To Grandmother's House

It all started when I took a new job in Oregon. I needed a place to live while I got oriented to the new area and my new job, so I decided to move in my with grandma who lived outside Portland. Nana was always an eccentric hippie lady and my mom said they kinda grew apart when grandma joined a weird new age cult a decade ago.

I made the road trip out to Oregon and was kind of nervous. I wasn't sure if living with an elderly woman I haven't seen in years would be a good idea. Things were awkward at first. But she was kind, smiley, warm, and welcoming. She did seem a bit flighty, spaced out, and superstitious at times, but she gave me a lot of space while I got settled in.

I learned more about her in the coming days and weeks. She was a spiritual and creative woman of routines. She would wake early in the morning, make herself a cup of tea, take her little kefir yogurt drinks from the fridge, take a walk through her garden, meditate, then lock herself away in her studio to paint and make art. She was living her best life.

For a woman in her seventies she was high energy, funny, mentally very sharp, and youthful. She stayed busy, had her passions in life, and looked after herself. She had a small group of friends who would come over a couple times a week and they would drink wine, laugh, play cards, and tinker around in her rose garden.

I started my job and things were working out great. Except for one thing. I didn't know anyone in the area. I was too busy working during the week and trying to help grandma around the property on weekends to even think about dating. My libido was going crazy. I sold my laptop to pay for the move and hadn't saved up enough yet to replace it. So no easy access to porn. So I started listening to erotic stories on my phone, with headphones on, to jerk off at night.

One night, I was deep in the throws of my lust, stroking out the poison while listening to a story about a wife being loaned out by her husband. I was laying in the dark, my eyes squeezed shut as I climaxed, spraying a massive load all over my stomach. When I came back down and took off my headphones I noticed the bedroom door was now open a crack and there was a cup of tea sitting on my dresser. I was mortified. Grandma came to bring me tea and must have caught me jerking off.

The next morning, I dressed for work and found nana in her studio painting. "Hey nana, I am heading to work."

"Okay dear, have a great day. Don't let capitalism steal your soul, haha."

"Thanks grandma, hey, umm, I just want to apologize for...I think last night you might have..."

"Oh hush dear, you are a healthy young man, you are working so hard and you don't have a young lady in your life. You do what you want with your gorgeous young body." I noticed her eyes seemed to look me up and down. I thought maybe I noticed something else odd but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Thanks for understanding, I will be more careful about the door, love you, bye!"

"Love you too dear, have a good day at work."

Growing Closer

That evening, I returned from work to find grandma in the kitchen. She was making a wonderful dinner for us, had baked bread, and it was all just so nice to come home to. I watched her in appreciation. She was dressed in a short house dress and slippers. It was the first time I really notice how huge her breasts were. They were so massive and sagged under their own weight. Her monstrous udders strained against her nightie and I couldn't help but stare. She noticed me looking and blushed before asking me how my day was at work. I mumbled an answer.

As she turned to put something in the fridge my jaw dropped as her soft, juicy ass peeked out from under the bottom of her house dress. Her ass cheeks were heavy, round, and jiggled as she bent over in the fridge. I was instantly aroused. Images flashed in my head of her on all fours in front of me as I plowed that big, fat ass from behind. I had to get my mind out of the gutter. What was I thinking?

I helped her make some tea and we sat at the kitchen table. She was looking over some flower catalogs and she was very excited.

"I have been doing a lot of thinking lately, Jimmy."

"Oh yeah, about what?"

"You have such a powerful aura around you. I think its because you are not having sex. I can feel that in your aura. You know monks and prize fighters alike all practice celibacy to concentrate their energy and life force. I think you should pay more attention to your energy, what you are manifesting, and use this build up of life force to do good things. And for god sake, stop being ashamed of your own body and pleasure."

I was caught off guard by the directness of this conversation.

"Uh, thanks grandma, haha. I mean, I do feel different lately, not having sex. But it feels bad, I feel irritable, aggressive, and all...I don't know..."

"Pent up?"

"Exactly."

"I have something you might enjoy." She said, getting up from the table and returning with a large red photo album.

"Oh god, not family photos, Grandma..."

"Haha, shush boy, my sisterhood and I have lunar parties in my rose garden. These parties are about the carnal experience of being a woman, the sensual and spiritual energies of the divine feminine. Have a look."

As she flipped through the pages sitting beside me I was distracted from the actual photos by her enormous tits, barely contained in her night gown, resting on top of the table like two huge water balloons. I was frozen, staring down into her endless cleavage. I wanted to bury my face between those colossal tits. I looked up to catch her sparkling eyes and a mischievous smirk.

"I meant, have a look at my photos."

I looked down and saw group photos of women. They ranged in age from their forties to their eighties. As if my lust was causing me to hallucinate, these women were all naked in these photos. They were wearing head dresses of roses and crystals, some had belly dancing robes and belts but all of them were topless and they all had huge, hanging udders. Their big tits lined up as they smiled, their arms around each other. My cock was rising in my pants.

"Oh my god, I would pay to join this party."

"Haha you wouldn't want to be surrounded by these old ladies."

"All I see are goddesses with incredible bodies."

"Good, then you take this, "she said closing her book. "I hope it helps you with your built up tension." 

 Embracing The Ritual

That night, I was so horny, my thoughts were filthy, I couldn't stop thinking about my grandma's blue veined tits and wide ass. I flipped through the pictures in her album while jerking my cock. I had really grown used to my audio stories, so I found one about a grandma who becomes a sex slave to her grandson. I stroked my rock hard cock, fantasizing about my own grandma when I found it. A picture of her. She was a bit younger and her tits were out. They were the biggest pair in the book. Huge, hanging, tits with large pink areolas, and long raspberry nipples. I stared at that photo, the audio in my head painting pictures of me titfucking my own grandma, and I shot the biggest load of cum I have ever produced. My balls boiled as I continued pumping, shooting rope after rope everywhere. I had to carefully climb around my room to find a hand towel to wipe up the cum I splattered everywhere, leaving big gobs of thick white cum all over the towel.

Cosmic Mysteries

In the morning, I went to clean up before leaving for work and I noticed the towel was missing. It was a shamrock pattered towel I brought with me and I couldn't find it anywhere. I didn't have time to keep looking so I went to say bye to grandma. There was weird, new age music coming from her studio and when I looked in, she was sitting in front of her painting holding my shamrock towel, taking big licks off it with her tongue. I could see the dried cum stains she was running her tongue over.

I was paralyzed with confusion, watching her dab parts of the towel onto her tongue.

"I know you are there dear. You know, those little kefir protein shakes I drink every morning are a very poor replacement for what your grandfather used to feed me." She turned and looked at me. "I miss that every single day."

I couldn't say anything, I was just frozen staring at her, watching her suck on my cum stained towel. She looked up at me again and said "Oh, looks like you spent all night playing with your big cock? And you made this big load for me. Were you looking at all those big tits in the book? Did you see mine in there?"

I looked down in shame.

"I thought so. I like having your masculine energy in the house. It has reminded me of my own feminine sacred energy. You are lucky to have me to help you learn to channel your...excess spirit. I have so much to teach you. But I need something from you."

"You need something from me?"

"I need you to feed me my breakfast, to share your energy with me every morning from now on. You are already making it, I just don't want it to go to waste. It isn't like I can buy it at the store. I will leave a cup on your night stand. You will finish into it and place it in the fridge before bed. Will you do that for your grandma, dear?"

She bent forward, showing me her massive tits nearly hanging out of her nightie, and smiled.

Lost in her milky udders, I said, "yea, ok, I can do that." I would have agreed to anything she asked in that moment.

Making Milk For Grandma

That whole day I wrestled with the thought of getting home and shooting cum into a cup, knowing my grandma would drink it in the morning. I was so turned on that I raced home.

When I got home, grandma looked like a vixen. She was wearing a silky kimono that was short and black stockings underneath. The kimono was tied shut but opened enough at the top that I could tell she was wearing a black, lacy bra. The bra did the impossible feat of lifting her heavy tits up and together making them look like they would overflow and spill out everywhere. I tried to look her in the face while talking but just failed repeatedly.

"Grandma, I am just a mortal man, you can't expect me to not ogle you when you dress like this."

"What? Just because I am old I can't express my sensuality in my own house? Grow up. Well..it looks like you are growing up right before my eyes," she laughed glancing down at the growing bulge in my pants.

I turned away embarrassed.

She came over and placed a hand on my shoulder, turning me to face her. "I am sorry, I am just teasing you, I thought if I looked nice for you, you might produce more of that...potion I asked you for. You didn't forget did you?"

"No, of course I didn't forget." I looked down to avoid her eyes but only found her incredible tits pressed against me.

In my bedroom I found a jar with a lid on the night table. With a little napkin with a heart drawn on it. I put my headphones on, listened to some hot granny stories, flipped through the pictures of my enormous titted grandma and her busty friends and proudly shot three full loads into the jar before putting it in the fridge and going to bed.

When I woke in the morning I felt anxious to know if she had already drank my cum or if she would wait until after I left the house. I was disappointed to find it still in the fridge, untouched. Grandma was in the garden meditating and I left for work as usual.

When the work day was through and I returned home I found her in her art studio painting furiously. She was absorbed in her work and was aflutter with eccentric vibrating enthusiasm. When she saw me she stopped and excitedly came to hug me, pull aside her paint smock to not get paint all over me.

"Oh Dear, I drank all of that lovely potion you left for me. There was more than I could have hoped for. I have spent the whole day painting like a madwoman. I was immediately so full of your energy and it really woke something inside me. Thank you dear," she explained as she kissed my cheek.

"Great, I am glad it helps you, I will leave you to your work." I said, excusing myself from her studio.

I went to prepare dinner for us before returning to her studio with a plate of warm food.

"It looks like maybe you have been too busy with your art to eat."

"Oh, you are back!" she exclaimed "I have been waiting for you."

I set the plates down and asked, "What do you mean you have been waiting for me, I just left…"

"Yes dear, I know you did but I have been waiting a lot longer than that. I have been waiting for you, for your male energy, your masculine divine life force, for too long." Her words made my heart flutter, I was unsure how to respond.

"It is the least I can do for you. I will just put this over there," I said as I set the plate down on her desk.

She moved to give me a hug, "Thank you so much dear, for everything. I was so alone in this house and your presence feels so good to me."

That night, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Nana stopped in to hand me the jar. She was so sexy in a red silk robe with no bra. The outline of her massive tits was visible under the thin fabric, I could see her nipples poking out under the silk. I tried to look away but I couldn't. She was teasing me and she knew it.

"I cleaned it out and it is ready to be filled again. But umm...this time...instead of putting it in the fridge just let me know when you are done."

"Oh, umm yea, ok, yea sure grandma...I will."

"I can't wait. I am sure it will help me paint again tomorrow," she said and excused herself from my room, closing the door behind her. I looked at the jar and took a deep breath.

I sat on the edge of the bed and began masturbating, slowly, stroking myself to a nice stiff erection. The excitement of being so naughty nixed any thoughts of guilt and I just kept stroking. I thought about my grandma, her tits, her ass, her pussy. I pumped my cock faster as I imagined how tight she must be. I imagined sticking the head of my cock inside her. I imagined that tight wet pussy around my cock. I imagined thrusting deep inside her while burying my face between his gigantic granny milkers. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I thought about her as I shot cum into the jar. When every drop had been captured, I straightened my clothes and took the jar to my grandma's room, knocking on the door.

She opened the door just enough for her huge pressed to be squeezed a in a vulgar display between the door and the door frame. It was clear she was teasing me with these displays of her titanic, saggy bosom.

"I have your delivery." I tried to joke my way through the tension and awkwardness of this moment. I pushed the jar out toward her.

She opened the door and moved close to me. She pressed her body into mine. I could feel every detail of her body against me. Her large tits, hanging down, her soft stomach. Standing close against me, she inspected the jar, "Oh there is less here tonight, are you tired?"

"Well I didn't want to keep you up and thought you would prefer if it was still warm since you didn't want it...in...the...fridge."

As I spoke she opened the jar, stuck out her tongue, tilted her head back, and poured the literal cum shot onto her tongue and into her mouth. She looked me in the eyes, my cum a pearl puddle on her tongue before she closed her mouth and gulped. Opening her mouth wide after, "All gone."

She handed me the empty jar. It was one of the most depraved moments of my life, so far. I was impossibly hard in my pants. My cock was pulsing for her, for my own grandma. What was wrong with me? I couldn't think about anything else but how horny I was for my grandma and how wrong it was. My cock was pulsing for her. She must have felt it, I know she felt it, but she just pulled back and walked into her bedroom. I raced back to my room, moments later shooting more cum into the jar. I then placed it in the fridge as a bonus shot for her and went to bed.

Fresh Juice Is Better

The next morning I found grandma meditating in the garden again. She was smiling, beautiful, and peaceful. I didn't want to disturb her so I quietly left for work.

When I returned home that evening she was busily walking around the house, tidying up for her friends to come over to play cards that night. She was wearing a brown bohemian dress and a tunic top with a large turquoise stone necklace. Her brown and gray hair was up with a flower in it. She looked like a very adorable, hippie, granny.

I hadn't met her friends yet but I would keep to my room to give them space. Before I went to my room to read for the evening I had to ask, "Hey, Nana? Was the..uh..potion alright?"

"Oh dear, it was the best, I went right to bed and had the most vivid and lucid dreams all night. I felt a spiritual fire moving through me. Then you can't imagine my delight to find a morning treat too. I don't know how I will ever repay you for what you are doing for me."

"Well, consider it my rent payments," I joked.

"Deal!" she laughed.