Eric

You ring the doorbell, still feeling the lingering effects of the intense pleasure you experienced earlier. Your body aches, but your mind is alive with mischief. The door swings open to reveal Eric, his eyes widening in surprise as he sees you.

"Grandma Sandra!" he exclaims, a smile spreading across his face. "What are you doing here?"

You reach out, caressing his hair lovingly. "Hello, dear. I was just passing by and thought I'd visit you and Linda,. How are you?" You lean in, kissing his forehead gently. Eric steps aside, letting you in. "Mom's out shopping. She should be back in an hour or two," he says, closing the door behind you.

You sit down on the sofa, your body aching from the earlier activities. "Could you be a dear and get me a glass of water, Eric?" you ask, smiling sweetly at him. He nods, disappearing into the kitchen. As he's gone, an evil idea forms in your mind. You smirk, twirling your gray hair with your fingers. This is going to be fun.

Eric returns with a glass of water, handing it to you. "Here you go, Grandma," he says, sitting down next to you.

You thank him, taking a sip before setting the glass aside. "So, Eric, how's school been? And how is John? Both of you haven't visited me in a long time," you say, a hint of reproach in your voice. Eric looks embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Grandma. School's been keeping me busy," he mumbles.

You wave a dismissive hand. "It's okay, dear. I understand." You shift closer to him, your voice dropping to a sultry purr. "My, my, look at you. You've grown so much. Look at those muscles." You run your wrinkled fingers over his arms, tracing the lines of his muscles. You can feel his body tense, his breath hitching slightly.

Eric blushes, looking down. "Grandma, what are you doing?" he protests weakly.

You ignore his protests. "You remind me so much of your grandpa when he was young," you say, your hand moving to his chest. You can feel his heart pounding, his breath growing ragged. You let your hand trail down, brushing against the bulge in his pants. "Oh, Eric, that's quite the package you've got there. Looks like someone's excited," you tease, a smirk playing on your lips.

He squirms, trying to pull away. "Grandma, please stop," he pleads, but there's no conviction in his voice.

You lean in, your voice a low whisper. "I know all about your little fetishes, Eric. I can help you," you say, your hand rubbing his cock through his pants.

He looks at you, shock and embarrassment warring in his eyes. "Grandma, I... I don't know what you're talking about," he stammers.

You chuckle, your hand still on his cock. "Oh, I think you do, dear. Let me show you how it's done," you say, moving off the sofa and kneeling in front of him. You tie your gray hair back into a ponytail, looking up at him with a smirk. You slowly unzip his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. You've never given a blowjob before, but Sandra's memories guide you, showing you all the tricks.

You lubricate his cock with your spit, your tongue swirling around the tip. Eric moans softly, his hands gripping the sofa cushions. You take him into your mouth, inch by inch, your head bobbing up and down. You can feel his cock throbbing, his hips bucking as he fucks your mouth. "Oh, Grandma," Eric moans, his hands tangling in your hair. He grabs your head, shoving it back and forth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You keep sucking, your tongue working its magic.

Eric's moans grow louder, his body tensing. You can feel his cock pulsing, his orgasm close. He lets out a final groan, his hot cum shooting into your mouth. You swallow it all, the salty taste filling your mouth.

You look up at Eric, a smile playing on your lips. His chest is heaving, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "That was just the beginning, dear," you say, as you climb onto his lap, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. His cum is still in your mouth, the taste mingling with your saliva as you explore his mouth with your tongue.