This story fulfills my long standing fantasy about my Grandma and me. (If you haven't read the earlier chapters, I strongly recommend starting with Ch. 01 in order to get the full background and the complete adventure.)
I moved back to the house I grew up to take care of Grandma, who suffered a stroke at 70 that basically paralyzed her right side. She raised me after my parents were killed by a drunk driver racing his truck through a red light. Grandma was strict in raising me so I never even dreamed of fulfilling my fantasy.
In the first Chapter, a movie night for old time sake turned into a sensual exploration of our senses. We fell in love with each other in a whole new way.
In the second Chapter, Grandma promised to be my birthday present and the main event started following immense anticipations. My first penetration inside her well preserved love channel was way beyond imaginations.
In the third Chapter, the main event continued to completely fulfill not just mine but Grandma's long hidden fantasy as well.
In Chapter Four, Grandma gave me a surprise Christmas gift. And now...
I had never seen Grandma so happy all my life. The specialist was totally surprised but very pleased with the speedy progress of her superb recovery. She could write nicely with her right hand again. She walked around the house without assistance, but used a cane going outside to ensure stability. She could perform most basic tasks so the homemaker only came couple of hours weekdays to take her out and performed any special task that Grandma needed help. I let Grandma decide how often she wanted assistance. She started making salad and simple meals for us also.
We washed our laundries (robe, night gown, pillow cases, sheets, towels, underwear, etc.) every morning so not to leave around evidence of our love making. I bought the exact same set of sheets and pillow cases for every day of the week so the home maker couldn't figure out how often we washed them. I purposely messed up the bed in my old room every morning. Grandma often chuckled when she noticed. 'Now I don't have to make your bed. I can even claim that I got tired after all these years!' We laughed out loud.
We continued her daily workout and exercise program, walks, stretches, yoga, weights, massage and usually ended up with making love, unless she noticed I had one of those rare extra tiring work days.
Some nights, we would slow dance to romantic music and embraced together tight as one. We enjoyed exploring each other's sensitivities on every inch of our bodies. Our lips searched all over our faces, ears, necks, hair erotically and ended up finding each other, slowly melting into one while our tongues danced sensually. I wondered if pheromones were part of Grandma's scent that kept me completely hooked. Whether dressed or not, our bodies eventually joined our lips and tongues, united as one. Sometimes she would guide my steel member into her melting pot, while our bodies continued to sway in unison to the romantic music, savouring our unity, never in any hurry.
To fall asleep after making love, I usually cuddled Grandma by spooning her. Her sweet natural feminine body aroma was just totally intoxicating but soothing. My left hand reaching over to gently caress her less sensitive right firm breast and my right hand massaging her right big round bun. She said my soft caress of her less sensitive right side helped her relax. I simply couldn't get tired of caressing her butter soft but firm hour glass body.
While I knew growth would be virtually impossible at Grandma's age, but I could swear that her crimson strawberry red nipples had become noticeably bigger. Perhaps due to the daily 'exercise' of licking, pulling, rubbing, sucking and twisting, they had 'grown' to well over half inch erasers and still mighty sensitive. I loved to see them poked at whatever night gown she wore without a bra. They stood out of the nipple holes of those sexy bras that made them simply irresistible. Grandma said they must be as big or bigger than the days she was breast feeding mom.
Through her healthy diet, workouts and my protein massages every day, my dream pair had also tightened up and gone down a bit from the full D cup. The melons no longer appeared bursting out of her old C cup bras but still a bit too tight. Her right side had regained much of the sensitivity so I just needed to use little more pressure to get almost the same reaction as her left nipple.
I could still push her two globes together so the nipples touched each other. We both loved how I slowly licked them and sucked them into my mouth. Her hands caressed my face, hair, often found their way to my sensitive nipples too. My tongue rotated around and between the erect erasers, then rubbed and flicked each one. Often that took Grandma straight to her first climax. Other days she would push her melons and nipples together for my mouth so my hands were free to gently caress her hourglass body and her soft mound, leading to a flowing stream of nectar and eventually panting to her first orgasm.
Outside the house and with company, our behaviour towards each other remained fairly formal, exactly the same as always. Grandma put on minimal makeup herself but never lipstick so not to get any on me. Lots of people gave us compliments. 'Your son takes great care of you, lady. You are so lucky.' We enjoyed their recognition and didn't bother to correct the strangers. They all thought Grandma was fifty something. Like many Asians, she looked much younger than her age. She always smiled and thanked them.
Except every now and again, temptation overcame me. Grandma said my naughty self got out of control. She often hooked her right arm around my arm when walking outside to improve stability, I would pull her close and enjoy rubbing my arm against the side of that big firm globe, sometimes even on the hardening nipple. Of course I looked around to make sure no one was around. She always giggled and pushed me away. 'You're tempting me again, you naughty devil! Granny will give you some well deserved spanking when we get home!'
Sometimes if she was totally sure nobody can see us, Grandma would take revenge by scratching my super sensitive nipples with her left finger nails. This invariably sent shock waves up and down my spine. 'Oooh Grandma, have mercy. My erection is getting too obvious. I'll behave till we get home. Obviously my naughtiness came from you!'
GRANDMA'S BIRTHDAY
One day I cleared out old clothing for donation. I came across an old Polaroid nude picture of Grandma. Written on the back: 'Happy 30th Birthday, My Dear! Your matured figure is even more beautiful than the first time I saw you. Forever your LOVE.'
