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Nana

By: Jena121



Where do I begin. Many years ago I had stayed with my Nana. Inadvertently, I happened to catch her coming out of the bathroom with just a towel around her waist. Her mammary glands were hanging low on her chest, nearly touching the top of her belly. This protruded out like a sack of meatballs – with large bumps all over. As I got a quick glimpse of these glorious boobs, Nana noticed me and turned away from me. 

As I grew up and eventually turned 19, my mother thought it would be a good time for me to visit Nana, as she had been going downhill lately and it might be the last time I would get to see her. I had been to visit her over the years but I did want to see her once again, just in case. I had never had another experience like I'd had as a younger lad.

Mom intended to come with me and stay a few days but she had a call from work and had to stay behind to organise some new accounts.. She arranged to follow me in a few days.

I arrived at Nan's on a Wednesday evening about 7pm. Unfortunately, Nana had already gone to bed, so that I just knocked on her door to say Hello and Goodnight to her. When she heard my knock, she bade me to come in. I opened the door slightly and she was sitting up in bed with a book in her hand. I crossed the room and sat on the side of her bed and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. 

"Good evening Nan, lovely to see you again."

"Greg honey, I'm so glad you have arrived safely. How long are you going to stay, sweetie?"

"I should be here a couple of weeks I think, Mom is going to join us at the end of my stay and I will be going home with her."

"That sounds good honey, I will catch up you in the morning OK. "

I leant over and placed another kiss upon her cheek and said, "Goodnight again Nan, Love you."

A little about my Nan. Although she didn't have very long to live she was only 54 years old. She was suffering with a form of Terminal Cancer. I was not quite sure of its name but did know that she didn't have too long to go. In her prime, she was a beauty. A full figured lady, with breasts about 36D. She stood about 5'5" and had an hourglass figure. From the rear she showed a voluptuous pair of buns. She had dark chestnut hair and gleaming green eyes that were forever smiling. I never saw her with a frown on her face. A very happy person all rounds.

My Mom was built along similar size to Nan, except that her hair was jet black and she had deep brown eyes. Her breasts were about the same at 36D and she had the same hourglass figure with a blossoming behind.

Back to the story. When I awake in the morning, I drifted downstairs expecting my Nan to still be in bed. She wasn't though. She was standing in the kitchen with just a robe over her nightclothes. 

I went up behind her and kissed her good morning. 

"Good morning back to you too my sweet, glad to see you up this early. I thought you might sleep in as you had a long drive yesterday."

"No Nan, I feel very fresh this morning,," I replied.

I sat at the kitchen table and watched as she prepared breakfast for both of us.

:Is there anything I can do to help, Nan."

"No darling, I am quite organised. I have been so looking forward to this visit. After all you are my favourite grandson."

"Oh Nan, your only grandson, you mean," I said laughingly.

"Still my favourite thou," she replied.

She then dished up bacon, eggs, hash browns and sausages. She had already set the table so we both sat and ate breakfast, conversing ion general issues. She asked about Mom and I told her again that Mom would join us as soon as possible and then drive back with me.

"So how are you getting on at University, and what subjects are you taking this year," she asked.

"Well, as you know I am doing a Law Degree and this year I am concentrating on Commercial Law. There are a couple of other subjects but that is my priority."

"Sounds like you are doing well then."

"Yes Nan, I am enjoying it. Sometimes I wish I had taken a Medical degree instead. I may have been able to help you more. I would have known a lot more about your particular condition. I would love to be able to help you, Nan."

My darling boy, just coming to visit is enough. You know that I love you. You will always be in my heart. Now and when I have passed."

"Don't lets look too far into the future Nan, I am here now and I just want us to be happy together, alright."

"Righto, my darling. You've said it. Just be happy together."

That day was just a quiet day, we sat out in the garden and just talked and rested. Nan had her shower but still only donned her robe . I noticed that she did not wear a bra, just a pair of panties.

This started to turn me on a little. I took every chance I had to glance at her body as she got up and down from her lounge chair. I shouldn't feel like this, I told myself. I was her grandson.

A little about me. My name is Greg and I stand about 5' 11" with a pretty solid physique. I had jet-black hair like my Mon and green eyes like my Nan. I kept fairly fit with gyms workouts at the University and was pretty well versed in the anatomy of ladies. I had had a few relationships but wasn't interested as yet in settling down with any one lady. I had a long way to go with my studies. I also had a 'crush' on an older lady.

That night, Nan decided that she was going to sit up and watch TV with me. I inquired what type of movie she wanted to watch and she told me "just a nice, romantic one, baby."

I put in the DVD of Last Tango in Paris, which I found in her DVD cupboard. We both sat back on the Lounge and had a glass of wine in front of us. The last of the bottle we had at dinner. She laid her head on my shoulder and I placed my arm around her shoulders. This was such a comfortable position and we both relaxed and watched the movie. There were some very erotic scenes included and as each one showed on the screen, Nan cuddled closer to my side. Each time she did this, her shoulders moved and my hand seemed to settle on the right boob, I attempted to remove it, but Nan told me not to. I began to rub the skin across the side of the breast. It felt so good. But I shouldn't be doing this, this was my Nan. 

After a short while Nan let her hand drop to my thigh, softly rubbing along the top of my leg and 'accidentally\ toughing the tip of my now hard erection. I turned to her and kissed her, this time not on the cheek, but full on the mouth. She reciprocated with a tongue slipping past my lips and started a duelling motion with my tongue. I took it to another level and put both my arms around her and held her tightly.

"What is it Nan, what do you need, I asked. I was ready to give her anything at that moment. 

"I want you my darling, I need a man before I pass out of this life and I know it has to be only you."

"But that is incest Nan, do you really want to do this, I queried," knowing all the while that this would be the greatest thing I could ever do for her and myself.

"Yes Greg, I have been waiting for over a year now since your last visit, and have been working on ways that I could get you into my bed. So don't be shy and help your Nan."

I took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom. 

"I told you that I would do anything to help you Nan, and I meant it. If this is it, so be it. I will give you the best time ever, at least since Grandad passed away.

I sat her on the bed and stripped off my clothes in front of her. I then slowly peeled off her robe. Only her panties were left and they looked so sexy, just big bloomers, which she always wore. I had seen these on the line each time I had visited and would go to my room or the bathroom just to wank over the sight of them. In fact, a couple of times I had grabbed a pair out of the laundry basket and held them on my cock while I wanked off.

I placed my hand over her large mammaries and then my mouth. I laved and licked the breast and travelled with my tongue to the nipples, I switched from nipple to nipple on both sides. After about 10 minutes of that I made my way down to my knees and spread her legs apart. I gazed at her wet crotch and licked my lips. I lowered my mouth to the groin area and worked it up and around her juicy hole. She writhed under my ministrations and started to lose her juice. I lapped and ticked her furry mound and then aimed for her pink clit, sitting in the centre of that wonderful pussy. 

She sighed "Oh my darling, that is so good, I haven't felt like this for such a long time., keep going...... keep going..... I want you so much."

I stayed stuck in that position for about another 5 minutes and then she grasped my hair and pulled me up to lie over her . My hard erection was in contact with her mons and she wriggled her body with the good feel of it. I was feeling so close to ejaculating, but I knew I had to hold back so that I could satisfy her, before myself.

"Darling, please fuck your Nan, she wants you so much."

"Gladly Nan, I was just waiting for you to ask. |"

With that, I slid my hard cock slowly into that hot, pulsing Garden of Eden, that volcanic just needing to erupt very soon.

I pushed in and our and kept it us as long as possible but both Nan and I were so ready to cum. On a last lunge my cock met her cervix and exploded. The both of us Cumming together.

We lay there silently. Both breathless and glorying in the intensity of the cum. Neither of us could speak but I leant over and gently kissed her on the lips. 

After 10 minutes, we turned to each other. "Thank you darling, Nan said. That was one of the most powerful organisms I have ever had, and I have had some previously I can tell you."

"Nan, I am so glad that I could help you, and will be glad to oblige for the rest of my stay, if that is what you want?"

"Oh yes, I at least want you to sleep with me, if you want to, I may not be able to keep up with that weapon you've got there, but there are other ways I can handle it for you."

So from that night on Nan and I slept together. On the nights when she didn't feel up to actual sex, she would take my cock in hand and begin to massage me and then into her mouth where she would suck the life out of me, literally. 

This went on until Mom called to say that she was arriving. I drove into the Airport and picked her up and took her back to Nan's.

"I hope Greg has been looking after you Mom, " she greeted Nan.

"He has been taking very good care of me, she replied, I just wish he could stay longer. He has promised to come down in his next holiday though.

Little did my Mom know just how well I had been taking care of Nan. I had promised her that I would visit again as soon as possible. 

Unfortunately. Nan passed away about 3 weeks before my holiday was due. She left a letter for me. In it she told me that she had enjoyed our time together and that I should try and seduce my Mom. (She was the older woman I had a 'crush' on). She knew that I felt like that towards Mom. I had told her during the time we were together.





That will be a new story OK. Hope I can stimulate your senses once again with my writing.

Nana



Din motive tehnice, liniuțele de dialog au fost înlocuite cu semnul egal.

Îmi cer scuze dacă asta deranjează în vreun fel.

Evenimentele descrise fiind adevărate, am avut grijă să efectuez anumite modificări...

NANA

Sunt la petrecere.

Serbăm ziua Veronicăi (fată bună și cuminte, cum zice cântecul...).

Am fost colegi de liceu.

Cum întotdeauna a fost o norocoasă și de data asta are baftă de o seară de vară superbă, iar faptul că locuiește la curte îi creează avantajul de a organiza petrecerea în aer liber, astfel că, după petrecere, cu siguranță va avea mult mai puțin de muncă decât dacă ostilitățile s-ar fi petrecut în casă...

Casa, nu e cine știe ce, parter, destul de modestă, însă, cu ani în urmă, fratele ei, mai mare cu câțiva ani buni, a avut inițiativa de a-și amenaja în pod -- suficient de înalt, de altfel -- un hogeac al lui, cu pat, masă scaune...

Locul este ideal pentru studiu, sau făcut amor, sau chiar de vizionat vreun serial la televizor -- un Sport mic și prăpădit, dar care, la dimensiunile camerei, se potrivește perfect.

Cum, necum, a aranjat cu cineva și a adus, pentru încălzire, un ditamai caloriferul cu ulei, încălzit cu rezistență electrică -- am spus ditamai, pentru că, dacă-mi aduc aminte corect, era de vreo trei ori mai mare decât caloriferele electrice din ziua de astăzi...

Am înțeles că era dotat și cu două rezistențe, de câte 2 Kw fiecare, așa că îți puteai asigura căldura în cameră și în Antarctica!...

Curentul nu era o problemă, întrucât, fiind la casă, în cartier, toată lumea fura, așa că nu văd de ce ar fi făcut el vreo excepție.

Nefiind vreun tâmpit -- student la politehnică -- a avut grijă să înlocuiască și conductorii electrici, ca să poată face față unui astfel de consum, să nu dea foc la casă...

Mă rog, un tip îndemânatic...

Între timp, însurându-se și plecând la casa lui, i-a lăsat camera soră-si, cu toate dotările, inclusiv cele două ventilatoare montate șmecher și care, pe bune, făceau față, creând o atmosferă plăcută, chiar dacă vorbim de podul unei case...

Am trecut și eu, vara, de câteva ori, dar nu vă gândiți la prostii, întrucât de fiecare dată s-a nimerit să fie măcar unul din părinți acasă -- mă rog, anevoios de urcat, dar, totuși, poți să știi când îi apucă spionita pe vreunul din părinți?

De vizitat, nu a vrut să mă viziteze niciodată.

Chiar mi-a spus că preferă să rămânem prieteni, întrucât ea este fecioară și știe foarte bine ce reputație am eu...

Nu, nu a vrut să mă jignească -- mi-a spus-o cu simpatie. De altfel, de-aia am și păstrat, oarecum, legătura, chiar și după terminarea liceului...

Dar, gata cu Veronica -- doar nu ea este personajul principal al poveștii.

Personajul, ca să mă exprim așa, este... Nana!

Unde o fi ținut-o ascunsă bestia asta de Veronica, atâția ani, pe vară-sa, nu știu!

În fine, intru în curte, mă întâmpină Veronica, îi fac urările de viață lungă, noroc și toate cele, o pup pe amândoi obrăjorii, apoi îi dau florile și cadoul.

Lângă ea, Nana.

Mi-o prezintă:

= Dă-mi voie să ți-o prezint pe vară-mea, Nana!

Se apropie de urechea mea și-mi șoptește:

= Futăcioasă de mică, lafel ca și tine, că de-aia nu v-am lăsat să vă cunoașteți până acum!...

Îi iau mâna, frumoasei și i-o sărut.

Drace! Are un păr negru, negru, negru, iar fața, în contrast cu părul, este albă, de zici că s-a spălat numai cu lapte!

Nu e înaltă. Sigur nu are mai mult de un metru șaptezeci. În schimb, le are pe toate puse bine la locul lor și foarte frumos proporționate -- una peste alta, este chiar o frumusețe de femeie.

Argumentul suprem, de te bagă-n boală cu ei, sunt... ochii!

De un verde închis, cu sclipiri metalice, ceva de speriat!

De cum i-am sărutat mâna, m-a pironit cu privirile, de ziceai că vrea să mă hipnotizeze!...

Nici eu, însă, nu m-am lăsat, susținându-i privirea.

Sunt convins că este genul care te face să lași privirile în jos...

Prinzând șpilul, îi zâmbesc, călduros și, direct, o întreb:

= Unde te-a ținut ascunsă, până acum, bestia asta de Veronica?!?

Nu apucă să-mi răspundă în vreun fel, pentru că intră pe poartă alți musafiri.

Chiuieli muierești, efuziuni sentimentale, pupături ca-n gară, chestii...

Mă retrag și las fetele să măcăne, că, se pare, nu s-au mai văzut de vreo sută de anișori...

Intrat în curte, dau mâna cu diverși foști colegi, mai schimbăm o vorbă, apoi mă duc și-mi iau un pahar cu vodcă, pentru încălzire.

Până să dau pe gât paharul, trec și inspectez și masa cu potol, unde sunt inclusiv sandwich-urile care-mi plac mie, cu unt și șuncă de Praga.

Nu pierd vremea. Dau pe gât vodca și pap vreo trei felii de franzelă București, cu unt și cu șuncă deasupra, asezonate și cu câte o feliuță străvezie de castravecior murat în saramură.

Nu știu dacă sunt opera Veronicăi, sau a maică-sii, însă-mi plac tare mult.

În sfârșit, mai iau un sandwich, ca să mă asigur și plec să văd ce fel de vin are...

De regulă, au un vin de casă, rose, foarte bun și curat, făcut de taică-su și de frate-su, din strugurii de la bolta din curte. O boltă imensă, care se prelungește până undeva în spate, în grădină.

Nu prea știu eu exact ce se petrece pe acolo, prin spate, întrucât nu am avut niciodată curiozitatea să merg ca să văd...

Iau un pahar curat, apoi, cu o singură mână, că cealaltă e ocupată cu sandwich-ul, scot dopul de la o damigeană de cinci litri, apoi îmi umplu paharul și pun dopul la loc.

Are fata și vin luat din comerț, dar pe ăla îl las fraierilor care nu știu ce licoare zace în damigeană.

Vin curat, tată, fără sulfiți, zahăr, sau alte prostii... Este aspru, e adevărat, însă... cine știe, cunoaște!...

În fine, muzică, muzică, atmosferă, atmosferă, veselie, că doar suntem tineri, se mai face și garagață, că doar n-or fi toți sobri, ca mine...

Mă trezesc cu Veronica prinzându-mă de braț:

= Ce faci, nepoliticosule? Nu inviți și tu sărbătorita la dans?

= ... Dacă ții neapărat să te doară degetele de la vreun picior, no problem!

Glumesc, desigur, întrucât chiar sunt un bun dansator și Veronica știe lucrul ăsta foarte bine...

În timp ce dansăm, mă trage mai la fereală, că doar suntem în curte, nu pe vreun ring de dans și mă anunță, suav, că sunt un norocos, întrucât Nanei îi place de mine, așa că, cel mai probabil, am pus-o!

Ține să mă avertizeze:

= Vezi că... e lafel ca tine! Azi cu tine, mâine cu oricine!...

Mai dansăm pe vreo două melodii, apoi îmi face pașaportul:

= Hai, du-te și ia-o pe Nana la dans, că s-o fi plictisit și aia să te tot aștepte, refuzând să danseze cu alții. Eu i-am interzis!

Ciudat, înțeleg eu că Veronica e mai mare cu un an decât Nana, însă, totuși, de unde atâta autoritate asupra ei?!?...

Mă apropii, îi zâmbesc și-i fac cu ochiul:

= Dansați, vă rog?

Se ridică de pe scaun și, zâmbind, îmi răspunde:

= Da, stăpâne!

Mi-e clar că fetele m-au tocat mărunt, mărunt, iar acum sunt subiect de mișto...

Mă decid să nu dau curs provocării.

Dansăm, iar în timpul unui blues, Nana îmi face semn să-mi apropii urechea de ea -- v-am spus, deja că fata nu este înaltă -- și mă întreabă, dar mai mult afirmă:

= Înțeleg că m-a dat în gât, vară-mea...

= ... Adică?

Fac pe prostul, atent fiind să nu rămân așa...

Continuă:

= Ți-a spus că-mi placi!

= ... Normal, că doar nu era să facă vreun secret din chestia asta!

= Hm... trădătoarea!

Râde.

Intru în joc:

= Hai, măi, că doar eu nici n-am intrat bine pe poartă și am afirmat cu glas tare că-mi place de tine! Ce te șifonezi?...

Iar râde și de data asta o acompaniez și eu...

Iar mi se uită în ochi, apoi mă întreabă:

= La mine, sau la tine?

= ... De regulă, prefer la mine, însă, dacă tu ai alte preferințe...

= ... Uite cum facem. După ce plecăm de aici, trecem pe la mine, să mă schimb de țoalele astea festive, apoi mergem la tine, că tot trebuie ca mâine, dimineață, să ajung undeva, în centru. Mi-a spus, Veronica, pe unde locuiești...

= OK!

În cartierul în care ne aflăm, oamenii sunt destul de decenți, așa că la ora douăzeci și două, muzica este lăsată în surdină.

Într-un fel, e un semnal de plecare.

Cum pe noi deja ne cam mănâncă în părțile moi, ne pregătim s-o ștergem, nu înainte ca, de formă, Nana s-o întrebe pe Veronica dacă vrea să rămână, s-o ajute cu strânsul, chestii...

Normal că Veronica, dacă tot ne-a făcut lipeala, o pupă pe vară-sa, apoi îi trage o palmă la fund, comentând:

= Ahhhh! Ce bine s-a lipit!

Apoi, mi se adresează mie:

= Să-mi comunici dacă i-am lăsat urme!...

Râdem, toți trei. Veronica nu se poate abține:

= Hai pa! Porumbeilor!

Nici Nana nu se lasă:

= Care porumbei?!? Iepuri, vrei să zici!...

În sfârșit, plecăm.

Nana locuiește cu părinții, însă, lafel ca și mine, a știut să și-i educe. Chiar îmi povestește că, certându-se cu mă-sa, a întrebat-o dacă preferă s-o lase să se desfășoare acasă, sau în vreo scară de bloc, ghenă de gunoi, tufiș în parc, sau alte locații insalubre, că ea, de făcut, tot o face, indiferent de condiții...

Intrați în apartament, ai ei nu-și fac apariția. Nana mă conduce în camera ei, apoi se scuză, că vrea să schimbe două vorbe cu maică-sa.

În fine, după vreo cinci minute, revine.

Gata! Mă schimb și plecăm.

Spunînd asta, se duce la șifonier și-și scoate o pereche de blugi și o bluză, apoi începe să se dezbrace.

Rămasă în chiloți, brusc se oprește și se uită la mine:

= Auzi, hai că după ce m-ai văzut așa, o să fii plin de draci până ajungem la tine, plus că... și pe mine mă mănâncă!... Hai, repede, dă-ți jos pantalonii și chiloții.

Își dă și ea chiloții jos, apoi se așează în genunchi, pe marginea patului. Nu tu mângâieri, sărutări, chestii...

Normal că sunt cu ea ca parul, așa că mă strecor între bucile Nanei, care, într-adevăr are mâncărimi, că e udă bine de tot.

Nu mă țin de finețuri, că doar fata a zis că vrea să facem unul scurt, așa că o iau la pompe...

Întoarce capul:

= Când ești aproape, mă anunți!

Ce să mai, că eu, deja sunt aproape! Îi spun:

= Sunt aproape. Unde?

= Ieși!

Se întoarce și mi-o ia în gură.

Într-un minut, sunt terminat. Hai că parcă am fost la curse!

Din păcate, n-am reușit s-o fac să-și dea drumul, însă o să am timp, acasă.

O întreb:

= Iubire, că tot n-am reușit să te rezolv așa, vrei să te mângâi, să termini și tu?

= Nu! Lasă-mă că mi-e bine cu ce mi-ai făcut, așa că până ajungem la tine, nu-i bai!...

Nu sunt eu prea lămurit de ce a trebuit să dau din cur la foc automat, că doar nu avem de ajuns undeva, la oră fixă...

Oricum, asta a vrut, asta i-am dat!

Nu vrea să mă lase să iau un taxi, așa că ne ducem în stație, la autobuz.

Din fericire, nu ne uită Dumnezeu în așteptarea unui autobuz, așa că urcăm și... pe-aci ți-e calea!

Prindem chiar și două scaune, unul lângă celălalt...

O întreb:

= Am și eu o curiozitate. De ce a trebuit să ne grăbim în halul ăsta?...

= ... Ce vroiai, să nu mai circule ăștia cu autobuzele?!?

= OK! Cum zici!...

= Cum zic eu, așa facem! Doar trebuie să am și eu un ascendent asupra ta, că prea mă domini cu înălțimea!...

Dacă tot ajungem la chestii dimensionale, îmi aduc aminte de un banc, cât se poate de tâmpit.

Fac mențiunea că bancul e tâmpit și o rog pe Nana ca, în caz că-l știe, să mă întrerupă, ca să nu-mi răcesc gura de pomană...

= Abdul se îndrăgostește de Maria și o vrea de nevastă.

Mama Mariei, femeie creștină, nu vede deloc cu ochi buni un asemenea mariaj.

Îi explică, deci, lui Abdul că, dacă insistă să o ia de nevastă pe Maria, trebuie ca, mai întâi, să facă bine și să-i cumpere un Merțan...

Abdul își reafirmă dragostea lui față de Maria și, în nici zece zile, se prezintă în fața porții Mariei cu Merțanul, nou-nouț, ultimul model...

Pe Maria o apucă încântarea, iar pe mama acesteia, disperarea...

Vine cu o nouă condiție, ca Abdul să facă bine și să-i cumpere Mariei două vile, una la munte și cealaltă la mare...

După mai puțin de o lună, le ia Abdul în mașină pe Maria și pe mama acesteia și le prezintă cele două vile.

Din nou, Maria este încântată, iar mama, disperată.

În sfârșit, mai cu jenă mai cu perdea, mama Mariei îi explică lui Abdul că nu poate fi de acord s-o lase pe maria să se căsătorească, decât cu un tip care să aibă penisul lung de douăzeci și patru de centimetri...

Abdul, destul de disperat, îi declară mamei Mariei că va pleca la Londra și se va opera, ca să-și reducă dimensiunile penisului până la cele solicitate de ea...

Nana nici măcar nu zâmbește, însă îmi dă un răspuns năucitor:

= Dacă eram eu Maria, o omoram pe mama!

În sfârșit, izbucnește în râs!... Continuă:

= Auzi! Să se lege taman de așa bunătate de penis!...

Mă bag și eu în joc:

= Îmi pare rău, Nana, că nu sunt nici măcar pe aproape de ce bucurie are Maria!...

Mi se uită în ochi:

= Hai, lasă, lasă!...

= ... Peste douăjpatru!...

= ... Tu, acum, ce vrei, să te laud ce pulă mare ai?!?...

= ...

Iar mi se uită în ochi:

= ... Sărută-mă!...

Perfect! Am avut la dispoziție tot felul de cotloane, iar Nana nu și-a găsit alt loc pentru primul nostru sărut decât în... autobuz!...

În fine, așa-mi cere, așa facem!...

Are buzele moi și primitoare, iar limba este descurcăreață și destoinică, în timp ce gura îi miroase, pregnant, a pastă de dinți...

Luăm o pauză de respiro, iar Nana mi se apropie de ureche:

= Gata! Altfel te fut aici, în autobuz! Uiți că eu nu mi-am dat drumul?!?...

Are și asta un stil!... Doar partea cu sărutul n-a fost inițiativa mea!...

În fine, ajungem la mine.

Pun ceva muzici ambientale și aduc o sticlă de whiskey și două pahare.

Apoi, mă duc la Nana, o ajut să se ridice din fotoliu, deși, clar, nu-și dorea acest lucru și, lejer, încep să-i deschei nasturii de la bluză:

= Hai, că nu-i cazul să te duci, mâine, cu hainele șifonate, pe unde ai treabă!...

= ... Crocodilule, mâine e duminică, ai uitat?!?...

= ...

= ... Am zis și eu, așa, ca să mă joc!... De fapt, doar vroiam să văd și eu ce scule muzicale ai -- mereu mi te laudă Veronica, că ce casete bine înregistrate îi aduci!...

Continui s-o ajut să se dezechipeze...

Mică, mică, dar... energică.

Trece la partea cu reciprocitatea, așa că în scurt timp suntem amândoi la pieile goale.

Pula mea e gata de acțiune, chestie care, mi-e clar, pe Nana o încântă...

Așa cum suntem, amândoi, goi, în picioare, Nana se agață de gâtul meu și se cațără pe mine, ca o maimuță.

Se prinde cu picioarele de șoldurile mele, apoi, își ia o mână de la grumazul meu și se arcuiește, prinzându-mă de pulă și ghidonând-o să-i intre în fofoloancă.

De data asta, facem sport, că nu ne mai grăbește nimic...

După câte acrobații face, am tendința s-o întreb dacă nu cumva este angajata unui circ, însă, până la coadă, mă amuză și pe mine ideea se a face sex pe verticală, mai ales cu o parteneră atât de elastică și... dispusă la tot soiul de năzdrăvănii.

Am făcut de toate, inclusiv că am ținut-o de picioare, în timp ce ea era cu spatele la mine, cu cracii în jurul șoldurilor mele, cu mâinile sprijinite de pardoseală și ne-am tot plimbat prin cameră...

M-a refuzat când i-am oferit un anticoncepțional vaginal, pentru că ei, încă de mică, i-a plăcut în... guriță -- cum s-o văduvesc eu taman de desertul ei favorit?!?...

A doua zi, pe la prânz, a sunat Veronica, întrebându-mă dacă-mi place de Nana, apoi, distrându-se, a cerut-o la telefon, nu înainte de a mă anunța că Nana trebuie să se îmbrace și să vină de urgență la ea, că au... nu știu ce draci de treabă împreună...

Nu știu, așa e viața -- n-am mai văzut-o pe Nana niciodată, dar nici pe la Veronica nu m-am mai dus.

Ne-am îndepărtat, pur și simplu, ca două sloiuri de gheață căzute în ocean, luate de curenții marini.

De-a lungul timpului, mi-am mai adus aminte de Veronica, însă, ca un făcut, de fiecare dată intervenea altceva, prioritar...

După vreo douăzeci de ani, având drum prin zonă, am trecut pe la poarta ei.

Am aflat de la o vecină că vânduseră, cu ani în urmă, casa și plecaseră, nu se știe unde... 



Nana and Troy



Nana lived in a small cottage at the end of the main roadway. She was aged about sixty-five years old and was such a sweet, old lady. One day she was out in the garden when a young lad came along and seeing her there weeding; he asked her if he could help with anything.

Nana turned around and greeted him and said that she could sure use some help with loading the leaves onto the wheelbarrow. Troy began to rake the leaves and piling them into the barrow and Nan told him that they had to be wet down and then spread onto the garden. He was happy that he could help her in this way. He was on his own and didn't have anyone that he could relate to. His Mother and Father were both dead. As were his Grandparents on both sides. He had been an only child and so didn't have any siblings to turn to. He felt comfortable helping the old lady. 

After working about 3hours in the middle of the day, Nana stood up and told Troy to come inside for a cold drink. They both wiped their shoes at the kitchen door and she led him into the house. Nana told him to sit down and she went to the refrigerator and got them both a long glass of home made Lemonade. Troy swallowed his in one gulp and Nana poured him another. He thanked her and said that he should get going. 

"Is there anything else I can help you with before I leave?" Troy asked.

Nana told him that she was going to knock off gardening now, but if he would like to come around one other day, he could maybe help her with some tree lopping.

Troy told her that he had a TAFE course for the next day, but he could come the following day.

He was doing a Mechanic's Course at TAFE. He wanted to finish that and then become a Diesel Mechanic. He had another year to go before he finished. 

Now Troy was about twenty-one years old, stood about 6'1" and was of an athletic build. He had dark brown hair and velvety brown eyes. His skin was tanned and he dressed well but not expensively. He probably got most of his clothes at the Good Samaritan Stores. Everything was looked after and in good condition.

Troy arrived at about 8am on the day he had promised to come. Nana was already up and ready for him. She had breakfast for him. She wasn't sure, but she felt that he didn't have any extra money and didn't get to eat enough. 

He asked her if he could change his clothes into some working gear. Nana showed him where the second bedroom was. He came out about 10 minutes later, in overalls.

Nana took him outside to where she had already marked the trees that she wanted to cut down. Troy took the electric saw and began to saw through the trunks. He advised Nana to keep back so that if one of the branches came down, she wouldn't be hit. 

He worked hard for a full three hours and by then had cut down 2 of the trees. There were still a couple to tackle.

Nana said that they had better have some lunch before any more work was done. Troy switched off the saw and laid it on the ground. He covered it with a tarpaulin so that no one would trip over it.

"You're a very sensible boy Troy," exclaimed Nana.

"Well Nana, we learn at TAFE about making sure that all tools are used and kept safely."

They both went into the kitchen. Nana had already prepared a salad for their lunch. She served it with a large jug of Lemonade again. Troy congratulated her on the drink.

"I don't think I have ever tasted a Lemonade like that before," he complimented her.

Nana smiled and added, "Well, I have been making it for many years, so over time I have got it down to a fine art. There is a special ingredient in it; which I won't tell to anyone."

"Oh well, I suppose we had better get back to cutting down trees."

Troy helped her pick up the dishes and put them into the sink. He ran the water over them and went ahead and washed them. Nana was amazed. She didn't really expect this from him.

They both went back into the yard and continued to cut down the other two trees. Troy then gathered up all the branches, and the trunks, which had been cut to fit into Nana's fireplace for winter. The branches were loaded into a Dumpster for removal and Troy looked round the yard and decided that he had everything under control.

It was then about 4.30pm. He had a class at TAFE that night. He asked Nana if he could possibly take a shower and change while he was there. It would save him going home and he could leave from there to go to School.

Nana was so pleased with all the work that he had done, she told him that she was also going to cook him dinner. 

"So you go and have your shower, sweetie. In the meantime, I will get something to eat. It will ready for you when you finish."

Troy went up to the bathroom and proceeded to have his shower and get dressed into his better clothes. He dropped his overalls on the floor and forgot them, in his rush.

He came into the kitchen where Nana was setting the table. She told him to sit down and bought out a large casserole dish of a Hungarian Goulash. She must have had this in mind earlier, as that was not a dish that was cooked in fifteen or twenty minutes.

"Now Troy, you have been working so hard all day, I think that you should have a good feed before going to do any study."

They spoke together throughout the meal, learning more about each other. Nana learned that Troy lived in Bed and Breakfast accommodation on the other side of town. He didn't have any relatives and was a loner. Troy learned that Nana was a widow and had been alone for about 20 years. She had no children and was in the same situation as he was. She didn't have any relatives left and all her friends had since passed on. She was also a loner.

By the time the meal had finished they were both much more comfortable with each other. Troy told her that he had to go or he would be late.

Nana asked him to call around at any time. Not to work but to keep her company. He agreed that he would love to do so. 

Two days later. Troy called in to see Nana. She was in bed, and not feeling very well. Troy wanted to know what he could do for her. "There isn't much Troy, I am just getting old."

Troy went to the kitchen and made a cup of tea and raided the biscuit tin. He took them into her bedroom and put them on the bedside table. He helped her sit up in bed, and then sat beside her and held the cup for her. She smiled at him. "What a lovely thought."

"Well Nana, you looked after me so well on the days I came around to help you, I thought that I could look after you."

"Troy, I have been thinking over the last couple of days. Very seriously. How would you like to live here with me? I have an extra bedroom and we are both alone, why can't we keep each other company. Neither of us has to answer to anyone else."

Troy thought for a few minutes. This was a big step, but he could see the sense in it. He looked up and smiled at her and nodded his head. "I would love that Nana, I'll give my notice at the B&B tomorrow and than I can move in on the weekend. How does that suit you?"

Nana was thrilled. She knew that she had made a good move. Not only would she had a willing helper whenever it was necessary; but she would also have company, who was compatible with her and her ideas.

So Troy moved his gear in over the weekend. Nana still wasn't feeling very well and he felt that he couldn't have moved in at a better time. He cooked and cleaned over the weekend. He kept her supplied with cups of tea and little snacks during the days. At night he would conjure up a meal and feed it to her, spoonful by spoonful. He hovered over her like an angel.

He had to go to TAFE on Monday, so he left a small meal in the fridge for her, and set up the tea making things ready in case Nana wanted to make herself a cuppa.

He came home on Monday night, and found that she was very ill. He called her Doctor who arrived about an hour later. He recommended that she stay in bed and gave Troy a prescription to be made up for her. 

After a few days, she was beginning to feel a lot better. She started to sit up on a chair in the bedroom. The next day Troy came home and found her in the armchair in the Lounge Room. She definitely looked a lot better.

By the next weekend she was just about back to her old self. She wanted to go out into the garden and do some weeding. Troy told her that she could sit in the garden but she was not going to do any work. She would tell him what was to be done, and he would do it.

After a few weeks, the two of them were both getting along so well. Troy felt as though he had known her all his life. He started to treat her like he would if she were his own Grandmother. Nana loved this.

About 3 months into the relationship, Nana fell ill again. Troy was truly worried at this. He organized to have his studies referred to the next year and decided to stay at home to look after her. She wasn't really capable of being left on her own.

He would bathe her in the mornings and then get her breakfast. He would then change her linen every second day, so that it was fresh for her to lie in. He managed the laundry and any ironing that needed to be done. And kept the house in tip-top condition.

One morning, he decided that he was going to give her a bath. He asked her permission and she agreed. He ran the bath and then stripped her nightclothes from her. He picked her up in his strong, young arms and lowered her into the bath. He held her and helped her wash her hair and her body. She wasn't capable of washing her privates so he held the cloth in his hand and gently passed it between her legs and over her groin. 

She smiled up at him. "Troy, keep doing that, it makes me feel so good." 

Troy was beginning to harden himself. He could feel her tits rubbing against his arm. He didn't really know how to contain this feeling. He continued to wash between her legs and his fingers gently touched her labia lips. She jumped and Troy wondered what he had done. 

"It's okay baby, I like your fingers down there -- it is a long time since I have felt a man's hand on my mound."

"B..ut...but... Nana."

"No buts Troy, just keep sliding your fingers up and down my clitoris."

So Troy decided to do this the right way. He lifted her out of the tub and wrapped her in a large towel and took her back into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, dried her off completely and pulled the bedclothes over her, "Troy, where are you going," she cried.

"I am just going to get undressed and then I can give you all the loving that you want."

He lay down beside her and his mouth found her saggy boobs -- he suckled on them both and nibbled at the nipples as they hardened and stood out from her breasts. He followed the scraggy skin down to the mound that had started this. His fingers inserted themselves into the slit between her legs and he wriggled it around.

He continued doing this with his fingers until Nana pushed him away. "Lie down on the bed Troy, and let me do something to pleasure you. Just something I used to do for my husband when he was alive. He always enjoyed it when I sucked on his penis."

Troy lay down. He didn't really know what to expect from this old lady; but he would let her have her way for the time being. 

Nana sat up and then bent her head over his private parts. She took his cock into her hands and gently rubbed her fingers up and down the shaft, making him feel so good. She then lowered her mouth to take him into that hot crevice and slowly began to lick and suck him. He had never had this happen before. Even though he'd had a couple of girlfriends, no one had ever given him something like this. He was in Heaven, but he felt that he was going to lose it soon. He pulled himself from her mouth and lay back. "What's the matter Troy, don't you like that."

"I love it Nana, but I feel like I am going to shoot my cum. I don't want it to shoot into your mouth."

"Well, if that is all that is worrying you, don't let it." She immediately went down on him once again and proceeded to suck out every ounce of semen and swallow it.

They both lay on the bed for a full fifteen minutes. Neither one could comprehend what had happened. It all seemed somewhat of a dream; or a nightmare. Troy wasn't sure. 

Nana broke the silence by stating, "Well, it looks like I am going to have myself a Toy-boy now -- and I can be your Older Woman. How does that sound to you."

Toby laughed and replied, "I think I am getting the best of the bargain. I never thought I would end up, looking after a little old lady and end up taking her to bed. But I am very happy that we met the way we did and I stopped to help a wonderful lady. 

From that day on, Nana became Gloria. Not to be called Nana again.



Nana Ch. 02



This is a continuation of my 'Nana" story. Hope it lives up to my previous tales.




After leaving Nana's place, Mom and I drove home and both of us started work. Her at the Agency and myself at University. 

Three weeks later, I was at home and received a phone call from one of Nan's neighbours. She told me that Nana had passed away the night before and had been found by the Nurse who usually came to bed-bath her.

I rang Mom at work and told her to come home immediately as I had something to tell her. I wouldn't say what over the phone. She was home within 20 minutes. I had a glass of brandy on the table beside her armchair and told her to sit down.

I had been crying and Mom asked what was wrong, I think she thought I had been kicked out of Uni or something! 

I sat on the arm of her chair and put my arm around her shoulders. 

"Mom, I had a call about half an hour ago from Mrs Wilson. Nana died last night and the Nurse found her this morning."

Mom just sat there taking it all in, it was as if this wasn't expected. She looked up at me and then put her head in her hands and burst out crying."

"OMG, to think that we only saw her a few weeks ago. I can't believe this. I just can't believe this. Greg."

I just held her while she cried. Rocking her in my arms and soothing her. I leaned over and put the glass of brandy into her had and pointed it to her mouth. 

"Have a sip of this Mom, it will help settle you down." I told her.

She had a couple of sips and put the glass down and turned to me. 

"Greg, I know we will have to arrange all the funeral arrangements from here, and then go down to sort out all her things and the funeral. Can you get some time off from University? I think we will need at least 4 weeks away."

"Mom, I wouldn't let you go alone, so of course I will come with you, for as long as it takes. I can always refer my studies for a while. I will book some tickets for tomorrow, OK."

"Oh Greg, what would I do without you. You always seem so calm and organised."

"Well Mom, hopefully you won't ever have to do without me." I replied.

I booked our flights and we both packed a bag each. We knew we could use Nan's car while we were down there.

We arrived in Arizona the next afternoon, and rented a car to get to Nan's place. The drive took about half-an-hour and we still had plenty of the day left.

As soon as we walked in the door, it struck me! This is where I had 'fucked' my Nan and loved her. What a buzz that was!!!!! Of course Mom didn't know all this, yet. I took our bags upstairs to our bedrooms and couldn't help myself from looking into Nana's room. All the memories came flowing back. So good.!!!!

I went back downstairs to Mom. She was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee, which we both needed after out journey. 

I joined her and told her that I would call the Funeral Home as soon as we had had our drink. Mom just stood there looking around. She still couldn't believe she was never going to see her Mother again.

I led her into the Lounge Room and sat her down. I bought the coffee from the kitchen and placed it in front of her.

"Drink up now Mom."

I realised as I sat down beside her that this was when I had first kissed Nana, on the lips. I started to feel and erection coming on. I re-arranged myself and drank my coffee.

I was still feeling uneasy so I got to my feet and went to the phone. 

"I am going to call the Funeral Home Mom."

"Alright my boy. I am going to leave it all to you. I don't think I could manage to organise anything at the moment," Mom replied.

I rang the Funeral Director and arranged to meet with him the next day. He was extremely sympathetic and told me that my Nan was well loved and respected in the Community, so I should expect a large crowd on the day.

When we met the next day, we arranged for the Funeral to be held on the following Monday and notices would be placed in every paper until then. We also arranged that it would be a cremation, as that is what Nan had already told Mom and myself.

I don't know how we did it, but Mom and I seemed to hold ourselves together until after the Funeral. It was everything that I hoped it would be. A Celebration of a wonderful lady's life.

After the Funeral and Wake, Mom suggested that we should see what the Lawyer had to say. He came over on Wednesday and sat and read out the Will. Nan had left all her money to me, plus a letter; the house she had left to Mom who could sell it if she wished, and a few smaller benefits to various people who had helped her in the last couple of years during her last days.

In her letter to me, she thanked me for the wonderful and caring time we had spent together on my last visit. (On that visit I had told her of my 'crush' on the older woman, my Mother.) Now she wrote that I should go ahead and fulfil my desires in that direction. She was sure that Mom would reciprocate, as well as she had done. (She already knew of my Mom's desire to bed her son.)

With all this information, I was in a quandary. I knew it was too soon to put any moves on Mom. But I knew that she was also very vulnerable at that time and therefore more likely to accept my touches and moves.

About a week later, we had been cleaning out the rooms and I walked into Nan's bedroom. I immediately got a hard-on. I lay down on her bed and pulled my cock out of my pants and started to jack off. I was thinking of all the good times that Nan and I had spent in that bed and as I reached my peak, I cried out, "Oh Nan, I love you, I am cumming........cummminnnnng. Oh,,,,,,Ohhhh. Cum with me darling. "

I didn't realise until after that my Mom had come into the room to help me with sorting out Nan's things. She stood at the door watching me spurt my cum, and crying for my Nan.

"Greg, what is going on here? Why are you crying for Nan??"

"Oh Mom, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

I stood up and walked downstairs. She followed me and asked for an explanation.

I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and handed one to her. 

"I think you had better sit down Mom, it is quite a tale I have to tell you."

"Well, I'm ready and waiting.|"

So I told her about all the happenings on my last visit to Nana's. How we had watched a movie together and then French kissed. That was the beginning of a wonderful love affair that lasted the whole time I was there, until you arrived just before we left to go home.

Mom was flabbergasted. Then I told her of my desire for her. Again she couldn't believe what she was hearing. I gave her the letter that Nan had left for me and when she read it she looked at me with tears in her eyes, and admitted that she had wanted me in her bed for a long time, long before I started University.

I walked over to her, sat down beside her and put my arms around her. I bent my head and put my hand behind her head and bought her lips to meet mine. She only hesitated for a second and then accepted my tongue into her wet and wild mouth. I had never felt anything so sensuous, even with Nana. I never wanted to lift my lips from hers but we both had to come up for breath.

"Oh yes Greg, you know what I want, don't you."

I lifted her into my arms and carried her upstairs. I went straight to Nan's room and knew that there was where we should consummate our love. 

I stood her in front of me and slowly and gently began to disrobe her. First her Dress, then her petticoat, leaving her standing in just her lacy bra and panties, with a garter belt and stockings and 3" heels.

I then lay her on the bed and gazed down at her. I knew what I was looking at. It so resembled Nan that I thought I was going back in time. She had 36D breasts and a tiny waist, along with a pear shape bottom. I stripped my clothes and threw them aside. I stood and looked at her and slowly ran my fingers along her soft skin, touching her neck, the top of her breasts, the nipples and down to her belly which was so smooth. My fingers then drifted down to the crease between her legs and inserted my middle finger into that lush sexy hole.

That was just a start. I lay down beside her and French kissed her once again. I moved my mouth down to her breast and tickled her nipples with my tongue. This movement was what turned her on so much. She thrust her boobs into my mouth trying to insert both nipples into my mouth at the same time. Her hand went down to her pussy and she started to rub her clit. I took her hand away and told her to be patient, that I was going to take care of all her needs.

After I had feasted on her bounteous breasts for about 15 minutes, I began to work my way down to her pudendum. She had a jet-black arrow pointing to her bold pussy. I licked down it until I reached the tip of her hot pussy. There was a small pick lump of flesh there that had been waiting for me. I was already in Heaven. Just getting this far seducing Mom had made my day.

I lowered my head and licked the tip of the clit and Mom jumped. I turned myself around and crawled between her legs, spreading them so that I could fit my body between them. I again lowered my head and proceeded to make love to that wonderful Garden Of Eden. I began on the outer lips of the labia and gradually worked my way into the centre of that horny hole. From now on this package was MINE.

My Mom, pulled my hair and tugged me up onto her body. I think she was ready for me to enter her holy portals. I hoped so!! I French kissed her once again and felt her hand latch onto my hard pole. I allowed her to guide it down to her pussy and fitted it into the outer lips. I slowly entered the place that I had left many years ago, a bit smaller maybe, but a lot harder than then. I lay quietly and let her feel my hardness as it was inserted in her volcano or cum, just waiting to erupt and flood her whole being. 

I didn't have to wait or work very hard, it was if a tap was turned on. Mom just gushed and gushed. I thought that it would flood the bed. I knew I would have to change the linen. I let her cum to her ultimate conclusion, and then I worked my prick in and out of her pussy and let go with a huge explosion. 



We lay together; we were both breathless.

Mom turned to me. 

"Greg, that was so wonderful. NO wonder Nan was so happy with your visit. I can see how well you took care of her.|

"Mom, whatever I did for Nan, you have been my main priority all along. I have wanted you since I was in High School, but I knew =I was too young to even approach you. I used to watch you doing the laundry and you r skirt or dress would fly up in the wind as you pegged the clothes on the line. I used to go and wank off after seeing that. From now on though, I am going to keep you close to me at all times.. You are all MINE."

"Oh my darling, yes, I am now all yours."

We were due to leave for home in two days and eventually finished sorting out the clothes and various items on Nan's. The house was listed for Sale and we would be notified when it was sold. We left it in the hands of the Real Estate Agent.

We decided to drive home in Nan's car. It was an older model Ford but still in very good condition. Mom said that I could keep it or sell it when we got home. I decided to keep it; many a great wank I have had in it, thinking about both my Nan and Mom.




Hope that these tales are as horny as my previous stories. Just let me know if you want anything more, I may even continue this tale, depending on your votes and comments - jena121.



Nana Ch. 03



After Greg and his Mon arrived home things progressed.

When he had explained to his Mom what had happened between himself and Nana, he then took her to her Mom's bed and proceeded to seduce her.

They knew that they belonged together. They both had work, Mon at the Agency and Greg with his studies at University. 

This went on very calmly until about 6 months into the year when Greg met a young lady at Uni. He gradually slept with his Mom less and less and she was feeling very horny. Mon asked him if he wished to cease their relationship altogether; Greg denied this. He still wanted to sleep with Mom but not as often. He was very busy with both his studies and his girlfriend.

Mom told him that it was not satisfactory for her, he had to make up his mind one way or the other; her or the girl.

Greg realised that this was an ultimatum. He really did not want to give up his time with his Mom, he had waited too long. He thought he could always get another girlfriend.

So he decided to drop the girl. He explained to her that he was just getting too far back in his studies and would have to stay home more. He told her to find someone who would be better for her.

Mom was ecstatic, she had her boy back. She decided to celebrate that night. When Greg came home she was in the kitchen and had the table set with candles and a couple of bottles of red wine. He kissed her fiercely and held her to him. She could feel his hardness as he hugged him. She dragged her body across his and felt it harden even more. 

Greg looked down and commented, "Do you want dinner first or what?"

Mom laughed, "I think we had better have dinner, don't you. Wouldn't want it to get cold, after all it is all your favourite foods. Go and sit down darling."

Greg sat at the table and waited for his Mom to carry out the meal. It was a Steak Diane with a Potato Duchesse, Ratatouille and also a Salad. That was followed by Zabaglione and Raspberries. Along with the wine the dishes made up a wonderful meal. Greg sat next to his mother and every now and then he would feed her with a forkful of food then kiss her. This went on throughout the meal. If he had been able to do the same with the wine he would have, not that he didn't try, but made a bit of a mess.

After dinner Mom told him to go and sit in the Lounge room, which he did.

She packed the dished into the dishwasher and then went upstairs. 

"I won't be a moment darling," she called out.

She left the kitchen and disappeared upstairs. Greg was not in any mood to wait for anything. He was getting more impatient by the minute. He set up a DVD on the TV and walked around the room, all the while wondering what his Mom was doing upstairs.

At last he decided to go on up and see. He started up the stairs and met his Mom starting to come down. She was dressed in a clingy red negligee with a slinky red nightgown underneath. She had on stockings and 4" stilettos which made her look so very sexy.

"Oh Mom, is that all for my benefit." 

"Well I don't see anyone else around here, do you?"

He knelt at the bottom of the stairs and ran his hands up her legs and her calves and upper thighs. He just wanted to worship her. He knew now what he had been missing out on such a wonderful love while he was concentrating on his girlfriend. He didn't want anyone else except the vision that was standing in front of him.

"Mom, you look so beautiful, and I will never look at any other woman again, that I can promise you," he breathed softly.

He led her down the stairs and sat her on the Lounge and sat beside her. He picked up the remote and turned on the video he had set up previously. 

"What are we going to watch, darling?" 

"Just you wait and see, but I know you will like it," he replied.

They made themselves comfortable and Greg put his arms around his Mom's shoulders, reaching down to fondle her breast. The video started and she gasped. It was one of her and Greg making love the first time. 

"Oh Greg, I didn't know that you made this."

"Mon, when Nan and I used to make love she wanted to record it so that I could always remember it. The equipment was all still in the room so I thought I would take advantage of it when I made love to you. Do you like it?"

"My darling, that was so sweet of you, and yes, I love it. Don't ever get rid of it."

They began watching the movie; all the while things were getting hotter on the home front. Greg began to rub and stroke his Mom's breast and kiss her down the side of the neck. He bought up his other hand and released the ties of her negligee and grasped both her bounteous breasts and kneaded them. 

He bent his head and started to kiss and lave them, then gently biting the nipples until they stood out like bullets. He nibbled these delicious treats with his Mother's hand behind his head pushing him into the hollow between her boobs. 

In the meantime, her hands was doing its own exploring. She ran her hands around his body and down his stomach, ending when her fingers touched the tip of his hot rod. He was standing to attention by then and she gently rubbed and stroked it until he thought he was going to explode.

He lay her down on the Lounge and pulled up her nightgown. 

"Actually Mom, as much as I love this, I think it can come right off." He sat her up again and dragged it over her head.

"That's much better."

He continued to concentrate on her breasts but with his spare hand he felt her body down to the pubic area. His middle finger lightly touched the top of her clit and she jumped. "Ohhhh," she sighed.

"Just lie back and enjoy Mom, I really want to love you tonight and make up for all we have missed."

His fingers roamed around the outer frame of her labia, teasing her to a rapid retaliation so that she rubbed and touched him more vehemently, Greg eventually inserted a finger inside and worked it back and forth, adding another finger every few moments until her had all four fingers inside her hot, wet pussy.

All this time Greg was growing more randy and need to insert his prick inside her pussy. 

"Mom, can we go upstairs please. I want to fuck you in the bed."

"Oh yes, Greg, let's go."

He picked hr up in his arms and carried her up to the bedroom. He lay her down and after taking off his own clothes, dropped on the bed beside her. He was so ready to begin all over again, but Mom wasn't ready to wait. 

Ron was going to give her all the loving that she deserved so he held her down by her wrists with one hand. He tongued her all over from the ti of her nose, across her cheeks, her lips, down her neck and laved both her breasts, suckling and gently biting on her nipples. He continued down to her navel and ran his tongue around it, and slipped on down to her mound of Venus. After licking and sipping at the outer labia for a few moments, he dipped the tip of his tongue into the opening of her wet lips. As his tongue touched the clit she screamed, "Ronnie...... Ronnniiieee, Ronnniiieeeeeeee......give me more."

He continued to tickle her clit and work his lips around her labial lips for so long 

that she thought she would go out of her mind. "Cum for me Mom, I want to swallow your cum." She felt a ripple and then a great rush of something, she wasn't sure what it was, but it felt so good. Ron kept on eating her pussy until she released a great amount of cum. His face was awash with his Mother's cum. He raised himself to look at her and leant down and kissed her full on the mouth. She tasted herself on his lips.

He immediately dragged himself over her body so that his hard man meat lay on her belly. All this time his erection had been pressing on her, and creating spasms of feeling running down to her groin. 

"Mom, I am now going to give you the fuck of your life. I promise you."

With that he inserted the bulbous head of his cock into the fiery opening of her cunt and slipped it right into her, inch by inch, until he was completely inside her and touching her womb. She was guiding him into her all the time and they both felt the final touch. Greg was lost. He didn't want his Mom to have to wait any longer, so he started to work his cock in and out of that hot hole. With the combined friction from both of their sexes, culmination couldn't be far away. 

"Mommy Mommy, I'mmmmmm cummmmmming," Greg roared. At the same time, Mom screamed out her fulfilment.

As they lay and got their breath back, Greg turned to her and said :-

"Mom, I will always have Nan to thank for you. I am sure that she is watching from wherever she is and is approving of all we have done and will do in the future. I love you."



Nana Cotton's Secret



Nana Cotton was soft and pretty as her name with a round, friendly face that Richard loved from the time he was eight and a half years old.

Now he was thirty-five and Nancy "Nana" Cotton was sixty-eight, but she was still soft-faced and lovely. She looked like she'd cry for you if you asked her.

But long ago, when he was eight and she lived two doors away, she would often babysit Richard, playing with him on the living room floor for a while before putting him to bed.

He couldn't pronounce the name Nancy and so he called her Nana. Except for Richard's mom, who thought it was funny, no one else called her by that name.

At eight-thirty sharp, she would grab Richard's little hand and lead him to his bed. He lay down on this pillow, face up, hands across his chest, and she would pull the covers up to his chin and then lean over and kiss him on the forehead.

"I love you, Nana," he would say, unless he was too tired to speak. And the next morning he would awaken with the sun streaming into his room and sometimes he would pretend Nana Cotton was lying there next to him.

After graduating from high school, Nana stayed at his house again but not as a babysitter this time. Some kind of bug problem - Richard was never sure what kind exactly - meant her entire home had to be tented and fumigated. Nana spent three nights in Richard's home while he husband was out of town on a business trip. 

On the first night, Richard's parents went to bed early as they usually did, but he and Nana stayed up to watch a late movie together. They laughed about her experiences babysitting him and he blushed at all the stupid things he did growing up. At around eleven they went to bed.

He was still awake when he heard her coming down the hall. He followed her footsteps past his door. Then she stopped and quietly returned to Richard's room.

Nana walked into his room, stood there for a moment, then walked up to his bed and leaned over to kiss him, just like she used to do years ago. Her magnificent breasts pressed against the back of Richard's hands just as they always did. The heft of her warm tits on the back of his hands turned his cock hard and made it difficult to get much sleep at all that night.

On the second night of her stay, Nana again came into the room, but this time when she leaned down, he gave vent to his lust, turning his hands over and squeezing her breasts.

Nana was not upset. "Not so hard, sweetheart," was all she said and he eased his grip a little, feeling the lightning flash of desire burning his loins. She let his hands remain there, her breaths increasing a little. The next night - her last night in the home - she stayed away and, though disappointed, Richard stroked himself to a monumental climax.

In a few more weeks, he was off to school. His family moved across state shortly afterward and he didn't see or communicate with Nana Cotton for another twenty years. Then there was school. A job. A marriage.

That was when he received a phone call from his mother.

"Frank Cotton passed away last week," she said. Frank was Nana's husband. "You know dad had the surgery last Tuesday so we can't travel to the funeral. We're hoping you can go. Someone in the family should be there."

Richard changed a few plans, placed a last minute reservation and made it into town, but late to the funeral. He stood in the back of the church.

At the end of the service, an unknown man - probably a relative - stood up and invited everybody to the house. When Nana walked by on the way out of church, she did not seem to recognize Richard. This hurt him more than he expected. Nana's face was still soft but more lined than he remembered, her hair grayer and her figure fuller.

Richard was tempted to skip the dinner at Nana's home since he would know no one there. He decided to make a short appearance and at least reintroduce himself. He wondered if she would even remember him.

When he got to Nana's home, he saw the other guests feeding on the casseroles and cold cuts arrayed on the dining room table. He stepped into the queue, grabbed a plastic fork and paper plate, scooped up some potato salad, rye bread and meat and sat awkwardly on a chair with the plate in his lap.

"Richard," came a gentle, familiar voice. He looked up past the bountiful breasts to the soulful eyes of the first woman he ever cared for and lusted after. He managed to put the plate on the table, stood up and looked down at her. He was eight again and he began to cry.

"I hurt so much for you, Nana," he said and she wrapped him in her knowing arms, his tears falling on her shoulders.

She murmured unintelligible things and patted his back with a consoling touch, as if it was he and not she who'd lost a close family member.

"I'm so glad you came, Richard," she said. Her eyes were hazel and wide and open to understanding every kind of hurt. "I've thought about you often." She pushed him away and looked him up and down. "You've become a big, handsome man and not the boy I remember."

Nana grabbed a paper napkin and touched it to her tongue before wiping it along the top of Richard's mouth and along the side. "Potato salad is so messy," she said, blushing a little. He remembered that she would moisten a paper towel with her lips and wipe away Kool-Aid stains on his face when he was a boy.

"You must have come a long way," she said. "Where are you staying?"

"I don't know," Richard said. "I just got here. I'm sorry I'm late. I'll find a place in town."

"Nonsense," Nana said. "I have two extra rooms. You'll stay here and we'll catch up. Just like the old days. Okay?"

Just like the old days. He felt a familiar shiver though his loins. He could refuse her nothing. Richard nodded and she patted his arm lightly before moving off to speak with another guest. A few times he saw her look in his direction and smile.

Nana's daughter, Pagers, and her little girl, Chelsea, were also staying in Nana's house.

Richard remembered Pagers from three decades earlier. She was about four years older than he. Different gender. Different friends. They'd never had much to do with one another.

That evening after everyone left, the three adults reminisced about Frank Cotton, laughed about his perennial battles with lawnmowers and internal combustion engines, his gentle manner.

Richard could only recall the kindness of the short man with the Friar Tuck tonsure already in his thirties. He was quiet, soft spoken, but a mystery beyond that.

At about nine, Pagers leaned over her mother and hugged her, whispered something into her ear, then hugged her again. She turned to Richard. "I'm going to bed now," she said. "It's been a long day and Chelsea will be up early."

When Richard stood up to acknowledge her departure, Nana smiled. When Pagers closed the door to her bedroom, Nana went into the kitchen and brought back two glasses and a big bottle of scotch.

"My ice machine's trying to catch up," she said. "I hope you like it neat."

Richard didn't like scotch at all but he nodded and smiled as she poured two fingers into his glass.

"It wasn't exactly a surprise about Frank," she said, taking a long pull on her glass. "He'd been sick quite a while. I feel bad for saying it, but I was almost relieved when he passed."

Richard said nothing. Mostly he was surprised that this saintly woman drank alcohol and was clearly comfortable doing so. He sipped slowly and felt the heat warm his throat and slowly spread to his face.

Nana laughed in that non-judgmental way, natural like a mountain waterfall. "Not a scotch drinker, huh Richard?" She stared at him a long time while saying this. Her expression was warm as always, but more probing than he remembered.

He coughed a little and tried to suppress it. "I'm getting used to it," he said. "It's good."

Nana took a deep breath and put the glass down, staring off toward the dark window across the room. She said nothing for a long time and Richard remained silent too, trying not to be obvious as he scanned her mature form, her fine legs and pretty knees, still at 68-years old.

"Frank was a wonderful person," he said, finally. "That's what I remember about him."

This seemed to break her reverie and she picked up the glass again and looked in his direction as if seeing him for the first time. "He was a fine man," she said. "A good provider. A good partner. Loyal, trustworthy and honest."

"Sounds like a Boy Scout," Richard said, chuckling. "You two always seemed like the perfect couple."

"Did we?" she said. "Well, things aren't always what they seem. Are you married, Richard?"

"I was," he said, surprised at her candor. He took another sip of the scotch and she refilled his glass. "Married the prettiest girl in school. About five years in she decided she still had a thing for the halfback and they ran off together to start their own football team."

"Ouch," she said.

"Yeah."

"My folks told me Frank was a good catch," Nana said. "Strong, good values. All the stuff parents like to see in a potential husband." Another long drink. She'd done this before. "And they were right. He was all that."

"So you were happy?"

"Happy is a funny word," she said, crossing her legs so Richard caught a glance of bare thigh briefly. "You always think you can pour more in. Why can't I be happier? Shouldn't I be grateful for what I have?"

Richard nodded. The scotch was going down easier now and his head was light. His mood grew uncharacteristically bold. "We always want more," he said. "That's the way people are. What did you want?"

Nana thought about this for a while, tapped the glass rim against her front teeth. "I wanted to be willing to disappoint him. To admit to things. Dark things. And have him not be unhappy with me when he heard them. I never felt comfortable doing that."

"Dark things," Richard said. "I don't think of darkness when I think of you."

"Well, there you go," she said, her smile looser now. "I'll tell you a secret if you promise not to think less of me. Do you want to hear it?"

Richard got up and moved over to the couch next to her. He could see fine lines in her face and thick streaks of gray in her hair. He picked up her left hand. "Tell me," he said.

She left her hand in his, looked left and right conspiratorially, and whispered to him. "Do you remember what happened when I stayed at your house that one time? It was just after you graduated from high school."

Like he could ever forget that. Richard shook his head.

"You touched my breasts and I didn't stop you," she said, emptying her glass. "I didn't want to. Does that shock you?"

If he weren't slightly buzzed, Richard was sure he would have blushed. He shook his head as if he didn't understand.

Nana laughed loud in that musical way of hers, then put her fingers against her mouth to dampen the sound. "You do remember," she said and her face reddened and not from the scotch. She tapped his hand consolingly.

He took another drink, lowered his head and smiled. "How could I forget it? It was a comfort and a little naughty. It was a secret we shared. I loved you more for it."

Nana looked at him a long time, surprised, reconsidering. He wasn't sure which.

"I let you do it," she said. "Even though I knew it was wrong. I felt like I was tip-toeing into a dark pond Frank would never understand. And I enjoyed it for that reason alone."

Before long, the talk turned to his job, her flowers and his family. When he went to bed, he slept on his back like he used to do so long ago. He left the bedroom door half open and soon heard the soft padding of her feet and a sweep of light crossed his face as she opened the door and came in.

Nana sat on the edge of his bed like she always did. But this time she was wearing a medium-length nightgown and her smile was soft and gentle. Against the light from the door, he could see through the nightgown to the sway of her large breasts and the tiny tummy roll below them.

"Goodnight, Richard," she said as she brushed his cheek with her soft, warm hand. She leaned over to kiss his forehead and Richard turned his hands palm up and cupped each soft breast while she lingered over him.

"You have a much gentler touch now," she said to him and then kissed him lightly on the lips and he could taste the scotch there. Richard pulled her closer as she moved to get up and she smiled, as if surprised. He stroked her right breast and moved his right hand down her back to the soft pillow of her ass, pulling her forward. He kissed her more firmly, gently probing her mouth with his tongue until she responded, though a little tentatively.

"I love you, Nana," he said, before cupping both breasts again and finally dropping his hands and closing his eyes.

**************************************

Richard awoke next morning with a sense of fresh intimacy, a smile and a hardon.

Nana wished him a cheerful good morning as he strode into the kitchen wearing only his pajama bottoms and no shirt. She tended to bacon and sausage on the griddle while a stack of cooked hotcakes huddled against a corner.

"Eggs?" she asked. "I feel like making a big breakfast today."

She wore a robe over her nightgown but neither hid the smoothness of her bare calves or the proud ass underneath. 

He walked up to her and turned her around as she muttered a half-hearted objection. She looked at his bare chest and smiled as if he was an energetic boy trying to be mischievous.

Then he placed his hands on each side of her face and pulled her lips to him. Even as she did so, he was surprised at how wide her face was, how warm. She closed her eyes as he pressed his wet lips against her dry ones but within seconds, he knew it was a mistake.

His hardon, which had stayed mercifully clear of her body, drooped away in humiliation. His tongue, which poked at her mouth, was blocked by adamantly shut teeth. She turned away sharply and flipped the sausages which needed no flipping.

Only dots of color on both wide cheeks betrayed any emotion at all. Richard sat down at the table, said nothing, and finally asked if he could pour out orange juice to which Nana nodded absently.

It took two plates to carry all the food to the table but neither of them ate much. Richard had a single strip of bacon and half a link sausage. Nana had a single hotcake and drank all the juice.

Richard returned to his room, showered and got dressed. When he returned to the kitchen, Nana's daughter, Pagers, and her daughter Chelsea were supping hungrily on the hotcakes. Suitcases rested against the far wall.

" 'Morning, Richard," she said. "I thought Chelsea would get me up early, but I guess all of yesterday's excitement wore her out." Richard looked guiltily at Nana but she was smiling at Chelsea. "Mom said she'd drive us to the airport but she's the slowest driver on the planet."

"I've got a rental car," Richard said. "And I'm already dressed. Let me take you."

Pagers stuffed a piece of bacon into her mouth and Richard could see that her face would grow broad like her mother's in a few decades. "I was hoping you'd say that," she said, looking just a little bit guilty.

Hurried good-byes followed and Richard broke more than a few speed limits getting her to the airport on time.

"Mom's a little lonely," Pagers said. "I wish I could stay longer but work . . . She needs to pack some things up. Get on with the business of moving on. If you can't stick around to help, that's fine. I'll be back at Thanksgiving." But her eyes looked imploringly at Richard's.

"I'll play it by ear," he said and she patted his hand and kissed him on the cheek. Then they were gone.

When he returned to Nana's home, she was dressed in a long blouse and ankle-length skirt. She was stripping the beds in Pagers' room so Richard found a dish towel and dried and put away the breakfast dishes. Nana walked into the kitchen looking uncomfortable but managed to smile unevenly when she saw him at work.

"Why Pagers?" Richard asked while draping the towel over a rack next to the refrigerator.

"What?"

"It's an unusual name," he said. "Where did it come from?"

This served the purpose of defusing the earlier uncomfortableness. It turned out her daughter's given name was Katherine but when she was an infant, she squeaked in a way that reminded Nana of her husband's office pager.

"Nobody calls her Katherine anymore," Nana said, blushing. "Maybe at work, I don't know."

The blousy white shirt only suggested at the bounty underneath. A long silence hung between them before he spoke again.

"I didn't make a reservation for a return flight," he said. "It's probably too late for today but I can be out of here tomorrow. If that's okay."

She patted his hand without looking at him. Said nothing.

Richard returned to his room and stuffed the few clothes he brought into his carryon bag. There was a light knock on the door.

"You know," she said, actually blushing now, "I could use a little help moving a few boxes into the garage. If you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," he said.

Apparently she had packed a lot of husband Frank's clothes away after his sickness began eating away at his once robust frame. Richard moved them onto a high shelf in the garage then, without prompting, hung up the remainder of his clothes in a small closet built into a corner.

It took less than an hour to do it all.

When he returned to the living room, Nana was sitting on the couch, nursing some kind of drink.

"Does Cascade Park still have those beautiful gardens?" he asked her.

She looked up and tried to smile. He couldn't tell if she had been crying. "Yes," she said. "The daffodils are gone but I'll bet the tulips are in bloom."

She got into his car and they drove to the city park, surprised he still remembered the way. Red and yellow tulips festooned the beds along the walkway. The two of them walked arm in arm only occasionally passing anyone else. Nana brushed some of the tulip heads until yellow pollen coated her fingers.

"Did you know you can eat tulip leaves?" she said, touching her tongue to her fingers. "They're a little sweet."

"And the pollen?" Richard asked.

Nana turned away and tried to spit in a ladylike way. "Not as good," she said.

They both laughed and she snuggled closer to him, her right breast firm against his elbow. "This is nice," she said. "I needed this."

Nana reached up to kiss him on the cheek, letting her lips linger before looking away shyly. The spots of color bloomed quickly on her cheeks like red tulips opening to the spring.

They had lunch in town after the garden stroll. He enjoyed watching her back out of the passenger side seat, her round ass and fine legs showing off to advantage in the midday sun. When they returned to the car after lunch, she held his hand and, to Richard's surprise, kissed the top of it once.

"You stay as long as you want, Richard," she said. "I've forgotten how much fun it is having you around." Then she patted his hand the way an aged aunt might when she saw her young nephew after a long separation.

That evening they enjoyed a light dinner after the late lunch downtown. She sat on one end of the couch while Richard sat on the other. She enjoyed game shows and called out answers in a loud voice, getting them wrong most times, then laughing at herself. After the shows were over, she went to the cupboard and removed two tumbler glasses. She lifted one up to Richard with a questioning glance.

"Sure," he said.

"And today I've got ice," she said, giggling. 

They watched some mindless programs for a while and Nana downed two glasses of scotch.

"We used to do this when I babysat you all those years ago," she said, looking at him, a glow on her face that wasn't a reflection from the television. "Do you remember?"

He hadn't until she mentioned it but then it came back to him. "Yes," Richard said, smiling widely. His mouth, unused to scotch, felt slightly anesthetized. "I would lay in your lap and fall asleep. I forgot about that."




Nana Cotton's Secret



Nana pulled a throw pillow from behind her and put it on her lap. "Come," she said. "You worked hard today. And then you took me out. You're probably exhausted."

She slapped the pillow a couple of times until he finally slid over next to her. She smelled of scotch and something faintly floral. Was it the tulips?

Richard rested his head on its side so he could still watch the television. She moved a little under him and after a few moments she began stroking his hair the way she used to do so many years earlier. Once she leaned over to kiss the side of his head and he could feel those wonderful breasts slide across his shoulder.

"Some things never change," she said, patting his shoulder.

Richard felt the warmth of her thighs seeping through the pillow and it stirred his arousal even more. And then there was the scotch . . .

"Except little boys grow up," he said, turning to look up at her, seeing the pink cheek blooms once more on the broad, friendly face.

This made Nana involuntarily wiggle her drink which caused the scotch to splash along her chin and down her throat. She screamed and laughed while Richard found a cocktail napkin and began wiping her chin . . . her throat. He watched as the liquid crawled down her blouse past the aged and tan skin near the neckline to the smooth whiteness below. Richard looked into her eyes.

He tapped at her chest once with a napkin then pressed his mouth against her chest, smelling the flowers again, tasting the sweet scotch's icy flavor. He boldly flicked at the top button which popped open to reveal the delicious prize inside.

She wore no bra. All day with her and he had never noticed. He lapped between her breasts to suck up the last of the liquid. Then he jammed his fingers in her scotch glass and wiped it along the expanse of the huge old mammary.

A shouted call of surprise from Nana as her nipple and its wide aureole shrunk and Richard lapped at the nubs, licking gently then sucking harder.

Nana pulled him to her chest and began rolling her head back and forth as though she were asleep and in a nightmare. Or, perhaps, a wonderfully fulfilled dream.

She called Richard's name once and then took her free hand and began pulling on her other nipple while her lap rose and fell in a regular rhythm. The pillow slid to the floor.

Nana's eyes were closed and she moaned without stopping. She pulled her hands away from her tit and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse throwing it open like this was opening night of a promising new play.

"Pull," she gasped. "Pull my breast."

She was tugging on her nipple with such ferocity her tit was almost parallel to the floor. Richard held up the elderly dug he was working with both hands and pulled hard with his lips until she screamed even louder.

He pulled his hands away from her chest and kissed her hard on the mouth, her teeth no obstacle this time, her tongue reaching into him like something hungry and alive.

"Nana, Nana," he said, slobbering kisses and wet tongue lashes on her face.

"Suck on Nana's tits, darling," she said. "Nana wants to feed DIckie."

Richard was stunned at how monumentally glorious her boobs were, how deliciously malleable and sensitive to each chew or bite or kiss. He tried to suck as much of her as he could into his mouth as she renewed the rolling of her head.

At one point she seemed to take a breath and reached down to touch his crotch where his member was hard and eager. At that same moment, he freed a hand, yanked up the granny skirt that seemed to go on forever and ran his hands along her knees, her thighs and into the wet twat he had dreamed about for so long.

"Sweet, sweet," she said as he slid four fingers into her aged pussy and began gently sawing against the nub of her clitoris. "It is all right. It's always been all right."

If this was an apology, Richard accepted it completely.

"I want to kiss you there, Nana Cotton," he said. "I want to taste you."

"I love you, my sweet Dickie," she said, eyes still closed, head still now but perspiration breaking out on her forehead and her chest. "You can do anything you want to your Nana."

To his surprise, she reached into the scotch glass - without opening her eyes - and withdrew an ice cube. She moved his hand gently away and then jammed it into her cunt with a sweet grandmotherly shudder.

"You get it, Dickie," she said. "You get it for Nana."

Richard began lifting the skirt up further. Nana lifted her ass so he could push the skirt underneath her. Now her wonderful legs and wide, hairy snatch were completely visible for the first time. A cold stream of melted ice ran from her cunt, down her thigh and onto the couch.

Richard kissed the soft and sweetly scented cunt hair, scraping his nose along her sex before plunging in with his tongue to recover the nugget of ice.

'"Here, darling," she said, her mouth open, eyes shut again.

Richard placed his mouth over hers and he wondered if she could taste her own juices as she probed for the ice cube.

Nana's busy, hungry tongue didn't give the ice cube a chance. Richard worried that his fillings might melt. He stood up.

"Closer," she said, and in a single, hurried movement, she undid his belt and yanked open his fly. But then with an odd gentleness, she slowly slid off his briefs and cradled his scrotum in both hands, her breath coming faster as his steel hard cock waggled before her face.

Nana gave his balls a gentle squeeze and then grabbed his cock with both hands and slapped it between her tits. She looked up at him, not smiling, seeing only a cock thing when she looked at him. Nothing in her eyes but a hard wantonness. 

"You don't know how many times I fantasized this moment, Richard," she said, rubbing his cock against her right nipple before lifting it almost reverently to her left tit, Richard's precum leaving a drooping, sticky bridge across the two glorious mounds.

She was breathing hard as he looked down on her, a red flush on her cheeks, a kind of growl or purring coming from her mouth when she wasn't speaking. She flicked at his cock with her tongue just once, lapping his juice, smacking her lips and shaking her head as if a delicious and previously unknown nectar had fallen upon her tongue.

"Darling Dickie, it was always you and me, wasn't it?" Nana said as if talking to herself, alternately stroking his cock and wiping it across her tits, her nipples, slapping her chin. Then again.

Was it true? Is this why his first marriage failed? Was it Nana Cotton he'd always wanted?

Richard dug both fingers into her thick hair and she moaned louder still.

"You give it to me, sweetheart. You give it to Nana. All of it. Now, baby."

The flapping tits, the broad smooth back, the tops of the thighs only barely visible now. And then she growled more feral than before. Demanding. Insistent.

"Now, darlin'."

And at that moment, the cum shot sprayed the point of her chin and Nana squeaked almost in surprise when the white gobs dripped onto her chest. She dropped his still hard cock and rubbed the cum into her tits, her nipples. Then she grabbed his shaft and jammed it hard against her right breast, throwing her head back as she did so.

Nana found another cum glob on her cheek and mashed it hard between her tits, rubbing it almost down to her navel, her body shaking as she did so. She made lazy circles on her chest until the cum dried.

Then she stood up and daintily slid the skirt off her legs, throwing it over her shoulder as she walked away.

Her beautiful ass cheeks rolled against each other and she smirked when she looked back and caught Richard watching them, his pants around his ankles, his still half-hard member standing by expectantly.

Then he heard water running, a shower door opening and closing and singing coming from Nana Cotton's bathroom. Richard dropped onto the couch, not even bothering to pull up his pants, and he thought he could hear his heart beating, even over the sound of the shower.

After about a minute he stood up and kicked his pants and underwear against the couch. Shoes. Socks. Then his shirt. The door to the bathroom was open and he walked in.

The stand-up shower had floor to ceiling windows but he could barely make out the fleshy shape inside through the steam.

He opened the door and Nana stood there, her back to him, a gentle rain from the showerhead rolling off her shoulders and streaming off the round globes of her ass. She was still humming something to herself and pushed her ass toward the shower head so the full spray now fell on both cheeks.

Richard took one butt cheek in each hand and she shifted her legs as he sidled up behind her, the water falling on him now. Her head was hung low. Defeated? Submissive? He couldn't tell.

"I love you, Nana," he said. "I've always loved you. From the first time From the first time you kissed me good night. No other woman had a chance. I realize that now."

Nana shivered as he spoke, turning her head slightly to the left, a wicked smile on the old rain-washed face. He kissed her neck softly, flicked at her ear with his tongue and felt the familiar energy in his loins return.

"You do what you want, Dickie," she growled softly. "Now it's your turn. Okay, baby?"

Richard dropped to his knees on the tile and stroked and nipped at Nana's ass and even with the water crashing on his head, he could hear her mewing, both hands bracing her body against the wall. 

He ran his fingers along her thighs, inside and out, taunting her cunt just briefly before stroking her smooth legs to the ankles, the painted toes and each foot. They were smooth and soft and Nana lifted one foot and he took all the toes in his mouth, licking and biting. She moaned again. He stood up.

"You told me you tip-toed into a dark pond when you let me touch you all those years ago," Richard said into her ear. "But what you didn't know is I've carried a hunger for your darkness for years. I understand it. It's something we share. The dreams. The fantasies."

Nana's breathing was growing more rapid, the color on her face blooming once again. She pulled his head to her mouth and whispered hotly into his ear. "Make the fantasy real, Dickie," she said, biting at his earlobe. "No more waiting, darling."

Richard grabbed both mature breasts and felt the nipples harden under his palm, pressed his cock against her ass until she whelped. Then he fell to his knees once more and let the secret fantasy wash over him like the warm water.

This time he massaged the ass cheeks roughly, spread them wide and kissed the space between, burying his mouth against the puckered asshole and tasting the salty, warmth within. When Nana backed against him and screamed, he threw both arms around her waist and pulled her ass into his face, licking and sucking and biting.

"Wait," she said, chest heaving, mouth wide open to suck air. "I need to catch my breath."

Richard shut the shower off and listened to the soft echo of her gasping and then he opened the shower door. He stepped out and as he did, she stood up straight, her face wild, her lips wide apart, her tongue flicking out at him like a serpent's.

She stepped onto the rug with him and he pushed her against the shower door, his mouth wide open against hers, their tongues beating relentlessly against each other. She pulled him hard against her, pulling at his ass so his erection poked against her belly, water dripping from their bodies. 

Nana bit his lip so Richard could taste his own blood. He touched his mouth and painted her lip with the blood and her tongue lapped at it hungrily.

"Your Nana," she said. "Your Nana." Again and again, her breath rising in intensity once more.

Richard took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He pulled back the sheets and she lay down, legs wide apart, her pubic hair wet and delicious to see. The lips of her vagina were red and plump and she ran her fingers languidly over them, her eyes flickering a little with each stroke, water soaking into the sheets.

Richard pressed his entire face against her cunt and she laughed and held his head down with one hand.

"Bite me, darling," she said. "Bite me there, baby."

Richard chewed gently on each of the vaginal lips. 

"Harder," she croaked.

He attacked her cunt with new energy, biting and licking and moaning along with her. He took a free hand and worked one finger past the sphincter. Then two. Then three.

"Christ!" Nana screamed. "Christ in heaven!" as she pressed hard against his fingers then, almost as an afterthought, resumed her pressure on the back of his head. "I've never been touched there. You make me feel . . . glorious."

Richard's cock was harder than he ever remembered. Harder even than it was when he came on her chest - when was it, twenty minutes earlier?

Richard pulled away and straddled her body, gasping as he took in the elderly breasts splayed out on either side of her chest, her flickering eyes. Her open mouth.

She seemed to marshal all her energy and all her self control just to be able to speak. "Fuck me, Dickie. Fuck your Nana."

He brought his cock against her cunt. It was wet with her juices, his saliva, shower water. He reached under her body and grabbed her ass then paused. He looked her into the eyes.

"I've waited all my life for this moment," he said.

She nodded quickly, almost fearfully. Richard plunged his prick inside Nana while screaming her name and she thrashed like a laboratory bug under a pin, screaming "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" over and over while stroking her clit.

His sexual excitement was beyond anything he believed possible. He was able to withhold ejaculation only because he had cum a half-hour earlier.

She seemed ready for another orgasm when Richard pulled out and watched his sticky hardon bounce like a diving board over her chubby belly.

"No. Don't stop," she said. "Dicky!"

Richard flipped her over and she said nothing. Then a slight bob of her head.

Richard put his cock against her anus and pushed in easily thanks to his earlier preparations. "Fuck Nana's ass, Dickie. Yes. YES!"

He was deep inside her now, wild with lust as he watched Nana's great ass cheeks receive his thrusts while wiggling provocatively.

"Harder," she said, sliding up and down a little, trying to reach his ass to force his cock further into her. "Harder. And give me all your cum. Give it to me in my ass, Dickie."

"This is my fantasy, Nana," he said.

"And mine too, my darling."

All the way out, pause, then all the way in. At every stroke she moaned or screamed in pain, pleasure, he couldn't tell. She moved both hands under her, fingering her clit. Once he smacked an ass cheek and she urged him on. So again. And again.

Nothing, it seemed, was off limits.

Her next scream was transcendental and she arched her back with an animal shudder.

Richard pushed his cock into her rectum as hard and far as it would go and painted her bowels with a cum spray explosion that seemed to go on forever.

As he listened to her sighs, he understood that every fantasy he ever had was only a dull reflection of this indescribable reality.

Every dark dream was true.