I went to see Nan on Friday. She lives by herself now. Granddad died ages ago, when I was little. She’s really old, like eighty-eight. She’s always happy to see me, but I can tell she gets sad. Being alone all the time must be rubbish.
“Alan! Love, you’re here!” She smiled big when I came in.
“Hi Nan!” I hugged her careful. She’s a bit wobbly now.
Her house smells of old flowers and biscuits. It’s warm in there. She made tea straight away, and we sat in the living room. She asked about school and my mates. Same stuff as always.
“You look tired, love,” she said, looking at me close.
“Yeah, been busy,” I said. School’s a pain.
“Why don’t you stay the weekend?” She asked it like she really wanted me to. “It’s quiet here. We can watch telly, play cards. Whatever you fancy.”
“Yeah, alright Nan, that’d be good.” I smiled. It would be nicer than being at home, where Mum would just nag me. And Nan needed company.
Later, after dinner, Nan got out the wine. She doesn’t usually drink much. “Just a little glass, love,” she said, pouring two big ones.
We talked a bit more. She told me stories about Granddad, about when she was young. She laughed a lot, and it was nice to hear. She doesn’t laugh much anymore.
“Another glass?” she asked, holding up the bottle. My glass was empty already. And hers was too.
“Go on then,” I said. Why not?
We drank more wine and talked more. I felt warm and fuzzy. Nan was talking louder now, telling silly jokes. She was funny when she was tipsy.
It got late and she said, “Right, bed for me, young man. You can have the spare room, like always.”
She stood up, and I noticed her nightie. It was short, really short. And thin. It was sort of see-through in the light. And the top bit was really low, showing loads of her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, I could see that. No knickers either, I suddenly thought. Blimey.
She shuffled off to her room. I went to the spare room and sat on the bed. The wine was making my head spin a bit. I thought about Nan in her nightie. She was old, but… she was still a woman. And she was lonely. So lonely. It felt wrong, her being all alone.
I got up. I didn’t really know why. Just walked out of the room. The light was still on in her bedroom. The door was a bit open.
“Nan?” I knocked lightly.
“Come in, love,” she said, her voice a bit slurred.
I pushed the door open. She was in bed, sitting up against the pillows. Her nightie had slipped down a bit more. I could see even more of her chest now. Her nipples were dark and stuck out. Blimey, she really wasn’t wearing anything under that nightie.
“Everything alright, love?” she asked, blinking a bit.
“Yeah, just… are you okay Nan?” I asked. I felt stupid, standing there.
“Just a bit… lonely,” she said, her voice quiet. She looked down at her hands.
Lonely. Yeah, I knew that. I felt it too, watching her. All alone in this big house.
I sat on the edge of her bed. Closer to her than I normally would. She looked up at me. Her eyes were watery.
“It’s been a long time, Alan,” she whispered. “So long since… anyone.”
I didn’t know what to say. Anyone what? Anyone held her? Loved her? Touched her? Probably all of it.
“It must be hard, Nan,” I said softly.
She nodded. “Hard,” she repeated. She put her hand on mine. Her hand was warm and wrinkly. It felt… nice.
“Don’t be lonely, Nan,” I said. It just came out.
She looked at me, her eyes searching mine. “Then stay with me, love,” she said. “Stay… close.”
And then, without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her cheek. It was soft and smelled of talc powder. She turned her face a bit, and my lips found hers.
It was a soft kiss, gentle. But it felt… different. Not like kissing Mum. More… something else. Something warmer, deeper.
She kissed me back. Her lips parted a little. I felt her breath on my face. It smelled of wine and something sweet. Old lady sweet.
The kiss got a little harder. My hand moved to her shoulder, under the thin nightie. Her skin was soft, surprisingly soft. Like silk.
She moaned a little, a tiny sound in her throat. “Oh, Alan…” she whispered.
I kissed her neck now, just below her ear. She smelled… older, but it wasn’t bad. It was kind of… nice. Comforting.
My hand slipped down, over her chest. I could feel her nipple through the nightie. It was hard now. Blimey.
“Is this… alright, Nan?” I whispered, pulling back a bit and looking at her face.
She looked up at me, her eyes half-closed. “Oh, yes, love,” she breathed. “So good.”
Her hand came up and touched my face. Her fingers traced my jawline. Then she pulled me closer again, her mouth finding mine roughly.
This kiss was different again. Wet. Open-mouthed. Her tongue touched mine. I sucked on her tongue, and she moaned louder this time. “Ughh,” she sounded.
My hand went under her nightie, properly now. Touching her skin. Her breast was soft and heavy in my hand. I squeezed it gently. Her nipple was hard under my fingers. She gasped.
“Oh, Alan, yes,” she whispered. “Touch me.”
I pulled back from the kiss. Her nightie was all messed up now. Pulled up around her waist. Her chest was bare. Her breasts were saggy, old lady breasts, but they were still… breasts. And they were there. For me.
I leaned down and kissed her nipple. She gasped again and arched her back a little. “Oohh,” she breathed.
I sucked on her nipple, gently at first, then harder. She made a noise, a kind of grunt. “Unghh,” she went.
My hand went lower, down her belly. It was soft and a bit flabby. But still warm. Nice. I touched the top of her legs, where the nightie ended. Her skin was smooth there. And warm.
She spread her legs a bit, without me even asking. Like she wanted me to. Like she was waiting for it.
I looked down. Between her legs, under the nightie, was her… gash. Her pussy. It was hidden a bit by the nightie, but I could see the shape of it. The lips. The folds.
I touched it, just lightly at first, through the fabric. It felt soft and… wet. Blimey, she was wet.
“Oh, Alan,” she moaned again. “Don’t stop.”
I pulled the nightie up higher, so I could see properly. Her pussy was there, right in front of me. Older, a bit wrinkly, but still… a pussy. And it was wet. Really wet.
I touched it with my fingers now, right on the lips. They opened a little. Like they wanted to be touched. Like they were thirsty.
She gasped again, louder this time. “Ahhh,” she sighed. “Yes, there, love.”
I rubbed her pussy with my fingers. Rubbed hard. She moaned and moved her hips up into my hand. Her legs were wide open now. I could see right inside, the dark slit of her cunt.
“Harder, yes, harder,” she panted. “Fuck, yes, harder.”
Fuck. She said fuck. Nan. Saying fuck. It was… hot. Really hot.
I rubbed her harder, my fingers sliding in and out of her wet gash. It was so wet. Squelchy wet. Like dipping my fingers in jam. Squelch, squelch, squelch.
She was panting now, heavy breaths. “Nghh, yes, like that, Alan, fuck me good.”
Fuck me. She really wanted it. She wanted my cock in her cunt. My dick in her gash. My rod inside her pussy.
My own cock was hard now, throbbing in my jeans. Really hard. I needed to get it out. Needed to fuck her. Needed to fill her lonely old pussy with my young cock.
I stood up, pulling off my jeans and pants. My cock sprang out, hard and thick. She looked at it, her eyes wide in the dim light.
“Oh, it’s… big,” she whispered. “So big.”
“Is it too big, Nan?” I asked, suddenly a bit nervous.
“No, love,” she said, reaching out and touching it gently. “It’s perfect. Just perfect.”
She guided my cock to her wet pussy. It was so wet, it just slid right in. Squelch. Like a plunger going into water. Squelch.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she moaned, her head thrown back. “All the way in, yes, right there.”
My cock was all the way in her, buried deep in her wet cunt. It felt tight, and hot, and so good. So fucking good.
I started to move, slowly at first, pushing in and out. Squelch, squelch. The sound of my cock sliding in and out of her wet gash. Like chewing gum, but wetter, hotter. Squelch, squelch.
“Uhh, yes,” she grunted, holding onto my shoulders tightly. “Harder, Alan, harder, fuck me.”
I started to pound her then, harder and faster. My cock slapping against her pussy lips. Squelch, slap, squelch, slap. Her moans getting louder now. “Oohh, ahhh, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard.”
Her legs were wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. Her hands digging into my back. Her old body moving with mine, grinding against me.
“Where do you want me to cum, Nan?” I panted, my breath coming fast.
“Anywhere, love, anywhere you want,” she groaned. “Just cum inside me, fill me up.”
Fill her up. Yeah, I would. I kept pounding, faster and faster, harder and harder. The feeling building, building, building.
“Not yet, don’t cum yet, ah,” she gasped, her voice tight. “Wait… wait for me.”
I slowed down a bit, still thrusting, but not so hard. Waiting for her. Watching her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, panting. She was close. So close.
Then she started to moan louder, a long drawn-out moan. “Oooooohhhhhh,” she went, her body tensing. “Ahhhhhhh.”
She was coming. Nan was having an orgasm. Under me. With my cock inside her. My Grandma. Having a come because of me.
And then it hit me too. The rush, the heat, the… everything. I groaned, a loud, deep groan. “UNGHH,” I went. And I came, hard, deep inside her old pussy. Spilling my cum into her cunt.
I kept thrusting, even as I came, pumping my seed deep inside her. Squelch, squelch, squelch. The sound of my cum mixing with her wetness. Squelch.
Finally, I stopped. Breathing hard. Sweaty. My cock still buried deep in her. She was still holding onto me, her body limp now, relaxed.
We lay there for a long time, just breathing. Me inside her. Her holding me. The only sound was our breathing, and the quiet ticking of the clock downstairs.
After a while, I pulled out slowly. Squelch. My cock was wet with her juices, and my own cum. Her pussy lips were swollen and red, wet with our come and her own juices.
“Oh, Alan,” she whispered, her voice soft and tired. “That was… lovely.”
I looked at her. Her eyes were closed again. She looked peaceful. Not lonely anymore. Not right now, anyway.
“Yeah, Nan,” I said softly. “It was.”
It was something else. Something I would never forget. Something just between me and my Grandma. A secret smile in the dark.