Meeting the Girls

When Nana's friends had arrived and settled in, I heard a gentle knock on my door.

"Hey dear, I hope I am not disturbing anything." Nana asked, casting a quick glance down at my crotch.

I laughed, "No, just reading what's up?"

"I want you to meet Carol and Elizabeth."

I followed Nana into the living room where two elderly but beautiful women with big smiles were sitting. Their faces were lined with age, however they had a youthful twinkle in their eyes that made them instantly appealing. They also were very busty old gals. We exchanged pleasantries which quickly turned to laughter.

We all sat down around the living room for a bit talking about everything from gardening to dating tips which made me blush a bit. As we talked it was clear that these two ladies had lived a very full life and loved every minute of it. Their stories were inspiring and their laughter intoxicated me as their aging but voluptuous breasts bounced and wobbled with each chortle. There was an odd moment where one of them joked about me being "service material, for sure" but granny quickly hushed her and changed the subject. I wondered what that meant but let it pass. Before my charms failed me, I excused myself to let them get to their card game and wine.

 Drunken Granny

Later that night, after Nana's friends had come and gone, she wandered down the hall with heavy footsteps. She knocked on my door with the tips of her finger nails and cracked my bedroom door open. "Hey sweet dear," her voice slurred from a night of emptying wine bottles with her friends.

I was a bit groggy but awake enough to respond, "Hey Nana, you need anything?"

She giggled to herself. "Just checking on that rent payment. I wanted a night cap."

I handed her the jar from the night table, "Sorry I wanted to give you more but I was really tired tonight. Work has been pretty stressful."

Grandma sat down heavily on the bed, her ass spreading out under her weight, her heavy tits shuddering and she hit the mattress. Unceremoniously, she opened the jar, a big smile on her face, stuck out her tongue and poured the jar out. The trail of thick white slime fell from the jar but in her drunken state she didn't quite hit her target. Instead of going in her mouth it dripped in big ropes down onto her nose, cheeks, and upper lip.

She turned to look at me, laughing, as my cum seeped down her face. She used her fingers to gather and push the cum into her darting and scooping tongue.

"Oh no, I am so sorry, I must have wasted so much." She seemed genuinely upset and apologetic.

"It's ok, I can make more," I joked. "Besides, I have heard it is great for your skin."

"That is true, I hadn't even considered the tropical benefish...tropical benefit...topical uses." She managed to say, delighted by her own stupor.

"Ok, Nana, let's get you to bed." I helped her up and put my arm around her as I guided her to her bedroom.

"Thank you for being so sweet to me, dear. And for giving me that tasty cum. I can't get enough of it now. I want your potions by the gallon."

I couldn't help but feel my dick growing hard, listening to her praise my jizz. I helped her lay in bed, her enormous breasts swaying and overflowing across her chest as she laid on her back. In her state, I didn't feel the need to hide the tent in my pajama shorts and I tucked her in.

As I leaned in to kiss her forehead, I felt her hand press against my hard dick over my shorts. When I pulled back to look at her, she was already fast asleep. I struggled with the temptation to pull down her covers, lift her heavy, soft tits out of her top and have my way with them. I had the overwhelming impulse to expose her large, pendulous breasts, the size of volleyballs, and dangle them in my face before sucking of much of them as possible into my mouth. 

She was drunk on wine. I was drunk with lust for her. I reached my hand down the front of my shorts and began to stroke my hard dick. With her face only inches from the tip of my dick I jerked off. I didn't touch her or grope her or pull her clothes off. I just looked down at her sleeping, peaceful face and stroked my cock.

I felt the warmth of her breath on my skin as I continued to stroke, imagining what it would be like to feel her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue playing with the sensitive head. I could hear myself breathing heavily, the sound of my cock sliding in and out of my hand quickening. Finally, with a quiet groan, I spilled my load, the warmth of my cum splashing against her face. I stood there, panting, for a moment, feeling a strange mixture of guilt and relief. I had done it. I sprayed jets of fresh hot cum across her cheeks, lips, and nose. Then went to bed for the night.

Saturday Chores

The next day was Saturday and I had a long chore list of things to do around the house and garden. Early on in the morning I went to check in on her.

"I have the worst headache from all that wine. You wouldn't happen to know why there was cum all over my face when I woke up, would you dear?"

"You tried to pour it into your mouth but your aim was off."

"Oh it would have had to be completely off. I bet I didn't drink a drop. Thank you again for taking care of me, I feel like a dumb old fool."

"Don't be ridiculous. You would do the same for me."

"Oh, I hope to return the favor alright," she said with a knowing wink.

I made her breakfast and while she ate I cleaned the house. I then took her out to the garden with a cup of tea. She was delighted to be out in the fresh air, working in the garden and sipping tea. A few hours later I took her into town with me to grab a few groceries. I drove us into town and as we pulled up to the store my grandma hugged me tightly and thanked me again for everything. My arm and elbow pressed into her soft breasts as she clasped me tight.

"You are so kind, thank you so much for everything you are doing for me, dear." She said.

When we got home, I put away the groceries, finished moving some gardening tools, soil bags, and planting boxes for her. That night after dinner I was so exhausted. I took a hot shower, laid in bed, pulled down my shorts and started to stroke my cock. I just had one more chore to do, I needed to make a potion for grandma. I had my headphones on and listened to a story about a grandma who is forced to suck her grandson's cock for money. I was so tired I must have fallen asleep. 

 When I woke up, I could feel my cock being worked up and down. It felt so good, if it was a dream I didn't want to wake up. Two skilled and oiled hands were working my shaft and balls. It had been so long since I felt another's touch, I was afraid I would wake up and this feeling would end. Then I felt a gentle breath and a lick on the tip of my cock.

"Oh yea, that's so good."

My eyes popped open and almost out of my head as I looked down to find my grandma, kneeling at the end of the bed stroking my dick and balls with her hands. She had my headphones on and was oblivious to me at first. I fought to stay still as her soft, slick hands rubbed up and down my shaft and her fingers caressed my balls.

She looked up and caught me staring down at her. She took my headphones off with one hand but never stopped stroking me with the other.

"I am so sorry dear, I hope you don't mind but I came in to ask you as favor and I saw you here, your beautiful prick and heavy balls were too much for me, I just couldn't help myself. I dreamt of this moment over and over last night. In my dreams you were covering me in your cum. You can only imagine how I felt looking in the mirror this morning to see your dried cum all over my face."

She continued to stroked my cock, then, while looking up at me, then gave the tip of my dick a slow long lick with her tongue. She resumed slowly milking me while looking up at me.

"You must have been so tired from everything you did for me today. And you even fell asleep trying to do more than you had the energy for."

She pressed my dick against my stomach and let it spring back to slap against her face, then smiled big. She giggled, "Thick and long, just like I remembered from that time I walked in on you stroking in your bed. You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you. Let me take care of my hard...working man."

She started to work her mouth up and down the side of my shaft, licking and sucking, her warm tongue dragging across my cock. She then lightly suckled on the head and the first inch or so. The warmth of her mouth was like nothing I could have imagined. She then grasped the base of my cock with her fingers and squeezed, forcing her tongue into my peehole. Her other hand was squeezing my balls and massaging them.

"Is it alright if I suck your big dick for you?" she asking, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. She tapped the tip of my dick on her tongue, waiting for an answer.

"Ugh, god yes, grandma. Suck that load out of me."

"Yea, you want me to get my cum fix fresh from now on, don't you?"

"Yes, please, take it from me."

"You want your grandma to be your personal cocksucker?" She continued smacking my dick against her lips and tongue, looking up at me.

"Yes, ugh, yes." I was already getting close to cumming.

"Tell me what you want. Give me your commands. I have listened to some of your filthy stories. I know what you want. Tell me."

"Oh, ugh, grandma, you are going to be my cocksucker from now on."

My dick was throbbing as she leaned forward and swallowed up my shaft. Her lips formed a tight ring around the very base of my cock. She had taken all of me. Her throat muscles were milking me, her tongue was stretched out somehow and the very tip of it darted back and forth across my balls. I put my hands on her head to guide her bobbing head on my cock. My eyes rolled back as the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth on my dick was more than I could take. I started to cum, I could not hold back. "Oh grandma, please, take my cum in your mouth." I begged her. I felt her suck harder and faster, milking my dick. My hot cum traveled down her throat as she slurped and sucked me dry. My dick continued to pulse and twitch, each time sending another jet of fresh, hot jizz into her mouth to be swallowed down. I was certain it was the biggest load and longest continuous orgasm of my life.

When I was finished, she lifted her head from my dick, her lipstick a bit smeared and her eyes twinkling. She looked so happy and proud of herself.

"How do you feel, dear?" she asked.

"I have never come like that before. I feel complete bliss." I said back to her.

"Good, because that is how I want you to feel. You deserve my touch, you deserve the service of a woman, someone who cares. That is why I am here, to take care of you."

She crawled off the bed, lifting her body and enormous tits off the mattress as she stood up. They swayed and shook in her top as she moved. She kissed my forehead, "Goodnight dear, get some sleep. thanks for feeding me." Then she left the room and closed my door.