Read this novel at subscribestar.adult/fallenhead
https://app.unifans.io/c/fallenhead
Illustrations Posted on subscribestar
Read Exclusive subscribestar at subscribestar.adult/fallenhead
Chapter 22 Part 1 Confession in the Park
"Grandma… I… I'm sorry… I didn't mean it…
"I just can't control myself.
"Once I start doing those things, it feels like I turn into someone else.
"I really didn't mean it…"
Liam Lee put on his usual innocent look, gently nudging the crook of his grandmother's arm that covered her eyes.
Even his voice carried a faint sob.
"Grandma… please don't ignore me, okay?"
His voice trembled more and more, his throat tightening.
Suddenly he jumped up as if something had occurred to him, picked up a cloth from the side, and began to gently wipe his grandmother's semen‑stained lower body.
"Grandma, let me clean you up.
"Please forgive me, okay?"
He kept working with his hand, pressing the cloth against her plump thighs, slowly wiping upward toward the crease where her legs met.
He forced himself not to look at her lewd body, watching instead from the corner of his eye for any reaction on her face.
The soft rasp of cloth against skin echoed in the room like dry leaves in late autumn, breaking and turning to dust as they touched her.
Juice and filth blended together on the fabric, just as messy as Annie's feelings in that moment.
In her heart, she didn't truly blame him.
He was her only grandson.
But what had just happened still left her burning with shame and anger, especially the cruel words he'd thrown at her, which cut deeply at her dignity as an elder.
Yet she couldn't bring herself to hit him or shout at him.
If she let this pass, the first time would surely be followed by a second, then a third.
A mature woman like her, as full of charm as any in her generation, dared not even recall the heaven‑rending, soul‑melting ecstasy she'd just experienced, for fear she'd drown in it.
Caught between emotions, she gave in to her softer side.
Her expression stern, she sat up, took the cloth from his hand, and began wiping her own pussy.
The fine cotton pressed to her sticky opening, erasing the traces of her climax.
She gently kneaded her swollen lips; the ache from his brutal pounding made her frown.
When she looked up and saw him staring openly at her wide‑spread thighs, watching her wipe herself, anger and embarrassment rushed to her cheeks.
"You're still looking?
"Turn around!
"I'll deal with you later!"
She deliberately feigned anger, scolding him to cow this reckless little devil.
In truth, most of her fury had already faded.
Thinking back to how little time she'd spent with him over the years, she felt a deep guilt.
She knew he was eighteen and full of restless energy.
Losing control of his desire was normal.
That he'd turned this desire toward her, an elder, she understood as the product of a lonely childhood.
A boy longs to be loved.
As he grows into adolescence, that longing for family affection twists together with newly awakened lust, turning into a craving for taboo intimacy.
Sex with a beloved elder fed him more completely than casual companionship ever could.
So she blamed herself.
Blamed herself for not staying by his side more when he was young and letting things reach this point.
In the end, she thought, she was reaping what she'd sown.
*I have to teach him properly.
"I must not let him continue like this.*
Wiping at the fluid seeping from her canal, she carefully tugged the strip of stocking that had sunk into her slit.
As it came free, a wave of sour musk puffed out.
She frowned and peeled off the ruined, soaked stockings, tossing them aside.
Turning away, she slipped two fingers into her still‑messy tunnel, scraping out as much lingering fluid as she could.
Then she dressed pulling on a coffee‑colored trench coat.
As she fastened it, she looked as proper and composed as when she'd arrived, as if nothing at all had happened.
"Clean this up.
"Then we're going somewhere.
"Grandma has something to say to you."
With that, she walked out, leaving him to "tidy up."
He stared at the wrecked dressing room.
There was nothing much to clean almost all the mess was from her, her scent thick in the air, her juices painting the floor.
He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the mature, filthy smell.
It felt like being wrapped once more inside her pussy.
Looking at the scene his grandmother had created, an idea flickered through his mind.
He pulled out his phone and recorded a slow pan of the entire space.
Then he picked up the stockings tossed into the corner and shot a close‑up.
Satisfied with the videos and photos he'd captured, he nodded to himself.
Among them was the video he'd secretly taken during their coupling, recording her climax from beginning to end.
She was his first blood relative.
The forbidden thrill of incest was something he could never find with Wendy or Jenna.
This experience mattered too much to him to risk forgetting.
When he was done, he gently wrapped the stocking they'd "christened" together in a fresh garment and hid it carefully.
He walked out of the changing room, paid the bill, glanced at the still‑closed door of the neighboring cubicle, and chose not to disturb the mother and son inside.
Taking his grandmother's hand, he stepped out into the street as if nothing had happened.
Neither spoke.
Silently, she led him into a nearby park.
Illustrations Posted on subscribestar
To read Ahead go to my subscribestar
subscribestar.adult/fallenhead
This novel has 110 chapters on subscribestar