It was snowing far harder than predicted, a powerful storm dumping two inches an hour in a wind-blown fury. Charlie looked out the window, marveling at the strength and beauty of nature. His mind turned to his grandmother, an elderly but capable woman of 66, certainly able to fend for herself but in a storm like this, but probably needing the help of her 19-year-old grandson.

His mom had the same thought.

"Charlie," Cynthia said, looking over the shoulder of the short, slim boy into the storm. "Maybe you should get over to Granny Libby's and help her out, check on her. I just called, she's fine, but maybe shovel her walk to get a jump on things."

"Sure, Mom, I was thinking the same thing," Charlie said. "Heck, I have a four-wheel drive, shouldn't be a problem just yet."

He loved his Granny Libby, loved her with all his heart. He'd spent a lot of time with her growing up, marveling how, as she aged, she remained fit, strong, assured, even after her husband died. She was a devoted athletic buff, running, hitting the gym, all of it maintaining a tall, sinewy body that Charlie took note of as he hit puberty, ashamed of himself when they'd go to the beach and he found himself staring too hard at that magnificent body.

For some reason, as he drove in the blinding snow this night, images of those times flashed in his mind, his grandmother, then in her 50s, a stunning vision of beauty and fitness, her shoulder length blonde hair, her flashing blue eyes, her amazingly taut body.

"Jesus Christ, focus, focus," he finally grumbled to himself, gripping the wheel and willing down the thickening in his crotch.

He got there, pulled into the drive and opened up the garage, tucking his car alongside his grandmother's, then raced upstairs where Libby was huddled on a couch, a blanket around her.

"Charlie!" she said, surprised, standing to dart over to hug him. "You dear boy!"

She held him close to her and through her bulky sweatshirt he felt the soft warmth of her small bosom, another source of his pubescent fascination back in the day. She held his head to it, arms around the back of his head, and he inhaled the gentle scent of her perfume.

"Such a good grandson!" she cooed, resting her chin atop his head, easily towering over the little lad, a good four inches taller then he at five-foot-nine.

"No problem, Grandma," he groaned, pressing himself into her almost involuntarily, feeling her strong thigh through her sweatpants dangerously close to his crotch, where his ever-ready dick was threatening to betray and humiliate him. "Uh, I'm gonna shovel you out now, just get ahead of things so it'll be easier when the storm's over."

He worked long and hard shoveling the driveway, then both walkways, actually working up a sweat in the bone-chilling cold, while inside, his grandmother happily whipped up some cookies and hot chocolate for her hard-working grandson. Whom, she thought to herself, was turning into one very handsome young man.

She stopped her cooking as a thought raced into her mind, the thought that the skinny little boy had developed into a rather muscular little specimen, owing no doubt to his proficiency in sports. The muscles she'd felt while they were hugging, an embrace that warmed her in disturbing ways. She's always preferred smaller men, her late husband was inches shorter than she as well.

"Libby, get a grip," she mumbled to herself, shaking the thoughts away before they could take hold firmly. "He's your grandson, for heaven's sake."

Charlie finally came back inside, shedding his bulky coat and boats that Libby eagerly took from him to shake off and hang on the hallway coat rack while the boy went inside, delighted to see the spread she'd laid out for him.

"Grandma, you didn't have to," he laughed, munching cookies and swilling hot chocolate, happy for their warmth and that of his beaming grandmother who watched and laughed with him.

They sat in the living room, talking long into the night, minutes spilling into hours. Charlie finally got up and looked outside. The storm showed no signs of abating.

"God, it's ugly out there," he said, his grandmother coming up behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders, making him jump. "I maybe...maybe I should get home."

"Probably, before it's too bad, though you're welcome to spend the night here," Libby said, kissing the back of his head tenderly. "You won't have classes tomorrow, that's obvious. Does your mother need you at home?"

"No, Dad's home, the other kids are, she should be OK," Charlie said, not wanting to leave, questioning whether he should

Just then, the answer came. The lights flickered off, then on, then off. And stayed that way. Charlie and Libby raced from window to window, to confirm what they knew was probably coming. Power was off up and down the street, likely all over town and beyond.

"Oh my," Libby said, instinctively wrapping her sweater tighter around her slim torso.

"Jeez, that's not good," Charlie said.

Libby lit some candles and they sat at the granite kitchen island, chatting more, trying not to notice the mounting cold. Libby lit her gas stove, opening the door and warming the area only slightly.

"That's dangerous, we probably shouldn't leave that on," Charlie said.

"You dear boy, always thinking of your old grandmother," Libby laughed.

"Grandma, you are NOT old, women your age would kill to look like you!" he said in almost an angrily defiant rush, surprised at the force they came out. "I mean, it's just that...you...you know."

"Charlie, Charlie, my dear little Charlie!" she laughed, leaning in her chair to embrace the lad, again tucking that face to her chest and holding him tight in her slender but strong arms. "You are just what an old woman needs on a cold night!"

They talked a bit more, then Libby wandered to the window again.

"My oh my, it's bad, Charlie, bad," she said, her voice tinged with concern. "Honestly, I don't think you should drive. Stay, like you used to, maybe by morning it'll pass and you can go home..."

"After I shovel you out, Grandma," he insisted.

"Of course, of course," she smiled. "Well, what bedroom would you like? There's tons of blankets in each."

Charlie picked the one at the end of the downstairs hall, with big, comfy soft bed and a thick down comforter over it, kissed his grandmother good night with a lasting hug and feeling his groin stir again. Libby kissed his little forehead and bid him good night.

"See you in the morning, sunshine!" she said as brightly as always, her breath now visible in the light of the candles she was blowing out before heading upstairs.

Charlie couldn't sleep, it was just getting too cold in his room and, he imagined, upstairs as well. He dozed fitfully and had finally drifted off, trying not to warm himself with thoughts of his sexy grandmother at the beach when he was young, when he heard the door crack open. He turned, and there she was, peering through the crack, shivering in a thick bundle of clothing she wore and a heavy robe over all.

"Grandma!" he said, sitting up. "Are you OK?"

"So cold, so cold," she said, shambling toward Charlie, her body clearly in the throes of hypothermia, shivering.

"Get in her now!" he urged her protectively, jumping out of the bed and guiding her to it, laying her down and getting in with her, tossing the thick blankets over them, not a wayward thought in his head at all, just the thought of warming his beloved grandmother and stopping her shivering.

"I'm sorry, Charlie, I didn't want to wake you," she said with trembling lips.

"Grandma, please, you didn't, I can't sleep anyway!" he said, throwing his arms over her, pressing into her from behind, trying to impart his own body's heat to her chilly, shaking form. "Now shush, just get warm and together we might be able to get some sleep!"

"Oh, Charlie, you're such a dear boy," she smiled weakly, feeling his heat permeate their clothing, comforted by it. "Dear, dear boy..."

He held her until her shivering stopped, then felt himself dozing off, as she did. He thought of pulling himself away, knowing he should. But he couldn't. Sleep, full and welcoming, finally overcame them both at 2 a.m.

It was a scant hour later when Charlie's eyes blinked open and saw the clock. For a split second, he didn't know where he was, feeling his cock hard in his sweatpants, not an unusual wee-hour occurrence by any stretch of the imagination. But then he remembered where he was, and realized his stiff cock was pressed into the firm ass of his grandmother, and worse, he was slowly, almost imperceptibly humping it, as if in a dream. He stopped, consciousness frightfully upon him, hoping his grandmother was still sound asleep.

She was not. She'd woken moments earlier, also uncertain of her location, not being in the familiar confines of her own room. Quickly, she recalled where she was. And who was with her. And what was pressing into her backside.

She didn't want to wake the boy and embarrass him, so she let him grind against her, knowing it would likely pass. It did not. And worse, it warmed a place in her that had not felt anything like it in far too long.

Then, she felt him stop, felt his body tense in shameful recognition. Both lay still for the longest time, the sound of the twisting storm roaring outside.

"Ch...Charlie, are you...awake?" she finally said gently.

"Yes...uh...just now, Granda, just now," he said, starting to pull away.

"No," she found herself saying though she knew she should let him and not let a situation develop that would change their lives forever, just letting it pass and linger on individually in both their memories as something that just happened, a biological instinct they could brush off without ever bringing it up again. "No, Charlie, you feel..."

His arms started to come away from embracing her and she found herself grabbing his wrists, holding him to her, backing ever so slightly toward his groin.

"No...it's ok...it's so warm...you feel so warm...." she said softly.

Charlie was a mix of shame and desire, of embarrassment and want. His cock, fully erect, harder than it had ever been before, showed no signs of withering, despite the offputting circumstances. He tried not to think about it but all he could think about was he had a raging hardon, caused by being pressed into the firm but fleshy ass of his sexy old grandmother.

"I...I...I..." he stammered.

"Shhhh, shhh, it's OK, it's OK," she heard herself saying, then seeing herself take his hands to her mouth, kissing them, then sucking a thumb into her mouth, fellating it, unable to stop herself, pushing back on him. "It's OK, Charlie..we..we love each other don't we?"

"Oh, God, so very much!" he cried in a near whimper, feeling his dick throb as her meaty bum seemed to fold around it through her sweatpants. "I love you so much, Grandma!"

"We have to keep warm, Charlie, we have to keep warm, it's so cold, it's so cold," she whispered, licking his palms now and unbuttoning her top, pulling aside the clothing and pressing his hot hands to her small chest where they closed around the wrinkled, saggy flesh, his little fingers finding her sensitive nipples and rubbing them. "So cold..."

Neither spoke, there was no need, they just groaned, Charlie into the soft nape of his grandmother's neck, kissing the flesh as he tweaked her nipples, Libby into the pillow, moaning, feeling his dick slowly push against her ass. She fought the urge to reach back for him, guide him inside her. And she failed.

"Oh, Charlie," she groaned, eyes closed, as she ran her hand back to him, feeling for his youthful dick, finding and gripping it. "It's been so long, so terribly long!"

Charlie froze the instant her felt the heat of his grandmother's bony little hand encircle his cock in his sweats, not afraid so much of the shame that was slowly leaving him but afraid he'd cum from the sensation of those old, strong fingers that were now gently pulling his dick, pulsating against it.

"Grandma...I'm...so sorry...." he muttered, licking her neck now, moving his tongue to the sides of it, savoring the heat and salty flavor, sucking the sexy, sagging flesh of it, mouthing it madly, thrusting against her insistent hand.

"No, don't be sorry, Charlie, just warm me, keep me warm, outside...and inside!" she gasped softly.

She stopped stroking him long enough to tug away his bottoms, freeing his cock, and then her own, both their groins clear of clothing. Her fingers found him again and in the fog of the moment, the storm outside swirling noisily, she fisted it between her saggy, supple cheeks, finding the furry entrance it sought and gently pulling it inside.

Charlie gasped loudly as he felt himself enter another, forbidden world. He pushed forward and she backward until he was fully inside her grandmother, the liquid heat of her womb washing over his dick and entire being. They held still and fast to one another for a long, incredible moment, Charlie's face nuzzled into his grandmother's neck.

"Oh, God, Charlie," she hissed, now hunching her hips, sliding him out until the knob of his slender cock nestled into the hairy, moist entrance and then taking him back inside, working herself on him as he quickly continued to feast on the sexy folds of her neck, lapping and sucking the flesh and his hands twisting those hard brown nipples.

"Grandma, oh, Granda," he moaned, matching her thrusts until they locked into a sensual ryhtym of long-time lovers, his flesh slapping at hers, louder and faster, drowning out the howling storm.

Libby hadn't had a man since her husband died years ago, never wanting one, fearing no one could make love like he. But now, as she felt Charlie's cock swell inside her, heating her from the inside out, his hands working her breasts, his tongue lavishing her neck with kisses, his lips on her ears, she knew no one could ever make love to her again like this.

No one except Charlie.

"Fuck me, my dear boy, fuck me hard!" she heard herself cry out, words she'd rarely if ever spoken to her husband as he now slipped his hands down to her hips, holding them, powering himself inside her, pounding at his grandmother's sex like a man possessed.

She twisted her head to the side, mouth open, eyes wide with desire, seeking him. He continued to thrust in and out of her as he locked his lips to her, their tongues doing battle, moaning into each other's mouths as they made out like teens on a date, caught up in a mad rush of taboo desire that made everything else in the world go away for long, hot moments.

"Grandma...I'm gonna...oh, God," he moaned into her mouth, running one hand around her neck to cup her chin, holding her face to his, probing it with his tongue, licking her lips, cheeks neck, wanting to suckle every inch.

"Me too, Charlie, me too!" she screamed, feeling his mad thrusts mount with intensity and power, his slim hips slapping loudly into hers, his young balls, bloated and ready to explode, rocketing off her soft, wrinkled butt and thighs. "CUM CHARLIE CUM WITH ME!"

Charlie hadn't a lot of experience with girls, not enough for his liking certainly, but enough to know he loved it, enough to rate the experiences by satisfaction and strength of his orgasms. And as he felt his cock throb deep inside his grandmother's womb and his nuts knot and pulsate, he knew this would be the best yet. Seconds later, he screamed a loud, guttural scream and unleashed the biggest, strongest orgasm of his young life, sending jet after jet of sperm spiraling in fire-hose streams into his grandmother's clutching womb.

She came harder than she ever had, too, from the sheer forceful thrusts of her eager grandson and from the cascading sheets of sperm blasting deep inside her. And from the sweep of forbidden lust that overcame them both.

It seemed to last forever, both their orgasms, seconds feeling like hours, until both of them, sweating now in the chill of the unheated room, finally stopped, muscles gone slack, Charlie pressed up against his grandmother, his cock flagging only slightly. A thin drizzle of cum, hot and wet, seeped from their conjoined space, spilling onto Libby's trembling thighs.

Neither spoke for the longest time, and slowly they cooled in the freezing room, their breathing back to normal. Charlie put his arms around his grandmother, kissing that impossibly sexy old neck again, feeling himself inside her, his cock swimming in the gooey warmth of them.

"Grandma," he started to say.

"Shhhh, Charlie, shhhhh," she cooed, holding his arms around her, his hands at her small, fleshy breasts, tucking herself back on him, feeling his hardness still inside her. "It's still so cold...let's stay this way...for warmth...and get some sleep..."

He sighed and obeyed, he always obeyed his beloved grandmother, and soon a peaceful sleep overcame them, the soothing cadence of their combined measured breathing lulling them to it. And each with pre-slumber thoughts of what the morning would bring when the storm would stop and the heat would come back on and they would face each other, not as grandmother and grandson but as new, forbidden lovers.

They feared those thoughts. But then, as they slipped into blissful unconsciousness, welcomed them.