Grand Larceny (Pt. 01)

Literotic asexstories – Grand Larceny (Pt. 01) by earlbrowder,earlbrowder It was a beautiful June day as I drove my truck over to the bank. The site supervisor had passed out paychecks the day before and I was using my lunch break to replenish my checking account. I’d already written my rent check and I figured it might be helpful to have some money to cover the paper.

It was also a nice chance to say “hi” to my grandmother. She’d gotten the job at the bank after grandpa died, about ten years earlier. And, since I’d dropped out of college, gotten a construction job, and started receiving my weekly wages, she’d suggested I use her brank. It wasn’t too far from my new apartment and having a relative keep track of overdrafts was a big help.

I parked the truck and bopped into the bank lobby. A lot of other people must have gotten paid the day before, because the lines in front of the teller windows were long. I waved to gran behind her window and joined her line. She smiled at me and nodded.

There were only two people in front of me when the lobby doors banged open and a deep, harsh voice announced: “This is a holdup. Everybody on the floor.”

Things started happening in slow motion. All of the seven or eight people in the lobby, including me, swiveled our heads toward the trio of men in dark clothes and ski masks and our jaws dropped.

I was just turning back around to find grandma when the same voice barked: “On the floor, motherfuckers. NOW!”

Grandma’s big green eyes – – stretched wide in shock – – met mine just as I hit the floor.

Three pairs of boots pounded past me.

“All of it,” the same voice shouted. “Put it in the fucking bags.”

My fellow customers were spread out around me, their cheeks pressed to the floor. Some were spinning their eyes back and forth. Others had their eyes screwed shut.

It was just about then that we heard the sirens. They were warbling closer and closer.

“Fuck!” A different voice muttered. “What the fuck?”

“Close the shades,” the first voice shouted. “Get that door locked.”

The wailing sirens were just beyond the glass windows of the bank. A pair of boots thumped past me.

After a back and forth, a voice commanded us: “Everybody, up. Everybody, up.”

We all climbed to our feet. Two robbers stood in front of the teller windows. The third guy peered through the vertical blinds to the street outside. They were all armed with pistols. Red and blue lights strobed into the lobby.

“You, you, you, and you,” the boss-robber growled, pointing to myself and three other customers. “Over here.”

He banged the butt of his pistol against the plexiglass wall in front of the tellers.

“Open up,” he snarled.

There were three tellers. All women. Grandma. A woman her age. And, a younger woman. I knew the older woman’s name was “Shirley,” and she was the one who, trembling with fear, stood and walked over to the door between the tellers’ windows and the lobby. She unlocked and opened it.

“Come on, you fucktards,” the robber said, gesturing to the door with his gun. “Get in there.”

He wrangled us through the doorway and past the tellers. Grandma and I exchanged a quick glance. I could see her hands trembling with fear.

“It’s okay,” I mumbled to her as I passed. “Gonna be okay.”

“Shut the fuck up,” the robber said, pushing his pistol into my back. “Keep moving, shithead.”

He herded us into a hallway and then he and his buddy moved each of us into a separate office. He pushed me forward through a door and I stumbled against a desk.

“Wallet,” he grunted.

I fished my wallet out of my back pocket and handed it to him.

“Stay here,” he said, slipping the wallet into the pouch at the front of his black hoodie. “Don’t make a sound.”

He banged the door shut.

I waited in the office, trying to catch my breath. A minute or two later, the door flew open and grandma came tumbling into the office. She staggered against me.

The robber behind her laughed. “You two are related?”

I nodded. “She’s my grandmother.”

He laughed again. “Perfect,” he muttered before slamming the door shut as he left.

“Gran,” I said, holding my grandmother’s trembling body in a hug. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, Stan” she groaned. “Oh my gosh. What is happening?”

I hugged her. “It’s gonna be alright, gran. We’ll be okay.”

——

Thus began the famous Bentonville Hostage Standoff, a 16-hour ordeal that changed my life forever.

Gran and I slumped together against the office wall. I held her little hand in mine and steadily reassured her. She kept nodding but I could tell she didn’t believe me.

A half hour later, the office door opened and the head-robber reappeared. He closed the door carefully behind himself.

“Up,” he said, waving his gun. “Stand up.”

I helped gran to her feet.

He pulled two drivers licenses out of his hoodie pocket and peered at them.

“Stanley Wilkins,” he read off slowly, glancing up at me. “Betty Wilkins.” He looked at gran. “Grandson and grandmother, yes?”

I nodded and slipped an arm across gran’s shoulders to comfort her.

“You’re a big boy, Stan,” the robber continued. “That could be a problem.”

He stepped closer and I squeezed gran against me.

“And, you… Betty.” His eyes bent down and he wagged his pistol. “Pretty good looking broad for a senior citizen.”

Grandma gasped and turned her face away from him into my chest.

“Yeah,” the man continued in a softer voice. “A regular Mrs. Robinson.”

He chuckled. “Whaddya say, Stan. Is she a Mrs. Robinson or not?”

I squinted at him.

“Yes or no,” he responded, pointing the gun at my head.

“Y – y – yesss, sure,” I stuttered. “Please, man. Just let us go.”

The robber nodded slowly and let his gun drop to his side.

“Sure, sure. But it’s not up to me, dickhead. It’s up to those men in blue outside.”

He flicked his head over his shoulder.

“If they play ball, everything will be fine. If not….”

He clicked his tongue to finish his sentence.

“You two just hang tight here… Stan and Mrs. Robinson,” he guffawed. “You play ball and you’ll be fine.”

He reached over and yanked the phone from the desk. After he left, gran and I slid back down the wall.

“It’s gonna be okay,” I mumbled to gran. “They’ll get their money and we’ll get out of here. Don’t worry.”

Gran sniffled and nodded her head against me.

An hour went by. We heard voices on a loudspeaker somewhere outside. At some point, grandma fell asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. I started getting antsy. I glanced out the narrow ceiling-to-floor office window. The sidewalk was empty but I could just make out a cop car parked at either end of the street.

It started getting hot and stuffy in the office. I remembered from a heist movie how the cops shut off the air conditioning in a bank to encourage the robbers to leave. I unbuttoned my shirt and wrangled it off my shoulders, taking care not to wake gran. My t-shirt was damp with sweat.

The door opened and the number one robber entered. He stopped and stared down at us.

“You work out?” He asked in a strangely conversational tone.

“What?”

“I asked you if you worked out, meathead,” he replied.

Grandma stirred next to me. Her eyes blinked open and she grasped my arm when she saw the robber.

“Look,” I answered. “Can’t you just let my grandmother go? I’ll stay here. She’s scared.”

The robber nodded.

“Sure,” he answered. “No problem. I’m happy to do you a favor. But, you’ve got to do one for me.”

Good news, I thought. I nodded my head.

“Of course.”

I could see a smile stretch beneath the robber’s mask.

“So, you’re gonna play ball?” He asked.

I nodded again, more vigorously.

“Good boy,” he said.

He seated himself on the desktop, his gun hanging at his side.

“Your grandma is pretty hot for an old broad.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Real hot. Hotter than Mrs. Robinson, even.”

He chuckled. At the sound of his voice, grandma squeezed my arm harder.

The robber sighed and raised his gun.

“I wanna see her tits,” he said in a flat voice.

“What?”

He laughed again.

“I wanna see those big titties,” he continued.

I frowned.

“Take off her blouse,” he said, waving his gun.

“Nooooo,” I replied. “No way. Fuck off.”

The robber raised his arm, the gun barrel pointed at me. He slowly shifted it to point at grandma.

“You wanna play ball,” he said, his voice hitching. “You take off grandma’s blouse.”

Next to me, grandma whimpered.

“Hey, man…,” I started.

The robber stood and took two quick steps toward us. He brushed the barrel of his gun across grandma’s thick, silver hair.

“Think about it,” he said to me. “Whaddyou think, Mrs. Robinson?”

Grandma whimpered again and pushed her face against me.

“Okay, okay,” I finally said. “Just leave her be.”

The robber stepped away, taking up his position against the desk.

“Go on, Stan,” he said.

I looked down at grandma. Sweat and tears had mussed her makeup. She moved her head and her big green eyes met mine.

“Stan,” she mumbled.

“It’s okay, gran,” I said in a low voice. “We just do this and they’ll let you go. Okay?”

Grandma choked back a sob. With her eyes still glued to mine, she nodded weakly.

My fingers found the top button of her blouse and I fumbled it open. Grandma’s body trembled. I worked my way down until her blouse was open.

“Take it off,” the robber commanded.

“It’s gonna be okay,” I said to grandma as I slipped the white blouse off her shoulders. “You won’t be so hot and sweaty.”

Grandma’s lips vibrated and she nodded. Her torso and shoulders were bare except for the white lacy bra that contained her enormous breasts. I tried to look away but they were surprisingly huge.

The robber made a low whistle.

“Damn,” he said. “Super rack.”

“Okay,” I said to him. “We did it. Now let her go.”

The man in the mask nodded.

“Almost,” he said, raising his gun slightly. “Stand up, grandma.”

“Hey,” I almost shouted.

The gun waving at me shut my mouth.

“On your feet, babydoll,” the robber continued. “You too, meathead.”

I helped grandma to her feet. She still clung to me, her arms around my bicep.

“Lovely,” the robber said. “Now…,” he wagged the gun at us. “Unzip that skirt.”

“Heyyyy,” I said, wrapping an arm around grandma’s shoulders. “That’s enough.”

The robber clucked his tongue and stood.

“Fine,” he said, straightening up. “You don’t wanna play ball… you two can stay here all day and all night.”

I looked down at gran. I had to get her out of here.

“Gran,” I whispered. “It’s gonna be okay. Let’s just get outa here.”

A burst of voices on a loudspeaker snapped my head back up.

“Cops are getting nervous,” the robber said. “That makes me kind of nervous.”

He waved the gun at us.

“Go on, Stan,” he said.

I patted grandma’s hands on my arm and slipped around behind her. My fingers found the zipper at the back of her skirt and I pulled it down. The skirt dropped to the floor.

The robber whistled. “Damn, son” he hissed. “That is one fine woman.”

Gran stood in front of me, her arms crossed against her chest. I glanced down. Though I was freaked and my pulse was racing, a part of me acknowledged the robber’s compliment. Grandma had always been a buxom woman – – wide hips and big chest. But seeing her in front of me, I could see how shapely she was – – long calves, full thighs, a lush bottom, hips that still tucked in, and toned shoulders. I gulped and quickly popped my chin up to return my eyes to the robber.

“Whadday think, Stan?” The robber said in mocking tones. “Is she a stone cold fox or what? Look at those titties, son. And those legs.”

A sweat broke out across my forehead.

“Come on,” I answered. “We did what you asked… now let her go.”

The robber tapped the barrel of his pistol against his chin in mocking consideration.

“We’re getting there,” he finally said. “Put your arms down, Betty,” he commanded.

Grandma squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.

“P-p-please,” she whimpered.

The robber chuckled. “I bet all the guys say that to you, baby.” He raised the gun again. “Go on, Stan,” he directed me. “Get her arms down.”

“Come on, man,” I grunted.

The robber shook his head slowly and extended his arm, the gun pointing straight at grandma and myself. Grandma backed up a half step, pressing her backside against my chest and groin.

“I said… get those arms down, son.”

If I could have smashed him in the face, I would have. My head boiled with rage.

I leaned down and whispered in grandma’s ear. “It’s okay, gran. We’re almost done. Then you’re free.”

Grandma choked back a sob and slowly dropped her arms to her side.

“Bingo,” the robber said. He paused, gun still pointed our way. “Now, Stan, put your hands on those big titties.”

My head spun and my body vibrated.

“Fuck you,” I snarled between gritted teeth.

The robber laughed. “Yo,” he said. “I think I’m the one holding the cards here, son.”

He wagged the pistol.

“Go on… see what them titties feel like.”

I ground my teeth together and closed my eyes. There was only one way out, I said to myself, and that’s through. I moved my hands delicately to the front of grandma’s bra. She flinched at my touch.

“Uh uh,” the robber growled. “I said… feel them titties. Not use them like hand rests.”

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered.

I squeezed my hands and grandma gasped.

“That’s it, Stan,” the robber encouraged me. “Feel ’em. Grab ’em. Give ’em a good workout.”

I’ve enjoyed a fair number of breasts but I’d never held such heavy, full beauties in my hands. I squeezed again and slid my hands under grandma’s bra. Instinctively, my thumbs flicked across her nipples, still concealed by her bra ups. Grandma jerked backward and hunched her shoulders.

“Please… please…,” she mumbled.

“Oh yeah,” the robber ignored her. “Damn those titties look like some fun. Keep going, son.”

I massaged grandma’s breasts, at first with hesitation but then more confidently. I closed my eyes and imagined they belonged to my last girlfriend, a farm gal from Evanston. That didn’t help because images of Carrie’s tits and her athletic body plus the big, warm dollops of flesh in my hands only sparked something in my groin.

I opened my eyes and shook my head, trying to chase the images away. Grandma’s big, soft ass was pressed firmly against the front of my jeans. I almost groaned with embarrassment as my cock stiffened.

“Good, good,” the robber said in a breathy voice. “Real good.”

He stepped closer to us and placed the muzzle of his pistol under grandma’s chin.

“Now, baby,” he said in a low whisper. “Listen to me very closely. You’re almost free.” He paused. “Only one more little thing.” He pushed grandma’s chin up with the gun. “You gotto kiss your grandson.”

My hands froze and I was about to open my mouth when I heard grandma utter a strangled “no.”

The robber nodded his head and the muzzle of his gun raised her chin until her eyes were pointed to the ceiling.

“Oh yeah, baby” he practically cooed. “You’re gonna kiss that fine young stud behind you. And… I think you’re gonna enjoy it.”

Grandma shook her head.

“It’s the only way, baby,” the robber added.

Her eyes flashed sideways, trying to find mine.

“S-s-s-stan,” she whimpered.

I bent my head and our lips met. They parted quickly.

The robber laughed.

“No half-ass kissing allowed,” he said. “I want to see a real, honest-to-god, you’re-my-man kiss.”

Grandma exhaled. My hands still clutched her breasts. She flexed her neck until our lips met again. They remained together for a few seconds and then her mouth opened a fraction. I pushed my lips harder against hers. Her body jerked and her mouth opened wider. Her tongue jabbed between my lips. It was like two hot wires crossing. My tongue slid against hers and I reflexively squeezed her big tits.

She made a little sound in her throat and tried to stuff her tongue all the way into my mouth.

“There we go,” the robber said from somewhere in front of us. “That’s what I want to see.”

His threatening presence started to fade away as grandma and I explored the kiss we shared – – our wet lips sliding together, my tongue lapping against hers, our jaws working up and down. Gran pushed herself harder against me and I squeezed her breasts and flicked her nipples. Blood surged to my crotch.

I remember surfacing briefly and asking myself: what is happening? Then, I sank back into our passionate kiss.

We were still kissing and I was still playing with grandma’s breasts when I heard the office door shut. We didn’t stop for a minute or two until grandma pulled her lips from mine. She was panting and her chest was heaving.

“He’s gone,” she huffed.

Her backside was still pressed tightly against my front. My hands were still on her breasts. My cock stretched against my jeans.

“Honey,” she gasped. “He’s gone now.”

Her big ass leaned against my crotch, but I dropped my hands from her breasts. She exhaled and took a step forward.

“Oh my god,” grandma said as she turned toward me. “I’m sorry, Stan. Ohhhhhhh. I’m so sorry.”

I took a deep breath.

“It’s okay, gran,” I answered. “You didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t do anything wrong.” I paused and ran my hand through my hair. “That bastard had a gun on us.”

Grandma hunched over and began sobbing.

“What are we going to do?” She whimpered.

I stepped to her and put my hands on her shoulders.

“We’ll get out of here,” I said. “I promise.”

Grandma stepped into my arms and I hugged her. Her bare skin was warm and slick with sweat. She huddled in my arms.

“Do you want to put your clothes back on?” I asked.

Her body tensed.

“What if he comes back?” She whispered.

I thought about that. He would be back. But was he done with his sick games?

“I’ll just put my blouse on,” grandma said. “It’s so hot in here anyway.”

She bent down and plucked the blouse from the floor. I helped her slide her arms through it and secured a few buttons.

“The horrid things he said,” grandma said, looking up at me with watery eyes. “How could anyone?”

I hugged her.

“I know, gran,” I answered. “I know. Don’t think about it.”

We stood together silently for a few minutes.

“Honey,” grandma interrupted the quiet. “I need some water. I’m parched.”

I nodded and released her to walk to the door. I banged my fist against the pane of frosted glass.

“We need some water,” I shouted. “Give us some water.”

I kept banging until a figure appeared in the glass. It disappeared and returned. The door opened a few inches and a gloved hand slid through the opening. The hand was wrapped around a bottle of water.

“Please,” I said as I accepted the water. “Let this woman go.”

The hand disappeared and the door clicked shut. Everything had gotten quiet outside the office. Grandma and I resumed our seats, backs against the wall on the other side of the office. She curled into me and I tugged the tails of her blouse over as much of her hips and bare legs as I could.

An eternity later – – it was probably an hour or two – – I jerked my head up to the click of the door lock. In the fading sunlight, I watched a hand slide a pizza box through the door, which quickly shut again.

I retrieved the box and brought it to grandma. We munched on oily, lukewarm pizza slices. When she had finished a slice, grandma turned around, her eyes focused away from me on the opposite wall.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” grandma whispered. “I’m scared.”

I patted her shoulder and rubbed it gently.

“We’ll get out,” I responded. “I won’t let them hurt you, gran.”

The sun had set outside the bank. Flickers of blue and red flashing lights bounced against the blinds on the window. I was just drifting into a nap when the door clicked open. It was the boss of the robbers. My eyes blinked open and grandma stirred against me.

“Well,” he said. “Looks like we’re gonna be here for a while…. Stupid fucking bulls.”

He settled onto the desk. The light was dim but there was enough to see that he still held the gun in right hand.

“You two been busy?” He asked. “Necking. Making out. Maybe something more?”

Grandma gasped and pushed herself against my side. I looped an arm around her shoulders. The robber chuckled.

“Yeah,” he continued. “Those cops are boring me.” He paused. “You two. Stand up. Come on, Mrs. Robinson.”

I helped grandma to her feet.

“Are you going to let us go?” I asked.

The robber nodded. “Sure thing, Tarzan. But, I don’t think we’re done yet. Do you?”

I gritted my teeth.

“We’ve done every sick thing you wanted. You said you’d let my grandmother go.”

“Damn, girl.” The robber ignored me. “You look super fine in that blouse.”

He stood up.

“But you look even better without it.” He waved his gun. “Unbutton it, sonny.”

“Please, mister,” grandma hissed. “Just let us go. We won’t say anything.”

“Blouse. Unbuttoned. Now,” he answered in a flat voice.

I patted grandma’s shoulder and my fingers worked to undo the buttons until her blouse draped open, revealing her bra and panties.

“Hands on tits,” the robber hissed at us.

I moved my hands to grandma’s bra. She inhaled sharply as my fingers cupped her heavy breasts. I squeezed them in my hand and rubbed my thumbs across her lace-covered nipples. Grandma hung her head down.

“Kissy kissy,” the robber said with a chuckle.

Grandma raised her head and our lips met. There was no hesitation this time – – her mouth opened and our tongues wrestled together. My body responded before my mind had time to react – – my cock swelling against my jeans. I almost choked when grandma’s wide ass pushed against my groin.

“Beautiful,” the robber whispered.

While we made out the robber stood and stepped quickly to my side. The cold metal of the gun’s muzzle kissed my neck.

“Take off them jeans,” the robber whispered into my ear.

I opened my mouth to object but he pressed the gun harder against my neck.

I removed my hands from grandma’s breasts and undid my jeans. Our mouths were still glued together as I unzipped and my pants slid to my ankles.

The robber chuckled. “Push them drawers down,” he whispered hoarsely.

I pulled my mouth from grandma’s. She was panting and had pushed the back of her head against my chest, raising her face toward the ceiling.

“W-w-wait a minute,” I gasped. “H-h-hold on.”

The muzzle pushed harder against my neck.

I gulped and shucked my boxers. My thick, hard cock sprang free and I hinged my hips to avoid contact with grandma’s panty-covered ass.

“Damn, son,” the robber exclaimed, removing the gun muzzle from my skin. “Look at that.” He guffawed. “Bro… look at that big old dick.” He laughed again. “You got yourself a monster hard-on for granny.”

Grandma gasped in front of me. I screwed my eyes shut.

“Go on, grandma,” the robber said. “Feel that grandson cock. Get your ass on that, Mrs. Robinson.”

Grandma huffed.

“I don’t want to,” she said with a strangled cry. “Please.”

The robber chuckled. “Looks like grandson does. Damn. That thing is like a fucking torpedo.”

With a throaty whine, grandma slowly backed up until her ass made contact with my cock.

“Ohhhh,” she said in surprise.

Her big ass cheeks pushed against me and her lace panties slid along my cock. I gasped in surprise.

“Uh huh,” the robber said, returning to the desk. “Hands on titties, kissy kissy, and grind that ass, grandma.”

Grandma inhaled deeply and my hands crawled back onto her tits. She gazed up at me – – her eyes were round with fear, or something else. She twisted an arm up and around the back of my neck to pull my face to hers. We kissed and I massaged her breasts while she wiggled her ass against my cock. I was getting harder and harder.

“Slide them panties down, son,” the robber directed me. “That big old torpedo looks like it’s gonna explode pretty soon.”

I dropped my hands to the hem of grandma’s panties and peeled them down over her hips. She shifted forward and sideways to help me. As I pushed her panties down, my swollen cock made contact with the soft, warm skin of her ass. A gasp rumbled up grandma’s throat and I answered with an equally deep groan.

Grandma slowly rolled her big ass against my cock, which glided between her generous ass cheeks. My hands returned to her tits. We twisted together and grandma’s chest rose and fell more quickly.

I couldn’t help myself. I was so overwhelmed by it – – her skin against mine, the big balloons in my hands, our lips sliding against each other, tongues flicking and rolling together – – I moved my hand to my cock and guided it between her thighs.

I shut my eyes and grandma hitched her ass up. Neither of us was thinking anymore. A mysterious, deep wave carried us forward. There was no point trying to resist it.

The tip of my cock found her wet labia. I grunted and my cock was enveloped in a tight, silky glove. I pulled my lips from grandma’s and groaned. Grandma pressed her hips backward. My cock spread her as it tunneled deep inside. I cried out in the dim light and pumped my hips.

Our bodies were in control of everything now, and grandma and I fucked hard and fast. Her fleshy body shuddered against me and her whimpers vibrated into my mouth. When I was harder than I’d ever been, I looped my arms around her waist and thrust as firmly and deeply as I could. Grandma’s head twisted from mine and she keened a high-pitched moan. I emptied myself into her, squeezing my arms around her waist.

When it was over, I still grasped her waist and her body slumped in my arms. I opened my eyes. The robber was gone. The door was shut. I stumbled backwards, taking her with me as I hit the wall and slid downward.

By the time my ass hit the carpet, my cock had slipped free and grandma and I lay in a jumble. She was splayed between my legs, her eyes closed and her tits rising and falling with deep, rapid gasps. We stayed like that for five or ten minutes.

“Oh….oh…,” grandma sobbed.

I took a deep breath and pulled her close to me.

“It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear. “It’s okay, gran. He made us do it.”

Grandma’s sobs ebbed and she nodded her head.

“Yes, yes, that’s right,” she whispered, her voice scratchy. “That bad man made us do it.”

I hugged her until her breath quieted, then I gently buttoned her blouse back up. I was still naked except for my t-shirt.

“Honey.” Grandma’s voice broke the silence. “I have to pee.”

I nodded and helped her to her feet. She glanced down at my crotch and I bent quickly to scoop up my jeans and pull them back on. I trod to the office door and banged the glass.

“Hey,” I shouted. “We need the bathroom here.”

There was no response so I knocked on the door again, and again.

“Fuck,” I swore as I turned to grandma. “They must be asleep or something.”

I swept my eyes around the room, spotting a wastebasket. I grabbed it and placed it behind the desk.

“You’ll have to go in the trash can,” I whispered to grandma.

Grandma nodded and made her way around the desk. I heard the sound of water splashing.

“Whew,” grandma whispered when she returned, sliding down the wall to sit next to me. “That’s better.”

I took her hand in mine and squeezed it.

“Honey,” she said after several minutes. “I’m sorry. That was so bad. So wrong.”

I patted her hand.

“It’s okay,” I answered. “We had to do it. Now, we need to just forget it. And… get the heck out of here.”

Grandma turned to me, her big eyes glowing and her silver hair gleaming in the dim light.

“Stan,” she whispered. “You’re such a good grandson. Thank you.”

I nodded and she pecked me on the cheek. She wrapped her arms around my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. We drifted off to sleep.

——-

I woke in the dark hours. The click of the office door echoed in the office. Somebody had left a brown paper bag on the office desk. At first, I thought it must be food. But, when I carefully got to my feet and opened the bag, I spied four stacks of bills.

“What the hell?” I said out loud.

My voice woke grandma.

“Stan,” she mumbled. “Stan?”

“Over here,” I answered, pushing my hand into the bag and riffing through the stacks.

Grandma’s body pushed next to me.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Money.”

“What?” She asked.

“They left us a bag of money,” I answered, pulling a paper-banded stack from the bag. “The robbers.”

Grandma looked at the bills and then at me.

“Do you think they’re gone?” She asked.

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. We would have heard more noise.”

“Oh,” grandma whispered, sliding her arms around my bicep and squeezing.

I returned the money to the bag and rolled it shut. I turned to grandma. Her green eyes glowed.

“What are we gonna do?” I asked.

“Hold me,” grandma answered.

I slipped my arms around her waist and hugged her to me. We stood together until I felt her hips sway slightly against me. I hugged her tighter. Her head was nestled against my chest but she pulled it back to look up. Our eyes met and everything stopped for just a moment.

When our lips met and our tongues greeted each other, I grunted with surprise and pleasure. My groin was already surging with energy and blood. Grandma’s hands squeezed my chest and I moved my lips to the soft, warm skin of her neck, kissing and sucking. Grandma sighed a long “Ohhhhhh” and pressed her hands against the back of my head. I ground my rigid dick against her belly.

Without saying a word, she nudged me gently until her ass rested on the desktop. I stepped between her thighs and unzipped my jeans. Her hand shot to my cock and she guided it to her crotch. I yanked her panties to the side and slid into her. Grandma gasped and released me.

She dropped onto the desk and I stood over her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her gorgeous tits rising and falling, her pale, full body spread beneath me. She bent her knees until her heels rested on the desktop. I pushed deeper and she gasped.

This time, we fucked in a slow, deliberate rhythm until grandma, biting her lower lip, wagged her head back and forth. Her hands beat against my chest as I pumped my hips back and forth. When she clutched my t-shirt in her hands and tugged it, my cock exploded. We came together in a chorus of huffs and groans. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hang onto the throbbing pleasure that radiated from my dick.

There were no apologies afterward. When my deflating clock slid free from her wet pussy, I stepped back, my chest heaving. Grandma lay on the desk, legs and arms akimbo. After a couple of minutes, she roused herself and sat up. She buttoned up her blouse, slid her panties back on, and rolled off the desk onto her feet.

I was just pulling up my jeans and zipping them back on when we heard a series of sharp pops in the lobby. I grabbed grandma’s arm with one hand and swept the paper bag off the desk with my other hand. We tumbled to the floor. More pops — quicker and louder. I covered grandma’s body with mine. Somebody shouted in pain outside the office.

A few minutes later the office door banged open and a bright beam of light swept across us.

“In here,” a voice shouted. “Two hostages.”

I pressed myself against grandma until two hands grasped my arm and lifted me upward. I rose to the sight of a cop in black tactical gear, a mask stretched across the bottom of his face. A cop behind him shoved past us to help grandma to her feet.

“Are you okay?” The cop grasping me barked. “Are you injured?”

I shook my head.

“We’re okay,” I answered.

Flashlight beams swept wildly across the room.

“Ma’am,” the cop turned to grandma. He glanced down at grandma’s naked legs. “Are you okay?”

Grandma nodded. “Yes. Yes, officer. I’m fine.”

Grandma followed the cop’s gaze.

“My skirt,” she said. “They made me take it off.”

The other cop snatched her skirt from the desk and handed it to her. They both turned away as she stepped into it and zipped it on.

They led us out of the office and down the corridor. The smell of gunpowder drifted through the air.

“Eyes down,” the cop whispered as he tugged me through the door and into the area behind the counter.

I dropped my gaze, but not before I sighted a body dressed in black jeans and sweatshirt lying on the ground behind the counter. His chest was stitched with dark, glistening spots. He still wore his mask, but I knew it was the boss robber. Before I could spit on him, the cop hustled me into the bank lobby.

Gran and I spent the rest of the night in the hospital. Mom and dad rushed over and we hugged in my room.

“I’ve got to check on mom,” dad said before scuttling out of the room.

“She’s okay,” I shouted as he left. “I know she’s okay.”

Mom hugged me again, sobbing into my shoulder.