Nanna Comes to Help, Chapter 1

  • Posted on April 30, 2015 at 7:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

When my supervisor told me I’d been chosen to attend a special management training course, I was very excited. Here I was just 25 years old, a single mother lacking a college education, but through a lot of hard work I’d earned an opportunity I knew I couldn’t turn down. It would mean almost certain career advancement and a chance to make a lot more money.

The only problem was my daughter, Jordan. She was 7 years old and we were extremely close. Ever since she was born, we had not been apart for even a single night. I was totally dedicated to her. I rarely went out on dates, and I came straight home from work every night so I could be with her.

It’s not that I didn’t have plenty of people who wanted to date me. I was, I knew, considered an attractive young woman. I took care of my appearance and I liked being pretty. But I did it for myself, not for all those men (and some women, too) who made it quite clear that they would like to get to know me better.

My commitment, though, was to my daughter. I simply wasn’t interested in being with anyone else. I loved her dearly, and she was as devoted to me as I was to her.

That’s what concerned me. The training sessions were to take place in Minneapolis, halfway across the country, and I would be away for almost a full week. How would Jordan handle that kind of a separation?

I couldn’t take her with me. For one thing, I would be completely busy with my schedule: in addition to classes during the day, there would be lectures and discussion groups at night as well. And for another thing, I couldn’t possibly pull her out of school for that long. She was nearing the end of 2nd grade, doing very well, and I did not want to interrupt her education.

Finally I decided to ask my mother if she could come over to Spokane and stay with Jordan while I was gone. My mom lived several hours away, in Seattle, but I hoped she would be able and willing to make the trip, and she was.

“Oh, Stacie, that’s just wonderful, I’m so proud of you. You’ve worked hard and you deserve it,” she told me on the phone when I called her. “Of course I’d be glad to come and help in any way I can.”

“Thank you so much, Mother. That’s a big relief. I know it’s not easy for you to get away, but I really don’t want to trust her to anyone else.”

“No problem, honey, I’m happy to do it. It’ll be fun spending time with my darling little granddaughter.”

We made the arrangements. My mom would drive over on the Sunday when I had to leave. She would arrive around 1:00, and my flight wasn’t until 4:40 that afternoon, so that should work out fine. I was pleased.

But now I had to tell Jordan. How would she respond?

My little girl and I were inseparable. We did everything together. She would happily come in the kitchen and help me fix our meal when I got home from work. After dinner, we cleaned up the dishes together, then I helped her with her homework if she had any, and then we would play games or read books or sometimes watch TV together until it was time for our bath.

We bathed together every night. It was a special time for us, a nice warm mother and daughter time. Then we put on our pajamas and got in bed together. She always slept in the same bed with me.

Jordan and I were very close — you might even say intimate — and I wasn’t sure she was prepared to be away from me for so long.

That night when I got home from work and picked her up at the neighbor’s house where she stayed after school, I told her we were going out for dinner as a special treat and we could go to any restaurant she wanted. She chose Chuck E. Cheese’s, of course, which was fine. We had a good time there, and in the car on the way home, I began the conversation.

“Honey, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“What, Mommy?”

“You know I’ve been working really hard at my job, and you remember I said that part of the reason I work so hard is because I might someday be able to get an even better job, become a manager. You remember that?”

“Uh-huh.”

I glanced over at my daughter. She’s so adorable. Any girl that age is precious, of course, but Jordan is something special. She has the cutest little face, those big brown eyes, and such sweet pink lips. Every time I look at her I love her even more.

“It turns out,” I told her, “that I have an opportunity right now to do something really neat. It’s a chance to attend a training school so I can get a promotion. I didn’t think it would happen this soon, but they told me today that I’ve been chosen over six other people who wanted to go.”

“Wow, that’s cool, Mommy.”

“But the thing is, honey, I have to go away to another city for a few days to take this training. It’s pretty far, and I’ll have to stay in a hotel there for several nights. So it means I’ll be gone from Sunday night until Friday night, not next week but in a couple of weeks. It’ll be okay, though, because your Nanna is coming to stay with you and take care of you while I’m gone. That’ll be fun, won’t it?”

“Um, I guess.”

Just then we pulled into the driveway of the little house we were renting. Once I got my promotion and had a bigger salary, I thought, we’ll be able to afford a nicer house in a better neighborhood.

“Let’s talk about it some more inside, sweetie.”

We went in and sat on the sofa together.

“Do you want some ice cream, or anything?” I asked.

“Not now. But can we maybe have some after our bath?”

“Sure we can. That sounds good.” I put my arm around her and squeezed her. “Now, tell me how you feel about having me go away for a few days while Nanna comes to take care of you.”

Jordan looked down at her hands in her lap. “Um, I know it’s good for you to go there for that thing. So I’m glad you can, but… but, Mommy, I will miss you so much!”

When she turned her little face up to me, there were tears brimming in her eyes. My heart just broke when I saw her that way. I grabbed her up in my arms and held her tightly, kissing her face.

“Oh, my baby, my sweet baby girl, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

I was crying now myself.

“It’s okay, Mommy, don’t be sad.” She patted my side. She was consoling me!

I released her from the crushing hug and wiped away my tears with the back of my hands. “I promise you it will be fine with Nanna here. She loves you very much, honey, just as much as I do.”

“I know.”

I held her face in my hands and kissed her cheeks again and again, then her lips.

“But, Mommy?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Will Nanna take a bath with me every night?”

I smiled at her. “I don’t know, baby, but she might. I can ask her for you. Would you like her to take a bath with you?”

She nodded. “And will she, um, will she let me cuddle with her in bed at night like I do with you?”

“Well, that I’m not so sure about. Maybe. But probably not as much as you and I do. The kinds of things we do, well, we’re much closer than most mommies and little girls usually are. Or nannas and little girls.”

“Okay.”

I hugged my daughter once more, but this time not quite so tightly. “Thank you, sweetheart, for being so understanding about this. It really is an important thing for me to do.”

“I know.”

“Do you want to go take our bath now, and then have some ice cream?”

“Sure!”

*   *   *

Three weeks later, my return flight arrived at the Spokane airport at 2:15 on a Friday afternoon. As I put my luggage in the back seat of our old used car at the long-term parking lot, I heaved a sigh, then smiled. I was worn out but very pleased with myself.

Our intensive training schedule had concluded that morning, with two dozen students from all around the country, including me, being awarded certificates. I was the youngest among them. Most of the others were in their 30s, and a few were in their 40s. I was also the only one in the class without a college degree. Yet, at 25, I was on my way to a successful career.

I’d started four years earlier as a teller trainee at the credit union. Before long, I was promoted to cashier, and a year ago, I’d become head cashier. It was not just because I had a head for numbers, but also because I was good with people, a natural manager. Mainly, though, I thought to myself, it was because I was so dedicated to my job.

The other cashiers and tellers too often seemed distracted with boyfriend gossip, with personal issues, or with idle conversations about what to do on the weekend or where to shop for clothes. I stood out because of my steady focus on my work. The branch manager could sense that I was someone she could count on to be disciplined and responsible.

Now I was in line to become the next assistant manager and someday after that, perhaps, to manage my own branch office. It gave me a thrill to know how well I was doing. Soon there would be more money for Jordan and me. We could live somewhere nice, maybe get a new car, take real vacations together.

I’d missed my daughter a great deal during the five days I was away from her. We had talked on the phone at least once a day, but I longed to be beside her again, to see her pretty face, to touch her soft skin, to cuddle with her in bed at night.

That made me wonder how things were going between Jordan and my mother. When I’d called, my mom always said everything was fine. I hoped that was true.

I hadn’t been able to see my mother very much recently. For one thing, she and my father had moved from Spokane to Seattle several years earlier when he’d acquired a new business. And then, about two years ago, after my father had a sudden heart attack and died, she’d taken over running that business, a chain of small grocery stores. It was a lot for her to handle, and I knew she was working 60 or 70 hours a week. That’s why I’d been hesitant to ask her to come. I wasn’t sure if she would be able to take the time.

I really missed my mother. We’d been close when I was growing up. She was only 19 when I was born, and my father was much older — old enough to be her father — and he was always at work, so I didn’t see him very much. My mother stayed home and took such good care of me. She was young and pretty and I adored her.

So I was glad that she’d been willing to take a week off from her work. I was looking forward to talking with her and catching up. She told me on the phone that she’d decided to stay an extra few days with us after I got back, if I didn’t mind. Of course I didn’t mind, I assured her. It would be nice to be together again.

As soon as I pulled into the driveway, the front door burst open and Jordan came racing out. I got out of the car and received the biggest hug I think I’ve ever had. I picked her up and squeezed her, and she wrapped her little legs around my waist. She kept kissing my face all over, saying, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!”

I knew I was loved and that I had been missed.

I finally put her down and we went inside, holding hands. I gave my mother a hug and thanked her once again for coming to take care of Jordan.

“Oh, it was great,” she said. “We had all sorts of fun together, didn’t we, darling?”

Jordan nodded, smiling happily, and took her Nanna’s hand too.

“In fact,” continued my mother, “that’s something we should talk about. But why don’t you go put your things away and change your clothes if you want. Then we can talk.”

“Talk about what?” I asked. “Did something happen while I was away? Did anything go wrong?”

I looked down at Jordan, but she seemed perfectly fine.

“Nothing bad. Just… there are things we need to talk about. But you get settled in first, like I said, maybe change out of your business suit, and relax a little. Would you like something to drink? A glass of wine?”

“Yes, I suppose that would be nice. Okay, I’ll be right back.”

I took my luggage and my briefcase into my bedroom and left them, figuring I would unpack later. What in the world did my mother want to talk to me about? It couldn’t be anything bad, could it?

I quickly changed into a pair of loose shorts and a comfortable pullover shirt, then went back into the living room.

My mother handed me a glass of chilled white wine. “Here’s to the successful manager trainee,” she toasted.

“I’ll drink to that,” I smiled, and did.

Jordan wrapped her little arms around my waist again before I could sit down. “Mommy, I’m so glad you’re back!”

“I am too, sweetheart. I missed you a lot. Here, sit down next to me.” She and I sat next to each other on the sofa, but then something occurred to me.

“Is it all right if she’s here while we talk?” I asked my mother. “Because she can go play in her room, or outside or something, if…”

“No, she should stay. It concerns her.”

“It does? Is she okay? Did anything happen?” Again I looked at my daughter, but she appeared to be as well as ever, maybe better. She seemed extremely happy.

“She’s fine. Everything’s fine,” my mother assured me. Since our tiny living room had only the sofa, the TV, a bookcase, and a little table, she had brought in one of our two chairs from the kitchen table. She pulled the chair closer to me so she could put her hand on my knee while we talked.

“So, what is it?” I asked impatiently.

As she took a sip of wine, my mother patted my leg and smiled. Then she began, “Okay, I’ll tell you. The first night, last Sunday, after you left, Jordan and I had our supper, and after that we took a bath together, just as you and she had asked. That was nice. I liked doing it. She also asked if she could sleep with me, the way the two of you sleep together.”

“Uh-oh.” I was afraid I knew where this might be going. Some of the things that Jordan and I do in bed together, well, let’s just say it’s not exactly typical behavior between a mother and a daughter.

“So, we got into your bed,” my mother went on, “and she cuddled up to me, and then right away she started putting her hands on, well, you know, on my breasts. She started playing with my tits.”

“Uh-oh,” I murmured again. This could be trouble. But if it was, why was she smiling while she told me about it?

“At first, I wasn’t sure what to think,” my mother said, as she gently caressed my knee. Then she looked over at Jordan, giving her a wink. Jordan smiled.

“You know, she’s just a 7-year-old little girl, she’s so sweet and innocent, but here she is, grabbing my tits and squeezing my nipples, and… well, I have to admit, it felt very nice,” she chuckled.

“It — you mean, you didn’t mind?” I stammered.

That was the biggest reason I’d been concerned about having my daughter spend the night with anyone except me: she is a very affectionate child, and some people might take some of the things she does the wrong way.

But if I understood right, my mother was saying she didn’t mind having her breasts groped by a little girl — in fact, the way she was looking at me now made me think she liked it a lot!

“So, you’re… you’re not upset?”

“No, honey, I’m not upset.” She slid her hand a little bit up my thigh. Her touch was warm. “As I said, it felt very nice. I enjoyed it. We cuddled that way and I let her fondle my breasts and play with my nipples as much as she wanted.”

I shook my head. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

My mother got up from the chair and squeezed in next to me on the small sofa, putting her arm around my shoulders. The sexy hot pink dress she was wearing had silver snaps all the way down the front, but she’d left most of them open above the knees. And when she crossed her legs, the dress split nearly to the top of her tanned thigh.

She sure does have nice legs, I thought to myself. I did too, and I had her to thank for that.

“You know, Stacie,” she said, “it’s been a very long time since anyone has touched me that way, so intimately. Since your father passed away, I haven’t seen anyone else, partly because I’ve been so busy, but also because I just haven’t met anyone I really liked. And frankly, even before your father died, he and I hadn’t had a very active relationship, in that way I mean, for quite a few years. I think now that I just didn’t realize how much I missed that kind of contact, having someone’s hands touching and caressing my body. I wanted that. I needed it. And even if it was just a little girl doing it, my own grandchild, no less, it still felt very good to me.”

I was stunned. I knew how nice it felt for me when Jordan fondled my breasts in bed at night, but I certainly never expected my mother to have the same response.

“So you, you let her play with you.”

I glanced down at Jordan on the other side of me. She was listening intently to our conversation and smiled brightly when I looked at her. I squeezed her hand, which I was holding in mine.

“Yes, I did,” my mother said in a sultry, almost seductive, tone of voice. “I let her touch me and rub my tits and play with my nipples, and I enjoyed it. Oh, did I enjoy it!”

What was — what was she implying? Did something else happen too?

“Well, you know, I, I guess I should have warned you,” I grinned, trying to be nonchalant. “Jordan and I, um, we have these little games we play. It doesn’t really mean anything, but I’m glad it didn’t upset you.”

“But it does mean something, Stacie. It does mean something.” And as she said that, my mother put her hand on my stomach, then slowly slid it up until she was touching my breast!

I wasn’t wearing a bra under my pullover shirt, and as her palm cupped my breast, my nipple immediately became erect. My heart pounded, and I felt sweat beading on my face.

What was happening?! Why was my mother touching me like this — and why was my body responding as though I enjoyed it?!

Continue on to Chapter 2

6 Comments on Nanna Comes to Help, Chapter 1

  1. kim says:

    yeah oh yeah, the start of a super hot story. If the next chapters don’t leave you a pile of jelly, something’s wrong with you. I loved this story, and how it once again works in to the masterpiece Serendipity

    NM’s stories are classics.

  2. Jozef says:

    A beautiful story, and a very loving picture, too…

  3. kikoo says:

    I have to fight hard not to cum hard yet…

  4. Tim says:

    OMG, what a start.
    So innocent, then the three generations, mum, nanna and daughter start to talk, nanna’s hands starting to cup mum’s tits…….
    How arousing is that NM?????

  5. Clive says:

    I LOVE your stories and this one sounds like it’s going to be a masterpiece like your previous ones

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