I had listened in silence through most of this, but deciding to just stir the pot slightly, complimented, “Nana, you are still a very beautiful woman.”
“Thank you, honey,” Nana smiled.
Elizabeth seemed to be enjoying the massage as she complimented her mom too, “Mom, I hope to look as good as you do when I’m your age.”
“Well, you have my DNA,” Nana encouraged, “so you have a good chance.”
Mom quipped playfully, “So I’ll be hot forever.”
“You’re a Channing, so of course you’ll be,” Nana replied. “As will you too Elizabeth, if you work on becoming less intense and judgmental.”
Elizabeth denied the aspersion, as I put pressure on the sole of her foot, “I’m not judgmental.”
Mom scoffed.
Elizabeth glared at her.
Mom said sarcastically, “No, not judgmental at all.”
“Girls,” Nana said. “The only guarantee in life that can’t be changed is that you two have each other. Love can come and go, friends too, but family is always with us.”
Mom responded, “Sorry Elizabeth, I was being judgmental.”
“I’m sorry too,” Elizabeth said.
I added jokingly, “I’m sorry too.”
Nana said, “A man who says he’s sorry? I didn’t know one existed.”
Elizabeth joked for the first time, “Yeah, I’ve never met one. I thought it was a myth like the Loch Ness Monster, or a government that actually tries to benefit the people who elected it.”
“To dream the impossible dream,” Mom sang.
I laughed along with the ladies, as I moved to Elizabeth’s other foot, and hinted at my true intentions with my Aunt, glancing momentarily under her skirt, “I always dream the impossible dream.”
“That you do,” Nana smirked, her tone rather obvious to me, but Elizabeth was oblivious to her sexual implications.
The conversation shifted to work and other generic things as I massaged Auntie’s feet, toes and calves… this last causing Auntie to look down at me, surprised I was going so high, but she didn’t say anything.
That night I turned in, my cock raging, after Aunt Elizabeth had gone to bed in my room, I generously having offered to sleep on the couch, since Nana was already occupying the guest room.
Once the house was quiet, I snuck into her room and whispered, “Nana. You still awake?”
She whispered, “I can’t sleep until I get my bedtime warm milk.”
“Luckily, I have some with me,” I added, as I gently closed the door and joined her on the bed. “And it’s homemade.”
“My favourite,” she smiled, as she pulled the covers off to reveal she was in a short see-through nightie and still wearing her thigh highs.
“I’m happy you kept the nylons on,” I approved, as I slid my hand up the sheer nylons.
“Anything for my man,” Nana responded.
I joined her on the bed and moved on top of her into a 69, wanting to taste her pussy.
“Mmmmmm, my favourite number,” Nana purred.
I agreed, “Mine too,” as I leaned down and began licking her pussy, just as Nana began sucking my cock.
For a few minutes I licked slowly, Nana sucked slowly… both of us warming up and teasing each other.
Finally, Nana moaned “Please come and fuck me, Grandson.”
“Roll onto your side,” I ordered, which she quickly did, as eager to get fucked as I was to fuck her… the innumerable innuendos from the evening, as well as the lengthy foot massages, having my balls boiling.