Nana's Cooies

I spent all night battling the urge to masturbate. I awoke to a profound grogginess that I knew would plague me for the rest of the day. In a perfect world, I would have beat my meat to images of my cock nestled between Nana's tits until the sun rose.

I had never felt relief like the kind Nana had given me, yet within minutes of her leaving my room I'd been suffering withdrawals. I needed more of her, and I needed it as soon as possible.

I dragged myself into the kitchen with the gusto of a slug and slumped down into one of the hard, wooden chairs around the table. Lack of sleep had turned me into a dishevelled mess, but one look at Nana lit a fire in my belly that was stronger than one hundred cups of coffee.

She was stationed at her command center, the stove. Between her intoxicating cherry blossom perfume and the aroma of melted butter sizzling in the pan, my senses were already halfway to waking up.

The afternoon sun poured through the small window over the sink like a spotlight and sent rays of gold directly onto the swell of Nana's glorious bottom. They illuminated a small pair of grey booty shorts that were tucked neatly between her pudding-thick cheeks.

Rather than the fiery red heels from the night before, she was wearing a pair of white tube socks that stretched up past her knees. From the waist down, Nana looked like a woman half her age!

It was impossible not to stare in the presence of such a beautiful creature, who was made ever more enchanting by the rotund shadow she cast on the tile floor. It was as though the sun itself was saying,

"I might be bright, but that thing is the real star."

I could not have agreed more.

She did not look up from the stove. "Late night, Bunny?"

I stretched my arms towards the ceiling until my back popped. "I don't suppose

you

know anything about that, do you?"

She snickered to herself. "I might, I might. Are you saying Nana was too rough on you?"

The accusation could not have been further from the truth. "Actually, I was hoping you'd be around tonight to hang out."

Nana upgraded her snicker to a full-blown chortle. "To 'hang out,' hmm? Oh, my. That's very PG-13 of you! And to think, they say kids don't respect the elderly anymore."

To my dismay, and genuine surprise, she informed me that she had evening plans that did not involve touching my dick.

"But Nana!" I whined in a manner very unbecoming of someone my age. "Can't you blow it off? I bail on stuff with friends all the time!"

Nana shook her head. "Last time I missed a game was over a year ago, and they still haven't let me hear the end of it! Nobody holds a grudge like these women, but I love them to death."

"Why can't they find someone else to play cards? Are you that good?"

"They're just very particular. Everyone is at my age! You get tired of the bullshit and just wanna enjoy life on your own terms." Nana cast a thoughtful gaze in my direction. "Sometimes there's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself, even if other people might not understand it."

We said nothing for a few minutes, and were merely content to be in each other's company. I thoroughly enjoyed how peaceful I felt around her. I delighted in hearing her happily singing to herself while she bounced around the kitchen like a manic pixie, and even the sound of her adorable toes tapping on the tiles while she scurried about.

Nana put the finishing touches on lunch while I chugged through what would be the first of several cups of coffee. I finished it, and went to pour another while she shovelled grilled cheese sandwiches onto our plates, accented by a cup of tomato soup.

We chatted in circles about the assignments I had to do, avoiding the obvious implication of what would happen when the work was done. Nana lamented over the errands she had to run while I tried my hardest to listen without staring at her boobs. I failed miserably, and while she did not seem to mind, she

definitely

noticed.

"Something on your mind, Bunny?" Nana cooed with a very intentional wobble of her heavy breasts - breasts that were, once again, unconstrained by a bra. "If they're a distraction, I can put them away?"

"I love distractions!" I blurted out with a mouth half full of grilled cheese.

She feigned disbelief very convincingly. "Is that so? Well, I

was

going to ask if there was anything you'd like me to wear today, but based on your incessant staring, I'd say that you probably like what I'm already wearing now."

"You look amazing in everything, Nana. Seriously."

She knew there was more coming. "But?"

I hesitated. "But... you know. If you were to - oh, I don't know - slip into your birthday suit? I wouldn't have any objections."

Nana put a hand in front of her mouth to stop half-chewed grilled cheese from flying out of her mouth when she laughed. "Bunny! I meant, like, a pair of heels or a lower cut top! I can't just get

naked

! People could look right in from the street and see!"

She was partially correct. She knew that closing the blinds would remedy that issue in a heartbeat, so I figured she was resisting only as a way to prolong her entertainment.

"I guess you really liked what you saw last night, huh? I can't get naked, but..." She twiddled her thumbs in circles. "... I

can

do something else, if you'd like?"

I confirmed that I would very, very much like, and Nana hurried off to her bedroom without another word. She had mentioned that the events of the night before would not happen every day, so I was truly surprised to find her offering herself up so soon afterwards. It seemed we were both struggling to ignore the intoxicating lust we'd found ourselves embroiled in.

I started cleaning up from lunch, expecting to be interrupted, but Nana had still not returned when I'd finished loading the plates into the dishwasher. I resisted the urge to seek her out. I didn't want to spoil her fun; she seemed to very much like making me suffer by making me wait.

I grabbed my laptop with the intention of blasting through that week's essay as soon as possible. Within a few minutes, I was deeply embedded in the third paragraph to the point that I did not hear Nana come back into the kitchen.

Her delicate voice broke the silence like a pin dropping. "Hard at work?"

I hated tearing myself away from a thought mid-sentence, so I typed as fast as I could without taking my eyes off of the screen.

Nana was not willing to wait for my attention. From the corner of my eye, I saw her raise a leg and place it on the chair beside. Then, she repeated the question. "I said; are you

hard

at work, Bunny?"

I turned my head to answer her, but the words caught in my throat the moment I laid eyes on her new outfit. "Sorry, Nana. I'm ju-- oh, wow."

With her leg hiked up on the neighbouring chair, the first thing I noticed was her toes. Her long, tight-fitting tube socks were long gone, replaced by the natural beauty of her impeccably toned legs. They were as smooth as silk, begging for a hand to traverse them.

My eyes followed the path my hand wished to travel and noticed, with only a slight delay, that her boy shorts were missing as well. My brain caught up to the tingles in my spine just in time to realize that it was not a pair of fuzzy underwear staring back at me.

From the waist down, Nana was naked. I would have noticed right away if she had entered the room completely nude. Seeing her t-shirt in my peripheral vision had led my otherwise-engaged brain to jump to a conclusion about her overall state of dress. I wondered if she'd known that that would happen.

Had I not already borne witness to her lily-white jungle of fur in the bath, I would have been taken aback by its staggering purity. The downy layer of snow blanketing her pussy mound was calling for me to leave my handprints in it.

Nana's mound was so pudgy that I knew it would jiggle just like her ass if it were to receive even the lightest slap. The plump muffin curved outward like a crescent, revealing a thin line of vibrant pink flesh between her puffy curtains. Only the faintest hint of her labia was able to peek out from behind the meaty swell of her vulva, but it was more than enough to make me drool.

Nana placed an open hand in an "L" shape on either side of her pussy, flanking the mane of soft, woven wool. The glorious slit was situated between the frame her hands made -- an artistic masterpiece put on display.

She smiled warmly at me. "Is it everything you imagined, Bunny?"

I was unable to conjure words, but my stare said enough. Nana inched her fingers closer to her center, closing the gap between her hands until her nudity was hidden.

I blinked hard when her pussy disappeared from view, wetting my eyes for the first time in ages. When I opened them again, Nana was gingerly spreading her succulent petals.

Her fingers drifted through her slit too smoothly to hide her enjoyment; she was excited to show her body off to eager eyes, and I was happy to be her audience.

Nana pulled her lips apart. Then, as slowly as her nerves would let her, she began to rub her clit. Her fingers circled the small button. Each touch made her body shiver a little bit, but her concentration never broke.

She mewed softly. Her digits sank deep between the folds and came back out glistening with her juices. Her aroma made my head spin like I was huffing gasoline, and it was even more addictive.

Just when I thought I might muster the courage to speak, Nana stifled that urge by timidly placing two of her syrup-laced fingers on my lips. Without a second of hesitation, I sucked her slippery digits into my mouth and let her nectar melt on my tongue.

"Your grandfather never did stuff like this," she said in awe, wiggling her fingers.

"His loss," I murmured with her fingers still in my mouth.

She raked her nails across my scalp. "You like the way Nana tastes, sugar?"

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. "It's better than sugar."

She took a handful of my hair and tilted my head back so I was looking at her. "Prove it," she ordered, releasing my hair so I might feel as though I had an ounce of control over the situation.

I'd been ready to dive in before she'd said a word, but it felt so much more fulfilling to do so at her behest.

Nana got up onto the chair next to me, dwarfing me in her shadow. The position came with the benefit of a direct view to the underside of her bulging pussy.

She reached a hand out to me, and I held on so she would have something to balance herself as she climbed up from the chair to the table. The furniture was sturdy and unyielding. Not a single groan or creak emanated from it as she laid on her back.

Nana turned her head to the side and raised an eyebrow at me. "What are you waiting for, sweetheart? Don't you want dessert?"

My salivary glands were working overtime. "You're the dessert?"

"Of course," she purred. "Now, be a good boy and come eat Nana's cookie."

She kept her legs closed together, raising them into the air until her pointed toes aimed at the ceiling. With the technique of a synchronized swimmer, she parted her slender legs as slowly as she could.

Her wet, plushy curtains peeled apart, prompting me to take my first totally unobstructed look at my grandmother's naked pussy. I was in awe of the spectacle. I didn't take a single breath the whole time she opened herself to me. I could only watch in silent wonder as the scene before me played out like a beautiful dream.

Her folds parted and exposed her sensitive nub like a glistening pearl. The small button was throbbing with excitement, begging to be touched, but thanks to her prominent lessons in patience, I knew better than to rush.

Nana pulled her knees up to her chest and grabbed hold of her shins. Her eyes locked on mine so she could watch the glee spread across my face. She clenched her pussy over and over again like she was winking at me, which also served to show off how tightly she could constrict the tiny tunnel.

Nana sported an enormous grin. "She's saying hi to you."

Her toes wiggled back and forth with noticeable impatience. We were daring each other to make the first move. Despite my desperation to taste her, I maintained composure.

She knew I was eager, but I still tried to hide it. Against all odds, I managed to play it cool for a whole ten seconds longer than I'd thought I'd be able to, but after that, I was hopeless to resist the temptation drawing me between Nana's legs.

I waltzed calmly to the end of the table and grabbed onto her pudgy thighs. With no warning, I hauled her body to the very edge. She gasped in surprise, but took to the position as soon as she felt my cheek graze her inner thigh.

Her skin was smoother than glass. I kissed the supple flesh and sucked on it just lightly enough so that I wouldn't leave a mark. My tongue flattened against the portion of thigh meat that I had sucked into my mouth, basting her skin with long, patient licks.

Nana's spellbinding warmth beckoning me towards her heated center. I followed its call, obediently diving between my grandmother's open legs until she closed both of them around my ears. I wrapped my arms around her toned thighs to keep her in place, and rested my hands on her tummy.

When Nana's fingers combed through my hair, I knew she was giving me the signal to dig in.

I followed her orders and gently encircled her clit with my lips. It had been probably been throbbing since she'd taken her pants off, well aware that it would be tended to within minutes of her doing so. I applied tender suction around the pink pebble to lock it in place. I slid my tongue out so it touched the bottom of my chin, then flattened it against the mouth of her pussy.

Nana was already soaked through, and my tongue absorbed her syrup like a sponge. I dragged the brush through her honey-coated lips until it touched her clit.

She groaned from deep in her belly. It was a sound that got louder as I crushed the pulsating bead under my tongue, exploring it to find the perfect spot that would make her toes curl.

I dug my tongue under her clit and pushed it into my top lip so I could roll it back and forth by applying pressure with my teeth. I wandered over to one of her velvet curtains and slurped it into my mouth. She melted like butter on my tongue.

When I sucked on the meaty wing, she started to pull against me. We were playing tug-o-war with her lips, gingerly tugging back and forth without either of us wanting to claim the victory. That went on for a minute or so until I let her win, being the gentleman that I am. I broke the vacuum seal and took a much needed breath of air.

"Oh,

fuck

, I forgot how fucking amazing this feels," Nana cried to the ceiling, eyes closed tighter than Fort Knox. "Keep going, honey. Eat Nana's cunt."

I was invigorated by her words. They were visceral, and most certainly not grandmotherly. Nana clawed at the back of my scalp like she wanted to swallow me whole, but the rest of her body seemed content to only engulf my tongue. I slithered into her drooling pussy once more, bathing my tongue in sultry syrup whose warmth had me sweating.

Her thighs tightened like a vice around my skull. As if that didn't send the message, she made sure to coil her legs around my head to keep me there. I was drowning in a jungle of juices and, with Nana's legs locked around the back of my head, I was going to stay that way.

I circled the outer ring, toying with the idea of sliding inside as I teetered on the edge of the pit.

Nana groaned in frustration and bucked her hips to force me to give her what she wanted. Her pussy was seizing restlessly, trying to entice me inside. After a few minutes, I politely obliged.

I pushed my way through the soggy trench tongue-first, driving through the swamp of slippery juices that collected like condensation on my nose and cheeks.

I sunk my tongue into her until I could not go any further, and she squeezed around it to express her gratitude. Her rhythmic convulsions were a steady heartbeat, lulling me into a hypnotic trance. It was strangely meditative. I lost track of how many minutes I spent with my tongue wiggling around the sweltering depths of her plush, pink pocket.

I fought against my body as it cried frantically for oxygen, to say nothing of the muscles in my jaw going numb. I didn't want to waste a second taking a breath if it meant interrupting Nana's carousel of pleasure, but fate had other plans.

Three sharp, menacing knocks against the door brought both of us back to reality. Within the realm of our daydream, we'd forgotten that it was still early enough in the day that visitors felt comfortable coming by.

Nana clamped her legs around my skull so hard that it almost knocked me out. "Who the

hell

is that?"

By the time I regained my composure, she had already run off to her bedroom, likely in search of pants. She had said something else before she'd disappeared out of the room, but I hadn't quite caught it.

"I said answer it, Jamie!" She rushed back into the kitchen with one leg in a pair of shorts, jumping like a fool to try and get the other one on before she answered the door. Her face was completely flushed, and her breathing was too rapid to be explained by an intense knitting session. "You didn't hear me?"

"Er, I guess not? Sorry, Nana. Let me get it! You're still..."

Nana raised an eyebrow at me and let go of her pants to take a very authoritative position with her arms folded over each other. She hadn't put underwear on, and without the second leg to help keep her pants in place, they fell lamely onto the floor.

She commanded an answer, which is hard to do when one is bottomless with beads of honey still glistening in their pussy hair. "Go ahead. I'm still

what

?"

I should have been intimidated, but I could not bring myself to feel anything other than intense lust for the woman standing half-naked in front of me. Her pussy was so wet that I could see the juices in her thick, matted fur from where I was standing. The visual of her trying to look menacing was undeniably sexy, and I cursed at the stranger for tearing me away from her.

"Still... still, uh..." I gawked like an idiot, but the words would not come to me.

Nana widened her eyes and made a "hurry up" motion with her hands. She noticed me staring between her legs and looked down to meet my gaze, throwing her hand in the air when she realized why I was locked in stasis.

"Right, silly me," she sighed with a proud smile.

Even in her frustration, she was unable to hide her glee at being gazed at with such fervent desire. "You can't focus on anything but Nana's pussy. Is that right, sugar?"

I nodded. "You're the one waving her in my face!"

Nana dragged her middle finger through her pussy. Her lush lips swallowed the digit, completely eclipsing it behind a veil of swollen meat.

When she pulled it out, it was covered with nectar. She stepped towards me and put the finger on my lips like she was shushing me. I humbly accepted the syrupy finger into my mouth.

"Fine.

You

stay here and think about how good Nana tastes." She winked at me and kissed my cheek. "I'll go see who this intruder is, and why they found it fitting to stop you

just

as I was about to cum."

My eyes ballooned. "You were? Really?"

Nana chuckled and pointed to her pants, still crumpled around her feet on the floor. "Can you pull them up, please?"

I knelt down and opened the leg hole so Nana could step into it. I pulled the fabric over her thighs and curvaceous ass, regretfully hiding her most alluring pieces from view. Her ass bounced around as she took off to greet the surprise visitor, and I watched it dance the whole way.

Nana slammed the door with a disgruntled wail. "Not only do they ignore the sign," she complained as she strolled back into the kitchen, "but they show up

right

as I'm about to cum to ask me if I've heard the Good Word? Seriously?"