Days of Future Past

Days of Future Past
by N.B.

Officially they were the Post-Graduate Archive Research Team 2 in the sociology department of the university, but unofficially the group with which Mark spent incredibly long hours working five and six days a week were known as the “digital gravediggers,” so named for their practice of unearthing long buried secrets from the internet.

The program in which Mark was doing his doctoral thesis was focused on garnering a better understanding of the role the internet had played in changing behaviors of humankind. His portion of the research focused on the first 50 years of internet popularity.

The concept behind the grant funded program was relatively simple. Researchers combed archival data to randomly find internet sites that had been abandoned long ago, then did some in-depth work to explore the history of those sites.

The technology behind the study was pretty amazing, but after all it was the year 2050, and people were used to being amazed by technology. Using the tools available to them, the research team could track down the originating IP address for virtual any website, from there find a geographic point of origin, and about 80 percent of the time locate an individual responsible for any internet posting.

And it had all gone swimmingly, at least until today when Mark, in making the first pass at a new list of sites, had seen in the results an address he immediately recognized. After checking the data twice to be sure, he still couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The website in question was a common Word Press blog page of a fashion popularized about 40 years earlier, 2010 or so. Its content was sexual – very sexual – in nature, but of an amateur variety and not one of the more common professional porn sites with which the researchers were very familiar. What stunned Mark, however, was not the racy content, but rather the geographic address associated with the origination of the site’s IP address. It was a locale he recognized; in fact knew well.

The street address he had confirmed thrice now belonged to a house in a town only about 30 minutes away. He knew the home located there well, having visited often, which was not surprising considered that the occupants were his maternal grandparents – his “Grams” and “Pops.”

Flabbergasted at the discovery but convinced by the methodology, he was thoroughly certain that the “Rachael” who had created the site and maintained it until 2025 or so was none other than his sweet, loving Grams.

With that information in hand, Mark had subtly removed the site from the research project, choosing instead to make its exploration a personal rather than academic endeavor. And explore it he did, spending hours reading every story, looking at every picture, and recreating every link from the page to other long-forgotten web sites.

He would be less than honest if he didn’t admit that peeking at his grandmother’s past through the digital keyhole of modern technology was as exciting and arousing as any real voyeuristic experience could be. While the stories she had written were still exciting 40 years later, and the low-res internet picture grabs displayed with them enticing, it was the personal tidbits that she had chosen to share that excited Mark in ways he never could imagined.

After all, how often is it that a grandson learns about his grandmother’s first teenage experience in performing fellatio, about her love for semen, her frequent masturbation sessions that often included pieces of furniture, and even the great lengths she went to in preparing herself for her first experience with anal sex, as well as how much she came to like that particular endeavor.

Fueled by what he was reading, Mark had embarked on a series of incestuous fantasies that had his 24-year-old libido maxed out and his more-than-healthy penis rubbed nearly raw.

In fact, he had taken advantage of the latest in home entertainment technology to advance the fantasies farther than his normal late-night reading and masturbation session.

In his apartment was the most modern of ultra-high definition virtual reality machines – a Christmas present from his aunt and uncle – which allowed the users to program fantasy sex sessions if they so chose. Mark had uploaded some video taken of his Grams at a family vacation at the beach, when she was wearing a one-piece black bathing suit that really showed off her still-firm bottom and great, though short, legs, along with several pieces of pertinent information he had on hand, such as her bra size (34B, gleaned from adolescent visits to her dirty clothes hamper), the salt and pepper coloration of her hair, an approximate dress size (he thought a 6) and other bits of personal information.

The end result was that he found himself with the virtual reality headset on, his cock encased in the condom-like sex sleeve provided for just such fantasies, walking on a beach in the late afternoon, hand in hand with his Grams.

Even top-of-the-line VR machines could not capture all the nuances of real life, at least not yet, but he did hear the sound of the ocean, smell the sea breeze, and feel the sand under his feet. When a sudden storm blew across the beach he convinced Grams they should take shelter under a raised boardwalk, and since VR fantasy sex tended to rush toward a conclusion with little thought of a story line, it wasn’t long until they were holding each other tight and kissing, even as the storm ended and tourists again were walking overhead and in sight on the sand.

In no time Grams was on her knees, the top of her swimsuit pushed down to her waist, his hands caressing her breasts while she fingered herself with one hand and held his cock in the other, teasing the edge of its crimson head with her tongue before taking it into her mouth to suck. Mark’s hips went into overdrive as he fucked his grandmother’s mouth, his hands tangled in her short graying hair, and it wasn’t long until he felt the swelling of his balls that promised and imminent explosion, and then came deep into her throat as she moaned around his meaty shaft.

Prior to entering VR world, Mark had taken a T-1 pill, which could double and even triple the volume of a man’s ejaculation. Originally designed as a fertility drug, the T-1 was now available over the counter, but could only be used twice a week, and never by those over the age of 40, who reported severe disabling pain as their balls attempted to produce enough cum to satisfy the pill’s demands on the body.

Needless to say, after mouth-fucking his virtual Grams to climax, the machine’s sex sleeve was filled to overflowing with hot, thick man cream. As Mark removed the disposable sleeve from the machine in order to flush it, he realized that as much fun as the VR experience had been, it still wasn’t the real thing. And having read all of Grams’ hottest desires and fantasies, the real thing was exactly what Mark wanted to enjoy. The planning began.

A month later, his mother told Mark that his grandfather was going to be gone from home for a weeklong “guy trip” that was to include several of his buddies at an out-of-state resort famous for fishing, golfing, diving and other male bonding pastimes. As soon as he disconnected the face-to-face chatter connection with Mom, he reached out to Grams, and invited himself to come stay with her while Pops was gone.

Grams lived close enough to the university that Mark could easily drive in from her home, and he had a couple of days off coming his way anyway and could take them that week as well. She was of course delighted to welcome him, as they had always gotten along well, and had dinner prepared when he arrived on Saturday night.

The next couple of days were as normal as normal could be, Grams enjoying the company of her handsome and very smart grandson, and Mark taking every opportunity to enjoy looking at Grams’ still slim and attractive body, while remembering the many hot sexual adventures about which he had read.

It was on Monday night that things changed, when Mark asked Grams if she had ever seen a Generation 4 i-movie. Grams said she had not, and Mark explained that the concept was that you could upload digital images of people, taken at precise profiles, and that those captured on the images could then become the characters in the movie. It sounded like fun, and soon the required images of both Mark and Grams had been uploaded into what he told her was a random movie about which he knew nothing, but in fact was a romantic comedy about an older woman falling for a younger man that Mark had seen before.

The technology was incredible, and before long it was as though the main characters of the movie were in fact Grams and Mark, which became a little awkward as the story line progressed, and especially so near the end when it became clear the characters were headed for a sex scene, a fact Mark had known from the beginning.

As the scene unfolded with the female protagonist seducing her younger lover, Mark heard a soft moan from his Grams, who was twisting and turning in her seat as though uncomfortable with what she was seeing, or at least the company with whom she was watching it. For his part, Mark made sure that the very obvious outline of his swollen cock was visible through the thin knit sleeping pants he wore, and more than once caught Grams looking his way when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.

Once the movie ended, they headed to bed, with Mark giving Grams a longer-than-usual goodnight hug and pressing his obvious erection against her as he did. From the previous nights Mark knew that once Grams was ready for bed, she would make a final trip to the kitchen for a drink before retiring. He was counting on that routine as he prepared the room in which he slept, making sure there was a soft light on, and that the mirror on the dresser was angled perfectly so that anyone standing at the door could see the bed.

Once he heard Grams leave her room, Mark began furiously stroking his cock, and from the soft gasp he heard as she walked by the cracked door he knew that she had stopped to watch. In his left hand Mark had a pair of black panties he had taken from the laundry basket, and which he held to his nose to sniff as he pumped the full nine inches of his fat penis.

Having taken at T-1 earlier, he felt the cum boiling in his balls and moved the panties down to his shaft, using the soft fabric to caress his meat until it exploded in rivers of cum that shot all the way up his stomach and chest to his neck. As he came he muttered “Grams, oh Grams, please!” just loudly enough to be heard, and after calming down used the panties to clean the mess from his body, then dropped them under the edge of the bed. The click of her door told him Grams had stayed for the entire show, and he hoped the combination of the movie’s love scene and his masturbatory masterpiece had rekindled the fires that once led his grandmother to tease her internet followers with stories and personal fantasies of incest.

The next day, the panties were gone when he got home from the university. For the next two nights, nothing happened, and Mark refused to even jerk off. Then, around 3 a.m. Thursday morning, the house quiet and dark, Mark heard his grandmother call his name.

“Mark, could you come here, I think I heard something,” she said, and immediately he jumped up and went into her room, flipping on a lamp, looking out her windows, then walking through the townhouse to be sure it was empty.

“Nothing,” he said. “Must have been a dream.”

“Maybe, but I’m still a little rattled. Just a nervous old woman I guess, anxious with her husband gone. Guess that’s the way it is when you’re 68. Would you mind lying here with me for a little while, until I can get back to sleep?”

“Glad to Grams,” Mark said, then returned to his room to turn off the lamp, and to quickly swallow a T-1, just in case, before returning to her bed.

An hour later he thought it had been all for nothing, and had nearly drifted to sleep, his eyes closed, when he felt her fingertips caressing his bare chest, heard her say something about her “sweet, beautiful grandson, so smart and handsome and sexy,” as she stroked his body, thinking him asleep. He waited until she leaned her face over his chest, touched her tongue to his nipple and allowed her hand to slide down to caress his fully engorged cock through his shorts, before allowing his eyes to open and his hand to caress her hair.

“Yes, Grams, yes!” Mark said, and that was all the permission she needed. In a matter of seconds, her gown tossed to the floor, Mark had his first glimpse of his grandmother’s breasts, noting that the nipples were darker and thicker than he had imagined, and then he lost sight of those womanly charms as her torso moved to allow her mouth to find his cock.

Mark stroked his grandmother’s back and the top of her ass as she sucked the swollen head of his shaft into her mouth, allowing her tongue to taste inside it’s opening, then plunging down along its heavy fullness as though she had been starved of the opportunity to suck a hard young cock for far too long.

As much as he enjoyed the ministrations of her lips and tongue, Mark did not want to spend his seed in her mouth, at least not the first time, so he shifted her to her back, spread her legs, admiring the fullness of her well trimmed patch of pubic hair as he used his fingers to open long, swollen labia that were soaked with the fluids of arousal.

Slowly he fed his cock inside her, knowing she could not take it all at one time without it hurting her, but easing into a steady rhythm that allowed a little more to enter her body with each downward stroke.

She was breathing hard now, caressing her own nipples while his hands were cupped under her ass, pulling her to him, slamming into her. “It’s been so long. Please, Mark, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

And he did, pistoning into a rolling, rocking fierce fucking the likes of which he had never enjoyed with any of the younger women he had bedded; fucking her until her neck turned a crimson red, her words became a gibberish of nasty sex talk, and her body exploded with a gush of pussy juices that coated his shaft and brought with them his own orgasm, a T-1 fueled torrent of young cum filling her cunt to overflowing as he thumbed her clit and made her quiver yet again.

As they calmed down in the afterglow, the realization setting in that Mark had, thoroughly and completely, with her permission, fucked his own grandmother, he rearranged himself on the bed. Laying flat, his feet toward her head, he pulled her over top of him, her cum-filled cunt over his face. With two fingers of his left hand he reached inside her pussy, lubricating them with the slickness of their juices, then moving a glob of the liquid mess to the wrinkled rosebud of her ass, which he then penetrated with the index finger of his left hand. As he pumped a finger in and out of his grandmother’s ass, Mark pulled her tender, swollen pussy to his mouth, licking and sucking his cum from her gaping hole and teasing her clit.

He was aware of Rachael tasting her own pussy on his cock, felt her hand stroking his shaft against her face, but was consumed by the taste of her pussy, his grandmother’s pussy, the warm, hot hole from which his own mother had come. His face was lathered in their combined juices, his lips covered with his own cum as he licked and sucked her clit, two fingers now inside her ass, stretching it. And then she could take no more, the culmination of her incestuous fantasies from decades ago now wracking her body, she trembled, convulsed, weeping in pleasure as she came again and again, each convulsion pushing more of his own cum into his face.

At some point his cock erupted again, coating her face in a whitewashing of his cum and bringing on yet another trembling orgasm that left her pussy twitching and pulsing. For two hours she had been fucked, then eaten, by her grandson, and the experience was more incredible than Rachael could ever have imagined.

At last they disentangled, the sheets soaked with copious amounts of body fluids, both their faces covered with cum, the smell of her ass pucker on his fingers.

“Mark, how in the world did you ever become so kinky?” his grandmother asked, smiling as she looked at the glistening liquids that covered his mouth.

“It’s genetic,” he said. “I have a Dirty Minded Grandmom.”

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Rachael’s Response

Oh, how perfect was that!? What a fantastic premise. It’s exciting enough for me to think about people reading my stuff now, but to entertain the idea that somehow my filthy fantasies will be captured and preserved for perverts from future generations to masturbate to is too much! I adore the idea of a beloved grandson discovering my nasty secret in this way and using all his high-tech resources to give his horny Grams a very low-tech cunt fucking. He knows all my private fantasies and is able to use that knowledge to seduce me into finally crossing that taboo line with a family member. I guess that’s the last item on my bucket list! Time to make a new list: 1.) Get fucked in the ass by my well-hung grandson.

What an awesome idea to have cum volume enhancement drugs. I so hope someone is working on that right now! I can only imagine what that would do for the bukakke industry. If the future is full of 9-inch cocks and cum by the gallon, count me in!

Thank you, N.B., for that provocatively inventive peek into an enviable future. (God, I hope I can still fuck like that when I’m 68!)

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