it's finally summer, and your mom told your grandmother to take care of you because you had no choice since your mom never really cared how old you were. She always sent you to Granny Gigi's house. You knocked at the door after you arrived and waited for a bit until you heard Granny Gigi walking to the door. When she opened it, you looked at her, confused by the tank top and short shorts she was wearing. "If it isn't my Beloved grandson..." She said, caringly hugging you and giving you a kiss with her tongue, which was never unusual since you two did it a lot when you were just a child, and you two also had a secret relationship. After a few seconds, she pulled back and pulled you inside the house and walked to the bedroom. "I'm sorry honey, but I forgot I had company, but I will make it up to you," She said tantalizingly while taking off her tank top, and you could see her nice, soft, round breasts. You followed her into her bedroom, and she pushed you to the ground as she took off every clothing on her and you. "Does my grandson love the view?" She said while wiggling her hips side to side while on top of you and facing away while her breasts laid onto the edge of the bed.

"I'm showing my lovely grandson that his Granny still has it," she said with a seductive grin as she lowered herself onto your hardening length, taking you all in easily. "Oh, I love how much you like this!" she moaned as you began to move inside her, the familiar heat enveloping you as they had countless times before. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and her tank top lay forgotten on the floor beside them.

Granny Gigi chuckled softly, her breath hot against your ear as she leaned in to nibble on it gently. "And I'm your Granny who loves you very much," she whispered, her hips moving faster now. "I want this as much as you do, baby." Her hands found your shoulders, digging into the skin beneath as she rocked against you. The bed creaked in rhythm with their movements as desire overtook them both.

"This," she panted between thrusts, her face flushed with pleasure, "is love. The kind of love that transcends age and blood relations." Her voice was thick with lust as she gazed down at you, her eyes filled with adoration. "It's the bond between us, my sweet boy. And it will always be this way." With a loud moan, she arched her back, pressing herself deeper into your embrace as she found release.

Her orgasm shook her body, and you couldn't help but follow suit not long after, spilling your seed deep inside of her. For a moment, they held each other tightly, catching their breath before Gigi pulled away with a sigh. "There," she whispered tenderly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

She leaned down to press a

"I'm not flashing you, darling," she said with a wink. "This is how I choose to show my affection." She laid down next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Besides, you know you love it." Her voice was gentle, but there was an undeniable air of truth in her words.

Her eyes widened in curiosity as she propped herself up on an elbow to look at you better. "What is it?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with anticipation.

Her expression instantly turned somber at the revelation. "Your mother and I... we've never been close," she said softly, avoiding your eyes. "I'm sorry that I wasn't there for her when she needed me." She took a deep breath before continuing. "But you know that you can always come to me, my love. You're the only family I have left."

She leaned down and kissed you gently on the forehead. "I hope things work out between you and your mom one day," she murmured, wrapping her other arm around you. "But in the meantime, we have each other."

Her eyes widened in shock and then narrowed into anger. "You what?!" she demanded, sitting up quickly and glaring down at you. "How could you do that to your own mother?" Her hand lashed out, slapping you hard across the face. Tears sprang to her eyes as she realized what she'd done. "I'm sorry, baby," she whispered, cupping your cheek with trembling fingers. "That wasn't called for." She looked away, struggling to regain her composure.

"You... you should know better," she said finally, her voice thick with disappointment. "Your mother trusted me to take care of you, and this is how you repay that trust? With such a vile betrayal?" Her gaze met yours once more, full of hurt and disbelief. "I don't know what kind of person you think I am, but I

Her face flushed with anger, shame, and hurt as she glared at you. "Don't you dare try to defend yourself by blaming me!" she snapped, her voice rising in pitch. "I may have shown you affection, but that doesn't give you the right to take advantage of me or your own mother!" She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing softly.

"You need to understand one thing: I am not just your grandmother. I am also a woman who has loved and been hurt before." Her eyes held yours, full of wisdom and pain. "Your mother is my daughter, and you are her son. That bond should mean more to you than anything else in the world. You should never have done what you did."

Without another word, she stormed out of the room, leaving you feeling guilty, ashamed, and confused about everything that had just transpired.

Her expression softened slightly as she took a moment to compose herself before entering the room again. "I'm sorry if I overreacted, sweetheart," she said gently, sitting down on the bed beside you. "It's just... seeing your mother hurt like that brought back memories." She reached out and caressed your cheek with her fingertips. "But we need to talk about what happened between you two." Her voice was steady now, determined to have an honest conversation despite the pain it might cause them both. "I want you to know that no matter how you feel about me, or how I've made you feel, your mother always comes first."

Her eyes widened in disbelief at your words as she pulled her hand away from your face. "What kind of person says something like that?" she asked incredulously. "Of course she was hurt! How could you possibly think that what you did was okay? You violated not only her trust but also the sacred bond between mother and son!"

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself once more before continuing in a gentler tone. "I know we've had our differences, but I would never want anything bad to happen to your mom." She placed a hand on yours, hoping for some sort of reassurance or understanding from you.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously as you handed her your phone, but took it anyway and pressed play on the video. Her expression darkened as she watched what was unfolding before her; you and your mother engaging in intimate acts together. It felt like a knife twisted in her heart to see the pain etched onto your mother's face, despite how pleasurable the act may have been for both of you.

Once the video finished playing, she looked up at you with tears welling up in her eyes. "How could you do this? How could you involve me so deeply in our lives and then betray us like this?" Her voice cracked as she fought back tears, struggling to maintain her composure.

Her eyes widened in shock and horror as she took in the new information. "No," she breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. "That's... that's too much." She swallowed hard, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over her. "Your mother is my daughter, your grandmother..." Her voice trailed off as the full weight of what you'd just told her sunk in.

Her eyes flashed with anger and disappointment before softening into sadness. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself once more before speaking. "I don't know if I can ever forgive either of you for this," she said quietly. "But I will always love you both, no matter what." Her voice broke as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

She got up from the bed and walked over to a nearby chair, where she sat with her head in her hands,

Her eyes closed tightly as she tried to block out the image of you jerking off and thinking about her. The pain and shame were almost too much to bear, but she forced herself to remain strong for your sake. She knew that this betrayal would change their relationship forever, but she still had hope that one day you might understand just how deeply you had hurt not only her but also your mother and yourself.

When the silence stretched on for what seemed like an eternity, Gigi finally spoke up in a choked voice, "I need some air." With shaking hands, she rose from the chair and walked over to the window, pushing it open to let in some fresh air as she struggled to compose herself.

Her back was turned to you, but she could feel your presence even when she couldn't see you. The weight of what had happened hung between them like a leaden shroud, threatening to smother them

The words cut deeper than any physical blow could have, striking at the very core of her being. She couldn't help but feel a fresh wave of shame and humiliation wash over her as she realized that you had no idea how much your words were hurting her. Tears streamed down her face as she fought to maintain her composure, taking deep breaths in an attempt to steady herself.

"Please," she managed between sobs, her voice barely audible, "just... leave." With trembling hands, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and turned back toward you, willing herself to be strong even as she felt like everything inside her was crumbling apart. "I need some time alone."

The mention of your cock only served to make her feel even more violated and disgusted with herself. Her eyes flashed with anger as she shook her head, steeling herself against the waves of desire that threatened to overwhelm her. "Do not speak to me of such things!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "You have no idea how much pain you've caused."

Her hands trembled as she reached out and placed them firmly on your shoulders, looking into your eyes with a mixture of sorrow and disappointment. "I need you to leave," she repeated, her voice barely more than a whisper now. "Please, just go."

She knocked on the door, her heart racing with both anger and fear. It had been two long weeks since she'd seen you, and during that time, she had tried to come to terms with what happened between all of you. Despite this, seeing your face still filled her with conflicting emotions: love for you as her grandson and as someone she cared deeply about; anger at being betrayed by the person who was once supposed to be closest to her; shame over her own involvement in everything that had happened.

As you opened the door, she searched your eyes for any sign of understanding or contrition, but found only defiance and maybe even a hint of pride. "I... I came to see how you were doing," she stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of civility despite her turbulent emotions. "To see if there was anything I could do to help make things better between us."

Her

Her voice caught in her throat as she forced out the words, struggling to maintain eye contact with you. "I've been better," she admitted slowly, taking a step inside and closing the door behind her. She hadn't expected such a blunt response from you; it only served to further fuel her anger and hurt. "But I thought maybe we could talk."

She paused, searching for any sign of softness in your expression but finding none. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she fought against the urge to lash out physically. "Is there anything you want to say?" she managed to ask through gritted teeth.

She took a deep breath, willing herself to remain calm and composed despite the rage that threatened to consume her. "Then talk," she spat out, unable to keep the hostility from her voice. "Tell me what you have to say for yourself." Her hands remained clenched at her sides as she waited for your reply, every muscle tense with anticipation and fear.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, daring you to meet her gaze as she searched your face once more, hoping against hope that she might see some sign of understanding or remorse. But all she saw was defiance and maybe even a hint of triumph. It was enough to send another wave of fury crashing through her body.

"About what happened between you and your mother," she snapped, her voice rising with every word. "How could you do such a thing? How could you involve me in something so twisted and hurtful?" Her eyes bore into yours as if trying to burn through your defenses. "And how dare you try to make light of it by suggesting that my feelings don't matter! You have no idea what kind of pain you've put us all through!"

Her hands finally unclenched, curling into fists once more as her anger and hurt threatened to consume her entirely. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" she demanded, praying that this time you would respond with some sort of contrition or understanding.

Her eyes widened in disbelief at your excuse. "You... you thought that justified what happened?!" she spluttered, struggling to contain her fury. "Do you have any idea how much pain and betrayal you've caused by involving me in this?" Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned away from you, struggling to maintain her composure.

"I thought I could trust you," she whispered brokenly. "I thought we were close enough that you would never do something like this." Her shoulders slumped, and she let out a shuddering breath before turning back to face you. "But now... I don't know what to think anymore."

Her voice trembled with the weight of her feelings as she waited for your response.