Slowly, the world came back into focus, like waking up from a heavy nap. The bedroom sharpened around me—the rumpled sheets, the dim light. The air felt thick, stuffed with the smell of her fancy perfume mixed with sweat and sex. That smell? Pure victory.
I propped myself up on one elbow, watching Nadia. My grandma. Her eyelids fluttered open, those sharp blue eyes looking dazed, like she'd just stepped into a whole new world. Soft now, almost dreamy. A hot rush of satisfaction hit me. I'd taken her. Owned her. You could see it in how she breathed, the little tremble in her limbs, the scent soaking the sheets.
A lazy smile spread across her lips. "Sael,". she murmured, her voice rough and satisfied. Like someone who'd just been wrecked in the best way.
"That was... holy shit... Best sex I've ever had,". Her hand drifted down from her breast, over her stomach, fingers rubbing slow circles around her belly button. My chest tightened.
"You filled me up so much, Sael," she whispered, voice dropping low.
"I can feel your cum deep inside of my womb…. So warm, sloshing around every time I moved, it's like a little ocean of you, right in here.". Her words lit a fire in me, the way she put it, was just so seductive. My cock, already half-hard, throbbed against my thigh. This was empowering, it stokes my pride and ego, really.
"Nadia, from now on," I said, my voice rough with a possessiveness that surprised me, "I'll fill you whenever I want… at any time, and anywhere…. Got it?"
Her smile widened, suddenly making her look younger, almost girlish. "Yes, Malys, and I'll always wants it,".
she purred. "Always. Ready for you, My love,".
She shifted closer, pressing against me, burying her face in my neck. She breathed deep, like she was trying to memorize my scent. It felt heavy, intimate—more than just the fucking we'd done. Her soft breasts pushed against my ribs, reminding me how they'd felt in my hands.
Her hand wandered down my chest, over my stomach. Tentative at first, then bolder. Lower, through the hair, until—her breath hitched. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft. Her eyes snapped open, wide with shock.
"Malysh, you're …still hard?" she asked, disbelief mixing with pure hunger.
"Yes, Grandma… you know, I recovered very quick… unlike most men,". I said with a smirk, and I am very proud of that as well. She gave an experimental pump. Felt amazing, but not enough.
"My man, is so special, as always…Puh!" She spat into her palm—crude, hot as hell—then slicked her hand and started again.
"Schluck... Schluck… Schluck… Hmm~ You got, such a big cock, my love, Schluck… Schluck…". The rhythm drove me wild. Each pull coiled tension tighter in my gut. My breath came in sharp gasps. Minutes dragged, torture under her hand.
"You still not coming?" she asked, frustration edging her voice. "Is my hand not good enough?".
"Love your hand, Nadia," I groaned. "But...".
My hand went to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silver hair. Not rough, but firm, and I guided her down my body, toward my cock.
"Love your mouth more, Nadia," I whispered. No room for argument.
"A man should know what he wants,". She melted instantly; eyes locked on mine—pure submission. she breathed, lips inches away.
"I am glad you do…. Because a woman, should also know, what her man wants… Ahhnn~ Slluurrpp~". Then she opened her mouth.
She knew. Knew I needed to see her consumed by me. And she went for it like she was starving. Didn't just take me—devoured my cock. Her mouth was blissfully hot and wet like sexual heaven. And her tongue? It was Magic.
"Lick…♥ Suck Schlurp. Aah! SSchluuup!!". Loud, filthy sounds filled the room. Each suck shot straight to my brain. I gripped her hair, holding her there, anchoring myself.
"You look so damn good with my cock in your mouth, Grandma," I growled, the word dirty against the act. "So, fucking beautiful….".
"Thank you, Malysh~ Slllrrpp~ and I loved this too, Lick…♥ Suck …Hmmm~ Mmph, slurp, mm, mmm.". Her eyes glistened with tears.
She loved and Proud to be my little cocksucker right now, and the looks of her right now, almost pushed me over right there. She took me deeper, throat working, swallowing around me.
"Ugh... Ughk… GUK! GUUK! COUGH!! SCHULP! SCHLUUPPP!!!…".
Choking sounds, perfectly echoed in the room. I felt her throat clenching, milking me as hard as it can, eager to pleased me. She didn't stop. Didn't come up for air. Head bobbing frantically, nose buried in my skin. All in. Breaking me. The orgasm exploded from my core. My hip bucked off the bed.
*Coming!" I roared—and grabbed her blonde hair and slammed my hip up, instead of pulling back, she sucked even harder and frantic, her hands digging into my thighs, as she took my cock all the way, with her throat stretched and clamping tight.
"SSPPLLUUURRT!!! SSPPLLUUURRT!!!". First blast hit like a quake, violently pulsing. My body arched, muscles locked in with ecstasy.
"Slllrrpp… Gulp! Gulp! Gluck! Slllrrpp!!". She swallowed desperately, her cheeks bulged and her eyes watered. Thought she'd choke, but she fought it, gulping down every drop.
"AAHH!!! Fuucckk!~". I moaned, like an animal. I Collapsed back down to the bed, really spent and satisfied, Heart pounding like a drum.
Nadia sat back, wiping her mouth. Face flushed, lips swollen. Eyes shining with triumph. She opened her mouth—clean tongue.
"GULP! Ahh,". she sighed, pure satisfaction as she managed to drink it all. Proudly showing me, that this is what she can do for me.
I cupped her cheek, gentle. "Love seeing you like this, grandma," I said, voice wrecked. "Eager to be submissive, loved to pleased me, that's how I want my wife, to be,".
A wicked glint sparked in her eyes. "So," she rasped, "I'm your wife now? Not your grandma anymore?".
"Of course, you still are, Nadia... on paper, you're my grandma, but alone, and in this room? You're my wife, My woman, now…" I smirked.
"Such a charmer, my Malysh… oh, now, my Muzh,". she said softly. Now, changing to my husband, that word hit harder than any orgasm.
She curled against me, head on my chest. We lay there in the ruins of what we were, content, satiated and happy. Nadia and me nodded off for a little bit. When I woke up, the air in Nadia's room was thick. Like, really thick. Smelled like sweat, her fancy rosewater perfume, and… well, us. Just hung there, clinging to my skin like a sticky reminder of what just happened.
Felt less like sex and more like… reclaiming something. Taking back what was mine. Sunlight, gone all deep orange now, cut through the window, lighting up dust motes dancing in the air like tired little ghosts.
I was sprawled on my back, totally wiped out in the best way. Heart still thumping steady against my ribs, sweat cooling on my chest. That feeling of her, tight and desperate around me? Still echoing down there, soft and fading. Beside me, Nadia shifted with this little hiss.
"Akh… moy sladkiy…". Her voice was wrecked. Hoarse from all those cries and pleas just minutes ago.
I turned my head on the pillow, just looking at her. Traced the lines on her face, elegant even worn out. Sweat shining on her temples, her neck. My eyes drifted down, kinda possessive. Over those amazing breasts, rising and falling slow. Down her soft stomach, still trembling a little. All the way down.
There it was, the proof, plain as day. Her silver curls down there? Matted, glistening with… the mix of my spunk and hers. The skin on her inner thighs was flushed deep pink. And right at the center… her pussy was swollen red, Puffy. And Well-used by me. This wave of pure satisfaction hit me. Hot and deep. I did that. Me. Reduced this maternal, elegant woman to a trembling, spent mess.
"You're sore, grandma,". I said, my voice low and rough in the quiet. I felt a little bad now, but I do not regret taking her as my wife.
"Sore? Da... But it is a good kind of soreness, Muzh…. The soreness a proper woman feels… when she's been properly… conquered.". She turned her head. Those sharp blue eyes were hazy now, soft. A slow, proud smile touched her lips. She let that word hang there. Meaningful words for and me, her hand – smooth skin but strong – found mine on the sheet. Fingers laced through mine, lovingly tight.
"You… you were an animal, my Muzh,". she murmured, her accent thicker with tiredness.
"So… assertive, so dominating… from now on, if it was me, don't ask, do not, timidly request… Just take it, claimed what was yours….properly, as a man should, alright?". She squeezed my hand, pulling me back into the memory.
"PAH!" My hand smacking her full ass. Sharp sound in the quiet room. Her gasp wasn't pain. Pure shock.
"Again," she'd begged, voice already cracking. "PAH! PAH!"
Back in the present, she squeezed my hand again.
"If you see what you want… and you have the strength," her eyes flicked down my body, "the prowess… to reach out and take it… take it properly like a man, fill a woman so completely she forgets her own name… remembers only his."
My own memories flooded back. Vivid. Her nails digging into my back as I drove into her. Again. And again. Her head thrown back, throat working, trying to make words but only sounds coming out.
"Ugh. Ughk." Choked out when I shifted angle, hitting deep. Her eyes rolling back.
"You like that?" I'd growled in her ear, voice feral. Barely mine. "Like taking all of me?"
"Yesh! Yesh! I LOVED IT!! BRAND MY WOMB!!". Her answer? A desperate, nodding sob. Body clenching around me like a vice. Almost finished me right there.
"Schlurp. Schluuup." The wet, filthy sound of my thrusts filled the room. Rhythm to our pounding hearts. "PAH! Schlurp. PAH! Schluuup.".
"I am… proud of you, my sun,". Nadia whispered now, pulling me out of it.
"So, Proud and blessed that you have this fire... in you, So, proud that you chose to unleash it… on me.". Nadia said to me so lovingly and warmly, that it touched me in both emotional way and also in sexual way.
Her words settled deep inside of me. Lighting up my ego like a bonfire and also making me feel proud of myself. It felt like a blessing an anointing, that she saw the shift between us not just family anymore, but me as a man, HER man, a man that can do anything to her and would love her unconditionally as she had done to me. I brought her knuckles to my lips. Kissed them gently. Weirdly chaste after all that.
"You should rest, grandma.". I said. Tone left no argument. The voice of the man who'd just owned her. "Just sleep it off, let your body recover for tonight, I am sure that Cathy and the others handle the dinner for tonight,".
"Spasibo, yes… Little rest... Just a little…". She sighed, deep and utterly content, sinking into her pillows. Pure gratitude washed over her face. Natalia who used to commanded everything, now happy to be commanded.
I watched her eyelids flutter shut, her breathing deepened as she almost instantly into sleep. Carefully I scoot off, so I wouldn't jostle the bed, I slid out from the warm sheets. Cool air hit my skin. I stood there a moment, just looking at her. My grandmother, now my lover was sleeping, as she proudly wearing the marks left by me.
My eyes stuck on the faint red handprint on her hip and massive ass, The love bite blooming above her breast, and my teeth marks on her nipples. Slow grin spread across my face. The tension humming between us for weeks? Not just resolved. But turned into a solid bond, as she becomes my woman now.
Pulled on my boxers. Soft cotton felt weird after all that raw energy. Padded silently across the rug. Paused at her door. One last look. She murmured in her sleep, soft and happy. Legs shifted slightly. Feeling the ache, I left.
Pulled the door shut with a soft click. Stepped into the hallway. Walking to my room felt like a victory march. Every step felt more grounded and powerful. The strain in my lower back? Trophy. The heavy satisfaction down below? Trophy. Thigh muscles burning? Trophy.
Right now, to me, the room felt... familiar, but weirdly different. Like I was different, that guy who left here a few hours ago? Who still has doubt about whether sex was good or not is gone. Looking at the full-length mirror hanging on the door. I Stared at myself.
My hair? Is a total bird's nest. Three long, faint scratches across my chest from her nails, Lips kinda swollen. But my eyes... man, that's what got me. my gaze had this new calm, smug and it almost looks Primal, like a hunter who didn't just catch his prey... but got a damn trophy for it. This thing with Nadia? Way more than just a win. It was like... proof, Solid proof to myself that, it worked a proof that I could pull it off. That this is my natural state, this is how it should be, and it was truly okay to lust and fuck like crazy.