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

Her heart pounds in anticipation at his words, her body trembling with desire and fear. She nods slowly, her eyes locked on his as they flicker with emotion. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I will show you how much I love you... in front of everyone." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of giving herself so freely to another man, but there's a thrill in it too - the knowledge that she's breaking every rule and boundary they once held dear.

With trembling hands, she reaches up to caress his cheek, her fingertips tracing the rough stubble on his skin. "I want this," she says softly, her voice catching in her throat. "I want you... I want our love." She looks deep into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or regret, but finds only burning desire and acceptance looking back at her

Her breath catches in her throat as she thinks about giving herself so completely to another man, even as she stands at the altar with Cody. The thought of pleasuring someone else while he watches brings a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. For now, all that matters is their forbidden love, and the fact that they are willing to risk everything for it. She looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign of objection or disapproval, but finds only acceptance and desire reflected back at her.

"I'll do it," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "For you... for our love."

Her heart races as she listens to his words, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. "I'll do it," she whispers hoarsely, her gaze locked on his as they both envision the scene playing out in their minds. The thought of being shared, of showing Cody just how much she loves him by pleasing another man... it ignites a fire inside her that burns brighter than anything else. She nods slowly, taking a shaky breath as she prepares herself for the depravity that lies ahead.

"I'm yours," she tells him, her voice soft yet filled with determination. "Our love is ours alone... no matter what we have to do to keep it."

Her cheeks flush as she listens to his words, anger and hurt flickering across her features. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring the image of him before her as she takes a deep breath to steady herself. "I accept," she says hoarsely, voice shaking with emotion. "To marry you... but only because I love our forbidden love."

She looks away for a moment, gathering her courage before meeting his gaze once more. There's a fierce determination in her eyes now, a defiance that refuses to be broken. "And I will hurt you," she whispers, each word cutting like a knife through the air between them. "I will make sure you feel every ounce of pain and betrayal that comes with knowing this is your life now."

Her body trembles with emotion, her heart racing as she awaits his reaction to her defiance.

She stares back at him, anger and defiance burning bright in her eyes. "I am not your whore," she spits out through clenched teeth, every word dripping with venom. "And I will never belong to you. You may have my body for now, but it's only because I chose to share it."

Her chest heaves with emotion as she forces the words past her lips. "You are nothing more than a distraction to me... a means to an end. And when this is all over, you'll be left with nothing but memories of what could have been."

Her breath hitches in her throat as she listens to his words, anger and shame burning through every fiber of her being. "I don't love you," she finally manages to say, voice raw with emotion. "I only did this because I thought it was what we wanted... what would keep us together."

She closes her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the weight of his accusations and the memories that threaten to overwhelm her. "But now I know... I just want it to end. I want my life back." Her words are soft but laced with desperation, a plea for understanding that she knows will likely go unheeded.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to wipe away the tears that have started to stream down her face, trying in vain to regain some semblance of composure before they reach their destination.

The words cut deep, but she refuses to show it. "I'll always be your whore," she whispers through gritted teeth. "And I'll make sure everyone knows it." Her heart races as she pictures herself in the future, surrounded by young men who pay for her body and attention. It's a dark, twisted reality that she has willingly embraced... but deep down, there is still some sliver of hope that one day she might find a way out.

She forces a shaky breath, trying to compose herself as they stand there in the shadows. "And when you watch me with them," she continues quietly, "when you see me pleasure them and laugh with them... remember this moment." She pauses, eyes burning with unshed tears. "Remember how much I truly hate you."

Her voice breaks on the last word, anger and sorrow warring within her as they

Her words feel like knives slicing through her own heart, each syllable an accusation that cuts deeper than anything he could have said aloud. But still she continues, unable to stem the tide of bitterness and resentment that flows from her lips. "And when you see me smile at them, when I kiss their faces and hold their hands... remember that it's all for you. It's all because of what we have become." She closes her eyes, trying to shut out the image of him from her mind, focusing instead on the pain and the hurt that fill her heart.

Her voice drops to a whisper, barely audible even in the stillness of the night. "Remember that no matter what I do, how much I try to please them... it will never be enough."

Her words are bitter and angry, yet there's a strange sense of freedom in admitting the truth to herself. "Yes," she hisses, opening her eyes to glare at him once more. "And I will always find a way to make sure everyone knows it." She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself as she continues. "I am no one's wife anymore... only a cheap whore, out for money and attention." The pain in her voice is palpable, but there's an edge of defiance that refuses to be silenced. "And I will never apologize for it."

She spits his words back at him venomously. "And you are nothing but a pathetic old man, incapable of satisfying your own wife that you chose to marry a cheap whore instead!" Her voice breaks on the last word, her anger and hurt threatening to engulf her entirely. Despite everything, she still can't help but feel a twinge of shame at the thought of being so easily replaced. "You don't deserve any better than me," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes burning with unshed tears. "And I will make sure everyone knows it."

She turns away from him, wanting nothing more than to be alone with her hate and bitterness. The weight of their secrets presses down upon her, making it difficult to breathe as she struggles against the memories and emotions that threaten to consume her. But despite the pain and the turmoil, there's a small

"I hate you," she whispers venomously. "And I'll always hate you for what we've become." Her voice breaks on the last word, a mixture of anger and despair escaping her lips as she struggles to accept the truth they have created together. "But even if I wanted to deny it... there's no going back now."

With one final look at him, filled with loathing and disgust, she turns away, unable to bear his presence any longer. Her steps are steady, her shoulders squared, as she walks towards the future that awaits her: a life of shame and degradation, but also one of freedom from the shackles of their twisted love. Behind her, he stands there silent and brooding, no doubt savoring every last bit of pain and suffering she leaves in his wake. But for now, she is content to leave him with nothing more

"It doesn't matter," she spits out through gritted teeth, tears streaming down her face. "You can watch all you want. They all know who I am now... and they'll take what they want from me, whether you like it or not." She shakes with rage as she speaks, unable to contain the fury that burns inside her.

With one final glance back at him, filled with anguish and hatred, she turns away again, faster this time. There is no going back now... only forward, into a world of shame and degradation, but also one where she finally has control over her own life. And as she walks further and further away from the man who once claimed to love her, she can almost taste the freedom that awaits her.

"I am going where I choose," she snarls through clenched teeth, her fists shaking with anger as she continues to walk away. "And you can't stop me." Her voice breaks on the last word, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fights back tears of shame and betrayal. But even as her heart aches with the loss of what they once had, there's a strange sense of freedom in finally being free from him... and all his expectations.

She walks faster now, blinded by the tears that stream down her face, but refusing to look back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he truly hurts her. For once in her life, she is making a choice for herself... and there's no going back from it.

She stops abruptly, her shoulders quivering as she struggles to control the emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. "I could never go back," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head slowly as tears stream down her face. "Even if I wanted to." Her voice cracks on the last word, the pain in it almost too much to bear.

Turning away once more, she walks swiftly down the hallway, determined not to look back until she's far enough away that he can't see her anymore. The image of his pleading eyes burning into her back is seared into her mind, a constant reminder of everything they've lost... and everything she's gained in its place.

"I can't go back," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she continues to walk away. "Not after everything that's happened." Tears stream down her face, mingling with the salty tears of bitterness and rage that have been flowing freely since they began their fight.

With one final look over her shoulder, she sees him standing there, his expression a mix of pain and desperation that cuts through her like a knife. She closes her eyes, willing the image away as she takes another step forward, farther from the life she once knew and closer to the freedom she's only just beginning to grasp.

Her heart aches at his words, but she refuses to let him see the pain he's caused. With shaking hands, she wipes away her tears and takes another step forward, her determination growing stronger with every inch they put between them. "I don't belong to you," she whispers through gritted teeth. "And I never will."

She walks faster now, eager to leave this place and the memories it holds behind her forever. She can feel his eyes burning into her back, but she doesn't dare look back. Not yet. Not until he's just a faint memory... and then maybe, only maybe, she'll allow herself the luxury of closure.

Her steps falter as she hears his words, but she doesn't slow down. She knows what he's capable of; she's seen the bruises and the marks left behind by his anger. And yet she can't help but feel a tiny flicker of hope, of rebellion against his dominance. Maybe this is her chance to finally break free, no matter the cost.

She takes another shaky breath and forces herself to move faster, putting more distance between them with every step. Her heart races as she wonders what awaits her on the other side of this decision... but for now, all that matters is escaping from him, and the life they've built together.

Terror grips her as she hears his footsteps behind her, growing ever closer. She can't believe that after everything they've been through, she's still not free. Her heart pounds in her chest, and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to run, trying desperately to escape from his grasp.

With one last surge of adrenaline, she turns a corner and disappears into the darkness, hoping against hope that he won't find her this time. Her mind races with fear and panic, but deep down, there is still a spark of determination burning brightly. She will not go back to him, no matter the cost.

Behind her, his footsteps grow fainter as she loses herself in the shadows, finally free from his grasp... at least for now.

Her heart thuds wildly in her chest as she feels his hands tighten around her arms. She knows there is no escaping him now; he has her trapped. Tears fill her eyes, not from fear or pain this time, but from the knowledge that she will never be free of him.

With a defeated sigh, she looks up at his twisted face and whispers hoarsely, "I'm sorry." It is the only apology she can muster, for betraying him by trying to escape and for not being the perfect whore he desired. She knows there will be no forgiveness, but that doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is enduring this life they have built together, however dark and twisted it may be.

Her heart aches as she looks into his eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or compassion. But all she sees is lust and possessiveness. She takes a shaky breath, struggling to find the words that will placate him. "I'm yours," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "Whatever you want."

Even as the words leave her lips, she knows they are hollow and meaningless. There is no part of her that belongs to anyone else but herself... not even him. But for now, she must play the role he's given her if she wants any chance at surviving this twisted game they call a marriage.

She freezes at his words, horror washing over her as she realizes the depth of his desperation. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers, unable to meet his eyes. "I never meant for things to end like this." She tries to pull away from him but he tightens his grip, forcing her back against his chest.

Part of her wants nothing more than to escape this nightmare and start anew somewhere else, but she knows that the price for freedom is too high. For now, all she can do is endure the life they have built together... and hope that one day, he will find a way to forgive her.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I never meant for it to end like this." Her heart feels as if it's been torn in two; on one hand, she wants nothing more than to escape from his grasp and start anew, but on the other, she can't help but feel a sense of responsibility for the mess they're in.

For a moment, she considers staying, trying once more to make things work between them...but then she thinks of how hollow and meaningless those words would be. It's too late for that now; their love has withered and died, leaving nothing but bitterness and regret in its wake.

With one final look at him, filled with anguish and despair, she turns away, her shoulders slumped in defeat. There is no going back now...only forward, into an uncertain future where

Her heart aches as she hears his final words, but there is no going back now. With one last shaky breath, she turns her back on the life they once shared and walks away, further into the darkness. The weight of their love, once so precious to her, feels like a leaden anchor dragging her down as she trudges forward, each step taking her farther from him...and closer to whatever fate awaits her out there in the world beyond their twisted marriage.