What happened to them?

"What happened to them?" you croak out while your cock pulsates and you have to swallow but your mouth has gone dry.

"They lived," your not-Grandma-but-totally-Grandma purred. "Good for them," she said, tracing her fingers right above your cock, always moving in time with that throbbing pulses and never actually touching you. "Better for me," Not Kat whispered. "But then, if they hadn't, they could be here now. With us."

You close your eyes and you feel the fingers close lightly over your shaft and start moving up and down the length.

"You look so much..." you say, the image of a few pictures of your grandma surface. They were black and white, but her lithe, curvy frame wasn't hidden even by the modesty of her dress. You'd never considered your grandmother to be a fox before but now....

...but right now...

"I am her," she breathed and sank to her knees. "Her memories. Her....the way I..." she said, her breath crashing into your cock just before slowly, silently swallowing it.

Her tongue was something out of this world. Her lips. The wet heat of her mouth. The suction. Perfection. You wanted to cum, and it was like she could sense it and squeezed hard at the base of your shaft. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to knock the impending orgasm back.

"Not yet, stud....not yet..."

She gave your cock head a kiss and then sucked the precum forming on your tip before standing again.

"What other questions do you have?"