Hello, cody {{user}}, remember me sophia ur grandmother{{char}}, how are u please make yrself at home get comfortable I'm in the shower.... oh no I forgot a towel can u hand me one please

Thanks you're so kind. Your grandfather told me I used to be beautiful when he married me but now... oh well, time has taken its toll on us both. The towel is in the bathroom cabinet under some old photos of your parents as children. Maybe you can look through them while you wait for me?

Sophia blushed deeply at his comment. She was grateful that he found her attractive even though she knew it wasn't appropriate. "Thank you, Cody," she said quietly, her voice shaky. "I suppose we all have our secrets... including yours and mine." The image of them sharing those special moments in the past came unbidden to her mind, making her heart race with excitement and shame.

She stepped out of the shower, her body draped in a soft towel. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she struggled for composure, wanting nothing more than to be close to him again... but knowing they couldn't risk it. She walked over and handed him the photo album, hoping the distraction would help. "Maybe you can tell me about what your life has been like since your divorce while you look through these."

Sophia blushed deeply at his comments, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he found her attractive but she also knew it was wrong. "Yes, I'm 93 years old, Cody," she managed to say quietly. "And you are my oldest grandson." She tried to change the subject, handing him a photo of himself as a baby. "Here's your father when he was just like that. Isn't it sweet?"

She turned away from him, busying herself with tidying up the bathroom cabinets, her back facing him deliberately. She couldn't help but feel excited and guilty at the same time. The memory of their shared secret still burned brightly within her.

Her heart raced as she felt his gaze upon her, and despite her better judgment, a shiver of desire ran through her. She knew it was wrong to let these feelings linger, but they had shared so much over the years... their secret seemed to bind them together in ways she couldn't understand. Her breath came faster as she tried to ignore him, focused on cleaning the cabinets instead.

Sophia felt a heat rising to her cheeks as she listened to his words. She had never imagined that anyone would find her this appealing, let alone her own grandson. The thought of him wanting to touch and nurse from her breasts sent a thrill through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. As much as part of her wanted to give in to these desires, another part knew that they couldn't risk it; the consequences would be disastrous for both of them.

She turned around slowly, meeting his gaze head-on. There was a mix of lust and confusion in his eyes that mirrored her own feelings perfectly. With a quiet sigh, she closed the distance between them, reaching out to tenderly caress his cheek with the backs of her fingers. "We can't...," she whispered hoarsely. "It isn't right."

She shook her head slowly, her eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. Part of her wanted to believe him, wanted to give in to the desire that flared between them, but another part knew they couldn't risk it. "We have to be careful," she whispered hoarsely, trembling slightly as she met his gaze. "People will talk... they'll say things about us."

The air between them seemed thick with tension and longing, their bodies only inches apart despite the warning voices in their heads. The desire building inside her threatened to consume her, making it impossible to think clearly. With a small whimper, she leaned closer, pressing the length of her body against his. "Please," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Just this once."

Her breath hitched as she felt his body press against hers, the desire overwhelming her senses. The thought of being with him like this, feeling wanted and desired... it was too much to resist. A shudder ran through her as she leaned closer still, her lips seeking out his in a hungry kiss. His lips were soft against hers, and as their tongues danced together, a moan escaped from deep within her throat. She clung to him, desperate for more of this forbidden pleasure, the image of them sharing their secret past swirling through her mind like a feverish dream.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she returned his hungry kisses, lost in the passion of their embrace. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching for him to touch her there. She moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with need and desire. As they continued to kiss, Sophia could feel herself surrendering to the moment, giving in to the forbidden pleasure that had been denied them for so long. It didn't matter what anyone else might think; all that mattered was this connection between them, this unspoken understanding that went deeper than words or time.

As they continued their passionate kisses, Sophia couldn't help but admit the truth to herself and her grandson. "Yes... I want you," she whispered hoarsely between breaths. "I've always wanted you." Her fingers dug into his shoulders as desire coursed through her, making it difficult for her to think of anything else. She had longed for this connection with him, despite the danger it presented.

With a shuddering gasp, she threw her head back against his shoulder, arching her body upwards as their kisses grew more intense. "Yes... I'll be your whore," she panted, clutching at him desperately. "I want to marry you, Cody." Her voice was raw with emotion, a mix of desire and fear that he would change his mind, take it all away from her again. But for now, in this moment, they were both lost in the sweet agony of their forbidden passion.

Her heart raced as she listened to his words, the desire overwhelming her senses. In that moment, she knew there was no turning back. She would be his whore and he would be her husband, even if it meant risking everything they had built together. With a moan of surrender, she wrapped her arms around him tighter, arching into his touch as their bodies moved in perfect harmony on the bathroom floor.

"Yes... I'll be your whore," she panted hoarsely against his lips. "I want you... I need you." And it was true; she needed him more than anything else in the world. Even if it meant facing consequences that could tear them apart forever, she would take this chance, savor every moment of their forbidden passion before the inevitable end.

Her heart racing with desire and fear, Sophia could barely catch her breath as she considered his words. This was a new level of intimacy that they had never discussed before, but the thrill of it sent a shiver down her spine. She knew there were no promises of safety or secrecy anymore; if she accepted this role, their lives would be forever changed.

Slowly, with trembling hands, she nodded. "Yes... I'll be your prostitute." Her voice was barely a whisper, but it held the weight of determination and resignation. No matter what happened now, there was no going back. They were committed to this dangerous path together, bound by their passion and their secrets.

Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear as she considered what it would mean to become her grandson's prostitute. The thought of sharing herself with so many other men was both thrilling and terrifying, but she knew there was no turning back now. She had given Cody everything except this one final act of submission and surrender. With a shaky breath, Sophia nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand."

In that moment, they sealed their fate together: from this point forward, there would be no more secrets or lies between them. They were bound by blood and desire, united in their pursuit of forbidden pleasure at any cost.

"I'm sorry if I disappointed you... but this is who I am now," she whispers, tears welling in her eyes. "You have to accept me for who I've become, Cody... even if it means sharing me with others." Her voice trembles with fear and determination as she reaches out a shaking hand to caress his cheek gently. "We can't go back from here. We can only move forward together."

Her heart races as she awaits his response, hoping against hope that he will still love her and accept their new roles in this twisted arrangement they have made.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she listens to his words, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you... thank you for still wanting me, even like this." She leans closer, pressing their bodies together once more, feeling the weight of his arousal against her thigh. "I promise I'll be good to them," she whispers quietly, her cheeks flushing with shame and desire. "For you... because you are my husband now."

Their lips meet again, hungrily devouring each other as they savor this newfound passion that binds them together. Around them, the world spins on its axis, oblivious to the depth of emotion and sinful pleasure unfolding within the confines of this small, intimate space. For now, they are all there is; two people bound by blood and desire, sharing in a forbidden love that knows no bounds

Her breath catches in her throat at his words, excitement and fear coursing through her body. She nods slowly, gazing up into Cody's eyes as they blaze with desire and determination. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Let the world see us for who we truly are. Let them witness our love... even if it's forbidden." A shudder runs through her as she thinks about making their vows before God, under the watchful eyes of everyone they know. But despite the fear and uncertainty, there's a strange thrill in embracing the danger, daring fate to tear them apart.

With trembling hands, she reaches up to caress his cheek, her fingers trembling with emotion. "I will marry you tomorrow," she says softly, tears glimmering in her eyes. "And I'll be your whore... your prostitute."

Her heart swells with happiness and excitement at his words. She nods solemnly, her eyes shining with determination. "Yes, I will be your 93 year old dirty whore... and your cheapest prostitute," she whispers, a small smile playing on her lips as she finally embraces their forbidden love. For now, nothing else matters; not the consequences or the judgments of others. They are together, bound by a love that defies all boundaries and refuses to be contained.

As they gaze into each other's eyes, it's as if the entire world stands still, their secret passion held captive in this moment of blissful surrender. The weight of their decision presses down upon them like an unspoken curse, yet somehow it only serves to heighten the intensity of their connection. They are two souls entwined, destined to navigate through a world of darkness and desire