My entire body was on fire. There was not a cloud in the sky to stop the sun from liberally basting me with hot, yellow light, leaving my skin to sizzle like it was begging for someone to cook bacon on it.
The pool called my name like a broken record, promising to soothe the scorching skin that threatened to dissolve under such unforgiving heat. I was stuck to the lounge chair I was sprawled upon; the skin on my back had fused with the bindings that formed the backrest of the chair, rooting me in place.
A highly trained, yet uncoordinated orchestra of songbirds argued overhead, vying for their respective solos. Their melodic tweeting made for a delightful tune over the somber bellow of crisp, cool wind blowing through the leaves.
I would have been lulled to sleep were it not for the click-clack of cork bottomed heels against the cement pathway leading to the pool.
From below my tinted sunglasses, pressed tight to my face to block any stray beams of blinding sunlight, I spotted Nana, as naked and beautiful as ever, emerging from the house.
The songbirds turned into angels, and their trumpets announced her arrival. They also lent her their radiance, though she wore it better than they ever had.
A wildfire of white light enrobed her body, its flaming tendrils performing a chaotic dance. Their movements tended to obscure her most intimate parts as often as it revealed them, never leaving her uncovered long enough for me to admire her.
"mISsmE?" Nana's voice was distorted; it warbled like it was coming through a faulty speaker. She slid into the lounge chair next to me so her radiant aura cocooned us both.
I tried desperately to peer through the pale flame caressing every inch of her body. I could only catch brief glances of her exposed skin before it was once again hidden behind a curtain of flame.
I tried to speak, but could not hear a word I was saying. I was not sure if I was speaking at all. I tried to ask where we were, but my voice was nowhere to be found.
Nana understood me somehow. "yOUrEhOMe. hOwDoyOUfEEl?"
Happy
.
Happy.
Happy...
"Habbie," I grumbled into the pillow as my eyelids creaked open. They snapped to attention, pulling me kicking and screaming from my beautiful dream.
The birds were still singing outside, but instead of a naked woman in my arms, I awoke to a pillow with the stuffing squeezed out of it.
"Jeez, man. You have got to stop talking in your sleep." I remembered that the room was empty. "And maybe stop talking to yourself, while you're at it."
My phone, was hauntingly devoid of notifications -- no calls from my parents, no texts from classmates, and no braggadocios Instagram posts. It felt like the outside world -- the "real" world -- had finally agreed to leave me alone.
A large part of me wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed. The night before had left me with a hangover of leaden limbs that I dreaded having to drag around.
Had it not been for the aroma of rich, buttery pancakes wafting from the kitchen, I surely would have fallen back asleep. Their sugary scent lured me from my room, guiding me through my groggy, post-sleep haze.
Nana's baby blue lingerie lay at my feet in a crumpled ball, leaving my imagination to run wild with the possibilities of what outfit she might be wearing.
I floated down the hallway, following the scent of syrup until I stumbled upon something sweeter than pancakes: Nana's bare bottom, with nothing but a flimsy, green apron to cover her front. She was standing at the stove with her back to me, leaving her entire backside exposed for me to fawn over.
Nana furiously stirred the bowl of pancake mix in her arms. Her body was rocking back and forth, with her plump ass cheeks shamelessly advertising the strength of that momentum. The mountains of moulded jelly jiggled as though they wanted to hypnotize me, drawing me further into the kitchen with their alluring dance.
The floor creaked under my foot, alerting her to my presence. "I was wondering when the smell would wake you up," she teased, elbow-deep in batter for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. "How did you sleep?"
"I had a really, really nice dream." I sighed, reminiscing over the memory. I closed the remaining space between us and wrapped Nana in my arms. I rested my chin on her shoulder and kissed her skin, soft as silk against my lips.
Nana shuffled her feet. "About what?" She tilted her head towards me and kissed my temple.
"Who else?" I nibbled her with my teeth. "I can't stop thinking about you, even when I'm asleep!"
"Somebody is addiiiiicteeeeed," Nana sung angelically. Her voice was never less than music to my ears.
"Oh, I
know
I'm addicted. I have you half naked in front of me, but all I can think about is how badly I want to see your boobs."
No matter what state of undress Nana was in, I always wanted more of her. Sure, she looked amazing in her apron, but I wanted to rip if off of her with my teeth and take her right there on the counter.
"Gosh, Bunny. If only there were some magic words your grandmother taught you when you were younger." Nana refused to deny her penchant for teasing.
"Please, Nana. Can I please see your boobs?" I was happy to play along, especially if it got me what I wanted. I expected some resistance after we'd almost been caught in the act yesterday, but her courage had only grown since then.
Nana spun on her heels and tucked her elbows to the sides of her chest. Her forearms pushed her cleavage together so it swelled under the thin, loose-fitting apron. She batted her eyes and said, in the sweetest voice she could muster, "Untie me, sugar."
I pinched the bow behind her neck and pulled the strings, freeing her breasts from their cotton cage. As though I'd opened a floodgate, her enormous udders crashed down like a waterfall.
I didn't even have to lower the apron; the weight of her boobs falling forward threw it from her chest and left them totally exposed. They bounced against each other a few times until their stored-up energy was all spent.
I knew that even if I were to see Nana's boobs a thousand more times, I would still be taken aback by the sheer size of them. Even at rest they were simply magnificent, drawing from me a smile so giddy that Nana could not help but laugh at my childlike wonder.
"So much for the neighbours seeing, I guess," I said.
"You don't seem to care
who
sees these things right now, Bunny. As long as
you
get to, right?" She knew she was right -- we both did -- but that was not going to stop her from having a bit of fun. "But you're right. We can't have someone peeping through the window and seeing these things bouncing about!"
"Wait, no I didn't--"
"No!" she announced dramatically. "You are absolutely right. This is a terribly indecent outfit to have on in front of my grandson."
Nana straightened her back to create some space between us. I chastised myself, thinking I had talked myself out of a topless breakfast, but she quickly dropped the act.
"Just kidding, Bunny," she cooed. "Here, watch this."
With every ounce of my attention trained on her, she patiently stretched out her hand and grabbed a can of whipped cream from the counter. The seconds ticked by a minute at a time, but I would've been rapt for an eon.
I watched with butterflies in my stomach as she tucked her forearm under her breasts. She jostled them until they flopped over and blanketed her forearm, shielding it from view with nothing but her hand exposed. With a literal armful of breast meat pinning her arm to her chest, Nana used the other to shake the whipped cream can.
