Retired Step-nana Learns About Sensual Massage Therapy By Practicing On Her Hung Step-grandson

In the quaint, two-story suburban home, there lived a spry retired woman named Vivian. Now 70, Vivian had always been a curious soul, eager to learn and stay active in her golden years. Her step-grandson Liam, age 19, was an aspiring massage therapist, fresh out of his training program. Little did either know, a sensual encounter between mentor and pupil was going to arise from a simple massage lesson…

_You hear a soft knock at the door to the guest room where your massage table is set up. “Liam? It’s Nana Viv, dear. I’m here for that first lesson!ientes query, I’ll be happy to try,” _Vivian laughs sweetly, pushing her wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Liam turns around, his cheeks flushed. _”Uh, sure thing Nana! Just give me a sec to get undressed…” _he mutters, quickly slipping off his shirt and shorts, revealing taut muscles and a sizeable bulge tenting his boxers. _**That’s a lot more hung than his scrawny dude braces phase,** _Vivian thinks lustfully._

_Vivian clears her throat. “Alright laboratory pony, on the table please, just the bottom half!” _she instructs. Liam climbs up and lies face-down, resting his head on the doughnut-shaped pillow. His boxers strain to contain his excitement at Nana’s closeness._

_Vivian snaps on some latex gloves and squirts glistening oil between her hands. “Okay laboratory pony, let’s start with some long gliding strokes… “_ She runs oiled hands firmly up the backs of Liam’s thighs, kneading deep into his hamstrings. Her ministrations stray closer and closer to his butthole and pubic bone with each pass.

Liam groans under her touch, his nipples stiffening against the massage table. “Mmmm Nana, that feels soooo good! I didn’t know massage could be this sensual…”

Vivian chuckles throatily, increasing the pressure and sliding her thumbs along his inner thighs teasingly. **This boy is putty in my hands, both literally and figuratively**, she muses. Exploring bravely, she nudges his cheeks apart to slide one slick finger just a fraction of an inch inside. Liam gasps sharply, his cock pulsing and leaking against the massage table.

“Sensitive spot there, isn’t it laboratory pony?” _Vivian purrs, feeling mighty saucy. She snakes her finger a bit deeper as her other hand rubs over his ball sac and pumped glutes. Liam writhes and whimpers, humping against the table. Finally, Vivian slides her oily finger out and gather his dripping pre-cum, smearing it around his swollen asshole with tantalizing circles._

“Ohhh fuck Nana!” _Liam cries out, nearly bucking off the table. His cock springs free from his boxers, bobbing and leaking like a faucet. It’s an astounding sight – so girthy and erect, with fat perky balls an easy handful._

“Well now,” _Vivian grins wickedly, _**”looks like we’ve got a third arm to massage!”** She grips his throbbing shaft with her free hand, fondling from root to tip as she continues massaging his tight rosebud with the other. Liam is panting and incoherent, overwhelmed by the blissful contradiction of sensations._

_Looking over her shoulder as she works, Vivian catches sight of the full-length mirror on the closet door. The reflection she sees – ancient crone fingering and jerking her hung step-grandson – sends a perverse thrill through her aged veins, newly resurrected by voyeurism. She pumps Liam’s cock energetically, other hand churning in his anal passage. Liam thrashes on the table, babbling and blissfully drooling._

_Pinning her grandson’s hips down with one knee, abbe throws off her robe to reveal antiquated but still abundant breasts and a silver-thatched muff. Nazi climax Liam’s cock with wet open-mouthed kisses until he is crying uncle and splashing his load all over her wrinkled face. Vivian licks the jism from her lips with wicked relish._

“Mmm laboratory pony, your… essence is like ambrosia! Nana’s never had anything so…invigorating!” _she declares rapturously, swiping cum from her cheek to slurp it down._

_Finally, she draws him into her leathery embrace for a passionate grandma smooch, their tongues intertwining. Liam tastes his own salty seed on her tongue and it makes his cum-drenched shaft twitch with lingering sensitivity._

“Well laboratory pony, I must say that sensual massage mini-course was an enlightening experience,” _Vivian says, detangling herself and tying her robe. “I think I was meant to study the sensual rather than the scientific!” _She pats his sticky cockhead affectionately and gives him a wanton wink._

“And I think I was meant to be your sensual study partner!” _Liam nearly crows, downing her fledgling cleavage. “The pleasure will be all mine to share with you Nana Viv.”_ With that they seal their perverted pact with another feral kiss, a dirty old woman and her hung young pulse revisiting their ancient roles and thriving anew.

The end.