The air in the living room was thick, humming with the sounds from the television and something else entirely—a raw, primal electricity that crackled between us. Nadia was nestled on the floor between my legs, her back a warm, solid weight against the rigid proof of my arousal straining through my shorts. The erotic soap opera on the screen was just background noise now, a cheap imitation of the real, potent thing happening right here on the rug.
"Do you like that, Babushka?". Teasingly, I asked her, my fingers found her nipple again through the soft fabric of her shirt, pinching just a little sharper, a little crueler. I wanted to hear that sound again.
"Hmmm~ that was, amazing, Sael…". Nadia said, her response was immediate, a throaty, guttural moan that was nothing like the actress's practiced cries on TV.
"Bozhe moy…" she panted, her voice husky with desire.
"Malysh, if you want me," she continued, the words tumbling out in a breathy rush, "no matter where… no matter when… I would be on my knees under that table, pleasing you... Silently serving my man while your mother speaks of the weather… it was a woman, should do for their man,".
The image she painted wasn't just hot; it was incendiary. It wasn't just a fantasy; it was a statement of fact from her. A hard belief in the natural order of her subservience. It was the most potent fucking aphrodisiac I had ever encountered.
Hearing that, my control snapped. I was instantly, painfully hard, the thick length of my cock straining against the stupidly thin fabric of my shorts, demanding attention. Now. Using my left hand, I hurriedly shoved the shorts down my thighs, freeing myself to the cool air of the room. The relief was immediate, but the need was a thousand times worse.
The television's own symphony of sex continued, the actress's cries now mingling with the groans of the male lead. Amateurs.
With a finger under her chin, I turned her head to look at me. I leaned back against the sofa, spreading my legs wider, putting my raging, flushed erection on full display for her. It stood proud and thick, a veined testament to the power she had over me and I had over her.
"Rodnaya," I said. The Russian term of endearment—for 'my kin,' 'my own'—felt clumsy and thick on my tongue, but it carried the full weight of my meaning. I owned her.
"My woman…. I want your beautiful mouth on my cock, pleased me now, Babushka,".
Her eyes, those dark pools of unwavering devotion, didn't flicker with hesitation or shock. Not even a little. Instead, they lit up with a joyful, eager fire. It was the look of a woman being offered the one thing she desired most in the world.
"Yes, my love," Grandma Nadia smiled. It was a genuine, euphoric smile that reached her eyes and crinkled the corners. "It is my honor.".
I watched, completely fucking mesmerized, as she shifted her weight with a fluid, graceful movement. She turned properly, settled onto her knees on the floor between my spread legs. Her eyes never left mine as she leaned forward, her soft hands coming to rest on my muscular thighs.
"Hmmm~ Slllrrpppp~ Sllurrpp!! Sssluurrpp!~". She opened her mouth, her pink tongue darting out to moisten her full lips, and then, with the reverence of a devotee taking communion, she leaned in and swallowed the swollen, leaking head of my cock.
"Ohhhh, fuck…" The heat was instantaneous and overwhelming. Her mouth was a silken, wet furnace, and she sucked with an expertise that spoke of a lifetime of knowledge. Her cheeks hollowed dramatically.
"Schlurp… Hmmm!! Schlup... Schlluuup!!! Mmmm~". It was a perfect, tight suction that made my toes curl instantly. Her lips, deformed into a perfect 'O' around my girth, created a seal of exquisite pressure.
"Kakoy khoroshiy… such a long, thick cock, you have the most manly manhood, I have ever seen, Malysh~". she praised, the words mumbled and wonderfully distorted around my flesh. She pulled back to lavish the engorged head with the flat of her tongue, swirling it around the sensitive crown.
"Schluuup… Ya lyublyu kazhdyy dyuym… I love every inch of it...". Then, with a newfound hunger, she dove back down, beginning to furiously bob her head, taking me deeper with each descent.
"Schlurp!!! Schlluuup… Schlurp… Lick…♥ Suck, suck!!!". Her eyes, gleaming with unshed tears of effort and pure joy, looked up at me, locking with my gaze. It was an intimate, soul-bearing connection. Then, as if to prove her absolute fucking dedication, she took my hand in hers and guided it to her throat.
"Slurp!? Suck… Schlup. Schlluuup. Schlup!!! Nghhhh!!!". I felt the delicate column of her neck, the flutter of her pulse, and then, as she pushed herself forward, I felt the incredible, impossible bulge of my own cock traveling down her esophagus.
She took me. All of me. Until my pubic bone was pressed firmly against her nose and my entire length was buried in the hot, tight confines of her throat. A guttural, choked sound escaped her.
"Ughk… Glllk!!! GUKK!! SUCK!! SUCK!! GGGGAAAAHHHKK!!!". It was followed by a deep, satisfying gurgle. I could feel the muscles of her throat convulsing and fluttering around me, massaging my shaft in a way that was utterly inhuman and completely divine. She was literally milking me with her throat.
"God… you're fucking amazing,". I groaned, my head falling back against the couch, my fingers gently massaging the place on her neck where I ended and she began.
In response, she demonstrated another trick. She deliberately clenched her throat, a powerful, rhythmic milking contraction that ran the entire length of my cock, and I saw stars. Holy shit.
"SSLLRRRPPP!!!~ Mmph, SLLRRPP~!!!, mm, mmm…". She finally pulled back, gasping for air, a thick rope of saliva connecting her glistening lips to my tip.
"Hahhh… huff… puff…" She took a moment, her chest heaving, before she wrapped her delicate hand around my base. She looked at me with a playful, seductive glint and used my own slick cock to slap against her flushed cheek.
"PAH! PAH! Mmmmmmm~". The sound was lewd and perfect.
"This, Big cock~". she said, her voice hoarse and beautifully ruined,
"This is what I can do for my man... Do you like it? Do you like your Babushka's mouth?".
"I do," I growled, the coil in my gut tightening to a breaking point. The animal in me was wide awake now.
"I really, really fucking do… It deserved to be used to fuck your divine mouth properly, Nadia". I stood up abruptly from the couch, my body thrumming with raw power. She understood instantly. Still on her knees, she opened her mouth obediently, like a baby bird, and took me back in.
"Mmmhmmm~ Schlurp!!!". She placed her hands on the small of her back, assuming a posture of complete and total offering, giving me full control.
And I took it.
I fisted my hands in her silver-streaked hair, not to guide her, but to anchor myself as I began to fuck her face in earnest. I set a hard, relentless, dominant pace, pumping my hips, driving my cock deep into that wonderful, welcoming, gagging throat. The room was filled with the obscene, sloppy music of our joining: the wet, rhythmic
"Schlurp!!! Schluuup! Schlurp! Ngghhnn!! Ngghhh!! GUK! Ah~ GUK! GUCKK!!!". of my shaft pistoning in and out of her saliva-slicked mouth, the intermittent gags and choked "Guk! Ughk!" sounds she made, the sharp, grunting inhalations of my own breath.
Her spit poured from her stretched lips, drenching her chin, her neck, and the front of her pristine white shirt, creating dark, transparent patches that clung to the curves of her generous breasts. Yet, through it all, her eyes never left mine. They were glassy with tears and shining with ecstasy. She was worshiping, and she was loving every single second of her beautiful debasement.
"Grandma… fuck… I'm gonna cum," I groaned, my thighs tightening, my balls drawing up.
"I'm gonna fill that pretty throat…PROPERLY!!!". I gave one final, powerful thrust, slamming my entire length down until I was fully sheathed, my balls pressed snug against her chin.
"PAH!! PAH!!! PAHH!!! Hahm!!! Spurt! Spurt… SSpppurrrtt!!!!". I held there, buried to the hilt, and let go. Rope after thick, hot rope of seed jetted directly into her stomach, my body convulsing with the raw, shivering force of it.
"Spluuurt! Splurt! Spppluuurt!".
The sight of her, my beautiful grandmother, her face buried in my crotch, her nose filled with my musk, her throat working diligently to swallow every last drop of my essence, was utterly, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Gulp… Gulp… Gulp… Cough!! Cough!! Slllrrrppp!!! Gulp! Gulp!... Hmmmm~". Echoed in the sudden quiet of the room, the sound was far more profound than anything the television could ever produce. She drank me down like I was the finest wine, like my seeds was her salvation, she coughs again and again as her throat were milking me and she drank it all.