Pas: Taing Care of Nana

Sunday, October 18th, 2021

Zoe had just turned down the street to her grandmother's house. "Yes," she said, talking to her boyfriend, Zach. "It is for the whole week. My brother and I set this up last weekend. One of us stays and takes care of my grandma while the other gets the week off."

"Did she fall or something?" Zach asked.

"No. I'm not exactly sure what's wrong," Zoe admitted. "She caught some kind of disease or something and is recovering from that."

"Do you have to give her shots or anything?"

"No... it's more just making sure she eats and everything. I guess this disease makes her not hungry or something," she said.

"Ok, ok... does this mean you're at the apartment next week then... all alone?" Zach asked, telling Zoe just what he was thinking.

"That's right," Zoe teased. "All alone... nothing to stop some big, strong man from breaking in and ravaging me. It'd be a whole week before someone came to rescue me." She giggled.

"Hmmm... I'll keep that in mind."

"Well, my dear, I gotta go. I'm here," she said.

"Ok. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Zoe unlocked the front door of her grandmother's house and hauled her luggage and backpack through it, just before 10pm. The air was cool outside, the leaves starting to change as fall weather was starting. It was going to be Halloween in just two weeks. She'd already planned ahead and bought some candy to set in a bowl outside her apartment door. With the pandemic, Halloween trick-or-treating was definitely different.

The past week had been incredible. With Evan gone, her boyfriend had almost spent the entire week with her, defying the government's desires. It was one of the best weeks in her entire life. This week-on, week-off thing was probably going to be pretty awesome.

She set her suitcase and backpack down in the living room. The room was dark and the house was quiet, but the kitchen light was on. She tossed her jacket onto the back of the couch and walked into the light.

Evan was sitting at the kitchen table, his elbows resting on top of the table, his head in his hands.

"Evan? You ok?" she asked.

"Yeah... um... yeah," he said, looking up at her. He looked tired and... defeated. He looked like he'd been crying.

"Where's Nana?"

"She's in the bedroom, sleeping," he said. He even sounded tired and sad.

She was afraid to ask, but had to. "How did the week go?"

Evan looked at her, as if thinking about what to say. He knew he couldn't really tell her what happened. He couldn't tell her how many times he was forced to fuck his own grandmother. He couldn't tell her how many times he had to make her cum. He didn't even really want to think about it.

"Um... different than I expected," he said. Then he pushed his chair back. "I, um... I gotta go. Cadence is expecting me."

"Wait!" Zoe said, walking behind him as he went into the living room and started putting on his coat. "Anything I need to know? Anything happen?"

Evan shook his head. What could he tell her? Would she even believe him? "Good night," he simply said. He picked up his suitcase and computer bag and opened the front door to walk out to his car.

"Good night," Zoe replied. He was acting so strange. Was it that hard to make sure Nana is fed, drinks, and bathes? This was just a little babysitting job, really. She rationalized that he'd never babysat anyone before, so maybe taking care of someone else like this was all just new to him. At least she wouldn't have to keep her Nana entertained constantly.

She moved her suitcase, setting it on the recliner, before looking at the couch for her sleeping conditions. It was a little strange... or maybe just unexpected. But there was no pillow, or sheet, or blanket on the couch. She wondered where Evan had slept.

She walked over and slowly, quietly opened the door to her grandmother's bedroom. There was a small lamp on the side of the bed turned on, giving the room some light, which showed that Nana appeared to be sleeping. She walked in and grabbed one of the spare pillows and blanket from the bed, then left, keeping the door slightly open.

She tossed the blanket and pillow on the couch, then went to her suitcase to grab her pajamas. The windows had the curtains pulled, so she changed into her pajamas right in the living room. The light from the kitchen kept the living room lit well enough, so she arranged the blanket on the couch and slid under it.

It wasn't the most comfortable of couches, but she was asleep soon enough.

*****

She didn't know what time it was, but she was suddenly wakened by a kiss on her forehead. Surprised, she opened her eyes to see Nana... naked... kneeling beside the couch, panting.

"Zoe?" Nana whispered. "Are you awake?"

"Nana?" Zoe said, still shocked from being awakened from a deep sleep. "Yeah, I'm awake. What time is it?" She looked around, but there were no clocks to be seen in the dimly lit room.

"I don't... I don't know," Nana panted. "It's still dark out."

"Where... where are your clothes?" Zoe asked, seeing her grandma naked for the first time. Her breasts were large, D-cups, sagging and swaying a little as the older woman moved. "Is there anything... anything wrong?"

"No," Nana panted, feeling the tingling and burning between her legs, the tingling in her nipples. "I mean... not wrong. Just... I need your help."

"My help?" Zoe asked, confused.

"I'm... um... I'm having another... episode."

"Ok... ok," Zoe nodded, not sure exactly what that meant. "What can I do to help?"

Nana licked her lips. She looked so desperate and needy. "Can you... touch me?"

Her question completely confused Zoe. She didn't understand what was going on at all. "Touch you? What do you mean?"

Nana suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled, putting Zoe's hand to her pussy and started grinding against it.

Zoe had never touched another woman like that before but Nana's heat and wetness was far, far different than what her own pussy felt like. "What are you... doing?" She tried to pull her hand back, but Nana's grip was too firm.

Nana bent down and kissed her on the lips, forcefully, almost suffocating Zoe with her advances. "I need this... I really need this."

In their struggling, Zoe trying to pull her hand away and Nana trying to keep it there and grind against it, Zoe was pulled off the couch and onto the living room floor. Nana kissed her again, firmly holding her head with her free hand.

Zoe put her hands on Nana's shoulders, trying to push her off, trying to fight against her advances. But the older woman was just too strong.

"Don't fight it... Zoe," she said between kisses. "It's what I need." Nana slid her tongue into Zoe's mouth, startling the young woman, and kicked a leg over her so that she sat on Zoe's stomach. "Mmhmm."

"Nana! No!" Zoe protested between kisses, turning her head away to avoid them as much as she could, but Nana was insistent. "I don't want this."

"But I need it," Nana moaned, "really... really bad. Can't you feel how wet I am?"

"But... but Nana..." Zoe complained. Why was her grandma doing this?

"Just... just do this... just once," Nana said.

"But... this wasn't..."

"It'll be ok... you'll see," Nana said sitting up. Then, with a fire in her eyes, she crawled forward and quickly pressed her soaked and swollen pussy against Zoe's mouth.

Zoe tried to turn her head away, but that only made Nana pull her thighs together, trapping her head in one position. "This works better if you use your mouth," Nana panted, grabbing Zoe's head and pulling it into her pussy even harder. "It'll go much, much faster. I'm so close."

Zoe felt so trapped, unable to move away, unable to stop what Nana was doing to her. All she could do would be to give in and hope it was over as fast as Nana said.

"Oh... that's just what Nana needs," Nana moaned as she felt Zoe's tongue slide through her lips and press against her clit. Wanting to get her off quickly, Zoe rapidly flicked her tongue over her clit. "Oh... that's it. At least you know where my fucking clit is. Right there. Just like that. Mmhmm. Yes."

Zoe could just barely see Nana's tits swaying above her, just barely see her face looking down at her, as Nana ground her pussy into her face, fucking her mouth.

"Yes... that's it," she moaned. "Get that mouth in action. That's it. I know you can do better than that. You're supposed to be helping me. Get your mouth in there."

Zoe licked and sucked as best she could, grabbing Nana's ass with her hands, trying to calm her grinding hips. She prayed that Nana didn't press down so hard she broke her nose... or smothered her into unconsciousness.

"Does Nana's pussy taste good?" Nana asked rhetorically. "Oh fuck... Now you're giving me exactly what I need. That's it. Fuck yeah!" She was groaning and panting, her hips moving all over Zoe's mouth and face.

She reached back and slid her hand over Zoe's pussy, over her pajama bottoms, but it didn't last long. It was too distracting from her own pleasure. Her hands then pounded on the couch, her pleasure building to such heights.

"Uh huh... right there... that's good," Nana panted, almost screaming. "That's how you do it. Oh! Yes, yes, yes!"

Whether Zoe wanted to do anything or not... whether she wanted to please her or not... it didn't make a difference. Nana was going to get her orgasm from her.

"That's it... fucking make me cum," she yelled. "Uh huh... That's it... hold that tongue out. Hold that fucking tongue out."

Nana was grinding into her face like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco, intent on getting that orgasm no matter what.

"Oh! Put your tongue in deep!" Nana yelled, grabbing and squeezing her own breasts hard. "Right there! Right there! Ahhhhhhh!"

And suddenly she came, flooding Zoe's mouth and covering her face with her juices. Even the carpet under her head was getting extremely wet. Nana's body was shaking erratically, her muscles tightening, threatening to make her fall. Then she suddenly relaxed.

Nana kicked her leg off of Zoe and backed away from her granddaughter, feeling extremely embarrassed. "I'm... I'm sorry," she whispered. "I don't know what comes over me. It just gets to be so unbearable if I wait too long."

Zoe looked at her, a mix of anger, sadness, and confusion all over her face. She stood, unable to look at or talk to her grandmother, and quickly walked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw just how wet and messed up her face and hair was. Disgusted, she started the water and washed her face.

When she finally got out of the bathroom, Nana was gone, back in her bedroom, appearing to be asleep again. Zoe looked at the clock. 4am.

*****

Thursday, April 21st, 2022

Zoe sat at the dining room table in her grandmother's house, her laptop computer opened as she listened to one of her class lectures. A spiral notepad and the novel she was reading for class 'Nineteen Eighty Four' sat beside her so she could take some notes. She never did like remote classes and luckily they were starting to wind down as more schools pledged to open back up for in-person learning in the fall.

"And the writing of 'Nineteen Eighty Four' by Mr. Orwell," the professor said, "comes on the heels of his wife dying in the hospital in 1945 and his book 'Animal Farm' being published in August of that same year in Britain and the following August in the United States. Now..."

"Zoe?" her Nana said, coming into the dining room from the living room where she was watching some comedy on the TV.

"Yeah, Nana," Zoe said.

"It's... um... happening again," Nana said, sounding apologetic. Even though she and her two grandchildren had been doing this for six months now, it still embarrassed them all. Nana tried and tried to delay coming to them. She tried to masturbate with her fingers... with toys... with anything she could find. But nothing ever satisfied her, nothing was able to keep the cravings away as long as a human touch. "I'm um... I hate interrupt your class."

"When did the cravings start?" Zoe asked. She was trying to find some kind of pattern to the cravings, logging when they started and what was done to stop them. So far, there wasn't much of a pattern. But she had to try. The doctors still had no idea what to do for her.

"I don't know. About... um... maybe thirty minutes ago," Nana said, panting.

Zoe looked at the clock on the computer and noted the time on the sheet of paper. "Were you...?"

Nana nodded. "Yes... with just my... my fingers. You know. Could you... um... touch me?"

Zoe always felt uneasy when the episodes hit. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to have any kind of sex with her grandma. But the longer she prolonged it, the longer she denied and waited, the more desperate her grandmother became. And the more desperate she became, the more aggressive she became.

Zoe chided herself for not noticing, for not catching this when it started. "You have to let me know sooner, Nana," she said. "You know it's easier to deal with then."

"I know... I just... hate this," Nana apologized. "I hate that you have to..."

"I know. I know," Zoe reassured her. She turned her chair and Nana moved in front of her, spreading her legs slightly. She was wearing a sundress, obviously with nothing on underneath. The sight of Nana's juices dripping down her legs and her scent filling the air repulsed Zoe a little, but she was getting used to it. It had been six months now. She was getting used to a lot.

She swallowed hard as she slid her hand up the inside of Nana's thigh, collecting her juices along the way. When she reached the top, she could feel Nana's swollen labia. The dress hid it from view, but from previous episodes she knew exactly what it looked like.

Nana's body shook from her touch and she closed her eyes as Zoe slid the back of her finger along Nana's slit. "Oh God," Nana whispered. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, teasing her nipples roughly.

Zoe turned her hand over and slid two fingers between her labia, sliding along her sensitive, soft, wet flesh and pushed them inside her. She pushed slowly, feeling Nana's pussy clench and squeeze them, wanting more and more.

Nana was panting above her, her body shaking with desire, as Zoe slid two of her fingers in and out of her wetness. "Oh fuck, that's good," she panted.

Zoe tried not to watch her, tried not to pay too much attention to what she was doing, in fact. She listened to her lecture as much as she could.

"Faster," Nana panted. "Please, a little faster."

Zoe sped up her fingering, trying to keep Nana happy, trying to get through this episode. Nana had pulled down one of the shoulder straps of her dress and pried her breast free. Her hand was squeezing it, pinching and pulling her nipples. When Zoe looked up again, Nana was looking down at her with a hungry look in her eyes.

"Please... grab my tits," Nana begged. Zoe reached up with her other hand and grabbed the large mound as Nana requested, looking away in embarrassment. "Yeah, like that. Squeeze it."

"Nana," she protested.

"Just... fucking squeeze it," Nana demanded. She started moving her hips to help out Zoe's moving fingers, but nothing seemed to be enough. "Pinch the nipple. Harder! That's it." Zoe pinched the swollen nub of flesh, pulling her nipple taut as Nana hissed and moaned above her. "That's it. Good."

Zoe found it more and more difficult to finger her grandma as the older woman moved closer and closer to her. Nana then lifted a leg, putting her foot on Zoe's chair, opening her legs even wider. Then she grabbed Zoe by the hair and pulled her face closer to her pussy.

"Nana!" she protested. "No."

Nana eased the pressure on her head for a moment, but, when she protested, Zoe had stopped fingering her. Feeling a sudden need, Nana pulled again, harder this time, forcing Zoe's face into her crotch. With her free hand, Nana lifted her dress out of the way and pulled Zoe's face into her bare wetness.

"Oh my God, Nana," Zoe protested, but she knew she had no choice but to lick her. Nana brought her other hand to hold Zoe's head, forcing the young woman's mouth against her. Zoe removed her fingers and began licking her, putting her hands on Nana's thighs to help alleviate the pressure Nana was exerting on her and to keep herself from falling forward.

"Put your fingers back," Nana panted. "God... please."

Zoe put two fingers back into her pussy as best she could, sliding them in and out even as she continued licking her clit.

"Oh fuck that's good," Nana moaned, as Zoe suddenly sucked on it. "Fuck... yes! Yes! Oh my fucking God!"

Nana's body shuddered as she came, her juices dripping down her legs and off Zoe's chin and hand. She took a step back. Her dress fell back in place and she replaced the shoulder strap.

"Oh, that was what I needed," Nana said. She leaned down and kissed her granddaughter deeply, her embarrassment not as strong any more. "Thank you Zoe." Zoe smiled up at her. "You know... if you want... I can... I can, you know... do things for you, too. I can imagine you get frustrated being here all the time."

Zoe just looked at her, a little stunned, but a little intrigued. Could she really have more of a sexual relationship with her grandmother? She was already half-way there... where she was always giving. Would it be easier if she were receiving, too?

"Or, maybe... maybe you can invite your boyfriend over sometimes... to... you know... help you out. I suggested the same thing to Evan last week."

"We'll see, Nana," Zoe said, seriously considering both options. "Go and watch your movie. I have to finish this lecture."

Zoe sat back in her chair and turned it towards her computer again, ready to finish the lecture. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, then grabbed a napkin fromn the table to finish the job.

"... popularized the term 'Orwellian' as an adjective," the professor continued, "with many terms used in the novel entering common usage to this day, including 'Big Brother', 'doublethink', 'Thought Police', 'thoughtcrime', 'Newspeak', and '2 + 2 = 5'."

*****

Sunday, January 29th, 2023

Evan was sleeping when he felt the first touch. He'd gotten used to sleeping with his grandmother, sleeping with her hugging him from behind, her warm, soft body crushed against him. As he woke, he could feel her fingertips stroking his chest, her mouth near his ear. He shivered hearing her light, excited panting.

Her fingers played over his chest, played in his chest hair, then circled around his nipples and pecs. She slowly moved lower and lower down his body, her fingers making circles over his abdomen and belly button.

Her touch was light and soothing and under other circumstances would lead him into a deeper sleep. But now, he knew exactly what was going on. He knew she wasn't trying to sooth him, but excite him. And it was working.

She kissed his ear as her hand moved even lower and he felt it slide under his erection to play in his pubic hair. After all this time, he'd learned to sleep naked. His grandma had ruined a lot of his underwear and pajama bottoms urgently trying to get them off in her episodic frenzy.

Her hand, although not deliberately, teased his cock, making it even harder as she slid beneath it. Slowly, her hand moved so that her fingers curled around it, and she stroked him, lightly and slowly.

"Yesss," she whispered, feeling just how hard he already was for her. He couldn't help it. His body was just responding. It was a natural human response, he reasoned. "God you're so hard." Slowly her hand slid up and down his shaft and Evan felt himself getting so turned on.

He turned to his back as she continued her stroking and pushed the blanket off. In the dim light, he watched her hand, watched the head poking out as her hand moved over it again and again. Their eyes met and she smiled.