My entire body was on fire. There was not a cloud in the sky to stop the sun from liberally basting me with hot, yellow light, leaving my skin to sizzle like it was begging for someone to cook bacon on it.
The pool called my name like a broken record, promising to soothe the scorching skin that threatened to dissolve under such unforgiving heat. I was stuck to the lounge chair I was sprawled upon; the skin on my back had fused with the bindings that formed the backrest of the chair, rooting me in place.
A highly trained, yet uncoordinated orchestra of songbirds argued overhead, vying for their respective solos. Their melodic tweeting made for a delightful tune over the somber bellow of crisp, cool wind blowing through the leaves.
I would have been lulled to sleep were it not for the click-clack of cork bottomed heels against the cement pathway leading to the pool.
From below my tinted sunglasses, pressed tight to my face to block any stray beams of blinding sunlight, I spotted Nana, as naked and beautiful as ever, emerging from the house.
The songbirds turned into angels, and their trumpets announced her arrival. They also lent her their radiance, though she wore it better than they ever had.
A wildfire of white light enrobed her body, its flaming tendrils performing a chaotic dance. Their movements tended to obscure her most intimate parts as often as it revealed them, never leaving her uncovered long enough for me to admire her.
"mISsmE?" Nana's voice was distorted; it warbled like it was coming through a faulty speaker. She slid into the lounge chair next to me so her radiant aura cocooned us both.
I tried desperately to peer through the pale flame caressing every inch of her body. I could only catch brief glances of her exposed skin before it was once again hidden behind a curtain of flame.
I tried to speak, but could not hear a word I was saying. I was not sure if I was speaking at all. I tried to ask where we were, but my voice was nowhere to be found.
Nana understood me somehow. "yOUrEhOMe. hOwDoyOUfEEl?"
Happy.
Happy.
Happy...
"Habbie," I grumbled into the pillow as my eyelids creaked open. They snapped to attention, pulling me kicking and screaming from my beautiful dream.
The birds were still singing outside, but instead of a naked woman in my arms, I awoke to a pillow with the stuffing squeezed out of it.
"Jeez, man. You have got to stop talking in your sleep." I remembered that the room was empty. "And maybe stop talking to yourself, while you're at it."
My phone, was hauntingly devoid of notifications -- no calls from my parents, no texts from classmates, and no braggadocios Instagram posts. It felt like the outside world -- the "real" world -- had finally agreed to leave me alone.
A large part of me wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed. The night before had left me with a hangover of leaden limbs that I dreaded having to drag around.
Had it not been for the aroma of rich, buttery pancakes wafting from the kitchen, I surely would have fallen back asleep. Their sugary scent lured me from my room, guiding me through my groggy, post-sleep haze.
Nana's baby blue lingerie lay at my feet in a crumpled ball, leaving my imagination to run wild with the possibilities of what outfit she might be wearing.
I floated down the hallway, following the scent of syrup until I stumbled upon something sweeter than pancakes: Nana's bare bottom, with nothing but a flimsy, green apron to cover her front. She was standing at the stove with her back to me, leaving her entire backside exposed for me to fawn over.
Nana furiously stirred the bowl of pancake mix in her arms. Her body was rocking back and forth, with her plump ass cheeks shamelessly advertising the strength of that momentum. The mountains of moulded jelly jiggled as though they wanted to hypnotize me, drawing me further into the kitchen with their alluring dance.
The floor creaked under my foot, alerting her to my presence. "I was wondering when the smell would wake you up," she teased, elbow-deep in batter for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. "How did you sleep?"
"I had a really, really nice dream." I sighed, reminiscing over the memory. I closed the remaining space between us and wrapped Nana in my arms. I rested my chin on her shoulder and kissed her skin, soft as silk against my lips.
Nana shuffled her feet. "About what?" She tilted her head towards me and kissed my temple.
"Who else?" I nibbled her with my teeth. "I can't stop thinking about you, even when I'm asleep!"
"Somebody is addiiiiicteeeeed," Nana sung angelically. Her voice was never less than music to my ears.
"Oh, I know I'm addicted. I have you half naked in front of me, but all I can think about is how badly I want to see your boobs."
No matter what state of undress Nana was in, I always wanted more of her. Sure, she looked amazing in her apron, but I wanted to rip if off of her with my teeth and take her right there on the counter.
"Gosh, Bunny. If only there were some magic words your grandmother taught you when you were younger." Nana refused to deny her penchant for teasing.
"Please, Nana. Can I please see your boobs?" I was happy to play along, especially if it got me what I wanted. I expected some resistance after we'd almost been caught in the act yesterday, but her courage had only grown since then.
Nana spun on her heels and tucked her elbows to the sides of her chest. Her forearms pushed her cleavage together so it swelled under the thin, loose-fitting apron. She batted her eyes and said, in the sweetest voice she could muster, "Untie me, sugar."
I pinched the bow behind her neck and pulled the strings, freeing her breasts from their cotton cage. As though I'd opened a floodgate, her enormous udders crashed down like a waterfall.
I didn't even have to lower the apron; the weight of her boobs falling forward threw it from her chest and left them totally exposed. They bounced against each other a few times until their stored-up energy was all spent.
I knew that even if I were to see Nana's boobs a thousand more times, I would still be taken aback by the sheer size of them. Even at rest they were simply magnificent, drawing from me a smile so giddy that Nana could not help but laugh at my childlike wonder.
"So much for the neighbours seeing, I guess," I said.
"You don't seem to care who sees these things right now, Bunny. As long as you get to, right?" She knew she was right -- we both did -- but that was not going to stop her from having a bit of fun. "But you're right. We can't have someone peeping through the window and seeing these things bouncing about!"
"Wait, no I didn't--"
"No!" she announced dramatically. "You are absolutely right. This is a terribly indecent outfit to have on in front of my grandson."
Nana straightened her back to create some space between us. I chastised myself, thinking I had talked myself out of a topless breakfast, but she quickly dropped the act.
"Just kidding, Bunny," she cooed. "Here, watch this."
With every ounce of my attention trained on her, she patiently stretched out her hand and grabbed a can of whipped cream from the counter. The seconds ticked by a minute at a time, but I would've been rapt for an eon.
I watched with butterflies in my stomach as she tucked her forearm under her breasts. She jostled them until they flopped over and blanketed her forearm, shielding it from view with nothing but her hand exposed. With a literal armful of breast meat pinning her arm to her chest, Nana used the other to shake the whipped cream can.
She aimed the can directly at her nipple and tilted her head like she was waiting for my "go ahead." I groaned a little bit when I realized when she planned to do, then gave her a nod.
Finally, after pushing my patience to the limit, Nana pressed her finger down. The nozzle hissed and spewed forth a flurry of cream that instantly blanketed the firm, pink button.
I held my breath while she did the same to her other nipple, leaving her with two large, fluffy mountains of whipped cream covering her intimate bits like obscenely pronounced white pasties.
"There." Nana gazed down and admired the dairy decorations. "Now I'm tastefully nude. It's artistic!"
"Hmm. It's tasteful, but it's not art. Not yet." I plucked two freshly sliced strawberries, glistening with juice, from a bowl behind her. They were cut thin, the way she liked them, making them the perfect additions to her masterpiece.
I pressed the slim red slices into the dollops of whipped cream until they stuck in place. The richly coloured fruit pasties, nestled in a cloud of whipped cream, did nothing to lend Nana an air of modesty. In fact, I thought it looked even lewder.
I gestured to my handiwork. "Now it's a masterpiece. Who could deny the beauty of that?"
Nana rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth curling into a smirk revealed her true feelings. If she was not enjoying herself, she would not have asked, "Is there anything else you plan on using to make a mess of me?"
It was sarcastic, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity in her tone. I had not planned on anything more, but a quick glance at the counter top gave me a new idea.
I grabbed a plastic bottle of table syrup and popped the cap. I squeezed the bottle a couple of times with a goofy grin on my face.
"I mean, if you're asking..."
"But... but that's so messy!" Nana pouted. "My boobs are gonna get all sticky!"
I licked my lips. "And sweet!"
"I guess someone woke up on the horny side of the bed today."
"It's just syrup! What's the harm?"
Nana stomped her foot and wagged a finger at me. "That sounds like the opinion of someone who won't have to clean up a pair of huge, sticky tits!"
I promised her I would do all the cleaning myself; I was already drooling, and we had yet to add the sweetest ingredient. When she didn't believe me, I pinky promised.
Nana sighed deeply, knowing I would not relent.
"Like this?" She lifted one of her heavy breasts in each hand and presented the decorated canvas to me.
"Not quite." I looped my arms under Nana's ass and hiked her up. She squealed in surprise as her feet left the floor. Her fat bottom plopped on the counter, thigh meat bulging on both sides.
"Ahh! Honey!" She slapped my chest with a giddy grin that she could not subdue. Her feet dangled off the counter, kicking in the air. "A little warning next time would be nice, goofball."
I held the bottle at an angle, precariously dangling the first drop of syrup from the mouth. "May I?"
Nana puffed up her chest, beaming with pride. She put her hands around her left breasts and held it up for me. "You may."
I poured a thin, sticky stream near Nana's collarbone. The brown goo collected in a tiny pool for a moment, but quickly grew too heavy to stay still.
The syrup raced down the steep swell of Nana's bosom, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. It ran over her creamy skin until it crashed against the fluffy barrier of whipped cream.
Nana's breast was beautifully decorated. I squeezed the bottle and brought forth a glob that landed with a dull thud, creating a river of syrup that was twice as thick as the first. It flooded her chest like a tidal wave, rushing downhill to collide with the strawberry at full speed.
The syrup reached the pillowy plume of cream and clung to the sides. It followed the perimeter, creeping around the edges until the sticky stream met again at the bottom.
A small trickle of viscous goo dripped from the underside of Nana's hulking breast. It dribbled onto the floor, but I ignored the fat droplets splattering against the tile.
Nana lifted her deliciously decorated breast to my mouth. "Clean, Bunny."
My stomach, and my balls, growled with hunger. I encircled the puffy bed of cream with my mouth, flattening my tongue so I could peel the strawberry off of her like a sticker.
I think something happens in a person's brain when they taste sweet, sugary foods off their lover's body. It's as though we are tricked into thinking "this is what they taste like" on a subconscious level. My brain was already putty in Nana's hands, so it quickly took to the idea that she was so perfect that she literally tasted like sugar.
Syrup, cream, and fresh fruit danced across my taste buds, but they could not hold a candle to the electricity that coursed through my spine when my tongue brushed against Nana's nipple. The chill from the whipped cream had brought it to full attention, and I delighted myself in batting it around while trying to locate the edge of her fat, puffy areola with my tongue.
I ran my tongue through the stream of syrup, following it to the end. I placed wet, sticky kisses on Nana's neck and licked her glazed skin.
"How do I taste?" Nana cooed.
I licked my lips. "Like heaven."
I don't know what I was expecting would happen, but it felt natural to go with my impulses. To the surprise of no one, they told me to take my pants off just in case.
I greedily nursed on Nana's messy breast while fidgeting with my boxers. Thankfully, I had worn a loose enough pair that I could get them off with one hand. I was not sure if she noticed, given that I was feasting on her like a starved animal, but she surely took note when she wrapped her legs around me and felt my bare bottom on her heels.
"Careful now, Bunny." Despite the warning, she made no real effort to stop me.
I knew exactly what she was talking about. With her perched up on the counter, her unprotected pussy was in a dangerously perfect position. All that was stopping us was willpower. It was a precarious balancing act.
Nana's apron obscured anything below her waist from view, but I knew her body by heart. I knew the instant I flexed my cock -- which dragged it through her lush, slippery petals -- how close to having sex we really were.
The head of my cock rested neatly in her creamy opening, needing just one more push for the rest of the muscular pillar to follow it. Honey-soaked lips hugged the bulging helmet on all sides, sending waves of pleasure through my body with each miniscule constriction around the tip.
I longed to push further. Nana was so thoroughly drenched that it would have taken no effort to move my hips and slip inside. To feel her squeezing around my whole cock at once was all I wanted.
I was so singularly focused on that goal, lost in a dreamlike hypnosis, that I did not register Nana calling out my name with alarm in her voice. She grew more worried with each utterance, afraid I had lost my senses, until I finally clued in.
"Bunny!" Nana hollered, her eyes wider than moons.
"O-oh, shit." I shook my head to clear the daze, but could not find the faculties to move my cock from its warm pocket. "Sorry, Nana."
"Don't you feel that?" Nana was panicked, her breathing rushed. She was not willing to wait for an answer. "You're technically inside of me right now, Bunny! Can't you tell?"
"I-I guess so." For a mind so swarmed with thoughts and ideas, I could think of very little to say.
"Is this... I mean, this is too much. Right?" The authority figure, who had already set strict rules against penetration, battled the adventurous thrill seeker that coexisted inside of her.
Nana wanted to put her foot down, but, like me, she was getting exactly what she wanted and could not bring herself to call it off. "We should stop before you... before..."
"Before I what?" I wanted to hear her say it.
"You know, James. Look where your dick is right now!" Nana's eyes urged me to look down between us. She hurried to pull her apron out of the way, foolishly miscalculating what such a reveal would do to me.
Until she had pulled it aside, the incestuous scene had been obscured under the fabric curtain. Once revealed, I was astonished to witness with my own eyes the depths of our depravity.
My cock, throbbing like a heartbeat, bulged obscenely in the clutches of Nana's plush curtains. The helmet flared, stretching the snug ring along with it. The entire head had disappeared inside, leaving the shaft exposed.
"W-what should I do?" I was sincerely asking. I was not going to cross the line without consent. I gingerly pushed forward to show explicit intent, making my intentions clear while I waited for her to respond.
Nana recoiled impulsively. "No, no, Jamie. I can't -- not like this."
She hugged either side of my face with her hands and penetrated my soul with her stare. "I'm your grandmother. I'm not going to take your virginity like this."
"Like what?" I asked flatly.
Nana gestured to the room around us. "Oh, I dunno. Maybe I had something more special in mind than being hiked up on a counter with my tits still sticky from maple syrup!"
I apologized profusely while rushing to put my boxers on, stumbling over my words as pathetically as my hands did with my underwear. I felt like a right twit as I fumbled nervously with the bunched-up waistband.
"Hey, hey," Nana said softly as she climbed off the counter. "Slow down." She took hold of my wrists to stop me from fighting my underwear. She slung my arms around her shoulders and pulled me into her, manually initiating a hug. "I'm not mad, Bunny. What we have is special. We haven't rushed ourselves yet, and I don't want to start now."
I ran my fingers through her hair. "I know. You're right."
"Nana always is." She chuckled and broke our embrace. "The sooner you learn that, the better!"
"Hmm, patience. I hear you." I scratched my chin to act like I was thinking deeply. "So, you're saying tonight, then?"
Nana pushed me back and leapt off the counter, landing with her chest pressed against mine. She jabbed a finger into my shoulder like a five-foot-tall bouncer trying to make a point.
"I'm saying you should just trust me by now when I tell you that I have a plan." Nana arched an eyebrow. "Do you still trust me?"
I fell over myself confirming that I did, in fact, still trust her. No matter what she had in store, I knew it would be amazing, which is precisely what made being patient that much more difficult.
"What am I going to do with this, then?" I gestured to my cock, still mostly hard thanks to the lavish display of cream and syrup coating her breasts.
Nana shrugged. "Nothing."
I was convinced I'd misheard. "Nothing?"
She bent down to pick her apron off the floor. "Exactly. You'll have to wait, and trust that I have your best interests at heart."
"How long do I have to wait?"
Nana sighed. "That's part of the trust, Bunny. It could be tonight, it could be next week. I'm meeting a friend for tea in a few hours, and I don't want you obsessing over sex the whole time I'm gone."
My temple throbbed, but I had no cards to play. What had instead was a mountain of homework to get through. "You're dangerous."
She winked at me, then gestured towards the mess of dishes and half-cooked pancakes on the stove. "Finish cooking so we can eat together, okay? I'm gonna go get cleaned off."
I apologized once more for making such a mess of her tits, but we both knew that I did not mean it. I thought about going to join her in the shower, but figured that I had pushed my luck enough already. Like the good grandson I was, I finished preparing breakfast and set it up on the table.
Nana came back in a few minutes later, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I bemoaned the loss of the apron, and reminded her how good it looked on her.
She sat down at the table and picked up her cup of tea, inhaling the delicately scented vapors before turning her attention to me. "I'm not putting that thing back on -- not while you're horny! We won't even get through breakfast without making another mess."
That would have been fine with me.
I sat down across from her and pulled in my chair, greeting the stack of pancakes in front of me. Nana opted for a healthier alternative: a bowl of fruit and a single pancake.
She used roughly a third of the syrup that I did, and that - coupled with her tendency to choose tea over caffeinated bean water - made me reconsider the choice to liberally dump liquid sugar over every one of my pancakes.
I gestured to her plate. "You're only having one?"
She nodded, and bit a piece of pineapple off of her fork. "That's more than enough. They're not so good for you, Bunny."
I rolled my eyes. "I know, but they taste so good!"
Nana smiled sweetly, then raised her cup to take a sip. She peered at me over the rim, watching me shovel sugar-soaked breakfast cake into my mouth. When she set it down, she used her fork to pierce another chunk of pineapple.
She pointed the fruit at me. "There are healthy things that taste good, too. I don't know what it is about men and their aversion to eating healthy."
I shrugged off the accusation. "Look at our family; I never saw Grandpa eat a vegetable that wasn't on a cheeseburger, and my dad hasn't touched a salad since I was born."
Nana clicked her tongue, eyeballing the pineapple on her fork. "Exactly, sweetheart."
Heart attack. I remembered the fatal condition that had taken his life so many years prior.
She gave her head a shake, though I could tell she was playing up her disappointment to make a point. "You know, I didn't get to be as old as I am by eating cheeseburgers, honey." She popped the pineapple into her mouth and crushed it to pulp between her teeth. "Plus, women love a man who takes care of himself."
I pushed aside my half-eaten pancakes and reached my fork over to skewer a sliced grape. "Fine. Give me some of that."
Nana clapped excitedly. "Good boy, Bunny. Does this mean you'll have a salad for dinner, too?"
I scrunched my nose in disgust. "Baby steps. Salad is just an ingredient to put on cheeseburgers."
Nana rolled her eyes. "Now you really sound like your grandfather! Next you're gonna be telling me that we can't get a dog because it makes you--"
I chimed in, and we both finished the quote in unison. "Sneeze like the Dickens!"
I chuckled at my grandfather's memory, then asked Nana why she'd never gotten a dog after he'd passed away. I was surprised how freely she could talk about him without getting sad. I knew she had cherished their time together, but perhaps time had given her enough perspective to appreciate what we had without feeling like she was betraying him.
"I suppose I could have adopted one," she said. "I always wanted a dog, but I put it out of my mind while we were married, and never really thought about it after he passed."
"I think it would be hilarious to have a little Chihuahua running around the backyard."
Nana stuck out her tongue. "Ew, no. If we're getting a dog, we're getting a real one -- not some yippy little rat with fur!"
She used that word again: we. Without thinking twice about it, Nana was already including me in her plans for the future. It was hard not to get excited over the prospect of staying with her long after I graduated.
I cocked my head to the side with curiosity. "What other kinds of stuff do you wish you'd done? I don't necessarily mean regrets. Maybe like, stuff you wish you could do now that you have me?"
She chewed on her thumbnail for a moment, nibbling while she thought. Her eyes illuminated when the answer came to her. "Well, I've always liked being spanked. It's quite a thrill for me. It's been a long time since anyone's done that, though."
We had finished eating, so I picked up our plates and carried them to the sink. "But, I've slapped your butt, like, a dozen times before. Haven't I?"
Nana followed behind me with our empty mugs in hand. "Not like that, Bunny. I mean really giving me a good spanking."
I ached for more explicit details. "Like, how hard?"
She set the cups down in the sink, then slinked behind me a delivered a modest blow to my backside. If I had not been wearing shorts, I was sure she would have left a mark.
"Ow, Nana!" I yelped.
"Like, harder than that."
I turned around and caught the cheeky grin on her face. "Isn't that gonna hurt?"
She stepped close to me and placed her hands on my chest, creeping up onto her tiptoes so she was eye level with my nose. "If you do it right, it will hurt. That's kind of the point."
Shivers ran down my spine. "I can do that."
She leaned in to give me a prolonged kiss on the lips, wrapping her arms around my midsection to flatten her boobs against my chest. I looped my arms around her neck, returning her affectionate smooch with one of my own.
Her tongue fluttered against my lips, nudging them apart before it slipped inside. I flicked my tongue back at hers, but willingly ceded ground to let her slither further inside. The wet snakes tumbled together, writhing into a twisted knot as they wrestled frantically.
Nana purred into my open mouth. Between sloppy kisses, she made me an offer I could not refuse. "Do you... want to... tan with me?"
The previously mentioned mountain of homework loomed in the back of my mind, but I could not resist the desire to see Nana's tits packed into a tiny bathing suit.
I eagerly agreed, and rushed off to get changed into a tight pair of boxers that I knew would mold around my dick as soon as they got wet. Nana was not the only one that knew how to be a tease.
I arrived at the pool first, and made myself comfy in the black wicker lounge chair while I waited. The opposite chair, where Nana would sit, was connected to mine by a low table with a pane of glass on top.
The oak trees that lined the back side of the pool shook their leaves in the wind, dancing in the light breeze that blew through the backyard. They blocked out the view into the pool from the houses behind our house, while a tall, wooden fence on either side provided similar cover from the surrounding neighbours. The enclosed pool area was a secluded oasis, protected from the threat of prying eyes.
I had many memories of the fun my cousins and I had had around the pool as kids. We'd spent countless long hours running around in the sun.
I remembered how Grandpa used to wheel the ping pong table out of the basement and set it up near the pool. We would all take turns at batting the ball back and forth while the rest of the kids practiced their cannonballs in the deep end. Between that, and the frequent appearances of Nana's bouncing bosom when she'd bring us snacks, it had been my favorite place in the world.
The screen door creaked open and Nana exited the house, looking even better than she had in my dreams that morning. Unlike the bathing suit I had imagined her in, she approached the pool wrapped in a fuzzy brown towel. It was pinned under her armpits, completely covering whatever bathing suit she had chosen to surprise me with.
She clutched a paperback novel in one hand, and a bottle of tanning oil in the other. My dick throbbed as soon as I imagined myself applying the latter onto her luscious skin -- or, better yet, having her ask me to do it first.
"Hey, Bunny," she chimed happily. Hearing that nickname made my cock twitch, as though she were rewiring my brain to think of it as an exclusively sexual title.
I forwent niceties to cut right to the chase. "Do you need my help putting that stuff on?"
"Down, boy," she ordered, wagging a finger at me. "Down!"
Heat flushed my cheeks. "Okay, fine."
"If I let you put your hands on me again," she proclaimed, "your dick is gonna get hard and you won't want to stop."
She was absolutely right. I relied on her to keep my rampant horniness in check - which, in turn, gave her tremendous sexual power over me. That was made clear once again when she opened her towel and revealed that she was completely naked underneath it.
The astonishment on my face made her giggle. "Remember: patience, sugar." I wondered then just how many fractions of a GPA point separated Machiavellian genius from plausible deniability from utter disaster.
"But... but you're naked!" I whined pathetically. "That's so unfair!"
Nana pouted, turning her mouth down into an exaggerated frown. "I know, Bunny, you poor thing."
"Aren't you afraid someone will see?"
She picked up the tanning oil with a casual shrug. "Not really. I'm not necessarily opposed to a little casual nudity." A squirt of oil landed on her chest, splashing against her milky skin. Streams of it ran over the curve of her bulging breasts, then trickled into the fissure between them. "I just lost a bit of confidence in how I looked in the last few years."
She dipped a hand between her tits. Her greasy mitt pressed flat to her skin, tightly caressing her body as she began to smear the oil over her exposed flesh. "You changed that!" she said cheerfully. "I must look pretty good if a handsome young man like you wants to fuck me."
"I do! I really do!"
Nana did not seem to mind my overeagerness. "I know you do, Bunny, but we're being patient, right?"
I nodded solemnly. "We're being patient." I echoed her words so that she would know they had sunk in.
Confident that I would not jump her at any given second, Nana resumed patiently painting her body with tanning oil. Her shoulders and arms, then her tummy, thighs, and toes, all received a generous glaze that made them glisten in the sun. I held my breath all the way until she finished polishing the last tiny toe.
Nana closed the bottle and sat it on the ground beside her, watching me out of the corner of her eye while she did. "A lot of men would pay money to see me do that."
I raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to start charging me?"
She held a finger to her lips, thinking hard about the question. "Maybe I should. Lord knows how much money I could make off of a horndog like you."
I covered my heart with my hand, wounded by her words. "Me, a horndog? That hurts, Nana." Perhaps my words would have had more weight behind them had I not been ogling her breasts while I'd said them.
She opened her book to the dog-eared chapter. "You'll survive, sugar."
We lay in silence for a while, our thirsty skin soaking up sun beams whenever they broke through the wispy veil of clouds overhead. With the exceptions of Nana's soft, subtle nose whistling every time she inhaled and the occasional bird chirping from a nest hidden among the towering oak trees, there was very little sound to be heard.
Every so often, she would cut through the silence by turning a page in her book. It gave me a way to track the time, which I would have otherwise been lost in. The scene was so serene that, by simply closing my eyes, I was able to drift into a peaceful state of semi-consciousness.
Eventually, Nana set her book down. The sound of it thudding against the glass table between us roused me from my sleepy trance. Though I stirred, I did not open my eyes.
I waited for her to say or do something, but all she did was watch me. That was an assumption, of course, but even with my eyes closed I believed that I could feel the weight of her stare.
Her lounge chair creaked as she readjusted her weight. "Bunny?"
I let out an ugly snore and smacked my lips a couple of times.
Nana huffed out of her nose, stifling her laughter. "That wasn't very convincing. Wanna try again?"
I let out a louder, more grotesque snort that made her emit a high-pitched giggle. I loved the sound of her laughter, and could not stop from smiling when the blessed notes hit my ear.
My cover was blown, so I opened my eyes and turned onto my side to look at Nana. "Oh, good morning."
She rolled her eyes. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Can I come over for a minute?"
I would never deny such a request, so I scooted over to make room for her. Nana climbed out of her lounge and came to lay next to me, wedging her body between me and the armrest. She curled up against my chest, hiking up one of her legs so that it straddled my waist like a seatbelt.
"Mmmm," she purred happily. "That's better."
I kissed the top of her head, nuzzling my nose into her luscious white hair. I closed my eyes and breathed in deep, doing everything in my power to manually turn the moment into a core memory.
Nana dragged her fingernails through my chest hair. "Can I ask you something?"
I kissed her scalp again. "Anything."
"Are you happy?"
I paused. "Like, right now?"
She shook her head. "No. I mean, like, about where your life is going."
"I guess so? Doctors make a lot of money. Who wouldn't want that?"
Nana looked up at me, her head resting on my shoulder. "I wouldn't."
"You don't like money?"
She pursed her lips, then lifted her hand to stroke the side of my face. "I don't need money. So, if you didn't need money, what would you do?"
I paused again, but there was only one answer I could think to give. "I would stay here."
"For how long?"
I did not have to think for a single second in order to answer that one, I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Forever."
Nana sighed. "That's what I was afraid of." The puzzled expression on my face encouraged her to explain further. "I can't let you throw away your future for me."
"Why do I have to throw away my future to be with you? Can't I do both?"
Nana chewed in the inside of her cheek. "You can, I suppose. But you haven't seen the world, you don't even know what you're giving up."
"But I would have to give you up in order to go find it."
She nodded. "You would."
I released a sigh that came from the bottom of my lungs. "If I give you up, Nana, it has to be for something that makes me feel like you do-- like the most special person in the entire world!" I bent down to touch our foreheads together. "I don't think I'm going to find that anywhere else."
Her eyes darted back and forth between mine. "And you're sure you don't want to find out? What if you're wrong, James?"
I hugged her tightly. "Nothing that makes me feel this incredible could be wrong. I love you, Nana, and that's never gonna change."
I did not care who else existed in the world, no matter how happy they might make me. Everything I had experienced in the past paled in comparison to how Nana made me feel. She was what I wanted to pursue, more than any university degree.
Unfortunately, were I to give up school for her, it would confirm every bad thing my mother believed about me. A woman, and my horniness, driving me to drop out of school was not something that I could allow to happen, and Nana knew that.
"Promise me," she said, "that you won't let whatever we have get in the way of your degree. You have to graduate, or I'll always feel like I held you back. After that, we can figure the rest out."
I definitely did not want her to feel that way. Nana made me feel like I could do anything, and so I wanted to prove to her that it was more than a feeling. I promised her that I would succeed, and I believed it.
We would have continued to lie on the lounge chairs until the sun went down, but a quick check of my phone informed Nana that she was already running late for tea with her friend.
She climbed off of me. "Oh, shoot! I've got to go, Bunny."
She threw the brown towel around her naked body and raced inside to get changed. I lumbered after her, lazily following her inside with nothing but homework to look forward to.
I sank into my desk chair and opened my laptop, pushing from my mind the lurid images of Nana's naked, greasy body that I so desperately wished to masturbate to. With her plea ringing in my ears, though, I was able to keep studying until she came in to say goodbye.
She stood behind me, pressing her warm, pillowy tits against my upper back. She leaned in and wrapped her arms around my neck, then lowered her face next to mine so that our cheeks were touching. "Working hard? Or--"
"Nana," I interrupted. "If you say 'hard at work' I'm going to lose my focus."
She hummed softly, then planted a kiss on the side of my neck. "I'll be gone for a couple hours. Don't miss me too much, okay?"
I grunted my disapproval. "You ask too much of me."
Faced with the impossible task of keeping her off of my mind, I dove back into my homework the second she left. The difference between love and lust is what gave me the energy and focus I needed to make some decent progress while she was away. I couldn't stop thinking about her, but I could - just barely - choose to focus on her hopes and fears rather than on her beautiful body.
Even at that, I grew listless after an hour or so. My thoughts wandered, and arrived at the other parts of Nana every time they did. I could not sit still for a second longer, and convinced myself that I had done enough to earn a break.
I got up and exited my room, nonchalantly peering out of the front window to see if Nana's car was back in the driveway. Finding it empty, I was instantly inundated with cravings.
I wanted to jerk off, but felt guilty about letting her down. That shame gave me the strength to deny myself the momentary pleasure, sacrificing it for a much, much greater reward later on-- as she had promised.
I had long since grown bored of channel surfing, so rather than sink onto the couch, I opted to explore a little bit. It did not feel like snooping, since Nana had never forbade me from roaming the house, so I decided to rifle through the cardboard boxes in the garage.
They were stacked to the ceiling. Some were blank, but others had exact descriptions of what they contained. I outright dismissed anything that had "Christmas" in the name, but after scanning some of the other labels, I decided that the unlabeled ones represented my best hope of finding an effective distraction.
In them, I found everything from children's toys, to empty Tupperware, to sweaters she had knit for her grandchildren that we had grown too big for but that she could not bring herself to throw away.
Multiple boxes were packed with photo albums, some of which were thicker than a dictionary. I cracked open one of the ancient tomes, dust puffing from the pages as I set it down.
Some of the photos were recent enough that I appeared in them, but most of the images were from long before I'd been born. In the ones that had been taken a full decade before my birth, Nana was as gorgeous as she had been the day I had moved in with her.
She looked nearly the same as she had when she'd left for tea, though the woman staring back at me in the photos was almost thirty years younger. Yes, the passage of time had put a few extra wrinkles on her face, and dulled the sandy blonde hair that she had once sported, but other than that she looked almost identical. The warmth of her smile, her posture, and the light in her eyes had not changed a bit.
After the third box of photo albums, I searched for anything that wasn't more of those. To my nostalgic delight, I stumbled upon a box of ping pong equipment that had been kept in such good condition that I immediately recognized my signature paddle.
The paint on the handle had worn off, but Grandpa had replaced the leather faces a couple of times to ensure that they never became tattered.
I held the relic in my hand. It was a powerful symbol of the past, and it was destined for better things than another few decades of boxed solitude. I tucked the paddle into my waistband and packed up the box.
I had no idea how much time had passed, but Nana was still not home. I was frustrated, even though I had no right to be. She had her own life to live, and could not make her entire day revolve around me.
Overcome with boredom, and still a bit too relaxed from the lounging I'd done out by the pool, I figured a nap would do me well. The last thing I wanted was to be when Nana came home was tired.
made for my bedroom, and once there I tucked the ping pong paddle away in my bedside drawer so I would not lose it.
The breeze outside did not reach my bedroom, so I stripped down to my boxers to ensure I would not be too hot. I threw a thin blanket over myself and lay down on the covers. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling fan as it slowly rotated. I followed the blades with my eyes, spinning in slow circles until, eventually, I was lulled into a peaceful slumber.
I do not remember dreaming, or for how long I was asleep, but when I awoke it was due to the weight of a beautiful woman lowering herself onto me.
My lids fluttered open, and when my eyes were done focusing, they took in the sight of my grandmother straddling me with an enormous smile on her face.
She was wearing the same outfit she'd been in when she'd left - a frilly white blouse, with a blue skirt covering her lower half - which suggested that she had raced to my room the second she'd gotten home. Since she was dressed, I lowered my guard. Had she been naked, horny alarm bells would have started blaring in my brain.
"Good morning, sleepyhead-- again!" she shook her tits back and forth to entice me into waking up. The more they wobbled, the more my senses returned to me.
I blinked hard to remove the sleep from my eyes. "I'm awake, I'm awake!"
"Are you, Bunny? Are you sure you're all here?" It sounded like she was teasing me, but I couldn't understand the how of it.
"Um, I think so?"
She shrugged and sat back, putting her weight on my legs. "If you say so. Just wondering if you're paying attention."
I could not begin to imagine what she was talking about. "Nana, I'm awake!"
She put a finger to the corner of her mouth. "I dunno, you must have been awfully tired. You didn't even stir when I took your boxers off a minute ago."
The mention of my dick made me instinctively clench up. The unexpected erection between my legs, which could arguably be diagnosed as morning wood in spite of the time on the clock, flexed its muscular length in tune with my contraction. I had not realized before that moment that I was hard, but there was more at play than a simple boner.
I noticed that, when my dick flexed, Nana reacted with a small, startled jump, as though she had been poked in the ribs. Her eyes lit up, and a tiny gasp escaped her lips, the corners of which then turned up into a devilish grin.
"Oh!" she bleated. "Hello there, Bunny."
I flexed again, that time paying special attention to my cock. I tightened up, driving my dick upward as blood rushed to the tip, and noticed that it nudged against something warm, and very, very wet.
My eyes widened, causing Nana's smile to grow in equal measure. She bent down so that her heavy breasts squashed against my chest, and brushed the tip of her nose over mine.
"Y-you're..." I stammered nervously.
With her eyes, Nana gestured for me to follow her gaze and look between her legs. Everything from the waist down was covered by her blue skirt, but as she pinched the corners of it, I realized all at once what she had been hinting at all along.
She picked up the garment in her fingers and lifted it into the air, exposing to my ravenous stare the full extent of her nudity. Her pussy, and the fluffy, white fur that covered it, stared back at me.
My dick was nestled between her folds, hugged on either side by her wet, pudgy petals. Only the menacing, inflated red mushroom could be seen poking out from underneath the woolly fibers of her cunt hair.
"Surprise," she whispered haughtily.
"You're bottomless!" I spat out, confirming my suspicion with another decisive flex that drove my dick deeper into Nana's creamy cunt.
"Very," she touted confidently. "I thought you would have noticed sooner."
"Why?"
"Well, I don't know if you can tell, but-" She reached between her legs and pushed a couple of fingers into her pussy, then brought them up to my mouth to brush the tangy syrup against my tongue. "-I'm really, really wet. It was like this all afternoon!" Her thick honey liquefied on my taste buds when it merged with my saliva. "I don't think I can wait until tonight. Can you?"
"Fuck no," I grumbled.
"Good boy," she cheered. "Can you take my top off?"
Nothing would have made me happier, except getting to fuck her. Considering how that very thing was poised to happen, I eagerly ripped her blouse and bra off of her body and threw them onto the floor.
Nana leaned down and lay her bulky breasts on me again, suffocating me under their tremendous weight. It felt a thousand times better than it had when she'd still been wearing her blouse.
She cradled the sides of my head with her forearms and brought her lips as close to mine as she could without having them touch. Her steamy breath coiled under my nose, tingling my nostrils with the aroma of peppermint tea.
She kissed me briefly, then said, "Clench."
"My dick?"
She nodded. "Make him hard for me."
I needed no coaxing, and with a firm squeeze of my ass cheeks I made my dick as rigid as I could.
Nana purred with glee and delivered another juicy smooch. "Perfect, Bunny. Just like that."
She lifted her ass off me to give my cock some room to maneuver. "Now, stay still while I..." She trailed off while moving her hips in circles, fumbling blindly in search an angle that would guide me into her.
I supposed that she wanted to challenge herself to insert me without using her hands. It only took a few rotations for her to hit the target, and I knew she had done so the moment I felt her snug, steamy sheath stretch around the bulbous knob at the end of my cock. It slid effortlessly into the creamy groove, nestling into the mouth of her cunt with every intention of sinking deeper.
Nana's brow was tightly knitted in concentration, but her focus quickly crumbled as lust overtook her. "H-holy fuck! Oh Jesus, Jamie!"
I was only as far inside of her as I had been in the kitchen earlier that day, but having her willingly embrace me made all the difference. Without the anxiety and worry that plagued her when I had her up on the counter, Nana was free to succumb to the pleasure that had nearly driven me to jump the gun before she'd been ready. The ecstasy on her face made it worth the wait.
She sank back on her haunches, packing more of my cock into her birth canal the further down she sat. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was permanently agape in the shape of a small circle. Her lips trembled, but their nervous quiver did not match the confidence with which she stuffed another girthy helping of dick into her body. Nothing would deter her from taking me to the root.
The soggy tunnel of flesh convulsed around me, tenderly squeezing my cock every inch of the way as it journeyed towards her molten center. The heat inside of her could have cooked an egg without breaking the shell, and as I trudged deeper into the soggy pocket, I feared that its oppressive warmth would make me orgasm before I reached the bottom.
Nana knew me well enough to have learned, through feel alone, when I was close to cumming, and she was not shy about voicing her opinion on the matter.
"Don't," she pleaded. "Don't you dare cum yet, Bunny."
I curled my toes, desperate to do anything that would keep the dam from bursting. "Nana, I can't! You have no idea how good it feels."
She shushed me, and blew a stream of cool air over my face. "Shh, shh, sweetheart. Do you think I can make it to the bottom?"
I did not think so, but I wanted to make her believe that I could. "Yeah, yeah I can do that. But what do I do when I cum?"
Nana stroked my cheek with the back of her hand. "You know you can cum inside me, right, Bunny?"
"Really?"
She chuckled. "Of course you can. Unless you'd rather me swallow again?"
"No! No, I want to. I fucking want to."
She petted my face. "Then just relax; we're almost done."
I was not sure if she was kidding, but just in case she was being serious I informed her of the reality. "No we aren't."
Nana gave me a puzzled look, then tilted her head to gaze down and see that - to her surprise, which she announced by way of a soft "whoa" - my cock was only halfway in.
She looked up at me again and chuckled in amazement. "Holy Christ, Jamie. Your dick is huge!"
"I... er, thank you?" I had never received such a compliment.
Nana growled hungrily. "Can you hold on for just three more seconds? Count for me, and as soon as you hit three, you can cum."
It sounded too good to be true. I began to count, naively thinking that I would actually make it all the way to three.
Before I was done with "two," Nana had thrown her blubbery bottom into my lap and buried my entire cock in her swampy cunt. I cried a monstrous howl, digging my claws into her ass the second that her cheeks touched down.
My fingers sank into the pliable dough, and I would not relax my grip on the fleshy stress balls until I was finished. I dug at the bed covers with my heels, pushing hips upward with all my might, as though I could somehow delve deeper despite her spongy cervix kissing my piss slit at that very moment.
The mouth of her womb nuzzled my cock head, giving it something to throb against as the first burst of cum flew from the tip. My dick seized, hurling another pulpy rope into her tummy.
Nana collapsed on me, indecent wails bellowing from deep in her stomach. Her body spasmed each time I gifted her another helping of cum, as though trying to draw my seed further inside with every contraction.
I bucked wildly, grinding with Nana as she milked the life essence out of me through a series of vigorous pussy hugs. She was begging for it, and not just with her body. Her mouth, right next to my ear, seductively encouraged me to give her everything I had. "Good boy, such a good boy for Nana. Gimmie all that cum, Bunny."
I let go of her ass cheeks, my fingers stiff from the force of their grip, and wrapped an arm around the small of her back. The other, I used as a collar around the back of her neck to hold her close to me, pinning her body to mine until I was done with her.
"Oh my fucking God!" she cried out. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!"
I felt as though my orgasm would stretch on for another hour. Every time Nana squeezed down on me, it breathed new life into my dick and coaxed out what I thought - incorrectly, multiple times - to be the last drop.
When the final waves of pleasure had coursed through my body, I finally unwound. I realized how firmly I had clamped my hand around the back of Nana's neck, and so I began to release her, but she resisted the second she felt the pressure release.
"No, no," she pleaded. "Hold me, please."
I cradled Nana's body, brushing my palm up and down her spine while my dick slowly softened inside of her. The occasional compression of her slickened walls would awaken it, preventing me from fully losing my erection. It was impossible to go entirely soft while continuing to steep in that rich ambrosia of cum and cunt honey.
Nana knew that, and gave me a particularly strong hug before she folded her arms on my chest, making a bed on which to rest her chin. She stared up at me with a fantastic glimmer in her eyes.
"You just came inside of me," she announced proudly.
"You're damn right I did!"
"How did you like it, Bunny?" She punctuated her question with another squeeze.
I sighed with disappointment. "Apparently so much that I couldn't last more than one stroke!"
Nana did not seem to mind the early eruption. "We'll work on that next time."
I snapped to attention, but before I could ask the obvious question, she was already confirming my wildest dreams to be reality. "Yes, yes. There will be a next time. I miss dick, Bunny."
I snorted. "Jesus, Nana!"
She blushed and scrunched up her nose. "Don't judge me! I miss having sex. Sue me."
That was a court case that would have made national headlines. "Grandmother Sued Over Infatuation With Grandson's Penis!" There would be no less favorable way for my parents to find out the truth of why I wanted to stay at Nana's house.
Nana rolled off of me and snuggled in the crook of my arm. "I'm glad you liked your surprise."
That comment reminded me that I had a surprise of my own, and I reached into the bedside drawer with my free arm to fish the ping pong paddle out of it.
"Where the heck did you get that old thing?" she asked.
I shrugged, rotating the paddle in my hand so that she got a good look at both sides. "I got bored and started going through boxes in the garage while you were out. I found all the old table tennis stuff, and thought we could make use of this."
Nana raised an eyebrow. "Use it how?"
I pointed the paddle at her nose. "I ask the questions around here, young lady."
She snorted like a piglet. "Young lady? Who do you think you're talking to?"
I nudged Nana off of my arm and sat up with my back braced against the headboard. I stretched my legs out in front of me, then snapped my finger and pointed to my lap.
"Come," I commanded firmly.
Nana crawled over and assumed the position of a misbehaving brat over my knee, with her head to the left of me. She placed her ass squarely in my lap, grinding her fuzzy bush against my crotch.
With her head resting on her folded arms, she turned to look at me. "This sounds silly, but I'm a bit nervous. It's been a while since anyone did this to me."
I refused to let her get away with euphemisms. "Since you let somebody batter your cheeks until they turned red?"
Nana's face flushed a similar shade to the one I planned to impart upon her bottom, but her smile revealed the extent to which she enjoyed the depravity. "Gosh, Bunny! You don't have be so blunt."
I cupped one of her cheeks in my empty hand and jiggled it about. "But you love it. Don't you, Nana?"
She bit her lower lip mischievously. "I don't have to admit that to you."
I was surprised to find I had no compunctions treating her like the brat she was so expertly portraying. I set a trap by asking her a question whose answer I planned to interrupt. I gave her the chance to be obedient, though I knew she would fail to do so. "Are you going to be a good girl, or not?"
Nana stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry. "How are you gonna make me do--"
THWACK
I brought the paddle down onto her left cheek, the one closest to me. The sudden impact made her whole body tense up, her knuckles drained of color as she gripped the bedsheets. "--Fuck, Jamie!"
Her back had been arched, but the pain had made her thrust her pussy into my crotch as far as it would go, instinctively trying to escape from the assailant who had just left its mark on her backside.
The brand name was etched, in raised lettering, near the bottom of the paddle's face. I hoped that, with enough force, I would be able to imprint the letters so deeply into her pliable flesh that they could be read at a distance.
I rubbed the small of her back with one hand, while raising the paddle with the other. "I asked you a question, Nana."
She grumbled. "Yes, Bunny. I will be good."
I did not think it would be so easy to get her under my thumb. Apparently, there existed within Nana a woman that longed to be dominated by a firm hand. "Good. Now, what do good girls do after every spanking?"
She thought for a moment, shuffling awkwardly in my lap. "They... they count?"
I wondered if she was familiar with the game, or if I was just that predictable. "Exactly, they count. Let's take turns, so you don't lose track."
Regardless of her experience with the submissive role, she fell into it - or perhaps, back into it - with perfect form.
The cheek I had smacked was already turning a soft pink color, but I was not yet done with it. I cupped the mound of wounded flesh in my hand. "What number are we on right now?"
Nana groaned. "Just one."
I swung the paddle down with more strength than the first time. It collided with the rogue landing pad, turning it a darker shade of pink as ripples spread through her skin.
The impact made a sharp crack -- a gunshot that was still quieter than the noise of her helpless yelping. She cried out as pain crept through her skin, and her body curled up to avoid another bludgeoning.
"Two," I announced calmly.
Nana's eyes were closed tightly, and her furrowed brow make deep creases in her forehead. "Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me that hurts!"
Pangs of guilt stuck my heart. "Is that too rough?"
She blinked a couple times, then focused her eyes on me as though she were fighting blurry vision from how hard she had them shut. With a firm shake of her head, she said, "No, no. It's supposed to hurt."
That excited me greatly. "Should I do it harder, then?"
Nana grinded her cunt in my lap. Fighting her body's natural inclination for comfort, she winced and nodded her head in confirmation.
"Harder, harder," she chanted.
I was not going to let her down, and charged up a mighty swing that landed directly where the first two had fallen. A sickening clap of thunder nearly popped my eardrums, but it was twice as tough on Nana.
Nana gave a yelp that could have shattered a wine glass. Her toes were ten little commas, curled so tightly that the pads of her big toe were pressed against the ball of her foot. "Jesus fuck! That fucking hurts!"
I had never heard my grandmother devolve into such profane language before. Something about being bent over my knee and having her rump paddled had turned her into a completely different person.
I raked my fingernails over her reddened cheek, grazing her skin as lightly as I could. "Count, or we stop."
It was paradoxical that threatening to stop the pain incited obedience. "Three! Three!" She jostled her fat cheeks to the sides in an effort to evade my tickling, making the bright red mountain crash into its alabaster sister. "Don't tickle, that's so mean!"
I paddled her bruised cheek a fourth time. "Four. Now, stay still, Nana."
I swapped the paddle into my left hand. The other - as though it were seeking her forgiveness for such exhibiting such violence - gently caressed the inside of her left leg, just above the knee. It travelled upward, gliding up her thigh until the top of my pointer finger was wedged between the sodden lips of her drooling cunt.
Honey dripped over my fingers, covering every digit in a lurid layer of slippery sauce. When she had ridden me, there'd been no denying how wet she had been, but it paled in comparison to how juicy she had become after a few simple spanks.
With my fingers flush against her pussy, I slid my hand further down so that they trudged through her slit. I brushed her protruding clit, which had grown to the size of a small, fleshy grape. The second I nudged it, Nana's legs shot straight out behind her and tensed to their fullest.
"Oh, ohhh, ohhhh!" she howled, her entire body trembling.
I fit the swollen bead between my first and middle finger, then gently petted her pussy so that it slid between them with each stroke. My thumb was perfectly aligned with her opening, so all I had to do was push forward in order to submerge the digit into the soggy sheath.
Nana purred loudly, occasionally bucking her hips whenever I would pass over a certain spot that she seemed to particularly enjoy. I paid special attention to those spots, and actively manipulated them to put her in back into a permanently arched state.
I gradually relaxed the pressure, imparting softer and slower strokes until my hand was at rest. The moment I stopped moving, Nana looked up at me to inquire why I had stopped.
I did not give her the chance to speak, and cracked the wooden paddle flat across her right ass cheek - the first blow it had suffered by then - before she could utter a single word. Even with the angle that my arm was bent at to paddle her, it was easy to generate enough force behind my swings to ensure that Nana felt the sting.
The smack made her pussy clamp down on my thumb, cutting off circulation. I curled it to press against her G-spot and dug down so that each following compression drove it against that fleshy pleasure switch. Each wave of sensation, whether it was pain or something else, made her clit throb between my fingers.
She panted with her mouth open. "What... what number are we on?"
I flogged her snow-white cheek a few times, cracking my wrist like a whip to make each spanking as sharp as possible. Between each strike, I taunted her. "You-- tell-- me!"
Nana shrieked for mercy, tightening the stranglehold of her pussy around my thumb. "I don't know! I don't know!"
I popped my thumb out and lodged it against her asshole, pressing hard enough to smooth some of the wrinkles out of the tiny, puckered hole. "Then you should be punished. Don't you think?"
She sucked a breath that quivered as she released it. "Oh, Bunny. I don't know about that."
I could feel how tense she became at the mere suggestion of anal, but she hadn't told me to stop. With a generous glaze of her juices on my thumb, the fat digit was just slippery enough to worm into the tiny tunnel.
I pushed harder, embedding my entire thumbnail into her asshole. The snug ring of muscle gradually relaxed as I pushed. I wiggled my thumb back and forth, slowly loosening her to allow another small portion to ease into her cozy chamber.
"W-whoa," Nana bemoaned, her mouth agape.
"New feeling?" I asked.
She nodded. "Very. I don't... I've never--"
"Shh. I'll go slowly."
She nodded more eagerly that time, displaying her willingness to cede control with faith that I would not abuse it.
"Slowly," she parroted, reassuring herself more so than insisting to me.
Her cunt practically gushed into my palm, flooding my fingers with such a merciless deluge of syrup that the sheets would require a change. Nana was scared, but that fear did not dissuade her excitement.
I inched forward, sinking into the snug burrow with nothing more than a few soft whimpers from Nana. Unfortunately for her, the length of my thumb meant that we had a few solid seconds of pushing before her ring actually reached the final knuckle. In that time, she did her best to take deep breaths that settled her against the foreign sensation of my finger trudging through her guts.
By the time my thumb had gone as far as it could go with taking more extreme measures, she had still fully not relaxed. The elastic ring around the base of my thumb constricted so tightly that I feared it would snap it off if I moved too erratically. I wormed about, prying her open little by little.
Nana's face was contorted beyond recognition. "Oh, my. That feels strange."
"Bad strange?" I piped up.
She grumbled softly. "I guess not. Just... weird, is all. Can you..." She trailed off.
"Can I what?"
"Can you, like, wiggle it a bit more?"
I dug against the walls of crushed velvet. "Like that?"
Nana's mouth opened to a wide circle, her eyebrows raised into a suspended state of surprise. "Whoa, whoa! Oh, that feels so weird, Bunny!"
I slid out an inch or so, and felt the tunnel collapse behind me. I would not stand for that, and immediately dove back in to stretch the depths of her bowels once more. The rubbery seal once again strangled my thumb in a death grip.
I repeated the action a few times, sawing my thumb in and out of my grandmother's virgin asshole until I felt the vice start to loosen. All the while, my fingers maintained their steady stroking of her puffy clit. The pink pearl distended slightly from her body in a desperate plea for attention, greeting me happily each time I passed over it.
Just as she fell under the spell of my fingers, I swung the paddle down on her battered cheek and shocked her senses. I was fully anticipating a scolding for being so cavalier with the spankings, but Nana's body decided to say something very different.
Both of her holes seized up at the same time, her pussy doing so with such intensity that one would be forgiven if they thought it was breathing. I thought at first that it was just another response to the pain of being struck, but my naivety was quickly dispelled by Nana's eager pleas.
"Put them in! Put them in!" she wailed at a frighteningly high pitch.
"My fingers?"
"Yes, your fucking fingers! Pussy, Bunny! Pussy!"
I understood at once that Nana was about to cum, and she did not want to do it while empty. I removed my fingers from her clit and raised the two of them to her pussy, which was drenched beyond compare. One thrust was all it took to plunge to the bottom, and when I felt her spongy cervix under my fingertips, I knew I was home.
With my thumb still lodged in her asshole, I pinched it and my two fingers together so that they almost met together in the middle. Only a thin, slippery wall of flesh separated them, and Nana seemed to take great delight in feeling me roll my fingers back and forth like I was smoothing out the bumpy folds in either hole.
I paddled her without restraint, clapping her reddened rump so hard that her screeches - those that she did not dump into the mattress - were drowned out by the roar of thunderous applause.
Nana choked the life out of my fingers, cracking my joints with her powerful compressions. It was not enough to deter me, and I soldiered on despite the ache in my bones. If she could handle it, then I knew that I could, too.
She curled her body around my lap, tucking her knees against one leg and arching her back so that her elbows were pressed against the other. Her entire body shuddered as the aftershocks of her orgasm ran rampant through her limbs.
As she slowly unwound, which was easier said than done, I slowed the impact of my spankings until they reached a natural end. I did not want to stop all at once; momentum dictated that I play the coda to its final note. By the time I was done, Nana was nothing more than a puddle on my lap.
"Oh, Bunny," she groaned.
I soothed her stinging backside with a rubdown. "I'm here, Nana."
"That was wonderful."
I brought my hand to my mouth and kissed the heel of my palm, then planted the smooch vicariously onto her bottom through a few playful pats on the bright red flesh. "I can't believe you came from that, but not from sex!" I hoped that I'd managed to hide the dejection in my voice, but Nana caught it right away.
She laughed me off. "Maybe if you'd lasted a bit longer, I would have."
I threw my head back with a groan. "I tried my best!"
She quickly scurried off of my lap and lay her body, still heaving with heavy breaths, onto my chest. "I know, sweetheart. I loved every second of it." Her lips pressed to my knuckles. "Sex is a skill. We can practice it together."
That filled me with hope. "But, still... just from getting spanked? I guess you really like it."
Nana grinned. "I really do. It's one of my favorites -- but you're pretty good with your fingers, too."
Then it was my turn to grin. "You let me put them in some very interesting places."
With a nod, she extended one of my fingers and put it against her lips. She opened her mouth and swallowed it up to the first knuckle, then battered it with a series of sloppy tongue lashings before popping it out.
"Nobody's ever done that to me before."
My interest was piqued, but I tried to sound less excited than I actually was. "Did you like it?"
She thought for a moment, then nodded her head slowly, as though she were coming to terms with the answer in real time. "I think so? It felt weird at first. Kind of hurt a bit, but then it started to feel good."
I made a deal that I hoped would be too good to pass up. "Well, I promise to spank you again, if you promise to let me in there again."
Nana was so excited by the promise of future butt battering that she completely ignored the rest of the deal. "Really? You will?"
"If..."
She rolled her eyes. "I heard you! The answer is yes, jeez!"
Perhaps I was underestimating her adoration of the act. I could have probably asked her to cut me a check for a million dollars, and she would have said yes, so long as I fulfilled my promise to paddle her to her heart's content. Then again, at that very moment, I'm not sure I would've considered a million dollars as valuable as VIP backdoor access.
Nana rubbed my stomach while putting kisses on the side of my neck. She crept towards my cheek, marking her territory with little pecks as she traversed my skin. With just a few more steps, her mouth had wandered over to mine in search of kisses that I gave happily.
I cupped her swollen ass cheek in my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, but even that touch was enough to make her squirm.
She moaned into my open mouth while we exchanged messy tongue kisses. "When are you gonna be ready for round two?"
I wondered if she was serious - if she hadn't felt how hard I'd become after just a few minutes of making out. If she hadn't, she was about get a surprising poke in the ribs.
I raised my hips and jabbed the spongy helmet into the side of her stomach, opening my eyes so that I could see her react to the sudden stabbing.
Her eyes shot wide open and her brow knitted together in confusion. "You poor thing! When did he get hard again?"
I grinned. "Just happened."
She brushed our noses together. "Did you get all big and hard from making out with your grandmother, young man?"
I nodded guiltily. "Yes, Nana."
The beautiful woman plastered to my chest leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Should we take care of him, Bunny?" Her breath was heated steam against my skin.
"Pretty please," I begged with an exaggerated pout.
She touched our foreheads together, then flicked her tongue out to lash across my lips. "I can't say no to a good boy with good manners."
Nana gave me one last parting kiss, then raised herself up on her knees. She bent over at the waist, burying her face in the mattress with her back arched so that her glorious, plump ass pointed straight into the air.
"Fuck," I muttered. "You look so good on your hands and knees."
Nana turned her head sideways to face me and blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. "I always forget that you're new to this stuff. You're gonna love doggy style, sugar."
I acted naive, stroking my chin as I analyzed her form. "Hmm, so this is doggy style, you say?"
She rolled her eyes with an amused chuckle. "Yes, honey. This--" She wagged her tail, making the blubber rock side to side. "--is what they call doggy style."
I nodded thoughtfully. "I think I like it."
"Woof, woof, Bunny," she barked sarcastically, though her smile was sincere. I believed that she enjoyed being the first woman to expose me to so many new, exciting things.
"Hurry now," she said, further encouraging me with a pat on her butt. "Come mount this puppy!"
I climbed onto my knees and scooted behind her. The anticipation made my legs shake. I was not nervous around Nana, but rather excited to be reunited with the fabled vagina that had birthed an entire lineage. Our family tree was not as vast as others, but I was proud of my grandmother for the role she'd played in helping it grow.
I doubt that she ever expected to have one of her own children's offspring, a generational gap of more than forty years, gazing upon her womanhood with such lust.
A tuft of fuzzy, white hair poked from between Nana's pudgy thighs. The deep, pink crease that it shrouded was slick with syrup, a visual representation of how easily one would sink to the bottom of the gooey swamp. Her asshole was the round, wrinkled jewel atop her magnificent pussy, and with each methodical clench she performed - well aware that I was watching intently - I felt my dick throb in response to its lustful call.
I put my hands on her hips and shuffled between her legs. The head of my cock prodded her opening, knocking on the door to her greasy burrow. I nudged her lips apart and dipped inside to engulf my puffy knob in her warmth once more. With the parting of her curtains, she accepted me inside, permitting inch after inch of rigid meat to sink into the heated den.
I gripped her ass with both hands, making white marks in the reddened flesh where my fingers dug in. My thighs pressed flat against her fat rump, and that, along with her silky cunt hairs tickling my balls, told me that I was at the bottom. I flexed, and felt the rubbery mouth of Nana's cervix push back against me.
As though I needed any further assurance, she confirmed my suspicions through a guttural utterance. "Oh, sweetheart. You're so deep!"
I nudged her womb a couple of times, flattening the spongy dome against her back wall as I flexed to inflate it as much as I could. I wanted her to feel as full as possible, and to know that I was the one filling her.
Nana ground into me with a low, seductive growl. "You're doing that on purpose."
"What? This?" I acted innocent, but a timely clench made it clear that I was anything but.
"Uh-huh, that," she grunted. "Jesus, Bunny. Your dick is huge!"
I wondered if she were simply serving me platitudes like any ordinary grandmother would. Of course she would tell me that my dick was big, but I was not sure if she truly meant it. I wanted to be sure.
"You're not just saying that, Nana?"
The idea that she was hamming it up must have been ridiculous enough to make her laugh. She reached a hand out toward me, her face still pressed into the sheets, and snapped her fingers.
"Gimmie your hand," she commanded.
Without a clue, I put my wrist in her hand and allowed her to guide me under her tummy. She took my fingers and pressed them down just below her belly button, then moved them in small circles.
"Can you feel that?" she asked.
"Feel what?"
Nana craned her neck to peer over her shoulder. "That's where your dick is right now, sweetheart. It's so deep that it's hitting my tummy from the inside."
Her words excited me so greatly that I clenched up -- inadvertently that time -- and inflated the bulbous mass plugging her guts.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed. "Don't get too excited, Bunny. If you get any bigger, you're gonna burst right out of me!"
I bent over and kissed her back. "I think you're doing a great job."
"Thank you, sugar. Now--" She clicked her tongue and patted her fat bottom twice. "--enough sweet talking. Be a good boy and fuck your grandmother, please."
It was my first time in the driver's seat, and I tried not to reveal how awkward I felt with each unpracticed thrust of my hips.
My amateurish gyrations were unguided, and amounted to nothing more than a spastic prodding of her insides. My nerves got the better of me, and I found my hands shaking as I contemplated asking for tips on my technique.
"Nana, I--"
"It's okay, honey," she cooed warmly. "Slow down; you'll find it. Do you want some help?"
"Uh, sure?"
"Grab my hips," she instructed. "Good boy. Now, when I pull away, don't pull me back. Just let me go."
I kept my hands on her hips, but my grip was loose enough for Nana to make space between us. Only the head of my dick remained inside of her.
"When I push my bum into you--" She performed an example by throwing her ass backwards to engulf my cock. "--that's when you pull me. Thrust forward to meet me in the middle. Can we try that, Bunny?"
Her voice carried with it such soothing reassurance that I knew I could not fail. She pulled away once more, and I let her create some distance before tightening my hold on her hips. I yanked her backwards just as I thrust forward, and I knew right away that Nana's years of experience were more than just a number.
"Yes!" she cheered. "Just like that! Fuck Nana just-- like-- that!" We punctuated each of her final words with the salacious slap that her chubby ass made each time my thighs collided with it. It felt right to fuck her like that.
She would pull forward, steam rolling off of my heated shaft when the cool air nipped at it, then fling her ass into me just as I tugged her with enough force to uproot a sapling. I loved the rush of power that coursed through me when I dragged her pussy back onto me.
Though I was aware that such control was going to my head, making each of my tugs more forceful than the last, I was incapable of stopping it. The more control Nana gave me, the more of it I lost, eventually succumbing to the primal urge to fuck her as rampantly as my hips would physically permit.
That overeagerness was what likely encouraged me to impart another staggering slap to her bruised bottom, inconsiderate of the considerable damage that it had already sustained.
Nana did not find it as appealing as she had when she'd been prepared, which she communicated via an ear-piercing yelp. She lurched forward and out of my hands, where she curled up in a defensive ball.
She pointed a finger at me. "Be gentle, mister!"
I winced. "Sorry, Nana."
A devilish twinkle in her eye told me that she was not upset. "I forgive you, for now."
Nana sprawled out on her back, spreading her legs to make her petals peel apart. Their opening exposed the mouth, one whose hunger was apparent at a glance, nestled in her center. The drooling beast, with a mane of chalky fur, opened its toothless maw.
A thin membrane of honey covered the mouth of her pussy. It was clear enough to see through, granting me vision into the tube of convulsing, pink meat. I imagined that it would pop like a soap bubble if I pushed my dick into her at that very moment.
To my dismay, the glassy veil shattered once the frame housing it had been stretched too far by her fingers. Nana held herself open, allowing me to gaze for as long as I wanted. She was enthralled with my prolonged stare, entertaining me with the constrictions that made the tunnel shrink.
She combed her fingers through the luscious crown of hair that had been thoroughly soaked to her skin. "Just remember: I can take her away anytime I want, so behave yourself."
I gulped. "I'll be good." It was a solemn promise that I did not take lightly.
She extended her arms. "Come get on top of me, sweetheart."
I climb aboard, positioning myself between my grandmother's outstretched legs and scooting forward until my dick was pressed between her sodden lips.
I smacked the heavy gavel against her mound. Each dull, muffled thud increased her anticipation until she could wait no longer, and she revealed that her desperation was equal to my own.
"Bunnyyy," she whined. "Are you really gonna make me beg?"
I acted coy. "I don't know. Are you too proud to beg?"
Nana used the insides of her elbows to push her tits together, making the enormous balloons bulge towards me. "Please. Please put your dick in my pussy. Can't you feel how wet I am?"
It delighted me to reduce her to the point of begging for a change. The shoe was on the other foot for a change, though I did not think I had the patience to keep it that way for very long. Her pussy looked so unbelievably inviting that I almost gave up the playful teasing so that I could lunge back inside.
Holding my dick by the root, I dragged it through her gooey slit a couple of times, making sure to nudge against her bloated clit on the way. "You're soaked, Nana."
She wrapped her legs around the small of my back and pulled me in. "I know, honey. I know, so don't make me ask again. Go inside, please."
I leaned forward, using my elbows as pillars on either side of her head to support me on the mattress, and leaned in to give her a quick kiss. "You do it."
Nana looked confused, her mouth still formed in the shape of a kiss as she considered my words. "I do it?"
I gyrated my hips, poking blindly around her pussy a few times without using my hands to make it easier.