She tilted her head back up and looked into my eyes, blissfully basking in the aura of my captivated stare for a moment. Once her ego was satiated, her growling gut begged to be fulfilled in a similar way.
Nana's cheeks tucked and her lips puckered, ushering my cum into place so she could gulp down every last drop in one fell swoop. The loud, lewd sound of my children plummeting into her stomach has always stuck with me. It was haunting in the best way possible.
She opened her mouth and let her tongue fall out of her mouth as if to say, "See? All gone!"
Her finger, upon finding a droplet of cum in the corner of her mouth, scooped up the deserter and added him to the pit of cum bubbling in her belly.
"That was fucking amazing, Nana," I proclaimed.
She kissed my cheek. "I'm glad you liked it. I love that you're not afraid to make noise like that."
"You do?"
"Yeah. Is that weird? I like making you feel good, but I really like making you feel so good that you can't shut up about it!"
"Oh yeah? Well, I can be as loud as you want!" I summoned a deep breath and cupped my hands around my mouth like a megaphone so my declaration would reach every ear in the neighbourhood. "MY GRANDMOTHER IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE FUCKING WORLD!"
Nana shrieked and rushed to clap a hand over my mouth, but did so too recklessly to keep her footing. She slipped and fell onto my chest, which set both of us into a very slow descent as we battled the slickened porcelain for our right to stay standing. We lost badly, but we laughed like fools the whole way down, ending up tangled in each other's arms on the floor.
Water rained down on us like we were dejected suitors in a sad movie, though we were anything but. Nana sighed calmly against my chest, twirling her finger through my chest hair.
"We should get out soon," she said wistfully. "I'm already a wrinkly old prune, and all this water is gonna make it--"
"Hey, new rule," I interjected. "No more talk like that, okay?"
"Like what?"
"Putting yourself down for your age. Saying you're wrinkled, all that negative stuff. I don't like it."
"Oh, I'm just kidding around, honey," Nana insisted.
"Yeah, maybe." I mulled it over some more. "But maybe part of you isn't kidding. Maybe you really don't understand how unbelievably good looking you are!
"And I don't mean for 'your age'," I continued. "I mean for any age! You're drop-dead gorgeous, Nana, and it sucks that you don't see that the way I do."
Nana was quiet in a way that told me I was at least partially right. She didn't fire back with a witty retort, for one, but it was more than that.
"I don't want to be with you just because you're my grandmother," I said, "If I saw you across the room at a bar, even as a total stranger, I'd still come over and say hi. After that I'd get to find out what a special person you are. We just did things in reverse."
Nana was still quiet. I wondered if I had said the wrong thing.
"You..."she began timidly, still fidgeting with my chest hair. "You want to be with me?"
I had not considered the weight of my words when I'd spoken them. I'd simply opened my heart and let the truth come spilling out.
Nana was staring up at me with her intoxicating blue eyes, too insecure to wait in silence for an answer. Her voice had gone flat; she sounded vulnerable and even small. "Jamie, honey. What does that really mean to you?"
"I don't know," I admitted.
"Those are some pretty big promises, Bunny. I don't take that stuff lightly."
I didn't either. "I'm not messing with you! I just... I don't know how to put it into words yet. I just know what I feel."
Nana sat up and straddled my waist. From my vantage below her, watching a torrential downpour showering her, she was nothing short of perfect. She planted her hands on my chest and kneaded my pecs like a cat. "Well, then, I guess you better tell me once you figure it out."
"I'm sorry, Nana." I was not apologizing for my words. Rather, I was apologizing for the impending reaction she would have when she felt my growing erection poke her pussy from below.
It felt like I was ruining a beautiful moment, but my body did not put the same stock into emotional scenes that my brain did. All it cared about was the stunning naked woman on top of me with her heavy, wet breasts dangling in my face.
"Bunny, you don't have to be sorry," Nana insisted, seconds away from finding out what I was really apologizing for. "I know you're just--oh! Oh, you're sorry for that."
My cock was growing too stiff to be ignored, and it made its presence known by wedging the slowly inflating helmet between her slippery pussy lips.
If Nana had sat back on her haunches, I would have been inside of her instantly. My cock head throbbed, prodding her entrance as if begging desperately to be let inside.
"H-hey, Bunny," she said anxiously, "that's getting kind of close." All she had to do was stand up, but something was stopping her.
Nana seemed happy with taking her time, by some standards, but with the final piece of the puzzle in front of her, it seemed as though she found it difficult to deny her body what it craved.
All she had to do was stand up. If she were to sit down, we would both get exactly what I truly believed we both wanted-- what we both needed.
Nana's breathing was as rapid and unsteadied as her quivering limbs. She steadied a hand on the side of the tub and, with great willpower, lifted her pussy off of me. I wanted to protest, but I knew that by making the choice to stand up she had already decided that I would not be losing my virginity that night.
She breathed a sigh of relief, which stood in confusing contrast to her reddening face. "That was close."
"For which one of us?" I teased. "Seems like you were the one that wanted to sit down, Nana. I didn't say a word."
She rolled her eyes, then climbed out of the tub and grabbed a towel. When she dried her legs, she made sure to turn away from me. She knew how easily she could hypnotize me, and all it required her to do was bend over.
It took nothing more than the sight of her meaty curtains, smiling obscenely at me like a bulging pair of lips, for me to be completely entranced.
"Gonna stay in there all night, are you?" Nana teased.
I crossed my legs over each other and put my hands under my head like a pillow. "It's pretty comfy. I could definitely see myself taking a nap in here."
"Well, I hope you don't," Nana sang. "I was going to think about asking you if you wanted to spend the night in my bed tonight, but if you're comfy there..."
I ejected from the tub at blistering speed. My head almost went straight through the ceiling, and I'm sure if it had, Nana would have laughed even harder than she already was.
I tried to downplay my excitement. "So, you said I get to sleep with you, or something? Yeah, I mean I guess I could do that. Like, if you really wanted me to, I could."
Nana leaned over the tub and kissed me, and she could not stop herself from smiling while she did. "I really want you to."
We dried off, but Nana took far longer than I did. Her hair was soaked, and it needed to be dried more extensively than mine did, so I let her blow-dry in peace while I grabbed my tightest, most bulge-revealing pair of boxers.
When Nana finally joined me in her bedroom, I was already under the covers flipping through the pages of her paperback novel.
"Is this any good?" I inquired.
"It's okay," she said. "It's about this princess who loses her crown and has to live in squalor for years while her family fights to get her back into the fold. She meets this guy and decides - well, maybe she decides, I haven't finished it yet - to give up her royalty to be with him."
I tossed the book onto the nightstand. "I didn't take you for a romance reader."
She hung her towel up on the door, exposing her nudity to my ravenous eyes. "Well, lately I suppose I've been feeling a bit more romantic."
I watched with unfettered hunger as she waltzed to her closet and grabbed a light pink babydoll from a hanger.
The garment was all one colour, the lone exception being a dainty white bow placed between her breasts, and a lace frill around the bottom.
"Is that new?" I asked.
She flashed a satisfied smile. "It is, Bunny. I got it for you."
"You don't have to do that for me, Nana."
"It's not just for you," she explained. "I know you like it, but I do it for me, too. That look you get in your eye when you see me in something like this makes me feel like I'm high school again."
"What look?"
Nana thought for moment, then spun on her heels and leaned over just enough to avoid bracing herself on the vanity.
She clenched her ass together to tighten her cheeks into a neatly wound bun of plump ass meat. Then, without letting her ass fall back into place, she picked up the corners of her babydoll and dragged it back and forth below the swell of her cheeks like she was toweling off after a swim.
One painfully slow inch at a time, she raised the hem to reveal a little more of her juicy bottom each time she changed direction -- left, right, left, right -- until the crease of her taut cheeks came into view.
Nana must have heard me suck in a breath, because she turned back around immediately and pointed at my face.
"That look!" she stated confidently. "That look gives me butterflies like nothing else."
I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror, and realized that my face had the look of a caveman witnessing fire for the first time.
I played up my disappointment. "Wait, wait. So you're just gonna tease me like that, then expect me to go to sleep?"
She frowned with great exaggeration. "Nana is just so mean to you, isn't she?" She climbed onto the foot of the bed and crawled over the covers.
I whipped open the comforter and patted the mattress, beckoning her to my side. "The absolute worst."
She slid into place and wrapped her arms around me, burying her nose into my chest. "But you love me anyway, right?"
"More than anything in the world," I professed earnestly.
We lay in silence for a while listening to the dull hum of the ceiling fan. Nana fell asleep before I did, but I was not far behind. In the moments I had to myself after she'd nodded off, I pictured what it would be like to tell myself a year ago of what my life would become.
I was lying next to my half naked grandmother without a care in the world. It was surreal to know that Nana - snoring peacefully in my arms - was digesting a heaping mass of my thick, gluey cum in her belly while she slept.
I was almost afraid to admit to myself how invigorating it was to know that her great-grandchildren were undulating in her stomach while she slept like a perfect angel.
I wanted desperately to wake Nana up and coax another round out of her, but I'd truly meant it when I'd told her I didn't want her to feel like a sex object.
I did not know precisely what I was feeling for her, or rather, I was struggling to admit it to myself at the time. All I knew was that I finally felt excited to wake up every day - not only for the hope of taking the next step forward with Nana, but for another opportunity to savor what we already had.
did not remember falling asleep, but I sure as hell remembered waking up.
I was alone in bed, with Nana's side already made up like she had been awake for hours. The clock told me it was almost eleven, but I refused to believe it. I felt like a groggy mess, and the only thing that convinced me to forgo further sleep was the chance to spend an extra hour or so with my grandmother.
My phone was nearly dead; I had forgotten to charge it the night before. When I plugged it in, I was greeted to a series of missed calls that all came from one place. I dialed back and braced for impact.
Dad lit up like the Fourth of July before I even had a chance to speak. "James! How ya doing, buddy?"
I wiped the sleep from my eyes. "Pretty good. Missing home, but everything is good here."
"That's awesome. We miss you, too. It doesn't feel the same without you here."
I noted that his mention of "we" came without a vocal confirmation from Mom, and I silently hoped that I had caught him at a time when she was out of the house. "Sorry I haven't called sooner, Dad."
"Aw, don't worry about it," he said happily. "How's Nana doing?"
I craned my neck to try and hear her shuffling in the kitchen, but the house was silent. "I just got up and she's not here in bed anymore, so she must've left before I got up."
Dad was silent for a beat. "Wait, I must have misheard you. You're in her bed?"
My heart dropped into my stomach like a lead balloon. "Uh, yeah. You definitely misheard me, or I misspoke, I dunno. But yeah, no, yeah I'm in my bed and I can't hear her moving or anything so I'm just assuming she's gone somewhere." I prayed that he would not catch on.
"Oh, boy," he said firmly. "You must be working yourself to the bone out there."
To the "bone" is right, I thought to myself.
"It's been a lot. It's a heavy workload for sure, but Nana is helping me through it."
"That's awesome," Dad said proudly. "I knew you'd be successful, buddy. Hey, Mom's here if you wanna talk."
I did not, but it felt rude to admit that. "Sure, put her on."
The first thing Mom asked me was exactly what I was dreading, and I knew right away that she had not changed a bit.
"Have you been staying clean?"
"I'm not a drug addict, Mom," I whined.
"You're addicted to dopamine and porn," she said curtly, making it clear once again that she considered it equivalent to jonesing for heroin.
"Well, if that's the case then I'm definitely not clean."
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing, I guess. I'm just having a really good time with Nana. She's making this whole thing a lot easier."
"That hippie wacko isn't letting you sulk in your room watching porn, is she? No offence, dear." That was a weak apology to Dad, not me. Perish the thought. "I mean she's a lovely lady, but I didn't think the two of you would get along so well."
"She's not a hippie wacko, Mom," I snapped. "She's actually a really cool person. You would know that if you took the time to get to know her."
Mom took the shot in stride, and fired back one of her own. "Whatever. I just hope she's not rubbing off on you too much."
I chortled. "You don't know the half of it."
"Uh, okay, care to explain what you're talking about?" I could hear how furrowed Mom's brow was at the prospect that she was not being taken seriously.
"I just feel happy to be alive," I admitted sincerely. "I finally wake up every day, for the first time in a long time, excited to see what the future brings. She's a part of that, so she deserves credit for supporting me through this shit."
"Plus she can cook like nobody's business," Dad chimed in. "That's a bonus."
That's your contribution to your own mother's defense, Dad? Really?
"Anyway, buddy, I think we've gotta jet. There's a boat show at the marina and Mom wants to go look at something pricy."
Of course she did. We said our goodbyes and hung up. As far as conversations with my parents went, it had been in the top ten.
From outside the room came a creak from, the floorboards -- a sure sign that I was being spied on. I called to the only other person who could be behind the door. "You know, this is your house, Nana. You don't have to sneak around."
I waited for her sardonic reply, but nothing came. What I did hear was a poor attempt to hide the telltale symptoms of a tearful sniffle, so I leapt into comfort mode.
I left the bed behind me and bolted to the door. When I opened it, I was greeted by an open hand halting me in place like a stop sign. She'd known I was going to come to her aid as soon as I'd heard her crying.
Nana was standing with her back to me, and she could not bring herself to turn around. "Just... just give me a minute, Bunny." She waved me away and walked briskly to the bathroom. She reappeared in the hallway with a Kleenex, dabbing her watery eyes with lips atremble.
"Is everything okay?" I asked, my heart heavy.
"Very much so," Nana choked out.
She blew her nose into the Kleenex, then tossed it into the wastebasket by the bathroom door. She took another second to settle herself, taking a deep breath before she asked, "Did you know that I was home?"
"Er-- no, I didn't. I thought you went to the market, or the library, maybe? I had a bunch of missed calls from my parents so I figured I'd call them back. If I'd known you were home I would have come to say good morning first! Is that what this is about?"
Nana laughed her signature ugly laugh, but it had grown on me in such a way that I wished it would never change. "You think I'm crying because you didn't come say good morning to me?"
"Then what is it?"
"You didn't know I was home..." Nana fiddled with her fingers. "... but you still stuck up for me like that?"
I replayed the conversation in my head just to make sure I had not said anything stupid. "You heard that?"
"Your end, yes. This hippie wacko has rather good hearing."
"Well, she's wrong. You are so much more than that." I smiled warmly. "But you're still kind of a wacko, which is good, because I am, too."
Nana rested her head on the wall. "Have you ever been in love, Jamie?"
"I don't think so. Not real love, anyway."
"I thought not. You said a lot of stuff on that phone call. I might not have heard the whole thing, but I heard enough."
I was mortified she was going to crucify me for almost publicizing our secret with silly innuendos. "What did I say?"
Nana looked at me with unmistakable fear in her eyes. "Jamie, Bunny, you talked about me like you're falling in love with me."
"Is that a bad thing?"
Nana chewed pensively on her bottom lip with a whirlwind of thoughts flickering behind her eyes. "I want to show you something. Come on." The spark in her iris blinded me like a stun grenade, and in that flash she took my hand and guided us toward the laundry room.
When we arrived, Nana produced a large stack of envelopes from the highest shelf she could reach. They were yellow and tattered, each one looking more miserable than its neighbour, but she flipped through them like a scrapbook she had memorized long ago.
She pulled a single sheet -- perhaps the most crumbled of them all -- from the middle of the stack. "This one."
As she mulled over the words she had likely read two thousand times before, she slowly sank onto the floor. She crossed her legs and leaned back against the dryer, patting the floor for me to join her.
"I like to keep them in order so I can read them the way I did the first time," she said as a matter of fact, handing me the beaten page.
"What are they?" I sat next to her with the sheet in hand. Despite the ratty nature of the paper pile, they appeared to have been perfectly organized by the date that she had received them.
Nana flipped through the pages. "When your grandfather joined the war, we were still very young. He was quite a bit older than me, but it sure didn't feel like it.
"He left me behind with no job; he didn't have a choice. Back then it was hard for women to get into the workforce. I was afraid I was going to have to find another man to help me get by until your grandfather came back or... well, didn't."
Nana stroked the edges of the paper stack, appearing to relive memories with every pass of her finger over their crinkled surface. "We decided, the day before he left, that we had something special. I promised to wait for him if he promised to write, and he did."
I listened intently while she recalled her time alone, waiting every day for a letter that would make the entire week worth living through.
"We were rocky for a bit, especially at the start. Long distance is hard. Turns out that it gets harder when you add a war into it." Nana swallowed a lump in her throat. "One day -- the day before he wrote that letter you're holding -- he hit a landmine."
"Jesus," I whispered under my breath.
"I guess he threw a rock in a bush, or something like that, and it exploded. Thankfully he wasn't killed, but he was hurt pretty badly."
"I never knew that."
She cleared her throat. "That's not the important part. Afterwards, they put him in a field hospital. His arms were in casts, but he got the nurses to write down everything he said."
I scanned the document as best I could, but it was difficult to read the hasty scribbles. "What did he say?"
Nana ignored my question; she was deep into the retelling. "I remember feeling like I knew what I wanted for the first time. I finally knew what we were to each other, and it took a near death experience to get us there."
She pointed to the bottom of the page. "He talks about how he couldn't think about anything but me while he was hurt, and how he wasn't afraid of death itself. He was only afraid that he wouldn't get to come back to me."
The story filled me with emotion, but I had yet to see why Nana had dredged up that particular story. I was trying to read along with her, but her retelling was much more engrossing than my failed attempts to decipher the poor handwriting of a stressed-out field medic.
"That's really sweet, Nana. It sounds like you two really loved each other -- like you were meant for each other." I even felt a little jealous of my grandfather for getting to enjoy such a long, loving relationship with her.
"I'm glad you think so." Nana scooted close to me so our legs were touching. She laid her head on my shoulder and hugged me around the waist with both arms. "Can you read the last few lines for me, Bunny? Out loud, please."
"Uh, okay. Here?" I held the paper in the sun to give myself the best chance of reading it. I cleared my throat. "'Rose, you are my everything. The world does not turn for me unless you are by my side. For the first time in my life, because of you, I know I am happy to be alive.'"
My stomach dropped. I turned to her with shock across my face. "I didn't know."
She squeezed me tightly. "How could you? Sometime it scares me how much you remind me of him."
"But I never met him. He died before I was born. How can that be?"
She chuckled in between sniffles. "I'm not one for spiritualism, but this might be the best case for reincarnation that I've heard yet."
"Do you ever miss him?" I knew the answer, but Nana was feeling something truly profound just then, and I wanted to give her a chance to let it out - to share it with me, even.
"Of course I do. He was a wonderful man, and he gave me a life that I would not change for anything." She thought pensively for a brief moment. "But your grandfather was more than ten years older than me when we met, so this was bound to happen. Ever since he passed, it feels like everything is hanging on by a thread. Everything but you, James."
"Your world doesn't turn without him in it." I used Grandpa's quote to fill in the blanks for her.
"That's what scares me, Bunny. I felt that way for a long, long time when he passed." She could not bring herself to look at me, but her impassioned embrace told me exactly what she was feeling. "It's scary that I don't feel that anymore. My world is turning again. I remember what it's like to matter to somebody."
"You do?"
Nana looked up at me with the fire of new love, unchallenged by the sands of time, burning behind her eyes. "I do now."
It was a tough headspace to shake ourselves out of. Any morning spent awash in the memories of a lost love will put a damper on your day, and I didn't want to try to force Nana to be the exception to that rule.
That didn't mean leaving her alone, though. It did not feel right to abandon her after she had expressed such vulnerability, so, to keep her mind off the past, I spent the afternoon tailing her like a shadow, completely ignoring my studies. She told me she was fine by herself, but I knew she appreciated the company.
We folded laundry together, worked on a massive jigsaw puzzle, tended to her garden, then went out grocery shopping and stopped for a bite to eat on the way. I could tell Nana was carrying a burden the whole time, but as we got further into the day it seemed to weigh on her less and less.
By the time we got home with an abundance of groceries in our arms, she was back on track. I told myself I was doing it for her, but truthfully I would have used any excuse to avoid studying in exchange for a day with such an incredible woman.
Nana rattled off directions as she pointed to the various items we unloaded onto the counter, ending with the bananas. "Freezer, fridge, cupboard, cupboard, cabinet by the stove, fridge."
"Wait, you put bananas in the fridge? How have I never noticed that before?" I shook my head and subjected the bananas to their fate. "This can of whipped cream, I get that. But why bananas?"
"I like them cold." She nudged me with her fat bottom. "I have other bananas that I prefer warm."
"Keep talking like that and you're gonna have to split this banana!" We stared at each other blankly for a moment before we both burst out laughing. "Okay, yeah. That made way more sense in my head. I guess I need to work on my flirting."
Nana winked at me and packed a couple cartons of crackers into the cupboard by her feet. "I think you flirt just fine, honey." As soon as she bent down, I was behind her with my hands on her hips. "And what do you think you're doing back there?"
"Uh, nothing." I grinned devilishly as I hiked up her skirt to expose her luscious, creamy thighs. "Just practicing for tonight."
"Not a chance!" She spun to face me and wagged a finger in my face. She flattened down her skirt like a flustered librarian. "You've still got assignments to do! What makes you think you've earned a fast pass to Nana's pussy?"
"I did finish!" I insisted. "Remember? You went to see your friends while I toiled endlessly over a hot laptop to create something that, from a literary perspective, is truly mythical! I may have accidentally written the next Odyssey!"
Forget her eyes; Nana rolled her entire head around her body. "Oh, brother! I thought we were doing a good job of keeping you in focused on school."
"We were!" I lied through my teeth. "So, tonight then..."
"You are the very definition of the word 'insatiable,' Bunny." Nana squeezed my cheeks like I was a kid again, but the way she kissed me afterwards was much different than those historically innocent pecks. "Tell me what you're expecting, and I'll tell you if you're crazy."
I thought through my options. "You did make a promise, and I know how important those are to you."
Nana nodded her head while waiting for the other shoe to drop. "And what was that promise?"
"I think, if I'm not mistaken, that it involved your mouth and my, uh... warm banana?"
She chuckled at my poor attempt to flirt. "You are so lucky you're cute, Bunny. This would never work on a girl your age."
"I don't want it to," I said defiantly. "I want it to work on you."
Nana popped a grape into her mouth, then put a finger on her chin to exaggerate how hard she was thinking. "Well, in that case, I think I owe you a treat for working so hard."
My heart sung a glorious melody. "Really? You do?"
Nana turned away from me, then backed up until her rump was pressed into my crotch. She snapped her fingers a couple of times, then held them open expectantly. I took the hint, placing my hands in hers so she could wrap my arms around her body like a shawl. We rocked steadily in place while I clung to her.
"Tell Nana what you want, honey," she sang sweetly. "Don't be shy."
"I really, really want you to suck my dick."
She paused her swaying for a moment until I used my manners. "Sorry! I mean, please, Nana, will you suck my dick?"
She resumed her peaceful rocking once I asked nicely. "Hmmm, how badly?"
"This badly!" I pushed harder into her behind so she could feel my burgeoning cock between her cheeks.
"You think he wants to go in my mouth? Are you sure?" Nana nibbled on my thumb and circled her tongue around the tip. Knowing I was watching intently, she slowly opened her mouth just wide enough for the fat digit to fit inside. Her lips worked their way down until my thumb completely disappeared, after which she happily sucked on it.
I moaned as I wiggled my thumb. "Holy Christ, Nana. It's so warm in there."
She released the suction with a loud pop! "Just imagine how much better it's going to feel on your cock tonight."
"Tonight? Really?" I finally understood the expression "jumping for joy."
As if she needed to make it any clearer, Nana laid out her plan with certainty. "Tonight, honey. I pinky promise to suck your dick tonight."
Never in my life has time passed so slowly. The first night of anticipation had been tough, but I hadn't known what to expect. That time, I was fully aware that Nana was going to rock my world when the sun went down.
I knew what she could do with her hands, and it was better than my wildest dreams. Given that, I didn't think I'd ever be able to last more than a few seconds with her mouth around me.
We ate dinner earlier than normal. Nana did not say why, but I had a feeling that she'd picked up on how impatient I was, and did not want me to break down into a horny wreck at the dinner table. I don't think I chewed my food more than once per bite.
Nana watched me devour my plate full of food in record time with a smile on her face. She didn't say anything, but she knew exactly why I was doing it.
I finished eating and leaned back in my chair for a big stretch. "Delicious as always, Nana."
She cocked her head to the side. "You liked it?"
"Loved it!" I confirmed.
"Okay, honey. Can you do something for me?"
"Sure, anything."
She smiled sweetly. "Just look up at the ceiling for me."
I obeyed, then shrugged my shoulders with confusion. "Like this?"
"Yeah, just like that. Now, without looking down, can you tell me what we had for dinner?"
I froze, but my mind was racing. I must have been in a heavier haze than I'd thought. Wait, I literally just finished eating. Why can't I remember? Did we have spaghetti? No, that was a different night. Was it soup? Chicken and potatoes?
I lowered my gaze from the ceiling, admitting defeat.
Nana twirled her fork and gathered tendrils of spaghetti from her plate. "Somebody's been daydreaming. You really aren't thinking about anything other than how my mouth is gonna feel, are you?"
I swallowed my pride. "I've been, like, halfway to hard since we sat down."
Nana choked on pasta. "Bunny, no! Oh, you poor thing. I was just trying to tease you by drawing it out. I didn't think you were that obsessed!"
The word "obsessed" did not even come marginally close to covering it. When I closed my eyes, all I saw was her: naked and beautiful, legs coiled around me, tongue dancing with mine as we melted into a single harmonious entity.
While we're on the topic..." Nana took a long, drawn-out sip of her water to keep me on the hook. "Is there anything special you want me to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, since this is the first time you've had your dick sucked, there must be some stuff you want to try." Nana folded her hands on the table, awaiting my proposal. "I'm all ears, Bunny."
"I don't want to be greedy," I lied expertly. "Whatever you do is gonna be amazing. But..."
"But?"
"But if you wanted to -- and I'm just thinking off the top of my head here -- I'm kind of curious what it's like to have my balls played with? I really liked what you did with your hands."
She perked up. "And now you want to see if it feels better with my tongue?"
Nana clearly relished the opportunity to dip her toes back into the waters of seduction. We both longed for somebody to want us, which made us each other's perfect candidate.
I think she liked how inexperienced I was in the realm of sex. She had left it behind long ago, whereas I was just starting my adventure. It gave her a certain edge that she wielded proudly.
She winked at me and stood up to bring our plates to the sink before I could pry for details. "If that's all you can think of, then you're really gonna like my surprise. I'm gonna wash up. If you want to wait for me on our bed, I'll be there in a minute."
"Our?" My heart soared into my throat.
"You heard what I said." She did not turn around, but I saw her cheeky grin reflected in the window above the sink. As I disappeared around the corner, she called after me. "Pants off, young man!"
I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands folded in my lap. I was completely naked, which felt a bit weird. There was something about being naked without an erection that make me feel truly exposed. I knew Nana would not judge me, but I could not stop my heart from racing when I heard the pitter-patter of her small feet creeping down the hall.
They stopped at my bedroom door. The not-so-mysterious guest knocked and announced her entry with a voice like milk and honey. "Are you ready, Bunny?"
"Only if you're dressed for the occasion." I was trying to be coy, thinking that she would be wearing the same stunning outfit she had worn to bed the night before. I was happily mistaken.
Nana entered the room having donned baby blue negligee, and she looked nothing short of immaculate. Her tummy was flanked on either side by a pair of sheer, loose flaps of fabric that opened in front of her navel like cobalt curtains.
Her legs were clad in identically coloured stockings, the hems of which ended just below the twin swells of her meaty ass cheeks. She was not wearing any underwear, giving me a perfect view of the messy bush nestled between her thighs. Up top, her hair was tied in a tight bun, likely to avoid a mess from the events to come.
Through her vibrant red lips she asked again, "Is this what you like, Bunny?" She chewed on her lip with her brow knitted together. She was doing her best to convince me that she could not tell how much the outfit delighted me.
"You look delicious. Really, this is amazing." I didn't know where to focus my attention, so my eyes darted around her body as one thing after another caught my eye.
"I feel amazing," she swooned, "and that's all thanks to you. I love the way you look at me. It makes me feel like a woman again!"
I grinned sheepishly, but if I'd had any genuine modesty I would have stopped staring at Nana's furry pussy for long enough to respond. I heard NASA is working on a super-magnet capable of shifting planets. Maybe that would have been strong enough to pull my eyes away!
"Somebody's happy to see me," Nana cooed with glee.
"Duh! I missed you the second I left the room." I was getting a little better at flirting, but I had a ways to go yet. That was demonstrated clearly by her comment flying way, way over my head.
Nana chuckled with a hand over her mouth. "Not you, Bunny. Him." She pointed to my cock, which must have begun to harden the second she'd stepped in the room.
"Oh, Jesus," I said with surprise. "I didn't even know I was hard!"
Nana put her hands on her waist and jutted her ass off to the side. "I guess you like what you see, huh?"
"I love what I see!" I cried out.
She licked her lips. "Me too. Can I say hello?"
I nodded enthusiastically.
Nana dropped onto her hands and knees, then crawled to me with animalistically exaggerated movements. She was a predator approaching her helpless, paralyzed prey.
She reached my legs and pushed them open to sit between them. Her hands roamed up my legs as she brought her lips onto my thighs, kissing her way up my body. Every smooch sent shockwaves through my spine, which in turn made my erection jump and twitch. Nana was no slouch, as she started kissing with greater ferocity once she noticed my reaction.
When she was mere inches away from me, face to face with a dick that was two generations her junior, she could not resist the urge to tease. She blew cool breath over the head that steadily grew warmer as she moved closer. Bit by bit, the chilly nip was replaced by a dense heat whose humid hands hugged my cock.
Nana dipped a finger in her mouth to wet it. "I might not even have to blow you. You're already about to burst!"
She found a vein that ran from the base of my cock to the head and, with the slickened digit, traced the bulging branch until she reached the tip. My dick surged with blood, begging for another touch.
Nana leaned in and stiffened the tip of her tongue, using it to follow the same path outlined by her finger. I could not believe how slimy and warm it was. Her tongue glided up my cock, and when she reached the head, she treated it the same way she had my thumb in the kitchen.
She flattened her tongue against the underside of my cock, then expertly directed her attention to the sensitive frenulum. She appeared to be keenly aware of what a little love in such a place could do to me, and flipped the switch back and forth with flicks of her tongue.
She patiently twirled her pink snake in circles, slathering the entire bulb in saliva. It throbbed desperately against her tongue, as though such frantic pulsations would cajole her to hurry. My dick was poised to explode, but she would not be rushed.
Once Nana had completed a few circular laps, she grabbed the root with both hands. With my cock firmly held in place, she began to place sloppy, tongue-heavy smooches upon the head.
I hardly recognized the harlot between my legs, brushing her tongue across the little patch of skin below the head of my cock. She glared at me with eyes so diabolically sweet that they became menacing. They told me that my nana loved me, but to not even think about interrupting her work.
She made an "O" with her mouth. She pushed saliva through the ring to make a wall of bubbles that sat patiently at the entrance, waiting for something to smother. That something was me.
Nana lodged the tip of my cock within the ring made by her lips. Foam seeped out on all sides as she forced saliva from her mouth, lubricating her engulfing descent. She kept her lips sealed to me as tightly as she could, using dribbles of spit to help her swallow the entire head.
She held her tongue flat against the bottom, where it continued to smother the tether of tender skin, working the underside while she used the roof of her mouth to tend to the top.
Her palate's texture of was soft, yet firm-- and far less wet than her tongue. Every bump that nudged against the head made my legs twitch.
Nana opened her mouth a little wider in order to nudge my cock to the side of her cheek, where it protruded like a jawbreaker. The fat knob, wishing to show its appreciation, thanked her for tucking it away so snugly by inflating with the rhythm of my racing heartbeat. It was so powerful that I could see her tightened cheek twitching in time to it, too.
Her eyes were closed, her mind adrift as she nursed on me with perverse dedication. At a certain point, I believed she forgot I was in the room with her. She was in such a state of bliss that I wished I could read her thoughts - or lack thereof.
It was in my best interest not to distract her, but I did not want her to make me cum before she had fulfilled my request from earlier that day.
"Uh, Nana?" My voice cracked.
Without breaking her stride, or opening her eyes, Nana kept my dick between her lips while she asked, "What is it, Bunny?"
I gulped nervously. "Could you, uh, do the thing I asked about?"
Nana opened her lips, making a sliver of space between her and my cock head. "With your balls?" Her tongue flicked against the crown while she spoke.
"Yes, please."
She ushered a dollop of saliva to the front of her mouth, then pushed out the slippery drool with her tongue. It landed in her open hand, which was waiting below to catch the drippings.
She coiled her slimy mitt around my balls and gave them a ginger tug. "Like that, sweetheart?"
I groaned, that was all she needed to hear.
Not content to leave her other hand empty or idle, Nana attached it to the base of my cock and squeezed like she was trying to wring out a wet sponge. The pressure flooded my cock head with blood, turning it a furious shade of red that looked much like a ripe strawberry. She popped that reddened fruit in and out of her mouth, noisily slurping all the while.
Nana then connected the top of her clenched fist to her lips, using everything at her disposal to fill the role of a human flesh light. Her fist worked in a corkscrew, curling around my shaft in practiced fashion every time she accepted me back inside her mouth.
I finally understood the term "milking," as it felt like she was doing everything in her power to coax an orgasm out of me. I had never imagined what it would be like to be tended to so expertly, with no inch left untouched.
I did not know what to focus on. The concert trio of hands and mouth worked together in such beautiful harmony that I could hardly tell where one stopped and the other began.
Her breathing, laboured and ragged, came only during the brief pauses when her lips parted. When they did, the copious coating of saliva made it sound like she was trying to guzzle spilled milk off a countertop.
Nana's wet, carnal gulping bordered on obscene, but every new instance of the sensational slurping filled me with adrenaline. I knew her voice better than my own, and hearing her familiar tone and cadence reduced to a cock-smothered gargle was simply dreamlike.
"Hoe ma haiw, Uhnny." Nana forced her muffled request around my cock. She was unwilling to part with it if she did not have to.
I didn't understand her, so I stared at her dumbfounded as the memory of her words slipped from my brain instantaneously. With a loud, soggy pop, she released me.
She tilted her head to the side and gazed at me expectantly, waiting for a reply. "I said..." Nana grabbed both of my hands and placed them firmly on her head. "'Hold my hair, Bunny.'"
"A-are you sure?" I pleaded silently for her to say yes.
Nana's toothy grin melted my heart. Without another word, she dove back into my lap. The fiery seductress gobbled my cock head into her mouth once more, then said, "I'b showe."
Nana patted my thighs and opened her lips just enough to tell me I needed to go "showhy."
"Slowly?" I asked, and she nodded happily. She closed her eyes again and I knew she was reverting to that state of peace she'd embodied moments prior.
I dug my fingers into her hair, tangling my digits in the luscious mane. It felt strange to be in a dominant position with someone who was so clearly my senior, but Nana proudly accepted her new position on the totem pole.
She kept the suction tight as I pushed down on her head. She did not resist me; quite the contrary, whenever I stopped pushing, she stopped as well. She wanted me to be the one to put my cock in her throat while she waited patiently for me to hit the back wall.
I didn't know how much Nana could fit, so I made sure not to rush despite a powerful urge to hilt myself fully. Every inch that disappeared between her plump, red lips amazed me more than the last. I kept waiting to bump against the back of her throat, but with half my cock still waiting to enter her mouth I had yet brush against that border.
"Jesus Christ, Nana," I muttered. "How are you so good at this?"
Her breathing came strictly through her nose; at times, when her mouth was closed, it was the only sound in the room. I noticed that only when I finally realized I was holding my own breath with anticipation.
Nana took one last deep breath, but it was cut short by the mass of throbbing meat easing its way into the back of her gullet. She lurched forward as I brushed her gag reflex, and I worried that she was pushing herself too far.
"Are you okay?" I asked, once again hoping for a very specific answer.
Nana rubbed my thigh reassuringly and, through a mouthful of cock, murmured, "Mmhmm."
She pointed to the base of my cock and tapped on the root. Then, she lifted her finger to point to her cheeks and tapped on them the same way. I got the hint; she had not yet had her fill.
I was a good grandson, so I decided to offer a suggestion. "What if you got up on the bed?"
Nana arched an eyebrow. "Wha foh?"
"Just trust me." I was not sure that it would work, but I recalled having seen women swallow ridiculously lengths of dick simply by straightening their throats. I had no personal experience, or actual evidence, to draw from, but Nana did not question my method.
Without letting me slip from her mouth, she got onto all fours. "Yih dis?"
"Just like that, Nana."
My cock, once proudly erect and pointing to the sky, became parallel with the floor. That way, she could straighten her neck, causing the bend in her esophagus to follow suit.
Nana engulfed more than half of me, but the remaining length took a bit of effort. She filled her lungs to the brim, knowing that oxygen would soon become a luxury. Her eyes scrunched up as she pushed herself to accept another fat, veiny inch. Her body seized up in protest, but she kept it under control and forced down another portion.
Her brow furrowed, her breathing stopped completely, and her jaw was open so wide that I thought it might unhinge. Through it all, Nana did not waver.
Her adorable button nose was tucked tight against my tummy. I could no longer see her eyes, but I knew they were shut tight as she fought to override her body's cries for air. Her face was so dutifully buried in my lap that my balls were resting on her chin, and they pulled tight when I scraped the back of Nana's throat.
Soft, soggy throat meat closed around me on all sides, squeezing and massaging the entire length in a warm, plushy hug. A thousand silken hands caressed my cock, their grip growing tighter each time I throbbed in their clutches.
Nana's lips were sealed around the base of my cock, wiggling back and forth to try and keep their seal in place despite the absurd amount of meat bulging in her throat.
She tapped on her cheek a few times. Small reverberations echoed through her cheeks with each one. I was amazed and delighted that I could feel the resulting sensations so vividly. In fact, the unique sensation of Nana drumming on her jowl while her throat constricted me like a python had me wondering if she needed air.
"I don't know how you can do that without breathing. Are you okay, Nana?"
She nodded emphatically.
My dick was pressed against her throat's supple flesh so firmly that every excited nod dragged the sensitive crown through a velvet swamp. The pudgy red plum pushed through the constricting meat, determined to reach the bottom.
Finally convinced that she had impressed me - and she had - Nana pulled my dick out of her throat. She held a fist over her mouth to stifle a couple of deep, wet coughs, then opened her hand and held it over her chest.
She wiped away the river of drool that ran down her chin. "I don't think I've ever taken one that deep before."
"You're fucking amazing, Nana." I was somehow more out of breath then she was.
She placed a series of loving kisses all over the bulging head that had choked her so ruthlessly. "I haven't even started yet, Bunny."
The pale-haired vixen tilted her head and wedged my cock between her lips like a hot dog between two plump, red buns. Starting at the bottom, she gradually made her way towards the head. Every inch along the way was basted in saliva, and what she could not reach with her lips was tended to by her tongue-- which at that point I was convinced was prehensile.
The fat, slimy muscle slithered underneath my cock and glued itself to the bottom. Miraculously, it was long enough that it wrapped around the width and met her upper lip on the other side, forming a perfect tunnel of succulent flesh around my throbbing cock.
Once Nana fell into a rhythm, her hand got to work. Her fingers closed around my cock head, still glistening with saliva, and began to twist in a corkscrew. Every crease of her palm struck me like a bolt of lightning. I was amazed that something so small could feel so powerful; Nana truly brought my senses to life.
She relinquished my cock and smacked her lips. "Mmm, yummy."
I raised an eyebrow. "Yummy?"
"Hmm," she thought for a second. "I guess you've never tasted dick before, have you?"
I shook my head. "Can't say I have."
"You're missing out."
Nana opened her mouth and hovered directly above my dick like the claw in an arcade machine. Once she was sure that she had my undivided attention, she slowly brought her mouth towards my dick.
Her mouth stayed open and refused to close around me, teasing me with the unrelenting heat summoned from deep within her warmest depths. She was playing Operation with my cock, but I had no patience for games.
Nana's tongue flopped out of her open jaw, forming a runway that led to the bottom of her chin. With one hand around the base of my cock, she slapped the engorged helmet against her taste buds. Every time I made contact I was treated to a dull, wet thwack that tied my stomach in knots.
Vines of saliva connected her tongue to me after every slap, some so thick that they refused to break. Nana tapped my cock to her tongue and watched with glee as she pulled away with a mouthful of long, slimy spider webs still clinging to me. I don't know who was more entranced by the lewd display, but neither of us could look away.
"I could do this all day," Nana quipped.
"I would let you."
"No, you wouldn't. You'd only last a few minutes before asking me to do this."
Nana made a fist just below the head of my cock and attached her lips to the top of her hand, then began working the length into her mouth.
Her parts moved in unison, her lips glued to the top of her fist. Her tongue curled along the underside to tickle my frenulum with every dip of her head. Shivers overtook my limbs and I became nothing more than pins and needles.
Nana was trying to keep her mouth closed, but the speed with which she was stroking me made it hard for her to stay composed. Her breathing was ragged, forcing her to open her mouth every few strokes so she could loudly inhale the oxygen her body craved.
Her fist squeezed tighter than mine ever did when I was jerking off. The pressure made my cock so hard I thought the veins would pop, but she knew exactly how tight to squeeze without making it hurt. She pushed me, and herself, right up to the edge before stopping.
When I sensed my impending orgasm, so did Nana, and she immediately pulled me out of her mouth.
She laid her head on my thigh, swallowing big gulps of air. She closed her eyes in a moment of bliss while her fist continued to furiously stroke me. Without her mouth in the way, her saliva-smothered mitt was free to caress the entire length with every stroke. From base to tip, she lovingly massaged my pulsing meat in her hands.
forgot how good I am at that," Nana chirped with pride.
"I never will!" I exclaimed with unbridled joy.
"You like it, huh?" There was an unrecognizable yearning behind Nana's eyes. I did not know if she was simply horny, like I was, or if blowing me had brought some impassioned memories to the surface.
The squelching of her hand was so hypnotic that I forgot to answer. I was enthralled by the sounds of her little fist trying to wrap itself around such a menacing mass of cock, gliding through the coating of saliva that made the rod glimmer.
A dollop of murky precum oozed from the slit at the tip. Nana's eyes lit up when she saw it.
"Now I know you liked it!" Nana declared happily. She pinched the base of my cock and dragged her fingers towards the tip to extract another droplet.
A dollop of pearlescent lava bubbled to the surface, quivering as it struggled not to slip down the sides of my towering cock. Nana flattened her tongue to her chin and wiped the drop of salty syrup against her taste buds.
She pushed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and closed it, spreading my precum's texture and flavor into every corner she could before she swallowed it. Her eyes closed in a serene sense of calm as she momentarily forgot I was in the room with her. With a deep, satisfied sigh, Nana hung her mouth open like a Golden Retriever.
"More," Nana demanded with a pout.
"Put me back in your throat, and you won't have to ask." It was a simple solution, and I stood to benefit from it greatly.
Nana took my hands and placed them on her head. I instantly felt the sense of dominance wash over me again. I knew I had to be careful with such power, lest it go to my head.
"Put yourself back there," she shot back with a wink.
Her mouth opened, presenting to me the wet, red sinkhole. I gazed into the abyss, trying to accept how something so simple could feel so fucking good.
Nana did not have to beg me any further -- not with words, anyway. Her eyes were screaming at me to take control and give her what she had been missing for so long. I decided to lean into the role and see just how far she wanted to be pushed.
I stood up from the bed and she shuffled back on her knees. She looked up at me with her dazzling blue eyes, begging me to show her what was to come.
"How rough can I be?" I asked sternly.
She blushed. "You wanna see what Nana can handle?"
"I think I do. Is that bad? I don't want to hurt you, but--"
Nana shushed me with a finger over her lips. "Just tell me when you're about to cum. Okay?"
"You want me to pull out?" It was hard to hide the dejection in my voice.
She giggled with a sly smirk. "No, honey. You're going to cum right down Nana's throat, and I need a bit of warning so I can be ready. I'm not going to have to swallow."
"Wait, you're not?" I was dying to know what she had in store.
"I used to be able to do this! I want you to hilt me when you cum, and dump it right into my tummy." Nana rubbed her stomach. "It's not swallowing if it goes straight into my belly, right?"
I almost collapsed. "I-I guess not."
Nana sat back on her heels and crossed her arms behind her back. Her tongue fell from her mouth, beckoning me to dive into the pit of raw, wet flesh. She was begging me, mouth agape with strands of sparkling saliva strewn on every wall, to take control.
It was strange to suddenly be the one in charge. I still saw Nana as my superior, for lack of a better term, due to her experience. That said, I'd be lying if I claimed to not have been extremely turned on when the reins were handed to me.
I held Nana by the sides of her head, guiding her toward my cock. She took a deep breath just before her lips closed around the head. The bend in my cock drove the spongy mushroom against the roof of her mouth, flattening it against her soft palate.
My cock followed the curve of her throat until it turned downward, forcing Nana to sacrifice the luxury of oxygen for my benefit.
She squirmed uncomfortably when the tip of her nose scraped my stomach, unable to swallow the last inch without employing her throat-straightening tactic from earlier.
Nevertheless, my dick was very, very happy to be where it was. The walls of her throat squeezed tightly, constricting around the girth in her gullet. She gurgled something unintelligible, but a nod of her head told me what she meant: she was ready.
I pulled my cock from her steamy depths and allowed her a moment to breathe. My hands were sewn into her hair, pulling her face-first into my lap again and again.
Nana did not resist, but she did not move on her own either. If I stopped pushing down, she hovered in place and waited for directions. I took her to the bottom, where she gurgled happily to let me know she was handling it well enough.
My heart swelled in tune with the head of my cock, which ballooned inside the steamy clutches of Nana's throat, determined to leave no part of her unexplored.
She held a hand over her neck and stroked it. Whether she could feel my cock throbbing from the outside, I was not sure, but I certainly felt her fingers prodding me from the outside.
My heart leapt into my stomach. "Can I do it harder now?"
Nana smiled with her eyes closed and gave me a nod of confirmation.
I started slowly, but it did not take long for an influx of hormones to overwhelm my restraint. I could not resist the urge to push in a little harder, or a little deeper, every time I sank into the convulsing tunnel. Nana made no move to stop me, which I took as tacit approval to push her to her limits.
My cock became a battering ram, tenderizing her throat until it was smooth as butter. She gave a noticeable wince every few strokes, but held her ground despite her body's violent cries for air.
I shoved in harder, forcing an ugly grunt from the depths of her stomach. She struggled to keep her mouth closed around me, leading to a river of bubbly saliva spilling from the cracks any time she failed to maintain the seal.
She slurped the dribbles as best she could, loudly sputtering in between my powerful thrusts before my dick would plug her gullet again.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she did not complain. I was in awe of her ability to push her body like that, all for my sake. Her brow, tightly knitted together, told me she was solely focused on making me cum as soon as possible.
I was more impatient than I had ever been. Despite the love I felt for her, I was so overcharged with sexual energy that I thought I might blow a hole in the back of her skull every time I knocked against it.
"A-are you okay, Nana?" I groaned.
She rested her hands on my thighs and rubbed them to soothe my worries. She looked up at me and nodded, captivating me with the cerulean pools I had helplessly fallen in love with. Her eyes were locked with mine, each daring the other to look away first.
I was towering over Nana like a thousand-foot behemoth that she had given the power to destroy her, but trusted I never would. I yanked myself out of Nana's throat, and demanded she put her hands behind her back again.
She obeyed before I had even finished speaking. She loosely hung her tongue from her mouth again, like a puppy dog begging for a treat.
I pushed into her throat all at once, drawing from her a surprised gasp that I quickly stifled. I withdrew the same way, pulling my entire dick from her gullet before she had a chance to get used to the intrusion. I repeated the routine, delving deep into her throat only to immediately eject once I hit bottom.
I picked up the pace until Nana's beastly, primal gurgling reached a pitch I liked. I hammered the back of her throat over and over, burying my cock in the velvet tunnel for just long enough to savour the warmth, then exiting just as brusquely.
On the final stroke, I drove my cock to the hilt, but did not pull it out, and did not intend to. I watched with fascination as the realization crept over Nana's face.
She grumbled something I could not understand. The failed attempt to speak released a glob of drool from her gaping maw that spilled onto her tits below. Nana squirmed on her knees, rocking in place as her body demanded a breath of air. Like a devout cocksucker, she willfully denied it.
My arms were wrapped around her head more tightly than I had intended, but I was not holding her down. Nana pushed her body to the limit, fighting the urge to retreat as long as she could. Against the assault of powerful instincts and involuntary spasms, she held her ground.
When the need for air finally won out, Nana tapped her hand on my thigh. Her tiny hand, with the speed and strength of a hummingbird, battered me at a hundred beats per minute.
My instincts wanted to ignore her. I overrode the hormones plaguing my brain for a brief second. It was all I needed to come back to reality. As soon as the pressure on her head was released, Nana yanked her mouth off of me.
"Holy f-fucking shit, Bunny." Nana covered her mouth and coughed a few times, drawing deep, ragged breaths. She clutched her throat like she was trying to feel if I had ripped a hole in it. "That was really rough, sweetheart. I thought you said you would go slowly?"
I blushed profusely. "I'm sorry, I think I got carried away."
"That's okay, sugar," Nana said. "You didn't hurt me."
She wiped a fat droplet of drool from the corner of her mouth and sucked it off her finger. She passed her gaze over my balls and did a double take when she noticed the engorged sack swinging between my legs.
"Oh, honey, she cooed softly, "your balls are still so fat and swollen! Here, let Nana make them feel better."
Nana plugged her mouth with one of my fat testicles and sucked until it popped into her mouth. Her tongue was a paintbrush, basting the underside with a generous coating of her slippery homemade lube.
She stared up at me in worship, intently watching my reaction as she placed a finger against the other ball. She pushed on it, coaxing it to join its brother.
My cock towered like an oak over Nana's forehead. It wobbled back and forth as she tugged on the leash that connected it to my balls, causing it to sway over her face and cast a long, looming shadow over her sparkling blue eyes. Her hand clutched the stiff shaft to stop it from wandering and immediately resumed her methodical stroking.
Nana used her tongue to toss my balls around like they were in a blender, poking and prodding at the juicy sack no matter how grotesquely it inflated her cheeks. Her fingers tapped against her taut skin, sending vibrations through the saliva-coated peach marinating in her mouth.
She pushed her face into my crotch until I was sure she was suffocating. Still, with no hint of fatigue or desperation, she hungrily nursed on my swollen sack.
I was lightheaded, and frankly amazed that I'd managed to stay standing thanks to little more than sheer willpower. Sweat dripped down my forehead; my body was on fire. My vision started to darken and my knees buckled, forcing me to fall back onto the mattress with a huff.
"Oh, Bunny!" Nana cried.
I stared blankly ahead, counting the cracks in ceiling while I waited for the ringing in my ears to subside. The bed creaked as Nana climbed on and appeared over me like a medic on the battlefield. I could not help but smile like a giant idiot, welcoming the angel whose golden aura left me drenched in shadow.
Nana cocked her head to the side. "Are you okay?"
"I think so?" I sat up and pressed my eyes into my palms. "I think you literally sucked the life out of me."
Nana slithered down my frame until she was face to face with my cock. "And yet, you still haven't given me what I want."
"What's that?" I knew the answer, but I needed to buy time to clear away the stars that were dancing around my head.
Nana opened her maw like a python and pointed directly down her wet, dripping throat. "Feed me, Bunny."
I nodded eagerly. I wondered if she, too, could feel how close I was to cumming. Nana shamelessly engulfed my cock to the base, sending saliva flying over my balls with a stifled sputter.
With the shaft slickened, Nana pushed her slippery mitt though the coating of saliva to grease the piston. The head flared like a balloon when she tightened her grip to keep it in place. She refused to let go as she ramped up her assault by rotating her hand around my cock.
Nana's mouth was lazily connected to the top of her fist, slopping lapping and slurping at the bulging mushroom every time it passed through her tightly coiled fingers.
Her lips swallowed the head and nestled it in a wet, muggy hug. She held the fat knob there just long enough for it to feel like home before spitting it out to pass through the fleshy cave created by the bumps and ridges of her slimy fingers.
Paradoxically, I felt completely alone in the world. Nana was so enthused with slovenly dotting over my cock that I felt she had momentarily forgotten I existed. For just a fleeting second, I was nothing more than a cock she desperately wanted to suck on. I was happy to play that part.
That split second of distraction, where my mind floated free from my body like a vivid hallucination, was enough for my instincts to release the brakes on my orgasm and send it hurtling forth like a tsunami.
I did not have time to think, and barely exited my trance in time to warn my grandmother. All I managed to squeak out before my brain went blank was "Now! Now!"
Nana got the message a second too late.
My cock throbbed like a shotgun being pumped and flooded her throat with a heaping volley of hot, white cum. Her eyes doubled in size when the white lava splashed against her tonsils, displaying her surprise at the sudden eruption.
Nana choked on the glue sticking to her gullet and sputtered a wet "Bun-nghh!" As she forced out the word, it got stuck in the sticky web of semen clogging her throat. It came out as a lurid, bubbly gurgle more so than how she'd intended it to, but no scolding would have been strong enough to stop the influx of cum she was about to receive.
I knew I would hear about it later, but for the moment, Nana knew she had one choice: swallow.
She dove back down to embed my cock against the back of her throat, driving it though the dense pool of salty paste that swam around her tongue. She plunged the fleshy sword into its wet, soggy sheath until there was no more to left swallow.
One by one, my cock injected ropes of hot cream into Nana's belly like it was filling a donut. The difference was that a donut doesn't convulse around the nozzle every time a new stream is pumped into its center.
Nana, however, could not stop her body from seizing up in response to each large new deposit dropping into her belly. No matter the size, she ushered each gooey load to follow with the last, filling her empty gut with thick, heavy batter.
I did not give her the luxury of formally swallowing. All she could do was hold her throat open and wait for yet another large, heavy mass of cum to be piped into her steadily filling stomach.
Her nails dug into my thighs until my skin was as red as her polish, but neither of us backed down. As far as I was concerned, she could draw blood and I still would not want to stop. Nana sucked until I was but an empty husk that could nothing more than fall back onto the mattress in a defeated heap.
She took her time relinquishing my cock, tenderly nursing on one inch at a time as the veiny, pulsing beast slithered from her throat.
When she reached the head, she nudged it around with her tongue, savouring the remnants of cum that clung to the cap. Regrettably, she pushed the knob - which had not ceased its violent throbbing - out of her mouth.
"Ah," she sighed with the satisfaction of someone who'd just taken a quenching sip of lemonade on a hot summer day. Her tongue fell from her mouth and she opened her dripping maw to prove she had done her duty. "See? All gone."
I was dumbfounded, but that did not begin to cover it. "That was fucking incredible."
"I'll say!" Nana held her hand over her mouth while she dug around with her tongue to make sure nothing was left behind. "That was more than last time. I think they're getting bigger!"
That same load of cum, sloshing around her belly like thick, gluey soup, bubbled to the surface in the form of an adorable little burp that caught her by surprise.
Nana blushed to a near purple hue as the noise slipped through the cracks of her fingers. "Oh my god! I can't believe I just did that."
"It's okay!" I chuckled. "I actually think it's kind of hot."
"It's so gross!" Nana flopped onto the bed beside me and snuggled up against my chest.
Her fingers flew to release the bun in her hair, sending her white mane cascading over her shoulders. "You must have stuffed a bunch of air into me. I've never done that before."
"Uh, Nana? I don't think air is what I stuffed into you."
Nana rubbed a hand over her belly, reflecting on her royal feast. "No kidding, Bunny. I'm gonna break the darn scale if I get on it with a tummy this heavy!"
I tucked a finger under Nana's chin, lifting it so I could kiss her. She recoiled before our lips touched and went stiff as a board. "You want to kiss me after that?" she asked, staring at me like a deer in the headlights. "I drank your cum!"
I insisted, tugging her to face me. I touched our foreheads together so our noses were rubbing together. Nana finally caved. She allowed her muscles to relax, turning to putty whose shape was held together by nothing more than my arms around it. Our lips interlocked, finding a fit so perfect that they must have been carved from the same stone.
Nana swung one of her legs over mine so she could trap my thigh between them, grinding her pussy against me as soon as she was in position. Her warmth draped over me, soaking the hairs on my legs with honey.
Clearly I was not the only one who had been deeply aroused by the blowjob. I'd been the one being pleasured, but Nana's juicy, dripping cunt was proof that she was deeply enjoying the feeling of her grandchildren swimming in her belly.
She broke our kiss and asked when I thought I would finish the next essay. It was not curiosity, but eagerness fueling her inquiry.
Truthfully, I had completely forgotten about homework. The thing with Nana felt bigger than a simple reward system; maybe that was how she had always intended for it to play out. Regardless, our relationship had already begun to encompass much more than sex.
Nana raked her fingers through my chest hair. "I guess it's not really about the essays anymore."
"What isn't?" I asked.
"This, you know? It's about... well, I don't really know what, to be honest."
I kissed the top of her head and allowed myself to be sedated by her scent. "Whatever this is, I don't want it to stop."
"Me neither," Nana agreed, "but I can't have you failing school. Just promise me you won't fall behind on your studies and... well..."
I brushed a pale, wispy lock of hair from her eye, silently prodding her for an answer. She was reluctant to say whatever was on her mind. I gave her some time, and was rewarded. She summoned the courage to speak her truth. "Well... I don't think I want to wait any longer."
Actions speak louder than words; she knew that well. To illustrate her point, she guided my hand to the heat radiating between her legs. The supple, tender folds were like a dozen slippery tongues lapping at me, bathing me in her fragrant honey as they did.
"Jesus, Nana. You're so--"
"Fucking wet, baby," Nana huffed in frustration. "I want to fuck you so badly, Bunny. I've never wanted somebody like this before!"Her voice sung in my ears the instant my fingertips grazed her clit. She bucked against my digits, trying to drive them deeper into her pussy.
"I-I have been thinking why I feel these things for you." Nana admitted shyly. "It should feel wrong-- it is wrong to want these things from you. But the fact that you're my grandson just makes me want it so much more."
I was too stunned to speak, but silence was not the reaction Nana was looking for. She fidgeted nervously with her nails. "Does that, uh, make sense?" she asked.
"I'm glad you said it, Nana." I breathed a sigh of relief. "I feel the same way. I don't want to be with just anyone; I want to be with you."
"Even though I'm your grandmother? I'm almost fifty years older than you!" Nana swatted my shoulder playfully.
"I want you because you're my grandmother!" I exclaimed. "How could I ever let go of you when you make me feel this happy?"
"You don't have to! You never have to leave!" Nana was cheery as she said it, but her smile quickly faded when reality sunk in.
"Do you mean that? You want me to stay with you?" I hoped my voice wasn't shaking along with my nerves.
"Well-- I mean yes, I would love that. But..." I'd known there would be one. "I know you only have school for a few years after this. Then you'll be moving on and making your mark on the world, and that's exciting!"
But...
"But I'm old, Bunny," Nana said with a sniffle. She could not bring herself to look at me. "I can't go with you to these places that you want to go. My life is here."
I pressed my lips to her forehead. "Who says I want to go anywhere without you?"
"Jamie, please," Nana said with misty eyes. "Please don't say those things unless you really mean them. I can't ask that of you."
"You aren't," I said sternly. "I'm asking you. I want to stay."
Nana was quiet for a long time. Well, it felt like a long time, but it may have been only a handful of seconds. I wondered what thoughts raced through her mind in such a short time, as they held the secret to keeping her calm in moments of panic.
After she made peace with whatever barrier kept her from accepting my offer, her famously dimple-laden grin reappeared. She laughed through her nose and said, "I always promised myself I'd never even think about living with a man before he proposed to me."
"Then I guess I have to put a ring on you!" I replied jovially.
"Uh huh, I guess you do." Nana raised her eyebrows, daring me to bow out of our game of chicken. I waited for her to buckle over with laughter, but she was committed to the bit. "I bet you can find some nice ones at the pawn shop, too."
I narrowed my eyes at her, sure I could find some hint on her face that she was playing into the joke too hard. I scoffed, unable to break her façade. "So you want to be my wife?" I exclaimed. The idea sounded as crazy out loud as it did in my head.
"I was kidding! Well, half kidding, I guess. I dunno! Maybe I'm not kidding! I did make that promise to myself. But I never thought I would actually want to live with another man after your grandfather passed."
"You didn't make a loophole in the rules for extremely handsome grandsons?"
Nana chortled dryly, burying her face in her hands. As exasperated as she was, she was still able to find humor in the details. "God, no. No I did not."
"I don't think either of us saw this coming." I traced my fingers along the small of her back. "For what it's worth, I think you'd make a fucking amazing wife."
Nana tugged on the cup containing one of her giant breasts. "Well, in that case, why don't you be a fucking amazing husband and help me out of this stupid thing?"
I gleeful stripped her down to her birthday suit. My senses were reignited the second I laid eyes on her naked form. I drank in every curve in the hope that I would see them again in my dreams that night. I wasn't sure I'd ever get to sleep again without believing there was at least a chance of it.
We threw the covers over us and snuggled underneath them, pressed to each other like we were each adrift at sea and the other was a life raft. I don't know which of us needed the other more, but I felt that we both would be lost without the other.
Nana dozed off before I did, leaving me to parse through the flurry of thoughts playing ping pong against the inside of my skull. I combed my nails through Nana's hair even after she was asleep. It was meditative, in a way.
Her delicate breathing lulled me into a trance. It was interrupted only once, by the far-off howl of a lonely coyote traipsing through the moonlight. I thanked myself for Nana's warm embrace as a chill ran down my spine at the mere thought of a world outside those four walls.
I hoped that I would never have to think about such a life ever again.