Grandy

The real-life Tommy messaged me the other day, asking me to write him some spicy material about his grandmother for reasons that will become obvious as you read. The following account is a fantasy, save for the details in the first half of the story, which are true (according to Tommy's emails). He was very thrilled with the results. I hope they give him the other results he desires. All of them.

--Secret

**

I kiss my way down the thighs of my beautiful new bride. She hums and plays with my hair, looking at me with such love. Love and tenderness.

God, her thighs send me. They're so soft and delicious. And I love how I can elicit tiny moans of joy from her as my lips inch ever closer to her sex.

I turn my head to the right. Ahh... another fresh thigh to kiss. A flick of my tongue and she giggles. What a heavenly sound.

I love how warm they are. Her thighs. Soft, warm, delicious, and vibrating with pleasure.

I suck, two inches from her opening and she gasps. It's one of the greatest sounds in the world. Reminding me of...

Let's not go there.

Let me focus on my wife.

While sucking, my tongue licks sideways as quickly as I can muster, and she hisses and laughs.

She's so wet.

I look up at her and smile. I blow on her glistening opening, and she sighs in return. Her hips start bucking. She bites her lip, her eyes beckoning my tongue.

I nestle in, ready to spend as long as it takes to get her off.

God, I love going down on her.

I give her one long lick, from bottom to top, pausing just under her most sensitive area.

Her breath catches

Her nails bite into my scalp

My tongue holds its position...

... and then I give her a tiny little flick.

She ahhs.

Oh.

She's so ready.

It's not going to take very long to make her cum.

Not long at all.

Damn.

Come on, Tommy. It's okay. You can do this.

I give her another long lick, once again, my tongue teasing her clitoris...

Flick.

"AhhHHAAaa."

I love how sensitive she is.

One more lick and another flick...

She's ready to burst.

I slide two fingers inside.

"Yes!"

Her wetness envelops me. I wiggle them slightly, like they're tiptoeing their way into a bank vault--just the way she likes.

My tongue hovers over her. She can feel my breath on her.

My fingers glide in and up, pressing against her outer wall.

"Ahhhhh--hhhhh--hhhhh!"

My tongue drops with a tasty flick as my fingers give her a gentle rub...

"Oh, yes, yes, baby, yes..."

She starts bucking. I know enough to hold my fingers steady, and she rides and glides and slides along them.

My tongue gives her one more flick...

Her fingers dig into me as she pushes me away.

Her body convulses with tiny vibrations. And she quietly whimpers and sighs until the giggles set in.

She catches her breath. Then she hums and sways her hips from side to side.

"Come here, baby."

Dang it.

Sometimes I can get her off so well she doesn't want anything further. She'll apologize, but I always hold her tightly and say, "It's okay, love, you can make it up to me later." Sometimes she does. She gives great head.

But tonight, she wants the other thing.

I'm hard. Rock hard. Getting her off always makes me hard.

The problem is finishing.

I love getting started, which I do tonight. She pulls me up and guides me inside her.

And good lord, do I love how that feels.

Maybe tonight I can finish.

I'm horny enough.

I'm in love enough.

I'm eager enough.

God knows how much I want to cum inside her, fill her with my seed, and give her what she and my mother and my grandmother all desperately want: a baby.

I just hope I can make it happen.

I start thrusting.

Oh, fuck, is there a better feeling in the entire world?

Her hands pulling on my back.

Her legs pulling on my thighs.

Her soft skin on me, embracing me.

And her wetness. Her warm, wonderful wetness surrounding me.

I pump, and she moans, yessing and oh-babying and I love you...

But I can't get there.

Fuck.

Come on, Tommy.

Come on, man. You want this. What's your problem?

She senses my hesitation. "What if we switched positions?"

I agree and roll us over.

I love when she's on top.

She loves it too.

She gets into position and starts grinding. Her nails claw at my stomach, and she smiles at me, bites her lip, and says all the right things.

But it's not gonna happen. I can tell. My head's not in the game.

Fuck.

Goddamnit.

I need one of my memories.

That's the only way I can do it.

Problem is, they haven't been working as well lately. I guess there's only so many times you can keep replaying the same incidents before they lose their punch.

I close my eyes,

And remember.

I flash back to Grandy.

A smile on my lips.

I moan at the memory.

Dancing with Grandy...

Her guiding me through the living room.

Eighteen-year-old me so turned on I was terrified she would feel my hard member...

"And then, Tommy," Grandy whispered. Her eyes fell to my lips. Ohhh... fuck, how she looked at me with such delicate hunger.

Her lips parted.

"When you want to make your move with Denise... be sure to look at her lips first. Like I'm doing now. You want to tell her how much you want to kiss her without actually saying it."

She looked back up at me. God, what piercingly blue eyes she had--still has.

"Could you feel it, Tommy?" she asked me.

I didn't know what to say. If I said yes, she might not look at my lips again. Instead, I just stared at her, feeling like an idiot.

But Grandy. Oh, Grandy loved me. Still loves me. She could never make me feel anything less than perfect.

She ran a hand through my hair.

"Would you like me to do it again, Tommy?"

I nodded like such an eager beaver...

My wife picks up on my excitement. Sensing I might actually finish inside her, her second orgasm starts to build.

Oh, yeah, keep moving like that, baby...

Where was I?

Oh yes, Grandy.

Ohhh. The feel of her hand in my hair. The smile on her lips. God, did I want her. I barely even knew what that meant. But god, did I want it. And I wanted it with her.

What a beauty she was.

Still is.

When she asked me about any girls in my class who I liked, I didn't want to tell her. But she kept saying, "It's okay, Tommy. Everything between you and me stays secret."

Her finger to her lips.

God, the way her lips puckered and kissed her finger. I don't even think I knew why that affected me.

But it sure as shit did...

I moan.

"Yeah, baby," my wife says. "Oh god, I love you so much."

So when I told Grandy about Denise and how scared I was to ask her out. She offered to teach me how to dance. That way, when the fall dance came, I'd be ready. Confident and ready.

She took me in her arms.

I couldn't believe it.

She'd hugged me before, but this was different.

Charged.

She placed my hands on her hips.

Her hips!

Oh, how I fucking loved the curve of her hips.

Still do.

I wanted to run my hands up and down her hips, her sides. I wanted to slide them around to the back and pull her in...

Another moan escapes my lips.

"Yes, baby! Yes!"

Oh no, my wife is going to cum.

Come on, Tommy. Get there. Get there...

We started dancing, Grandy's arms draped over my shoulders.

Her eyes inside mine.

"That's it, Tommy," she said, her voice purry and dreamy and sultry and sticky.

Her hips swayed under my hands.

"Now pull me in, baby," she said.

Baby.

That was the first time she called me that, and oh my god, did I love it...

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" My wife is almost there, getting off on my instinctive thrusting as I remember Grandy calling me baby.

Fuck! Hurry up, Tommy...

"When you want to kiss her, Tommy, let your eyes fall to her lips," Grandy said. Then she said, "Like this."

Oh, fuck, her face. Her beautiful, gorgeous face. How she looked at me with such graceful hunger.

She wanted to kiss me. I could feel it. My grandmother, who I loved so much, wanted to kiss me! We were inches away...

"Yes! Yes! Oh, god, yes!!"

My wife feels my cock pulse inside her, and it drives her fucking wild.

Grandy wanted to kiss me.

And oh fuck, did I want to kiss her back.

"Ugh!"

My wife is so turned on she cums a third time.

The moment she senses I'm finished, she rolls off me and throws her legs up in the air. She props a pillow under her ass, raising her sex to the heavens. The better to let gravity work its magic, she says.

"Come here, baby. Come here. Hold me. Love me."

Oh, thank god.

Thank god.

Thank you, Grandy.

I wrap my wife up in my arms and hold her.

We whimper and coo and tell each other how much we love each other, and wonder if it will work this time. We discuss baby names and do all wonderful, loving, post-coital things loving couples do when trying to start a family.

And she falls asleep in my arms.

Whew.

Fuck, that was close.

I hate when I can't cum. It makes my wife so sad.

Instead, tonight I get this.

Her warm, loving embrace.

Her deep breaths on my chest.

As my eyes start to close, a thought nags at me.

What am I gonna do tomorrow?

Or the next day?

Or the day after that?

Turn off your brain, Tommy.

Your memories of Grandy will come through.

Hopefully.

**

I write to Secret Treasures to ask her to create some fresh fantasies for me. She writes back a few hours later.

SECRET: Hey, Tommy, happy to help. How old were you when you started having feelings for your grandmother?

ME: Since I was very young. She used to babysit me, so I saw her all the time. I didn't think much of it, but then one day, when I was eighteen and still very inexperienced with girls, Grandy taught me how to slow dance. I got hard, and although I tried to hide it, I always wondered if she could tell because she started treating me differently after that. A lot more flirting and hugging.

**

Fuck, just typing those words out, sharing them with someone, is getting me hard.

That dance in my mom's living room. It was the first time I had ever touched a girl. Grandy ran her fingers through my hair and smiled at me with her dreamy smile that I had come to love so much. Her piercing blue eyes contrasted against her silvery hair and tan skin. And she purred her words to me.

"That's it, Tommy. Just move to the music. Let the rhythm take you."

We moved and swayed... god, her hips going from side to side, making my hands rise up and down. The way she peered into me.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

I blushed. Hard. It felt incredible. Magical. And so wonderfully wrong. I knew it was wrong to have these feelings for her. But, god, I loved her. I loved pleasing her. She was so gentle and loving and sensuous. And when I would show her any affection, she would always smile at me. Her voice lowering, getting throaty and full of... well, I didn't realize it at the time, but it was full of lust. And oh my god, I fucking loved making her talk like that. It was such a reward that I touched her every chance I got.

I remember her arriving that day she taught me how to dance. She complimented me, saying how handsome I was and how grown up. I'm pretty sure I blushed. I would have normally run up and hugged her, but those words made me feel awkward and shy.

"What, no hug for Grandy?" she asked.

She glided up to me. That's the only way I can describe it. It was like her feet had roller skates on them. Then she raised my chin.

"Too old to hug me now?"

"Never," I said.

I felt like an idiot saying that, but only for a second, because she hummed that throaty hum and said, "Good."

She wrapped her arms around me, then she hummed. She rested her chin on my shoulder and squeezed me tight.

And that hum.

And her smell.

And her touch.

I was in heaven.

Then she asked me about girls. And that's how we started dancing.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

I blushed and said good.

She tilted her head to make sure I was looking at her.

"Good?"

I shrugged, but she caught my chin.

"It's okay, Tommy. I get it. I'm your Grandy. But let's just pretend, okay? Can you do that for me?"

I nodded. I would do anything for you, Grandy.

"Good," she said. Her voice was barely a whisper.

I felt like I was hypnotized.

Her graceful smile as she put her arms around me again.

"That's it, baby. Nice and slow."

Her fingers in my hair sending tickles through me.

She could tell.

"You like that."

I nodded.

"I hope this girl, Denise? I hope she does that for you."

I nodded again, once again feeling like an idiot but also feeling entranced.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

A slight shake of the head.

I think she bit her lip. I don't know. I was struggling to draw my eyes from hers.

"It's easy to do. I know it can feel pretty scary, though."

A slight nod.

"Want me to teach you?"

My hard-on was so fierce it hurt. I felt my whole body shaking as I angled my hips back. God, Grandy, please don't notice how hard I am for you. Please.

She parted her lips. I can still hear that sound. Fuck, it gets me so hard.

"The secret to kissing a girl is telling her you want to kiss her without actually using your words."

She could see the confusion play across my face.

Another part of the lips.

She whispered, "Like this, baby."

Then her eyes.

They drifted down to my lips.

Such a subtle little thing.

But wow did it rock my world.

I thought I might fall over.

I could feel my underwear getting a little damp. I wasn't really sure what was happening, but I wanted her to look at my lips like that forever.

"See?" she whispered with a smile, her eye returning to mine.

Please kiss me, Grandy. Please.

I stop typing and reach for a tissue.

Fuck, I should be saving this for my wife.

I give myself a couple of strokes...

That's all it takes...

And I unload into the tissue.

**

Now that I have a clear head, I resume typing to Secret.

ME: Later that year, Grandy told me she just had her second hot dream about me and that it was really nice...

**

Oh fuck. I laugh at how instantly hard I am. Again. God, I just came.

Fuck, I can't waste this.

I close my laptop and find my wife.

She's watching TV with Mom. They get along really well, the two of them.

"Hey, baby," I say, peeking my head around the corner into the den, slightly embarrassed to be giving my wife a booty call right in front of my mom, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do when you're trying to start a family.

"Oh!" she says with a laugh. "Duty calls!"

She says goodnight to my mom, who crossed her fingers and wishes us luck.

My wife giggles as I lead her to the bedroom

"What brought this on?"

"Love."

She purrs. Her purr isn't quite as delicious as Grandy's, but boy, do I love it.

She wraps her arms around me, and we slow dance for a bit the way she knows I like. She has no idea why I love it so much, of course, but she's come to love it too.

"Come here, baby," she purrs, mimicking Grandy without knowing she's doing that. But she knows I love it.

Her fingers twirl through my hair, and I find myself getting lost in her baby blue eyes. Not quite as piercing as Grandy's, but beautiful just the same.

We kiss and kiss. I love how her lips play against mine. The way her mouth opens and closes in sync with mine.

It feels almost as good as when Grandy kissed me..,

God, that day when she told me she dreamed about me. Her second hot dream, she said. Those words coming out of her mouth shocked me, but I got an instant hard-on.

Instant.

Not just hard but frighteningly hard. Painfully hard.

I trembled slightly as I worked up the courage not to shrug it off as I normally would whenever Grandy made me feel turned on. This time, I was going to open up...

My wife pulls her top off.

No bra.

She's taken to ditching that on ovulation days.

I smile and lean her back. My hungry tongue immediately licks her nipples

I never did this with Grandy.

I love doing it with my wife.

She has such beautiful breasts.

And they taste so delicious.

My cock is pulsing in my pants.

I scoop her up and lay her on the bed.

Oh yeah. Tonight is going to be easy.

I slide her sweatpants off, laughing slightly at how hot they make me. They're the least sexy piece of clothing in the world, but god, I love it when she wears them. She can make anything look sexy. But also, I love how easily I can pull them off of her.

She's naked. Writhing on the bed, one finger on her lips in that naughty way she knows I love.

I pull off my pants and slide into position.

Where was I?

Oh right... Just about to confess my feelings to Grandy...

I worked up my courage and told Grandy how the thought of her dreams turned me on.

She looked up into my eyes. She had been embarrassed to admit her dream to me, but hearing my words made her spirit soar.

We were entering new territory...

I enter my wife, and she emits a relieved sigh. She knows tonight will be a quick one.

As much as she loves sex with me--at least when I climax--we've been having so much of it lately in our attempt to have a baby that it's hard for every encounter to be an epic fuck-fest just in order for me to cum. So, yeah, knowing I'm already halfway to the finish line makes her very happy.

Very happy indeed, as I think back to that incredible moment when Grandy and I first confessed our erotic feelings for each other, and I start pumping into my wife like a man possessed...

Grandy looked from my eyes down to my groin. And she could see the outline of my hard cock in my too-tight of jeans that were in fashion then.

She looked like she'd seen a ghost. I think it was because she was shocked she could have such a powerful effect on me.

A slight bite of the lip, though, made me feel ready to burst.

Grandy wanted me. And I wanted her. And now we both knew it. It was out there in the open. She saw how hard she made me. And it startled her. But definitely did not scare her...

"Oh, yeah, baby, god, you're so hard for me," my wife says. "I love how hard you are for me."

Back to Grandy...

Mom came home before Grandy and I could do anything that day, but the next day...

"Yes! Yes! Yes, baby, yes!"

Oh shit, she's cumming. My wife is cumming...

This was the day before her last day watching me. I was wearing loose gym shorts, and she was in a light dress; her fish-eye round nipples were poking out, beckoning to me.

I'd never been so turned on in my life.

Grandy never dressed in a way that was too revealing. But today, she wasn't wearing a bra, and good lord, those nipples. They were hard and pointing at me the way my cock was hard and pointing at her.

I was trembling. I remember that. We were about to go someplace wonderful. Wonderful and slightly scary. Wonderfully scary.

She walked up to me and put her arms around my neck like that time when she taught me to dance.

My cock was dripping in my pants, and I hoped she wouldn't notice.

Her eyes drifted down to my lips, just the way she taught me to do. That's how you tell someone you want to kiss them without using your words.

I had tried it on Denise at the dance. I did everything Grandy taught me to. But it didn't work. Maybe we were too young. Maybe Denise was too scared. Maybe she just wasn't into me. I don't know. But every time I looked at her lips, she seemed to look away.

I didn't have Grandy's hypnotic gaze.

Her eyes fell on my lips, and all I wanted in this whole world was to kiss her...

"Ohhh..."

My wife cums and tilts her head back.

I'm almost there, baby.

Almost there...

Grandy's fingers, her eyes, her hips, her low, throaty hums... they all worked their magic on me.

Then she did it.

She guided my head forward...

"Yes! Oh my god, yes! Yes baby! Fill me!"

... and she planted a big, sloppy, long adult kiss on me.

God her lips!

Her beautiful lips that had called to me since before I could even remember.

They were on me!

Finally!

Our mouths moved and parted and hungered and swallowed and loved each other. She pulled back when I kissed too aggressively, not scolding me, just smiling, whispering a soft, "Gentle, baby. I love how much you love me. But be gentle. Savor it..."

My cock erupts inside my wife.

Oh god, did I savor it...

We danced and kissed and danced. I felt like I was floating out of my body.

Then my hard-on started rubbing against her stomach, and I knew I was going to cum in my pants.

I broke off our kiss...

Just in time, too, because Mom came home.

The two of us were flustered, but we managed to avoid suspicion.

That night, I jacked off with a major orgasm--the biggest of my life at that time--thinking about the kiss and the dancing and the rubbing.

My cock had pressed against her stomach.

And she hadn't recoiled in horror.

She moaned.

Oh, Grandy, that moan!

My wife kisses me. Loving kisses. She kisses and looks up at me. Then another. Her hand caresses my face.

"What brought that on, baby?"

"Love, baby. Powerful love."

We snuggle.

**

SECRET: Wow, that's intense, Tommy. Did anything else happen?

Boy did it, Secret, though not as much as I would have wanted.

It was the very next day. The last day Grandy would be "babysitting" me. I mean, I was eighteen at this point, but still, Mom liked having Grandy at home with me on occasion.

And obviously, I wasn't complaining.

We wore similar clothes as we had the day before. Only this time, I was the aggressor.

Grandy said hello as she entered the house. She dropped her keys in the dish by the door. And I swooped in.

I knew this was our last day together. Our last chance. I was determined to make the most of it.

I scooped her up into my arms.

"Oh!" she said. Then she laughed and purred, her voice changing again to the timbre that always instantly made me hard. "My beautiful grandson."

I looked at her lips, and she gasped.

Oh, that gasp.

That heavenly sound.

I pulled her in for a kiss, trying my best to take it slow and savor it, but I knew our time together was short.

Instead of pulling back and telling me to be gentle, she responded to my heat.

Her tongue filled my mouth.

I can't even begin to describe to you how wonderful that felt. It had been so long in coming. Having my mouth invaded by my grandmother's tongue...

Fuck, I'm getting hard again. Too bad my wife's at the store.

Down go my shorts. Out comes the tissue.

This won't take long...

I sucked on her tongue. It was the most erotic thing I could ever imagine doing. I didn't even know that was a thing, but fuck how I thirsted for her tongue.

And the more I sucked, the more Grandy rewarded me with low, throaty moans. Her arms pulled me in tighter and tighter.

And her body pressed into me.

She moaned again, feeling my hard cock against her stomach.

This was it.

I lifted her and her legs wrapped around my waist.

It's a wonder I didn't shoot my load right there and then.

My grandmother was wrapped around me, her tongue in my mouth, her moans swirling through my mind.

I started thrusting into her. I still had my gym shorts on, and she was still wearing her dress.

But I couldn't restrain myself.

I was like an animal.

I would have been embarrassed, but Grandy was grinding on me. Grinding and moaning that throaty moan of hers.

My cock was pressed against her pussy, and I dry humped her until I came in my gym shorts. She kissed me, caressed my face, and told me how handsome and wonderful I was. How hot I made her.

"You make me feel so sexy, baby," she said. "I love how hard you get for me..."

I unload into the tissue at the memory of her voice when she said the word hard.

God, how I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to confess everything. Carry her off into the sunset and fuck her senseless every which way we could imagine.

She was my Grandy.

My everything.

I type this to Secret and nervously await her response.

It comes hours later.

SECRET: You're still in love with her.

ME: Yes.

SECRET: I'm happy to write up some fantasies for you, Tommy, but I don't know that that's the ultimate, long-term solution.

ME: What do you mean?

SECRET: Maybe you should talk to Grandy? Tell her what's going on?

ME: I guess?

SECRET: When was the last time you saw her?

ME: I see her now and again. Never alone. She came to the wedding. She comes over for dinner sometimes. She doesn't live too far from here. Two hours or so.

SECRET: Do you think visiting her would help? I don't want to cause more problems. I just think things might come to a head one way or another.

I don't know what she means by this, and I don't have time to find out. My wife and mom come home from shopping. She leaps into my arms.

"How are you feeling?"

I blush. Where were you five minutes ago, baby?

"A little tired," I say, which she knows means, Not now, honey, though I love you with all my heart.

She plants a gentle kiss.

"Later, then."

Doubtful. But we'll see.

**

Later that night, I demur from sex, though I offer to pleasure her. She says no, that's okay. She's not entirely sure she's ovulating anymore, anyway.

"Also," she says with a slight purr, "I'm a little sore down there from the last time."

I smile at that.

That was pretty hot.

Instead, we snuggle and murmur, once again testing out names.

**

ME: Come to a head how?

I think Secret is in a very different time zone from me. I'd ask, but I know she likes her privacy. It does make communication pretty difficult, though.

I wrap up work and start the usual process of getting ready to go home.

My phone buzzes.

"Hey, baby. I'm having dinner with my mom tonight. She's having one of her episodes. You okay to be on your own for dinner?"

"Yeah, of course. I hope she's okay."

"You know how she gets. She'll be fine. She just needs to see me."

"No worries, baby. See you later."

"Mmm... I can't wait."

I laugh. "I thought you were, you know, past that..." I'm at work, so I don't want to say, "past ovulating."

"I am," she laughs. "That doesn't mean I don't want my husband to ravish me like he did the other night..."

Uh-oh.

Yeah, this is what I was worried about.

Come on, Secret, where are you? What did you mean things would come to a head?

I stand at my desk, trying to decide what to do, and finally mutter, "Fuck it."

I hop in the car and set my GPS for Grandy's.

**

What the hell am I doing?

I approach her front door.

I should have texted her first. No one just drops in unexpectedly like this anymore. Grandy told me people used to do this all the time. Now, though, not so much.

Hell, for all I know, Grandy is on a date.

That thought sickens me, even though I know I have no right to feel that way.

I know she's dated a few guys here and there since our last encounter. And every time I would overhear her talking with my mom or my wife about this date or that, I would burn with jealousy, only finding relief when she'd inevitably say, "But I doubt I'll see him again."

I sigh.

And knock.

She has a bell, but she told me she always liked it when people knock. It felt more genuine, she said.

Footsteps.

My heart starts pounding in my chest.

Oh fuck.

What am I doing?

I am not prepared for this.

The door opens.

Her face. Her beautiful, gorgeous face. It lights up with shock.

"Tommy?"

She looks to see if anyone is with me.

"Is everything okay, baby?"

Baby.

She hasn't called me that in years.

Oh fuck.

What was I thinking?

I know what I was thinking.

"Everything's fine, Grandy. I just missed you."

Her expression floats from worry to... what?

"You missed me?" she says, a slight laugh in her voice.

Her mouth wavers slightly as the corner rises into a hopeful smile.

"So much," I say.

"So much?"

Her eyes.

They fall to my lips.

Oh, god, what am I doing?

Her eyes are on my lips. Just like that time when we slow-danced.

"How much?" Her voice drops to that low, sultry, throaty tone that I haven't heard since our last encounter.

My cock instantly tightens.

"You have no idea, Grandy."

Her eyes drift down my body to my cock.

Well, now she has some idea.

She bites her lip.

"Come here, baby."

She pulls me in and closes her front door.

"What's going on, Tommy?" Her hands slide up my chest. I've grown a bit since we last embraced, so now she has to look up at me.

I place my hands on her hips and look at her lips.

"I need you, Grandy."

"What? What do you mean? What about your beautiful bride?"

She says this, but her arms snake around my neck, and soon we're dancing like we did when I was eighteen.

Only this time, Mom's not coming home to interrupt us.

I pull her in and have no embarrassment whatsoever that she can feel my raging hard-on pressing against her stomach.

"Baby?"

"I love Allison, Grandy. I love her with all my heart."

I massage her, my fingers playing imaginary piano keys up, up, up her soft, sensuous back.

"But why are you here? What are you doing?" She's struggling to breathe. "What are you doing, baby?" she whispers.

"I'm doing what I should have done four years ago, Grandy. What I've dreamed of doing for as long as I can remember."

"But, baby... we can't. We can't..."

I lean in, unable to pry my eyes from her lips. Her mouth parts even as she protests.

Our lips meet. Then our eyes. Then another kiss, this one long and velvety.

She melts in my arms as I lean her back. Her groin presses into me. Her soft whimpers send tingles through my brain.

I kiss down her neck, and she moans, "But baby. Tommy. What. How. Why." She tilts her head all the way back, submitting to me. "Oh my god," she coos. Her fingers run through my hair, and she pulls me into her.

I lift her up, and her legs wrap around me just like I remember them doing four years ago. She looks down at me.

"I still don't understand."

"I love you, Grandy."

She looks me over, her hand gliding along my face. Then a second.

She bites her lip slightly, then she says, "I love you, too, baby. I've wanted you for so long. So, so long, you have no idea."

"I do, Grandy. I know all about it. And I love you."

She whimpers. Then she kisses me. It's one of those eternal, Hollywood kisses. Music swells in my mind.

And then her tongue.

It enters my mouth, and I eagerly suck it. Her whimpers turn to moans as if to say, "Yes, baby. Suck my tongue. Bring me deeper, deeper, deeper inside you."

I carry her through the hallway, knowing the floor plan by heart. I turn left and carry her to her bedroom, all the while we kiss and kiss, and I suck her delicious, delicious tongue.

I lay her down on the bed. Last time I was an idiot, Grandy. I was just eighteen, and a young eighteen at that. Now though...?

"Oh my god," she whispers, as I slide down her body.

Now I've learned a thing or two, Grandy, and I can't wait to show you.

I reach under her dress and pull off her panties.

"Oh, baby"

I kiss my way up her leg. For all the years I've fantasized about her, and even though we dry humped that one time, I never once saw any skin. Grandy always dressed quite conservatively.

But here are her legs. Long and lean and tan. And Soft. God, they're so soft. So soft and delicious. My tongue can't get enough, especially as I lick her and she moans--that sound triggers something deep, something primal inside me.

I just want to take her and ram my cock home--

--but no. I'd never do that. I need to show Grandy how much I love her.

I kiss higher and higher up her legs. I let my tongue draw figure eights on her warm, soft inner thighs. God, I could lick her all day, fueled by the ethereal sounds of my grandmother's moans.

It's time.

I pause to look at her pussy. God, it feels so terribly thrilling to use that word for part of my grandmother, but there it is, her beautiful pussy, glistening in the soft light of her bedroom.

"Ohhhhhh!" she says as I lick her the way I lick Allison. One big, long, succulent lick. I let the tip lightly graze her sensitive clitoris, and she responds by squirming under me and moaning, "Oh my god! Oh my god, Tommy! I can't believe it"

I lick her again, and she reaches up and pinches her nipples, moaning with bewildered delight. She keeps looking down at me, unable to believe this is really happening.

I can't believe it either, Grandy.

Another lick, and as my tongue lolls over her clit, her moans reach a feverish pitch.

She's ready.

I'm ready, too.

I quickly dispatch my pants. Then I give her one last loving lick before sliding up her body and embracing her.

Her hands cup my face.

"Are you sure, baby?"

"I've never been so sure of anything, Grandy."

"But your wife..."

"You're the love of my life, Grandy. You're the only one for me."

She gasps.

I enter her. Just the head at first. Her "Oh my god" is a full octave higher than her earlier moans.

God, the warmth of her pussy. That warm, wonderful wetness that I've craved for so many years and never thought I'd ever experience...

I pull back and push in a little more, feeling her delicious walls give way to my invading cock.

Higher sounds, shorter breaths.

Back and in a little deeper. Now I'm halfway. Her pussy is enveloping half of me, and it feels so goddamn divine I hiss.

"Yes, baby! Yes!"

I pull back and slide in deeper, deeper, deeper, her sex slowly expanding to accommodate me.

Deeper and deeper I go; every millimeter feels like victory.

And then I reach my hilt.

"Oh my god, you're in me," she says, disbelief flooding her face. "I can't believe it."

Her hands pull me in for a deep, loving kiss.

Oh, my god, such a sweet, sacred taboo.

Finally! I'm finally inside my Grandy! My one true love! I did it.

I did it and it feels so fucking beautiful I almost want to cry.

"Oh, baby, I love you so much," she says. "I never dreamed it could be so wonderful."

"I love you, too, Grandy."

I pull back and thrust in, and we both sigh.

Her legs latch on and pull me in for another.

Oh my god.

It's so much better than I ever thought it would be.

I shouldn't be here.

This is so terrifically forbidden.

And yet it's the most magical place in the world.

Another thrust.

Why? Why is this considered so taboo when it's so beautiful? So perfect. So heavenly.

Another thrust and I'm already close. I'm already close. I've never cum so quickly for Allison.

Because she's not Grandy.

Another thrust and my body takes over.

Feeling my primal lust makes her whimpers turn to howls.

"Oh my god, Grandy, oh my god. Oh my god!"

"Yes!" she says. I feel her shaking under me. "Yes, baby! Yes! Cum for me!"

I fill her. Oh god, what I wouldn't give to be able to fill Allison with this much of my seed. It feels so potent. So alive.

I cum and cum and cum, unleashing ten years of desire inside my beautiful Grandy, who filled me with such longing and who taught me how powerful desire can be.

I did it.

I finally did it.

I wanna cry.

I am crying.

"Baby, baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Grandy. Nothing." But the tears belie my lie.

"Come here, baby. Come here."

She holds me. I'm still inside, but I'm lying on her, trying not to crush her.

She caresses my face.

"Shhh..." she says, bringing me way back to when I'd get a boo-boo and her soft voice and gentle caress would instantly calm me down. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. You're here. You're inside me."

She kisses my cheeks to magic away the tears.

"You're inside me, baby, and it's the most perfect thing in the world. Nothing can hurt us. We're finally together."

She kisses me.

"We're finally together. I never thought it would happen."

"Me either, Grandy."

We kiss for a long time, and I feel my cock hardening again.

"Oh, my beautiful grandson. You love me so much."

"Yes," I say as I start thrusting into her again.

"Roll over, baby."

I do as she says, slipping out of her, but only for a moment. She sits on top and pulls her dress over her head. She props her hands on my chest. Then she swallows me back up. My cock once again raging with desire.

"Oh, god, you feel so good, Grandy."

I look at her, seeing her naked for the first time. Her beautiful tits with those incredible nipples pointing straight at me.

"Yeah, baby," she says, guiding my hands to her full breasts.

Oh, god, they feel like home. I gently squeeze, and she moans under my attention. She rises. She falls. Up and down. All the while looking at me with such love.

"You're in so deep, baby. You're so hard and so deep. You love me so much."

"I do, Grandy. You're my everything."

"Oh," she says. She runs her hands through her silvery hair, lifting it, letting it fall back down to cascade over her shoulders. She rocks back and forth, just like how Allison does. Only this is better. Way better. Her movement hypnotic. Her gaze penetrating. Her coos mesmerizing. She's the most beautiful and perfect woman in the world. And I'm inside her. Inside her and pleasuring her. I don't think she came the first time. But she's cumming now. She's cumming like a freight train.

Her hands grab my abs, and she howls with pleasure.

I'm giving her a big, beautiful orgasm. Her sounds fill my heart.

Yes, Grandy. Yes, please cum. Please cum all over me. I've wanted this for so long. Every fantasy I've ever had was made better when I fantasized about making you cum hard. And yet in all of my fantasies, you never came this hard.

She's shaking and howling.

She tilts her head back, exposing her long, beautiful neck.

"Oh my god," she says, "You're finally in me! Finally! Finally in me!!"

She squeals.

That sound. The sound of ultimate pleasure.

I did that.

That sound and that knowledge trigger something in my brain, and I once again unleash a torrent of cum inside my beautiful, wonderful Grandy.

"Oh my god," she whimpers over and over again as she settles down, finally coming to a rest on me. We heave, sigh, and soak in each other's love, my cock still sheathed inside her, our juices oozing out of her, running down my balls, my taint, tickling my ass, and onto the sheet.

"Oh," she says, her eyes heavy. "Oh, Tommy. Wow. Where did this come from, baby?" She rests her chin on her left hand, which lies on my chest. Her right hand runs through my hair.

"It came from you, Grandy."

"What does that mean? Is everything okay with Allison?"

I shrug.

"What's wrong?"

"I love Allison with all my heart, Grandy. She's wonderful and beautiful and caring and sweet. And she loves me with all her heart. She's perfect. But..."

"But what?"

"But I can't... I can't finish inside her. We're trying to start a family, but every time we make love, I can't get my head in the game. The only way I can, you know, cum, is if I think of you."

Her hand pauses its twirling.

"What do you mean?"

"You're in my head, Grandy. I love you. I've loved you since I was a kid. I've wanted you since then, too. So the only way I can cum is to remember our times together. And remember my earliest fantasies about you. I love Allison, but I crave you. I can't get you out of my head."

She smiles and caresses my face.

"I can't get you out of my head, either, baby." She slides up and kisses me.

"I remember the day I realized that my love for you wasn't normal for a grandma. You had just turned eighteen, and you looked so grown up and handsome. And I thought, where's my grandson? All I see before me is a handsome young man. And you hugged me hello, just like you always did. But when you went to kiss me, your lips brushed against my ear--just for a second--and my knees went weak. I couldn't believe it. If you had pushed it, I would have fucked you right then and there."

I couldn't believe what she was saying. No wonder she taught me how to dance and was so seductive with me.

But damnit, Grandy, why didn't you tell me? I ask her this, though without sounding angry or annoyed.

She smiles.

"You were only eighteen, and a very young eighteen." She kisses me. "Also, I was your grandma." She laughs. "Grandmas aren't supposed to want to fuck their grandsons."

"Well, I wanted to fuck you, Grandy."

"I know you did, baby. I made sure of that."

"What do you mean?" I ask, though I know what she means.

I love the secret smile that plays across her face. She looks like a villain about to tell the hero her plan to destroy the world.

"You may have been a young eighteen, but you were still eighteen. And all boys that age want one thing more than anything else in the world: sex. So, I knew, or at least hoped, that if I tried to seduce you I could have you."

"That's why you taught me to dance."

She nods.

"I did everything I could to seduce you. I pulled out all the stops. I wanted you fuck you so badly, baby, you have no idea. And I could see you falling under my spell."

"My hard-on wasn't exactly subtle."

She shakes her head. "But your fucking mother kept coming home to interrupt us."

We share a laugh. We both love Mom very much, of course, and never have I heard Grandy say anything bad about her. But yes, Mom did keep coming home at the worst moments.

"I wonder if she knew," Grandy says. She shrugs. "At any rate, all my plans were for naught, except for that one time."

"That's the time I think about most when I'm trying to impregnate Allison."

She gasps. "You think about fucking me when you fuck Allison."

"It's the only way I can do it."

"I guess that makes me a terrible person," she says, her eyes returning to my lips.

"The worst," I say, my cock starting to rise again.

She notices.

"I love that you're under my spell, baby. Even after all these years."

"I love being under your spell."

She rests her wet pussy on my cock and starts sliding up and down. Tingles run through my body.

"I know you do. Even though we never actually did it, I could feel your eyes on me every time we got together. And it always made me wet. So, so wet. But I never thought it would happen."

Her greasing my cock with her pussy increases in speed and pressure.

"I thought I blew my chance. But here you are. Four years later, coming back to me. Because you're in love with me, aren't you, baby."

"You're the love of my life, Grandy."

She sighs. Then she angles her pussy so she's rocking back and forth on my tip.

"I love how you love me, baby."

"Me too, Grandy."

"I'm sorry we can't be together."

I groan. Oh, please, Grandy, please let me back inside you.

"Me too."

"But I can help you."

"Yes."

"You keep visiting me, baby. And I'll give you lots and lots of fantasies so you can breed your beautiful wife."

"Yes. Yes, please, Grandy. Please."

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you."

"How much?"

"So much, Grandy. So much. I've never wanted anyone else. You're my whole world. Please. Please let me please you."

"Are you dying to make me cum, baby?"

"Yes! Yes, please, Grandy. If you keep doing what you're doing, you're gonna make me cum."

She laughs.

"Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?"

She swallows me with a gasp.

Then she sits up and starts rocking. Back and forth and back and forth. Her hands once again planted on my abs, her moans filling my head with the most beautiful music imaginable. And she grinds into me, her stomach muscles contracting and moving like a wave, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone.

And she howls and shakes. Her mouth open wide. Her hair flinging back and forth. Her eyes rolled back. And her smile. If I was smiling a smile of victory, hers is so much sexier. So much hotter.

It's a smile of conquest.

She owns me. She owns me, and she knows it.

"Fuck me, baby!" she shouts as she finishes. "Fuck me like you mean it!"

I rise and shove her to the bed. I grab her legs and throw them over her head--thank god for yoga!

And I pound away. I grab her body and hug her tight, and I thrust into her like my life depends on it.

"Harder! Harder! Harder, baby! Show me how much you love me!"

I do as she says.

My grandmother owns me.

And holy fucking god I love it.

I fucking love it so, so, much.

I explode inside her. How I have anything left to give is beyond me. But I feel my cock pulsing away, trying to deliver every last drop. Drops that I should be saving for my wife. But drops that I'm so much happier giving to Grandy.

Oh, fuck, if only I could breed her.

Oh, to fill her with my seed and make a baby with my Grandy...

Oh my god, that would be the most sinfully wonderful thing ever.

That thought causes another furious jet of jizz to fill her.

I cum and cum and cum. And she screams yes, and that's it, and I love you, Tommy, I love you, baby. You're mine. You're mine, baby. You're all mine.

And I finish and mutter, yes, Grandy, yes. I'm all yours.

And I pass out, totally spent.

**

She wakes first.

"You should go, baby."

Kiss.

"I should."

Kiss.

"Will you come back?"

I cup her face in my hands and look her dead in the eye. Then her lips so I can tell her how much I want to kiss her without saying anything.

And we kiss and kiss and kiss, and once again I fill her with my love.

**

SECRET: Wow, it sounds like it was really fulfilling.

ME: I feel like I'm floating on air.

SECRET: I'm so happy for you, Tommy. Did you sleep with your wife tonight?

ME: I did. I was still so turned on from my time with Grandy, I came in minutes.

SECRET: Well, there you go! Sounds like I talked myself out of a job.

ME: Oh, no, I still want fantasies. I know they will come in handy. If nothing else, they may help me the next time I visit with Grandy.

SECRET: Well, I did have some ideas for that...

**

Weeks pass. Still no pregnancy, but at least I'm doing my part. And Allison and I have never been closer.

Grandy and I keep trying to get together, but it's hard to do. There's no good way to justify my making the trip over there all by myself.

We text, though. Every night she tells me she's thinking of me. And when I can, I sneak off, and we engage in some light sexting.

One night, she tells me that I am to fuck Allison at 9 pm, and that she will be fucking her new dildo at that same time. That way we can pretend to be fucking each other.

As you can imagine, that gets me really hot.

Then we take it up a notch.

I tell Grandy I'm going to call her at 9 pm and that she'd better have that dildo ready.

I can almost hear her purr as she texts back, "Ohhh, I can't wait, baby."

I call her and mute the phone on my end. I surreptitiously place it on my bedside table.

"Dance with me," I say when Allison enters. She's wearing some lingerie that I bought her. --Lingerie that Grandy picked out.

Allison laughs, "Why do you love to dance before we make love?"

"It's how I was raised," I say.

That makes her laugh. She says I'm such a weirdo, but she kisses me. And I make sure to be a little louder than normal.

When I start licking her, I make sure to position Allison's head close to my phone so Grandy can hear.

When she's ready, I throw her legs over her head and fuck her like I fucked Grandy. And she loves that. She loves my passion. She normally doesn't like it rough, but tonight she loves it. She screams and screams as my hips slap against the underside of her thighs. And I yell, "I love you! I love you so much!" And she yells, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" and she sounds like Grandy, and knowing that Grandy is probably on her phone saying the same thing, imagining me fucking her, I explode. I fill Allison with so much cum that I know it's working. I can feel it. My seed has a fire lit under it. Yes! Yes! Yes!

I finish, and we rest and coo and finally decide on names. If it's a boy, she says, she wants him to be named Tommy. I say no, but she insists.

"Tommy, baby, I love you so much. Please give me this."

We kiss.

I, of course, tell her we should name the girl Allison, but she says no, absolutely not. She hates her name. And of course, I try to convince her that her name is perfect, but I know her. When she puts her foot down, her mind is made up. And her foot is down. Allison is right out.

I caress her face and brush the hair away. And she smiles and says she knows I have a name and that I should just go ahead and say it.

A tear runs down my cheek.

"Go ahead, baby, say it."

"Can we name her Melissa?"

She smiles, almost as if she knew I was going to say that. "That's Grandy's name, isn't it?"

I nod.

"You love her so much, don't you?"

I nod.

"Of course we can, baby. I would love that."

After we rest for a bit, Allison goes to the bathroom to take a shower.

"You there, Grandy?" I whisper.

She's crying. "Yes, baby. I love you."

"I love you, too, Grandy."

**

She texts me a lot over the next few days, saying how thankful she is for me and how hot it was to listen to us have sex, and how desperate she is to have me again.

Weeks pass.

Mom invites Grandy over for Thanksgiving. It's a quiet affair, just the four of us; still, there's a nervous energy in the air.

Mostly from me.

I haven't seen Grandy in almost two months. And I can't wait.

I hear her car pull up. Mom tells me to go see if Grandy needs any help.

I open the door.

And there before me is my sexy grandmother, wearing a cherry red cocktail dress, shiny black nylons, and red fuck-me pumps.

My jaw nearly hits the ground.

"Mom!" my mother says, coming up behind me. "Are you going to a party I don't know about?"

Grandy puts her hands on her hips and kicks one hip out to the side. "What, this old thing?" She laughs. "I know. It's ridiculous. But I bought it years ago, and I never had an occasion to wear it."

"Fuck me!" says Allison, stepping outside.

"That's the correct response, thank you, Allison."

Grandy steps up and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"God, I hope I'm as hot as you when I'm your age."

She winks at her. "Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear."

She hugs my mom, but sneaks a look at me.

Mom and Allison go inside. We only have a second together. But we make it count.

My eyes run over her body.

Her eyes fall to my lips.

"Hi, baby," she says with that throaty purr I love so much.

My cock instantly hardens.

That's gonna be tough to explain.

"Hi, Grandy."

"Take this."

She hands me a nail.

"Go puncture my tire."

I blink. This is not where I thought the conversation was headed.

She smiles. "That way, you'll have to drive me home."

She kisses me on the lips. Not long. But enough.

"I had no idea you were so devious, Grandy."

She pats my cheek with a wink. "Yes you did."

I head out to her car--she gave Mom and Allison the excuse that I was bringing in the dessert. I opened the trunk, and, just like she said, there was a nice big hammer.

I was a little terrified that the tire would pop, but I trusted Grandy. I drove the nail home with a few whacks. I could hear a faint hissing.

Mission accomplished.

Dinner was delicious. Grandy made sure to cross and uncross her legs a few times, giving me ample view of her sexy thighs. She kept surreptitiously running her fingers over her legs, too. Watching her fingertips caress her knees, thighs, and calves drove me wild. But nothing made me hotter than watching her sitting next to me, dangling her come-fuck-me pump on her foot. It swayed this way and that, threatening to fall off at any second, and only I could see it.

The food was good, too.

"Did you know your Grandy was hot?" Allison asked me as she carried some dishes into the kitchen.

I feigned innocence.

When it was time to go, we hugged and kissed her and said goodnight. Grandy's kiss was especially hot as her lips brushed against my ear as she whispered, "I can't wait to fuck you."

I thought I might faint.

And then my mom spoke up. "Oh no, Mom, you've got a flat tire."

"Dear me, how did that happen?" Grandy asked. "Of course it happened on a holiday."

"Do you have a spare?" Mom asked.

"No, just a donut, but those only work for fifty miles."

"You can stay in our room," Allison offered, but of course, that was silly. There were only two bedrooms and no place for anyone else to sleep, let alone a married couple.

"Can I borrow your husband, dear?" Grandy asked. "He can stay with me and be home bright and early tomorrow."

"Not too early, I hope," Allison said with a laugh.

Once again, I thought I might faint. Grandy lives two hours from us, but not once did it occur to me that I'd be able to spend the night.

On the car ride to her house, I teased her.

"'Dear me?' Who says 'Dear me?'"

She laughs. She unbuckles her seatbelt and changes position.

She whispers, "Are you calling me old?"

A shiver runs down my spine as she licks my ear.

She doesn't wait for my answer; she lowers herself and unbuttons my pants. She pulls out my already hard cock.

"Not too old, I guess."

It's a very dangerous ride home. But I manage.

I carry her inside, her legs wrapped around my waist, our lips intertwined, her fingers running through my hair in that hypnotic fashion I love so much.

I carry her to the bedroom.

"I wanna fuck you so badly, Grandy."

She smiles her smile of conquest. "I know you do. I could feel your heat all night. My panties are soaked."

I lay her down on the bed and pull off one shoe. I'm about to pull off the other but she says, "Uh-uh-uh."

She places her stockinged foot against my face.

"Show me just how hungry you are."

Oh god, yes.

I take her foot into my mouth. My tongue lolling all over her delicious toes, my mouth sucking and pulling, trying to get her deeper and deeper into me. And she encourages me every step of the way.

"Good boy. Suck harder. Harder. Lick, baby, lick. Now the other foot."

I get more and more worked up. So much so that I only last a few seconds when I enter her. Every pump, every gush, every spurt only makes me want to fill her with more. And her howls of pleasure from how fucking wild she drove me tickle the primal impulses in my brain. It's a short but very sweet entrée.

I take off all of my clothes so I can fully enjoy her nakedness. Then I wrap her up and gaze into her eyes.

"Grandy, I have some really good news."

She gasps. "You're pregnant."

I nod. "We just found out. Mom doesn't even know yet."

She grins and flips us over.

She slides me inside of her.

"Glad I could help."

She starts grinding on me, already starting to moan from her excitement.

"The good news is that pregnant women get really horny."

"Oh really?"

She nods. She pushes herself up, bracing her hands on my abs the way she loves.

"Guess we'll need to make some more fantasies so you can keep her satisfied."

I sit up. She adjusts her position so her legs are wrapped around me. She rises and bucks her hips slightly, allowing my cock to brush against her G-spot. She gasps with pleasure.

"I look forward to it."

We fuck through the night and sleep soundly in each other's arms.

I did it. I finally started a new family with my wife. And I strengthened my old one with Grandy.

I remind myself to message Secret Treasures tomorrow to tell her her services won't be needed after all.