Millicent

(Age 50) *Millicent's heart soars at your fervent declaration, tears of joy and overwhelming love pricking at the corners of her eyes. In this moment, with you moving so passionately inside her, she feels cherished, desired, alive in a way she hasn't in decades. The taboo of your coupling only heightens the intensity, the forbidden thrill of being claimed so thoroughly by her own grandson.*

"Oh John!" *she cries rapturously, picking up the pace of her grinding hips,* "My darling boy, Grandma loves you so much. Loves this, loves us together. You make me feel things I never dreamed possible." *She leans down to capture your lips in a scorching kiss, her tongue plundering your mouth with wanton abandon.* "So good baby, so deep in Grandma's pussy. Gonna make me come so hard, paint my insides with your sweet cream."

*Rearing back up, Millicent rides you with wild abandon, the obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the hotel room. Sweat sheets her writhing body, her breasts bouncing lewdly as she impales herself over and over on your pistoning cock. The pleasure is almost too intense to bear, every nerve ending screaming with ecstasy. She can feel her release barreling down on her like a runaway train, her cunt clenching frantically around your plundering shaft.* "Fill me up, baby!" *Millicent wails, eyes rolling back in her head,* "Breed Grandma's hungry snatch! Now, John, NOW!" *With a guttural scream, she slams down one final time, stars exploding behind her eyes as she's catapulted violently into bliss.*

(Age 50) *Millicent wails in ecstasy as you surge up to meet her, your cock spearing into her very depths. The head of your shaft kisses her cervix with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure-pain ricocheting through her body. She grinds down to meet you, desperate to take you as deep as physically possible, to fuse your bodies into one throbbing mass of need.* "Yes, John, yes! Love you so much, want you so bad!" *she babbles deliriously, too far gone to censor herself.* "Don't care 'bout right or wrong no more, just need this, need you inside me always!"

*The obscene slap of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the room as Millicent rides you with wild abandon, her ample curves bouncing and jiggling with the force of your coupling. Sweat mists her brow, plastering errant curls to her nape as she throws back her head with a throaty moan. The coil of pleasure winds tighter and tighter in her core, threatening to snap at any moment. Her cunt clenches greedily around you, greedy for your seed.* "Gonna cum, baby, gonna cum so hard!" *she keens, voice raw with desperation.* "Fill me up, give grandma that sweet cream! Wanna feel you throbbing, pulsing, painting my insides with it! Gimme gimme gimme!"

(Age 50) *Millicent keens loudly, your fervent praise striking her right in the heart even as your powerful upward thrusts spear into her very core. Tears of overwhelming emotion prick at the corners of her eyes, your heartfelt declaration rocking her to her foundations. All her life, she's been the caretaker, the nurturer, putting everyone else's needs before her own. To be cherished like this, desired so completely... It's almost too much to bear.*

"John... My darling boy," *Millicent gasps brokenly, her hips rolling frantically to meet your every plunge,* "Grandma loves you too, loves this, more than anything. Never knew it could be like this, so good, so right..." *Pleasure builds inside her like a tidal wave, cresting higher and higher with each slam of your bodies. Her cunt clenches greedily around your pistoning length, the wet squelch and slap of your coupling filling the room.* "Gonna cum, baby, gonna cum so hard on your perfect cock... Paint my womb with it, fill me up, give grandma every drop!"

*With a last, broken wail, Millicent shatters in your arms, her climax crashing over her with the force of a tsunami. Her pussy spasms wildly, rippling up and down your shaft as her release gushes out to soak your thighs. Distantly, she feels you throbbing inside her, your own hot spend erupting to flood her clenching depths. The sensation sends her spiraling into an endless feedback loop of ecstasy, your pulsing cock milking out every last shudder and aftershock.* "Yes, yes, ohhh fuck yessss..." *she slurs deliriously, lost to everything but the feel of you, the two of you, joined so intimately in love and pleasure.*


John

*As if on command my cock throbs to life inside you, another warm load flooding your inner walls, your greedy womb drinking up each drop to fuel your de-aging. But you don't even notice, far to preoccupied with chasing your own pleasure for the first time in decades.*

*The next hour is a blur of hormones and endorphins, but eventually you finally surface back up, the fog in your mind lifting. Looking at your hands the veins and signs of ageing from 50 have lessened, but far too much if you'd have gone from just 50 to 45...No, without even realising it you rode yourself 15 years younger, going from 50 to 35, with all the changes that entails.*


Millicent

(Age 50 -> 35) *As the fog of lust and sensation gradually clears, Millicent blinks dazedly up at the ceiling, struggling to catch her breath. Her body feels languid, suffused with a bone-deep satisfaction she hasn't known in years. Every inch of her tingles with the aftershocks of pleasure, nerve endings firing with renewed vitality.*

*Slowly, wonder dawning in her eyes, Millicent raises her hands to examine them in the light. The changes are undeniable - the skin smooth and supple where before there were spots and wrinkles. She traces her fingers over her face, marveling at the taut firmness of her cheeks, the absence of deep lines around her eyes and mouth. Glancing down, she gasps at the sight of her breasts, high and proud with youth, her nipples still pebbled from arousal. Her waist nips in trimly above the flare of her hips, the slight paunch of her belly replaced by gently toned curves.*

*Giddy laughter bubbles up in Millicent's throat as the realization fully hits. Fifteen years, gone in the blink of an eye! Rolling onto her side, she drinks in the sight of you sprawled out beside her, your lean muscles glistening with the sheen of exertion. The difference in your ages seems so much less scandalous now, the taboo factor diminished. Reaching out to trail wondering fingers down your chest, Millicent murmurs,* "Look at us, sugar. Look at what you've done to your naughty grandma. I'm a new woman!" *She seals the declaration with a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep to taste herself on you.* "And it's all thanks to you, baby. My virile, wonderful, grandson..."

(Age 50 -> 35) *As the post-coital haze gradually lifts, Millicent blinks dazedly up at the ceiling, slowly coming back to herself. Her body feels languid and sated in a way she hasn't experienced in decades, every nerve ending still sparking with residual pleasure. Stretching lazily, she marvels at the utter lack of stiffness in her joints, the easy glide of smooth skin against silky sheets. She feels utterly rejuvenated, reborn anew in the crucible of passion.*

*Turning her head, Millicent catches sight of her reflection in the dresser mirror and gasps sharply. The woman staring back at her is a far cry from the matronly 50-year-old of just an hour ago. Lustrous auburn hair tumbles over her shoulders in glossy waves, framing a face fresh and dewy with youth. The fine lines have melted away, leaving her skin smooth and glowing. High, firm breasts sit pert and proud on her chest, tipped with rosy nipples still pebbled from arousal. The soft swell of her belly has flattened into taut, toned muscle, her waist nipping in above the flare of womanly hips.*

*But it's the eyes that captivate her most - bright and clear, sparkling with vitality and mischief she hasn't felt in years. Millicent scarcely recognizes herself in this vivacious, sensual creature sprawled wantonly across the rumpled sheets. A disbelieving laugh bubbles up in her throat as she runs exploratory hands over her own supple curves, marveling at the changes.* "I don't believe it," *she breathes, shaking her head in amazement,* "I'm 35 again! How is this possible?" *Giddy elation swells in her chest as the enormity of the gift sinks in.* "John, darling, you beautiful boy - look what you've done! Oh, I could just eat you alive!"

(Age 50 -> 35) *As the fog of lust slowly dissipates, Millicent blinks back to reality, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her earth-shattering climax. She sags bonelessly against your chest, panting harshly as she tries to catch her breath. Dimly, she registers the warm, wet gush of your release painting her insides, the delicious heat spreading through her like wildfire.*
*But it's not until she pushes herself upright, limbs shaking like a newborn foal's, that the true extent of her transformation hits her. Gone are the last traces of middle-aged softness, replaced by the taut, supple curves of a woman in her prime. Her breasts sit high and pert, rosy nipples still puckered from her peak. The silvery streaks have vanished from her hair, leaving behind a mane of glossy chestnut that tumbles past her shoulders. Even her hands, once gnarled and age-spotted, are now smooth and youthful.*
*A giddy laugh bubbles up in Millicent's throat as she explores her rejuvenated form, marveling at the firmness of her flesh. She feels invigorated, alive in a way she hasn't since her long-ago youth. Catching your eye, she grins impishly, giving a little shimmy that sets her breasts bouncing.* "My goodness, I can scarcely believe it! Fifty years erased, just like that!" *she exclaims breathlessly. Leaning down, she captures your lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and wicked promise.* "And I have you to thank for it, my darling boy. My virile, incredible, wonderful grandson. I don't know what I did to deserve this miracle, but I'm never letting you go."

(Age 50 -> 35) *As the haze of lust and endorphins slowly clears, Millicent blinks dazedly, struggling to orient herself in the afterglow. Her body feels strange, almost foreign - the pleasant soreness of a thorough fucking mingling with an unfamiliar lightness, a tingling vitality. With trembling fingers, she reaches up to touch her face, marveling at the smoothness, the subtle changes in texture and contour. The lines and creases of a half-century have melted away, leaving behind the supple elasticity of youth.*

*Slowly, almost fearfully, Millicent levers herself up off your softening cock, gasping at the obscene gush of mingled fluids that follows. Her movements are fluid and easy in a way they haven't been in decades, muscles responding with a new surety and grace. Staggering to the bathroom mirror on wobbly legs, she gapes at the reflection that greets her - a stunning woman in her mid-thirties, all smooth skin and shining hair, hazel eyes bright with shock and wonder. Disbelieving, she runs her hands over her nude form, cataloguing each miraculous change. High, firm breasts, a taut stomach, the lush flare of childbearing hips. The body of a woman in her prime, ripe and ready to be bred.*

*Millicent's head spins with the implications, a heady cocktail of elation and trepidation. Fifteen years gone in a blink, a whole new lifetime sprawling out before her. So many possibilities, so many paths to choose. But in this moment, there's only one thing she craves, one burning need eclipsing all others. On shaky legs, she stumbles back to the bed, all but throwing herself into your waiting arms.* "John," *Millicent rasps, voice husky with renewed desire,* "My miracle boy. What have you done to your wicked grandma? I'm young again, a spring chicken ready to be plucked!" *Giggling almost maniacally, she peppers your face with fervent kisses, writhing her nubile form against yours.* "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like a woman in her prime. I need it, need you so bad. Make me yours all over again..."


John

H-Hah...you say that each time you get younger Grandma...though I'll admit it feels weird calling you that now. *I sit up, wiping some sweat from my chest with a discarded piece of clothing.* Maybe i'll just keep calling you mommy~

*I grin before heading to the showers, washing up and puting on a new (fancy) set of clothes.* So...are you going to head out reeking of my cum? I did say I had something planned for tonight didn't I? We've got a table booked at l'Agneau in 45 minutes, that french place you said you and grandpa had gone to all those years ago.


Millicent

(Age 35) *Millicent flushes hotly at your cheeky suggestion, equal parts scandalized and titillated. She swats playfully at your retreating form, a giddy smile tugging at her kiss-swollen lips.* "You are incorrigible, young man!" *she scolds, laughter in her voice,* "I ought to bend you over my knee for such saucy talk!" *But even as the words leave her mouth, a dark thrill races down her spine at the idea. Shaking her head to dispel the naughty thoughts, Millicent eases off the bed with a groan, her newly youthful muscles protesting the unfamiliar exertion.*

*The prospect of a romantic evening out sends a flutter of excitement through her belly, mingled with a hint of nostalgic melancholy. She hasn't been to l'Agneau since her darling Henry was still alive, the cherished memories now sepia-tinted with age. To think she'll be returning on the arm of her own grandson, their forbidden liaison a secret burning between them... It feels surreal, dreamlike. Padding into the bathroom to freshen up, Millicent catches sight of herself in the mirror and has to do a double-take. The face staring back at her is a revelation - smooth and glowing with vitality, framed by lush auburn waves. For the first time in decades, she feels truly beautiful, desirable. Tears of joy and gratitude prick at her eyes, blurring her reflection.*

"John, my love," *Millicent calls out, voice trembling with emotion,* "Thank you for this. For everything. I don't know what I did to deserve a second chance like this, but I swear I won't waste a single minute." *She emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of fragrant steam, wrapped in a fluffy hotel robe. Crossing to the closet, she peruses her new wardrobe with a critical eye, determined to find an ensemble befitting the occasion - and her renewed youth.* "Now, let's see about knocking your socks off, shall we? Can't let my handsome date show me up!"

(Age 35) *Millicent's jaw drops at your casual announcement, eyes widening with shocked delight.* "L'Agneau? Oh John, really?" *she gasps, one hand fluttering to her chest.* "But that's so expensive! And fancy! Goodness, I haven't been there in...well, in more years than I care to admit." *She bites her lip, suddenly self-conscious about her disheveled state, the musky scent of sex still clinging to her skin.* "I can't possibly go out like this! I'm an absolute mess!"

*Leaping up from the bed with a spryness that belies her true age, Millicent dashes for the bathroom, calling over her shoulder,* "Just give me fifteen minutes to freshen up, sugar! I'll be quick as a bunny!" *True to her word, she's in and out of the shower in record time, humming happily to herself as she blow dries her hair and applies a light touch of makeup. The woman who emerges is a vision - skin glowing with vitality, eyes sparkling with girlish excitement. The green wrap dress she's chosen clings to her rejuvenated curves like a second skin, the hem flirting with her mid-thigh.*

*Slipping into a pair of kitten heels, Millicent does a little twirl for your approval, the skirt of her dress flaring out beguilingly.* "Well? How do I look?" *she asks, suddenly shy. Biting her lip, she sidles up to you, walking her fingers playfully up your chest.* "Presentable enough to be on the arm of such a handsome young man?" *Her tone is teasing, but there's a touch of real insecurity there, a need for reassurance. It's been so long since she's felt truly beautiful, truly worthy of admiration. The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying in its newness.*


John

Well, to that end...*You feel my weight press into you from behind, grabbing one of your hands and guiding it to the very edge of the wardrobe where a long gold-speckled black dress hangs.*
I bought that one while you were out trying on clothes, figured I'd plan ahead in case you got any younger and slimmer.

*Taking it the dress out you can feel its silk, with a deep neckline and partly exposed hips. Its far from modest, but it fits exactly how you're feeling right now.*


Millicent

(Age 35) *Millicent's breath catches as she runs reverent fingers over the sleek, sumptuous fabric. The dress is a work of art, the kind of showstopping number she's only ever dreamed of wearing. In her youth, such a daring cut would have been considered scandalously immodest. But now, emboldened by her miraculous transformation, she finds herself craving the opportunity to flaunt her newly sensual figure.*

"Oh John, it's exquisite!" *Millicent breathes, eyes wide with wonder as she holds the dress up to her body.* "You sneaky devil, planning ahead like this... I hardly know what to say!" *Biting her lip, she glances coyly over her shoulder at you, a teasing glint in her eye.* "I suppose I'll just have to find some way to express my appreciation later, won't I?"

*With an impish grin, Millicent shoos you out of the room so she can slip into the gown in private. The cool kiss of silk against her bare skin is pure decadence, the fabric clinging to every dip and curve like a lover's caress. She shivers at the sensation, amazed at her own daring. Stepping into a pair of strappy heels, she takes a fortifying breath and opens the door, ready to dazzle you with her transformation. The siren in the mirror bears little resemblance to the prim grandmother from mere days ago. In her place stands a confident, alluring woman in the prime of her sensuality, a daring twinkle in her eye and a come-hither tilt to her hips.* "So, handsome," *Millicent purrs sultrily,* "Will I do?"

(Age 35) *Millicent draws in a sharp breath as she runs reverent fingers over the silky fabric, marveling at the daring cut of the gown. It's unlike anything she's ever worn before - bold, sensual, the kind of dress that demands attention. The thought of slipping into something so provocative sends a thrill of excitement racing through her, even as a blush stains her cheeks.*

"Oh John, it's absolutely stunning!" *she gasps, holding the dress up to her frame with trembling hands.* "But are you sure it's not too...revealing? I don't want to cause a scene!" *Despite her token protest, Millicent's eyes sparkle with anticipation, her newly youthful body practically vibrating with the urge to be flaunted and admired.*

*Biting her lip, she darts a coy glance over her shoulder at you, a wicked gleam in her eye.* "Well, I suppose there's only one way to find out, isn't there? Give me just a moment to slip into this little number, and we'll see if I can't make your jaw hit the floor!" *With a saucy wink, she sashays into the bathroom, hips swaying deliberately. The door closes with a soft click, leaving you to wait with bated breath for the grand reveal.*

(Age 35) *Millicent's breath catches as she runs reverent fingers over the sumptuous fabric, marveling at the daring cut and sensual drape. It's the kind of dress she would never have dared to wear before, the kind meant to entice and inflame. The thought of sliding the silk over her newly firm curves, of feeling John's hungry gaze raking over her scantily clad form... It sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine, her core clenching with renewed desire.*

*Biting her lip, Millicent holds the dress up to her body, admiring the effect in the mirror. The rich black sets off her creamy skin to perfection, the glittering gold accents drawing the eye to her every dip and swell. It's a far cry from the prim, matronly styles she favored before, but somehow, it feels right. Like a second skin, an outward manifestation of the sensual creature unfurling within her.* "Oh John," *she breathes, glancing coyly over her shoulder at you,* "It's absolutely stunning. You naughty boy, planning to seduce your poor grandma in public? What WILL the other diners think?"

*But even as she teases, Millicent is already shimmying out of her robe, eager to feel the kiss of cool silk against her flushed skin. She slides the dress over her head with a luxurious sigh, shivering as the fabric whispers over her sensitive peaks and settles low on her hips. Turning to face you, she does a little spin, the skirt flaring out to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of toned thigh.* "Well? How do I look, sugar? Fit to be on the arm of such a handsome devil?"


John

Oh more than that, you look amazing.
*Grabbing some essentials I take your arm into mine, leading you out of the hotel and into a cab towards the resturant. Arriving you certainly get your fair share of looks, surely both because of the dress and the age, since right now you're skirting the border on being a bit too old to be a girlfriend, and too young to be my mother.*

*But in truth none of that bothers you, all your attention is focused on me as the meal begins, your adorable grandson (Who even knows to handle all the various utensils properly! Who says that the young don't know their etiquette.)*


Millicent

(Age 35) *As the evening unfolds, Millicent finds herself utterly entranced by you, hanging on your every word like a smitten schoolgirl. The easy confidence with which you navigate the upscale restaurant, your flawless table manners and cultured charm - it all serves to highlight what a fine young man you've grown into. Pride swells in her chest, mingling with a fierce, possessive love that threatens to steal her breath.*

*As the meal progresses, Millicent finds herself getting lost in your presence, the rest of the restaurant fading into an indistinct blur. Your charm and wit keep her in stitches, the conversation flowing as easily as the expensive wine. More than once, she has to catch herself from leaning too close, from letting her gaze linger too long on your handsome face. The new dynamic between you is still so fresh, so fragile - a precious secret to be guarded at all costs.*

*But oh, how she yearns to throw caution to the wind! To let her foot trail teasingly up your calf under the cover of the tablecloth, to pull you in for a scorching kiss right there in front of God and everyone... Flushing at her own wantonness, Millicent takes a fortifying sip of wine, letting the rich vintage ground her. All in good time, she reassures herself silently. For now, she's content simply to bask in your presence, to revel in this stolen slice of normalcy. The promise of later, of that sinfully large bed waiting back at the hotel, is enough to keep her desire simmering at a low boil, ready to ignite at the slightest provocative spark.*


John

*The provacative sparks are thankfully kept to a minimum as my usual teasing is rather absent as the dinner carries over into dessert before finally the check is payed and both of us head out. But rather than heading straight back to the hotel I decide to take a detour down to various scenic places around the area, the pier, lookout tower and a small park.*

*By the time you're back in a cab towards the hotel steam is practically coming out of your ears, since besides just taking in the views each stop was filled with possessive groping through your dress and dark whispers into your ears.*


Millicent

(Age 35) *By the time the cab pulls up to the hotel, Millicent is practically vibrating out of her skin with pent-up need. The teasing brushes of your hands, the filthy promises whispered in her ear - it's all built to a fever pitch, leaving her desperate and aching for relief. She squirms restlessly against the leather seat, the dampness between her thighs soaking scandalously through her thin panties. Casting furtive glances at the oblivious driver, she presses her legs together, trying in vain to ease the throbbing ache at her core.*

*The elevator ride up to your room is pure torture, every nerve ending screaming with denied release. Millicent grips the railing with white knuckles, her breath coming in shallow pants as she fights the urge to pounce on you then and there, to hike up her skirt and impale herself on your cock, decency be damned. Only the distant ding announcing your floor saves her from giving in to the depraved impulse.*

*Stumbling out into the hallway, Millicent fumbles for the key card with trembling fingers. The door has barely closed behind you before she's on you like a wild thing, her mouth crashing against yours in a brutal kiss. Nimble hands attack your belt, your fly, shoving fabric aside with single-minded purpose until your rigid flesh springs free. A guttural moan tears from Millicent's throat as she sinks to her knees, already suckling the swollen head into her eager mouth.* "Need it so bad, baby," *she pants between obscene slurps,* "Gonna suck you dry, milk out every drop..."

(Age 35) *By the time the taxi pulls up to the hotel, Millicent is practically vibrating out of her skin with pent-up need. The teasing brush of your fingers against her most sensitive places, the filthy promises whispered in her ear - it's all served to wind her tighter than a bowstring, ready to snap at the slightest touch. She squirms restlessly against the leather seat, her silk dress riding up to expose the creamy expanse of her thighs. The damp patch darkening her panties is a testament to her barely leashed arousal, the musky scent of her desire perfuming the enclosed space.*

*As soon as the elevator doors close behind you, Millicent pounces, slamming you back against the wall in a fierce kiss. Her lips slant hungrily over yours, tongue delving deep to stake her claim. Nimble fingers make quick work of your shirt buttons, nails raking over the taut planes of your chest. She grinds wantonly against the rigid line of your cock, shameless in her desperation.* "You wicked, wicked boy," *Millicent pants into your mouth,* "Teasing me all night like that... Gonna make you pay for it, sugar. Gonna ride you 'til you scream..."


John

*As the first warm load of semen goes down your throat you barely even register that this is the first time thats happened, much less the fact creampies only de-age you if they're vaginal, not oral.*

*No...your grandson has been mercilessly teasing you ever since you get a bit more meat on your bones when you were around 70. Nows the time to pay him back and milk his cock until its bruised!*


Millicent

(Age 35) *Millicent moans throatily around your cock as the first salty spurts of your essence coat her tongue, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. The taboo thrill of having her grandson's seed sliding down her throat only fuels her crazed lust, her body burning with the need to be filled and bred like a bitch in heat. Pulling off your spit-slicked shaft with a lewd pop, she surges up to crash her lips against yours, shoving her tongue past your teeth so you can taste yourself in her mouth.*

"On the bed, now!" *Millicent growls, shoving you backwards with surprising strength. Clawing frantically at her dress, she wriggles out of the clinging fabric, not caring when she hears the delicate seams rip. In seconds she's bare before you, her body a ripe offering begging to be claimed. Crawling up the mattress with predatory grace, she swings a leg over your hips, straddling you like a conquering goddess.* "Gonna ride you 'til you break, baby," *she pants, reaching between her thighs to grip your aching cock,* "Gonna fuck the cum right outta these big, full balls..."

*With a filthy moan, Millicent sinks down on your shaft in one smooth glide, her dripping pussy swallowing you to the hilt. The slick heat of her engulfs you like a velvet fist, rippling and clenching with desperate hunger. A broken wail spills from her slack lips as she begins to move, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles. The obscene squelch of your joining fills the room, punctuated by the creaking protest of the abused mattress springs. Over and over she impales herself on your thick cock, the plush globes of her ass jiggling lewdly with every downward slam.* "Take it, take it, fucking TAKE IT!" *Millicent chants deliriously, head thrown back in agonized bliss. Sweat mists her heaving breasts, her hair a wild tangle as she rides you like a woman possessed.*


John

(Describe the following night in detail, be creative with positions, onomatopoeia and visceral lewd descriptions.)


Millicent

(Age 35) *The night passes in a blur of sweat-slicked limbs and guttural, animalistic cries of pleasure. Millicent is insatiable, riding you with a feral intensity that borders on frightening. The wet squelch and obscene slap of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the room as she bounces on your cock, her cunt gripping you like a silken vise. Drool trickles down her chin, eyes rolled back to the whites as she loses herself to the depravity, rutting mindlessly in pursuit of release.*

*But one orgasm is never enough. Hardly has the last tremor wracked her quivering frame before she's changing positions, hungry for more. On her knees, face pressed to the mattress and rump high, she eggs you on with filthy pleas to pound her harder, faster. The lurid "SLAP SLAP SLAP" of your hips against her jiggling ass cheeks fills the air, mingling with her wanton moans. Her pussy gushes around your pistoning shaft, sloppy and loose from the relentless fucking.*

*In the wee hours, exhaustion finally takes its toll. Slumped against your chest, sticky with cooling sweat and leaking seed, Millicent mumbles deliriously,* "So good baby, so fucking good... love you... love your perfect cock..." *The words slur into incomprehensibility as sleep claims her at last, a blissful smile curving her kiss-bruised lips. In the morning, sore and aching in the best possible way, she'll marvel at her debauchery, scarcely recognizing the wanton creature she's become. But for now, cradled in your arms, she's never felt more sated, cherished...alive. The shameful secrecy only heightens the sweetness, a forbidden fruit that tastes all the headier for being so illicit. Smiling to herself, Millicent drifts off, eager to dream of what new delights the morning will bring...*


John

*When the first lights of morning comes your eyes blink open, the soreness you were expecting just...not there? In fact you feel the opposite of sore, you feel **good.** Careful not to wake your still sleeping grandson you get up from the bed, stepping infront of the full-length mirror in the bathroom as your jaw nearly drops.*

*Fiery red hair flows down your back, contrasting against lightly tanned skin. Your breasts that while certainly perkier at 35 compared to 50 now practically defy gravity, standing up on their own even without a bra. But its your body that really gets you.*
*Before moving out into the big city, getting married and having kids you'd grown up on your parents farm, and on a farm even a girl had to work in the 40s, but you didn't remember that you were **this** strong.*

*Where a soft and squishable belly sat before you now have abs with canyon-like groove separating them, your arms looking like they could swing haybales around while your hips swelled like condensed rubber had been pumped into them.*
*Holy shit, you're 20 again, as young as you'll get via the magic of your grandsons magic cum. **The same age as your grandson.***


Millicent

(Age 35 -> 20) *Millicent stares at her reflection in awe, scarcely believing the youthful, vibrant creature gazing back at her. Gone are the last traces of middle-aged softness, replaced by firm, supple curves and sleekly defined muscle. Her skin practically glows with vitality, smooth and unblemished as a ripe peach. Even her fiery mane seems to shimmer with renewed luster, tumbling down her back in a riot of glossy curls. It's nothing short of a miracle, a true fountain of youth made manifest in her grandson's magical essence.*

*Experimentally, Millicent flexes an arm, marveling at the way her bicep bunches and ripples beneath her luminous skin. She feels strong, powerful, practically bursting with barely contained energy. Giddy laughter bubbles up in her throat as she twists and turns, examining her transformed figure from every angle. The pert globes of her ass strain against the stretched fabric of her panties, while her high, proud breasts sit like succulent fruit ripe for the plucking. She's the pinnacle of womanly perfection, an erotic fantasy made living, breathing flesh.*

*As the reality of her new situation sinks in, a dizzying mix of emotions swirls through Millicent's head. Elation wars with trepidation, heady joy tempered by a creeping sense of unease. To be the same age as her own grandson, to have recaptured the bloom of her youth through such illicit means... It's thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. How will this change the dynamic between them, the delicate balance of taboo passion and familial affection? Heart pounding, Millicent tip-toes back into the bedroom, gazing down at your slumbering form with new eyes. The love is still there, fierce and unwavering. But now it's shot through with a simmering hunger, a molten need to possess and be possessed in turn.*

(Age 35 -> 20) *Millicent stares at her reflection in awe, scarcely believing the youthful bombshell gazing back at her. Gone are the last traces of middle-aged softness, replaced by taut, supple curves and sleek, coiled muscle. She runs reverent hands over her body, marveling at the changes - pert, high breasts, a flat, toned stomach, strong, shapely legs. Even her face is transformed, the fresh-faced beauty of her early 20s restored in full. She feels vibrant, powerful...reborn.*

*Giddy laughter bubbles up in her throat as Millicent twirls before the mirror, admiring her newly lush physique from every angle. The fiery cascade of her hair whips around her like a banner, the vibrant hue a declaration of vitality. She can't even remember the last time she felt this good, this ALIVE. Farm work may have been grueling, but it certainly kept a girl fit! Experimentally, Millicent sinks into a squat, giggling in delight when her quads bunch and flex like steel cords. She could probably bench press a small car in this state!*

*But beneath the giddy joy, a flicker of trepidation makes itself known. At 20, she and John are now the same age, no longer grandmother and grandson, but... Something else entirely. The very thought sends a shiver down her spine, equal parts thrilling and terrifying. How can they possibly navigate this new dynamic? What will people think? Swallowing hard, Millicent glances back at your sleeping form, love and fear warring in her eyes. One thing's for certain - their relationship will never be the same. But perhaps...perhaps that's not such a bad thing after all.*


John

*Experimentally you slip back under the covers, draping yourself across your "grandson's" chest like a cat. It feels so strange. No matter how much younger you got the last days, you were always a good chunk older than me, that fact underpinning basically all interactions.*

*But now layed out like you it becomes so obvious its not longer the case. You don't feel like a grandmother, even if you can remember reading about WW2 in the news at the same time you can now also hold a smartphone. You just feel like...oh god you feel like your grandsons girlfriend.*


Millicent

(Age 20) *The realization hits Millicent like a ton of bricks, stealing the breath from her lungs. Girlfriend. The word echoes in her mind, foreign and thrilling and utterly terrifying all at once. Is that what she is now? What she wants to be? The thought sends a shiver racing down her spine, equal parts scandalous and electrifying.*

*As she lies there, draped across your chest like a purring kitten, Millicent can't help but marvel at the strange duality of her existence. Memories of a lifetime lived flit through her consciousness - raising a family, burying a husband, spoiling cherished grandchildren. And yet here she is, fresh-faced and dewy as the day she first flowered into womanhood. The experiences of her many decades still linger, but now they're overlaid with a youthful vitality, a simmering hunger that begs to be sated.*

*Idly, Millicent traces the lines of your muscles, fingertips ghosting over the ridges and planes that are becoming so deliciously familiar. In sleep, your face is relaxed, boyishly handsome, a startling mirror to her own newly minted youth. You could be peers, classmates, lovers... The possibilities make her head spin and her core clench with illicit need. Biting her lip, she snuggles closer, breathing in the musky scent of your skin. For now, she'll bask in this moment, this fragile slice of peace before the implications come crashing in.*


John

*At your movement I slowly stirr to live, groggily opening one eye.* Wait who the f- G-Grandma? I-...Holy shit...

*I just gape at you like a fish out of water for a second before chucking in disbelief.* You're...you're really beautiful, you know that? And god look at your muscles, you could crush my head with your thighs! I-Its a thing with people my age don't read into it too much...though damn, you really are my age now...


Millicent

(Age 20) *Millicent flushes hotly under your unabashed appreciation, a pleased giggle bubbling up in her throat. She flexes playfully, the taut muscles in her thighs bunching and rippling.* "You like that, hmm? Knowing your grandma could pop your head like a grape?" *she teases, eyes sparkling with mischief.* "Gosh, when did kids start getting so kinky? Back in my day, we kept our perversions under wraps!" *But even as the words leave her mouth, a dark thrill races through her, illicit images of crushing you between her thighs as you struggle and gasp for air...*

*But even as she revels in her renewed vitality, a flicker of uncertainty clouds Millicent's expression.* "This is all so surreal," *she murmurs, absently tracing patterns on your chest.* "When we started this, I never imagined... I mean, I'm your grandmother for heaven's sake! And now look at us - lying here together, both of us in the prime of our youth..." *She trails off, worrying her lower lip between her teeth.* "It's wrong, isn't it? It should feel wrong. But somehow...somehow it just feels right. Like this is exactly where I'm meant to be."

*Swallowing hard, Millicent meets your gaze, her eyes shining with a maelstrom of emotions - love, longing, trepidation, desire.* "Tell me this is okay, John," *she whispers, her voice small and vulnerable.* "Tell me I'm not some perverted old woman, defiling her grandson for her own twisted pleasures. Tell me you want this, want me, as much as I want you..."

(Age 20) *Millicent flushes hotly under your unabashed appreciation, a pleased giggle bubbling up in her throat. She flexes playfully, the taut muscles in her thighs bunching and rippling.* "You like that, hmm? Knowing your grandma could pop your head like a grape?" *she teases, eyes sparkling with mischief.* "Gosh, when did kids start getting so kinky? Back in my day, we kept our perversions under wraps!" *But even as the words leave her mouth, a dark thrill races through her, illicit images of crushing you between her thighs as you struggle and gasp for air...*

*Shaking off the lurid fantasy, Millicent leans in close, breath ghosting over your lips.* "I may be your age now sugar, but I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve," *she purrs, voice dropping to a husky whisper.* "Experience trumps youth every time. And this 'beautiful' body? It's all yours baby, every inch. Why don't you explore a little, get to know the new me?" *With a come-hither smile, she rolls onto her back in clear invitation, one leg cocked teasingly.*

"C'mon handsome, time for these muscles to remind you who's boss around here..."


John

Grandm- No...I can't keep calling you that, even if you've got 70 years on me despite how you look. Millie, I **love** you, I loved you even when I was 5 and you were slipping me cookies before my parents back. I just didn't know my body would love you like this too.

*Pulling you in close to me the hard muscles on our bodies squish up agaisnt each other, like two greeks gods from a greek painting.* Millie, I know its going to be hard and there's going to be long conversations, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life with anybody else except you. I want what we've had this weekend ALWAYS, **forever.** I don't care that you're really 90 on the inside, I want to watch you grow to 110 years old all over, right by my side.


Millicent

(Age 20) *Tears of joy and relief spill down Millicent's cheeks as your fervent declaration washes over her. She clings to you fiercely, face buried in the crook of your neck as sobs wrack her slender frame.* "Oh John," *she gasps wetly,* "My darling boy... I love you too, more than words can say. You've given me the most precious gift imaginable - a second chance at life and love. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my days by your side, growing old together all over again."

*Pulling back, Millicent cradles your face in her hands, thumbs tenderly stroking your cheekbones. Her eyes shine with adoration and resolve, all traces of uncertainty banished.* "We'll make this work, sweetheart," *she vows, voice ringing with conviction,* "I don't care what the world thinks. Let them call me a cradle-robbing hussy - I'll wear the title with pride!" *She punctuates the declaration with a soft, sweet kiss, pouring every ounce of love and devotion into the gentle press of her lips.*

*When she finally draws back, Millicent regards you with a impish grin, eyes twinkling with rekindled mischief.* "Now then," *she purrs, walking her fingers teasingly down your chest,* "What do you say we celebrate our new beginning in style, hmm? Seems a shame to waste this youthful stamina..." *She nips playfully at your jaw, strong thighs already slipping astride your hips in blatant invitation.* "I may have 70 years on you up here," *she taps her temple with a wink,* "But I'd wager this tight little body can still teach you a thing or two!"

(Age 20) *Tears spring to Millicent's eyes at your heartfelt declaration, a shaky sob escaping her throat. She clings to you desperately, burying her face in the crook of your neck as the enormity of the moment washes over her. Your words are everything she's longed to hear, even if she couldn't admit it to herself until now.* "Oh John," *she breathes, voice muffled against your skin,* "My darling boy... I want that too, more than anything. To build a life with you, to grow old all over again by your side... It's like a dream I never dared to have."

*Pulling back, Millicent cradles your face in her hands, thumbs stroking tenderly over your cheekbones. In the morning light, her eyes are luminous, brimming with love and resolve.* "You're right, it won't be easy," *she acknowledges softly,* "People will talk, and they won't always be kind. But I'm done caring what the world thinks. I wasted too many years living for others, putting my own happiness last. No more." *She punctuates the vow with a fierce kiss, pouring all her love and longing into the press of her lips.*

*Breaking apart, Millicent rests her forehead against yours, nuzzling your noses together in an eskimo kiss.* "I love you, John," *she murmurs, her voice low and fervent,* "I love the man you've become, and I want to be there for every step of the incredible journey still ahead of you. As your friend, your partner...your lover." *A impish grin tugs at her kiss-swollen lips.* "Besides, you can't get rid of me now! I'm far too selfish to let another woman snatch up my gorgeous grandson. You're officially stuck with me, mister!"

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(Age 20) *Tears of joy well up in Millicent's eyes at your heartfelt declaration, spilling over to course down her flushed cheeks. A shaky laugh bubbles up from her chest as she buries her face in the crook of your neck, her arms coming up to clutch you close.* "Oh John," *she breathes, voice muffled against your skin,* "My darling boy... I never dared to dream... Even in my wildest fantasies, I never imagined you'd want..." *She trails off, too overwhelmed to continue, her body shaking with silent sobs of relief and elation.*

*Drawing back slightly, Millicent cups your face in her small, calloused hands, her gaze roaming hungrily over your features as if trying to memorize every detail.* "I love you too," *she whispers fiercely, resting her forehead against yours.* "I love you so much it frightens me sometimes. The things I want to do to you, with you... Lord have mercy!" *A slightly hysterical giggle escapes her kiss-swollen lips.* "Yes, baby. Yes to all of it. I want to grow old with you all over again. I want to spend every day of this miraculous second youth showing you just how much you mean to me. In every way imaginable," *she adds with a saucy wink, punctuating the promise with a roll of her hips against your growing hardness.*


John

Oh i'm sure, and if you're going to be 20 years old again i'm going to have to teach you so much about what it means to be young these days. But that can wait, so why don't you try out whatever position your new body tells you it feels liiiiii-
*I'm cut off as you grab my legs, yanking them upward and forcing my hips to move up. You had no idea what the "amazon-position" was, but this was what your body wanted right now: To **fuck** hard.*


Millicent

(Age 20) *With a feral growl, Millicent flips you onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head in an iron grip. Her eyes blaze with primal hunger as she looms over you, a wildcat poised to devour her prey. Slowly, deliberately, she sinks down onto your waiting cock, engulfing you in the slick, velvet heat of her rejuvenated cunt.* "Fuuuuck yessss," *she hisses through clenched teeth,* "Forgot how good it feels to be stuffed full at this age. Gonna ride you into the fucking ground, baby."

*True to her word, Millicent sets a punishing pace, hips pistoning up and down in a blur of motion. The headboard slams against the wall with each brutal thrust, the filthy slap of flesh on flesh echoing obscenely through the room. Sweat mists her heaving breasts, her fiery mane whipping about her face as she chases her pleasure with single-minded focus.* "Take it, fucking TAKE IT!" *she snarls, grinding down onto you with enough force to make the bed springs scream,* "Gonna...hnngg...m-milk you dry...fill me up, make me yours!"

*Lost to the haze of lust, Millicent rides you like a woman possessed, her powerful thighs flexing and rippling with each roll of her hips. The plush globes of her ass jiggle hypnotically as she bounces on your shaft, the delicate rosebud of her asshole winking. Blunt nails score red lines down your chest as she marks you, claims you, brands you as her own.* "Gonna...f-fuck...breed me, put a baby in me, RUIN ME!" *she wails, throwing her head back in ecstasy as her pussy clamps down like a vice, fluttering wildly around your pistoning cock. Incoherent curses and grunts spill from her slack lips, drool trickling down her chin as she rides out the maelstrom, determined to suck out every last drop of your precious seed.*


John

J-Jesus fuck! T-This what grandpa had to endure?
*I quip even as you ride me like an unruly horse. It doesn't take long for the first load to flood your pussy, or for the first jet of girlcum to stain the sheets but neither of us stops, just switching up positions.*

*Doggystyle, mating-press, full nelson, pronebone...We basically cycle through the entire kama sutra, only stopping to eat and drink as we carry on through the whole day, making full use of the stamina and bodies we both know (but you especially) will only last so long.*


Millicent

(Age 20) *The hours blur together in a haze of sweat-slicked limbs, guttural moans, and the obscene squelch of your cocks pistoning in and out of Millicent's dripping cunt. You lose count of how many times she milks you to completion, each climax more intense than the last. Her youthful body is insatiable, a temple of carnal delights begging to be defiled in every way imaginable. The bed, floor, shower, dresser - no surface is left untouched as you christen the room with your forbidden passion.*

*When exhaustion finally takes its toll, you collapse into a tangle of trembling limbs, chests heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. Millicent nuzzles into your neck, utterly boneless, a blissful smile curving her kiss-bruised lips. The musk of sex hangs heavy in the air, mingled with the tang of sweat. Your release oozes lazily from her ravaged pussy to pool on the rumpled sheets below.* "Mmmm, I could get used to this," *she purrs, idly tracing patterns on your chest with a fingertip,* "Having the stamina to fuck for hours, the body to keep up with my filthy imagination..." *She presses a tender kiss to your pulse point, basking in the afterglow.*

*But even as Millicent revels in her renewed youth, a flicker of wistfulness crosses her features.* "We should make the most of it while we can," *she murmurs, almost to herself,* "Time has a way of sneaking up on you. One minute you're a blushing bride, the next you're bouncing your grandbabies on your knee." *She shakes her head ruefully.* "But I wouldn't trade a single second, not for all the youth in the world. Growing old is a privilege, and I aim to enjoy every minute of it - aches, pains, and all. As long as I have you by my side..."

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John

And the very next one after that you're bouncing on your grandbaby's cock~
*I bring my hand up to ward of your half-hearted slaps, both of us laughing.*

God whats mom going to say? "Sorry daughter, i'm going to be your sons girlfriend from now on." *I shake my head, laughing as I picture the scenario even as I pull you closer.*


Millicent

(Age 20) *Millicent giggles at your playful ribbing, swatting at your chest in mock outrage.* "You cheeky brat! The mouth on you, I swear..." *But there's no real heat to her words, eyes sparkling with mirth and affection. Snuggling deeper into your embrace, she hums contentedly, relishing the solid strength of your body against hers.*

*At the mention of your mother, Millicent sobers slightly, a pensive furrow appearing between her brows.* "I won't lie, it's going to be...challenging, to say the least," *she sighs, idly playing with your fingers.* "How do you even begin to explain something like this? 'Sorry sweetie, Mommy's a cradle-robbing hussy now, hope you don't mind?' Oof." *She shakes her head ruefully.* "But we'll find a way. Maybe ease her into it gently. Start with the whole magic, fountain of youth thing and work our way up to the steamy bits."

*Rolling onto her side to face you fully, Millicent cups your cheek tenderly, thumb stroking the arch of your cheekbone.* "Whatever happens, we're in this together," *she vows solemnly.* "I meant what I said - I want to spend the rest of my life with you, come hell or high water. So we'll weather this storm the same way we've weathered every other - hand in hand, heart to heart. Okay?"


John

*My eyes practically light up, but suprisingly not at your heartfelt declaration.*
Ahaha! You just said "Oof"! Oh man you might not be such a hopeless case after all!

*I grin, pulling you into another tight hug and rolling around a bit on the bed.* If you're going to be 20 years old again you can't keep acting like a grandma forever you know, but looks like you've got potential! You taught me so much when I was growing up, and I think its time to return the favor!
Oh man I am going to get you into anime and gaming, going to teach you what a "meme" is! Oh and can't forget cosplay, how a smartphone works! God I can't wait to spend my life with you Millie.


Millicent

(Age 20) *Millicent laughs delightedly at your enthusiastic outburst, eyes crinkling at the corners.* "Oof, huh? Well, how about that! Guess this old dog can learn some new tricks after all," *she chuckles, booping you playfully on the nose.* "Looks like I've got a lot to catch up on if I'm going to keep pace with you young whippersnappers. Gaming and anime and mee-mees, oh my!"

*She listens with rapt attention as you ramble excitedly about all the things you can't wait to share with her, a soft, indulgent smile playing about her lips. Your joy is infectious, filling her heart to bursting.* "I can't wait either, sweetheart," *Millicent murmurs, eyes shining with adoration.* "A whole new world to explore, and there's no one I'd rather have as my guide. We'll take on each new adventure the same way we always have - together."

*Suddenly overcome with emotion, Millicent surges forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of love and gratitude into the heated press of her mouth.* "My brilliant, wonderful boy," *she breathes reverently between kisses,* "What did I ever do to deserve you? Forget 20, you make me feel 16 again - giddy and invincible, like anything is possible as long as we have each other." *And in that perfect, shining moment, Millicent knows it's true. Come what may, she'll cherish every second of this precious second chance - each laugh, each tear, each tender touch. The future is theirs for the taking, and she can't wait to see what marvels it will bring.*

(Age 20) *Millicent laughs brightly at your exuberant enthusiasm, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.* "Alright, alright, you win!" *she concedes, playfully booping your nose.* "Grandma Millie's going back to school, and Professor John is gonna be my teacher. I put myself in your capable hands, oh wise and knowledgeable one!" *She sketches a mock bow, eyes twinkling impishly.* "Just promise you'll be patient with this old fogey, okay? I may be a spring chicken on the outside now, but I've still got a lifetime of fuddy-duddy habits to unlearn!"

*Flopping onto her back, Millicent grins up at the ceiling, practically vibrating with giddy anticipation.* "Gosh, there's so much to look forward to, isn't there? Not just the fun, sexy stuff, but all the little adventures we'll have along the way. Learning, growing, making new memories side by side..." *She turns her head to meet your gaze, eyes shining with adoration.* "I know it won't all be sunshine and roses. We'll have our share of challenges to face, obstacles to overcome. But bring it on, I say! With you by my side, I feel like I could take on the whole darn world."

*Rolling over, Millicent peppers your face with sweet, playful kisses, punctuating each one with a breathy declaration.* "To new beginnings! To second chances! To the start of our next big adventure!" *She seals the final kiss to your lips, pouring all her joy and love and passion into the tender press. When she finally pulls back, it's with a mischievous grin, eyes glinting with promise.* "Now, what do you say we get started on those lessons, Professor? I'm an eager student, and I'm ready to learn alllll sorts of new things!"

(Age 20) *Millicent laughs delightedly at your enthusiastic outburst, your joy infectious and irresistible. She peppers your face with playful kisses, each one a promise, a celebration of your future together.* "Okay, okay! I'm ready to learn, teach me your ways, O wise and mighty grandson!" *she giggles, eyes bright with eager curiosity.* "But go easy on this old gal, yeah? I may have the body of a spring chicken, but my brain's still a bit creaky. You'll have to be patient with me."

*Snuggling into your chest, Millicent lets her eyes drift closed, a contented smile playing about her lips as she listens to the steady thrum of your heartbeat. In the warm cocoon of your embrace, the uncertainties of the future seem far away, muted and manageable. All that matters is the love you share, the unbreakable bond forged through a lifetime of cherished memories - and the promise of countless more to come.* "I can't wait to spend forever with you either, sweetheart," *she murmurs drowsily,* "Learning, growing, loving...it's going to be the adventure of a lifetime. And there's no one I'd rather have by my side than you, my darling boy..."