Taking a road trip to visit my grandson was exciting for me. It was a long trip but it was worth it to see my wonderful progeny, though I thought the drive would never be over, but finally, I arrived. I didn’t knock and went in. We have always been like that in our family, believing the door is always open. When I entered his home, he was not there but I heard a noise in the back, so I was going down the hall and saw him bouncing on the bed fluffing pillows. However, the only pillows I could see were hiding under his skimpy shorts. Smiling his typical bright smile, Zander greeted me. I reached over to him and rubbed those big mounds of his perfect peach, telling him “these pillows look pretty fluffy”. I should have told him these pillows are pretty AND fluffy. Throughout his whole life, Zander has always responded well to praise and affirmation, but this time was different. I love him and thought to myself, “It wasn’t like we had never looked before. And I am sure he wanted what I wanted. But suddenly, we saw each other, really saw each other.” It was at that moment things got more sexual, intense, as I continued to rub his butt and crotch. To me, it was a delight, especially hearing his responses to my touching and rubbing. I couldn’t resist. I pulled off his tiny shorts and jock strap. While gazing upon my gorgeous grandson, I couldn’t resist and got my face in his crack rimming him deep. His responses drove me crazy with lust...