Grandma Susan's House
By: Allen Smithee
Susan Sarandon wasn't always my grandmother. I didn't even know who she was when my mom married her son. I hadn't seen any of her movies. When I learned she was in movies, I was happy but what really impressed me was her massive tits, and her pretty face. More then her tits, I was turned on by the though of her being such a slut she would get a boob job in her 60's.
I loved visiting her house. It was the best part of my mom's marriage. I would visit her New York Penthouse, and it was like another world. It was huge, her furniture was comfortable, the walls were covered in art and bookshelves. It always smelt fresh, and she made me warm home cooked meals.
I had good parents, but they worked all the time. Grandma Susan always took time out of her day to be with me. I don't know why she was always so sweet to me. But when I visited her house, I had the most relaxing day, and at night, I had the best dreams.
The days with her would always play out the same. I would come over; we would catch up for a bit. Then I would do some chores while she made dinner. I didn't mind the chores; she always gave me a tight hug and a gentle kiss when I was done.
She would make me steak and potatoes; she was a housewife at heart, and a great cook. Then, we would watch a movie and snuggle on the couch. She treated me like a kid despite being eighteen. I didn't mind, I liked being babied and cuddling her massive tits as she stroked my hair.
When it was getting late, she would make me a cup of tea. It was warm, and it gave me good dreams, despite the bitter taste.
She would come into my room, usually after a few minutes of lying in the dark, when I had a boner in anticipation. Her makeup still on and wearing a nightie, that clung to her massive chest and hung just below her ass and pussy. She would lean over the bed, her big breasts hanging down, giving me an eye full of her cleavage backlit by the hallway light.
She would rub my chest, making my heart race and tell me she wanted me to have sweet dreams, before pressing her plump lips to mine, holding it for a few seconds, sending tingles down my spine. She would give me another kiss on my forehead before walking away.
The tea always made me dizzy, and sleepy. My body felt heavy, and if I tried to stay awake for too long, it would feel like I was rolling down a hill. I slept naked and with a sleep mask, just as Grandma Susan always told me to.
Before I knew it, I was dreaming. It was dark, and I couldn't see anything through my sleep mask. I felt her smooth hands stroking along my naked thighs, rubbing my chest, and eventually a sliding sensation on my shaft. It was so quiet, and I couldn't see anything, my sense of touch was heightened.
I felt her hot breath on my balls and a wet tongue on my cock making me moan. I had never been with a woman before, but I hoped this was what it would feel like.
I felt her tongue and lips push past my head, sucking me in. Suddenly, I was enveloped in a warm wet vacuum that slid up and down my cock, going deeper and deeper. Sucking more of me into her mouth, with each bob of her head. I couldn't see her through the mask, but I imagined her reddish brown hair bobbing up and down.
