Grandma's Religion Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Grandma's Religion Pt. 1

... 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 ...