Bank holiday Monday. I woke up with a huge smile. Today was the day. Katie, my girlfriend, was coming home.
My whole body buzzed. A deep ache had settled in me. Three weeks. It felt like a lifetime. Every part of me craved her. I was raw with missing her. My insides were practically screaming for her touch, for her closeness.
No work today. I was just counting down every single second until she arrived. It felt like a physical hunger, gnawing at me.
I jumped in the shower, the hot water a temporary distraction. Got dressed. I still lived at home, saving for my own place.
I walked into the kitchen. Mom was making breakfast, the smell of bacon filling the air. Dad was at the table, buried in his newspaper. It all felt so normal, so calm.
Then Dad spoke. His voice cut through my happy bubble.
“Don’t make plans today,” he said, taking a sip of coffee. “We’re off to see your Nan.”
My heart stopped. No. My stomach dropped. “But,” I started, looking from him to Mom. My voice felt tight, full of panic. “But Katie is due home today. I haven’t seen her in three weeks!” The words felt like a desperate plea. The longing inside me flared, turning into frustration.
Mom looked at me, her eyes soft. She always understood. “Aww, Mike, maybe just me and you go?” she said to Dad. “Let Adam see his girlfriend.” A tiny flicker of hope sparked in me. She knew what I needed.
Dad sighed, shaking his head. “No, honey. He hasn’t seen her in two years.” He meant Nan. “We are all going. She’s 88 years old. I don’t want to say this, but we don’t know how long she has left. She’s my mom, Carol.” His voice was heavy.
Mom sighed too, looking at me with a sad kind of understanding. “You’re right, honey,” she said to Dad. Then to me, “Adam, please, just this once. For me.”
The hopeful flicker died. The overwhelming need for Katie, the hunger that had been building for weeks, crashed down. It was still there, but now it was a heavy, aching weight.
The hungry ache for Katie intensified, twisting into a knot of bitter resentment. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a band around it, squeezing the air out. “But… it’s a whole day, Mom,” I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper, thick with the injustice of it all. “Three weeks is so long. I just… I need to see her.”
Mom’s eyes were still soft, apologetic. “I know, sweetie. I truly do. But your Nan… she asks about you. She loves seeing you. Everytime me and your dad go she always asks where the handsome Adam is.” The way she said it, it wasn’t a choice. It was a demand, wrapped in a plea, sealed with guilt.
“Eww mom,” I giggled a bit.
The giggle was instant, a reflex to Mom’s comment, but it died as quickly as it came. The smile vanished. Katie. Her name echoed in my head, a desperate plea. Three weeks. Every single nerve ending in my body felt alive, screaming her name. This whole Nan trip felt like a cruel joke, a cosmic prank to keep us apart. My insides twisted with a mix of longing and pure, unadulterated frustration.
“Just get ready, Adam,” Dad said, his voice softer now, sensing my mood. “We’ll leave in an hour.”
There was no arguing. No escape. The defeat settled heavy in my gut. I retreated to my room, the bright morning light mocking my dark mood. I pulled on a clean t-shirt, not bothering to pick anything special. What was the point? Katie wouldn’t see it. This day, which was supposed to be perfect, was already ruined. I could feel it. My nuts were all tight for Katie, fuck I wanted her badly.
The drive was hell. Every mile felt like a punishment. I stared out the window, watching the world rush by, a blur of green fields and grey houses. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Katie. My heart leaped, then sank. I couldn’t answer. What would I say? “Hey, I’m just on my way to Nan’s, who I haven’t seen in two years, instead of seeing you, who I haven’t seen in three weeks”? No. I ignored it, the guilt and frustration warring inside me.
Nan lived in a small, cosy cottage about an hour away. It smelled of old books, lavender, and a hint of warm baking. As soon as the car pulled up, I felt a familiar dread. And a different kind of ache. The kind that comes from family obligations.
The door creaked open, revealing Nan. She was smaller than I remembered, her silver hair styled perfectly, a deep purple cardigan buttoned over a floral dress. But the ‘busty’ part Mom always joked about? Yeah, that hadn’t changed. It was like her chest had its own gravitational pull. She beamed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Adam, my handsome boy!” she exclaimed, her voice surprisingly strong for 88. She enveloped me in a hug that pulled me tight against her, and for a fleeting, awkward second, I was acutely aware of the softness pressed against my chest. My mind, already a mess of hormones and Katie-longing, flickered with something uncomfortable, then quickly suppressed it. It was just Nan.
“Hi, Nan,” I mumbled, patting her back quickly, trying to pull away. The smell of lavender and something sweet, like old-fashioned biscuits, clung to her.
She held me at arm’s length, her eyes tracing my face. “My, my, you’ve grown, haven’t you? Getting to be quite the man.” A playful glint entered her eyes as she squeezed my arm, a little too close to my bicep for comfort. I felt a blush creep up my neck. I just wanted to be home, waiting for Katie. Every second here felt like a betrayal.
Mom and Dad followed close behind, exchanging greetings. The living room was exactly as I remembered it – chintz sofas, doilies on every surface, framed photos of generations I barely knew. It felt like stepping back in time, a time where my only concern was what cartoon was on TV, not when I’d next be able to kiss my girlfriend.
“Come, sit, sit!” Nan ushered us towards the sofa, pointing to a spot right next to her. I sat, trying to put a respectful distance between us, but she leaned in, her gaze still fixed on me.
“He’s got his father’s good looks, Carol, but his mother’s kind eyes,” she said to Mom, patting my knee. The contact was innocent, grandmotherly, but my skin felt hyper-aware. My hormones were on overdrive, and every touch, every glance, every anything was filtered through the lens of missing Katie and my body’s frustrated desire for her.
The conversation flowed around me, a gentle river of family updates and local gossip. I nodded, mumbled, and occasionally forced a smile. All the while, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Katie. Again. I imagined her, probably just landing, probably wondering why I hadn’t replied. A fresh wave of guilt and frustration washed over me. This was torture.
Nan, meanwhile, was in her element. She moved with surprising agility, fetching a tray of tea and her famous shortbread. As she bent over to place a plate on the low table, her cardigan pulled taut across her chest, and I found my gaze, against my will, drawn to the prominent curve of her bust. It was just an observation, a fleeting, almost involuntary glance, but it made my face feel hot. I quickly looked away, staring intently at a framed photograph of a stern-looking man in a uniform.
“Adam, dear, more tea?” she asked, her voice snapping me back. I shook my head, avoiding her gaze.
“You’re too quiet today, my boy,” she observed, her eyes sharp. “Is everything alright? No pretty young ladies distracting you, I hope?” She winked, a genuine, mischievous wink.
I swallowed. “No, Nan. Just… tired.” The lie felt hollow.
Mom shot me a sympathetic look. She knew. She understood the agony of being young and in love and separated. Dad, however, was blissfully unaware, telling Nan about his new lawnmower.
An hour bled into two. Nan recounted old stories, some familiar, some new. She spoke of Dad as a boy, of her own youth. She was sharp, witty, and undeniably charming. But the whole time, my insides were a coiled spring, wound tighter and tighter with every passing minute. My nuts were still tight, a constant, dull ache, a physical reminder of what I was missing.
“You know,” Nan said, turning to Dad, “it gets lonely here sometimes. The days are long. It would be nice to have some young company, a strong pair of hands around the place.” She glanced at me, a quick, almost imperceptible look.
Dad chuckled. “Mom, you know we’d visit more if we could.”
Nan just smiled, a knowing glint in her sharp eyes. “Oh, I know, dear. But a young man’s energy… that’s different, isn’t it?” Her gaze, heavy and direct, landed on me. My stomach did a nervous flip. She was practically batting her eyelashes, an 88-year-old coquette. I stared at my tea, wishing I could disappear into the floral pattern of the mug.
“Adam’s a strong lad,” Dad agreed, completely missing the subtext. He always did. He was a practical man, not one for reading between the lines, especially when it came to his mother. “He’s got plenty of energy, alright. Spends most of it glued to that phone, or thinking about what’s-her-name.”
My cheeks burned. I clenched my jaw. Katie. The thought of her, waiting, wondering, was a constant, sharp pain. Every minute felt like an hour.
“Katie,” Mom supplied gently, giving me another sympathetic look. She seemed to sense the trap tightening around me, but she was powerless, caught between her husband’s filial duty and my urgent yearning.
Nan hummed. “Katie, yes. Well, a few hours away from a phone and a pretty girl never hurt anyone, did it?” She gave me another one of those bright, mischievous winks. “Builds character. Makes the heart grow fonder, eh, Adam?”
I managed a weak, strangled sound that might have been a laugh. My entire body was screaming no, but my mouth wouldn’t form the words. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, pressing down on me.
The afternoon dragged on. More tea, more shortbread, more stories. Nan seemed determined to keep me engaged, asking me about college, about my future plans, about anything but Katie. Every time I dared glance at my phone, tucked deep in my pocket, I felt her eyes on me. It was like she knew. Knew exactly what I was missing, and was enjoying keeping me from it. This wasn’t just a simple visit; it felt like a deliberate, prolonged tether.
Finally, mercifully, Dad looked at his watch. “Right, Mom, we should probably be heading off. Traffic will be building up soon.”
A wave of relief, so potent it almost made me dizzy, washed over me. Freedom! Katie! I started to push myself up from the sofa, already planning the messages I’d send, the explanations I’d offer.
But Nan wasn’t done. She put a hand on Dad’s arm, her voice taking on a slightly wistful tone. “Oh, it was so lovely having you all here. Such a treat. But… it’ll be quiet again, won’t it?” She squeezed his arm, then looked at me again, her gaze unwavering. “Such a pity the young ones rush off so quickly.”
Dad paused, his brow furrowed in thought. He looked from Nan, who had perfected the art of the subtle emotional manipulation over 88 years, to me, who was clearly desperate to leave. He knew he didn’t visit often enough. He knew his mother was lonely. And a solution was staring him right in the face.
“You know what, Mom?” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. My heart began to pound a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. No. Please no. “Adam, why don’t you stay? Just for the night. You can help Nan out with a few bits and bobs she needs doing – I know she mentioned that leaky tap, and the garden could do with a tidy.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. Stay? For the night? My vision blurred for a second. Katie. She was expecting me. She’d be home. My entire plan for the bank holiday, for the reunion I’d been dreaming of for three weeks, shattered into a million pieces.
“But Dad!” I choked out, a raw, desperate sound. “Katie’s coming home! I need to –”
“She’ll understand, son,” Dad interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. “It’s just one night. You haven’t seen your Nan in ages. It’s important. She’s getting on, Adam.” His voice hardened slightly, a hint of the ‘do your duty’ tone I knew well. “You can use my old room. I’ll come back for you first thing in the morning.”
Nan beamed, a triumphant glint in her eyes. Her eyes shifted to my crotch which was weird. “Oh, that would be wonderful, Adam, darling! Just wonderful! We can catch up properly. I’ve got so many stories to tell you.”
Mom gave me another apologetic look, her hands clasped. She saw the devastation in my eyes, the sheer panic, but she couldn’t intervene. Not against Dad when he was like this, and not when Nan was pulling out the emotional big guns.
I felt trapped, suffocated. My throat was tight, my chest aching with a new, sharper pain than just longing. It was the pain of utter despair and injustice. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the surge of furious tears. My nuts were practically screaming in protest. This was beyond cruel. This was hell.
“Okay,” I mumbled, the single word feeling like a betrayal of every fibre of my being, every thought of Katie. It was a surrender. A heavy, bitter, absolute surrender.
Later that night we was watching TV on the old couch she old an old fashioned short nightgown on and she started talking about Katie. “So I bet you miss your lovely lass don’t you. Sorry if I ruined it.”
I sighed, “it isn’t your fault Nan. Honest, just my hormones are all over and well not seen her in 3 weeks.”
“I bet honey, aww love. I wish I could help you my dear. You know take that edge off, hey I get lonely too especially in that way if you get me.” I was shocked staring at her cleavage and the way she was speaking, wait was she…
Nan’s words hung in the air, a subtle invitation wrapped in grandmotherly concern. The room felt suddenly warmer, the air thicker. She shifted on the couch, her nightgown riding up slightly to reveal more of her pale, veined thighs. Her gaze was fixed on me, sharp and knowing. “Oh, Nan,” I muttered, my voice hoarse. I couldn’t look away from her cleavage, the soft mounds rising and falling with each breath. My hormones were raging, my body aching for release. Katie’s face flashed in my mind, but it was fading, replaced by the immediate presence of Nan’s body.
“It’s alright to have needs, Adam,” Nan said softly, leaning closer. Her hand rested on my knee, a gentle pressure that sent a jolt through me. “It’s natural at your age. Your girlfriend wouldn’t want you suffering like this.”
I stared at her, my mouth dry. Was this really happening? Nan’s hand on my knee felt like a brand, her touch sending waves of heat through me. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic rhythm that echoed the throbbing in my groin. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.
“Nan, I… I don’t know what to say,” I managed, my words coming out in a rasp. My gaze flicked between her eyes and her cleavage, drawn like a magnet. The soft fabric of her nightgown strained against her breasts, the outline of her nipples visible. My fingers itched to reach out, to touch, to explore.
She smiled at me, a knowing smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. “Say you’ll let me help you, Adam,” she murmured. “Say you’ll let your old Nan take care of you. It be between me and you our secret.” Her hand slid up my thigh, slow and deliberate making her way between my legs.
“Wait are you serious. You are 88 though Nan,” I smirked at her.
“Oh, Adam, you silly boy. I may be old and have wrinkled breasts but I actually do have a good comfy vag.” Hearing her talk about her body like that made my cock throb.
I laughed, “A vag is that what you call it at your age. Are you sure your ‘vag’ can take this.” I undid the top of my jeans and zipper down and took my hard cock out of my boxers.
Nan’s eyes widened at the sight of my erection, her gaze fixed on the throbbing length. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately. “Oh, Adam,” she breathed, her voice husky. “I may be old, but I’m not dead. And I’ve had plenty of practice over the years.”
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your skin. Her hand hovered over my cock for a moment before she wrapped her old fingers around it, her grip surprisingly firm. “Let’s just say,” she murmured, stroking my dick slowly, “that this old vag has seen its fair share of action.”
Her touch was gentle but confident, her fingers exploring every inch of my hardness. She pumped me steadily, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head with each stroke. The sensation was incredible – soft yet firm, experienced yet tender. “You’re so big and hard,” Nan whispered appreciatively. “Just like a young man should be.”
“Ahh Nan…. fuck,” I stopped her and took her hand off my cock, I laid her down on the couch. “Can I take your panties off.”
Nan looked up at you with a mix of surprise and excitement in her eyes. She nodded slowly, a small smile playing on her lips. “Of course, Adam,” she said softly. “Anything for you.”
She lifted her hips slightly, allowing you to slip her panties down her legs. As they came off, you were struck by the sight of her bare vagina – it was wrinkled and saggy, the labia loose and floppy, but there was something strangely appealing about it.
Nan spread her legs wider, giving you an unobstructed view. “Go on,” she encouraged, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation. “Put that meaty cock inside of me. I am a little dry its been too long.”
I spat on my hand and soaked my cock head well, I lay between her thighs as I slid my wet lubed dick up and down her old snatch. I pushed my cock inside of her. As she let out a whimper, “Ah dear… ah I haven’t felt that feeling… ahhh in years.” I started thrusting in and out as the old couch squeaked.
I moaned as I plunged deeper into Nan’s warm, wet depths. Her inner walls hugged my cock tightly, a surprising tightness despite her age. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding.
Nan’s moans grew louder, more frequent, her body arching up to meet mine with each stroke. “Oh, Adam, yes… just like that… ahh, your cock feels so good inside me…” she gasped, her words punctuated by sharp little cries of pleasure. I could feel her pussy starting to clench around me, her juices coating my cock as it slid in and out of her.
“Fuck Nan… I need to come see you more often if this is what I get for a visit,” I continued to fuck her hard. Her boobs nearly bouncing out of her nightie.
“Oh, Adam… you naughty boy! Coming to visit your old Nan just for this, huh? Well, I won’t complain. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a man inside me. Your cock is stretching me out so nicely. Mmmm… right there! Oh, don’t stop!”
Nan’s hands gripped the couch cushions tightly as I pounded into her, her body shaking with each thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly beneath her nightgown, the thin fabric doing little to contain them. I reached up and grabbed them, squeezing the soft mounds through the material.
My dick was plowing her cunt, “oh nan, your tits are big.” Her legs felt tighter against me. I was well going at it hard.
“Oh, Adam… I’m so close… don’t stop… please don’t stop…” she pleaded, her voice trembling with need. I could feel her pussy tightening around him, her juices flowing freely now as I plunged in and out of her old vagina. I pushed her nightie up seeing her old tits.
Nan’s breasts were indeed impressive, large and soft with pale, wrinkled areolas that framed two small, brown nipples. They jiggled with each thrust of my hips, the soft flesh quivering and bouncing tantalizingly. I couldn’t resist leaning down to capture one of the nipples between my lips, sucking and nibbling gently as I continued to fuck her. Nan let out a high-pitched moan, her back arching off the couch as she tangled her fingers in my hair.
“Oh, Adam, yes! Just like that! Suck on my tits while you fuck me!” I obliged, switching to the other nipple, teasing and licking it with the tip of my tongue while I drove my cock deeper into her wet, clenching cunt. My dick was sliding in and out of her fast.
“Ahhhh… fuck… Adam…” Nan’s voice was strained, her body tensing as she neared the edge. “I’m cumin…I’m cumin on your cock! Oh god, yes!” Her pussy clamped down around me like a vice as she came, her juices gushing out and soaking my dick and balls. I felt her entire body shaking beneath me, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. The feeling of Nan’s tight, wet cunt spasming around my cock was too much. “Fuck, Nan…I’m gonna cumin too. Arghh fuck Nan Unnngh!” I groaned, my hips jerking forward as I buried myself deep inside her. My dick pulsed and throbbed as I emptied my balls into her old snatch, filling her with my hot seed. I continued to thrust slowly, milking every last drop into her welcoming depths.
My cock still inside her she looked warn out, “Adam, my dear boy…that was wonderful. I haven’t felt that alive in years. But… we should be careful, shouldn’t we? I don’t want to cause any trouble for you or your girlfriend. It’s just… it’s been so long since I’ve had a man’s touch. And you’re so handsome, so virile… it’s hard to resist. But resist we must, for now. Your Katie is waiting for you, and she deserves your love and attention. I’m just an old woman who got carried away in the moment. Let’s keep this our little secret, shall we? A sweet memory to cherish, but nothing more. Now, why don’t you go clean up and get some rest? Tomorrow is a new day, and I’m sure your father will be eager to get back home. And who knows? Maybe you’ll visit me again sometime… when the mood strikes us both.”
I nodded, slowly pulling out of her. My dick slipped out of her old well fucked pussy. I cleaned myself up and went upstairs to bed. As I lay there, my mind raced with the events of the evening. The feel of Nan’s body, the taste of her skin, the sounds she made as I fucked her… it was all so surreal. Yet, there was a part of me that craved more. More of her touch, more of her warmth, more of the forbidden pleasure she offered. But Katie… sweet, innocent Katie… she deserved better than a cheating boyfriend who slept with his grandmother. I couldn’t do that to her. I loved her too much to hurt her like that.
So I pushed the thoughts away, burying them deep inside as I drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day, and I would face it with a clear conscience and a heart full of love for my girlfriend.
At least, that’s what I told myself as I closed my eyes and let exhaustion claim me.