Mummy & Nana (Part 1) - Sex Stories

Mummy & Nana (Part 1)

1: James

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The school stroll, not in a Chelsea tractor but on Shanks' pony, is a daily routine for many living close to their local school. I’m a useful grandad, collecting Danny a couple of days each week from the infants' school. Well, it stops me from being lonely, my dear Chrissie having passed away four years ago. Since then, I’ve downsized to a nice ground-floor garden flat in an old Victorian house, but the silence is oppressive at times, so being with the family and enjoying the raucous atmosphere of two young boys makes a joyous change.

Danny has a special friend, Tim, with whom he likes to walk home. Tim gets collected by his mother most days, or by his nanna when his mother can’t make it, so the stroll back to my family’s house is usually accompanied by a friendly chat with one of them before they walk on to their home a couple of hundred metres away in an adjoining road.

Daisy, Tim’s nanna, is a widow in her late sixties. Quite chubby and nice to look at, I sometimes fantasise about her body shuddering and rolling during an orgasm. Lizzy, Tim’s mum, is nothing like her mother. Slim and very attractive, she is in her early forties. On our walks, I found out she was divorced; her marriage broke up shortly after he was born.

My normal pattern on collection days was to play gentle tennis with friends in the morning and then drive to the family’s house after lunch. In the summer months, I often didn’t feel the need to change clothes and would appear at ...

... school feeling cool in a polo shirt, shorts, and trainers.

On one such day, on our walk back, I was feeling a bit low and confided in Lizzy about my loneliness away from the family.

She listened attentively, then, as I dried up, she responded, "I have the same problem; once Tim is in bed, I have no company, no one to share my woes or worries."

We stopped, and I glanced at her face. It was a moment of understanding for both of us.

"Instead of going home alone after Danny has gone down, why don’t you come round to my house and have a meal with me?"

"Thank you, Lizzy; that would be nice."

"Don’t knock; come in through the back door, and if I’m still settling Tim, relax in the lounge til I come down."

We parted, as usual, in front of Danny’s home, but inside I was feeling much happier.

"See you later." The words came simultaneously from Lizzy and me, and then we grinned in unison at the little coincidence before she turned and walked on.

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Three hours later, with Danny safely tucked up in bed, listening to a story from Daddy, I crept out of their house, got into my car, and drove off, just as I always did, but this time only for a short journey around the corner before parking outside Lizzy’s place.

I walked along her driveway to the back entrance; it was unlocked, but I still knocked gently before opening the door and going in. There was no sign of Lizzy, so I assumed she was upstairs with Tim. I left my trainers by the door and padded through to ...