Granny returned with the bottle of massage oil. As she entered, the sight which caught her eye almost jolted her...though she showed no expression on that wrinkled visage of hers. As her gaze fell on her grandson's pants she saw a lump the length of a small screwdriver... 'Either that or he's wearing really tight pants' she thought.
'But oh my... 'Grandma thought to herself, 'what a load does he have!' Meanwhile, Raj hadn't realised his pole harden down there, too busy in his thoughts about his granny. With her beautifully curved buttocks, drooping large bosom and shiny hair.
Grandma heaved herself onto the little bed and handed the bottle of oil to Raj. "Here," She said, pulling the hem of her saree up and spreading her legs apart. "Start from my thighs."
Raj felt an erection so powerful he thought his cock would tear through his pants. As he oiled his grandmother's flabby thighs he could see a visible bulge in his groin area. Granny began to moan softly in relief as Raj pressed upon her shapely calves. And all the while his cock was getting harder and harder...
Grandma was lost in thought. An unpleasant shock it was for her to see her grandson's 'joystick' in its moment of prime. But the old woman was helpless. She could think of nothing else... 'if it were still bulging through those thick jeans of his, then oh my what a powerful meatpole he must have' she thought, lustfully.
A split second later she felt sickened with herself. Her OWN GRANDSON! It was unnatural! Tabooed! The mere thought of such things... And she being a devout Hindu, with her pious thinking and moral values. 'What's gotten into me?!' She thought. And yet the present scenario wasn't helping. Raj was now massaging her perineal region, just above her calves, his fingers digging deep- it was almost magical what his fingers could achieve. Her pain was subsiding.
'It's probably the massage oil' she thought, as her heavily wrinkled face contorted in relief.
"How is it feeling, grandma? " Raj asked innocently.
"Boy, you are a wizard..." Granny moaned "such relief you give to your old granny," It was true... Her legs weren't paining as much.
But there was another problem at hand- the old woman was feeling a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time... Was it a feeling of relief? No. Happiness at the pain subsiding? No... Then she pinpointed it... It was attraction. No! Lust. Lust for the young male who was now sitting, legs folded, and massaging her thighs, his smooth hands probing her flabby and wrinkled skin.
"Massage my back for me will you?" She said and twisted her torso around to face down.
Raj had to kneel forward in order to massage his grandmother's back, and to avoid skimming her huge ass with his erect cock. He felt as though it would burst. What an ass! Oh what pleasure it would be to rub his hands over it, to toy with it... to SLAP it.
He crossed himself... 'What am I thinking!' His grandmother was like his mother to him... always concerned, kind and caring about him... and their bond was very strong after living in the same city. He couldn't bear to think such tabooed thoughts.
