It was a balmy summer evening, the kind where the air felt heavy with the promise of dusk and the hum of cicadas filled the silence when Jamie turned into his grandmother’s gravel driveway. The familiar crunch under his tyres stirred something deep in his chest—nostalgia, perhaps, or a sense of duty he hadn’t quite named yet. The small, white bungalow with its faded shutters looked just as he remembered, though it seemed smaller now, as if time had shrunk it.
Maureen, his grandmother, was already at the screen door, her petite frame outlined by the warm glow of the porch light. She waved eagerly, her thin hand trembling slightly. Jamie barely had the car door shut before she stepped onto the porch.
“Jamie, my boy! Come here and give your old Nana a hug,” she called, her voice bright but edged with the kind of fragility that comes with 79 years of living.
He crossed the gravel, his boots crunching loudly, and wrapped her in his arms, careful not to squeeze too tightly. Her body felt so small, almost weightless, against him, and he could feel the frailty in her bones beneath her thin cardigan.
“Hi, Nana,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. She smelled faintly of lavender and mothballs, a comforting scent he hadn’t realized he missed.
“Oh, I’ve missed you so much,” she said, pulling back just enough to look up at him. Her faded blue eyes, clouded slightly with age, brimmed with emotion. “Let me look at you. My, my, you’ve grown even taller since the last time! Handsome as ever, just like your grandfather was at your age.”
Jamie chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Come on, Nana, it hasn’t been that long. I was just here last Christmas.”
“Six months is a lifetime for an old lady like me,” she teased, though her voice carried a note of truth. She reached up to pat his cheek, her hand soft and papery. “Come inside, dear. Let’s get you settled.”
Jamie retrieved his duffel bag from the back seat of his Chevy and followed her into the house. The air inside was cool and slightly stale, a mix of polished wood and something faintly medicinal. The living room was just as he remembered—overcrowded with trinkets, lace doilies, and framed photographs.
There were photos everywhere. Maureen and Harold on their wedding day, standing in front of a vintage car; the two of them holding Jamie as a baby; a candid shot of Harold laughing at a picnic. Each one seemed to tell a story, and yet the man at the center of them all was conspicuously absent now.
Maureen paused by the fireplace mantle, running a finger over a frame that held a black-and-white picture of Harold in his younger days. Her face softened, but a shadow passed over her features.
“Oh, if only your grandfather could see you now,” she said softly. Her voice wavered, and Jamie noticed a single tear glistening on her cheek.
“Nana…” Jamie stepped closer, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he said nothing, just stood there with her in the quiet.
She sniffled and straightened up, brushing the tear away. “Now, enough of that,” she said briskly, though her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Let’s get you set up. You’ll take your father’s old room, of course.”
Jamie followed her up the narrow staircase, his boots creaking on the worn wooden steps. The bedroom she led him to was a time capsule from the late 80s. Posters of muscle cars and bikini-clad women covered the walls, and the bedspread was a faded plaid. On the dresser sat an old photo of his dad as a young man, grinning in a football uniform.
“Your father was just about your age in that picture,” Maureen said, picking up the frame. “He was so proud of that football scholarship. And your grandfather—well, he never missed a game.”
Jamie smiled as he set his bag on the bed. “I can see where Dad got his looks,” he joked, glancing between the photo and his own reflection in the mirror above the dresser. The resemblance was uncanny.
Maureen chuckled softly, her gaze distant. “Harold used to tuck your father in every night when he was a boy,” she murmured. “No matter how late he came home from work, there was always time for a bedtime story. Some things never change, eh?”
Jamie nodded, his chest tightening. “Yeah, some things don’t.”
Once he was settled, Jamie headed back downstairs, drawn by the sounds of Maureen bustling in the kitchen. She was standing by the stove, her glasses perched on the tip of her nose as she flipped through an old recipe book.
“I was thinking of making my famous meatloaf,” she said brightly, glancing up at him. “Unless you’d rather try one of those fancy pasta dishes your mother sent over? I’ve been meaning to give them a whirl.”
“Surprise me, Nana,” Jamie said, leaning against the doorframe with a grin. “Anything you make is bound to be better than what I’ve been eating.”
She clucked her tongue, clearly pleased by the compliment. “Flattery will get you everywhere, young man.”
Jamie watched as she moved around the kitchen, her movements slow but deliberate. The years had taken their toll, but there was still a grace in the way she worked—a rhythm born of decades of practice.
“Can I help with anything?” he offered, stepping closer.
“No, no, you sit down,” she insisted, waving him off. “You’re my guest. Besides, I’m not so old that I can’t make dinner for my grandson.”
He relented, sitting at the kitchen table and watching her with a fond smile. They talked as she cooked, Maureen sharing stories from the past with a warmth that filled the room. She told him about his father’s antics as a boy, Harold’s terrible attempts at gardening, and the time they’d taken Jamie to the beach as a toddler and he’d tried to eat a handful of sand.
By the time dinner was ready, Jamie felt like he’d stepped back into his childhood, enveloped by the comfort of his grandmother’s presence. They ate together at the small table, the meatloaf as delicious as he remembered, and Maureen insisted on piling his plate high.
Afterward, they moved to the living room, where Maureen pulled out an old Scrabble board.
“Prepare to be defeated,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Jamie laughed. “You say that every time, Nana.”
“And every time, I’m right,” she quipped, arranging her tiles with the precision of a seasoned player.
They played for over an hour, the game punctuated by laughter and playful banter. When Maureen finally claimed victory, she leaned back with a satisfied smile.
“Still got it,” she said, tapping her temple.
“You’re ruthless,” Jamie teased, shaking his head.
Later, they settled onto the couch to watch an old episode of The Price Is Right. Maureen hummed along with the theme song, her head resting lightly against Jamie’s shoulder.
As the credits rolled, Maureen let out a contented sigh. “I can’t tell you how much it means to have you here, Jamie,” she said quietly. “This house gets so quiet sometimes… too quiet.”
Jamie reached over to take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad I came, Nana. I’ve missed this.”
She smiled, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You’re a good boy,” she said softly. “Your grandfather would be so proud of you.”
Jamie didn’t know what to say, so he just held her hand, the silence between them as warm and full as any conversation. That night, as he lay in his father’s old room, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars still stuck to the ceiling, he thought about how precious these moments were—the kind you don’t realize you need until they’re gone.
At 2am, Jamie awoke to the sound of muffled moans coming from down the hall. Curious, he crept out of bed and tiptoed to his grandmother’s room. The door was ajar a crack. Peering through, Jamie’s eyes widened at the sight before him.
Maureen was lying back against the pillows, her short cotton nightgown riding up to reveal her saggy, hairy pussy. One wrinkled hand was between her legs, the other kneading a withered breast. “Oh Harold,” she sighed, “I miss you so much. I need you.” Her fingers moved faster, disappearing into the folds of her aged cunt.
Jamie felt his cock stiffen in his pyjama bottoms as he watched his grandmother touching herself. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the obscene yet strangely erotic sight of her. Maureen’s moans grew louder as she worked herself towards climax.
Suddenly she sat up, both hands now frantically rubbing her pussy. “Oh god, Harold!” she cried out. “I’m coming!” Her wrinkled body convulsed, a look of bliss crossing her face.
“Nana do you need help,” she stopped rubbing her old cunt in shock seeing her grandson with his big dick in his hand stroking it.
Maureen put a shaky hand to her chest, her wrinkled face flushing with embarrassment and shame. “Jamie, I…I didn’t know you were there,” she stammered. “Please, this isn’t what it looks like.”
Caught in the act, the elderly woman drew her nightgown down, trying to cover her nakedness. But it was too late. Jamie had already seen far too much for his own good.
“I’m sorry Nana, I didn’t mean to intrude,” the young man said in a husky voice, his eyes glued to her exposed sex. “I heard noises and thought something was wrong. But I see you’re busy… taking care of yourself.”
“Shhh, it’s alright dear,” Maureen said, patting the bed beside her. “Come sit with me. There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s perfectly natural, you know.”
Still gripping his rigid shaft, Jamie approached hesitantly and perched on the edge of the mattress. The musky scent of his grandmother’s arousal filled his nostrils, making his cock throb.
“I’ve been so lonely without your grandfather,” Maureen confided, stroking Jamie’s hair with a tender hand. “A woman still has needs you know, even at my age. It’s been such a long time…”
Her fingers trailed down to cup his bulge, squeezing the firm flesh. Jamie gasped at the forbidden contact, his hips rocking into her touch.
“You’re so hard,” she cooed approvingly. “Just like a young stallion. Do you like your Nana touching you like this?”
“God yes,” he groaned, thrusting into her grip. “It feels so good.”
Maureen worked his pyjama bottoms down, freeing his straining erection. She wrapped her wrinkled fingers around the thick shaft, pumping up and down. “Mmmm, you’re even bigger than I imagined,” she purred. “Such a sexy grandson I have…”
Entranced, Jamie watched as his grandmother pleasured him, stroking faster and faster. Her thumb rubbed over the leaking tip, smearing his pre-cum. “Come for Nana,” she urged, her voice dripping with lust. “Shoot your hot seed all over these old saggy tits.”
“I wouldn’t mind putting it in that old pussy of yours,” he said as he took his grandma’s hand off his cock and got between her legs.
In one swift motion, he shoved her back against the pillows and settled himself between her wrinkled thighs. The elderly woman’s heart raced, a mix of shock and excitement coursing through her aged veins.
“Oh my,” she whispered, eyeing the huge cock bobbing inches from her sagging slit. “Jamie, I don’t know if we should… it isn’t right.”
But even as she protested, Maureen’s body betrayed her. Her pussy wept with desire, the puffy lips glistening in the dim light. It had been so long since she’d felt a man’s touch. The brief thought of her late husband flashed through her mind, but was quickly replaced by an overwhelming need to be filled again.
“Please Nana,” Jamie begged, rubbing the engorged head of his dick up and down her wet folds. “I want you so bad. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
Unable to resist any longer, Maureen spread her legs wider in submission, the short nightgown hiking up to her waist. “Alright dear,” she relented breathlessly. “But be gentle. An old woman like me isn’t used to such… youthful vigour.”
With a deep groan, Jamie spat on the head of his cock to lube it and pushed forward, fitting the bulbous tip of his cock into Maureen’s tight entrance. The dry, wrinkled labia stretched around his girth, hugging him like a glove. He inched forward, working his thick shaft deeper into his grandmother’s unused cunt.
“Oh god,” she keened, feeling impossibly full. “You’re so big! I haven’t had anything this huge inside me in decades!”
“That’s because Grandpa never measured up,” Jamie growled, slowly sinking his entire 10 inch shaft into Maureen’s hot, velvety depths. She quivered and mewled beneath him, her saggy tits heaving. “Mmmm, you feel incredible Nana. So soft and wet.”
He began to move, pumping in and out of her dripping pussy at a steady rhythm. The obscene squelch of her juices echoed through the room as he fucked into her over and over, his heavy balls slapping against her ass.
Maureen clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She’d never been taken so thoroughly before. Her body shook with pleasure as Jamie pounded her into the mattress, his cock reaching depths she never knew existed.
“Yes, yes, YES!” she wailed, her dull eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Harder grandson! Fuck your Nana harder! Make me come on that big young cock!”
Moaning loudly, Maureen’s pussy constricted around Jamie, sucking him deeper. Her hips rocked to meet his, the springs of the old bed creaking in time with their rutting. She could feel an intense pressure building in her core, ready to explode.
“I’m close Nana, I’m gonna cum!” Jamie grunted, drilling into her sopping cunt with abandon. “Where do you want it? Tell me where you need my seed!”
“In me! Pump it deep in Nana’s pussy!” she commanded, too far gone to care about the depravity of it all. “Fill me up! Breed your grandmother!”
With a roar, Jamie buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he unleashed a torrent of hot, thick cum directly into Maureen’s womb. She screamed in rapture, her pussy clenching and milking him for every last drop. Her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, wave after wave of bliss crashing over her.
Spent, Jamie collapsed on top of his grandmother, both of them gasping for breath. He slowly softened inside her, his seed seeping out around his shaft. Maureen cradled his head to her chest, stroking his hair with a satisfied sigh.
“My, my,” she panted softly. “That was quite the workout for an old gal like me. I haven’t had a dicking that good in 50 years, I kid you not.”
“Besides Grandpa?” Jamie asked with a cheeky grin, looking up at her.
“Well, besides your grandfather of course,” Maureen amended, giving his ass a playful smack. “Or any other man for that matter. You young stud, you.”
“Thanks Nana,” he said, kissing her wrinkled neck. “I’m always happy to make you feel good.”
“And I’m always happy to take care of you,” she replied, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “After all, what are grandmas for? Now let’s get some rest. I’m gonna need my energy for round two in the morning.”
With a contented smile, Jamie nuzzled into his grandmother’s soft, pillowy breasts and drifted off to sleep, his cock still nestled snugly in her warm, cum-filled pussy. Little did they know, this was only the first of many incestuous trysts to come…