I Rather Wanna Fuck Than Piano Lessons

Title: “Grandma’s Lessons: A Mature Passion Unleashed”

Meet Elaine, a dashing European cougar who’s always had a penchant for the forbidden fruit of youth. At a mature 45, with a body that’s the envy of women half her age and a mind that’s as sharp as a serpent’s tongue, she’s been known to make the young bucks weak in the knees.

Recently, Elaine’s husband gifted her a piano, hoping to ignite a new passion. But as the seemingly earnest grandmother sat at the bench, her Caribbean blue eyes twinkling with mischief, she couldn’t help but imagine the piano transfer her desires onto a willing young man. She yearned for that innocent touch, the exploration of youthful lust, the spike in her heartbeat, and the endorphin rush that only forbidden fruit could give.

That’s when her grandson, Liam, walked in. The innocent 20-year-old was home for the holidays, his naivete as refreshing as morning dew. Elaine felt a fire kindling in her core, a mix of lust and protectiveness that was uniquely hers.

“Liam, sweetheart,” she purred, patting the bench beside her. “Why don’t you come sit next to grandma? I’ve always wanted to teach you how to play.”

Liam, ever the obedient grandson, settled beside her. Elaine felt his warmth, smelled his cologne, and felt her breath hitch. She glanced down at his jeans, noting the sizeable bulge hidden beneath. The old granny in her stirred.

“Oh Liam,” she sighed, her hand drifting to his thigh, “you’ve grown up so fast. Grandma’s very proud of you.”

Her hand moved Higher, eliciting a gasp from Liam. “Gramma! What are you doing?”

Elaine smirked, her glasses glinting in the light. “Shh, baby boy. Grandma’s just…helping you express yourself.”

And express himself he did. As Elaine’s hand rubbed higher up his thigh, Liam’s breathing grew heavier. His jeans tented obscenely, drawing Elaine’s gaze like a moth to a flame. “My, my,” she purred, “seems like someone’s piano key is already playing a tune.”

Her other hand drifted to Liam’s chest, feeling the steady thu-thump of his heart. She leaned in, her whispered words a string of sin in his ear: “Wouldn’t you rather fuck than piano lessons, baby boy? Grandma knows all the right notes to play…”