Grandma’s Religion Pt. 1

Grandmother’s House

It all started when I took a new job in Oregon. I needed a place to live while I got oriented to the new area and my new job, so I decided to move in my with grandma who lived outside Portland. Nana was always an eccentric hippie lady and my mom said they kinda grew apart when grandma joined a weird new age cult a decade ago.

I made the road trip out to Oregon and was kind of nervous. I wasn’t sure if living with an elderly woman I haven’t seen in years would be a good idea. Things were awkward at first. But she was kind, smiley, warm, and welcoming. She did seem a bit flighty, spaced out, and superstitious at times, but she gave me a lot of space while I got settled in.

I learned more about her in the coming days and weeks. She was a spiritual and creative woman of routines. She would wake early in the morning, make herself a cup of tea, take her little kefir yogurt drinks from the fridge, take a walk through her garden, meditate, then lock herself away in her studio to paint and make art. She was living her best life.

For a woman in her seventies she was high energy, funny, mentally very sharp, and youthful. She stayed busy, had her passions in life, and looked after herself. She had a small group of friends who would come over a couple times a week and they would drink wine, laugh, play cards, and tinker around in her rose garden.

I started my job and things were working out great. Except for one thing. I didn’t know anyone in the area. I was too busy working during the week and trying to help grandma around the property on weekends to even think about dating. My libido was going crazy. I sold my laptop to pay for the move and hadn’t saved up enough yet to replace it. So no easy access to porn. So I started listening to erotic stories on my phone, with headphones on, to jerk off at night.

One night, I was deep in the throws of my lust, stroking out the poison while listening to a story about a wife being loaned out by her husband. I was laying in the dark, my eyes squeezed shut as I climaxed, spraying a massive load all over my stomach. When I came back down and took off my headphones I noticed the bedroom door was now open a crack and there was a cup of tea sitting on my dresser. I was mortified. Grandma came to bring me tea and must have caught me jerking off.

The next morning, I dressed for work and found nana in her studio painting. “Hey nana, I am heading to work.”

“Okay dear, have a great day. Don’t let capitalism steal your soul, haha.”

“Thanks grandma, hey, umm, I just want to apologize for…I think last night you might have…”

“Oh hush dear, you are a healthy young man, you are working so hard and you don’t have a young lady in your life. You do what you want with your gorgeous young body.” I noticed her eyes seemed to look me up and down. I thought maybe I noticed something else odd but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Thanks for understanding, I will be more careful about the door, love you, bye!”

“Love you too dear, have a good day at work.”

Growing Closer

That evening, I returned from work to find grandma in the kitchen. She was making a wonderful dinner for us, had baked bread, and it was all just so nice to come home to. I watched her in appreciation. She was dressed in a short house dress and slippers. It was the first time I really notice how huge her breasts were. They were so massive and sagged under their own weight. Her monstrous udders strained against her nightie and I couldn’t help but stare. She noticed me looking and blushed before asking me how my day was at work. I mumbled an answer.

As she turned to put something in the fridge my jaw dropped as her soft, juicy ass peeked out from under the bottom of her house dress. Her ass cheeks were heavy, round, and jiggled as she bent over in the fridge. I was instantly aroused. Images flashed in my head of her on all fours in front of me as I plowed that big, fat ass from behind. I had to get my mind out of the gutter. What was I thinking?

I helped her make some tea and we sat at the kitchen table. She was looking over some flower catalogs and she was very excited.

“I have been doing a lot of thinking lately, Jimmy.”

“Oh yeah, about what?”

“You have such a powerful aura around you. I think its because you are not having sex. I can feel that in your aura. You know monks and prize fighters alike all practice celibacy to concentrate their energy and life force. I think you should pay more attention to your energy, what you are manifesting, and use this build up of life force to do good things. And for god sake, stop being ashamed of your own body and pleasure.”

I was caught off guard by the directness of this conversation.

“Uh, thanks grandma, haha. I mean, I do feel different lately, not having sex. But it feels bad, I feel irritable, aggressive, and all…I don’t know…”

“Pent up?”

“Exactly.”

“I have something you might enjoy.” She said, getting up from the table and returning with a large red photo album.

“Oh god, not family photos, Grandma…”

“Haha, shush boy, my sisterhood and I have lunar parties in my rose garden. These parties are about the carnal experience of being a woman, the sensual and spiritual energies of the divine feminine. Have a look.”

As she flipped through the pages sitting beside me I was distracted from the actual photos by her enormous tits, barely contained in her night gown, resting on top of the table like two huge water balloons. I was frozen, staring down into her endless cleavage. I wanted to bury my face between those colossal tits. I looked up to catch her sparkling eyes and a mischievous smirk.

“I meant, have a look at my photos.”

I looked down and saw group photos of women. They ranged in age from their forties to their eighties. As if my lust was causing me to hallucinate, these women were all naked in these photos. They were wearing head dresses of roses and crystals, some had belly dancing robes and belts but all of them were topless and they all had huge, hanging udders. Their big tits lined up as they smiled, their arms around each other. My cock was rising in my pants.

“Oh my god, I would pay to join this party.”

“Haha you wouldn’t want to be surrounded by these old ladies.”

“All I see are goddesses with incredible bodies.”

“Good, then you take this, “she said closing her book. “I hope it helps you with your built up tension.”

Embracing The Ritual

That night, I was so horny, my thoughts were filthy, I couldn’t stop thinking about my grandma’s blue veined tits and wide ass. I flipped through the pictures in her album while jerking my cock. I had really grown used to my audio stories, so I found one about a grandma who becomes a sex slave to her grandson. I stroked my rock hard cock, fantasizing about my own grandma when I found it. A picture of her. She was a bit younger and her tits were out. They were the biggest pair in the book. Huge, hanging, tits with large pink areolas, and long raspberry nipples. I stared at that photo, the audio in my head painting pictures of me titfucking my own grandma, and I shot the biggest load of cum I have ever produced. My balls boiled as I continued pumping, shooting rope after rope everywhere. I had to carefully climb around my room to find a hand towel to wipe up the cum I splattered everywhere, leaving big gobs of thick white cum all over the towel.

Cosmic Mysteries

In the morning, I went to clean up before leaving for work and I noticed the towel was missing. It was a shamrock pattered towel I brought with me and I couldn’t find it anywhere. I didn’t have time to keep looking so I went to say bye to grandma. There was weird, new age music coming from her studio and when I looked in, she was sitting in front of her painting holding my shamrock towel, taking big licks off it with her tongue. I could see the dried cum stains she was running her tongue over.

I was paralyzed with confusion, watching her dab parts of the towel onto her tongue.

“I know you are there dear. You know, those little kefir protein shakes I drink every morning are a very poor replacement for what your grandfather used to feed me.” She turned and looked at me. “I miss that every single day.”

I couldn’t say anything, I was just frozen staring at her, watching her suck on my cum stained towel. She looked up at me again and said “Oh, looks like you spent all night playing with your big cock? And you made this big load for me. Were you looking at all those big tits in the book? Did you see mine in there?”

I looked down in shame.

“I thought so. I like having your masculine energy in the house. It has reminded me of my own feminine sacred energy. You are lucky to have me to help you learn to channel your…excess spirit. I have so much to teach you. But I need something from you.”

“You need something from me?”

“I need you to feed me my breakfast, to share your energy with me every morning from now on. You are already making it, I just don’t want it to go to waste. It isn’t like I can buy it at the store. I will leave a cup on your night stand. You will finish into it and place it in the fridge before bed. Will you do that for your grandma, dear?”

She bent forward, showing me her massive tits nearly hanging out of her nightie, and smiled.

Lost in her milky udders, I said, “yea, ok, I can do that.” I would have agreed to anything she asked in that moment.

Making Milk For Grandma

That whole day I wrestled with the thought of getting home and shooting cum into a cup, knowing my grandma would drink it in the morning. I was so turned on that I raced home.

When I got home, grandma looked like a vixen. She was wearing a silky kimono that was short and black stockings underneath. The kimono was tied shut but opened enough at the top that I could tell she was wearing a black, lacy bra. The bra did the impossible feat of lifting her heavy tits up and together making them look like they would overflow and spill out everywhere. I tried to look her in the face while talking but just failed repeatedly.

“Grandma, I am just a mortal man, you can’t expect me to not ogle you when you dress like this.”

“What? Just because I am old I can’t express my sensuality in my own house? Grow up. Well..it looks like you are growing up right before my eyes,” she laughed glancing down at the growing bulge in my pants.

I turned away embarrassed.

She came over and placed a hand on my shoulder, turning me to face her. “I am sorry, I am just teasing you, I thought if I looked nice for you, you might produce more of that…potion I asked you for. You didn’t forget did you?”

“No, of course I didn’t forget.” I looked down to avoid her eyes but only found her incredible tits pressed against me.

In my bedroom I found a jar with a lid on the night table. With a little napkin with a heart drawn on it. I put my headphones on, listened to some hot granny stories, flipped through the pictures of my enormous titted grandma and her busty friends and proudly shot three full loads into the jar before putting it in the fridge and going to bed.

When I woke in the morning I felt anxious to know if she had already drank my cum or if she would wait until after I left the house. I was disappointed to find it still in the fridge, untouched. Grandma was in the garden meditating and I left for work as usual.

When the work day was through and I returned home I found her in her art studio painting furiously. She was absorbed in her work and was aflutter with eccentric vibrating enthusiasm. When she saw me she stopped and excitedly came to hug me, pull aside her paint smock to not get paint all over me.

“Oh Dear, I drank all of that lovely potion you left for me. There was more than I could have hoped for. I have spent the whole day painting like a madwoman. I was immediately so full of your energy and it really woke something inside me. Thank you dear,” she explained as she kissed my cheek.

“Great, I am glad it helps you, I will leave you to your work.” I said, excusing myself from her studio.

I went to prepare dinner for us before returning to her studio with a plate of warm food.

“It looks like maybe you have been too busy with your art to eat.”

“Oh, you are back!” she exclaimed “I have been waiting for you.”

I set the plates down and asked, “What do you mean you have been waiting for me, I just left…”

“Yes dear, I know you did but I have been waiting a lot longer than that. I have been waiting for you, for your male energy, your masculine divine life force, for too long.” Her words made my heart flutter, I was unsure how to respond.

“It is the least I can do for you. I will just put this over there,” I said as I set the plate down on her desk.

She moved to give me a hug, “Thank you so much dear, for everything. I was so alone in this house and your presence feels so good to me.”

That night, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Nana stopped in to hand me the jar. She was so sexy in a red silk robe with no bra. The outline of her massive tits was visible under the thin fabric, I could see her nipples poking out under the silk. I tried to look away but I couldn’t. She was teasing me and she knew it.

“I cleaned it out and it is ready to be filled again. But umm…this time…instead of putting it in the fridge just let me know when you are done.”

“Oh, umm yea, ok, yea sure grandma…I will.”

“I can’t wait. I am sure it will help me paint again tomorrow,” she said and excused herself from my room, closing the door behind her. I looked at the jar and took a deep breath.

I sat on the edge of the bed and began masturbating, slowly, stroking myself to a nice stiff erection. The excitement of being so naughty nixed any thoughts of guilt and I just kept stroking. I thought about my grandma, her tits, her ass, her pussy. I pumped my cock faster as I imagined how tight she must be. I imagined sticking the head of my cock inside her. I imagined that tight wet pussy around my cock. I imagined thrusting deep inside her while burying my face between his gigantic granny milkers. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I thought about her as I shot cum into the jar. When every drop had been captured, I straightened my clothes and took the jar to my grandma’s room, knocking on the door.

She opened the door just enough for her huge pressed to be squeezed a in a vulgar display between the door and the door frame. It was clear she was teasing me with these displays of her titanic, saggy bosom.

“I have your delivery.” I tried to joke my way through the tension and awkwardness of this moment. I pushed the jar out toward her.

She opened the door and moved close to me. She pressed her body into mine. I could feel every detail of her body against me. Her large tits, hanging down, her soft stomach. Standing close against me, she inspected the jar, “Oh there is less here tonight, are you tired?”

“Well I didn’t want to keep you up and thought you would prefer if it was still warm since you didn’t want it…in…the…fridge.”

As I spoke she opened the jar, stuck out her tongue, tilted her head back, and poured the literal cum shot onto her tongue and into her mouth. She looked me in the eyes, my cum a pearl puddle on her tongue before she closed her mouth and gulped. Opening her mouth wide after, “All gone.”

She handed me the empty jar. It was one of the most depraved moments of my life, so far. I was impossibly hard in my pants. My cock was pulsing for her, for my own grandma. What was wrong with me? I couldn’t think about anything else but how horny I was for my grandma and how wrong it was. My cock was pulsing for her. She must have felt it, I know she felt it, but she just pulled back and walked into her bedroom. I raced back to my room, moments later shooting more cum into the jar. I then placed it in the fridge as a bonus shot for her and went to bed.

Fresh Juice Is Better

The next morning I found grandma meditating in the garden again. She was smiling, beautiful, and peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb her so I quietly left for work.

When I returned home that evening she was busily walking around the house, tidying up for her friends to come over to play cards that night. She was wearing a brown bohemian dress and a tunic top with a large turquoise stone necklace. Her brown and gray hair was up with a flower in it. She looked like a very adorable, hippie, granny.

I hadn’t met her friends yet but I would keep to my room to give them space. Before I went to my room to read for the evening I had to ask, “Hey, Nana? Was the..uh..potion alright?”

“Oh dear, it was the best, I went right to bed and had the most vivid and lucid dreams all night. I felt a spiritual fire moving through me. Then you can’t imagine my delight to find a morning treat too. I don’t know how I will ever repay you for what you are doing for me.”

“Well, consider it my rent payments,” I joked.

“Deal!” she laughed.

Meeting the Girls

When Nana’s friends had arrived and settled in, I heard a gentle knock on my door.

“Hey dear, I hope I am not disturbing anything.” Nana asked, casting a quick glance down at my crotch.

I laughed, “No, just reading what’s up?”

“I want you to meet Carol and Elizabeth.”

I followed Nana into the living room where two elderly but beautiful women with big smiles were sitting. Their faces were lined with age, however they had a youthful twinkle in their eyes that made them instantly appealing. They also were very busty old gals. We exchanged pleasantries which quickly turned to laughter.

We all sat down around the living room for a bit talking about everything from gardening to dating tips which made me blush a bit. As we talked it was clear that these two ladies had lived a very full life and loved every minute of it. Their stories were inspiring and their laughter intoxicated me as their aging but voluptuous breasts bounced and wobbled with each chortle. There was an odd moment where one of them joked about me being “service material, for sure” but granny quickly hushed her and changed the subject. I wondered what that meant but let it pass. Before my charms failed me, I excused myself to let them get to their card game and wine.

Drunken Granny

Later that night, after Nana’s friends had come and gone, she wandered down the hall with heavy footsteps. She knocked on my door with the tips of her finger nails and cracked my bedroom door open. “Hey sweet dear,” her voice slurred from a night of emptying wine bottles with her friends.

I was a bit groggy but awake enough to respond, “Hey Nana, you need anything?”

She giggled to herself. “Just checking on that rent payment. I wanted a night cap.”

I handed her the jar from the night table, “Sorry I wanted to give you more but I was really tired tonight. Work has been pretty stressful.”

Grandma sat down heavily on the bed, her ass spreading out under her weight, her heavy tits shuddering and she hit the mattress. Unceremoniously, she opened the jar, a big smile on her face, stuck out her tongue and poured the jar out. The trail of thick white slime fell from the jar but in her drunken state she didn’t quite hit her target. Instead of going in her mouth it dripped in big ropes down onto her nose, cheeks, and upper lip.

She turned to look at me, laughing, as my cum seeped down her face. She used her fingers to gather and push the cum into her darting and scooping tongue.

“Oh no, I am so sorry, I must have wasted so much.” She seemed genuinely upset and apologetic.

“It’s ok, I can make more,” I joked. “Besides, I have heard it is great for your skin.”

“That is true, I hadn’t even considered the tropical benefish…tropical benefit…topical uses.” She managed to say, delighted by her own stupor.

“Ok, Nana, let’s get you to bed.” I helped her up and put my arm around her as I guided her to her bedroom.

“Thank you for being so sweet to me, dear. And for giving me that tasty cum. I can’t get enough of it now. I want your potions by the gallon.”

I couldn’t help but feel my dick growing hard, listening to her praise my jizz. I helped her lay in bed, her enormous breasts swaying and overflowing across her chest as she laid on her back. In her state, I didn’t feel the need to hide the tent in my pajama shorts and I tucked her in.

As I leaned in to kiss her forehead, I felt her hand press against my hard dick over my shorts. When I pulled back to look at her, she was already fast asleep. I struggled with the temptation to pull down her covers, lift her heavy, soft tits out of her top and have my way with them. I had the overwhelming impulse to expose her large, pendulous breasts, the size of volleyballs, and dangle them in my face before sucking of much of them as possible into my mouth.

She was drunk on wine. I was drunk with lust for her. I reached my hand down the front of my shorts and began to stroke my hard dick. With her face only inches from the tip of my dick I jerked off. I didn’t touch her or grope her or pull her clothes off. I just looked down at her sleeping, peaceful face and stroked my cock.

I felt the warmth of her breath on my skin as I continued to stroke, imagining what it would be like to feel her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue playing with the sensitive head. I could hear myself breathing heavily, the sound of my cock sliding in and out of my hand quickening. Finally, with a quiet groan, I spilled my load, the warmth of my cum splashing against her face. I stood there, panting, for a moment, feeling a strange mixture of guilt and relief. I had done it. I sprayed jets of fresh hot cum across her cheeks, lips, and nose. Then went to bed for the night.

Saturday Chores

The next day was Saturday and I had a long chore list of things to do around the house and garden. Early on in the morning I went to check in on her.

“I have the worst headache from all that wine. You wouldn’t happen to know why there was cum all over my face when I woke up, would you dear?”

“You tried to pour it into your mouth but your aim was off.”

“Oh it would have had to be completely off. I bet I didn’t drink a drop. Thank you again for taking care of me, I feel like a dumb old fool.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You would do the same for me.”

“Oh, I hope to return the favor alright,” she said with a knowing wink.

I made her breakfast and while she ate I cleaned the house. I then took her out to the garden with a cup of tea. She was delighted to be out in the fresh air, working in the garden and sipping tea. A few hours later I took her into town with me to grab a few groceries. I drove us into town and as we pulled up to the store my grandma hugged me tightly and thanked me again for everything. My arm and elbow pressed into her soft breasts as she clasped me tight.

“You are so kind, thank you so much for everything you are doing for me, dear.” She said.

When we got home, I put away the groceries, finished moving some gardening tools, soil bags, and planting boxes for her. That night after dinner I was so exhausted. I took a hot shower, laid in bed, pulled down my shorts and started to stroke my cock. I just had one more chore to do, I needed to make a potion for grandma. I had my headphones on and listened to a story about a grandma who is forced to suck her grandson’s cock for money. I was so tired I must have fallen asleep.

When I woke up, I could feel my cock being worked up and down. It felt so good, if it was a dream I didn’t want to wake up. Two skilled and oiled hands were working my shaft and balls. It had been so long since I felt another’s touch, I was afraid I would wake up and this feeling would end. Then I felt a gentle breath and a lick on the tip of my cock.

“Oh yea, that’s so good.”

My eyes popped open and almost out of my head as I looked down to find my grandma, kneeling at the end of the bed stroking my dick and balls with her hands. She had my headphones on and was oblivious to me at first. I fought to stay still as her soft, slick hands rubbed up and down my shaft and her fingers caressed my balls.

She looked up and caught me staring down at her. She took my headphones off with one hand but never stopped stroking me with the other.

“I am so sorry dear, I hope you don’t mind but I came in to ask you as favor and I saw you here, your beautiful prick and heavy balls were too much for me, I just couldn’t help myself. I dreamt of this moment over and over last night. In my dreams you were covering me in your cum. You can only imagine how I felt looking in the mirror this morning to see your dried cum all over my face.”

She continued to stroked my cock, then, while looking up at me, then gave the tip of my dick a slow long lick with her tongue. She resumed slowly milking me while looking up at me.

“You must have been so tired from everything you did for me today. And you even fell asleep trying to do more than you had the energy for.”

She pressed my dick against my stomach and let it spring back to slap against her face, then smiled big. She giggled, “Thick and long, just like I remembered from that time I walked in on you stroking in your bed. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you. Let me take care of my hard…working man.”

She started to work her mouth up and down the side of my shaft, licking and sucking, her warm tongue dragging across my cock. She then lightly suckled on the head and the first inch or so. The warmth of her mouth was like nothing I could have imagined. She then grasped the base of my cock with her fingers and squeezed, forcing her tongue into my peehole. Her other hand was squeezing my balls and massaging them.

“Is it alright if I suck your big dick for you?” she asking, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. She tapped the tip of my dick on her tongue, waiting for an answer.

“Ugh, god yes, grandma. Suck that load out of me.”

“Yea, you want me to get my cum fix fresh from now on, don’t you?”

“Yes, please, take it from me.”

“You want your grandma to be your personal cocksucker?” She continued smacking my dick against her lips and tongue, looking up at me.

“Yes, ugh, yes.” I was already getting close to cumming.

“Tell me what you want. Give me your commands. I have listened to some of your filthy stories. I know what you want. Tell me.”

“Oh, ugh, grandma, you are going to be my cocksucker from now on.”

My dick was throbbing as she leaned forward and swallowed up my shaft. Her lips formed a tight ring around the very base of my cock. She had taken all of me. Her throat muscles were milking me, her tongue was stretched out somehow and the very tip of it darted back and forth across my balls. I put my hands on her head to guide her bobbing head on my cock. My eyes rolled back as the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth on my dick was more than I could take. I started to cum, I could not hold back. “Oh grandma, please, take my cum in your mouth.” I begged her. I felt her suck harder and faster, milking my dick. My hot cum traveled down her throat as she slurped and sucked me dry. My dick continued to pulse and twitch, each time sending another jet of fresh, hot jizz into her mouth to be swallowed down. I was certain it was the biggest load and longest continuous orgasm of my life.

When I was finished, she lifted her head from my dick, her lipstick a bit smeared and her eyes twinkling. She looked so happy and proud of herself.

“How do you feel, dear?” she asked.

“I have never come like that before. I feel complete bliss.” I said back to her.

“Good, because that is how I want you to feel. You deserve my touch, you deserve the service of a woman, someone who cares. That is why I am here, to take care of you.”

She crawled off the bed, lifting her body and enormous tits off the mattress as she stood up. They swayed and shook in her top as she moved. She kissed my forehead, “Goodnight dear, get some sleep. thanks for feeding me.” Then she left the room and closed my door.

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