Mummy & Nana (Part 1) - Sex Stories

Mummy & Nana (Part 1)

... the lounge. The house was the exact mirror image of my family’s place, but with everything reversed, it didn’t feel familiar.

Two comfortable sofas dominated the room. I chose one and settled down to wait, pulling my phone from a pocket, before opening up a news app to read about the world’s troubles.

After a while, I could hear the sound of movement, then gentle steps on the stairs, before Lizzy stepped into the lounge, closed the door behind her, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"He’s fast asleep, but we need to be quiet for a while."

I looked at her and wondered why this beautiful woman was on her own and how hard a single mother’s life is, having to earn all the money needed to keep herself and her child in comfort and run a household as well.

She had changed clothes since we had walked together. Before they were blue jeans and a t-shirt, now she wore a loose thigh-length shift dress, her breasts quite obviously unrestrained by a bra, and her hair held back in a ponytail. She looked stunning, with long legs shown to perfection. A vision any man would love, but surely out of my league.

"Come into the kitchen and chat while I cook. We’re having spag-bol."

"One of my favourites. Can I help?"

"Not really; just take a seat and watch the expert!"

Time passed by quickly. Lizzy bustled around, and I found it a pleasure to see this woman working on our meal. Half an hour later, we were sitting at her dining table in constant conversation while we ...

... slurped spaghetti and sipped white wine.

The meal was completed with a bowl of fruit, and then I helped her clear up before she told me to go into the lounge and wait for her to bring the coffee in. Shortly after, Lizzy came in, carrying a tray with a cafetiere, mugs, and biscuits.

Lizzy stood in the middle of the room and looked a bit hesitant before, in a small, uncertain voice, she spoke, "I’m sorry, but I don’t know your name; you’ve always been Danny’s granddad, or "my dad" when I’ve talked with his mother."

Sitting on the sofa, looking up at her, I blushed in embarrassment at having put her in such a spot.

"It’s my fault; I’m so sorry. I’m James."

"Hello, James. Welcome to my little home." She smiled broadly, then put the tray down on a coffee table, lifted it towards the sofa, and then sat down at the other end, half turned towards me.

Our conversation resumed; there seemed to be so much to talk about, and we soon opened up, baring our souls for what was the first chance in years. The coffee was long dispatched, the time passed by at speed, dusk turned to night, and we sat in the dark, lit only by a street light that shone through the window.

There was a pause in the chatter. I sensed Lizzy was steeling herself to say something, probably to say it was time for me to go, though that was the last thing I wanted.

"James, will you cuddle me? I need one, right now."

"Of course, Lizzy."

I shifted my body to sit square on the sofa and lifted my arm, ...