Chapter two of a short story. The disastrous morning after.
As always the characters are over eighteen and please no comments about editing unless you are offering to help.
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"Morning Nanna." As she entered the kitchen, "I hope you didn't mind me making some toast and tea?"
She looked at the clock, "8am. Morning my dear are you always up this early," she limped towards me to ruffle my messy hair. "How did you sleep?
"Well I'm not sure really, I think I had a strange dream."
"Oh what about?"
"Well it's a bit, well...let's say embarrassing."
"Anything to do with this?"
I watched in awe as my lovely Nanna put her hand inside her robe and pulled it out covered with something sticky then dabbed it on my nose.
I went bright red, "Ah it wasn't a dream then?"
"If it was I'd love to know what this is."
"Oh my god Nanna, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"I shouldn't have done that to you Nanna."
"I think it was me doing the doing dear, well at the beginning anyway. I've never had four orgasm's in a day before and I had four in a few minutes, damm this hip, I could see us having lots more fun otherwise."
"But...
"No buts, or not in my butt for that matter and no regrets either dear. If you are OK with it I'd love to go again but only if you're happy to make love to an old lady."
"I'm not a bum man Nanna..."
"That's good, Paps liked doing my butt, oo way back, I had all sorts of problems with bleeding and haemorrhoids."
"Whoa Nanna this is too much, I had one girl who liked it up her bum and I tried it once. Yeah it was tight and a turn on but when I pulled out I was covered in pooh, I wanted to throw up with the smell and the mess. It put me right off anal forever, my one and only was not lovely."
"Good job you're a boob man then."
"Oh yes Nanna that I am and with boobs like yours I can't wait." I held both of her hands, "This is surreal Nanna, I can't believe I'm here talking to you about what sex we will or will not be having. Can I get you some breakfast?"
"Cup of tea would be nice, I never eat before I'm dressed and today I'm hoping that might be later than normal."
"Why's that?"
"Well dear, this wants to play again," Nanna opened her robe and placed her hand over her pussy, "and I reckon this," she gave the soft bulge in my jeans an unceremonious prod with her forefinger, "will be ready for action as soon as I do this. But first, tea."
Nanna opened her robe, flasher mac style, and flapped it a couple of times. As predicted my soft bulge started becoming a hard bulge.
I left my seat to make Nanna tea and she promptly filled it, "How do you take your tea Nanna?"
"Not strong and a little milk, just stir it for a few seconds then remove the bag."
I followed the instructions, added some milk then offered it, "How's that?"
"A drop more milk please ... that's lovely dear."
"Did I take your seat?
"No I don't have a favourite, it really depends where the sun is but today" she giggled "some nice young man warmed this one up for me."
I replaced the milk in the Frigidaire, put my hand in my jeans to adjust my uncomfortable erection and took the seat opposite.
"Wow Nanna where did you get those nipples from, they are huge."
"Your Paps has been sucking on them for fifty-three years, I reckon that was the only reason we had six children."
"How do you mean?"
"He loved to feed from me."
"With breasts like those I don't blame him."
"He kept the milk going for thirty years."
"What? Wow, thirty?"
"Only stopped because he went on one of his 'reunions' for six weeks and I dried up."
"I don't know much about that sort of thing I'm afraid. But they must be an inch and a half long."
"You suck on them and see what happens."
Well never one to be afraid of doing what I'm told I left my seat, walked around the table, knelt on the floor and took the nearest nipple in my mouth and gently sucked. I felt it stiffen and seemed to get shorter.
"No not like that Dear, really suck."
A hand pushed against the back of my head in encouragement and I started sucking harder, I felt my mouth filling.
"That's it dear, harder... much harder."
A second hand pulled on the back of my head and my mouth was crushed against the white flesh of my Nannas breast.
"That's better, harder, it won't come off."
I was turned on and I guessed Nanna was in an equal state, my fingers probing her pussy found it to be well lubricated and the first touch of her clit made her jump. Her legs parted allowing me to move around a bit more down there and if the noises she was making are anything to go by she was enjoying my fiddling. She really was enjoying it and like the previous evening she went very stiff and shuddered, Nanna moved her hands on my head and basically forced my nose into her breast effectively suffocating me. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever and my struggles to escape only stopped when I passed out and collapsed on the floor, unfortunately Nanna was still holding me tight and followed me down. The sound of her femur snapping, which I didn't hear, was only usurped by the sound of her loud scream, the tail end of which I was aware of as I regained conscientiousness.
As I came round I could see the very wrong position of her left leg and found the phone to call for assistance, the ambulance was there in no time and they soon pumped her full of morphine to stop her wailing.
Nanna had broken the ball end off her femur, which I was assured by the hospitals nursing staff is a relatively common break for women this age. Luckily I managed to explain the pain she had been suffering and her orthopaedic surgeons hospital notes from another hospital were called for. 4pm I was sitting beside her hospital bed when she woke, Nanna was uncannily calm and subdued. I held her hand
"Hello Nanna, how do you feel?"
"George?"