Wife Nan Mum

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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"You haven't seen your nan for ages," Gerry, my wife, said as we sat at the table after tea.

"No, well she went to Lithuania for that holiday a few months ago, and has pretty much kept herself to herself ever since. I have talked to her on the phone every week, as you know, but she hasn't seemed to want to go out, or see anyone or anything."

"Well, that is not healthy. You need to go and see her."

"Okay, you're right, I will ring her and tell her I am coming over. I will go tomorrow morning."

"Good. Now then it is about time we had an early night. You go and shower first and I will load the dishwasher and I will be up."

My heart leapt, she was right, we hadn't had sex in nearly a week, a long time for us. No reason, we had just sort of gone to bed at different times as we had been tired at different times. Just one of those weeks.

I stripped off in the bedroom, underpants in the laundry, polo would do another day and into the ensuite. I turned the shower on, gave it a minute to stabilise and then stepped under, gosh the water was warm. I stepped out of the flow and ran gel over myself and then lathered it with the scrunchy. Back under the water I let it flow and rinse away the suds. Oh, that felt good. I stepped out of the shower and stood and dripped for a while before drying myself with the towel. Back in the bedroom I pulled the quilt back and lay on the bed, playing a little with my dick to coax it into full readiness.

Gerry came up and stripped, I never would tire of seeing Gerry naked, or even in lingerie. She is frankly stunning. She is a size 12, her hair is blond, shoulder length and she often, like today, wore it in a high ponytail, and I loved how her pony swung as she moved. Her boobs are a D, not even slightly showing the effects of gravity, nipples protrude around half an inch, her areola are small and discrete. Her waist is smaller than her hips, and her buttocks round with no orange peel. A small lady tummy bulge just below her navel, and her crease starts with a dimple and goes down underneath. Her outer fanny lips are fat and hide her inner lips, only her clit just peeks out. All in all an extremely tasty body, and it encourages me to keep myself in trim, I don't want her to have reason to let her eyes roam.

As she went into the ensuite I watched her bum move, it was as if it were chewing toffee, I got even harder. She was in there about five minutes before she came out, all dry and ready. She climbed on the bed, dipped forward and sucked my hard dick into her mouth. She moved her mouth up and down, orally shagging me, her hair, now loose, falling and splaying across my stomach, tickling as she moved. She had no mind blowing technique, but I didn't care about that, she was my wife, not a porn star.

She pulled back, my dick leaving her mouth with a pop, she came up the bed and kissed me, "I hope that you can taste yourself," she said between kisses. She moved her hips and my dick slid into her valley, she reached down, grabbed my dick and guided me into her hot and wet fanny. What a glorious sensation, one that no man can dispute, as I slipped deeper inside her, her fanny muscles constricted and clamped around my dick, squeezing, holding, my foreskin bunching up below my dickhead.

As I bottomed out inside her, she sat up, my dick fully buried, her eyes sparkling and mouth smiling. "Oh yes baby," she sighed as she started rocking back and forth, my dick sliding within her, my foreskin unrolling and re-rolling, the sensations on my glans were just incredible, almost orgasmic with every movement. I was gasping, my breath going in but not coming out. It had been a while for us and this one wouldn't last long.

Gerry was panting too and she put a hand down and touched her clitoris, and that released her floodgates, her fanny clamped hard on my dick, squeezing and squeezing. She pressed down hard on my groin with her hips and her fingers scrunched into the bed mattress.

"Oh fuck," she gasped as her orgasm released and at that moment my dick erupted, spraying her fanny with spurt after spurt of my seed. She gasped once more and then collapsed down to lay across me, her nipples boring into my chest as her body released her tensions.

"I love you," she said as she rolled of me, "but you have the wet patch tonight."

In the morning after I had showered and had breakfast I sent a text to nan telling her I was on the way and to put the kettle on. She lives about a fifteen minutes drive away, or half an hour on two buses, or about an hour's walk. I drive. I pulled onto her drive and opened the front door.

"Only me nan," I called.

"I'll be down in a minute," she replied from upstairs. I went into the kitchen and checked the kettle, it was cold, oh well, I guess she doesn't check her messages. I filled the kettle about half way and turned it on to heat. I heard nan coming down stairs, the soft pad of her feet on her steps. She came into the kitchen and hugged me, tightly, careful nan, looks like you are only wearing a robe.

"Hello Graeme," she said as she stepped back, "how are you?"

"I am fine nan, but more to the point, how are you?"

"Oh I am fantastic Graeme, absolutely fantastic."

"Oh good, you holiday in Lithuania helped then?"

"Oh yes, unbelievable. I was a little unsure, and it took me a few weeks to get over it, but my goodness it was worth it."

"What? What happened then, I thought you just went for a holiday, even though I thought Lithuania strange place to go, I would have thought the Canaries would have been better."

"No Graeme, they don't do what I wanted in the Canaries, I went for a mummy make over."

"A what nan?"

"A mummy make over. They tighten up and lift and sort out a ladies body."

"They do what nan? I don't understand."

"They lifted my boobs away from my navel, they got rid of my saggy tummy and lifted things that had disappeared underneath back up front."

"They did what? Plastic surgery, are you telling me you had plastic surgery?"

"Yes."

"My god."

"Why are you so surprised?"

"I don't know really, I suppose I didn't think of my nan having surgery."

"Well I did and the results are so much better, so very much better than I expected. Your grandad has been gone over three years, it was time I thought about myself."

"Good for you nan, are you going dating?"

"I may, but if I do and things progress upstairs, I want to look good, no saggy tits and my fanny hidden from view."

"Er okay nan."

"Do you want to see?"

"What?"

"Would you like to see the results of the surgeon's work. Obviously I have a before as photo on my phone if you want to see that first."

"I don't think I need to see the before Nan." This was utterly surreal and I have no idea how I am going to explain this to Gerry, or even if I should.

"Let's go upstairs, I don't want to undress in my kitchen." She turned and headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, I followed like a dutiful little puppy.

In her bedroom Nan undid the belt of her robe and opened it and let it fall to the floor, standing stark naked in front of me. I was flabbergasted. She honestly looked more like a thirty year old than a sixty odd year old. Her boobs were at the top of her chest, now probably a C cup, no droop, no dangle. Below her stomach looked flat, her navel exactly where you would expect to see it, and below, the crease of her sex came up. There were no scars that I could see, the surgeon had done an incredible job.

"Wow nan," I said.

"Touch them, touch my boobs, tell me, are they realistic."

I stepped forward and hesitantly lifted a hand to he left boob, feeling it, my hand cupping it, my finger and thumb automatically went around her nipple. Nan looked at me in the yes, a definite twinkle showing.

"Touch me down there, they not only moved it back up but tightened it, inside. Touch it, tell me what you feel."

Jesus Christ, my nan wanted me to also touch her fanny. I let go of her boob and dropped my hand to her crease, sliding my finger between her lips, along her valley. Nan gasped when I rubbed against her clitoris.

"Wait," she said, "let me get on the bed.

Nan lay on the bed, her legs apart. "Now, come and touch me properly."

I knelt on the bed and again I slid my finger up and down her crease, I even circled her entrance.

"Properly," she said, "inside."

Oh my God. I pressed a finger at her entrance and pushed in, past her entrance and inside her. This was no loose fanny, it was nice and tight, tighter even than Gerry.

"Get your clothes of and do it properly, inside me."

Oh my God. I got off the bed, pulled my polo over my head and then pushed my trousers and underpants down.

"Nice looking dick, and I am glad that you got hard looking at me, now, you know what to do."

At that moment I thought 'fuck it' and 'in for a penny.' I leant forward and ran my nose along the crease of her sex, pressing it against her clitoris, I loved the sound of her gasp. I slipped my hand under her chin, and as I pressed two fingers at her opening I began to lick her clitoris. She was gasping and making ooh sounds as I fingered and licked my nan in her bed, my fingers fully inside her tight fanny.

I moved my fingers apart and then together again, and then made come here shape with my fingers, curling them up inside, her, surprisingly tight her fanny. I started to finger shag her as I licked her clitoris, dabbing lightly, sucking it and nibbling it gently.

Nan's fanny tightened around my fingers and she gasped and then held my head.

"Enough, now fuck me."

I moved up and using my hand I positioned my dick at her entrance and pushed, hard and unceasingly until my balls were resting below her fanny.

"Oh fuck, yes," nan said. "Yes, how does it feel?"

"Like a young woman's fanny nan, just like Gerry's, in fact, tighter than Gerry's."

"You have taken my new virginity, now, make good use if it Graeme."

I began to move back and forth, sliding my dick inside her. She didn't flex her fanny walls the way that Gerry did, but she did have a real grip, her fanny really squeezing me. As I pushed in, her fanny squeezed my dick and pushed my foreskin back, leaving it furled beneath my glans. It was like one of those really hard tight wanks that you have, you know when you squeeze your hand tight on your dick. Only better.

Nan was gasping loudly, as my belly slapped against hers she let out a gasp, sometimes a groan, the sound of sex echoing around my nan's bedroom, a sound I certainly did not expect to have been co-creator of. Her hands were around my back, her nails digging into my shoulders, her nipples hard against my chest as she gasped. I felt the familiar twinge deep inside, I knew my moment was close.

"Nan," I gasped, "I'm going to come,"

"Good," she gasped as her fingers dug in more. My moment arrived, almost unexpectedly, just the inner twinge and then my dick erupted in nan's brand new fanny, flooding her with my seed as I pressed and held my dick inside her, draining my balls.

I sighed and pulled back, my softening dick flopping from her sodden fanny. I rolled to the side and lay on my back.

"So," nan said, "a good fanny, everything as it should be?"

"Hell yeah nan, fantastic fanny, fantastic."

Nan put her robe on and went down to put the kettle on, I dived into nan's shower, I didn't want to go home smelling of sex. I sat with nan in her lounge and we drank tea and discussed her operation. She said she had been very bruised and it took a few weeks for the bruising and swelling to go away. When she looked in the mirror she felt fantastic and really pleased with the money spent.

I told her she looked bloody marvellous and she should have no difficulty finding a new man. She said she didn't want a new man, she wanted loads of men, time to catch up with lost encounters. Whilst I was chatting to nan I got a text from mum. I ignored it, I decided to chat to her when I left nan's.

In the car, I put the phone on hands free and called mum.

"How's your nan?" She asked as I was pulling off nan's drive.

"She's fine, I am just leaving her now."

"Pop in for a tea and tell me all about it."

Crumbs, she could have just phoned her mum herself. "Okay mum, I 'll be a few minutes."

It wasn't far from nan's house to mum and dad's house and it only took me a few minutes and I was pulling onto her drive and then walking through her front door.

"Hello mum," I said giving her a hug and a squeeze.

"Hello sweetheart," mum answered, squeezing back. How was nan?"

"She was fine, I would say the best she has been for ages."

"Oh good, her holiday did her good then."

"Well, it wasn't exactly a holiday as it turns out."

"Oh, what was it then?"

"It turns out she went for some plastic surgery."

"She did what? Why?"

"I don't know why mum, but she had what she called a 'mummy make over'."

"A what? What's that when it's at home?"

"Well, er, she would probably be better explaining it to you herself."

"If she explained it to you, then you can explain it to me."

Oh goodness, I haven't really ever had intimate conversations with mum, I am not entirely sure what words to use.

"Well mum, she had a boob job, a tummy job, and a fanny job." There, I said it.

Mum was quiet for a moment. "I don't understand."

"She had her boobs lifted, she had her tummy tightened and she had her fanny brought back from underneath and tightened, it took about a day apparently."

"But why?"

"Because she decided that she had mourned grandad for long enough and that it was time to get on with her life. She had some spare money and so she did it."

"But who is going to see, I mean, just why? I really don't get it."

"She wanted to look good so that if ever she got into 'that' position with a man, then she would look fabulous. And to be fair, she does." Oops, said to much.

"What do you mean, she looks fabulous, you have seen?"

"Yes mum. She wanted an opinion from someone she could trust."

"You saw her, naked?"

"Yes. She looked and felt really good, easily around Gemma's age."

"You touched her too?"

"Yes mum," I sighed, sometimes my mouth gets me into trouble.

"You felt her boobs?"

"Yes mum, and the surgeon did a stand out job, Nan's boobs felt more like Gerry's, they really did."

"And down there too? You touched her down there too?"

"Well, yes." I think I was blushing.

"Touch my boobs, tell me how they compare."

"But you aren't naked mum, I wouldn't be able to compare."

"Come with me." She went down the hall and upstairs with me following. It was like déjà vu. In her bedroom she put her hands behind her neck, undid her dress and let it fall, stepping out of it into just her bra and panties.

Hands behind her back she undid her bra, tipped forward so that it fell, she caught it and put it on the bed. I was now seeing my mum almost naked for the first time, well, the first time since I was a baby, and I could not remember that far back.

"Come on, touch my boobs, how do they compare?"

As earlier, I went up and cupped her boob, again my fingers automatically holding her nipple, rolling it as I took the weight of her boob.

"Well?" She asked again.

"Okay mum. Nan's boob doesn't hang down like yours." I hefted her boob and held it high on her chest, "It is more up here, I doubt she needs a bra."

"Oh. That different?"

"Yes mum, really more like Gerry's as I say. And her tummy was all flat," I put my hand on mum's tum, and could feel her small lady bulge, I pressed it inwards, "this is all gone, no bulge here. I left my hand there, half on her skin, half on her panties.

"And down there, below?"

"Well I can't compare, you are wearing panties."

She looked at me with one of those looks only your mum can give you, put her thumbs in her panties waist and pushed them down, using her feet to push them all the way down and then stepping out of them.

"Now you can," she said, and yes, I could, she was now stark naked. My mum. Me. In her bedroom, and I was growing a tree in my trousers.

"Yes mum, she is higher up than you are, your crease is lower down, hers is higher up. They also tightened her inside."

Mum took a deep breath. "Graeme, compare please."

I put my hand over her crease and slipped a finger inside. Mum was wet, my God, was she turned on? When I say wet, I mean tropically wet. I slid my finger down her crease to her entrance and then back up, touching and gently pressing her clitoris. Mum gasped.

"You said inside?" Mum asked quietly.

"Yes mum," I answered, my finger going down her crease, circling her entrance and slipping in knuckle deep. She was very loose compared to nan, and, actually compared badly to Gerry.

"You can't tell properly like that, can you?" I shook my head.

"Get your clothes of" mum said as she went and lay on her bed. 'Here we go again' I thought as I pulled my polo off and my trousers and under pants down.

I knelt between mum's legs and as my dick pressed against her crease, mum pulled my face to her and kissed me, her eyes tightly closed. I felt down and grabbed my dick and ran it along her fanny crease and then pressed at her entrance. I flicked my hips. I sank deep into mum's fanny, balls deep straight away.

I started a gentle shag, expecting mum to stop me at any moment. She didn't. I moved slowly at first and then as my confidence that I wouldn't get stopped increased, I began a proper shag, hard in, almost out, hard in, out. Faster I went, my dick plunging into my mum, my foreskin hardly troubled by her fanny. I think mum tried to squeeze my dick with her fanny walls, but I couldn't really tell.

Mum still held my face close to hers and she opened her eyes staring into mine.

'fuck me hard' she mouthed and started pressing up as I was pushing down. Her desire overcame her trepidation at having sex with her son, and soon her inhibitions seemed gone. Her hands moved to my back, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my buttocks and she rocked in time with my movements.

Mum gasped at every thrust, her legs pressing my buttocks forward. Mum's shag was pleasant shag, perhaps because of the lack of tightness, or perhaps because it was my second of the day, my dick didn't care, it ploughed on regardless. I began to really get into shagging mu mum, it was a much more comfortable shag than nan had been, yet nan had been an almost new fanny, mum was more like wearing a comfortable pair of gloves, her fanny was soft, it was warm, it was welcoming and my balls were tightening.

"Oh baby," mum gasped and her fanny tightened, her fingers dug deeper and her heels pressed hard into my buttocks. There was a tightening inside me, deep in my root as if a hand had reached in and squeezed, and at the moment there was no way I was able to stop. My dick exploded, spurting inside mum, filling her fanny with my seed and as I erupted mum screamed in my face a loud high pitched scream that echoed around the room.

Her heels pulsed on my buttocks, mum rocked and then went rigid before suddenly relaxing her feet falling back to the mattress, her arms holding not digging, and she relaxed back onto the bed. I moved backwards and my dick fell from her fanny.

Mum's chest was heaving as she gulped in air, her eyes piercing into mine, I rolled to the side and lay on my back.

"Well," mum said, "which is better."

"Without a question mum, you. Nan may be all tight and new, but you feel so much better."

"Does that mean you want to do this again?"

"Hell yes," I answered.