Grandma's Religion Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Grandma's Religion Pt. 1

... stories were inspiring and their laughter intoxicated me as their aging but voluptuous breasts bounced and wobbled with each chortle. There was an odd moment where one of them joked about me being "service material, for sure" but granny quickly hushed her and changed the subject. I wondered what that meant but let it pass. Before my charms failed me, I excused myself to let them get to their card game and wine.

Drunken Granny

Later that night, after Nana's friends had come and gone, she wandered down the hall with heavy footsteps. She knocked on my door with the tips of her finger nails and cracked my bedroom door open. "Hey sweet dear," her voice slurred from a night of emptying wine bottles with her friends.

I was a bit groggy but awake enough to respond, "Hey Nana, you need anything?"

She giggled to herself. "Just checking on that rent payment. I wanted a night cap."

I handed her the jar from the night table, "Sorry I wanted to give you more but I was really tired tonight. Work has been pretty stressful."

Grandma sat down heavily on the bed, her ass spreading out under her weight, her heavy tits shuddering and she hit the mattress. Unceremoniously, she opened the jar, a big smile on her face, stuck out her tongue and poured the jar out. The trail of thick white slime fell from the jar but in her drunken state she didn't quite hit her target. Instead of going in her mouth it dripped in big ropes down onto her nose, cheeks, and upper lip.

She turned to ...

... look at me, laughing, as my cum seeped down her face. She used her fingers to gather and push the cum into her darting and scooping tongue.

"Oh no, I am so sorry, I must have wasted so much." She seemed genuinely upset and apologetic.

"It's ok, I can make more," I joked. "Besides, I have heard it is great for your skin."

"That is true, I hadn't even considered the tropical benefish...tropical benefit...topical uses." She managed to say, delighted by her own stupor.

"Ok, Nana, let's get you to bed." I helped her up and put my arm around her as I guided her to her bedroom.

"Thank you for being so sweet to me, dear. And for giving me that tasty cum. I can't get enough of it now. I want your potions by the gallon."

I couldn't help but feel my dick growing hard, listening to her praise my jizz. I helped her lay in bed, her enormous breasts swaying and overflowing across her chest as she laid on her back. In her state, I didn't feel the need to hide the tent in my pajama shorts and I tucked her in.

As I leaned in to kiss her forehead, I felt her hand press against my hard dick over my shorts. When I pulled back to look at her, she was already fast asleep. I struggled with the temptation to pull down her covers, lift her heavy, soft tits out of her top and have my way with them. I had the overwhelming impulse to expose her large, pendulous breasts, the size of volleyballs, and dangle them in my face before sucking of much of them as possible into my mouth.

She ...