Grandma's Religion Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Grandma's Religion Pt. 1

... 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 ...