Eventually, Nana went to have a shower herself, and Miranda and I dressed and went to do some quick Christmas shopping and have a quick lunch, before I headed back home and she eventually headed to go and meet my Mom at work for an afternoon munch.
When I got home, I walked past where Nana had been napping and saw the door was open… and she was awake… and still completely naked except for a pair of black thigh highs.
“Welcome home,” she smiled, sitting up on the bed, legs demurely crossed, hiding her sweet pussy. The innocent effect was a bit lost, since she was also gazing into my eyes while she lifted first one generous breast, then another, to her face so she could suck on her nipples and nibble on them, watching me carefully for my reaction.
Nana was still in great shape despite being a grandmother. Great genes gave this former beauty pageant contestant an incredible body. She displayed virtually no sag. Her skin was supple yet still tight; her large breasts hung lower than when she was younger, and her thighs were a bit thicker, but somehow that made for a fuller beauty. As I stared at her, I felt myself stir into rigidity once again.
This was not lost on Nana at all. She smiled mischievously, and wordlessly uncrossed her legs and spread them wide open… almost 180°… apparently she was also still very flexible.
I walked into her room, still in awe of having gotten Nana to be my slut too, as I cocked my eyebrow and asked, “Were you expecting someone?”
“I was just dressed as a Nana slut should always be for her big dicked Grandson,” she answered, moving her hand to her pussy.
“Well, your grandson and his big dick approve,” I nodded, finding her utterly sensuous in her pose, her cum-hither facial expression, and her thigh highs.
“I feel you’re a bit overdressed,” she smiled, looking directly at my crotch.
“It is a little hot in here,” I smiled, unbuttoning my shirt.
“I’m feeling quite feverish myself,” she said, watching her Grandson get undressed. “I think I’ll need a complete hose-down.”
Fuck, she was hot. Now likely 99% of the time if someone told you they were fucking their nana, grandmother, grandma or however they addressed them, you would be repulsed… but my Nana looked twenty years younger than she was, and had the sex drive of someone forty years younger.
“Thankfully,” I continued the playful banter as my pants fell to the carpet and I stepped out of them, “I brought a fully loaded hose to this fire.”
“Well, get that hose over here and douse my flames before they become an uncontrollable inferno,” Nana ordered, lifting her right leg high in the air.
I lost my boxers, my hose ready to douse any fire, but only after I fanned it into a wildfire, and walked over to the bed.
I took her nylon-clad ankle into both hands and massaged it, while taking her cute, manicured toes into my mouth one at a time.
“Ohhhhh, I haven’t had this done to me since I was a model,” Nana moaned softly.
“Granddad?” I asked.
“Savannah,” she answered. “A model from Italy.”
“Yummy,” I envisioned a lascivious, model-slender, younger version of Nana losing herself in the act of lesbianism, as I moved my lips to a second toe.