Old beauty

Thud

He fell to the ground right after nodding his head. The amount of pressure was too much for him at his age.

'Haa…' She sighed. "As I thought, it was more than what he could handle. This was just a glimpse of the actual technique. If it was the real one. Then," She didn't think of it.

She lifted his head held him in her arms, and fed him a pill. Then she carried him into the house. She climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom.

The room was not big, just enough for a bed. A table was placed near the window. The other small room with a wooden tub. Only these two rooms are on this floor.

She placed him on the bed.

She gazed at him and caressed his face. Then she kissed his forehead and left the room.

***

Aragon opened his eyes slowly and looked around.

"I'm in bed, Grandma must have brought me here." He thought, then he got off the bed.

He walked towards the stairs, and that's when he saw the door to the bath was open. Then he saw Freja drying herself naked with a towel in her hand. She was standing with her back to the door, so she didn't see Aragon.

He got a view of her back.

Even though she was his grandma, she was her in mid-forties. Her curves and plump back indicated her mature age. Her wet skin added more enticing and her wet hair was dancing on her back with dripping water droplets.

She suddenly turned towards the door and saw Aragon standing with a reddened face.

He was even more panicked seeing her wholly naked, now that she has turned to him, in turn giving him an eyeful.

Her ample bosom was quite a handful and the curve on both sides under the bust was like an hourglass figure. Going below with a bush covering the 'main' and those legs were well muscled with enough thickness.

"I…Gr…" Aragon quickly ran downstairs not knowing why. He was feeling hot all over his body. Feeling his body temperature rise abruptly. He didn't know what to do, panicked.

He was flustered. In these tribal lands, they were no proper way of stating the affairs of men and women. 

So most of the children were taught by their parents about the relationship between men and women. And as for marriage, at the age of 15, they can marry if both parties agree. If one disagrees, they just fight.

Aragon had come to learn about it. He knew full well about the woman and the act done between the men and women.

While Aragon was in a confused state about what would happen now, Freja came down.

She wore a simple long gown and she tied it to the back of her head like a bun.

He was looking at the floor, still with a reddened face and ears.

"Lil Aragon." She called out to him while sitting beside him.

"Grandma…"

Freja placed her finger on his lips and said, "Don't worry about it. There is nothing to worry about. Matter for another time" She said, as she smiled mysteriously.