with how much I had just emptied into her, and how much she was going to have to swallow to keep her promise.

Nana steadied both hands on my thighs and dug her fingers in, bracing for impact. Her nails nearly pierced my skin, but I was so enveloped by the ludicrous display of devotion that I did not care if she drew blood.

She winced a little as she ushered the mass of cum to the back of her throat. Her left eye shuddered violently as she fought her gag reflex to gulp down a sizable portion. Just when I thought she might spit out the rest of the load to spare her stomach, she held up a finger to let me know she wasn't finished yet.

She shook her head again, steadying her nerves right before a hearty, audible GULP drove the last of my children straight into my grandmother's gurgling gut. Her mouth hung open - her tongue, too - as she panted like a prey animal that had narrowly survived a chase. Her mouth was as empty as her stomach was full.

Nana licked her lips with a wink. "All done," she sang sweetly.

My head was adrift at sea. "Nana, that..."

"Was it okay, Bunny?" she asked earnestly, with notes of unease across her face. It's not that she was nervous; she was such a people pleaser that even my outrageous groans and incredible orgasm had not convinced her of what a gifted cocksucker she was.

"Better than just okay," I sighed in relief as my muscles unwound. "That was fucking incredible!"

Nana tucked her floppy breasts back into her bra and juggled them about until they fell into place. She was still half naked, and though I had spent the better part of the last thirty minutes staring at her boobs, I was disappointed to see them clothed again.

I was already obsessed beyond comprehension; I wanted more of her as soon as I could get it.

Nana grinned sheepishly. "I'm glad you liked it. I kind of enjoyed it, too. Is that weird?"

I laid down on the bed and pressed my palms into my eyes to subdue the tiny voice in my head that told me I was dreaming. "Not at all, Nana."

She crawled next to me on the mattress and rested her head on my chest, where it rose and fell with every breath I took. Her hand stroked my cheek reassuringly, waiting for my racing pulse to return to normal. I felt like I had just run a marathon in a full sprint, yet every atom in my body was screaming for more.

Nana kissed my shoulder, letting her lips linger for a few seconds. "Aren't you happy you trusted me?"

"I don't think I've ever been happier in my entire life." I was confident that was true, and I wanted Nana to know how special it was to have had my first sexual experience with her. Another small voice in the recesses of my brain insisted that I should feel awkward, but they were drowned out by the chanting stadium urging me to kiss her.

I placed a finger under Nana's chin and lifted it towards me. Our eyes met, but it was a brand new woman gazing back at me.

"Hey, handsome," she whispered softly.

We closed our eyes in unison to shut out as much of the world's influence as we could, content to immerse ourselves in the fallout of our wanton abandon. Nothing, and nobody, needed to ever enter our small, secluded world ever again. All we needed was each other.

We kissed for a long time, playing the role of two horny teenagers who couldn't keep their paws off of each other. I never wanted to stop touching her. Our makeout session lasted until my jaw went numb like I had been chewing gum for a week straight.

Nana wore a devil's grin when I eventually ended our drawn-out smooching. "Had enough yet, Bunny?"

"Not even close." I kissed her again, though by that point I could hardly tell her lips from mine. "I just know that if we keep this up I'm gonna get hard all over again."

Nana slithered a hand between my legs and cupped my balls. "Would that be such a bad thing?"

I crossed my fingers. "Only if you're going to fix it for me." I knew I was pushing my luck, but it was worth it.

"Somebody's an eager beaver!" Nana sat up and brushed a cord of tousled hair out of her eye. "I haven't given a handjob like that in a long, long time. You lasted so darn long that I'm gonna have to ice my wrist just to recover!"

We laughed, though there was likely some truth to her claim. "I'll try not to take too long next time," I promised.

Nana cocked her head. "Next time, huh?"

I blushed deep red. "Uh, well-- you know..."

She swatted my chest and laughed at my stunned disbelief. "You should see your face! Did you think I was serious?"

"I don't know!" I crossed my fingers again as I dared to be greedy. "Does that mean that this is, like, regular thing?"

Nana thought to herself for a moment. "Well, it can be -- but with a few conditions." I nodded silently and waited for her to lay out the ground rules, but I would have been willing to submit to anything to be with her again.

She explained that, to my dismay, it would not be a nightly occurrence. That did not surprise me. As much as she claimed to have enjoyed it - that part did surprise me - she insisted that she needed to keep a modicum of authority over me.

understood that. She did not want me to think of her as simply a means to get off, but we were both too intrigued by our developing relationship to pretend that that night would be the last time. I promised to follow her rules, one of which was that I could complete one hundred percent of my school work.

"You can't make any excuses," Nana stated with a firm confidence. "If your work isn't finished on time, then that's that I don't want you wallowing around this house week after week simply waiting to have sex with me."

My ears perked up, and she caught on immediately. Nana chewed her bottom lip pensively. "Right, that. I've been thinking about that, honey."

My heart leapt into my chest. "About having sex... with me?"

Nana thought out her position in real time. "No, not necessarily. I mean - and this is strictly confidential, James - the idea doesn't disturb me as much as it probably should, but I don't see why we should avoid something that makes us feel good. Do you?"

I was able to think of several reasons -- first and foremost that my dad would be heartbroken to know I was thinking about sleeping with his mother -- but that was hardly the end of it. No matter how many factors I considered, no combination of them outweighed my carnal desire to be with her.

"Do you think you'll get your assignment done early this week?" Nana asked. She was practically begging me to do so.

"If it means we get to do this again, I'm going to finish it tomorrow!" Hell, I could have finished it that night if I'd had the energy. Nana was an incredibly powerful motivator. "You have magic hands, Nana. Not to mention these!" I reached for her breasts, but she slapped my hand away and got up off the bed.

"Tsk, tsk," she scolded. "No touching until I say so."

I saluted her. "Yes Ma'am!" It was corny, but it made her laugh. "So, if I do finish tomorrow..."

"I think you wore me down tonight, sugar. My wrists feel like glass!" Nana strode towards the door, making a show of rocking her chubby bottom side to side as she did. "But a good grandmother keeps her word, and I made you a promise that I intend to keep."

"It's okay, Nana. I really don't want you to hurt yourself from jerking me off." I sighed in defeat. As desperate as I was, I still cared deeply about her and would never put my urges above her health.

"Well, honey..." She paused in the doorway, mulling over whether or not to utter her next sentence before ultimately deciding it was worth it. "... I guess next time I'll have to use something other than my hands."

My stomach sank to the floor. My liquefied legs surely would not have kept me standing, so I was glad to be sitting down.

Nana and her skimpy red outfit disappeared from view, leaving me to sit in the dull auburn glow of the table lamp to mull over her revelation.

Images of her played on repeat in my brain, and I felt myself succumbing to the dire urges that had once plagued me to the point of incompetence. All I wanted was to have her in any way I could, but she'd made it clear that that meant I had to buckle down and give just as much thought and care to my schoolwork as I did to her.

For Nana, I would do that. spent all night battling the urge to masturbate. I awoke to a profound grogginess that I knew would plague me for the rest of the day. In a perfect world, I would have beat my meat to images of my cock nestled between Nana's tits until the sun rose.

I had never felt relief like the kind Nana had given me, yet within minutes of her leaving my room I'd been suffering withdrawals. I needed more of her, and I needed it as soon as possible.

I dragged myself into the kitchen with the gusto of a slug and slumped down into one of the hard, wooden chairs around the table. Lack of sleep had turned me into a dishevelled mess, but one look at Nana lit a fire in my belly that was stronger than one hundred cups of coffee.

She was stationed at her command center, the stove. Between her intoxicating cherry blossom perfume and the aroma of melted butter sizzling in the pan, my senses were already halfway to waking up.

The afternoon sun poured through the small window over the sink like a spotlight and sent rays of gold directly onto the swell of Nana's glorious bottom. They illuminated a small pair of grey booty shorts that were tucked neatly between her pudding-thick cheeks.

Rather than the fiery red heels from the night before, she was wearing a pair of white tube socks that stretched up past her knees. From the waist down, Nana looked like a woman half her age!

It was impossible not to stare in the presence of such a beautiful creature, who was made ever more enchanting by the rotund shadow she cast on the tile floor. It was as though the sun itself was saying, "I might be bright, but that thing is the real star."

I could not have agreed more.

She did not look up from the stove. "Late night, Bunny?"

I stretched my arms towards the ceiling until my back popped. "I don't suppose you know anything about that, do you?"

She snickered to herself. "I might, I might. Are you saying Nana was too rough on you?"

The accusation could not have been further from the truth. "Actually, I was hoping you'd be around tonight to hang out."

Nana upgraded her snicker to a full-blown chortle. "To 'hang out,' hmm? Oh, my. That's very PG-13 of you! And to think, they say kids don't respect the elderly anymore."

To my dismay, and genuine surprise, she informed me that she had evening plans that did not involve touching my dick.

"But Nana!" I whined in a manner very unbecoming of someone my age. "Can't you blow it off? I bail on stuff with friends all the time!"

Nana shook her head. "Last time I missed a game was over a year ago, and they still haven't let me hear the end of it! Nobody holds a grudge like these women, but I love them to death."

"Why can't they find someone else to play cards? Are you that good?"

"They're just very particular. Everyone is at my age! You get tired of the bullshit and just wanna enjoy life on your own terms." Nana cast a thoughtful gaze in my direction. "Sometimes there's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself, even if other people might not understand it."

We said nothing for a few minutes, and were merely content to be in each other's company. I thoroughly enjoyed how peaceful I felt around her. I delighted in hearing her happily singing to herself while she bounced around the kitchen like a manic pixie, and even the sound of her adorable toes tapping on the tiles while she scurried about.

Nana put the finishing touches on lunch while I chugged through what would be the first of several cups of coffee. I finished it, and went to pour another while she shovelled grilled cheese sandwiches onto our plates, accented by a cup of tomato soup.

We chatted in circles about the assignments I had to do, avoiding the obvious implication of what would happen when the work was done. Nana lamented over the errands she had to run while I tried my hardest to listen without staring at her boobs. I failed miserably, and while she did not seem to mind, she definitely noticed.

"Something on your mind, Bunny?" Nana cooed with a very intentional wobble of her heavy breasts - breasts that were, once again, unconstrained by a bra. "If they're a distraction, I can put them away?"

"I love distractions!" I blurted out with a mouth half full of grilled cheese.

She feigned disbelief very convincingly. "Is that so? Well, I was going to ask if there was anything you'd like me to wear today, but based on your incessant staring, I'd say that you probably like what I'm already wearing now."

"You look amazing in everything, Nana. Seriously."

She knew there was more coming. "But?"

I hesitated. "But... you know. If you were to - oh, I don't know - slip into your birthday suit? I wouldn't have any objections."

Nana put a hand in front of her mouth to stop half-chewed grilled cheese from flying out of her mouth when she laughed. "Bunny! I meant, like, a pair of heels or a lower cut top! I can't just get naked! People could look right in from the street and see!"

She was partially correct. She knew that closing the blinds would remedy that issue in a heartbeat, so I figured she was resisting only as a way to prolong her entertainment.

"I guess you really liked what you saw last night, huh? I can't get naked, but..." She twiddled her thumbs in circles. "... I can do something else, if you'd like?"

I confirmed that I would very, very much like, and Nana hurried off to her bedroom without another word. She had mentioned that the events of the night before would not happen every day, so I was truly surprised to find her offering herself up so soon afterwards. It seemed we were both struggling to ignore the intoxicating lust we'd found ourselves embroiled in.

I started cleaning up from lunch, expecting to be interrupted, but Nana had still not returned when I'd finished loading the plates into the dishwasher. I resisted the urge to seek her out. I didn't want to spoil her fun; she seemed to very much like making me suffer by making me wait.

I grabbed my laptop with the intention of blasting through that week's essay as soon as possible. Within a few minutes, I was deeply embedded in the third paragraph to the point that I did not hear Nana come back into the kitchen.

Her delicate voice broke the silence like a pin dropping. "Hard at work?"

I hated tearing myself away from a thought mid-sentence, so I typed as fast as I could without taking my eyes off of the screen.

Nana was not willing to wait for my attention. From the corner of my eye, I saw her raise a leg and place it on the chair beside. Then, she repeated the question. "I said; are you hard at work, Bunny?"

I turned my head to answer her, but the words caught in my throat the moment I laid eyes on her new outfit. "Sorry, Nana. I'm ju-- oh, wow."

With her leg hiked up on the neighbouring chair, the first thing I noticed was her toes. Her long, tight-fitting tube socks were long gone, replaced by the natural beauty of her impeccably toned legs. They were as smooth as silk, begging for a hand to traverse them.

My eyes followed the path my hand wished to travel and noticed, with only a slight delay, that her boy shorts were missing as well. My brain caught up to the tingles in my spine just in time to realize that it was not a pair of fuzzy underwear staring back at me.

From the waist down, Nana was naked. I would have noticed right away if she had entered the room completely nude. Seeing her t-shirt in my peripheral vision had led my otherwise-engaged brain to jump to a conclusion about her overall state of dress. I wondered if she'd known that that would happen.

Had I not already borne witness to her lily-white jungle of fur in the bath, I would have been taken aback by its staggering purity. The downy layer of snow blanketing her pussy mound was calling for me to leave my handprints in it.

Nana's mound was so pudgy that I knew it would jiggle just like her ass if it were to receive even the lightest slap. The plump muffin curved outward like a crescent, revealing a thin line of vibrant pink flesh between her puffy curtains. Only the faintest hint of her labia was able to peek out from behind the meaty swell of her vulva, but it was more than enough to make me drool.

Nana placed an open hand in an "L" shape on either side of her pussy, flanking the mane of soft, woven wool. The glorious slit was situated between the frame her hands made -- an artistic masterpiece put on display.

She smiled warmly at me. "Is it everything you imagined, Bunny?"

I was unable to conjure words, but my stare said enough. Nana inched her fingers closer to her center, closing the gap between her hands until her nudity was hidden.

I blinked hard when her pussy disappeared from view, wetting my eyes for the first time in ages. When I opened them again, Nana was gingerly spreading her succulent petals.

Her fingers drifted through her slit too smoothly to hide her enjoyment; she was excited to show her body off to eager eyes, and I was happy to be her audience.

Nana pulled her lips apart. Then, as slowly as her nerves would let her, she began to rub her clit. Her fingers circled the small button. Each touch made her body shiver a little bit, but her concentration never broke.

She mewed softly. Her digits sank deep between the folds and came back out glistening with her juices. Her aroma made my head spin like I was huffing gasoline, and it was even more addictive.

Just when I thought I might muster the courage to speak, Nana stifled that urge by timidly placing two of her syrup-laced fingers on my lips. Without a second of hesitation, I sucked her slippery digits into my mouth and let her nectar melt on my tongue.

"Your grandfather never did stuff like this," she said in awe, wiggling her fingers.

"His loss," I murmured with her fingers still in my mouth.

She raked her nails across my scalp. "You like the way Nana tastes, sugar?"

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. "It's better than sugar."

She took a handful of my hair and tilted my head back so I was looking at her. "Prove it," she ordered, releasing my hair so I might feel as though I had an ounce of control over the situation.

I'd been ready to dive in before she'd said a word, but it felt so much more fulfilling to do so at her behest.

Nana got up onto the chair next to me, dwarfing me in her shadow. The position came with the benefit of a direct view to the underside of her bulging pussy.

She reached a hand out to me, and I held on so she would have something to balance herself as she climbed up from the chair to the table. The furniture was sturdy and unyielding. Not a single groan or creak emanated from it as she laid on her back.

Nana turned her head to the side and raised an eyebrow at me. "What are you waiting for, sweetheart? Don't you want dessert?"

My salivary glands were working overtime. "You're the dessert?"

"Of course," she purred. "Now, be a good boy and come eat Nana's cookie."

She kept her legs closed together, raising them into the air until her pointed toes aimed at the ceiling. With the technique of a synchronized swimmer, she parted her slender legs as slowly as she could.

Her wet, plushy curtains peeled apart, prompting me to take my first totally unobstructed look at my grandmother's naked pussy. I was in awe of the spectacle. I didn't take a single breath the whole time she opened herself to me. I could only watch in silent wonder as the scene before me played out like a beautiful dream.

Her folds parted and exposed her sensitive nub like a glistening pearl. The small button was throbbing with excitement, begging to be touched, but thanks to her prominent lessons in patience, I knew better than to rush.

Nana pulled her knees up to her chest and grabbed hold of her shins. Her eyes locked on mine so she could watch the glee spread across my face. She clenched her pussy over and over again like she was winking at me, which also served to show off how tightly she could constrict the tiny tunnel.

Nana sported an enormous grin. "She's saying hi to you."

Her toes wiggled back and forth with noticeable impatience. We were daring each other to make the first move. Despite my desperation to taste her, I maintained composure.

She knew I was eager, but I still tried to hide it. Against all odds, I managed to play it cool for a whole ten seconds longer than I'd thought I'd be able to, but after that, I was hopeless to resist the temptation drawing me between Nana's legs.

I waltzed calmly to the end of the table and grabbed onto her pudgy thighs. With no warning, I hauled her body to the very edge. She gasped in surprise, but took to the position as soon as she felt my cheek graze her inner thigh.

Her skin was smoother than glass. I kissed the supple flesh and sucked on it just lightly enough so that I wouldn't leave a mark. My tongue flattened against the portion of thigh meat that I had sucked into my mouth, basting her skin with long, patient licks.

Nana's spellbinding warmth beckoning me towards her heated center. I followed its call, obediently diving between my grandmother's open legs until she closed both of them around my ears. I wrapped my arms around her toned thighs to keep her in place, and rested my hands on her tummy.

When Nana's fingers combed through my hair, I knew she was giving me the signal to dig in.

I followed her orders and gently encircled her clit with my lips. It had been probably been throbbing since she'd taken her pants off, well aware that it would be tended to within minutes of her doing so. I applied tender suction around the pink pebble to lock it in place. I slid my tongue out so it touched the bottom of my chin, then flattened it against the mouth of her pussy.

Nana was already soaked through, and my tongue absorbed her syrup like a sponge. I dragged the brush through her honey-coated lips until it touched her clit.

She groaned from deep in her belly. It was a sound that got louder as I crushed the pulsating bead under my tongue, exploring it to find the perfect spot that would make her toes curl.

I dug my tongue under her clit and pushed it into my top lip so I could roll it back and forth by applying pressure with my teeth. I wandered over to one of her velvet curtains and slurped it into my mouth. She melted like butter on my tongue.

When I sucked on the meaty wing, she started to pull against me. We were playing tug-o-war with her lips, gingerly tugging back and forth without either of us wanting to claim the victory. That went on for a minute or so until I let her win, being the gentleman that I am. I broke the vacuum seal and took a much needed breath of air.

"Oh, fuck, I forgot how fucking amazing this feels," Nana cried to the ceiling, eyes closed tighter than Fort Knox. "Keep going, honey. Eat Nana's cunt."

I was invigorated by her words. They were visceral, and most certainly not grandmotherly. Nana clawed at the back of my scalp like she wanted to swallow me whole, but the rest of her body seemed content to only engulf my tongue. I slithered into her drooling pussy once more, bathing my tongue in sultry syrup whose warmth had me sweating.

Her thighs tightened like a vice around my skull. As if that didn't send the message, she made sure to coil her legs around my head to keep me there. I was drowning in a jungle of juices and, with Nana's legs locked around the back of my head, I was going to stay that way.

I circled the outer ring, toying with the idea of sliding inside as I teetered on the edge of the pit.

Nana groaned in frustration and bucked her hips to force me to give her what she wanted. Her pussy was seizing restlessly, trying to entice me inside. After a few minutes, I politely obliged.

I pushed my way through the soggy trench tongue-first, driving through the swamp of slippery juices that collected like condensation on my nose and cheeks.

I sunk my tongue into her until I could not go any further, and she squeezed around it to express her gratitude. Her rhythmic convulsions were a steady heartbeat, lulling me into a hypnotic trance. It was strangely meditative. I lost track of how many minutes I spent with my tongue wiggling around the sweltering depths of her plush, pink pocket.

I fought against my body as it cried frantically for oxygen, to say nothing of the muscles in my jaw going numb. I didn't want to waste a second taking a breath if it meant interrupting Nana's carousel of pleasure, but fate had other plans.

Three sharp, menacing knocks against the door brought both of us back to reality. Within the realm of our daydream, we'd forgotten that it was still early enough in the day that visitors felt comfortable coming by.

Nana clamped her legs around my skull so hard that it almost knocked me out. "Who the hell is that?"

By the time I regained my composure, she had already run off to her bedroom, likely in search of pants. She had said something else before she'd disappeared out of the room, but I hadn't quite caught it.

"I said answer it, Jamie!" She rushed back into the kitchen with one leg in a pair of shorts, jumping like a fool to try and get the other one on before she answered the door. Her face was completely flushed, and her breathing was too rapid to be explained by an intense knitting session. "You didn't hear me?"

"Er, I guess not? Sorry, Nana. Let me get it! You're still..."

Nana raised an eyebrow at me and let go of her pants to take a very authoritative position with her arms folded over each other. She hadn't put underwear on, and without the second leg to help keep her pants in place, they fell lamely onto the floor.

She commanded an answer, which is hard to do when one is bottomless with beads of honey still glistening in their pussy hair. "Go ahead. I'm still what?"

I should have been intimidated, but I could not bring myself to feel anything other than intense lust for the woman standing half-naked in front of me. Her pussy was so wet that I could see the juices in her thick, matted fur from where I was standing. The visual of her trying to look menacing was undeniably sexy, and I cursed at the stranger for tearing me away from her.

"Still... still, uh..." I gawked like an idiot, but the words would not come to me.

Nana widened her eyes and made a "hurry up" motion with her hands. She noticed me staring between her legs and looked down to meet my gaze, throwing her hand in the air when she realized why I was locked in stasis.

"Right, silly me," she sighed with a proud smile.

Even in her frustration, she was unable to hide her glee at being gazed at with such fervent desire. "You can't focus on anything but Nana's pussy. Is that right, sugar?"

I nodded. "You're the one waving her in my face!"

Nana dragged her middle finger through her pussy. Her lush lips swallowed the digit, completely eclipsing it behind a veil of swollen meat.

When she pulled it out, it was covered with nectar. She stepped towards me and put the finger on my lips like she was shushing me. I humbly accepted the syrupy finger into my mouth.

"Fine. You stay here and think about how good Nana tastes." She winked at me and kissed my cheek. "I'll go see who this intruder is, and why they found it fitting to stop you just as I was about to cum."

My eyes ballooned. "You were? Really?"

Nana chuckled and pointed to her pants, still crumpled around her feet on the floor. "Can you pull them up, please?"

I knelt down and opened the leg hole so Nana could step into it. I pulled the fabric over her thighs and curvaceous ass, regretfully hiding her most alluring pieces from view. Her ass bounced around as she took off to greet the surprise visitor, and I watched it dance the whole way.

Nana slammed the door with a disgruntled wail. "Not only do they ignore the sign," she complained as she strolled back into the kitchen, "but they show up right as I'm about to cum to ask me if I've heard the Good Word? Seriously?"

tried to join her in her outrage, but a smile crept across my face that immediately caught her attention. She asked what I was laughing at with her hands on her hips.

I shrugged. "I mean, it's kind of funny, isn't it? We literally had God himself stop you from cumming. Maybe it's a sign."

Nana rolled her eyes and waved me away. "You are not going to pick today to get all religious on me."

"But they're the messengers, or something, right?" I knew I was playing with fire, but I dared to get burned. "So, in a roundabout way, you could technically say that I made you 'see God,' right?"

Nana wanted to laugh, but not as badly as she wanted to be angry. Her face was caught in the stasis of a perplexed half-grin that refused to commit, but could not be ignored. She wagged a finger at me, biting her lip to smother the smile. "That was not funny."

"I'm happy to make up for it." I gestured towards the kitchen table to make clear my offer.

"I think I've distracted you enough for this afternoon. Besides, if we keep going, I'm gonna break my promise and end up fucking you before the sun goes down!"

My heart lurched into my stomach. "Like, tonight?"

"Oh, honey. I didn't mean to get you excited. Listen, I like doing this as much as you do, but this is a reward, so I can't just start rewarding you before you've done the work."

"I guess that's fair," I said, utterly failing to hide my disappointment.

"But..." Nana stepped towards me and hooked her arms around my neck. "... you did finish your essay today, right?"

A long pause told her that I had not. "I'm really close!"

"Then you'll have to stay really close to having your dick sucked until it's done." She batted her eyes like a certain oversexualized adult cartoon in a red dress. "I'll ask you again when I get home after cards tonight, so you have some time."

Heat rushed to my cheeks. "What if I can't finish?"

Nana broke our embrace and slowly, with great intention paid to swaying her butt, walked out of the kitchen. Before she vanished from view, she paused with her back to me.

She bent at the waist, sure that I was watching, and looped her thumb into the waistband of her shorts. She peeled them off, slowly revealing the hundreds of tiny goosebumps dotting every square inch of her plump bottom. She wagged her tail so the fat cheeks collided with each other a few times.

Just when I thought she was done, she straightened her back and stretched her arms to the ceiling. With one hand, she grabbed one of her t-shirt sleeves and yanked it over her head. Even though she was facing away from me, I could see the swell of her massive breasts come crashing down. Gravity took hold, and her body lurched forward from their tremendous weight, but she played it off.

Nana cupped her boobs in her arms and, with plenty of dough spilling over the sides of her chest, craned her neck to peer at me over her shoulder. "I really, really hope you finish on time."

I stood up and took a step towards her. "And what if you keep distracting me?"

"What are you gonna do about it, Bunny?" She scampered around the corner, and I took that as an invitation to follow.

Nana heard my chair creak as soon as I got up, and was quick to dispense a warning. "You had better be studying in there!"

It was too late; I was already lumbering down the hall after her like a starving sex-zombie. I peeked into Nana's room to see her fiddling through her underwear drawer. I'd never been much for stealth, so she heard me coming from a mile away.

"What do you think you're doing here, young man?" She put her hands on her hips. Once again, nudity undermined her attempt at authority. "Don't you have work to do?"

I stumbled towards her mindlessly. "Boooooobs." My hands were outstretched and reaching for her chest, which she promptly covered.

She backed up, scolding me the whole time. "Oh, no you don't! Bunny, you have work to do!"

"Booooobs!" I proclaimed again, louder that time. I would have listened to her, but I could tell how badly she was trying to stop herself from smiling. "Want boobies, need boobies."

Nana rolled her eyes with a delighted smile. She could not stay mad at me. She put her hands back on her hips, exposing her breasts to me once more. There is something wildly sexy about dominant, naked woman, and she was flipping all my switches.

"There, you've seen them," she said. "Are you going to be a good boy now?"

I shook my head and stepped towards her, but she raised a finger along with her eyebrow as she said, "I will give you five minutes on the bed, but you're not putting anything inside me. Got it?"

I nodded with enthusiasm, ready to relish the next five minutes of my life. Nana took me by the hand and walked us over to the bed where she lay herself down. Her legs parted like the gates to heaven as she tugged on my hand.

"Come get on top of me, honey," she said encouragingly. I obeyed, placing myself between the spread legs of my naked grandmother.

I held myself up so my weight wouldn't crush her. Her hands naturally fell onto my biceps. I felt like a god from the way her eyes widened as she tenderly squeezed my arms.

"You definitely got your grandfather's genes," she insisted. "Your arms feel just like his."

"Is that a good thing?"

"It's good, but it's not the best thing you inherited from him." Nana nudged my balls with her knee. "I see a lot of him in you."

"And I see a lot of me in you in the future, Nana." I bent down to kiss her; she met me halfway, her tongue eagerly nipping at my lips.

"If you play your cards right, this won't be the last time you get me in this position." Nana clasped her hands on either side of my face to hold me in place for a long, drawn out kiss.

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Well..." Nana touched her nose to mine and teased me with a kiss that never came. Her legs wrapped around my waist to pull me into her, grinding my crotch against her bare pussy. I have never wished to be naked more than I did at that very moment. Softly, she whispered, "When you finally do get to put that fat cock in Nana's tight, wet little cunt, this is exactly how you're going to do it."

"Fuck, Nana. I love when you talk like that."

The success of her lurid dirty talk put a satisfied grin on her face. "I know, Bunny. That's why I do it."

I begged Nana, with no sense of decency, to jerk me off again before she left. She politely declined, but I knew she was relishing the hold she had over me. "You don't get any treats until you finish. If I find out that you're jerking off without me, there's gonna be hell to pay!"

"This isn't a treat?" I asked obliviously, gesturing to my body pinning hers to the mattress.

"Nuh-uh," Nana insisted. "This is just light flirting -- totally harmless."

The growing bulge in my pants stood as disagreement - or was trying its best to -- but the last thing I wanted to do was to squander our flourishing relationship by acting selfishly. If Nana said 'no,' it was 'no.'

We made out for a few more minutes, but Nana held fast to the time limit she'd imposed. I think we both could've stayed in that bed the whole night, but life had other plans - and apparently it was willing to threaten Nana with a roving gang of 'particular' older women to ensure they were followed.

We hadn't exactly chosen a good hiding spot. Granted that "underneath her own grandson" may very well have qualified as the last place those ladies would've thought to look, but her own bedroom, not so much.

I let Nana get dressed without bothering her further and returned to my essay with renewed interest in completing it. I finished it in record time, but when I finally did, Nana had already left for her card game.

I twiddled my thumbs aimlessly for a couple hours and convinced myself that I wasn't watching the clock with each passing minute. I watched TV, but didn't care about anything that was on it. I was utterly and shamelessly obsessed with Nana, and felt lost without having her home.

I thought about that word: 'home.' It was not just her house that I was living in. It felt like a real home more than mine ever had, and that was all thanks to the incredible woman I got to wake up to every morning. I was the luckiest man in the world. I had never been in love before, so I didn't know exactly what I was feeling for Nana, but it felt very much like what movies had always described to me.

I wanted to be around her every chance I got -- not just because of what she had done, but because of who she was. She was strong, and independent, and had a zest for life that was unique for someone who had already experienced so much.

Nana made me feel confident, safe, and supported, like I could do anything in the world with her at my side. No matter what it took, I was going to make sure it stayed that way as long as I could.

When Nana's key finally turned in the door, I jumped off the sofa to greet her. I was so thrilled that I actually had to stop myself from yelling "Nana's home!" and jumping into her arms. She was a strong woman, but the impact alone would have taken her off her feet!

Nana called from the hallway. "Miss me, Bunny?" Her voice made my stomach do a dozen happy somersaults.

She kicked off her shoes and strode through the kitchen to the den, where I was waiting. Her small, bare feet stuck to the floor with every step. For a guy who doesn't usually go in for feet, the sound was oddly comforting to me. I had memorized the sound, and thus felt immediate happiness the moment I heard it.

My heart swooned the second her adorable eyes peeked around the corner and locked with mine. It may sound boastful, but I swear she lit up with the same fiery passion that I did.

"There's my man," Nana cooed with a charming grin. "Whatcha watching?"

I acknowledged the existence of the television for the first time in over an hour. "I think it's Friends? I haven't really been paying attention."

"Yeah, I've seen this one." Nana sat on the arm of the sofa and put an arm around me. "Aren't they going to some black tie event at Ross's museum?"

"Oh, yeah." In truth I had no idea. I tried to shift the conversation before she noticed how clueless I was. "So, how were the gals?"

Nana shook her head. "I should have known better than to show up with - in their words - an 'effervescent glow' about me."

Maybe a smarter man would have gotten the hint right away. "You were glowing?"

Nana chuckled and slid down to wedge herself between me and the sofa arm. "I think you might have something to do with it, Bunny."

There wasn't much room between us, so Nana swung her legs over mine and lazily rested her head on my shoulder. She was so small that, when she curled up in my lap, the top of her head sat just below my nose. I was tantalized by the aroma of her hand-picked mango shampoo. My senses were alight, and they were all focused on her.

Nana tilted my head towards her and brushed the softness of her palm against the stubble on my cheek. Her gaze shifted between my pupils like she could see the tornado of thoughts swirling behind them.

When she found what she was looking for -- whatever it was -- she pulled me close to her with a tender hand and sealed our lips together. We stayed connected for a moment before Nana broke the tether. A small strand of saliva linked her lips to mine, so she brushed it away with the back of her hand.

She giggled. "Oopsie, a little sloppier than I intended."

I linked my around her stomach so she could not pull away. "You know I love sloppy, Nana." I pressed my lips against her neck like I was going to kiss her, but blew a raspberry that made her whole body tense up.

"Ah! Bunny!" Nana squealed through the laughter, unable to squirm out of my unbreakable hold. She playfully swatted at my head like she was beating off a wild animal. "That tickles! Mercy, mercy!"

"Tell me you missed me!" I blew another raspberry against her skin and got her to produce a laugh so ugly that I couldn't help but find it adorable. Nana's legs were kicking wildly, but I held on.

"Stop, stop it!" she chortled relentlessly. "I missed you! So much, so much! Jamie, I'm gonna pee!"

That was a line I did not wish to cross, so I regretfully gave her the peace she sought. Still, I kept her tight in my arms. Simply feeling her body against mine invigorated my soul.

Nana was flushed from her laughing fit, but even beet-red she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. It was strange that those moments were as surreal as her incredible handjob, or tasting her nectar on my tongue, or seeing her gigantic breasts fighting against gravity with every step she took.

The way it was so casual to snuggle up with Nana on the couch was profound to me. All she had given me was a little kiss, but I knew it had meant so much more than that. That small peck had carried with it the implication that the taboo, and the guilt that came with it, was slowly dissolving.

I would have done anything to spend another minute with her -- even subjecting myself to the monotony of Friends for another gruelling half-hour. "Want me to make some popcorn? I think there's another episode on after this."

"I guess somebody forgot about the promise I made before I left," Nana teased. "Did you get your essay done?"

"I did," I told her, "but I don't want you thinking I'm just some sex-crazed maniac that doesn't care about anything else. I want to hang out with you!"

"Isn't that the whole reason you're here?" Nana asked. "Not to be rude, Bunny, but the whole point was to stop you from obsessing over girls because you're a sex crazed maniac. Isn't that right?"

She was right, in part. However, my fellow students were not the women that posed the greatest risk to my studies. I already knew that I would struggle to meet girls in university, no matter how much freedom it granted me, and Mom knew the same when she sent me to live with Nana.

I imagined that Mom assumed living with a woman who was thrice my age, as well as being inundated with schoolwork, would be a combination that kept me from succumbing to my addiction. That revealed how little she knew about my struggle, and how quickly she had shipped me off to feel like she had solved the problem.

I sighed like the air in my lungs was going stale. "I don't really feel that way about you, Nana. I think you are... well, you know."

She stroked my hair, curiosity plastered across her face. "Tell me."

"I think you're gorgeous, honestly. I think you're so fucking beautiful, Nana. You're charming, you've got a great sense of humor, you work hard, and you care about the people you love. To me, that's the perfect woman."

She closed her eyes and placed a kiss on my neck. "Keep going."

"Uh, well, you're sharp as a tack. You challenge me to better myself like nobody ever has. You cook like a top chef. You never take no for an answer. You make me see the best in people, especially myself."

I had never consciously thought those things about her, but in the moment I found all I had to do was speak my mind for the truth about my feelings to come pouring out. In that moment, I realized that whatever I had been searching for on the deepest pages of PornHub was impossible to find on the internet. It was not nudity and sex that I was obsessed with, it was a bond.

She giggled happily, savouring her hold over me. "Mmhmm, what else?" She pressed her tongue against my neck and traced a path towards my earlobe.

Her voice tickled my brain. From her position next to my ear, every sound she made was amplified tenfold. I was an evergreen, and every whisper from Nana shook loose thousands of needles that tickled my spine on the way down.

"Fuck, Nana that feels so good."

"Tell Nana what else you like, sugar." Romance be damned, it was finally dawning on me that Nana was not looking for compliments on just her personality.

"Well, for starters..." I kept one arm wrapped around her while the other cupped one of her breasts from below. "... these are most amazing tits I've seen in my entire life. I could spent a month with my face between them and I'd still want more!"

I kneaded the soft dough and noted that it was the first time Nana had actually worn a bra around me.

She cooed softly with her eyes closed as I massaged her. "More."

"Your pussy tastes like the sweetest, most delectable honey in the world; I've been thinking about it all day."

Nana pulled back just enough to look me in the eye. "Really? You liked doing that?"

"Of course!" I insisted. "Why wouldn't I?"

Nana shrugged. "Your grandfather only did it once, on our wedding night. I thought he hated it, so I never asked him to do it again, and he never offered."

I slid a hand between her closed legs to try and pry them apart. As soon as she opened them, I dove between her thighs and curved my fingers around the swell of her pussy.

The warmth was remarkable. I did not understand how she could walk around all day with such a powerful furnace raging between her legs. If this is how warm she is on the outside, I wondered, how hot and cozy must she be on the inside?

I was desperate to find out, and was willing to offer my services any time she wished. "Well, I'm free right now."

"Now probably isn't the best time, Bunny. I'm exhausted from a night with the girls, and I still have to take a shower. But..." She bit her lower lip. "... there might be room for one more person if you're interested."

If Nana had not been sitting in my lap I would have leapt through the ceiling.

I kissed her one last time as she climbed off me, stripping off her shirt as she did. She walked out of the living room, already unclasping her bra with one hand. I took off after her, but was careful not to step on any of the fabric landmines she left behind.

By the time I got to Nana's bedroom, she was wearing nothing but a pair of sheer white panties. Her breasts were hanging out for the world to see, but the only one lucky enough to lay eyes on them was me. Her hair was still tied up in a bun, which left nothing in the way of the awe-inspiring sight.

Her nipples stood at attention, though even their alluring pointed peaks were not enough to divert my gaze away from the sight of her heavy, sagging udders. Nana heaved her breasts into her hands and lifted them like she was serving them to me on a silver platter.

"Do you wanna see how they look when they're wet?" she offered graciously.

"More than anything in the world," I admitted with no exaggeration.

Nana turned around and rested her hands on the wall. She stuck her butt out and wagged it back and forth. "Then help me take these off."

I knelt down and wrapped a hand around Nana's ankle. I slid it up her leg as slowly as my impulses would allow me. When I reached the hem of her underwear, I hooked my finger under the thin bridge of fabric that covered her pussy. The heat from her center tickled my finger before her juices did, but the presence of both was unmistakable.

I tried not to let myself be sidetracked, no matter how badly I wanted to feel her tight tunnel constrict my digits until they snapped. I had a mission, and that mission involved a very wet, very naked grandmother.

I dropped her panties to the floor. She stepped out of them then spread her legs twice as far apart as before and pushed her behind out a little further.

I gawked in wonder. "Whoa." I did not mean to say anything; it just came out.

"I thought you might wanna take a closer look." Nana rocked her hips back and forth so fast that her heavy, oversized behind couldn't keep up.

My hands embedded themselves in the softness of Nana's plump rump. My fingers sunk into her flesh like quicksand and quickly disappeared under a generous covering of doughy ass meat. I spread her cheeks open, and almost bit my tongue off at the sight.

Nana's pussy was a swamp of warm, slippery honey. Vines of syrup strung from one side of her gaping pussy to the other, breaking one by one as I stretched her cheeks further apart. The thick, sultry heat rolling off of her was enough to form a line of sweat across my brow.

Her glistening pink center was a whirlpool that would surely drag me into its depths. I was in a trance, staring into the densely packed tunnel of pussy meat before me.

Well aware of how obsessed I was, Nana made sure to perform for me. She clenched her pussy to constrict its rosy walls like a vice, teasing me with a visual display of just how tight she could make herself.

I recognized the technique from earlier that day. She had previously used it to entice me to dive into her pussy tongue-first, and it seemed that she knew it would be equally effective a second time.

"Bet you want to know what that feels like, huh, Bunny?"

I swallowed the drool building up in my mouth. "You have no idea, Nana."

"Well, go ahead then." Nana rested her face against the wall for balance so that she could reach back and take over cheek-spreading duty for me. "You can put your fingers in me, if you want to spoil the surprise."

"The w-what?" I asked like an idiot.

Nana jostled her cheeks. "Do you really want your fingers to be the first thing you put inside me?"

Horniness clouded my brain. "Does that mean I can fuck you?"

Nana spun on her heels and greeted me with a look of surprise. "You can what me?"

"W-when we... I mean, when you let me--"

"Let you fuck me?" Nana interrupted with a sharply arched eyebrow.

She pushed on my chest to make a gap between us, but stepped towards me and closed it immediately. "Listen here, buster." She punctuated every other word with a light shove on my chest.

"You do not get to fuck your grandmother, got it?" She did shoved me backwards again, and again, until she had walked me all the way out of her bedroom.

I still didn't understand what I'd said that had been so wrong. "Sorry, Nana. I just meant--"

"Once you finish your homework, you are going to have sex with her." She raised her eyebrows yet again. "You fuck whores. Am I just a whore to you?"

I shook my head violently. "No! Absolutely not!" I must have had the look of a dejected hound on my face, because Nana dropped the charade as quickly as she'd blitzed me with it.

"I'm just messing with you." She put her hands on my chest again. That time, she let them linger there while she stepped close to me so that our tummies were touching.

Her breasts ballooned to the sides when they flattened against my chest, with her nipples stabbing into me like small, pink daggers. "When the time comes, maybe that's exactly what I'll want."

"You'll want what?" I half knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.

Nana kissed my cheek and stepped around me to get into the bathroom. "To be your whore, Bunny."

The overhead lights in the bathroom cast shadows down Nana's chest. Her porcelain skin was as brilliant as ever, even without the sun bouncing off of her.

I knew that it was impolite to stare, but it was impossible to control my stare. I could not resist gazing at the untamed forest of white whiskers nestled between her cushy thighs. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I imagined the soft coils brushing against my cheek.

Nana craned her neck to look over her mountainous breasts. She put her hands between them like she was going to pray, but spread them apart so they flopped to either side of her chest. She held them both at bay so she could see what I was staring at.

"Oh, that." She sighed and put a hand over her bush to hide it from me. "I'm sorry, Bunny. I know a lot of girls your age shave, but I always thought this looked good on me. Do you want me to get rid of it?"

I stepped in close and looped my arms around the small of her back. "I think it looks really, really good on you."

Nana smiled with the warmth of a thousand suns. "It's been a while since a man told me that."

I smiled back. "I might have to tell you every day, if that's what it takes to convince you of how gorgeous you are."

She cocked her head. "Doesn't that imply you're going to see my pussy every day?"

"If I had my way, you'd never wear pants again." I touched my forehead against hers and let her be the one to initiate our kiss.

The water was running in the background, and thankfully so; a mounting utility bill was the only thing that stopped us from hastily sucking face until the hot water ran out.

"After you, Nana." I took her hand as she stepped into the tub, but could not help myself from swatting her jiggling ass cheek on the way. The sound echoed around the small bathroom loudly enough to drown out the rushing water. I must have smacked her pretty hard, given the dull pink handprint I'd left behind.

She spun on her heels and pointed an accusatory finger at me, but did not scold me with her words. It was just the menacing look in her eye that convinced me to meekly apologize.

"Sorry, Nana."

Fully convinced that her authority had been dispensed, Nana turned her back to me. As soon as her butt faced me, she reached down and slapped the other cheek for good measure. "You're lucky this thing is so fat. Otherwise that might've hurt!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Lucky me."

I wanted to be in there with her as soon as possible. By the time I was naked, Nana already had a bottle of soap in her hand. Luckily for me, she waited for my attention to be back on her before applying it.

Nana held the bottle upside down, hovering above her breasts. With a slow, steady squeeze, she poured the viscous liquid over them like she was glazing a cake. The outpouring of creamy, white frosting drooled over her tits. She was facing away from the showerhead, so the soap was able to cling to her skin without being washed away.

"Hurry up," she whined as she stuck her chest towards me. "I need hands."

I almost crashed through the wall from how quickly I jumped in, with my erection leading the way. I stood under the water so Nana would not get her hair wet, and to keep the water off her for as long as possible. Her chest was smothered, and I didn't want that to change until I got my hands on her.

With a torrent of warm water beating against my back, I closed the curtain and created a world where only Nana and I existed. As soon as I had her to myself, her breasts were in my hands. The piles of heaving flesh weighed my arms down to the point of exhaustion, but I welcomed the burn.

The soap made it difficult to hold onto her, but that challenge was part of the fun. Just when I thought I had a handle on her enormous breasts, they would slip and slide out of my grip.

Long streaks of white lather were smeared across her chest, with tiny bubbles around the edges that popped the second my hands pushed through them.

Her perky nipples jutted into my palms like rubber bullets. I brushed a thumb over them, and Nana's body stiffened. I knew the tiny gems were sensitive, since she seized up in response to even the lightest pinch.

Nana had secured her arms around my neck for balance; her eyes were trained on her breasts, the same as mine were. I was a kid in a candy store, and she was pleased to watch me paw her tits with fascination.

With both of them in my hands, I took pleasure in clapping them together and sending flecks of lather-shrapnel into the air. It was a completely depraved sound that seduced me on its own; every salacious slap of her soapy udders filled me to the brim with uncontrollable lust. I lifted and dropped her bulky tits to get a sense of the burden she carried every day, though she was more fond of the former.

"H-hey, Bunny," she croaked with a wince. "You gotta be a little more careful with the girls, okay?"

I reflexively removed my hands. "Sorry, I got carried away."

Nana turned away from me and put her behind in reverse until it was flush with my crotch. "I've fed enough babies with these big things to know that they can handle it, but still."

I reached around her body and cupped her breasts, using my grip to hold her body against mine. "I'm a lot stronger than a baby."

"Yes you are, Bunny," Nana purred.

The swell of her ass nestled firmly against me and sandwiched my cock between her pudgy cheeks. She took to grinding, and did so with a wanton abandon that I did not expect.

The fever between her legs was palpable, so I knew I was dangerously close to entering her pussy without even having to see it. Every time she dipped her hips, I prayed that she would go too far and accidentally push me inside of her.

Sadly, Nana was far too skilled to let something like that happen. Her soft mounds expertly milked the length of rebar embedded against her asshole, doing her best impression of a hands-free handjob.

"Grab my boobs and hold me close, Bunny," she urged me excitedly. "I want to try something."

I happily obeyed, knowing that she had something wickedly sinful in store. I reached around her body and let her breasts overflow from my palms.

I kissed the back of her neck and asked, "Now what?"

"Noooow..." Nana stretched out both the word and the pause. "... you're going to practice. But you have to play nice."

I did not know what she meant, but I was given no time to speculate.

She crouched down a little to make a gap in her thighs that she reached into, searching for my burgeoning erection. Her tiny fingers coiled around the girthy pole and dragged it down through the pool of bubbles that collected between her cheeks, like she was wetting a brush. With my cock pointed at her entrance, I wondered if the moment I'd dreamed of was upon me.

Then, I was reminded of her rule. "Play nice" did not imply that I was going to get exactly what I wanted, but what I did get was more than any other guy would have dreamt of.

Nana guided my cock between her soapy thighs. It glided through the tender flesh with ease. She closed her legs firmly, trapping me in place so I could feel her warmth like a cocoon on all sides. My cock - entombed in the confines of my grandmother's thigh meat - was already threatening to cum.

I hadn't even begun to move, but the knowledge that it was Nana's patch of silken white fur tickling my crown was enough to make me lose control on its own. That, coupled with the wet, muggy heat enveloping me like a winter coat, had my cock aching for release. I stifled the urge as best I could, but that was the easy part.

Confident that I was in position, Nana released my cock and squirmed in place to vigorously massage all of it at once. She straightened her back to use my body for support, resting her full weight on me. My hands on her breasts, and my cock trapped between her legs, made for a unique harness to keep us tethered to each other.

She patted my leg reassuringly a couple times. "Go ahead, sugar. Nana's ready."

"I-- uh, I feel like I'm gonna cum already," I confessed lamely.

I was disappointed in myself. I wanted to be the stud that could spend an hour with my cock at full mast, only finishing when I had finally had enough. Perhaps I was primed to explode from an evening spent fantasizing about moments such as that, but no amount of imagination could have prepared me for reality.

Nana reached up and stroked my temple with a calm disposition. "Hey, hey. It's okay, Bunny." She tilted her head back to the side so our cheeks were pressed together and quietly talked me off the ledge. "Don't rush; go slow. Practice, remember? I'm not going anywhere."

"I swear if I move an inch I'm gonna paint the wall." I laughed, but even that small exertion pushed me closer to orgasm.

"Listen to me, Bunny," she instructed with a soothing rub on my thigh. "You have to clench your ass as tightly as you can, like you're trying to stop yourself from going pee."

I was speechless. "Uh, what?"

Nana giggled. "I know it's silly. Just trust me, okay? Take yourself right to the edge. Then push in deep - then stop - and squeeze until it calms down."

At that point I trusted Nana more than myself, so I let her words pilot me. With all the patience I could muster, I slowly withdrew my cock from her thigh pocket. As soon as her skin brushed across the throbbing helmet, the finish line came racing towards me at a million miles an hour. I instinctively plunged my cock between Nana's succulent thighs and did what she told me: squeeze.

I clenched my ass muscles to hold back the avalanche and froze in place. I shuddered against Nana's back; finally, I was the one using her for support. My legs trembled violently in protest as I denied my body the one thing it wanted, but for Nana's sake I wanted to prove I could be my own master. The last thing I wanted was to pop too early when we finally did have sex!

I did my best to carry out her instructions, but it was easier said than done. Each time my thighs would meet her ass, it became harder and harder to stop myself from cumming. I would pull back again, fighting the incredible urge to explode between her legs as I did, only to feel that same profound pleasure when I pushed through the curtain of cushy meat surrounding me.

It felt like hours passed, but it was likely only a few minutes. If you think a watched pot never boils, try counting the seconds you're able to keep a lid on one that's already threatening to boil over.

"Good boy, good boy," Nana sang like a dove. "Just like that. I can feel all of those little flexes, Bunny. Just keep throbbing; you're doing so good for me."

The encouragement was supposed to be calming, but every mention of me being a good boy was stoking the fire underneath that percolating pot. My heart soared, and my balls followed suit, but at least I could clench my balls to stop them from exploding. My heart, on the other hand, was uncontrollable.

"Nana you have to stop talking like that," I begged, close to the point of devolving into a blubbering mess.

"Like what, Bunny?" She already knew the answer. No matter how encouraging her words had been on the surface, it was clear to me that her true motive was to toy with me.

"Y-you know what you're doing," I stuttered. I had long since abandoned the idea that I had the upper hand. I was at her mercy, and she was feeling vengeful.

Nana ignored my pleas and, with the speed of a snail, began sliding off of my cock. "Is this helping?"

I could not speak, but I sure as hell groaned.

"That's what I thought," she said proudly. "Is it okay if Nana makes you cum now?"

"Please! Oh God, please let me cum." I was one second away from getting on my knees to beg, but she had what she wanted.

"Okay, honey," she cooed sweetly. "Just tell me when you're close."

With no hesitation, Nana pulled away from me. She dipped her hips at angle while she did so that my cock got dragged through the slurry of soap and honey bubbling around her pussy like magma.

I came close to popping out of her hold, but Nana knew her limits. Before I could slip from her grasp, she thrust her ass back into me and clapped her cheeks against my stomach. I groaned again, that time with no intention of holding back.

Nana braced her arms against the opposite wall to give herself more leverage, which she used with frightening success. Even when I was jerking off, if I ever felt that close I could usually convince my body to calm down a little bit. I did not have that control then; Nana made sure of it.

Her cheeks clapped indecently every time she plunged her ass onto me, making an obscene symphony of applause that completely drowned out the sound of rushing water raining down on us.

"Fuck -- oh fuck, Nana," I cried out, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Good boy! Let Nana milk that fat fucking cock! I bet you wish you were balls deep in my warm, cozy little cunt right now, don't you, honey?" It seemed that she had taken my comment about her dirty talk to heart. She had to raise her voice to be heard over the water and her ass clapping. "Do you want that, honey? You wanna dump all your babies in Nana's tight, juicy pussy?"

I had never heard a woman -- much less that woman -- talk so provocatively. I loved it, and I knew that was why she was doing it, and that made me love it even more.

"Now!" I hollered madly. "Holy fuck now!"

Nana slammed her ass into my tummy one last time and quickly dropped a hand between her legs. She formed a cup in front of my cock, preparing to catch every rope of cum as they came flying out.

I curled my body around hers, shivering as my orgasm ripped through me. It was powerful enough that, without having Nana there to balance me, I would have fallen over when my vision faded into a dim tunnel.

One by one, spurts of thick, sizzling-hot cum splattered over her fingers. A warm puddle of it formed in her palm, growing bigger with every deposit.

Nana clenched her legs together and gingerly rocked in place to coax the final few drops out of me, squeezing her way up towards the head to force the remaining dribbles of white syrup into her waiting hand.

I steadied myself on the wall behind me. Legs like mud refused to support me. It was Nana's encouragement alone that kept me on my feet.

"Good boy, Bunny!" she cheered with glee. "Keep going! Shoot all those babies out!"

My dick had not even begun to soften when she finally turned around. Cum was dribbling through her fingers, but it was so gloopy that most of it stayed in her palm, where it jiggled like a pool of Jell-O with even the slightest jostle. It was nothing new to me -- I'd seen my own cum before -- but there was so much that I wondered if a large glob of soap had fallen into her hand besides.

"Holy fuck," I exclaimed between deep breaths. "I've never made that much!"

Nana closed and opened her palm a few times, marvelling at the fistful of sticky glue drooling down her wrist. "What do you think we should do with all this cum?"

I was still trying to catch my breath, but her words from earlier echoed in my head. "I dunno, Nana. Aren't you a good grandmother?"

Nana beamed like she had just won the lottery. "I'm the best, sweetheart."

The beautiful matriarch made sure I was watching as she lifted her hand to her mouth. She didn't stop there, however; she raised it over her head and angled her head back with her mouth wide open, like a predator about to swallow a meal whole.

With a slight tilt of her palm, the syrup began to slowly spill down her wrist until it reached her lips. It trickled out of her hand and poured directly into her gaping maw, drizzling her taste buds with salty molasses.

I gawked in amazement as Nana jostled her hand, shaking loose the last few drops of cum into her mouth. She found the trail of cum that had begun to trickle down her forearm, which had managed to make it all the way to her elbow, and pressed her tongue into it.

The slimy nectar gathered upon it as she traced the trail of slime like she was following a map. She kept her tongue flat against her skin until she reached her destination-- the remnants of cum still clinging to her fingers and palm.

Nana made an intentionally sexual display of slurping up the rest of my cum like a vacuum, complete with all the lewd, cum-bubbling sounds one would imagine would accompany it. One by one, she dipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked the glistening goo off without swallowing a drop.

Once her mouth was full, Nana gave me a sultry wink and methodically stirred the mouthful with her tongue. She tucked her chin to her chest and, with a visible grimace, forced the sizable load to the back of her throat. Her eyes closed tightly as the mass of cum plugged her airway.