The wedding date was drawing near and the pressure was getting to Oma. We had the best wedding planner in town but Oma wouldn’t relax. I could sense uncertainty and deep rooted fear on her part whenever we spoke.

Damian doubled his efforts at making her happy.  He was afraid she would call off the wedding again and he didn’t want to take chances.

I decided to help Oma feel better. I had to ensure she was at ease and relaxed. I paid for a luxury and exclusive spa session for 2 and asked her to come along.  She was my +1 for the day.

We relaxed and enjoyed the spa services.  Manicure and Pedicure came first. Then we enjoyed some traditional Moroccan bath, Age defying facials and Deep tissue massage. Two hours of pure bliss.

When we got to my house, we ordered some pizza and saw a movie. Then we slept off.
I woke up 4 hours later. The sun was setting and the darkness had started to creep in. Oma lay beside me, sleeping soundly.

I kissed her and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of juice.

As soon as I took the first sip, my phone rang.
I searched my shorts and took it out.

“Hi Bro. Oma and I had the best spa session today.  I can’t wait to go back there. And oh, you owe me big time”

He chuckled “Yeah right. How’s our wife?”

“Oma is fine. Still sleeping.I took her phones away so she can rest”

“Thank you sis. I’m truly grateful for all the help. What would I ever do without you? “.

“Well, absolutely nothing brother!”

We laughed and chatted some more.

“I have a meeting in 30 minutes. Gotta go. Love you”

“Hey. Slow down. You need some rest too. Your getting married in a few weeks”

“I know. I got this handled.”

“Ok. Stay safe. Love you”

I ended the call.

I turned around and saw Oma standing at my kitchen door. I jumped.

“Sorry I scared you. I just woke up. Today was amazing. Thank you.” she said.

I blushed. She was standing there naked. And the setting sun cast a golden shadow on her body. A desire to fuck her took over me.

“Let’s take a shower together” I suggested.

In the shower, I pushed her against the wall and licked her collar bone and neck where I knew she liked it most.
Her moans and gasps fired me up. I gripped her lifted her higher into the wall. My hands played with her breasts as I squeezed each one and worked my hands towards her nipples. I sucked on the nipples, tugging at them while I fondled her ass. Within minutes, Oma hands responded to my touch. She was kissing everywhere- my back, my ass, my breasts.

I reached down and stroked her clit while I fondled her boobs. She bit her lower lip and moaned.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I asked.

As a response, she kissed me.
I got excited as her breath quickened. I ran my hands down her body to her stomach then further. My fingers touched the tiny line of hair above her cunt, and I tickled her. My tongue worked faster on her nipple then switched to the other as I slid a finger into her sweet pussy.

I worked a second finger into the tight opening and rubbed the top of her pussy, finding the small spot that I knew would drive her mad.

Her hole tightened and she got wetter as I massaged her G spot and lifted my thumb to press gently against her clit.

I tortured Oma. I would bring her to the edge before slowing down. It gave me pleasure to control her. Her pleasure would build back up only to do the same thing again, and again. She begged me to let her cum. Eventually I let her, as she quivered, shuddered and gasped, screaming my name.






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