In that murky glow between sleeping and wakefulness, Brendan Albertson was blissfully enjoying a vividly spectacular, ball-wrenching dream.
In it, his cock was in a warm, wet vacuum tube, being sucked to the base. He couldn't see the tube, or anything else in the fog of slumber, but he felt it. It was smooth, moist, consistent in its rhythm and feeling so real, so immediate, velvety and hot and milking his trembling shaft.
He heard himself moaning, and felt his hips thrusting into whatever was giving him such exquisite pleasure. Somewhere in that fog, he realized it was a dream and unlike other dreams far less pleasant when he'd will himself to wake up, he wanted this one to go on forever, it was that realistic and heavenly. As he lay still to enjoy the wet sucking feeling, the moist sounds gained volume and registered in his brain.
"Oh...oh...oh..." he heard himself croak, the intensity of his groans increasing until it snapped him sluggishly from sleep.
He blinked. He looked up at the ceiling, then around at the unfamiliar surroundings and knew it wasn't his room. His blurry eyes focused on a framed mirror with a shelf, on which were photos. One was a little boy sitting on the lap of a smiling middle-aged woman with silky blonde hair. It was him in the photo, he realized, at age 9, and the woman was Katie, his beloved grandmother then age 57.
He looked down and smiled as he watched that woman in the photo, now 10 years older and even more beautiful, suck his dick. Her alluringly wrinkled mouth bulged with his hard, young cock, the tip pressing against her cheek and pushing it out in a clear outline beneath her sweet, puckered skin.
"Merry Christmas, stud," she growled, popping his wet cock from her mouth and rubbing the slimy tip all over her face, lapping down to mouth his aching, 19-year-old balls. "'Bout time you woke up to get your gift!"
Brendan smiled, running a hand through his granny's silky silver hair, gently pulling strands from her beaming face to see it better.
"Oh, right, it's the holiday," he said as he watched her freckled bony hand jerk his twitching cock faster and harder. "Merry Christmas to you, too, Grandma..."
She smiled and slithered her naked body up his, her massive, creamy white tits with the biggest, pinkest nipples he'd ever seen coming into view. She pulled herself up to sit next to him as he lay back, her left hand masturbating him, her right hand holding up those succulent, beautifully sagging bags of meaty flesh and squeezing the wrinkled tips into a cone, aiming at his mouth.
"Suck Grandma, Brendan!" she hissed, tilting her head down to watch him do just that, her thick neck folding into an exquisite wattle of lovely wrinkles that drove him nearly as mad as her massive old boobs. "Nurse at Grandma's boobies!"
"Oh fuck, Grandma, your tits, I LOVE your tits!" he gasped, obeying her horny edict and latching his lips to one hard nip.
"I know, I know," she cooed. "They're what got us here in the first place...."
She stroked him, his precum slicking up his dick along with the saliva she'd left there, the sounds of squishing filling the room, punctuated by the sucking sounds of the young man's eager mouth around his 67-year-old grandmother's boobs. And they both remembered what had happened the night before.
It was the Christmas Eve party at Katie's house, a boring assemblage of friends and relatives that Katie made better for her horny grandson by hugging him as he sat in the crowded living room, pulling his face into the exposed cleavage of her rather sexy holiday dress.
He was fixated by her tits, as he had been for some time. But that was from afar. This time it was real and alive, the scent of her big boobs, their warmth and softness, the creased wrinkles of the flesh cascading down from that sexy old neck. After she realized the effect her breasts had him, she brought him to a spare room and used those amazing tits to get him off.
The night continued, grandmother stroking grandson out on her deck while guests milled about inside, Brendan's doting mother Linnie, checking on them and slipping in her own son's spent sperm, a comical moment in a rather unique, incestuous night.
The guests left, Brendan opting for a sleepover at his grandmother's, much to his mother's approval, thinking nothing out of the ordinary. But the night was far from ordinary, as grandson and grandmother made love, romantic love, exquisite love, and falling fast asleep, then waking now on Christmas morning.
"Mmmm, Brendan, you're hard as a rock after all our activities on our rather memorable Christmas Eve, wow..." the sexy old lady marveled, stroking him harder, forearm flesh flowing with tendons and sinew, the freckles dancing on her silky skin. "God, what, you came four times last night?"
"Guess so...oh..don't stop...oh GOD, Grandma, your hand jobs ..." he babbled, watching her hand, the veins under the freckled skin throbbing, her meaty upper arm shaking in a jiggly wave as she worked his cock with that magical hand.
"You want to cum, baby? You want to cum for Grandma's hand...or mouth...or pussy..for Christmas, baby?" she teased, forcing more tit into his madly sucking mouth.
"God, YES!" he groaned in a raspy voice.
"Want some help sucking those big titties?" she said with a wink, laughing at his frantic nodding of approval.
"Oh...oh hell yes!"
She tucked her head down further, her tongue flashing out alongside his and across her pink left nipple. She pulled that fleshy bag up and now attached her puckered mouth to it, sucking, eyes wide and locked on Brendan's.
"Dammit, Grandma, I LOVE watching you suck your own titty!" he cried out, thrusting up to meet her stroking, insistent hand, leaning to suckle the other one, grandmother and grandson nursing on one fat tit each.
"I know you do, baby," she groaned, popping her mouth off her own tit to stab her tongue onto the other nipple and into Brendan's accepting mouth. "And I love sucking my tits with you!"
She continued suckling her own boob next to her grunting grandson, and teased him mercilessly as she did.
"Can you imagine me and you sucking MOM'S big tits together like this, hmmm?" she growled, returning to what she'd told him the night before, confessing to incest with his mother, Linnie, her daughter when Linnie was a teen, along with Cassie, her younger daughter. "And Aunt Cassie? Feasting on all those big...sexy..meaty TITS together, can you???"
"Oh...oh... FUCK!" he screamed, popping his mouth off his granny's wet titties as she put her stroking into overdrive, the bottom of her hand pounding down into his balls, the pain acute and sexy and pleasurable. "GONNA CUM!!!!"
"Cum on my titties, baby...and think of MOM AND AUNT CASSIE!!" she roared.
He came like he'd never cum before, thick ropes of hot white spunk jetting out of his cock and splashing over both their faces, Katie laughing in loving surprise, Brendan open mouthed in his moaning orgasm, cum streaming inside. The pumping strands continued, striping onto Katie's heaving tits and neck, Brendan madly sucking both, slurping his cum from her pink nipples and meaty wattle, as his granny continued to stroke him to completion.
