Satisfying Hungers

Within a couple minutes, Aaron dried himself and got dressed. But as soon as he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but primp and pose. He was feeling good. He didn't know if it was the shower, or the fact that he finally started to work out, even if it was just a simple set of push-ups. Anything to shake that... unwanted image. But he knew he was stronger than his libido, stronger than some random stress nightmare.

Quickly making his way to the dining room, Aaron rubbed his hands with glee. The knowledge of his favorite type of pizza being on the way having etched a giant smile on his face.

"So! How long until it-"

Stepping through the threshold, his eyes were immediately locked onto a lone figure at the dining table: Abigail, leaning over where she was seated. In one hand, she held her head, with her eyes locked in kind on him, while her other hand circled around the rim of the wine glass on the table. The top three buttons on her blouse were wide open, giving Aaron a perfect view of her breasts. Her salt and pepper hair, normally done up and away from her face, was loose and framing her face, all to make sure that Aaron would notice how full her bright red lips were, currently in a sexy pout.

"...Comes?"

Abigail gave a warm, throaty chuckle as she sat up straight. Her hands subtly slid to the table, as she slowly thrust her chest out. Proudly putting her full and firm D Cups on display for her favorite grandson.

"If you ask me," Abby purred as she grabbed her glass. "I'm more of a "take your time" gal, myself."

She took a long sip, keeping her eyes locked on Aaron's as she let the wine fill her mouth, holding every drop in her mouth until they began to bulge. Tilting her head back, she slowly drank what was in her mouth, savoring it until, several sips later, she at last finished her drink with a kiss aimed at the man standing on the opposite side before licking her lips.

"After all, the longer, the better."

Aaron's cock throbbed, threatening to rip itself out of its confines and charge at the 69 year old slut of its own accord.

"Y-you're definitely, uh... overdressed, Nana."

Abigail smiled wryly as she stood up, causing Aaron's eyes to bug out more at the tight pencil skirt being strained by an ass and pair of legs that looked like they belonged on a women 3 years her junior. With every step, her body projected nothing but desire. The way she purposefully made her fake tits jiggle, the minx like walk to show off the curves of her hips. Every motion chosen, the motion of a predator on the prowl as she sauntered up to the handsome man in the doorway until she was upon him. Her beautiful crystal blue eyes peering deeply into his.

"Are you saying you want me to get into something a little more comfortable, sweetie?", she purred as her hands glided across Aaron's chest and over his shoulders before wrapping them behind his neck.

At that moment, something in Aaron clicked. The years of innuendo. The way Abigail always preferred him over his sister, Susan. The intimacy she always showed him. The way she demanded more of his attention every since he was a teenager. The fact that she was almost always in her underwear or swimsuit when he came over alone.

"Nana," Aaron replied, sliding his hands across her hips and grabbing her full and surprisingly firm ass, forcing a little moan out of her. "Are you implying what I think you're implying?"

"Please," she whispered as she leaned in closer to him, her face almost in contact with his. "I think we're about to go beyond that, now. Call me Abby..."

With nothing to keep them from each other anymore, the hunger for food was replaced by the hunger for something more carnal. More intimate. More passionate, as their lips met, unleashing within each other the fire that had been building into a beautiful supernova of sexual tension and mutual attraction.