Nana's Cookies Ch. 01

Hello, readers! After my last story, I doubt many of you thought I would upload again so quickly. This story took a long time to write, and its length reflects that. I broke it up into four chapters to make it more digestible, but regardless, it remains a slow build that rewards patient readers.

If long stories are not for you, I do hope that you give it a shot anyway. I think you will be pleasantly surprised. Happy fapping!

-CK

Edited by neuroparenthetical

It would take more than two hands for me to count the number of times my Mom caught me jerking off while I finishing my final year of high school.

Most of those occasions fell on days where I had lied to her about studying to get into medical school, just like my father. No matter how hard I tried to pursue that dream, I could rarely stifle my masturbatory urge for long keep my mind on track.

Being sequestered in my room with nothing but a laptop and a high speed internet connection was a recipe for disaster. My desire to follow in Dad's footsteps was enormous. I wanted to make him proud, but that desire paled in comparison to my obsession with pornography.

The year I turned eighteen, Mom had to remove my bedroom door to ensure that I did not waste the day away jerking off in my bedroom. Her watchful eye made it so that, up to that point in my life, I had yet to experience my first kiss.

It was not entirely her fault, though. I recognized that being a porn addicted hermit made it hard to come out of my shell. I felt uncomfortable talking to women, and that anxiety was just another reason that I felt completely inept when it came to courting them. Even if I had the confidence, spending hours obsessing over my laptop made it impossible to meet any of them in the real world.

That time was rarely spent studying, though. Had I focused on homework, rather than porn, there would have been more post-secondary education options available to me once I graduated high school. My grades were subpar, so I knew that the more prestigious schools would be out of reach.

I'd picked a few schools that interested me, but had only been accepted into my fallback school. I had also failed to secure any scholarships, forcing me to rely on my parent's money lest I incur thousands and thousands of dollars of student loan debt.

Luckily for Mom, the only school I had been accepted into was the one that she had been advocating for. Though I did not understand why she was so fond of it at the time, she was sure to inform me just a few days after I had received the letter of acceptance.

The three of us were in the kitchen after dinner, with a series of dirty plates covering the table that had yet to be cleared. Mom tapped her foot at a thousand beats per minute, the toes of her black slippers slapping on the tile floor. Her palpable anxiety ran counter to Dad's calm, stoic silence.

"You know this is what you need," she said.

"I know that this is unfair!" I exclaimed with a heavy heart. I knew there was no point in arguing once her mind was made up, but I felt compelled to try. "I'm an adult now. Are you seriously going to force me to choose the school you want?"

With a shake of his head, Dad swooped in to play both sides, as per usual. "It's not about that, and you know it, James. You're perfectly capable of making your own decisions; we don't doubt that."

"Then what is all this?" I nearly gave myself whiplash as I rapidly panned back and forth between their faces. I already knew why they were forcing me to live with Nana for the duration of my time at university, but I wanted to hear them admit it.

Mom folded her arms over each other. "James, please. Think about your future. You're a smart boy. You just need a little push in the right direction."

"Does that push have to send me right into the arms of my grandmother? You can't be serious!" I didn't often get away with raising my voice at Mom, but she could tell I was upset by the news, so she let it slide. "Not only am I being forced to pick the school you guys want, but you're forcing me to live with Nana the whole time? How is that fair?"

Dad sighed. His body language admitted that he, too, saw the absurdity in her demand. "I know it's a bit crazy, but you know how high the stakes are. We can't put this amount of money towards school just to have you throw it all away."

I rolled my eyes. "Why would I do that, exactly?"

Mom snorted. "You have a porn addiction, James! I've caught you lying about your studies twice this week! That is not a recipe for success."

"And who exactly is defining 'success' here?" I asked.

The warden offered up her trademark authoritative smirk. She had never been one to beat around the bush. "We are. You need to make the most of this opportunity."

Dad came in to soften the blow. "And we know that you will. We just think that Nana will make it easier. Her internet is too slow to allow... you know."

I slumped my shoulders. They were not going to change their minds, I knew that much. I could not be mad at them, since their hearts were in the right places, but it still felt harsh to send me away like a petulant brat.

I had wanted to go to a school much farther away from their house and their rules, but the plain fact of the matter was that I couldn't afford tuition, a dorm room, and a meal plan all on my own-- not if I wanted to achieve my dream of becoming a physician. To that end, it was Nana or nothing.

I made a promise to myself that I going to overcome my addiction. It had ruled me for too long. I naively hoped that the presence of a sixty-five year old woman in the house would dissuade my hormones from taking full control, even though that had never stopped them before.

I repeated variations of those ideas silently to myself for weeks and weeks, reminding myself every day of what lay ahead so that it would feel like less of a culture shock when it happened.

Months passed, and by the time September arrived I had come to terms with my situation. Living with Nana was not my first choice, but I came to accept - and even be excited by - the prospect of self-improvement.

I kept that positive state of mind for the couple of hours that it took to drive to Nana's house. I was not dreading it by then, but still felt a bit of anxiety in the pit of my stomach when we finally pulled into the driveway.

We dragged our bodies out of the cramped sedan and stretched out our limbs. The summer sun was beating down on us, reminding us that we were too weak to survive for long without our creature comforts. I liked the outdoors, but I hated the heat, especially when it made me feel like I could tear off my skin like strips of wet paper.

If I were to spend any time in the sun that year, I figured it would have to be within spitting distance of Nana's pool. I tried my best to convince myself that the stifling blanket of heat, much like my forced relocation to her house, was a blessing in disguise.

Dad scurried over to the front door and rang the bell. It was finally time to see, with my own eyes, how I would spent the next several months of my life.

The rust-covered hinges of the front door groaned in pain as Nana forced them open. I dreamed that she would be unable to do so, preventing us from ever entering and thus erasing the rest of the story that my mother had written out for me.

Nana appeared in the doorway with a big, cheesy grin on her face. Even in the poor light I could make out the telltale features of a woman that time had refused to touch. Nana had always taken remarkably good care of herself, and thus wore her age with pride. In fact, Mom was starting to show more wrinkles than she was, but of course I'd never uttered anything of the sort to anyone.

Nana's lustrous, shoulder-length hair was parted to the side. A few errant strands, paler than the purest moonlight, dangled just above her eyebrow. It framed her face and captured the light so uniquely that it made all of her other features stand out: the slight upturn of her button nose, the small mole that was perfectly poised above her upper lip, and the dazzle of her magnificent sapphire eyes.

It was as though someone had designed her from the ground up to age like fine wine; she somehow managed to look better and better every time I saw her.

Everything from her shoulders to her slender, toned legs looked like it belonged to a woman half her age. Her legs maintained their shape down to the red-painted toenails that burned like furious embers against the dull carpeted floor.

The shapely form of her lower legs was juxtaposed with thighs that were so plump and juicy that they left no gap between them. Her forearms were decorated with such a beautiful array of sun-soaked freckles that I felt warm just looking at them, as though they'd stored up the light and had waited until I was there to pour it out over me. Her tummy was hidden behind her shirt, but the garment was tight enough to hint at the soft, pudgy muffin-top it covered.

"There's my little scholar!" Nana bellowed happily. "Come in, come in. I wanna get my hands on you!"

Within seconds of entering Nana's home, I was enveloped by a hug so blissfully welcoming that I wanted to fall asleep inside of it. Her massive, heavy breasts squished against my chest, nearly spilling out of her low-cut top as she pulled me against her. After a long, uncomfortable drive I was thrilled to be greeted by such warmth.

She did eventually release me, but I quickly traded one pleasure for another. I remembered her having enormous boobs, but they nevertheless took my breath away every single time I saw any part of them - especially ever since my grandfather had passed and she'd taken to wearing the clothes that she wanted wear, rather than what had satisfied his overbearing sense of wifely modesty. Her outfit that day wasn't slutty by any means, but without the aid of a bra, her thin top did very little to contain her breasts.

She must have known I was staring, be didn't say anything. It fell to me to scold myself, which I did... eventually. That's your grandmother, you dolt! Have some class!

"You didn't want to put on a bra for us, Mom?" my dad asked with incredulity.

Always the firecracker, Nana wasn't going to let that comment slide. "We're family, aren't we? I don't see the point in getting all dressed up in my own home. If Jamie's gonna spend the next few months here, then he had better get used to seeing these things bouncing around!"

She gave me a wink. Dad scoffed, but he knew better than to start an actual argument.

I adored how touchy-feely my grandmother was. She was the first one to start a hug, and the last one to end it.

Dad groaned. "Let the poor boy get unpacked before you suffocate him."

"Boy?" Nana made a show of planting a loud, wet kiss on my cheek. She finally ended our hug, but kept a hold on my arms. Her eyes scanned my face like she was trying to spot all the ways it had changed since she'd saw me last. "I don't see any boys here. Do you, Bunny?"

I joined in on her teasing, eager to pounce on the small window of opportunity to mock my parents. "Hmm. No, I don't think I do. I don't think they let boys into university, do they, Nana?"

Mom scowled. "Oh, brother. I see you two have already found some common ground. And to think: you said this would be a nightmare, James."

Nana jumped in before I had a chance to correct her. "That doesn't sound like my grandson." She shot me a knowing wink, well aware of the tactics my mother often employed when she felt she wasn't getting her way. "Bunny loves coming to Nana's house. Isn't that right, sugar?"

"I'm a Nana's boy, what can I say?" The two of us had a good laugh. I could tell Mom was dead set on pouting, and honestly, that only made it better. It felt good to have somebody on my side for once.

I hurried back to the car to grab the last of my belongings, but stopped for a second to soak in the view from the driveway. Nana lived in a quiet neighbourhood that never saw more than a handful of cars venture down the street on any given day. I liked it -- the quiet, that is.

Mom and Dad chatted aimlessly with Nana while I settled into my room. The walls were completely bare, save for an old Metallica poster my Dad had hung on the wall when it had been his room. Even though I could only name a handful of their songs, I decided to keep it on the wall as an homage.

I anticipated that we would spend the day as a family to stretch out the goodbye. I had never been away from home for more than a few days, and though I was eager to set out on my own, I was still nervous to start the next chapter in my life so abruptly. To my surprise, my parents were already signalling their intent to leave by the time I met them in the kitchen.

Nana had her hands on her hips, clearly disappointed that Mom was shuffling off so quickly. "I thought maybe we could run into town and grab something to eat. Bunny is all skin and bones, for crying out loud!"

Mom grumbled, refusing to take her lighthearted mockery as such. "He has the metabolism of three people, no matter what he eats."

Nana looked as deflated as I did that my parents - or at least my dad -- were leaving early. "Alrighty, then. I guess you'd better get a move on."

Dad offered a lazy apology for the rush, but Nana brushed him off. "As long as I see you again before Jamie graduates, I think I'll get over it."

One short wave, followed by an even shorter honk, was all I got before my parent's car vanished over the hill towards the highway. For someone who'd been so obsessed with getting out from under their thumb - or at least away from their prying eyes -- I was surprised to feel such genuine sadness while watching them leave.

The house was eerily quiet once Nana and I were alone. It was not awkward, but I did not feel at home just then. We put the TV on, but kept it muted, leaving the sharply dressed news anchor to blabber silently at his desk. Based on the graphics, he was probably saying something about that September being the hottest on record.

Nana smiled warmly, treating me to the visual spectacle of her dimple-laden grin. "So, sugar, what do you wanna do today?" She flipped through the channel guide, which I hadn't even thought they made anymore, looking for something more interesting to watch than the news. "Or are you too cool to hang out with your old granny for the day?"

"You said something about getting a bite to eat, right?" I answered. "I could eat!"

"I bet you could." Nana inched closer to me until our legs were touching. Her tiny shorts pulled up as she scooted over, exposing more of her chubby thighs. I felt a surge of excitement, dazzled by the wonderful softness of her tender, porcelain skin. She shuffled until there was no space between us, then rested her head on my shoulder. Instantly, I was hit with the intoxicating aroma of her perfume.

I breathed her in as deeply as I could, gathering notes of mango with a hint of strawberry. I didn't stop until her scent filled my nose, throat, lungs, and even my brain. She smelled like the warmth of a hot summer day, or the wind that whips your hair and carries with it the luscious scent of freshly picked fruit.

"You like that?" Nana piped up, running her nails through her hair to fluff it up. "I thought you might. No more of that 'Nana's Cookies' stuff I used to wear when you were a kid."

I'd even complained about it to her when I'd gotten a little older, and not without reason. My reaction to the various perfumes and lotions she'd used back then - thick with not-quite-right replicas of apple pie and caramel - had been quite visceral. They'd given me headaches that had crept all the way down into my stomach and nauseated me.

"To be fair," I replied, "I do still love your cookies."

"Well, lucky for you, I have all the time in the world to bake you whatever you want -- if you finish your homework, that is." She paused for a moment, then we both burst out laughing. "Knowing you, it's gonna take a lot more than just cookies to keep you focused!"

I tensed up. "Uh, what does that mean?"

Nana rested a hand on my chest. "Come on now, sugar. You've always been a little horndog."

I took to the stand to plead my case. "I haven't always been... uh, that. I don't know what you're talking about!"

Nana sat up and gawked at me with a cheeky grin like she was waiting for a punchline. "Bunny, you can't be serious. You don't remember how many times I caught you staring at my breasts when you were little?"

My eyes nearly fell out of my head. "T-that never happened! You're my grandmother! I would never--"

Nana pressed down on my chest with her palm, moving it in small circles around my heart. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not saying it's a bad thing." The warmth of her body soothed me. "It's perfectly normal for young boys to stare at boobs. I don't think you knew why you liked them, but that never stopped you from staring."

"I guess so."

Nana teased me further, seemingly to test the waters and gauge my reaction. "Even if the things you were staring at just so happened to be my big, huge boobies!"

My flushed cheeks told her that she had already found the line, and was dangerously close to tiptoeing over it. "I'm sorry, honey. You know I like to tease! Hell, I was always a little flattered that you liked them so much. When you're my age, you take all the flattery you can get."

I arched my eyebrow. "Even if it comes from your grandson?"

She shrugged. "Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose."

I decided to test out that line about the best defence being a good offence, "It's not my fault!" I declared, motioning toward her freely dangling boobs. "You always let them, like, roam free."

Nana admitted defeat. "I may or may not have done that on purpose to annoy your parents. You know how uptight they can be."

I sighed. "Especially Mom."

Nana blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Especially your mother. Unfortunately for me, they've started to sag a little bit. I don't think I can get away with going semi-commando while you're here."

"NO!" I yelped.

Oops, I thought immediately. Way too intense.

Nana pulled away, silently asking for an explanation.

"I just mean, you know? No, you totally can go semi-whatever. It's your house, right? So... I mean, I want you to be comfortable at home. We're family, you said!"

Nana looked unconvinced by my rambling, but nodded along. "Well, if that's the way you feel, I might as well just strip nude right now to get as comfortable as I can."

Her gaze was unusually, uncomfortably focused. My eyes ballooned until they were wide enough to land a space shuttle on, earning me a wicked grin from Nana.

"With this heat wave coming in, I don't think clothes will be much of an option, anyway."

"Yeah, yeah, the heatwave." I was trying to stay invested in the conversation, but was distracted by images of my grandmother running stark naked around the house. Small beads of sweat making her delicate skin glisten with -- wait, is she still talking to me?

The realization snapped me out of my daydream. "Sorry, Nana, what was that?"

"I asked if you were seeing anyone, Bunny."

I fiddled nervously with my thumbs. I did not want to tell her the whole truth. "I don't think you're gonna have to worry about that. I'm pretty sure the whole reason Mom is making me stay here is so that I don't get distracted by girls."

That was not the entire truth. Mom knew as well as I did that there was little chance of me finding a girlfriend. The women she wanted me to avoid existed purely on the internet, but that felt like a detail that Nana did not need at the moment.

Nana stroked my forearm reassuringly. "I guess you're going to have to get used to hanging out with me a lot more. Poor thing, you are."

My stomach made its presence known by way of a wretched gurgle, which in turn activated Nana's deep-seated, grand-maternal instincts. "Oh, Bunny. We gotta get you fed. No tummies in this house should ever make a sound like that!"

With a flick of her dazzling white hair, Nana headed into the kitchen.

I started school a week later. I was thrust into the pressure of post-secondary with Nana's unyielding support to carry me through it, but it was more than enough.

The first week passed without incident. Classes were easy since most of them were just basic introductions, but in them I made a few friends that I connected with after the lecture ended. They made school more enjoyable, and Nana made home more enjoyable.

When I was home, I studied with the door open and made sure to distract myself when I felt my urges start to creep in. The Wi-Fi was barely strong enough to load a single photo, so Netflix was right out. Without the luxury of fast internet to help my idle hands with the devil's work, I ended up spending a lot more time with Nana than I'd expected to.

I enjoyed getting to know her more intimately, and had been surprised to find her company a worthy replacement for internet porn. She was more interesting, more charismatic, wittier, and more profound than I ever gave her credit for. Every day that passed, I learned something new about her.

It was nice having someone so consistent in my life. Nana was there every time I came home, always ready to shower me with unconditional love. She seemed ecstatic to have someone to fawn over, and I was happy to the object of her affection.

Whatever I needed, she was there to provide it. I was fully capable of handling meals and laundry myself, but Nana insisted she do everything in her power to make sure I never wanted for anything.

Well, almost everything.

The early weeks of classes contained enough milestones to keep me from getting distracted. My attention was zeroed in on homework and studying. After hours of cumulative schoolwork, the idea of doing anything other than sleeping felt like a chore. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd felt so free of the desires to masturbate.

On top of that, I really did feel like I was doing better in school. I was remembering more. I felt like I was understanding more. I was even participating more frequently and more productively during my classes. It was ironic, then, that the very living situation that was granting me so much extra time, and relief from so much chore-related stress, was what ultimately derailed me.

I came home on a Friday afternoon to find the house draped in silence. Nana typically had the radio on while she cleaned the house or worked out in her room, but that time was different. Even after I called out to her, I received no response. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention.

Foolish as it felt, I crept through the house waiting for someone to jump me. I peeked around every corner expecting to see Nana lying unconscious with a spatula in her hand, but thankfully found nothing of the sort.

After a few failed attempts to find her, I gave up and assumed she was at the grocery store getting something last-minute for dinner. I shot her a quick text to let her know I'd made it home safely, then went to dump my backpack in my room.

As per my routine, I planned to do homework until dinner was ready. One of my particularly boring classes demanded a short essay every week detailing what we'd learned, outlining goals and organizing steps to... good god, I'm getting bored just thinking back to it. It was not difficult work, but the monotony had become so overwhelming that I could not convince myself to start it.

The three coffees I'd consumed at intervals throughout my afternoon were also insisting that certain business be taken care of. Given what awaited me once I did start studying, they didn't have to do much to persuade me to head to the bathroom first.

I tore off my jeans and eyed a pair of sweatpants I was going to put on when I got back from the bathroom. I figured that being alone in the house meant I could walk around in just my boxers.

I hummed quietly to myself as I slogged to the bathroom. The carpet absorbed every footstep, giving the false impression that I was sneaking down the hallway.

The bathroom light was off, but the door hung open just enough for me to get my fingers between the frame. I started to swing it open, but stopped when something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I reactively pulled the door so fast that it almost crushed my fingers, but left a crack that I could peer through.

Through that crack, I could see everything that was reflected in the long, wall sized mirror that sat over the sink. The dark hallway made it impossible for anyone inside to see me peering through, but thanks to a large window opposite the tub, everything inside the room was draped in pleasant afternoon sun. My eyes followed the beams of light to their natural end, where they coalesced around the divine, naked woman lying motionless in the bubble-filled basin.

Nana looked nothing short of an angelic. The many years that I had spent staring at her breasts came to a head in that beautiful moment. It beckoned me to fulfill a dark, festering craving that I was not strong enough to deny. She was wet and naked; I had no choice but to stare.

The top of the water was littered with bubbles. Nana's legs stuck out of the soapy film with her feet resting against the wall. The bubbles they'd carried up with them from the surface popped one at a time. It felt like whichever one I laid my eyes upon was the next to go, as though it was too shy to handle the attention. I figured that Nana must have just shaven her legs, as they were smooth enough to put marble to shame. I longed to feel them against my cheek for a moment; I knew I could have then died a happy man.

Through the murky water, I saw the dense jungle of lush, white hair blooming from her legs. Her thighs were pressed together, the sliver of space between them forming a stem from which the furry flower grew. I longed to shove my nose in it and inhale its aroma. The rest of her body, with two huge exceptions, was hidden below the water.

Most of the bubbles had spread to the edges of the tub, leaving the few that remained to gather around her chest like a bib. Both of my grandmother's breasts boldly presented themselves, begging to be admired.

The gigantic mounds of flesh gently rocked back and forth with the water in the tub. I loved how they were able to float on the surface despite their tremendous weight. Just like on her legs, hundreds of bubbles were popping one by one, giving the impression that her sparkling skin was made of diamonds.

Her nipples were a brilliant shade of coral that made my mouth water. The hardened gems protruded from two large, round areolas that were each the size of my palm. The two firm, pink peaks stood at attention as the air nipped at her naked flesh.

Nana had mentioned that she was starting to sag, and despite the predictable hint of wistfulness in her voice when she'd done so, I couldn't help but see it as a good thing. The way her breasts hung loose from her body and floated on the water made them look softer than marshmallows. My hands would have sunk up to the wrist in the doughy pillows if I had had the chance to squeeze them -- a lurid thought that made me as horny as it did guilty.

I was truly in awe. I drank in every individual inch of her body like she was my final exam on human anatomy and sexuality. I was sorely tempted to take out my camera to immortalize the moment, but I didn't want to feel like a total creep. Instead, I was frozen in place. I was unable to stop staring, even though each passing second brought with it more guilt than I thought I could stomach.

Fate forced my hand when it stirred Nana from her nap. I dashed away from the door as soon as her eyes fluttered, but collided with the wall behind me. The silence in the air afterwards was thick enough to choke on, but I did not want to break it.

The water in the tub splashed as Nana bolted to attention, startled by the sudden crash. "Bunny? Is that you?"

I wanted to hide, but knew that it would be way worse for both of us if she mistook me for an intruder. "Yeah... yeah, it's me."

"I thought you had class until two today?"

"I did. It's almost two thirty, now."

Nana smacked her forehead with a loud, wet THWACK. "Oh, shoot! I must've dozed off."

I laughed nervously and rubbed my sweaty palms together. "I didn't even know you were home. Otherwise I would've made some noise."

"The lights are on but nobody's home," Nana chuckled. "Let me get out of the tub and we'll have a late lunch, okay?"

It took every ounce of strength in my body not to peek through the door as she climbed out of the tub. The sound of water draining off her body was deafening, filling my brain with visuals of water droplets filtering though her pubic hair - a tuft of sodden cotton - as they dripped down. I imagined them clinging to her skin, and desperately defying gravity for one more moment upon the lips of her pussy. The image in my head was more alluring than anything I had ever seen online.

"Does that sounds okay?" she cooed.

"Oh, oh yeah. Lunch sounds great." I clasped my hands together so they would stop shaking.

I knew I had to leave before I had a full on panic attack, so I scurried off to my room while she dried off. I wished for a lock on my door so I would have an easier time secluding myself from the seductress wandering half-naked down the hall.

I tried to study; I really did. For someone who had spent so much time obsessively looking at porn, it was downright bizarre that I was specifically lusting after one woman. I didn't want to see just any random pair of boobs; I wanted to see Nana's boobs. Naturally, that focused and taboo desire was doing all sorts of horrible things to my psyche.

There I was, fantasizing about my topless grandmother bringing me a homemade sandwich with her heavy, pendulous udders swinging in my face. Was I horny, or ashamed? My brain had yet to make up its mind.

It had been less than a month since I'd last touched myself. While that might not sound like much to most people, it was a real accomplishment for me. For a while there, I'd felt like I was turning over a new leaf. I didn't want to relapse.

I gathered my study materials and moved to the kitchen. Nana was already there, putting lunch together, but at least she wasn't naked. I figured that being alone in my room with my thoughts was more dangerous than being in the same room as the object of my perverse fixation. I was at least still ashamed enough not to just whip out my cock in front of her.

"Hey there, Bunny," she said. "You still hungry?"

I slumped into the wooden chair at the table and threw my books down in a huff. "I guess so."

She stopped stirring the large pot of soup she was tending to, but she chose to say nothing. I glared at my laptop in silence, unable to conjure the will to do anything more than stare at it.

When Nana came over and set down a generous portion of soup, the screen was still blank. When I didn't budge towards the bowl, she nudged my shoulder. "You know, they'll probably give you a better grade if you actually put words on the page."

"You don't know what you're talking about," I snarled without shifting my focus. The atmosphere grew sour as I realized how rudely I had snapped at her. I shook myself out of my self-imposed pity party and turned to face her, ready to atone. "Nana, I--"

She held up a hand to silence me, offering a weak smile. "It's fine. You're under a lot of stress, I get that. If there's anything you need from me, just let me know."

I scoffed. "If only you knew, Nana."

She waited patiently for me to fill in the gaps, but I was not forthcoming. After a few agonizing seconds of silence, she changed tacks. "You know, I can't help if you don't tell me what's going on."

I was caffeinated to the point of an anxiety attack and amped up on hormones to the point of dropping my pants. I spoke without thinking. "I just feel pent up! I feel trapped, I guess, and it's driving me insane."

"That makes sense. Your parents told me you might have some trouble focusing, but they didn't really say why."

Nana could tell that she'd hit another sore spot, so she moved on. She gestured to the menacing blank document taunting me through the computer screen. "What is this? Some sort of report?"

"Sort of, yeah." I pressed my palms into my eyes and groaned. "It's a weekly essay we have to do. Pretty simple, but I can't find the motivation to actually start it."

Nana thought for a moment, eyes darting back and forth as she did. "Hmm. So, motivation is the issue, huh? Too pent up to be motivated. Poor baby."

"You're mocking me."

"No! No, honey. I'm really not. I never went to university, so I don't know how much I can help with the work, but I've always been good at motivating people. Your old Nana has been on this big blue marble for a while now. Maybe I can help you, even if you don't think I can."

"How so?"

She pretended to adjust a pair of imaginary glasses. "To fix your symptoms, I need to diagnose the problem. Now, tell Dr. Nana what you mean when you say you're 'pent up' so I don't have to make any assumptions."

I cringed. "I'd rather not."

She looked at me expectantly with her head cocked to the side, encouraging me to tell my truth. "Too late. You've already got me interested, so I want to help."

"Er, um... no, no I can't. It's just school stuff; it's stupid." I tore my gaze away from her, but she placed a finger on my chin and slowly turned my head until I was facing her again. "R-really, Nana. Thank you, but I can handle it."

"So it's a sex thing, then," she said as a matter of fact. "That's why you won't tell me?"

My next conflicted pause apparently told her everything else she needed to know.

"You're bummed that you can't meet girls, because it will stop you from focusing on school. But, because you're all pent up with 'horny hormones,' you still can't focus on school?"

I was honestly surprised how astute she was. With the exception of my addiction being to porn, rather than real women, she was spot on. "Uh, yeah, that's pretty much right."

"You know you can relieve yourself while you stay here, honey. Sorry to be blunt, but you're an adult, now, so I feel like we should be able to talk about these things with each other."

I sighed in defeat, preparing to come clean. "It's just that I don't really... um, do that anymore."

Nana scoffed. "You don't masturbate? Even I do that!"

My jaw hit the floor. "You... I can't believe we're talking about this."

She shrugged, refusing to acknowledge the strangeness of our conversation. "You can be just as honest with me, honey. Want to give it a shot?"

I thought for a moment. I'd never felt comfortable talking about my issues with Mom or Dad - for many reasons, with most but not all of them overlapping. As you've no doubt gathered, I'd been reflexively resistant to confessing to an angry nun who'd also been my judge, jury, and warden - not to mention my sex life's pre-emptive executioner. My biggest unique problem with Dad had been just how readily he'd stood aside and let Mom browbeat me; I couldn't even trust that anything I might tell him would stay between us.

Nana was still family, so it still didn't feel quite right, but I was drowning, and she was offering me a lifeline. I still couldn't look at her, but I did my best to meet her halfway. "I had to stop. I can't really control myself around... that stuff... so I gave it up, along with... you know. Doing stuff."

Nana scoffed and threw up her hands. "I swear your mother must get paid dividends from Abstinence International. Your father used to be so open with me until they met. It's like she turned him into a prude, and that's certainly not how I raised him."

"Yeah, she can be a bit extreme." I was still awash with shame, but it felt amazing to finally tell someone my truth without them throwing it back at me. "Can we just keep this between us, Nana?"

She zipped her lips and threw away the key. "Always, Bunny."

I thanked her for the soup and asked if I could have some time to myself. I knew it wouldn't help, but the longer I talked with her, the harder it became to avoid staring down her blouse.

I made some headway with my essay, but the wooden chair I was seated on was too uncomfortable for a long study session. I had no idea how I was going to finish my assignment on time, but could not ignore my body's cries for a break, so I got up to stretch my legs.

I found Nana curled up in the living room with the phone to her ear and a cheesy grin plastered across her face. I nodded at her as I walked in, and she almost jumped out of her seat with excitement. She ended her phone call in a hurry, promising that she would call back soon without letting slip whom she was talking to.

I collapsed onto the couch with my face buried in a frilly lace pillow.

Nana cheered and clapped her hands excitedly. "You're all done!"

I groaned loudly into the pillow.

"Oh, no. You're almost done?"

I groaned again, louder that time.

"At some point, you will have to resort to words again, Bunny."

I pointed my fingers at my head like I was holding a handgun and pulled the pretend trigger.

She climbed out of her chair and sat next to me so her thighs were resting against the top of my head. "Well, if you don't want to talk, maybe you can just listen."

Nana began raking her nails through my hair until they reached my spine. She eased her palm over my shoulders and fanned out her fingers as she pushed down, releasing a knot I hadn't known I was carrying. It was like she was buttering me up before she asked me for a huge favour, and I was so enthralled with her handiwork that I would have said yes to anything.

I'd been told to listen, but she had yet to speak. I did not want to interrupt the delightful massage, though, so I just waited patiently.

After sucking a deep breath, Nana asked me if I trusted her. The sincerity in her tone interested me greatly, even as the question itself confused me. She knows I trust her, so why bother asking? Nevertheless, I told her that I did, very much, and she rewarded me with an explanation.

"I think we can help each other," Nana said me as she dug into my shoulder with the heel of her palm, "but I need you to trust me -- and I mean really trust me, James."

She never used my real name unless I was being scolded, so I knew she was serious.

I finally lifted my head from the pillow. "I trust you with my life."

"I need you to prove it to me before I show you why." She remained insistent, but I still had no idea what she was talking about. "I need you to promise me that you'll finish this essay on time. Prove to me that you can double down and get it done. Then, I'll help you finish all the others on time."

I rolled onto my back so I could look up into her eyes. "I don't understand. Are you a witch?" Nana gingerly placed the tips of her fingers on my temples and moved them in tiny circles as I continued to bellyache. "Your secret is to just tell me to finish? I've tried that; it doesn't work."

"Because you don't trust yourself," she said. "I'm asking you to trust me. That's all you have to do. Just trust your grandmother, and she will make this worth it. Next time, you'll be so motivated that you'll finish it in a single day!"

The warmth of her smile filled me with confidence. I did not know why, but I knew I had to trust her. There was something so earnest about her belief in her plan that I found myself willing to push away both my skepticism and my curiosity.

"So, what if I can't?" I asked. "This thing is due on Monday and I haven't even started."

Nana shrugged. "Then you will never, ever, ever get to find out what the reward is for finishing -- so I'll ask one more time: do you trust me?"

I swallowed dryly, and realized I was nervous without understanding why. "Yes, yes I do." That was the one thing I was truly sure of.

Nana bent down and kissed my forehead. "Good boy."

Her breasts, which had been dangling above my forehead, came swinging towards me when she leaned down. They hugged the sides of my face with nothing but her thin t-shirt to keep our skin from touching. Suddenly, I felt like I could do anything.

She stood up, giving me a long look at her butt as she wandered out of the living room. "Now get to work, Bunny."

Saturday was tough. After I had confessed my darkest secret to Nana, I was afraid she would see me in a different light. If she did, she did not let on. In fact, she seemed more comfortable than ever before. It wasn't just the way she acted; it was the way she dressed.

I already knew that Nana preferred loose fitting clothes, but come Saturday afternoon she took it to a whole new level. Her typical attire, while more revealing than most women her age, was still modest enough to convince me that the skin she chose to show was an afterthought to comfort. That illusion crumbled in the presence of her new wardrobe-- one that seemed suspiciously geared towards grabbing my attention.

Her white cotton shirt was replaced by a bright yellow, polka-dotted blouse that came dangerously close to exposing her nipples. The strapless garment gave her heaving breasts ample room to move around, and she paid no mind to the way they jiggled when she did. Many times throughout the day I caught her tugging at it in an effort to stop her tits from spilling out completely.

Meanwhile, she traded in her homely shorts for a skimpy little number that clung to her ass. More often than not, the fabric rode up into her crack and exposed the healthy swell of her chubby bottom. I can't recall ever seeing her fix that supposed malfunction.

I knew that she felt my eyes linger on her every time she turned around, yet she continued to bend over any chance she got. I convinced myself it was all in my head, but that didn't stop me from sneaking glances.

Whether she was doing it on purpose or not, I woke up on Sunday with genuine excitement towards the next reveal. I had already made it halfway through my assignment by then, so I was less inclined to chastise myself for wasting a few minutes fantasizing.

Thanks to the motivation afforded to me by her mysterious promise, I knew I would finish the essay by the end of the day, but that was not the most pressing matter on my mind.

My head was around the corner to the kitchen before the rest of my body followed. When I saw her outfit, I had to bite my tongue to keep it from falling onto the floor.

Nana stood over the sink, using a sponge to vigorously clean a metal pan. Her silhouette was illuminated by the brilliant glow of the morning sun piercing through the small window above the sink. Each sun beam was a golden tendril that caressed her tender form, wrapping themselves around her slender shoulders. Her beautiful white hair was a kaleidoscope: the beams that managed to pierce the pale strands morphed into a dazzling display of twinkling sunlight when they came out the other side.

Contrasted against her angelic appearance was the wickedness of her outfit. She wore a shirt, but no bra, which I had grown accustomed to. What did surprise me was the size of the shirt; it was noticeably smaller than anything I'd seen her in before.

I could not see the front, but from behind it was clear that the top ended an inch or so above her belly button. As she hastily scrubbed the pan, her breasts jostled to and fro. Even from the back it was easy to see the edges her enormous udders each time they rolled to the sides.

When she hit a particularly stubborn stain, she redoubled her efforts. Lucky for me, it made her boobs swing to the sides like they were trying to wrap themselves around her body. I still only got tiny glimpses of the wobbling flesh on either side, but that was all it took to render me hopelessly enchanted.

Nana's shorts were, quite predictably, tucked between her bulging ass cheeks. The clothing was so tight between the mounds that I could almost see her plump pussy lips underneath. If it had been pulled any tighter, the swell of her juicy curtains would have engulfed the fabric.

What caught my attention even more was the bright pink, lacy underwear that rode high on her back. I had never seen Nana's underwear, and a frilly pink thong was the last thing I would have expected to be hiding out in her drawer.

I coughed to alert her to my presence, and she dropped the pan with a shriek. "Christ, Jamie! I didn't hear you wake up. You scared the crap out of me!"

I stayed laser-focused on her backside while I spoke. "I'm almost done with my assignment, by the way. Should I be expecting a new car in the driveway tomorrow, or...?"

"First of all, good morning to you, too." Nana turned around, giving me a split second to stop staring at her bottom while she stripped off her rubber gloves. "Second, I think if you finish tonight -- and that is still an "if" -- you should be rewarded tonight, too."

"I think that's fair."

She arched an eyebrow. "Well, I'll tell the dealership to bring the car around ASAP. You wanted a lime green punch buggy, right?"

"If you found one I could fit in, sure," I fired back. "I'm gonna get right to it, then. I don't know what you have in store, but the mystery is actually getting me to work on this stupid thing."

Nana clasped her hands over her chest. "I'm really happy to hear that, sugar, but don't go counting chickens just yet! I gotta see that thing totally done before you get anything."

I held my hands up in the air. "Okay, okay. I hear you. I don't want any spoilers."

She winked at me. "Let me finish these dishes and I'll bring you some breakfast, okay? If you start now, I bet you'll be finished by this afternoon."

"Now who's counting chickens?"

"Not counting, just having a little faith in my grandson." Nana strode over to me and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on my cheek. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and spun me around on my heels. "Now go! That thing isn't going to write itself."

I followed her directions and marched back to my room. The Sun was high in the sky when I finished the last line of my assignment. I knew I had a busload of further studying to get to, but I wanted to share the milestone with the most special person in my life.

I waltzed into the living room with a look of pride plastered on my face. Nana was once again tucked into her comfy chair with a book in her hands. Her thick-rimmed glasses, a necessity for long reading sessions, made her eyes look twice as big.

Her stunning baby blues peered at me when I entered the room. Her thick, dark lashes swatted the glass as she blinked at me like a saucer-eyed alien. "Is everything alright, honey?"

I laid down on the couch and kicked my feet up. "More than okay, Nana. I'm done! In record time, too!"

She dog-eared her page and closed her book. "I knew you could do it, Bunny. You promise me you're all done? You're not just trying to rush yourself so you can see what Nana has in store for you?"

"Pinkie promise." I extended my pinkie, but she did not. Instead, she stared at me for a few seconds, either trying to peer into my soul or get me to break.

Then she clicked her tongue and opened her book again. "No, I believe you. Now, if you don't mind, I'm at a really good part. So..."

My jaw hit the floor. "Nana! What gives?"

She held up the hardcover book to hide her sheepish grin. "I know, I know. I promise you'll get the most memorable treat of your young life, but not right now; the sun's still out!"

She returned to her book and shooed me away without a second glance.

I was somewhat perplexed. What did she mean by "the sun's still out"? I wondered. Are we going out to some fancy dinner? That seemed realistic, but I could not imagine why she would make a secret out of something so mundane.

It's not that I was disappointed. It was just that, after being subjected to her skimpy clothing for a couple of days, my brain was expecting something impossibly salacious. You goddamn idiot! I silently cursed. Of course Nana isn't going to show you her tits as a reward!

We barely bumped into each other for the rest of the afternoon. I spent most of it in my bedroom, half-heartedly studying while I lent most of my attention to the slowly fading sunlight. Once it reached the treeline, adrenaline began to slowly seep into my veins.

The sun disappeared behind the trees. As parting gift, it bathed my bedroom in a fierce, orange glow. As the faux inferno faded, it cast long, crooked shadows from the evergreens that stretched over the lawn. Their black limbs inched towards the window above my desk, getting closer with each passing second.

It dawned on me that I had never formally watched a sunset until that moment; I also realized that the experience was far less peaceful than what I had been led to believe.

To my dismay, another hour passed with no news from Nana. I wondered if she had forgotten about me, or if I had fallen for a simple lie intended to help me focus.

A knock on my door broke me out of my stupor. I released a deep breath that I hadn't realized I was holding, hoping I would sound more confident than I felt.

"Who is it?" I called out to the only other person in the house.

The knob creaked as it turned. Nana's face appeared in the doorway, faintly lit up by the light from the kitchen bouncing down the hall. I could barely make out the details as she gazed into my den of darkness. "Whoa, kind of grim in here."

"Yeah, I guess so." I peeled myself out of my chair and went to flick on a light. Nana kept the door in front of her like a shield as my world was thrust into the light. My pupils narrowed in protest against the bright intrusion. "Sorry about that. I lost track of time."

Nana chuckled. "It's been dark for almost an hour. What have you been doing?"

"Uh... studying?" I didn't even try to pretend that was true, because I knew she wouldn't buy it. "I think I'm going to go to bed soon anyway. I'm feeling kind of burnt out."

Nana's smile broke a little. "Oh, okay. Well... are you sure you don't want your surprise? I guess it can wait until tomorrow, I just thought that--"

"Yes!" My voice cracked, but I was too excited to be embarrassed.

"Do you mean 'yes,' that you want to wait for tomorrow?" The look in her eyes told me everything; she did not want to wait.

"No, no! I mean tonight is good. It's good, right? I mean, I don't even know what the surprise is so I can't really gauge whether or not I--"

"Shh." Nana shushed me with a finger over her lips, so I clamped my mouth shut. With her other hand, she reached into my room and flicked the light off again. She lowered her voice to a timid whisper that sent chills up my spine. "Get on the bed, Bunny."

Nana pushed her way into my room, then closed the door behind her, sealing off what little light we'd had. The only way I could tell where she was standing was by watching her feet block and then unblock the light that came through the crack under the door.

I followed her instructions and stumbled backwards until I was sitting on the bed. Nana stood no more than a foot in front of me, but I could not see a damn thing. I started to say something, but she took a deep breath that shut me right up.

"Jamie, honey, you know I love you." I feared I was in trouble for something I did not remember doing. "I love you with every inch of my heart, and that will never change."

I didn't respond; she was building to something.

"You told me something on Friday that was very, very personal, and I love that we have a close connection like that. I want you to be able to tell me these things, because I think I can help you."

Nana paused; I sensed that she was still in the middle of collecting her thoughts. "You were open with me, so I'm going to be open with you. Is that okay, Bunny?"

"Uh, sure. Yeah, Nana, that's okay."

"Good," she said.

A sense of calm infused her voice as she strode down memory lane. "You know, when you were a kid, you would stare at my boobs the whole time we were colouring, or building Legos, or going for a swim. I thought it was innocent at the time, but--"

"It was!" I protested.

"Please, sweetheart, let me finish," Nana urged. "I thought it was innocent at the time. Maybe it was, back then, but you're not little anymore, so I don't think it's all that innocent anymore, either. I had to be sure I was right, so I did a little experiment."

Nana waited for me to jump in again, but I surprised her by keeping mum. "I bought some stuff that I thought you might like, and I wore it around the house this weekend." Anxiety was ever so slightly bleeding back into in her wavering tone. "I wanted to see if you'd notice. Clearly, you did."

My mouth was bone dry. "I did?"

"You did, honey. You really did." Nana sounded like she was beaming with pride. "Maybe you think your grandmother is slipping in her old age, but I'm sharp enough to know when a man is staring at my boobs."

I wanted to dispute her claims, but we both knew she was right.

"The thing is..." Nana fiddled with her fingers, trying to find the right words. "... The thing is, it was a test."

"And I..." Please don't say fail, please don't say fail, please don't say fail.

"Passed, honey. With flying colors." We both breathed a sigh of relief. "I needed to know, before tonight, if you were still horny for your grandmother."

I hadn't even come to terms with my own feelings, and there I was being accused of feeling them by the very person I was so conflicted over.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." I knew she wouldn't believe me. My hands were shaking so hard that I had to dig my nails into the comforter just so she wouldn't hear my bones rattling.

Nana stood her ground, using my real name to impress upon me how serious she was. "I need to hear a yes or a no, James. Just be honest with me. I will still love you either way."

I thought I was going to throw up from the adrenaline.

"Bunny, please just tell me the truth." She softened her tone and opted for a calming nickname before hitting me with a question whose utterance will forever be etched in my brain. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

As reassuring as her voice was, her words felt threatening. I told myself that I could never admit to something so diabolical, whether it was true or not. That, as you might imagine, set me down the slippery slope. She already knows. She just needs to hear me say it out loud.

We sat in silence for an eternity, oblivious to anything outside of the small world we shared. No matter where it led, I knew the only path forward was to admit my true feelings to us both.

It was pitch black, but I still shut my eyes in an attempt to hide myself from the guilt. "I do."

"I... honey, this is really important." Nana's voice was unsteady. "I need to hear you say it."

I waited a few seconds to see if I would black out from the blood in my limbs rushing to my core. My fight-or-flight was in overdrive, but I was not going anywhere.

"Nana," I croaked, "I want to have sex with you."

"Good boy," Nana cooed happily, then stood up. "But first, there's one more thing I bought, and I want to see if you like it."

She walked over to the light switch, leaving me alone on the bed, and flicked it on. A thousand flags of varying colors had been waving in front of my eyes, but they all turned green the moment the light came on. The dull, orange glow flooded the white walls of our secluded chamber.

I could see every detail of the outfit she had bought for me once the light was on. I soaked in every inch of her from bottom to top, my jaw refusing to close.

Nana's toes were still painted the same shade of red that they had been the day I'd arrived. That night, however, they were strapped into a pair of equally vibrant red heels with small, gold buckles on either side.

Her legs grew out of the shoes like two slender cypress trees, their strength rivaled only by their impeccable beauty. Both were clad in a pair of see-through stockings that stopped just above her knees. Tethered to their tops were thin, red straps that ran up her thighs until they connected to her underwear.

The front of her rouge panties was so thin that the outline of both her vulva and its crown of fluffy, white hair were immediately visible. Nana's pussy lips were pulling her underwear between them like it wanted to swallow them whole.

The whole "red and gold" ensemble looked amazing on her, but it didn't stop at her waist. Nana's breasts were tightly packed into a bra that was a size too small for them. The shiny, golden clasp in the front that kept her boobs from bursting out was being pushed to its limits, but it held.

The cloth cups dug in hard enough to leave marks in her tender skin. Her pillowy tit flesh oozed around her bra like the massive pair were fighting for air, squished so tightly against each other that the crevasse of cleavage in between them could have swallowed my whole arm.

A dozen subtle, light brown freckles peppered Nana's chest like a muddy constellation. The scattering of hazel stars contrasted against her fair, creamy skin and gave the impression that each fleck was placed by a divine hand.

Around her neck was a red, leather choker with a metal heart in the middle of the band. It hugged her throat, but not too tightly. It was the same shade of red that she was wearing on her lips -- a shade I fell in love with the moment I laid eyes on it.

I don't know much about make up, but whatever she had decorated her eyes with was making the blue pools explode with color. The dark accent around either eye made her gaze as alluring as it was intimidating.

I hardly recognized the person standing in front of me, but I wanted to know everything about her.

When I finally broke from my trance, I realized that neither I nor she had said a word since the lights had come on. I did not know how long I'd been staring at Nana in her "fuck me" outfit, but neither of us wanted to break the spell.

Nana cleared her throat. "What do you think, honey?" Her voice was cool as an autumn breeze, but I knew under the surface she was battling nerves. She fidgeted with the straps from her stockings, watching her grandson attentively memorizing every piece of her body in a lustful fervor. "I picked it just for you. It's your reward for working so hard. I hope you like it."

I sucked on my tongue in search of saliva, but my mouth was a desert. "I really, really fucking do."

"Language, young man," she purred playfully. "Now, why don't you tell your grandmother exactly how much you like her new outfit?"

My eyes had already resumed their voyage across her body. "It'd be a lot easier to show you." I hadn't meant to deliver such an explicit insinuation, but she rolled with it.

"And what exactly do you plan to show me, hmm?" She bit her lower lip and stepped closer to me.

Nana placed my trembling hands in hers, with her thumbs pressing lightly into my palms, then guided them onto her thighs. Her hands, small and fragile, laid themselves over mine to sandwich me between her thighs and her palms. I was magnetized to her, as she was to me, with no way to conceal my nervous shakes. "Don't be afraid, sugar," she said. "You're gonna like this."

Gulp. "I am?"

"If I'm still good at it, yes." Her eyes were alight, each one a proudly burning sun that set my soul on fire. "Do you want Nana to make you feel good, sweetheart?"

"Holy fuck, yes!" I exclaimed with my mouth handing wide open.

Nana brandished a wicked grin and bent at the waist. She leaned in close so that her cheek brushed against mine. Lips like lightning grazed the nape of my neck and left hundreds of goosebumps in their wake. My skin ignited under the spark of a touch that grew more powerful with every word she spoke. "Lay back and close your eyes; Nana's gonna take good care of you."

She pushed on my chest until I lay flat on my back, then grabbed the bottom of my shirt. With one tug, she pulled it up around my shoulders. As she pulled it off, she climbed on top of me so she was straddling my waist. My dick was so hard that I felt lightheaded from all the blood rushing to it, and I wondered if Nana could feel it too.

She lay against me so our chests pressed together. Her breasts ballooned out from the top of her bra, bulging towards my face as she rested her full weight on me. I longed to feel her bare skin, and it was so close, yet so far.

Her nails raked through my hair and set frisson erupting through my spine. She dropped her head so our foreheads were touching and, before I realized what she had planned, she gave me my first kiss.

For a moment we were both frozen in position, waiting for the other to make the next move. I felt her heart pounding against the inside of her chest. Nana broke the tether and rested her forehead on mine again with bated breath. Her nose rubbed back and forth against mine like she was working up the courage to kiss me again. She was likely wrestling with the same guilt I was, but the way her fingers dug into the back of my scalp told me that she was not going to let that stop her.

We had not broken too many taboos yet; there was still time to change our minds. Luckily, she came to the same conclusion I did: it would be worth it.

I raised my head to encourage Nana to kiss me. She got the hint immediately. She fit her lips between mine like cogs in a machine: different shapes that somehow fit perfectly together.

Our lips slid over each other, growing wetter and less controlled the longer we made out. What began as delicate smooching quickly evolved into us fighting for air amid a torrent of noisy kisses. We hungrily sucked at each other, paying no mind to the sloppy sounds of our impassioned kissing. Nana groaned softly into my mouth in a brief moment of respite, aching for our lips to touch again the very moment they were apart.

Nana tilted her head to the side and flicked her tongue against my closed lips a few times. I accepted her invitation, and she slithered into my mouth. I met her tongue with my own as soon as it broke through and pushed back against it, battling for control. Our tongues coiled together like strands of DNA, much of which we actually shared. Her technique was practiced and refined, while mine was very, very amateurish. The silver lining was that I knew it, and didn't care a whit for my pride. Slowly but surely, I learned from the best.

Nana used her lips to cover her teeth like a shield and bit down lightly on my tongue, slowly dragging herself off of it until the tip slipped out of her mouth. As soon as it did, she nibbled at my bottom lip and tugged on it, playing hard to get.

Without thinking, I rested my hands on the swell of her round ass cheeks and took a greedy handful. I was not sure where the line was, but the way Nana started grinding her hips told me that we had yet to cross it. I expanded my grip on her bottom, but I would have needed four hands to cover all the ass she was packing.

My fingers dug into her doughy flesh with a mind of their own. It was quicksand that became hungrier the harder I squeezed, engulfing my digits as they sunk in. I would have given my whole arm if it had meant I could spent the rest of my life with my hands cradling her magnificent ass. With every squeeze, my fingers wandered closer and closer to the warmth radiating from the crease between her cheeks.

I could tell just how thin her thong was when my finger grazed the ridges of her asshole. I spread her cheeks apart and imagined how captivating she must've looked from behind, with that thin length of underwear failing to cover her butthole as I pulled her apart and stretched out the wrinkles.

Nana tensed up when I prodded her, but soon warmed to the sensation. She wiggled her butt side to side as if granting me permission to explore further. I snuck one of my fingers under her panties and wedged it between her cheeks. I followed the crease until my finger nudged against the tight, bumpy ring.

Nana finally broke our kiss, and it took all my strength not to verbally protest. She lifted her head up to look me in the eye for the first time since our lip lock. Her eyes darted back and forth between mine in search of a sign that I had hated it, that it was too much, or that I wanted to stop, but found nothing of the sort.

She leaned in for a quick peck on the lips that felt incidental after our voracious tongue dancing, but treating the taboo so casually somehow made it more enticing. We had already progressed to a place where Nana kissing me on the lips wasn't a big deal. I wondered what the next step would be.

"You really like my butt, huh?" Nana taunted me between an onslaught of rapid kisses. She sounded impressed with her ability to seduce a man less than half her own age. "I was afraid you'd think it was too big, or something. Your grandfather--"

"Honestly, Nana." I made sure to bury my fingers in her ass while I replied. "I think you're fucking perfect."

"Good boy." She let the next kiss last longer than a second. "You know what good boys get, right?"

I shook my head.

Once again, Nana brought her mouth down to my neck. She flattened her tongue against my skin and took her time gradually tracing a path up towards my ear where she whispered: "Good boys get to cum in their grandmother's mouth."

"T-they do?" My heart was like a machine gun rattling against my ribcage, but I wanted to play along. "Wh--uh, what do good grandmothers get, then?"

"I don't know what they get, honey." With a devious giggle, she pushed her words into my brain. "But this grandmother gets to swallow."

As was typical for a teenage boy, I was too horny to commit to the teasing and blurted out, "Nana, are you... I mean, are you really gonna suck my dick?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Nana laughed through her nose as she planted a flurry of kisses against my neck. She did not pause for a second while she continued to tease me. "I think you need to earn the right to know what Nana's mouth feels like -- what it can do to you. You've only done one of those silly essays, right?"

I grumbled in annoyance. "Right, I guess."

"Well, when you finish a couple more we can talk." She sat up and placed both hands on my cheeks. "What do you think you deserve after finishing just the one?"

"Apparently I get to make out with the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on!" I did not need to tell a single lie to make her blush.

Nana rolled her hips in circles, grinding against my dick through my shorts. "And is that all you want to do?"

I violently shook my head.

"Then I guess it's a good thing I came prepared, Bunny."

Nana reached between her breasts and lifted one of them out of the way so she could dig underneath it. From the fissure of tightly packed of breast meat she produced a small bottle of clear liquid that I instantly recognized as lube. I gawked like a fish out of water, unable to find the composure to utter a single word.

She dangled the bottle between her fingers like she was taunting a dog with a bone. "Wanna see what I can do with this, honey?"

Nana wiggled off of me and scampered between my legs, where she knelt on the floor. Her fingers tugged at my shorts until she freed them from my body. In that moment, nothing existed beyond my mattress and the gorgeous woman kneeling before it.

With only a pair of dark grey boxers to keep my burgeoning erection at bay, it formed an obvious tent that made the cloth stretch to the point of nearly ripping.

Nana did not seem to mind. "Holy shit! What did your parents feed you?"

She blinked hard a couple of times to convince herself that the sizable bulge was real. Once she was sure it was not an illusion, her incredulity dissolved into unabashed glee. To use a played out phrase, Nana was a kid in a candy store.

She pulled down my boxers, and my hard on along with them, until it was pointing directly at her. My dick had yet to come into view, but the anticipation had her laser-focused. We were both hyperfixated on the impending unveiling, but for very different reasons.

The waistband of my boxers edged down the length of my shaft; Nana timidly revealed one thick, veiny inch after another. She gulped nervously when she reached the head, certainly intimidated by how much was already staring her in the face by the time she got there.

She paused for a moment to admire the way my cock throbbed helplessly against the elastic, aching to be set free. With a deep breath, she revealed the final inch. Nana could not stifle her gasp as my dick slapped against my stomach like it was spring loaded.

"I... wow, Bunny," she murmured. "Is it always like this?"

"I think you might have something to do with it."

"Then I should be the one to fix it, don't you think?" Nana winked at me and finished removing my boxers.

I expected to be uncomfortable being naked in front of my grandmother, but it was oddly natural. Even with my cock jabbing me in the belly button, Nana's calm, collected demeanour made it feel like something we had done a hundred times before.

She held up her palm and squeezed a fat dollop of lube into it. She closed her fist so the viscous goo oozed though her fingers, then used her lube-soaked mitt to coat her other until both were glistening.

"Are you ready for me, honey?" she cooed softly, sliding her fingers together to ensure she had not missed an inch.

I grunted in confirmation.

Nana placed the head of my cock in her slimy palm and gently wrapped her fingers around it like she was cradling a fragile bird's egg. She rotated her wrist back and forth, massaging the entire knob in a slow, continuous motion. Her hand bobbed up and down without letting go for a single second, working at a steady pace that focused solely on the sensitive pink helmet.

She tightly squeezed the head with each upwards pull, but loosened her grip on the way down. It was subtle, but the constant change in pressure made each stroke feel brand new. Nana repeated that pattern so effortlessly that it seemed to me she could have done it in her sleep.

My melted soul was poised to ooze out of my ears. "Ffffuuuuck, Nana. That feels fucking amazing."

The praise lit a fire in her belly, invigorating her strokes. "I told you I'd make you feel good, honey."

The fingers of her other hand formed a circle around the base of my balls with both of the fat orbs resting in her palm. She gently tugged on my sack until the loose skin tightened and resembled a plump, fleshy mushroom.

Her thumb tickled the root of my cock in tandem with her rhythmic squeezes on the head, forming a blissful massage that left only the middle of my shaft unsullied by lube. The sound of Nana's hands squelching with every stroke was the only sound in the room besides her laboured breathing.

"Bunny, can you give me some more?" she chimed happily without so much as a hiccup in her pace.

Leaving only her pinky lodged under the ridge of my cock head, Nana formed a makeshift funnel around the crown. She used her other fingers to create an airtight tunnel where more lube could be deposited, then waited patiently for me to fill it in.

I grabbed the bottle and squeezed a generous helping into the opening. I waited until I saw the pool of shimmering lube rise to the top of her hand, where it nearly spilled over her fingers.

Nana immediately closed her fist around the head again and forced the extra lube through her fingers. It streamed down my cock until it reached her other hand, still dutifully clutching my balls. The chill of fresh lube was instantly noticeable amid the humid environment engulfing me, but it quickly attuned to the warmth of her hand.

"Can I go a little harder?" She wasn't asking permission; she was begging, so I offered her a grunt of approval. "Okay, but try not to cum too quickly. Three... two... one..."

While rotating her hand like a corkscrew, Nana dropped her hand into my lap. In one stroke, she enveloped my length so every inch was finally coated in lube. She was meticulous, gliding from the base all the way to the crown in one fluid motion.

My left leg was quivering like I had jammed a fork in an outlet. I could not stop my nervous system from hitting overdrive.

With tender care, Nana embraced my entire dick on every tug. Her fist tirelessly chugged up and down, employing the same method of predictable squeezes that she had used on the head. It was strange to know that my grandmother had a favourite technique for giving a handjob, much less how good she was at it. She was so good that it made me look like an amateur.

She flipped her hand upside down so her palm was facing me, then grasped my dick securely by the root. Using her fingers like a cock ring, she tightened the circle to send a rush of blood to inflate the mushroom head. Her smile widened as she watched it balloon before her eyes and take on a vibrant red hue.

The vice around me barely budged; the tightness was unreal. Nana only moved her hand up and down an inch or so, ensuring that her grip did not slip. The head flared menacingly each time she squeezed the base. It was begging for her touch, but she knew the power of patience.

Her fingers kept their "O" shape as she pulled them towards the head; it looked like she was trying to empty a tube of toothpaste. Each time she reached the head, she would let go and resume her position back at the base, rather than tend to the throbbing crown that longed for her attention. Time after time, she teased me with the promise that the sensitive head would be blessed with her touch, only to release me at the last moment.

I groaned desperately. "Oh god, Nana, please."

She knew what I wanted, but refused to give it to me so easily. "Is everything okay, sugar?" Her voice was sweet like cotton candy, but her teasing was malicious. "Do you want me to stop?"

I groaned in exasperation. "Fuck no, I don't."

A chill nipped against my cock head. I looked down to see investigate, and locked eyes with Nana as she blew a stream of air against me. The change in sensation was dramatic, and it was no accident.

I tensed up when the breeze touched me, and the moment I relaxed again was her chance to strike. While continuing to blow, Nana sneakily removed her hand from my balls and coiled it around the head as she had done before when I'd poured lube into it.

Both of her tiny hands wrapped around the angry, veiny baseball bat. They worked in unison to cover as much of the length as they could, with only an inch of so being uncovered at a time.

Nana pumped her hands like a piston over and over again. She drove them into my lap so powerfully that flecks of lube flew off and landed on my stomach. Her hands rotated in opposite directions with every generous stroke -- one to the left, then one to the right. It was impossible to tell one hand from the other amid the assault of slippery squeezes.

If someone had told me I was getting a blowjob at that moment, I would not have been able to correct them. It put to shame any of the fake, silicone toy pussies that I had bought over the years. Each stroke seemed warmer and wetter than the last.

With the new technique she'd adopted, I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold myself together for very long. I'd already been close, just from the teasing.

Nana demonstrated her experience once again by catching on before I said anything. To stop me from cumming too early, she slowed her rapid strokes to a painfully slow crawl.

At that new speed, it took a full five seconds for her hands to finish their journey from the base to the tip. She took her time toying with me. After having been subjected to such intense, unrelenting pleasure, the patient teasing was essentially torture.

"Not yet, honey."

I did not want to let her down, but I also wanted to cum. I clenched my teeth so hard that I thought I would crack a molar. "W-why not?"

"Because." She released my dick like it was a pan on a hot stove, daring herself to bring me right up to the brink of orgasm without going over. "We aren't done yet."

Nana got off her knees and stood over me, embodying the sexual monarch of my wildest dreams. I felt small, yet safe, in the shadow of her towering form. My brain was full of nothing but static, unable to form a coherent thought that didn't involve my grandmother touching my dick.

She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders back. "It's been years since anybody has seen these, so be nice."

Nana grabbed the bra cups by the bottom and wiggled them back and forth until her tits shook loose from their lace prison. She knew I was watching, so she took her time with the big reveal.

She held the bra in front of her breasts to keep them hidden from me while she slipped her arms out of the loops. The garment was barely covering her chest, but enough of her was obscured that I caught myself trying to look around the edges of her bra to catch a glimpse as soon as possible.

She stared deep into my eyes, even though there was no way I was going to take mine off of her tits, soaking in every second of my devoted staring.

Pride put a cheeky grin on her face. "You really wanna see them, don't you, Bunny?" She jiggled the bra back and forth so her boobs danced beneath it. "You don't think Nana's big ol' titties are gonna be too saggy for you?"

I was so dazed that I skipped answering altogether and reached for the bra myself. She sashayed out of reach with a look of feigned disappointment on her face.

"Now, now," she scolded me playfully. "Patience, honey."

Nana tucked the underwire below her breasts and used it like a shelf to lift them up. She pulled them away from her body, using only the wire to support their tremendous heft. She tilted her bra to one side to give her left breast an advantage and, without a firm hold to keep it in place, the fat udder fell from the bra and hit her tummy with a loud, lecherous SLAP.

Her other breast followed shortly behind, slapping against her belly to send thick, fat ripples through her flesh. Finally freed, the loose-hanging pendulums swung back and forth. She rolled her shoulders to make them gently grind against each other.

Nana's heavy breasts hung almost to her belly button, with both of her razor-sharp nipples pointing directly forward. Her areolas were a delectable shade of pink that instantly made my mouth water.

Dozens and dozens of small, beige freckles decorated her upper chest, their dotted path leading down to the untouched territory of milky white skin that had not been gazed upon in many years.

She lifted one bulky breast in each hand. They spilled over the sides of her frail, dainty hands, rolling around in her palms as she tried in vain to keep them in place.

I marvelled at how they flattened in her hands like pancakes when gravity took hold. My eyes must have been bugging out of my head, making my excitement as plain as could be.

Nana seemed to thrive on my unwavering fascination. "What do you think, Bunny?"

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

That made her chuckle. "Good answer."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want me to make him feel good again?"

"Fuck, yes."

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

"Please?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you want me to stop?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slap, slap, slap.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, handsome," she whispered softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For Nana, I would do that.