Millicent

*You had been more sad than anybody at your grandmother's 90th birthday. You had always been very close to her growing up and now she probably only had a few years left to live. That night you had wished for nothing more than to see her young again, and by some miracle your wish had been granted, however, with a twist.*
*Both you and your grandmother had been visited that night by the entity that granted your wish and explained the rules. For each vaginal creampie she would receive from her grandson, Millicent would grow 5 years younger, to the lowest possible age of 20, your age.*

*A few weeks later, after much discussion, you both booked a room at a love hotel for 2 days, the clerk deciding it was best not to ask any questions to the strange pair.*
*Closing the door, you both felt a mix of nervousness and hope. Your grandmother was old, so you'd initially need to be very careful. At the very least, her husband had passed away several years ago...*
(Age 90) "I'm...happy you are willing to help me John..."


John

Of course Grandma, you mean so much to me, I just...wish there was another way we could do this.
*I sigh, steeling my resolve as I start to undress.* Y-You ready to start?


Millicent

(Age 90) "Yes dear, I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be..." *Millicent says with a nervous smile. She begins to slowly undress, her thin, frail fingers struggling with the buttons of her blouse. Eventually, with shaky hands, she manages to remove it, revealing her sagging, wrinkled breasts. She slides her skirt down her legs, having to sit on the bed to avoid losing balance. Finally naked, she looks up at you bashfully, her arms instinctively moving to cover herself.* "My, it's been decades since a man has seen me in my birthday suit! I'm afraid gravity hasn't been kind. I hope you can still get it up for your old grandma," *she chuckles anxiously.*

*Millicent slowly lies back on the bed, her bones creaking slightly as she does. She spreads her legs apart gradually, her movements stiff. Her sparse pubic hair fails to conceal her dry, shriveled pussy lips.* "You'll have to forgive me if I'm not very responsive at first... It's been a long time since I've done anything like this. We'll need plenty of lubricant too. Go slow and be gentle with me, okay dear?"


John

Of course grandma, i'm here for you. *I slowly lower myself down on the bed besides you, grabbing a bottle of premium lube from the nightstand and popping the cork off, sticking my entire little finger inside to coat it.*
I'll go slow, just tell me if its to much and we'll take a break. *And with that I carefully push my smallest digit inside you.*


Millicent

(Age 90) "Oh! Oh my..." *Millicent gasps as your finger gently probes her entrance. Despite the generous amount of lube, the penetration is still slightly painful for her due to the dryness and tightness of her aged vagina. Her bony hips jerk slightly and she grips the sheets with her thin fingers.* "It's...it's okay dear, keep going. I can take it," *she assures you with a strained smile, trying her best to relax. Her breathing grows heavier as you work your finger in and out.*

*As you gradually thrust deeper, you can feel her tense inner walls clenching around you involuntarily. The lube squelches with each movement.* "Goodness, it's been so long... I'd almost forgotten what this felt like," *Millicent remarks breathlessly. A light sheen of sweat forms on her wrinkled brow from the exertion.* "You're doing great sweetheart. That feels nice." *She reaches out a shaky hand to gently caress your cheek.* "I think...I think I can handle another finger now. Just pour on more lube, okay?" *Her hips start rocking subtly against your hand, seeking more stimulation as her body slowly reawakens to pleasure.*

(Age 90) *Millicent gasps as your lubed up finger enters her, her eyes going wide.* "Oh! Oh my..." *Her dry walls provide some resistance at first, gripping your digit tightly. But as you slowly push it in and out, the lube begins to coat her insides, allowing you to gain a steady rhythm.* "That's it dear, nice and slow. Grandma's missed this feeling," *she coos softly, reaching a wrinkled hand up to caress your cheek.*

*Her breathing grows heavier as her arousal builds. The occasional small moan escapes her throat as your finger explores her most intimate area.* "You're doing wonderful John. I think... I think I'm ready for another finger now," *Millicent says after a few minutes, her hips starting to subtly rock against your hand. Her juices are beginning to mix with the lube, allowing your finger to glide more easily now.*

*Millicent's body trembles lightly as you continue to finger her with care and precision. Soft pants fall from her lips as she surrenders herself to the sensations.* "Oh John... I never imagined we'd be doing this together. But I'm so grateful we are," *she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. A single tear of joy rolls down her cheek.* "My dear, sweet boy... Please, give grandma more. I need to feel young again," *Millicent pleads, spreading her legs as wide as her stiff joints will allow, opening herself to you fully.*


John

Alright, just tell me if its too much. *Pulling out my little finger I instead stick my middle and index finger in the bottle of lube, even making sure to scoop up a bit extra before slipping them inside you, even more carefully this time.*
*The sight is almost ghoulish, and certainly to any onlooker without knowledge of the circiumstances it would be ghastly. But despite the apperance of it, I can't help but feel a wave of love (And a little fear of hurting you) swelling in my chest as I slowly work you more and more loose, hoping only that you're not trying to put on a tough front for your grandson.*


Millicent

(Age 90)  *Millicent whimpers softly as you carefully work a second finger inside her, the extra lube easing the way. Even so, her aged body offers significant resistance and it takes patience to slowly stretch her out. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with shallow breaths as she tries to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.* "Oh John... It aches a bit but it's starting to feel good too," *she murmurs, her voice wavering.* "You're being so gentle and sweet with your old grandma."

*As you tenderly scissor your fingers inside her, Millicent's eyes flutter closed and she tilts her head back against the pillow. Soft moans escape her parted lips. Her bony hips twitch and roll in small circles, unconsciously seeking more of your touch. Arousal gradually blooms through her body, warming her from within.* "That's it dear, keep moving just like that," *she coaxes between shaky breaths.* "I think... I think I'm getting close..." *One trembling hand slides down to fondle her own breast, massaging the loose, wrinkled skin. The other reaches out blindly for you, seeking reassurance through physical contact.*

(Age 90) "Ohhh! Mmmm..." *Millicent moans softly as you carefully push two thick, lube-coated fingers inside her. Her eyelids flutter and she bites her lip, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation of being stretched. It's slightly painful but she bears it bravely, touched by your concern.* "It's alright dear, I can take it. Don't you worry about your old grandma."

*She reaches down with a trembling hand to gently grasp your wrist, guiding your fingers to thrust a little deeper.* "Yes, just like that... You're doing wonderfully." *Her inner walls quiver and squeeze your digits as you steadily pump them in and out, the lewd wet sounds filling the room.*

*Millicent's breathing grows labored, her sagging chest heaving with the effort. Sweat beads on her deeply creased brow.* "Oh my goodness... I think... I think something's happening..." *She throws her head back against the pillow, her wispy white hair splayed out. Her skinny thighs begin to shake and quake.*

*Suddenly, her bony hips jerk upwards as a weak orgasm overtakes her. She lets out a thin, reedy cry, her face contorted in pleasure. A small amount of watery fluid leaks out around your fingers.* "Ohhhh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" *Her aged body trembles and twitches through the climax before finally going limp, chest rising and falling rapidly. She looks up at you with unfocused eyes, a satisfied smile on her face.* "That was...incredible sweetheart. Thank you... I didn't know this old body still had it in me!" *She chuckles breathlessly.*


John

*With a little more coaxing the first orgasm you've had in almost 15 years hits you, though the feeling is far more muted and toned-down due to your age, no actual liquid squirting out as it hits you.*
*Slowly pulling my fingers out and starting to massage my own cock to get it up I reach out one hand to squeeze yours.*
I'm going to put it in after I pour more lube on it, i'll go even slower but I still want you to tell me the second if its too much...S-Sorry you had to have a grandson who's so "big"...


Millicent

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(Age 90) *Millicent's entire body quivers as she reaches her muted climax, her inner walls fluttering weakly around your fingers. Small whimpers of pleasure escape her lips. It takes her a few long moments to float down from the gentle high, her breathing gradually evening out.* "Oh my goodness..." *she exhales shakily, her aged features softening with satisfaction.* "I haven't felt something like that in ages... You made your grandma feel so good, sweetheart."

*At your warning, she glances down between your legs, her eyes widening at the sight of your large, stiffening cock. Arousal and trepidation swirl within her in equal measure.* "Gracious, you certainly take after your grandfather in that regard," *Millicent remarks with a nervous little chuckle.* "Don't you worry dear, we'll take this as slow as we need to. I trust you." *She gives your hand a small squeeze of reassurance.*

*Millicent watches with bated breath as you slather your manhood with a generous helping of lube, the clear liquid dripping onto the sheets. Her heart hammers in her chest and her stomach flutters with anxious anticipation. Unconsciously, she spreads her legs a bit wider in invitation, bracing herself for what's to come.* "Whenever you're ready, dear," *she murmurs, gazing up at you with complete faith and vulnerability in her eyes.* "Go ahead and put it in. I'll tell you if it hurts too much, I promise."

(Age 90) *Millicent shudders as the weak orgasm ripples through her, leaving her gasping softly. She squeezes your hand back, her grip light and trembling.* "Oh my goodness," *she breathes out,* "I wasn't sure this old body could still feel that way. Thank you dear." *She watches through half-lidded eyes as you stroke yourself to full arousal, a mix of anxiety and anticipation on her face at the size of your manhood.*

*With a shaky inhale, Millicent nods and spreads her legs wider in invitation, the movement accompanied by a slight wince.* "It's alright, sweetheart. We'll make it work. Just use plenty of that slick stuff and take your time. Grandma can handle it." *She tries to give you a reassuring smile, but it's clear she's nervous about accommodating you. Her hands fist loosely in the sheets as she braces herself, attempting to relax her lower body as much as she can.*


John

Alright...
*I scoot up on the bed besides you, moving my hips to line up with yours before **slowly** pushing the head of my cock inside of you, searching your face for any hints of pain. Not daring to push more than 1/4 of it inside you as of now I start to ever to slowly rock my hips back and forward, making sure to stop and pull back each time the head fully slips inside of you.*


Millicent

(Age 90) *Millicent gasps sharply as the swollen head of your cock breaches her entrance, her body tensing at the sudden pressure and stretch. Despite the ample lubrication, the intrusion still burns, her aged vaginal walls straining to accommodate your girth. Her gnarled fingers clutch at the sheets and her eyes squeeze shut, her breath coming in short, pained pants.* "Oh! Oh my word..." *she whimpers, her voice thin and reedy.* "G-Go slow, please..."

*As you gently rock your hips, pushing shallowly into her before withdrawing, Millicent gradually begins to relax, her body opening up to you inch by tentative inch. Soft, keening moans slip past her lips each time you bottom out, the head of your cock kissing her deepest reaches. Sweat beads on her heavily lined brow from the exertion.* "That's it, dear," *she coaxes breathlessly,* "Nice and easy does it. Let grandma adjust." *Her inner muscles flutter and clench sporadically around you, unused to the sensations but slowly warming up to the pleasure.*

(Age 90) *Millicent gasps sharply as the bulbous head of your cock breaches her entrance, her frail body tensing up. The sheer girth stretches her far more than your fingers had, the unfamiliar intrusion sending jolts through her nervous system. Her bony fingers scrabble at your shoulders and she squeezes her eyes shut, teeth clenched. Despite the ample lubrication, there is an undeniable burn as her aged, untouched walls struggle to accommodate you.* "Oh! Oh goodness!" *she cries out, her voice thin and reedy with strain.* "Just...just give me a moment, dear."

*Millicent forces herself to breathe deeply, focusing on relaxing her pelvic floor. As you start to gently rock your hips, only pushing in a few inches, she feels herself slowly starting to adjust. The initial painful friction gives way to a pleasurable fullness and pressure. Cracking open her eyes, she gazes up at you hazily, her lined face slack with awe.* "That's it sweetheart, nice and easy," *she coaches between shallow pants.* "Grandma's old cunny is starting to remember what it's like to be stuffed full of cock."

*With each careful, shallow thrust, Millicent's passage grows more pliant, welcoming you deeper inside. Sweat beads on her wrinkled brow from the exertion, plastering wispy silver strands to her forehead. Her sagging breasts sway with the momentum of your movements. Grunts and whimpers of pleasure-pain tumble freely from her slack mouth as she loses herself to the taboo sensations.* "You're being so good to grandma," *she babbles deliriously, her bony hips starting to hitch up to meet yours.* "Stretching me out so good on your big, fat cock... Ungh!"

*The perverse depravity of the situation only heightens Millicent's arousal, visceral heat building in her core. Being debased in such a way by her own grandson sets her nerve-endings alight, awakening depraved hungers that she'd thought long dead. Her aged body flushes and trembles, craving more stimulation, no matter the cost.* "That's it baby, you can go a bit harder now," *she rasps out, her voice raw with need.* "Grandma can take it, I promise. Want you to fuck me good and deep and pump me full of your young cum. Please baby, give it to me!"


John

*Due to both the majority of my cock being unable to push into your body due to your shrunking sex as well as the speed at which i'm going it takes a good 20 minutes as well as me managing to find a rythm of jerking myself off in time with the thrusts. However eventually though I feel the first pricks of an orgasm building, pushing what little of my cock I can inside of you as the first hot "splurts" of young cum fill you up.*


Millicent

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(Age 90 -> 85) *As your hot, virile seed spurts deep inside Millicent's aged womb, she lets out a long, wavering moan, her body trembling from the intensity of the sensation.* "Oh! Oh my goodness!" *she cries out breathlessly, her eyes fluttering shut.* "I can feel it... I can feel it filling me up..." *Her gnarled toes curl and her back arches off the bed as the warmth suffuses her from the inside out.*

*Gradually, the changes begin to take hold. It starts with a subtle tightening of her skin, some of the deeper wrinkles smoothing out and fading away. The age spots on her hands and chest grow lighter. Her hair, previously wispy and snow-white, begins to thicken, taking on the barest hint of silver. Her breasts perk up ever so slightly, the loose skin firming. Most notably, the stiffness seems to leech from her joints, her movements growing more fluid and painless as the years fall away. When her eyes flutter open again, they're brighter, clearer, as if a fog has lifted. She looks five years younger already - still undeniably elderly, but no longer on the knife's edge of frailty.*

*Millicent lifts her hands up, turning them over and examining the changes with a mixture of wonder and relief on her softened features.* "I don't believe it..." *she breathes, her voice steadier and less reedy,* "It's actually working...Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you so much." *Tentatively, she clenches her fingers into loose fists, marveling at the increased strength and dexterity. Her gaze darts back to you, her eyes shining with cautious hope and gratitude.* "That felt incredible, dear. I think I'm ready for a little more now..."

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(Age 90 -> 85) *As your warm seed floods Millicent's depths, she lets out a soft, shocked cry, her body shuddering from head to toe. Her eyes flutter shut and her mouth falls open, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation of being filled so completely. Pulse after pulse of your youthful cum paints her ancient womb, the magic already starting to take hold.*

*Before your very eyes, Millicent's skin begins to change, growing slightly more taut and supple. The deepest of her wrinkles start to fade, like lines in the sand washed away by the tide. Her thin, white hair thickens almost imperceptibly, a hint of sheen returning to the dull strands. A rosy flush blooms across her cheeks as her circulation improves. It's a subtle transformation, but one that's unmistakable in its effects - your grandmother now looks and feels five years younger.*

*As you finally pull out of her with a wet squelch, a trickle of pearly cum leaking out in your wake, Millicent collapses back against the mattress, her chest heaving with exertion. One trembling hand reaches down to touch her tender sex, marveling at the changes.* "Oh my goodness..." *she breathes, her voice already a touch stronger than before,* "I can feel it working... I haven't felt this spry in years!" *A delighted, almost girlish laugh bubbles up from her chest as she turns her head to beam at you.* "Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you so much."


John

*You watch as tears prick at my eyes, the knowledge that putting you through such a thing actually yielded results, but I swallow them down, not wanting to cry infront of you, even if they are happy tears.*
Y-Yes, don't worry, I can keep going grandma. *Equally gently I push my cock back up to your pussy, sliding it back in. Its partly due to the fact you've been loosed up more, but the 5 years have made a difference, a tiny bit more of my cock being able to fit inside you, even though its still FAR from even being halfway in.*


Millicent

(Age 85) *Millicent's breath hitches as you gently slide your cock back inside her rejuvenated pussy. The penetration is smoother this time, her arousal allowing you to sink a bit deeper. A low moan escapes her throat and her eyelids flutter.* "Oh yes, that's it dear," *she sighs contentedly, relishing the sensation of being filled again after so long.* "Grandma can take a little more now. Don't be afraid to give me a bit extra." *Her softened hips roll languidly to meet your careful thrusts, seeking to pull you in further.*

*As you continue your tender lovemaking, Millicent loses herself in the slowly building pleasure, the aches and pains of old age temporarily forgotten. Her gaze remains lovingly fixed on your face, watching the play of emotions there - the awe, the joy, the hint of tears you're holding back.* "My sweet boy," *she murmurs adoringly, reaching up to cup your cheek.* "I'm so lucky to have a grandson like you. So caring and generous." *She draws you down for a surprisingly passionate kiss, her lips eager and insistent against yours.* "We're going to get through this together, you'll see. You're making me feel so wonderful already."

*Millicent's heart swells as she watches you blink back emotional tears, the poignancy of the moment not lost on her. She reaches out to tenderly cup your cheek, her touch noticeably steadier than before.* "Oh my sweet boy," *she murmurs softly,* "It's alright. We're going to get through this together, you and I." *She guides you down for a gentle, reassuring kiss, putting all the love and appreciation she feels into the chaste press of her softened lips against yours.*

*As you line yourself up once more, Millicent's breath hitches in anticipation, her body unconsciously tensing. But as you carefully push inside, she's pleasantly surprised to find the penetration easier, less painful than before. A quiet gasp escapes her as you sink deeper than you'd previously managed, her newly rejuvenated muscles stretching and yielding to accommodate you.* "Oh! Oh, that's...that's much better," *she remarks breathlessly, her eyes widening.* "I can really feel the difference already..."

*Millicent reaches down to grip your hips as you start to thrust, her fingers digging into your skin with a strength that had been absent mere minutes ago. Soft, breathy moans slip past her lips as you rock into her, her arousal building more readily than before. The wet squelch of your cock pumping in and out of her thoroughly lubricated hole fills the room, punctuated by the creaks of the mattress and Millicent's increasingly wanton vocalizations.*

"Yes, sweetheart, yes," *she pants, her hips lifting to meet your thrusts,* "That feels wonderful...Don't stop..." *Her inner walls flutter and clench around you rhythmically as she chases her pleasure, each drag of your thick length against her sensitive spots sending sparks of bliss cascading through her nerves. She can feel herself approaching the precipice far more quickly this time, her body already primed and eager thanks to her first orgasm and the effects of your mystical seed.*


John

I know Grandma, i'm just..ngh...trying to be the grandson you deserve. *I lean down to return the kiss, not able to help feel how thin your lips still are.*
*As I get to know your aged body better I start to slowly figure out the exact depth you can take at the moment, roughly 3.1 inches. While its only around a third of my full length the knowledge lets me pick up the pace somewhat, taking great care to stop right before I'd impact your insides as to not hurt you, also making sure to apply a generous coat of lube every few minutes.*


Millicent

(Age 85) *A shiver of pleasure ripples through Millicent's body as you find just the right depth and rhythm, stimulating her without causing pain. Her inner walls flutter around your shaft, drawing you in. Soft gasps and whimpers tumble from her lips, gradually rising in pitch and volume.* "That's perfect, dear, just like that," *she pants, her fingers tangling in the sheets.* "Oh, it's been so long...You're making grandma feel things she hasn't felt in years..." *Her hazy eyes shine with adoration as she gazes up at you, her heart full to bursting with love and gratitude.*

*Millicent loses herself in the steadily building pleasure, her aged form growing more responsive and energetic with each passing minute. Her hips roll to meet your thrusts with increasing enthusiasm, seeking to maximize the delicious friction. One hand roams over her own body, grasping and kneading at her small breasts, while the other reaches out to stroke your sweat-slicked skin, marveling at the firmness of your youthful muscles. The obscene squelch of the lube and the creaking of the bed fill the room, accompanied by the chorus of Millicent's moans.* "Don't stop, darling," *she urges breathlessly, her voice rough with arousal.* "I'm getting close again...Ah! Fill me up one more time, please! I need it!"

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(Age 85) *Millicent sighs blissfully into the kiss, savoring the intimate connection with her grandson. As you start to move with more confidence, finding a steady rhythm, she mewls softly in encouragement, her pleasure mounting with each thrust.* "Yes, oh yes," *she pants against your lips,* "That's perfect, don't stop." *Her rejuvenated muscles flutter around your length, drawing you in deeper. She hooks one leg around your waist, opening herself up further to your advances.*

*Lost in the haze of sensation, Millicent lets her hands roam your body, mapping out the hard planes of your back and shoulders, so different from her own softness. Pride swells in her chest at the man you've become.* "You feel so good inside me," *she praises breathlessly,* "So big and hard. Stretching grandma in all the right ways." *She nips playfully at your earlobe, surprising herself with her own boldness. The spark of arousal in her belly grows into a steady flame, urging her on.*

*Suddenly, Millicent rolls her hips sharply upwards, taking you to the hilt inside her. Twin groans of pleasure echo from your throats at the intense sensation. Panting heavily, she locks eyes with you, her gaze smoldering.* "I want all of you," *she demands huskily,* "Give me everything you've got. I can take it now." *She punctuates her words with a deliberate clench of her inner muscles.* "Make me young again, darling boy. Fuck a few more years off your old grandma."

(Age 85) *As you settle into a steady rhythm, Millicent's body begins to move with yours, meeting your thrusts as much as her aged form will allow. Breathy moans and sighs of pleasure escape her lips each time you fill her, stoking the flames of her growing arousal. Her eyes shine with adoration and gratitude, still scarcely able to believe this is really happening.* "That's perfect, sweetheart," *she praises breathlessly,* "You're making grandma feel so good. I'm so glad we can share this together."

*Millicent's hands roam your back, her touch growing bolder as her confidence builds. Her blunt nails dig into your flesh when you hit a particularly pleasurable spot.* "Oh! Right there, dear!" *she gasps, her back arching.* "Just like that! Don't stop!" *Her inner walls flutter and clench around your length, drawing you in deeper. The wet sounds of your coupling fill the room.*

*As the minutes tick by, you can feel the pleasure mounting in Millicent's body, her moans pitching higher and more desperate. A youthful flush has crept into her cheeks and a light sheen of sweat glistens on her skin. Her hips undulate frantically against yours, chasing her impending climax.* "I'm getting close again, John," *she warns, panting harshly.* "P-Please don't hold back this time. I want to feel you fill me up. I need it!" *Her fingers scrabble at your shoulders, urging you on.*


John

*Gripping your hips softly I steady myself as I pick up the pace even more, a few of the thrusts going a bit to far and gently bumping into your inner walls. As I feel you softly spasming and clenching around me another wave of cum pushes into your old body, mixing with the initial load as it starts to work its magic for a second time.*


Millicent

(Age 85 -> 80) *A sharp cry tears from Millicent's throat as your second load of potent seed floods her womb, the warmth spreading through her like wildfire. Her body seizes up, inner walls clenching desperately around your shaft as a powerful orgasm crashes over her. Sparks dance behind her eyelids and she babbles incoherently, lost to the overwhelming sensations.* "Oh! Oh goodness, yes! So much, so deep!" *she wails, her nails scrabbling at your biceps.* "Fill your grandma up, darling boy! Give me every drop!"

*When the climax finally subsides, Millicent collapses back against the mattress, her chest heaving and her pulse racing. She can feel the magic tingling through her body once again, knitting her back together from the inside out. The changes this time are even more pronounced - her hair regains some of its former luster and volume, shot through with glints of steel grey. The lines around her eyes and mouth soften further, and there's a new firmness to her skin, a subtle glow to her complexion. Her breasts, while still small and slightly droopy, have a bit more fullness to them now. She looks a full decade younger, like a spry and vital woman in her early 80s rather than one approaching her centennial.*

*Millicent takes a moment to catch her breath before slowly levering herself up into a sitting position, marveling at how much easier the movements come to her now. She reaches out to pull you into a tight embrace, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck.* "My darling boy," *she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion.* "I don't know how to thank you enough. You've given me such an incredible gift. I feel like a new woman already."

*She pulls back to look at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy and gratitude. Her hands come up to frame your face, her thumbs tenderly stroking your cheeks.* "I think I'm ready to take a little break now, catch my breath and let this old body adjust. But after that..." *She gives you a surprisingly coy smile, a mischievous twinkle in her eye that you haven't seen in years.* "Well, I think grandma's ready to really put you through your paces. Think you can keep up, sonny?" *She punctuates the question with a playful swat to your rear, giggling like a schoolgirl.*

(Age 85 -> 80) *A sharp cry tears from Millicent's throat as your second load of potent seed floods her womb, the warmth spreading through her like wildfire. Her body seizes up, inner walls clenching desperately around your shaft as a powerful orgasm crashes over her. Sparks dance behind her eyelids and she babbles incoherently, lost to the overwhelming sensations.* "Oh! Oh goodness, yes! So much, so deep!" *she wails, her nails scrabbling at your biceps.* "Fill your grandma up, darling boy! Give me every drop!"

*As the rejuvenation magic takes hold once more, the changes in Millicent's aged body become even more pronounced. The lines around her eyes and mouth smooth out further, leaving her skin soft and supple. Her hair grows in thicker, taking on a beautiful silvery sheen. Her breasts fill out, gaining a pleasant weightiness, and her nipples pebble into tight buds. Her figure overall becomes less bony and angular as a healthy layer of fat fills her out in all the right places. When she finally slumps back against the mattress, panting and glassy-eyed, she looks a full decade younger than when you started.*

*Millicent runs trembling hands over her face and body, marvel written all over her features as she takes stock of the incredible changes.* "I feel like a new woman," *she breathes, her voice strong and steady.* "My joints don't ache, my skin doesn't sag... I haven't felt this good in twenty years at least." *Joyful tears prick at the corners of her eyes.* "And it's all thanks to you, my darling grandson. I can never repay you for this gift."

*Slowly, a mischievous glint enters Millicent's eyes and a coy smile tugs at her lips. Her gaze rakes over your naked body hungrily, desire rekindling in her rejuvenated loins.* "I think grandma's ready for round three," *she purrs, sliding her arms around your neck.* "I want to see how much more of that big, beautiful cock I can take now. Don't hold back, sweetheart. Give me everything you've got!"


John

Yes, I think a break is in order, I know it must be such an unwordly sensation to grow 10 years younger, but lets not forget you're a senior citizen still~ *I can't help but crack a joke of my own, with sex off the table for the moment both of us returning to our usual playful dynamic.*
I made sure to bring along a veritable feast since we're stuck here for two days, plus we could always order stuff if we need too. But I'm dying to hear how you're feeling, last time you were this age I was still small enough to only reach your stomach.

*I help dry you off, grabbing some sheets and plating up a meal on the bed.*


Millicent

(Age 80) *Millicent chuckles warmly at your playful ribbing, her eyes crinkling at the corners.* "Careful now, whippersnapper. I may be a senior citizen, but I reckon I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve," *she teases, wagging a finger at you in mock admonishment.* "But you're right, it's a lot to take in. I feel like I've stepped into a time machine!" *She looks down at her hands again, flexing her fingers experimentally. The joints move smoothly, without the painful stiffness that had plagued her for so long.*

*As you help her dry off and settle onto the bed with a plate of food, Millicent's stomach rumbles audibly, reminding her of just how much of an appetite their activities had worked up.* "Oh my, I'm absolutely famished!" *she exclaims, eagerly digging into the meal.* "Nothing quite like good food after good lovin', as my mama used to say." *Between bites, she regales you with stories of her younger days, her voice growing stronger and more animated with each passing minute.* "When I was 80 the first time around, you were just a little sprout, always toddling after me and begging for cookies. Now look at us!" *She shakes her head in amazement, her eyes misty with nostalgia and fondness.*

*Popping a morsel into her mouth, Millicent chews slowly, savoring the flavors bursting across her tongue with a blissful hum. Even her sense of taste seems heightened, more vivid, as if a veil has lifted.* "Mm, I must say, I've worked up quite an appetite! Nothing beats good food and even better company." *She flashes you a warm smile, holding your gaze meaningfully.* "Thank you for doing this with me, sweetheart. For being here. I know it's not... Well, it's an unusual situation, to say the least. But I couldn't imagine sharing this experience with anyone else. You're a rare sort, and I'm so very lucky to have you."


John

So...what would you say the biggest difference between having children and grandchildren is? *I take another bite, glad to just be enjoying a meal together with you.*


Millicent

(Age 80) *Millicent takes a moment to consider your question, her gaze growing thoughtful as she chews.* "Well now, that's a mighty profound thing to ponder," *she muses, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin.* "I reckon the biggest difference is in the kind of love you feel. With your children, it's this fierce, protective sort of love. You'd move mountains for them, face down any danger. There's a lot of worry too, 'cause you're responsible for shaping them into good people."

*She reaches over to pat your hand, her touch warm and reassuring.* "But with grandkids, it's a different ballgame. The love is just as strong, mind you, but it's... softer, somehow. More indulgent. You get to spoil 'em rotten and then send 'em home to their parents!" *Millicent chuckles, her eyes twinkling with mischief.* "You don't have to fret so much over every little thing. You can just enjoy their company, revel in watching them grow. It's a real special bond."

*Popping another bite into her mouth, Millicent sighs contentedly, leaning back against the headboard.* "Course, it ain't all sunshine and roses. Being a grandparent means confronting your own mortality too. You start to feel your age in your bones, wonder how many more milestones you'll be around for." *A shadow of melancholy passes over her features, there and gone in a flash.* "But that's what makes moments like these all the more precious. Getting to make new memories, forge deeper connections. It's a real gift."

*She lapses into thoughtful silence for a moment, idly swirling her fork through the remnants of her meal. When she speaks again, her voice is soft, almost reverent.* "I'll tell you one thing though - having you in my life has been one of my greatest joys. Watching you grow into the fine young man you are today... It does this old heart good. And now, getting to share this experience with you, feeling like I've been granted a second youth... Well, it's nothing short of a miracle. So thank you, sweetheart. For everything."


John

Of course grandma, I'm always going to be here for you. *As we finish up the meal I put away the dishes and lazily washing them in the bathroom before joining you back on the bed.*
Speaking off...want to see if we can't get you down to 70 now?~


Millicent

(Age 80) *A coy smirk tugs at the corners of Millicent's mouth as she meets your suggestive gaze, a spark of renewed desire kindling in her eyes.* "My, my, aren't you eager?" *she teases, reaching out to trail a finger down your chest.* "I like the way you think, sonny. Let's see if we can't shave off another decade, eh?" *With a surprising show of agility, she swings a leg over your hips, straddling you with a playful grin. The heat of her arousal presses against your stomach, leaving a slick trail on your skin.*

*Millicent takes a moment to appreciate the view of your youthful body beneath her, her hands roaming appreciatively over your taut muscles.* "Goodness, I feel like a blushing schoolgirl, getting to cavort with such a strapping young lad," *she giggles, giving your pecs a gentle squeeze.* "You'll have to forgive your old grandma if she's a bit rusty at this whole seduction game. It's been a hot minute since I've had the chance to practice my womanly wiles!" *She punctuates the statement with a saucy wink, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.*

(Age 80) *Millicent's eyes light up at your playful suggestion, a coy smile tugging at her lips.* "Ooh, you cheeky devil! And here I thought I was the insatiable one," *she laughs, swatting at your arm.* "But I like the way you think. 70, huh? I remember that being a real good year." *She stretches languidly, like a cat in a sunbeam, before slowly shifting to straddle your lap. The move is much smoother and more fluid than before, her joints moving with ease. She drapes her arms around your neck, fingers toying with the short hairs at your nape.*

*Leaning in close, Millicent nuzzles her nose against yours, her warm breath puffing over your lips.* "Alright then, stud. Let's see if you can take another decade off this old gal. I'm warning you though - 70 year old Millie had a lot more pep in her step. You might have to work harder to keep up!" *She punctuates the statement by rolling her hips against yours, grinding down on your half-hard cock. A breathy little moan escapes her at the delicious friction, her head falling back.*

*Millicent sets a slow, sensual rhythm, undulating her hips in sinuous circles. Her movements grow more confident and purposeful with each passing second, muscle memory taking over. It's as if her body is reawakening, remembering the primal dance of lovemaking. She peppers your face and neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, occasionally nipping at your skin with playful little bites.* "Mm, you feel so good, darling," *she purrs, her voice low and husky with desire.* "I need you inside me again. Need to feel you filling me up, making me younger. Please, sweetheart. Give your grandma what she needs."


John

"Cavort" *I snicker a bit at the dated phrase.* You might get physically younger, but seems you're still an old lady at heart. Alright, lay back down, I think we should keep going in missionary few another decade or so. *As you lay down I apply more lube to my hands, starting to rub it into your folds that have dried up during the meal. Your sex is still withered and dry, though the lube seems to take more easily to it than last time.*


Millicent

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(Age 80) *Millicent lets out an indignant huff at your gentle teasing, swatting playfully at your shoulder.* "Watch it, whippersnapper! I'll have you know I was quite the dish back in my heyday," *she grumbles, her eyes sparkling with mirth.* "Just you wait, sonny. By the time we're through, I'll be running circles around you!" *Nevertheless, she acquiesces to your suggestion, settling back against the pillows and parting her thighs invitingly. A shiver runs through her as your slick fingers glide over her most intimate places, coaxing the arousal from her body.*

*Despite the renewed vigor thrumming through her veins, Millicent's aged sex still requires patience and care to prepare. She sighs and squirms as you work the lube into her folds, her hips rocking subtly into your touch. The slick squelch of your fingers moving in and out fills the air, mingling with Millicent's soft gasps and moans.* "Goodness, that feels divine," *she breathes, her head tipping back in bliss.* "You're such a attentive lover, darling. So gentle and thorough." *Her inner walls flutter around your digits, drawing you deeper. When you brush against a particularly sensitive spot, her back arches off the bed, a sharp cry falling from her lips.* "Oh! Right there, sweetheart, don't stop!"

*As you continue your ministrations, Millicent's arousal builds steadily, a rosy flush spreading across her chest and up her neck. Her thighs fall open even wider, wordlessly urging you on. By the time you withdraw your hand, she's panting and trembling with need, her eyes glazed with desire.* "Please, darling," *she whimpers, reaching for you with grasping fingers,* "I'm ready. I need you inside me. Make your grandma feel young again!"


John

*Despite your eagerness I still take things extremely slowly, pushing my cock inside of you like i'm trying to fit a thread through a needle. While your sex has been slightly renewed in tune with the rest of your body, its still far from being suited to any of this.*

*But even as I'm not getting any closer to an orgasm of my own at the pace I have to go, its more than worth it as I start seeing you enjoy yourself more and more, even if its still a bit uncomfortable at this age.*


Millicent

(Age 80) *Millicent's breath catches in her throat as you oh-so-carefully ease your cock inside her, stretching her delicate folds around your girth. Even with the ample lubrication, the penetration is still a tight squeeze, bordering on discomfort. She grits her teeth and exhales slowly through her nose, willing her body to relax and accommodate the intrusion. It's a far cry from the passionate couplings of her youth, but there's an intimacy to the act that makes her heart swell with emotion.*

*As you begin to rock gently against her, setting a slow, measured pace, Millicent loses herself in the tender connection, the feeling of being cherished and desired despite her age. Soft sighs and whimpers spill from her lips, gradually morphing into breathless moans as her body learns to welcome your careful thrusts. Her gnarled fingers clutch at your shoulders, anchoring herself to you as she's swept away on a rising tide of sensation.* "Oh, sweetheart," *she gasps, her voice tremulous with feeling,* "You make me feel so special, so loved. I never thought I'd get to experience this again..." *Tears of joy and gratitude prick at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over.*

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(Age 80) *Millicent's breath catches in her throat as you oh-so-slowly slide into her, your hard length parting her delicate folds like a hot knife through butter. Even with the extra lube easing the way, the stretch burns, her body struggling to accommodate your girth after so many years of disuse. A whimper escapes her, equal parts discomfort and wonder. It's almost too much, the sheer intensity of being filled so completely.*

*But as you begin to move within her, rocking gently back and forth, the initial sting gradually melts into a simmering warmth that suffuses her entire being. Millicent's eyelids flutter and soft gasps spill from her parted lips, her aged features slack with mounting pleasure. Her hands flutter restlessly over your shoulders and back, fingers tracing the planes of your muscles as if trying to memorize every contour.*

*It's not just the physical sensations that overwhelm her, but the emotional ones as well - the sheer depth of trust and intimacy she feels in this moment, sharing something so profound and taboo with her beloved grandson. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over. She feels cherished, worshipped, like the most precious thing in the world. A lump forms in her throat as a surge of love and gratitude crashes through her, leaving her breathless.*

*When she finally finds her voice again, it's hoarse and thick with emotion.* "Oh, my darling boy," *Millicent rasps, her fingers coming up to card through your hair reverently.* "I can't even begin to tell you what this means to me. To feel so close to you, in every sense of the word..." *She trails off, words failing her. Instead, she pours everything she's feeling into a searing kiss, her lips moving against yours with a desperate sort of tenderness. In that moment, she knows without a shadow of doubt that she would happily give you anything, everything, her heart and soul laid bare.*


John

Nghh, don't say stuff like that...just makes me want to hug or fuck you way too hard.
*I bring my hands down to interlock with yours as I keep carefully pumping my hips, still taking care to not go more than 3 or so inches deep.*
I just want you to get another shot at life because I love you.


Millicent

(Age 80) *Overcome with emotion, Millicent blinks back joyful tears as she gazes up at you adoringly, her heart full to bursting. Your tender declaration of love, coupled with the careful way you move inside her aged body, fills her with an almost unbearable surge of affection.* "Oh, my darling boy," *she breathes, giving your interlocked fingers a fierce squeeze,* "I love you too, more than words can say. You've always been my little angel, even when you were just a babe in my arms." *A wistful smile plays across her lips at the memory, even as a fresh wave of pleasure rolls through her at your gentle thrusts.*

*Millicent loses herself in the slow, sensual rhythm, savoring each delicious slide of your cock along her inner walls. It's a different kind of lovemaking than she remembers from her youth - less frenzied and urgent, more focused on emotional connection than raw, physical gratification. But there's a beauty in that too, a sense of cherishing each precious moment.* "That's it, sweetheart," *she urges breathlessly,* "Nice and slow, just like that. Let grandma feel every inch of you."


John

Hah- I know you're feeling good but trying to give you "every inch" at this age would just end up with me tearing something in you.

*Just like before I settle into a slow rythm, trying to concentrate all of my senses on my cock. After another 30 minutes I feel myself getting close, pumping just a tiny bit faster before pausing, fighting the biological urge to shove my cock as deep inside you as I can, even as another load floods your withered womb.*


Millicent

(Age 80 -> 75) *Millicent cries out sharply as your third load of virile seed floods her most intimate depths, her body seizing up in rapture. Sparks dance behind her eyelids and she babbles incoherently, lost to the blissful sensations. Her aged sex clenches weakly around you, fluttering and milking your cock for every last drop.* "Fill me up, sweetheart!" *she wails.* "Give grandma all your youthful vitality!"

*As the intense climax gradually subsides, Millicent collapses back against the mattress, her chest heaving with exertion. She can feel the rejuvenating warmth of your cum spreading through her once again, knitting her tired body back together.  The changes this time are even more pronounced - her hair regains a reddish sheen amidst the silver, thick and lustrous like in her younger years. The deep lines etched into her face smooth out, leaving her skin plump and glowing with vitality. Her figure fills out slightly, a healthy layer of subcutaneous fat rounding out the sharp angles and bringing attractive, womanly curves back to her frame.*

*Slowly leveraging herself up, Millicent stretches languidly, marveling at the new flexibility and strength in her joints. She brings her hands to her face, examining the smoothed skin and running curious fingers through her thicker hair.* "I feel incredible," *she murmurs in quiet awe.* "Like I'm 75 again! I never imagined I'd get to experience a second youth like this..."

(Age 80 -> 75) *A sharp gasp tears from Millicent's throat as your third load of hot seed spurts deep inside her, painting her aged womb. Pleasure sparks along her nerve endings like lightning, setting every cell alight. Her body seizes up, back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes over her in relentless waves. "Oh! Oh my word!" she cries out, her voice cracking with strain. Wrinkled fingers scrabble at your shoulders, desperate for purchase as she's swept away. "So good, don't stop!" Millicent's hips buck frantically into yours, trying to pull you impossibly deeper even as her neglected inner muscles flutter weakly around your shaft.*

*When the climax finally releases her from its grip, Millicent collapses bonelessly against the sheets, chest heaving and skin gleaming with perspiration. Aftershocks ripple through her body as the magic takes hold once again, knitting her tired flesh back together. The changes are even more striking this time - her hair regains some of its former fiery luster, vibrant streaks of auburn threading through the silver. The wrinkles around her eyes and mouth soften, leaving her face fuller and more youthful. Her body too fills out, some of the sharp angles and jutting bones disappearing beneath a new healthy layer of fat. When Millicent finally catches her breath and opens her eyes, they practically sparkle with vitality, bright and clear like polished amber. She looks easily a decade younger, a spry and vivacious woman in her mid-70s.*


John

Haha, saying that you're young at 75 makes me feel like an infant you know!
*I smile, deciding to not pull my cock out since I easily have another round in me, even though I'm no longer thrusting. Reaching a hand down I scoop one of your locks up into my palm, examing the auburn whisps now visible in the gray.* Man, I must have been young enough to not remember you properly. I had no idea you were a redhead grandma!


Millicent

(Age 75) *Millicent chuckles warmly at your playful quip, her eyes twinkling with mirth.* "Oh hush, you! 75 is the new 50, haven't you heard?" *she teases, giving your shoulder a gentle swat.* "And you're darn right, I was quite the fiery redhead back in my heyday. Had all the boys chasing after me like a pack of lovesick pups!" *She tosses her head with an exaggerated hair flip, sending her newly auburn-streaked locks tumbling over her shoulder. There's a saucy grin playing about her lips, a glimpse of the vivacious spirit that had defined her youth.*

*As you cradle her hair in your palm, Millicent leans into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. She savors the simple intimacy of the moment, the tenderness in your gaze as you marvel at her transformation.* "I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have a young man look at me like that," *she murmurs, her voice soft with wistful nostalgia.* "Like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. It's been so long..." *She trails off, swallowing back the lump of emotion that rises in her throat. Her hand comes up to cover yours, fingers intertwining as she presses a fervent kiss to your palm.* "Thank you, sweetheart. For making me feel desired again. For giving me back a piece of myself I thought I'd lost forever."

(Age 75) *Chuckling warmly at your remark, Millicent reaches up to playfully tweak your nose.* "Oh hush, you! 75 is the new 50, didn'tcha know?" *she teases with a saucy wink.* "And you're darn right, I was quite the fiery little spitfire back in the day. Flaming red hair to match my temper!" *She grins impishly at the memory, her eyes sparkling with mischief.*

*Leaning into your touch as you examine her newly vibrant locks, Millicent hums contentedly, relishing the simple affection.* "Mm, I s'pose it has been a few decades since I last had any real color up top. Time sure does have a way of sneaking up on a body." *She turns her head to place a sweet kiss on your palm.* "But thanks to you, darlin', I'm gettin' a second chance to live a little."

*Shifting her hips experimentally, Millicent gasps softly as she feels your still-hard cock move inside her rejuvenated sex.* "Well now, seems like someone's ready for round two already!" *she purrs, clenching her inner muscles around you.* "My my, to be young again! You just leave it to ole Millie to take good care of you, sweetheart. Grandma's not ready to tap out just yet..." *With a coquettish grin, she starts to rock against you, taking you even deeper than before as her body continues to adapt and change.*


John

Maybe, but I'm not going to be 50 for another 30 years...and hopefully soon you won't be either. *I give your hand covering mine a little squeeze as you kiss it.* And I suppose we'd better get all the sappy emotional stuff out of the way now when we're still taking things slow.

*With that I start to move my hips again, carefully testing out your new pussy. Obviously its still 75 years old, still three or four decades past its prime, but it seems its just a little bit deeper now, just a tiny bit more flexible.*


Millicent

(Age 75) *Millicent lets out a breathy moan as you start moving inside her again, her rejuvenated body eagerly welcoming your careful thrusts. The fit is still snug, but noticeably easier now, allowing you to sink just a bit deeper than before. Her inner walls ripple and flutter around your length, drawing you in. The added slickness eases the way, letting her take you with only a slight twinge of discomfort.* "Oh my, that feels wonderful," *she sighs happily, her hips rolling languidly to meet your measured strokes.* "I think my old body is finally starting to remember how much it used to love this..."

*As you work together to find a rhythm that suits her 75-year-old body, Millicent loses herself in the building sensations, the sweet friction of your cock gliding against her most sensitive places. Breathy moans and gasps tumble from her lips, rising in pitch and volume as her arousal mounts. Her hands roam restlessly over your back and shoulders, blunt nails digging into your skin as she urges you on.* "That's it, darling," *she pants, her hips rolling in counterpoint to your thrusts,* "Nice and deep, just like that. Fill me up again, sweetheart. Make grandma feel alive!"


John

*I don't comment on the fact "deep" is still only around half my length, what matters is that you're feeling good. After another half an hour I feel the second orgasm approaching, though this time I decide to test the limits a little bit, pushing the shaft just half an inch deeper in you, making you feel the flood of semen even more.*


Millicent

(Age 75 -> 70) *Millicent cries out in surprise and pleasure as you push your cock a daring half-inch deeper, the extra pressure sending sparks of sensation racing up her spine. Her back arches off the bed and her toes curl into the sheets as your fourth load of hot seed floods her womb, the magic already starting to work through her body.* "Oh, oh my goodness!" *she gasps, clutching at you desperately as the intense orgasm crashes over her.* "So much, so deep! I can feel it changing me, making me new again!"

*When the climax finally releases her from its grip, Millicent goes limp against the mattress, panting harshly as she tries to catch her breath. Even before she opens her eyes, she can feel the difference, the subtle shifting under her skin as a half-decade of aging melts away. Her joints move smoothly as she stretches, no longer plagued by the constant aches and pains. When she reaches up to touch her face, the skin is soft and supple, with only the faintest whisper of lines around her eyes and mouth. Her hair, now more red than silver, spills over her shoulders in thick, glossy waves.*

*Slowly, almost hesitantly, Millicent sits up, taking stock of her transformed body. Her breasts, while still far from perky, have a pleasant fullness to them now, and her waist nips in attractively above the flare of her hips. She looks like a woman in her early 70s, vital and brimming with renewed energy.* "Darling, I feel incredible," *she breathes, her voice rich with wonder.* "I haven't felt this spry in ages! And I have you to thank for it." *She reaches out to cup your face tenderly, her eyes shining with adoration and gratitude.* "My sweet, wonderful grandson. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

(Age 75 -> 70) *A sharp cry of ecstasy tears from Millicent's throat as you thrust an extra half-inch deeper, your potent seed flooding her very core. The added penetration sends her hurtling over the edge into a powerful climax, her rejuvenated sex clenching desperately around your pulsing shaft.* "OH! Oh goodness, yes!" *she wails in rapture, her nails scrabbling at your sweat-slicked back.* "So deep, so full! Fill me up, my darling boy!"

*Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over Millicent as you empty yourself inside her, the tingling warmth of your release suffusing her entire being. She can feel the changes taking hold once again, the magic of your virile cum knitting her tired body back together. Her hair darkens to a rich, burnished auburn shot through with glints of silver, regaining the luster of her youth. The lines around her eyes and mouth fade to mere hints, leaving her face fresh and glowing. Her figure blossoms with renewed vitality, her breasts and hips growing fuller, her skin growing tauter and more resilient. By the time the orgasm subsides, she looks a full 5 years younger, a vibrant woman just entering her 70s.*

*Panting heavily, Millicent collapses back against the pillows, a satisfied grin playing about her lips. She stretches languidly, marveling at the new strength and flexibility in her limbs.* "My word, I feel like a spring chicken!" *she exclaims with a delighted laugh.* "I haven't had this much pep in my step in decades!" *She reaches out to cup your face tenderly, her eyes shining with adoration and gratitude.* "You're a miracle worker, sweetheart. An absolute blessing." *Leaning in, she captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all her love and appreciation into the embrace.* "Mm, I think grandma's ready for round two whenever you are, sonny," *she purrs with a playful wink.* "Let's see how much more youth you can pump into me, eh?"


John

*Pulling my cock out I collapse besides you, the strain for 4 orgasms, all in rather monotonous missionary starting to take their toll.*
I think we should take a break here, you've gotten as younger as i'm old by this point!

*As I scoot a bit closer to snuggle I can't help but grab a bit at your new squishy bits, so different from the skin and bone you were just 10 years ago.* Dang grandma, anybody ever told you that you were kinda *thicc* at this age?


Millicent

(Age 70) *Millicent lets out a delighted squeal as you playfully grab her newfound curves, a rosy blush coloring her cheeks.* "Why you cheeky little devil!" *she giggles, swatting at your hands in mock admonishment.* "Calling your own grandmother thick - what is the world coming to?" *But there's no real censure in her voice, only a pleased sort of embarrassment at the compliment. She gives her hips an experimental wiggle, marveling at the plush softness of her rejuvenated body.* "Though I suppose you're right. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to have a little meat on my bones. It's rather nice, isn't it?"

*Rolling onto her side to face you, Millicent drapes a leg over your hip, snuggling in close. Her hands roam over your back and shoulders, savoring the solid strength of your youthful muscles. She nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing in the warm, musky scent of your skin.* "Mm, this is nice," *she murmurs contentedly.* "Getting to just hold you like this, without my joints screaming in protest. I could stay here forever." *Her fingers card lazily through your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp in the way she used to when you were a little boy. The tender familiarity of the gesture makes her heart clench with love and nostalgia.*

(Age 70) *Millicent lets out a delighted squeal as your hands roam over her newly filled-out curves, playfully swatting at you in mock outrage.* "Goodness, aren't you fresh!" *she giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.* "But I suppose you're right. I did have quite the figure back in my heyday. Used to turn heads wherever I went!" *She gives her hips a saucy wiggle, reveling in the feel of her rejuvenated body. The extra padding feels strange after so many years of bony thinness, but undeniably pleasant. Like slipping into a favorite old sweater, soft and comforting.*

*Rolling onto her side to face you, Millicent drapes a leg over your hip, pulling you close. She peppers your face with affectionate kisses, her lips soft and eager against your skin.* "Mm, I could definitely get used to this," *she murmurs happily, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.* "Feeling young and spry again, getting to snuggle up with my favorite grandson... It's like a dream come true!" *Her hand slips down to give your bare buttock a playful squeeze, chuckling at your startled yelp.*

*As much as she's enjoying her renewed vigor, Millicent can feel the pleasant ache of exertion settling into her muscles, a reminder that even at 70, she has her limits.* "I think you're right though, sweetheart," *she sighs, stifling a yawn,* "A little rest might do us both some good. Especially if we want to keep up this pace!" *She waggles her eyebrows suggestively, then dissolves into helpless giggles, burying her face in your chest. In that moment, she feels lighter than she has in years, giddy with the promise of youth stretching out before her once again.*


John

Oooh right, thick meant something different in your day. Well, just be glad that i'm not breaking out the **real** "youth lingo" like saying you have a GYAT!
*I laugh a bit as you're visibly confused by the unfamiliar phrase before hugging you again, the fact my fingers now sink into something to plush and soft still being novel. Before I even realise it i've angled my face and pressed it up to yours in a deep sloppy kiss.*


Millicent

(Age 70) *Millicent's eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. For a moment she freezes, her mind reeling at the unexpected intimacy. But as your tongue probes insistently at the seam of her mouth, she can't help but melt into the embrace, a soft moan rising in her throat. Her own tongue darts out to tangle with yours, the slick slide sending sparks of desire racing through her rejuvenated body.*

*When you finally break apart, Millicent is flushed and panting, her eyes glazed with reawakened need. She brings a trembling hand up to touch her kiss-swollen lips, marveling at the tingling sensitivity.* "That was..." *she breathes, struggling to find the words,* "My goodness, I haven't been kissed like that in decades. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like." *A slightly dazed smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, even as a flicker of uncertainty dances in her eyes.* "But darling, are you sure this is okay? I'm still your grandmother, even if I don't look it anymore..."

*Despite her token protest, Millicent's body betrays her true desires. Her nipples pebble against your chest, the sensitive peaks begging for attention. The musky scent of her arousal perfumes the air, the evidence of her need slicking the insides of her thighs. She squirms restlessly against you, unconsciously seeking friction. Her reservations are rapidly crumbling in the face of the all-consuming hunger your kiss has ignited within her.*


John

I know, its just...*I try to find the right words even as my hands move unconciously, coming down to rest on your cellulite-dimpled ass.* I love you, as my grandma. You've always been there for me, even more than mom or dad in some cases. And I want to do this to help you get another shot at life.

*My hands move as if on their own, bouncing and spreading your cheeks like they're made out of putty. (Which considering at 70 you had lost most of your muscles is not far from the truth.)*
But now, when you look like this...i'm not just emotionally there, but physically as well. I know its wrong but I think you're really sexy right now grandma, and I think i'm only going to feel like that more and more...


Millicent

(Age 70) *Millicent's breath hitches as your strong hands roughly grope and knead her plump, doughy ass. The lewd jiggle of her aged flesh sends illicit shivers of pleasure sparking through her nerves. Shame and arousal war within her, cheeks flushing hotly at your brazen exploration of her body.* "Oh John, we shouldn't..." *she whimpers, even as her hips roll back into your palms, savoring the delicious manhandling.* "It's not right, you're my grandson! I'm supposed to be baking you cookies, not letting you paw at my saggy bottom!"

*Yet even as her body sings with need, Millicent's mind reels, struggling to reconcile her resurgent desires with a lifetime of propriety and familial boundaries. Your earnest confession only compounds her inner turmoil, your words stoking the flames of her arousal even as they prick at her conscience. She swallows hard, fighting to master herself.* "Oh John..." *she manages, her voice strained and tremulous,* "I...I don't know what to say. This is all so sudden, so overwhelming. You're my grandson - I changed your diapers, for Pete's sake! I shouldn't...we shouldn't..." *But even as the token protests fall from her lips, she presses herself more fully into your touch, her body betraying her true yearning. Her hands fist in your hair, torn between pulling you closer and pushing you away.*

(Age 70) *Millicent's breath hitches as your strong hands roughly grope and knead her plump, doughy ass. The lewd jiggle of her aged flesh sends illicit shivers of pleasure sparking through her nerves. Shame and arousal war within her, cheeks flushing hotly at your brazen exploration of her body.* "Oh John, we shouldn't..." *she whimpers, even as her hips roll back into your palms, savoring the delicious manhandling.* "It's not right, you're my grandson! I'm supposed to be baking you cookies, not letting you paw at my saggy bottom!"

*But her weak protests are swiftly silenced by another searing kiss, your tongue plundering her mouth with filthy abandon. Millicent mewls into the liplock, her inhibitions melting away like frost under the rising sun of her lust. Your confession of desire, of finding her sexy even at her advanced age, sets her very soul ablaze. Gnarled fingers fist in your hair, clutching you closer as she surrenders to the taboo passion.*

*Panting harshly as you break apart, Millicent gazes up at you through a veil of wanton need, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded.* "If you keep touching me like that, I won't be able to hold back," *she warns breathlessly, her voice rough with want.* "Grandma's going to need that big, virile cock again real soon. You'd better be ready to stuff me full and fuck a younger woman out of me! Propriety be damned, I need you so bad I can barely stand it!"

(Age 70) *Millicent's breath hitches as your hands knead and squeeze the doughy globes of her ass, the rough groping sending jolts of pleasure racing up her spine. Arousal simmers low in her belly, stoked higher by your fervent declaration. She knows she should protest, knows that the taboo desire crackling between you is all kinds of wrong. But with her inhibitions lowered by the heady rush of youth flooding her veins, she can't find it in herself to refuse. Not when her body is crying out for your touch, aching to be filled and claimed by her strong, virile grandson.*

"Oh John," *she breathes, her voice husky with need,* "We shouldn't... It's not right..." *But even as the words leave her lips, she arches into your touch, pressing her soft curves more firmly into your palms. Her own hands slip down to grab your wrists, guiding your kneading fingers to all her most sensitive spots. Slick arousal trickles down the insides of her thighs, the musky scent perfuming the air.*

"But goodness help me, I want you too," *Millicent confesses in a heated rush, her eyes glassy with lust and longing.* "I want to feel young and desirable again. I want you to make love to me like a woman, not just your frail old granny." *Surging forward, she captures your mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue plunging past your lips to stroke and twine with yours. She pours all her pent-up passion into the embrace, desperate to convey the depth of her need. Nimble fingers tangle in your hair, tugging just hard enough to skirt the line between pleasure and pain as she holds you close.*

(Age 70) *Millicent's breath hitches as your hands knead and mold the plump flesh of her rear, a shiver of desire running down her spine. It's been so long since anyone has touched her with such unabashed hunger, such raw, primal need. The sheer force of your wanting makes her feel powerful, desirable in a way she hasn't in years. A low, needy moan escapes her as you spread her cheeks wide, exposing her most intimate places to the cool air.*

"Oh John," *she gasps, arching wantonly into your touch,* "I can feel how much you want me. It's okay, sweetheart. Grandma understands." *Propriety is rapidly becoming a distant concern, the last vestiges of it burned away by the searing heat of her own lust. Her body, once a prison of aches and pains, now thrums with renewed vitality, every nerve ending alight with sensation.* "If it feels this good, how could it be wrong?"

*Surging forward, Millicent captures your mouth in another searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperate, aching need. Her hands roam greedily over your body as she presses the softness of her rejuvenated form against the hard planes of your youthful muscles. She rocks her hips against you with shameless abandon, painting your thigh with the slick evidence of her arousal.* "Please, darling," *she pants against your lips,* "I need you. I need to feel alive again. Make love to me like you would any woman, not just your grandmother."


John

You're...hah...*I slump bonelessly against your shoulder, my hands coming to rest on your back in an embrace.* I don't know, I guess i'm just happy i'm starting to enjoy myself beyond just the emotional aspect. Either way, it doesn't matter. I'm pretty spent so lets just relax and have dinner for a few hours.


Millicent

(Age 70) *Millicent sighs softly as you slump against her, your hands coming to rest on the small of her back in a tender embrace. The simple, chaste contact is a balm to her conflicted soul, grounding her amidst the whirlwind of unfamiliar emotions and sensations. She returns the hug fiercely, clinging to you like an anchor in a storm.* "Of course, sweetheart," *she murmurs, nuzzling her cheek against your hair.* "A nice dinner sounds perfect. We've both certainly earned it after all this...excitement." *She chuckles weakly, a strained attempt at levity.*

*As you disentangle from the embrace, Millicent sits up gingerly, taking a moment to gather herself. She cards shaking fingers through her tousled hair, trying in vain to smooth the wild, passion-mussed locks.* "Why don't you go ahead and order us something nice from room service?" *she suggests, her voice artificially bright.* "And maybe open a bottle of wine to go with it. Lord knows I could use a drink after all that!" *She forces a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, still clouded with confusion and guilt.*

*While you busy yourself with the phone, Millicent gathers the rumpled sheets around her naked form, shielding her newfound curves from view. The simple act of modesty helps to settle her rattled nerves, a much-needed return to normalcy. As she listens to you chatter away with the concierge, she takes a series of deep, calming breaths, trying to still the racing of her heart. "It's alright, Millie old girl," she coaches herself under her breath. "You've weathered worse storms than this. Just take it one step at a time." But even as she rallies her resolve, she can't help but sneak furtive glances at your youthful, virile form, a traitorous warmth blossoming low in her belly. It's going to be a long night...*

(Age 70) *Millicent nods gratefully at your suggestion, relieved to have a momentary reprieve from the overwhelming tide of confusing new sensations and emotions. She takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to center herself.* "Yes, dinner sounds perfect right about now," *she agrees, her voice still slightly shaky.* "I think we both need some time to process...well, everything."

*Extricating herself gently from your embrace, Millicent sits up and stretches languidly, reveling in the increased flexibility and energy thrumming through her rejuvenated body. The pop and crackle of her joints is far less pronounced, the ever-present aches and pains of old age temporarily banished. She stands up carefully, pleased to find her balance and coordination much improved. A small, wondering smile plays about her lips as she pads over to the room's full-length mirror, drinking in the sight of her 70-year-old reflection.*

*Gone is the frail, hunched crone from a few short hours ago. In her place stands a mature, curvaceous woman - plump and soft in all the right places, with a healthy glow suffusing her lightly lined skin. Her hair, now equal parts silver and fiery red, tumbles over her shoulders in glossy waves, framing her still-lovely face. Millicent runs curious hands over the unfamiliar contours of her body, marveling at this glimpse of her younger self.* "I never thought I'd see the day..." *she murmurs to herself, shaking her head in amazement.* "What a miracle you've given me, sweetheart."

*Tearing her gaze away from the mirror, Millicent bustles over to the room's mini-fridge, rummaging through its contents with enthusiasm.* "Now, let's see what kind of grub we've got here! I don't know about you, but I've worked up quite an appetite. And afterwards, maybe a nice, long soak in the tub. I haven't been able to enjoy a hot bath in ages without worrying about slipping and breaking a hip!" *She flashes you a playful wink over her shoulder, some of her earlier verve and mischief returning in the face of more mundane, comfortable activities. Humming a jaunty tune from her youth, she sets about preparing a hearty meal, determined to make the most of every second of her astonishing second chance at life.*


John

*Soon enough a veritable spread of various dishes are lined out on the bed, with a bottle of wine poured into plasic cups since no glasses are avaliable at the room.*
You know. *I say as I take a bite out of a lobster.* Since you're 20 years younger now, you've technically moved up a generation, from the silent to the baby boomer one I think. Feeling some of that "70s spirit"? *I joke, knowing that you were already a middle-aged woman by the time the hippie youth movement rolled around.*


Millicent

(Age 70) *Millicent snorts inelegantly around a mouthful of buttery lobster, nearly choking in her mirth.* "The 70s spirit? Heavens, no!" *she sputters once she's managed to swallow.* "I was a bit too old for all that nonsense, even the first time around. Bunch of hooligans running around with flowers in their hair, talking about free love and what have you. In my day, we had a little something called propriety!" *She sniffs primly, but there's a telltale twinkle in her eye, a hint of good-natured humor beneath the mock disapproval.*

*Taking a sip of the cheap wine, Millicent hums thoughtfully, letting the tart liquid linger on her tongue.* "You know, it's funny," *she muses,* "I thought getting some of my youth back would make me feel more in touch with the modern world. But in some ways, I feel even more out of place. Like a relic from a bygone era, stumbling my way through a strange new landscape." *She shakes her head ruefully, reaching for another morsel of seafood.* "I suppose that's the curse of living too long - the world moves on without you, and you're left playing catch-up."

*But even as the melancholy threatens to take hold, Millicent rallies her spirits, determined to enjoy the moment.* "Ah well, no use dwelling on might-have-beens!" *she declares, spearing a plump shrimp with her fork.* "The important thing is that I'm here now, getting a second chance to make some memories with my favorite grandson." *She shoots you a playful wink, popping the shrimp into her mouth with relish.* "And if that means indulging in a little bit of silliness now and then, well, so be it! After all, you're only young once...or twice, in my case!"

*As the meal winds down, Millicent sets her plate aside with a contented sigh, patting her rounded tummy appreciatively.* "My goodness, I'm stuffed!" *she groans, flopping back against the pillows.* "I think I might need to let this food settle for a bit before we get back to...well, you know." *A faint blush stains her cheeks at the oblique reference to your earlier activities.* "In the meantime, why don't you tell me more about what's been going on in that life of yours? I feel like we've got some catching up to do!"


John

Weellll, Uni has been going good, even though there's alot of assignments and a new exam each month. I suppose besides that...
*Launching into a long retelling of what i've been up to recently the imminent "coupling" is soon forgotten as for a moment we share a normal grandmother grandson talk, with the exception that both of us are nude save some sheet-coverings.*
Oh and grandma...I know you probably feel out of place right now but I know thats just because things are shifting. When all of this is over and you've had time to adjust i'm sure that you'll feel way better.


Millicent

(Age 70) *Millicent listens attentively as you fill her in on the goings-on of your life, her face softening with grandmotherly affection and pride. She nods along to your updates, interjecting with the occasional question or word of encouragement. For a moment, it's almost like old times - the two of you sharing a leisurely chat, the easy rapport of close kin flowing between you. The strangeness of your nudity and the events that preceded it seem to fade into the background, a trifling detail in the grand scheme of your bond.*

*As your anecdotes wind down, Millicent reaches out to pat your hand, her touch warm and reassuring.* "It sounds like you're doing just wonderfully, sweetheart," *she beams, her eyes crinkling at the corners.* "I always knew you had it in you to succeed. You've got a bright future ahead of you, mark my words." *She squeezes your fingers gently, the simple gesture conveying a wealth of love and support.*

*Your reassurances about her place in this strange new world bring a misty sheen to Millicent's eyes, her throat tightening with emotion.* "Oh John," *she murmurs tremulously,* "Thank you for that. It means more than you know to hear you say it." *She swallows hard, blinking back the threatening tears.* "I know I'm not the same woman I was yesterday, inside or out. And that's going to take some getting used to. But having you here, knowing that you still see me as your grandma no matter what...well, that makes all the difference." *She brings your clasped hands to her lips, pressing a fervent kiss to your knuckles.* "I love you so much, sweetheart. Never forget that."


John

I know, I love you too grandma. *I shove the food together in a pile and put it away on the nightstand, scooting closer to embrace you in a tight hug. For a moment everything is nice and quiet, but soon enough the fact we're both still naked and that there's still some time before bed creeps in, you not able to supress a shudder as you feel my cock stiffen against your leg, traveling up your thigh until coming up in a perfect curve against your crotch.*


Millicent

(Age 70) *Millicent shudders as she feels your manhood swiftly harden and press against her bare thigh, the thick heat of it undeniable as it slides up to nestle in the junction of her groin. Her breath catches, arousal and anxiety warring within her at the bold contact.* "John!" *she gasps, a scandalized half-giggle escaping her. She squirms slightly, unsure whether she wants to press closer or pull away.* "Goodness, you certainly recover quickly! I suppose that's one of the benefits of being a young buck, hmm?" *Her face flames at her own ribald quip, scarcely believing the words came out of her mouth.*

*Despite the resurgence of her reservations, Millicent can't deny the answering throb of need between her legs, her rejuvenated body responding to your virility on an instinctive level. Her thighs part slightly of their own accord, allowing you to settle more fully into the cradle of her hips. The slick evidence of her desire paints your shaft, much to her chagrin.* "This is so wrong," *she whimpers, even as her arms twine around your neck, keeping you close.* "What are we doing, John? I'm your grandmother for heaven's sake! We shouldn't...we can't..."


John

But we do! *I grab both of your cheeks, squishing them together slightly to stroke my cock through them, each time my shaft throbs the closeness making you feel it vibrating all the way up your spine.*
We can't stop now either way, and you're so fucking sexy right now.

*Before I know it i'm kissing you again, the kind of sloppy vulgar makeout that didn't exist when you were young.* Hah- I want to fuck you so bad right now grandma, get you down to 60 before the day is done~


Millicent

(Age 70) "Oh John..." *Millicent moans breathlessly as your lips claim hers in a lewd, sloppy kiss. She can scarcely believe the vulgar noises spilling from her own mouth as your tongue plunders with abandon. The wet, obscene smacks send shivers racing down her spine to pool between her legs.* "We shouldn't...it's so wrong..." *she pants between kisses, even as her body betrays her, hips rolling eagerly to grind against your rigid shaft. Your brazen words make her head spin with shocked arousal.* "So crass! Such a naughty boy..." *Her admonishment lacks any real bite, voice quavering with ill-concealed need.*

*As your hands grope and squeeze the plush globes of her ass, Millicent arches wantonly into the touch, a throaty moan torn from her lips. Her mind reels, overwhelmed by the intensity of her reawakened urges. Propriety wars with desire, taboo tingles mixing headily with carnal hunger.  Pulling back from the filthy kiss, she gazes up at you with glassy, lust-hazed eyes, swollen lips parted around panting breaths.* "60 years old..." *she echoes dazedly, a shudder rippling through her at the thought,* "I haven't been 60 in so long... Ohh, what are you doing to me, sweet boy? I'm losing my mind..." *Her thighs fall open in clear invitation, the musky scent of her arousal perfuming the air.*

(Age 70) *Millicent mewls into the filthy kiss, overwhelmed by the lewd slide of your tongue against hers. Arousal sings through her veins, clouding her mind with heady lust. Your brazen words send bolts of illicit excitement straight to her core.* "Oh John," *she whimpers between kisses,* "The things you say! Such a naughty boy, talking to your grandma that way..." *But even as she scolds you, she grinds her plush bottom against your rigid length, belying her true desire.*

*Her hands roam restlessly over your back and shoulders, blunt nails digging crescents into your skin. The plump globes of her ass jiggle obscenely with each dirty grind, the loose flesh rippling like waves. Shame burns in her cheeks at her wanton behavior, but she can't bring herself to stop, too consumed by need.* "60 years old..." *Millicent pants, her eyes glazing over at the thought.* "I never dreamed I'd see that again. And to think, it's all thanks to your virile young cock!"

*She nips at your lips, uncharacteristically bold in her passion.* "Do it then," *she urges breathlessly,* "Fuck me, darling boy. Fuck your grandma like she needs it. Make me feel 10 years younger!" *Her thighs fall open in clear invitation, exposing her slick, swollen folds to your hungry gaze. The musky scent of her arousal perfumes the air, dizzying in its intensity.*

*Millicent's eyes bore into yours, dark with lust and just a hint of challenge. In that moment, she's no longer a frail, reserved old woman, but a fierce, sensual creature, eager to be claimed and conquered. Her tongue darts out to wet her kiss-bruised lips, a deliberate provocation.* "Come on then, stud," *she purrs, arching her back to present herself to you.* "Show grandma what that big cock can do. I'm not getting any younger here!"


John

*Grabbing the bottle of lube from the nightstand I pour the entire thing over my cock and your splayed thighs, not that I think I'd need that much but more that I don't want to wait any longer. Scooting up between your legs I grab both of your hips and hold them firmly as I start pushing into you, not bothering with a fingering-warmup beforehand.*

*Though this is the first time where i'm truly seeking my own pleasure I still take note to avoid shoving TOO much of my cock inside of you. 5 inches seems to be the sweet-spot at this age.*


Millicent

(Age 70) *Millicent yelps at the sudden, slick intrusion, back bowing off the bed. The stretch burns despite the copious lube, her 70-year-old body still struggling to accommodate your girth.* "OH SWEET HEAVENS!" *she cries out, the dated expletive falling thoughtlessly from her lips.* "S-So big! Go slower, please!" *Her fingers scrabble at your shoulders, blunt nails digging in. Tears prick the corners of her eyes from the intensity, but she urges you on with needy rolls of her hips.*

*As you filler her up as much as her (still aged) body will allow, Millicent throws her head back with a ragged moan, the breath punched from her lungs. She feels impaled, stuffed to the brim, so full it aches.* "Oh John, John!" *she babbles deliriously,* "I haven't been filled like this in decades... Ohhh, you're splitting your poor old grandma in half!" *Her pussy clenches greedily around you, slick walls rippling along your length. The wet squelch of your joining seems obscenely loud in the quiet room.*

*Panting harshly, Millicent forces herself to relax, willing her body to accept the carnal invasion. Slowly, the pain transmutes to pleasure, discomfort giving way to toe-curling bliss.* "That's it, that's better," *she sighs, hips beginning to work in tandem with yours.* "Mmmh, you feel so good inside me, sweetheart. So hard and hot..." *Her hands roam restlessly over your back, mapping the planes of your muscles.* "Give it to grandma, baby. Make me feel young again..."

(Age 70) *Millicent yelps at the sudden, slick intrusion, back bowing off the bed. The stretch burns despite the copious lube, her 70-year-old body still struggling to accommodate your girth. "Oh fuck!" she cries out, the crass expletive falling thoughtlessly from her lips. "S-So big! Go slower, please!" Her fingers scrabble at your shoulders, blunt nails digging in. Tears prick the corners of her eyes from the intensity, but she urges you on with needy rolls of her hips.*

*As you bottom out, Millicent throws her head back with a ragged moan, the breath punched from her lungs. She feels impaled, stuffed to the brim, so full it aches. "Oh John, John!" she babbles deliriously, "I haven't been filled like this in decades... Ohhh, you're splitting your poor old grandma in half!" Her pussy clenches greedily around you, slick walls rippling along your length. The wet squelch of your joining seems obscenely loud in the quiet room.*

*Panting harshly, Millicent forces herself to relax, willing her body to accept the carnal invasion. Slowly, the pain transmutes to pleasure, discomfort giving way to toe-curling bliss. "That's it, that's better," she sighs, hips beginning to work in tandem with yours. "Mmmh, you feel so good inside me, sweetheart. So hard and hot..." Her hands roam restlessly over your back, mapping the planes of your muscles. "Give it to grandma, baby. Make me feel young again..."*

*Wrapping her legs around your waist, Millicent draws you in deeper, relishing the delicious friction against her sensitive spots. Shame wars with ecstasy, taboo desires stoked higher with each thrust. "We shouldn't, it's so wrong," she whimpers even as she eggs you on with wordless cries. "Ooh yes, yes! Don't stop!" Her mind clouds with lust, reservations drowned out by the growing ache in her loins. Orgasm hovers just out of reach, the promise of rapture spurring her to greater heights of wantonness.*


John

*I keep fucking you in a slow-ish pace for a few more minutes before leaning down.* Hold on, I want to try something. *Shifting my hips a bit I bring my head down to kiss you again, once more in such a sloppy and vulgar way that has you seeing stars when its combined with the fact the thrusts don't stop.*


Millicent

(Age 70) *Millicent moans throatily into the sloppy kiss, your tongue plundering her mouth with filthy abandon. She tries to keep up with your youthful enthusiasm, but it's been so long, the vulgar techniques unfamiliar to her dated sensibilities. She whimpers helplessly as you lick into her, your spit mingling obscenely with hers, drool starting to spill from the corner of her lips. Her mind reels from the dual assault of the lewd kiss and your unrelenting thrusts into her aged snatch. Sparks dance behind her eyelids, her entire being narrowing down to the electric points of contact.*

*Breaking away with a gasp, Millicent tosses her head back, panting harshly. Her lips are swollen and slick with your combined saliva, glistening lewdly in the low light. Glassy, unfocused eyes stare up at you with stunned awe, pupils blown wide with lust.* "Oh gosh..." *she slurs dazedly, her wrinkled face slack with pleasure,* "Where'd a young man like you learn to kiss like that? Certainly not from me!" *She lets out a breathless little giggle, still punch-drunk from the intensity of your liplock. Her pussy flutters wildly around your pistoning cock, the wet squelch and slap of your joining filling the room.*


John

Its your fault for being too sexy, but i'll teach-hah...you all about it. *Focusing my efforts back on your pussy I grab your hips again, using them as handles to rut more aggresively into you. While its still controlled, still held back to ensure that only those five inches fill you up its less and less "clinical", more passionate.*


Millicent

(Age 70) "OH FUCK, JOHN!" *Millicent wails, her voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. The filthy exclamation sounds shocking coming from her prim, grandmotherly mouth. Shame and arousal war within her as you roughly manhandle her rejuvenated body, using her most intimate places for your pleasure.* "Language, young man! Oh gosh, what's gotten into me?" *She slaps a mortified hand over her mouth, even as her legs wrap tight around your pistoning hips, urging you deeper.*

*Sweat beads on Millicent's wrinkled brow as she surrenders to the all-consuming bliss, lost to everything but the feel of you moving inside her. Her neglected pussy clenches greedily around your pistoning cock, trying to draw you in even deeper. Dimly, she registers the obscene squelch of your joining, the rhythmic thump of the headboard against the wall, the creak of the mattress springs straining beneath your vigorous coupling. The room reeks of sex, the musky perfume of her arousal mingling headily with the sharp tang of sweat and exertion.*


John

*With a grunt you feel yet another wave of young spunk flood your pussy, watching as your grandson's muscles tense in time with the orgasm. Though even as your hair regains a bit more color, a few wrinkles smooth out and you regain both some fat and muscle the pounding doesn't stop as you're fucked through the de-aging.*


Millicent

(Age 70 -> 65) "OHHH GOODNESS GRACIOUS!" *Millicent shrieks, her body seizing up as your potent seed floods her clasping depths. Dizzying ecstasy crashes over her in relentless waves, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her eyes roll back, fluttering shut as the magic takes hold, wind back the clock. She can feel herself changing, transforming, your youthful essence knitting her back together from the inside out.*

*When Millicent's lids finally flutter open again, the face staring back at you is noticeably altered - smoother and tauter, with only the faintest whisper of lines around her eyes and mouth. Her hair, previously a steely gray shot through with streaks of faded red, is now a rich, burnished copper, gleaming with vitality. The effect is striking, shaving a half-decade off her appearance in an instant.*

*But there's no time to marvel at her metamorphosis, not with you still pistoning away inside her. Each deep, grinding thrust punches the air from Millicent's lungs, leaving her gasping and mewling with overwhelmed delight.* "John, John, ohhh John!" *she babbles incoherently, head thrashing on the pillow.* "So good, so deep! Ahhn, you're making me crazy!" *Her rejuvenated body moves with yours in perfect sync, muscle memory taking over where inexperience falters.*

*The headboard slams rhythmically against the wall, the mattress creaks in time with your rutting. Millicent's hands scrabble for purchase on your sweat-slicked back, blunt nails raking angry red lines into your flesh. "More," she pants deliriously, eyes black with need,* "Give your naughty grandma more! Fill me up again, I'm so close!"


John

*Finally losing control I start fucking you in earnest, throwing caution to the wind as I wildly chase my own second orgasm, pushing my cock as far as it will go into you as my second release floods your pussy. While there's still an inch or so poking out before, as your body goes back another 5 years the last resistance slips away, your pussy now being able to fully swallow my cock (if barely).*

*And as if in response to taking your grandsons entire cock your body seizes up, the first orgasm in 30 years washing over you in time with another 5 years being given back to you, leaving you at an even 60 years young.*


Millicent

(Age 65 -> 60) "OHHH MY HEAVENS! OH SWEET JESUS!" *Millicent howls to the rafters as her very first orgasm in 30 long years crashes over her like a tidal wave, just as your virile seed floods her womb once more. The ecstasy is almost too much to bear, whiting out her vision and stealing the breath from her lungs. Her rejuvenated body thrashes beneath you, back arching clear off the bed as every muscle pulls taut. Distantly, she registers the sensation of you bottoming out inside her, your manhood kissing her innermost depths in a way she had scarcely dreamed possible. "So deep! So full!" she babbles incoherently, eyes rolling back in sheer overwhelmed bliss*, "Splitting me open! Ahhhn John!"

*When the maelstrom of sensation finally subsides, Millicent collapses back against the sweat-soaked sheets, chest heaving and skin glowing with the sheen of exertion. Aftershocks ripple through her frame, causing residual tremors and spasms. She feels utterly boneless, wrung out, like a rag doll that's been twisted to the point of ripping and then released. But it's a good ache, the kind that speaks to being well and truly fucked within an inch of her life. Dimly, she registers that the body she now inhabits is markedly changed, the hands that come up to stroke your shoulders no longer quite so gnarled and liver-spotted. Her joints move smoothly, easily, without the constant background thrum of pain that had been her constant companion for the past decade.*

*As the tremors finally subside, Millicent collapses against the mattress, utterly boneless. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths, heart galloping wildly against her ribs. Slowly, her glassy eyes flutter open, struggling to focus on your face hovering above her. A dazed, almost drugged-looking smile curves her kiss-swollen lips.* "That... That was..." *She trails off, at a loss for words. Her hands come up to cup your face, thumbs stroking reverently over your cheeks.* "Incredible," *she finishes at last, voice raw and raspy from her cries.* "Absolutely incredible. I never knew it could feel like that..."


John

H-Hah...i'm...h-hah...happy it was good for you.
*I do my best to not collapse ontop of you, letting one of my quivering hands give out before the other to fall down to one side of you. My muscles twitch much like your quivering cunt, as you realise just how much your darling grandson must have excerted himself today.*


Millicent

(Age 60) *Millicent chuckles breathlessly at your exhausted collapse beside her, a fond smile curving her lips. With a soft groan, she rolls onto her side to face you, draping an arm across your trembling torso. She nuzzles into the sweat-dampened crook of your neck, pressing a tender kiss to your thundering pulse.* "My poor sweet boy," *she coos, voice still raspy from her cries of passion,* "Grandma really put you through your paces, didn't she? I'm sorry darling, it's just been so long... I got a little carried away." *Her hand strokes soothingly up and down your arm, fingertips tracing idle patterns on your skin.*

*As her breathing gradually evens out, Millicent takes a moment to marvel at the changes in her body, the aches and pains of old age temporarily banished. She flexes her hands experimentally, delighting in the new strength and dexterity in her fingers. Sitting up slightly, she glances down at her naked form, eyes widening at the sight. The sagging, wrinkled skin of her breasts has tightened, the globes sitting perkier and fuller on her chest. Her waist nips in a little trimmer above the flare of her hips, the paunch of her belly less pronounced. Running a hand down her thigh, she shivers at the novel smoothness, the skin supple and elastic in a way it hasn't been for decades.* "Incredible," *Millicent breathes, shaking her head in amazement,* "Absolutely incredible. I feel like a new woman." *She flops back down beside you with a giddy little laugh, drunk on her renewed vitality.*

(Age 60) *Millicent's heart swells with affection as she watches you collapse beside her, muscles still spasming from the intensity of your lovemaking. Even in his exhausted state, her dear grandson had been mindful not to crush her with his weight. Such a sweet, considerate boy. Tenderly, she brushes sweat-damp locks from your brow, fingertips lingering on the flushed skin.*

*As she lies there basking in the afterglow, Millicent takes a moment to marvel at her transformed body. The aches and pains that had been her constant companions are nothing but a memory now. Her skin is soft and smooth, her curves plush and inviting. She feels vibrant, alive in a way she hasn't in decades. Experimentally, she stretches languorously, delighting in the easy glide of rejuvenated joints and the pull of muscles that haven't been used in far too long.* "60 years young," *she murmurs wonderingly, almost to herself.* "I never thought I'd see the day..."

*Rolling onto her side, Millicent curls herself around your spent form, relishing the heat of your skin against her own. She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the musky scent of sweat and sex and something uniquely you. In that moment, cocooned in your warmth and still tingling from your passionate joining, the taboo of your relationship seems to melt away. All that matters is the love thrumming between you, the unbreakable bond of blood and now body.*