A No Nut November Tale

A No Nut November Tale.

Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18 and are all fictional.

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Liberty Falls, Texas

1/11/24

"Mom, do you have your passport?"

"Yes, it's right..." Ava gasped as she started rummaging through her purse. "Oh my god! I had it right here!" she said exasperated.

"Mark! Do you..." When Ava turned around, she was met with the sight of her husband holding two passports.

"Got it right here. Left it on your bedside table."

"I think it's best if you hold them, Dad." Scott chuckled.

"Yeah, at least until we get there. I bet she didn't forget any of her makeup," Mark said.

"Oh, hush! I must've left it there by accident," Ava said as she snatched the passport from his hand. "Scott are going to leave tonight?"

"Yeah. I'll pack a bag later with some things and then head to grandma's."

Mark's phone vibrated. "Uber's here," Mark said.

"Oh, my goodness! Ok, Mark, we have everything, right?"

"Yes," Mark sighed as he grabbed the luggage. "Besides the passport you almost forgot, we have everything."

"Perfect! Scott, come give mommy a kiss and remember to help your grandmother with whatever she needs, got it?"

"Yes, I know." Scott had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. "You've told me that like four times."

"I'm just saying because I know how much your grandmother spoils you."

After kissing his mom goodbye and his dad ruffling his hair, they were gone. Scott Feldman's parents were traveling from Texas to New York, and from New York, they were to board a cruise ship to France for the wedding of one of his mom's best friends. This left Scott and his grandmother, Daisy, all alone.

Scott lived in Woodcrest, a gated neighborhood nestled amidst rolling hills and manicured lawns of Texas. Every two-story house was the perfect contrast between luxury and coziness with white picket fences, a little slice of 60's Americana in the modern age.

Scott was 21 years old. He was your typical football-loving college student. He was attending John Hopkins University, majoring in finance, just like his father and grandfather had before him.

He glanced at the time; it was 11:39 a.m. It was still a little early to eat lunch. Since he was all alone now and had nothing else to do since the semester had ended three days ago, he decided to play some video games.

After raging in Call of Duty like everyone else, he ordered a large pepperoni pizza for lunch. He ate the pizza while watching YouTube, and after downing twelve slices all on his own, he fell asleep. Hours later, he woke from his food coma. He quickly checked his phone, and after looking at the time, he decided it was time to head over to his grandmother's house.

After packing a bag, he left. Luckily for Scott, his grandmother, Daisy, lived only six houses down the street. Her Tudor-style house was located in a cul-de-sac. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting a warm, golden glow across the lush, emerald field as he made his way over.

His grandfather had passed away almost a decade ago, and his parents suggested that Daisy move to Woodcrest. She was reluctant to move at first, and that was to be expected. After living in the same house for years with her now late husband, it was hard to let go, but Daisy eventually realized that living in such a big house all by herself wasn't the best idea either.

With the help of Scott's father, Daisy managed to sell her home and move just down the street.

Scott walked right in, and the warm embrace of his grandmother's house swallowed him. He never knew how to describe such a feeling. He just knew it was Grandma's house, which was... warm... and cozy.

"Grandma?" he called out, dropping his backpack in the hallway.

"In the kitchen, dear!" she responded. Scott followed the heavenly scent that beckoned him from the kitchen.

Scott had returned three days ago from college, and despite his grandmother living just six houses down the road, he hadn't seen her yet. He walked and saw his grandmother finishing cleaning the kitchen counter. The kitchen was warm and inviting, filled with the delicious aroma of butter, sugar, and cinnamon.

Daisy's eyes lit up as he entered the kitchen. "Scott, my dear!" She walked over to him to give him a hug and a kiss. Scott wrapped his strong arms around her, lifting her slightly off the ground, causing her to squeal with delight. As they parted, Daisy took a step back to admire him, a proud smile playing on her lips. "You've grown so much since I last saw you," she said, her eyes shining with affection. She wiped a smudge of her red lipstick from his cheek with her thumb.

Scott towered over Daisy; he looked down at her with a smile. "I'm home, grandma." He smiled. "Sorry for being late. I fell asleep."

"Oh, my dear. You better stop growing. Every time I see you, you seem taller. When did you come back?" she asked.

"Three days ago. Sorry for not coming over. Mom and Dad were basically just waiting for me to get back so that they could leave."

"Yes, Ava hasn't been able to stop talking about that wedding she was invited to, and honestly, I don't blame her one bit. Her best friend is marrying some rich French guy who got all her and all her close friends an all-paid cruise to France for her wedding."

"Yeah, Mom almost left without her passport."

Daisy chuckled. "Did you eat already?" she asked.

"Yeah."

Daisy's eyes narrowed. "What did you eat?"

A cheeky grin appeared on Scott's face. "You already know... Got me a large pepperoni pizza with garlic butter on the crust."

Daisy rolled her eyes and gave him a playful slap on his chest. "I knew you were gonna say that. I've already told you to stop eating that crap. You should've come here for a nice home-cooked meal."

DING!

"Oh, Perfect! The pie is ready. Wanna a slice, darling?" She grinned.

"You know I do. What kind of pie is it?"

"Pumpkin pie."

"Nice."

"Take a seat. I'll get it for you."

Scott watched as his grandmother moved gracefully around the kitchen. Daisy Doyle was the epitome of a housewife from a bygone era. She was a great cook and baker. Her garden, which was visible through the kitchen window, was a masterpiece of neatly trimmed hedges and flowers of vibrant colors that seemed to bloom year-round under her care.

Despite the years etched on her face, she had beauty—a timeless beauty, her skin only showing the slightest hints of the years that had passed; her red hair was a shade darker now threaded with a few strands of silver, and her green eyes never seemed to lose their sparkle. Her attire was impeccable as well. She wore a floral dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, cinched at the waist with a belt that highlighted her figure. An apron was tied around her, a charming accessory that made her look like she'd stepped straight out of a 1950s magazine.

The neckline of her dress was modest, yet it allowed for a tantalizing glimpse at her grandmother's ample cleavage. He let his gaze linger there for a moment. Scott knew that perhaps it was a little... frowned upon to stare, but hey, he was a guy, and besides, there was nothing wrong with admiring the beauty of an older woman.

Especially a woman who had aged like a fine wine like his grandmother. Scott couldn't help but think that Daisy kind of resembled a younger Helen Mirren in a way. His grandfather had certainly been a very lucky guy having married a woman like Daisy.

"Here you go, darling," she smiled sweetly. "A nice big slice just for you." Daisy set a plate with a generous slice of pumpkin pie right in front of him.

"Thanks, Grandma!" He immediately dug in.

"You're welcome, darling. How about a nice glass of milk, dear?"

"Mhmm." He nodded with a mouth full of pie. They chatted about his school, his friends, and his football season.

Scott leaned back in his chair with a smile and a belly full of his grandmother's delicious pie. "That was delicious, grandma. Thanks."

"Want another slice, dear?" she smiled.

Scott chuckled. "I would love to, but I can't. I'm full," he said, rubbing his stomach.

Daisy laughed. "Well, I made it just for you. You know where to find it if you want more."

"Oh, you know I'll definitely grab another slice later."

"Scott dear, I know your mother told you to keep me company, but I don't want you to think that you have to spend all your time cooped up in here with me."

"Yeah, Grandma, I know. This is not a problem or a hassle for me. If it were, I wouldn't be here." He smiled. "Most of my friends are out of town anyways. So, it's not like I'm gonna be missing any big party or anything like that. Besides, after how loud college can get, it's nice to enjoy some peace and quiet."

"Oh, honey," she hugged him and gave him another kiss. "I'm so glad you're home. Your room is ready upstairs. How about you take your things? Then we can make popcorn and watch a movie."

"Sure thing." He grinned.

Scott grabbed his backpack and went upstairs to the guest room. "

Maybe Mom is right. She does spoil me a little too much.

" But he wasn't complaining.

Scott walked into his room and threw his bag on the bed. Just then his phone vibrated. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw a WhatsApp notification from his friend Austin.

/You ready, MA BOI? It's D-Day/

Austin texted.

/Absolutely. I cranked one out yesterday just to be sure/ Scott replied.

/Yeah, me too. How many days did you last year?/

/I lasted 15 days. Going for the full 30 this year, tho/

/BULL SHIIIIT. We both know you're gonna lose, especially with all that porn you watch/

/At least I watch normal porn and not hentai/

/I don't know what you're talking about/

/lol/

/Remember. Don't stray from the path, KING/

Scott laughed at Austin's comments. It was November, and that only meant one thing. It was time for the No Nut November challenge. It was a month of self-discipline, determination, and sheer fucking will. Many didn't understand that this was more than just a dumb internet challenge; it was about pride and the satisfaction of being among the very few who managed to pull off such a feat.

Every year Scott and a handful of his friends would attempt to go a whole month without giving into temptation, and every year they all lost.

Some of them would even lose on day one. Scott has been the only one to make it a full 15 days before succumbing to the inevitable. However, Scott had a new strategy this year, one that he believed would lead him to victory. He would spend as much time as he possibly could with his grandmother. Scott thought that the idea of watching porn or even masturbating in the same space where his grandmother lived seemed utterly bizarre. Her warmth and kindness had always had a way of bringing out the best in him, and he knew that being around her would keep his mind and hands at bay.

Scott brought his PS5. He had his own TV in his room, and his grandmother had a decent enough internet connection, which meant he could play without a problem.

This was the beginning of a very long month for Scott. Day one was done. Just twenty-nine more to go.

3/11/24

Scott had already established his own little routine. Every morning, he would wake up and go out for a run, believing that burning as much energy as possible would keep him focused and also help him burn all the calories from his grandmother's hearty meals.

Every time Scott opened his laptop, he would go straight to YouTube and try to avoid any... distractions that might arise.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," he said.

The door opened, and his grandmother peeked inside. "Honey, I'm going to the grocery store. I was thinking lasagna for lunch."

"Oooh, lasagna sounds so good."

"Great!" She smiled. "I'll be back in a few."

"I'm gonna get so fat." He chuckled.

9/11/24

Scott woke up, and he was greeted with the smell of coffee and bacon from downstairs, but there was something else as well. He was sporting a raging morning erection that seemed to have a mind of its own.

All eight inches created a tent under the blankets. Good thing he slept with the door locked. He reached down and gripped his shaft, eliciting a groan. Scott also wanted to pee, and as many guys know, going to the bathroom with an erection was not easy.

Scott walked to the bathroom—the cold water from the tap was what he truly needed. He splashed it onto his face and neck, trying to douse the fire.

He slapped his face. "Focus, dude. FOCUS."

Scott made a mental note to text Austin later. "Dumbass, probably lost already."

He brushed his teeth and, after waiting a couple of minutes for his erection to go down, made his way downstairs.

15/11/24

Scott had reached last year's mark. It was a bittersweet moment for him. The challenge always seemed so simple at first, but as the days went by, it was clear that was just his mind fucking with him. The tension coiled within him like a spring ready to snap. He'd woken up each morning with a raging erection, demanding attention he dared not give.

His usual calm demeanor had given way to constant fidgeting. He found himself tapping his feet whether he was eating, playing video games, or just watching TV. His eyes searched for anything that could distract him from his predicament; each day that passed added more tension to his already frazzled nerves.

Everything was starting to irritate him as well. The loud sound from the TV, the clinking of silverware, whenever his grandmother called him or whenever he lost a match on Call of Duty, his blood boiled.

Scott was trying to keep it together as much as he could, especially when it came to his grandmother.

21/11/24

Scott's resolve was being tested like never before. It was as if he was teetering on the edge of a cliff.

There was an anxiety that wouldn't go away no matter what he did. Running stopped working days ago. Playing videogames only made him angrier, and every time he opened his laptop, he wanted nothing more than to go to Brazzers, Bangbros, or MILFY just to see what new videos had dropped, but he always managed to stop himself... barely.

The worst part was that Scott had started to stare at his grandmother. It began innocently enough, but as the days went on, his glances grew longer—more lingering—to the point where he followed her every move like a hawk.

He found himself tracing the curves of her body. He couldn't help but stare at her, his eyes drawn to the subtle sway of her hips as she moved from the counter to the oven or the way her breasts would jiggle ever so slightly with every step she took. Whenever she would bend over to open the oven or pick a spoon, he would shamelessly stare at the fabric of her dress stretched taut across her ass.

"Fuck," he would mutter at the sight and felt his cock twitch. She wasn't dressing provocatively or anything like that, but the thought of what lay beneath those pretty dresses she would wear only heightened the wickedness of it all.

The sight of his grandmother's delicious cleavage was another source of taboo thoughts. Each time she leaned over the dinner table to place a steaming plate of food in front of him, his eyes would sneak a peek at the swell of her breasts, wondering how her big tits looked.

Daisy remained blissfully unaware of the internal turmoil her grandson was facing and went about her daily routines with her usual grace. She went on about her day without knowing that a pair of brown eyes watched her every move.

Scott's thoughts grew more and more vivid. His lust-fueled imagination started running wild scenarios that painted his grandmother in a not-so-grandmotherly way. He started imagining his grandmother in various states of undress. He pictured her in black lingerie moving about the house with the same efficiency she did in her daily clothes.

Every time he saw her cooking, he couldn't help but imagine her cooking with nothing but an apron on. In his fantasy, her breasts swayed with every stir of the pot. He envisioned her leaning over the stove, the apron strings tied snugly around her waist, the heat from the oven causing her skin to glisten with a fine sheen of sweat.

His imagination took a dark turn as he pictured his grandmother on her knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. Daisy was dressed in nothing but a pair of expensive sheer black stockings and black stilettos. The stockings ended with a delicate lace design trim that contrasted beautifully with her ivory skin. Her back was arched, pushing her breasts forward in a way that made his mouth water, and her ass was up in the air and her legs were spread wide apart, giving him an unobstructed view of her most intimate areas.

It was an image that made his dick as hard as a steel bar.

Scott felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that he was having such unholy thoughts about his sweet grandmother, but he was far too gone to care about something so trivial as morality, and the allure of her beauty was too strong to ignore.

He knew that he could return to his house and not stare at his grandmother, but the masochist part of him wanted to keep creating fake scenarios in his head that involved his grandmother.

25/11/24

Daisy could see him fidgeting in his chair and his eyes darting around the room. He was clearly on edge, but why?

"Scott, are you okay, dear?" she asked, a little concerned. "You've been a little quiet these past few days."

Scott cleared his throat. "Yes, I'm... I'm fine," he said, his right foot tapping under the table. "I'm just... thinking."

"About what?" She smiled.

"Nothing."

"Oh...okay?" Daisy was put off by his behavior. He had become very cold and dry. His responses had become clipped and nothing more than monosyllabic grunts. She knew something was amiss with Scott, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was almost as if she was annoying him just by talking.

Daisy tried to engage with him. She tried to keep the conversation flowing by talking about new movies, hobbies, or his classes for the next semester, but each question was met with a shrug or what looked like an exasperated grunt.

"Oh! I know!" Daisy exclaimed happily. "Want a slice of cherry pie? Although I must confess, I didn't bake this one. I bought it at that wonderful bakery over at Masterson Street and..."

"I'm fine."

"There's also..."

"I said I'm fine!"

Daisy was startled by the way he snapped. She went quiet as she watched him sigh, trying to calm himself.

"Okay," she murmured. "I'm sorry, honey."

"I'll be in my room," he muttered. Daisy just watched him disappear around the corner and up the stairs.

After scrolling through for almost an hour, he got a message from Austin asking if he wanted to play some Warzone. He had nothing better to do, so he immediately jumped out of bed and got online.

Scott got the invitation to join Austin's party, and he accepted.

"What up, DOUCHE?" Austin said through his headphones.

"Yoooooo," Scott replied.

"Better not fuck this up. I'm not gonna carry you again."

Scott chuckled. "This fucking guy. I revived you like six times yesterday. I couldn't even buy a UAV cuz I had to keep buying your ass again and again."

"Whatever," Austin said. "Oh, by the way. Did you lose already?"

"Nah, still going strong, dude."

"No fucking way you're still doing it."

"Told you I was going to win this year. Although this No Nut November shit is killing me, I'm not going to lie. I'm wired up all day, every day. What about you? I know that idiot Lucas lost on the third day cuz his girlfriend showed up out of nowhere."