Grandma's Religion Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Grandma's Religion Pt. 1

... something inside me. Thank you dear," she explained as she kissed my cheek.

"Great, I am glad it helps you, I will leave you to your work." I said, excusing myself from her studio.

I went to prepare dinner for us before returning to her studio with a plate of warm food.

"It looks like maybe you have been too busy with your art to eat."

"Oh, you are back!" she exclaimed "I have been waiting for you."

I set the plates down and asked, "What do you mean you have been waiting for me, I just left…"

"Yes dear, I know you did but I have been waiting a lot longer than that. I have been waiting for you, for your male energy, your masculine divine life force, for too long." Her words made my heart flutter, I was unsure how to respond.

"It is the least I can do for you. I will just put this over there," I said as I set the plate down on her desk.

She moved to give me a hug, "Thank you so much dear, for everything. I was so alone in this house and your presence feels so good to me."

That night, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Nana stopped in to hand me the jar. She was so sexy in a red silk robe with no bra. The outline of her massive tits was visible under the thin fabric, I could see her nipples poking out under the silk. I tried to look away but I couldn't. She was teasing me and she knew it.

"I cleaned it out and it is ready to be filled again. But umm...this time...instead of putting it in the fridge just let me know when you are done."

"Oh, ...

... umm yea, ok, yea sure grandma...I will."

"I can't wait. I am sure it will help me paint again tomorrow," she said and excused herself from my room, closing the door behind her. I looked at the jar and took a deep breath.

I sat on the edge of the bed and began masturbating, slowly, stroking myself to a nice stiff erection. The excitement of being so naughty nixed any thoughts of guilt and I just kept stroking. I thought about my grandma, her tits, her ass, her pussy. I pumped my cock faster as I imagined how tight she must be. I imagined sticking the head of my cock inside her. I imagined that tight wet pussy around my cock. I imagined thrusting deep inside her while burying my face between his gigantic granny milkers. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I thought about her as I shot cum into the jar. When every drop had been captured, I straightened my clothes and took the jar to my grandma's room, knocking on the door.

She opened the door just enough for her huge pressed to be squeezed a in a vulgar display between the door and the door frame. It was clear she was teasing me with these displays of her titanic, saggy bosom.

"I have your delivery." I tried to joke my way through the tension and awkwardness of this moment. I pushed the jar out toward her.

She opened the door and moved close to me. She pressed her body into mine. I could feel every detail of her body against me. Her large tits, hanging down, her soft stomach. Standing close against me, she ...