Little Oskar and The Death

Before Mom went on another concert tour, she asked Oskar to check in on Grandma Lilly. Oskar knew her, but he hadn’t seen her in a long time. “A home health nurse comes every morning to bathe and care for her. It’s enough if you show up around 10. You can make her some tea or warm up some chicken broth — the nurse brings food and tea. But she’ll be gone again in an hour. So, be a good grandson and take care of Grandma. Maybe she’d like it if you read to her from the newspaper or a book, or helped her tune in to her TV shows.” Mom ran her hand through his tousled hair.

Oskar was startled at first when he saw Grandma Lilly. She was emaciated, down to skin and bones, and lying in her hospital bed. The no-nonsense nurse was in the middle of washing Lilly. It was also surprising that the nurse was talking to Lilly — sharing the latest news from the radio and a bit of neighborhood gossip. Lilly listened attentively and even asked questions. Oskar stared at his grandmother’s naked body; her breasts hung limply like empty sacks, and her pussy — old and wrinkled — was covered only by a little grayish-white fuzz. The nurse was done and nodded toward the sideboard, where her business card lay. “If there’s a problem, call me right away. Better once too often than once too late. Okay, son?” Oskar nodded; the woman was very sensible and well-organized.

Lilly's eyes lit up. "Oskar, my dear, I'm so glad you came!" He pulled up a chair and asked if he should read something to her, or if she'd rather watch TV. Lilly shook her head. No, none of that. She wanted to talk with him and asked him all sorts of questions — about school, exams, and girls. “You can forget about the girls at school, Grandma. They’re just a bunch of silly, giggling geese who don’t yet know how wonderful sex can be and who are too shy to even lift the hem of their little skirts.” Grandma could tell that Oskar knew what he was talking about. She nodded. “You’re a teenager, and teenagers usually have nothing but girls and sex on their minds. Am I right?” Lilly asked. Oskar thought about his answer. “If you replace ‘girls’ with ‘mature women,’ then you’re probably right. Right now, I only have one girl in my life — Lea — and she’s neither a silly goose nor a little girl. She’s very mature for her age, and I really enjoy staying over at her place when Mom is away giving a concert again.”

Lilly nodded thoughtfully. “I see — so you sometimes stay over at her place. And tell me, don’t you two fool around a little?” Oskar nodded. “Of course we do. Back then, it was mostly about exploring each other’s bodies. Then we’d jerk each other off, and she really loved that.” Oskar paused. “Sorry for saying ‘jerk off,’ Grandma Lilly.” But she waved it off. “Jerking off is a good thing, and the word’s perfectly fine. I’m not some prude bigoted prayer sister — you can talk to me openly, just don’t swear. So go on — we were talking about your Lea.” Oskar actually thought it was pretty sweet that Grandma had taken his hand and wasn’t letting go. “Should I keep telling you about Lea?” Lilly nodded silently. Oskar took a deep breath. “You know, Lea has always slept in her parents’ bed, between Mom and Dad. Of course, she realized very early on that her parents were having sex — and how they did it — and that her mom jerked off every night before falling asleep. That’s how she learned to jerk off herself at a very young age.” Oskar took a deep breath.

"Her mom, Jenny, is a very poor woman; she has a miserable daily life. Every morning, someone comes to have sex with her — her own old dad, her brothers, uncles, and nephews. They all fuck Jenny in the morning, so that by noon she’s already completely worn out and exhausted.” Lilly interrupted him. “So half her family comes over to fuck Jenny?” Oskar nodded. “I get it. She’s a stunningly beautiful woman; her body is pure temptation. One morning she came over to jerk me off with her fist and let me fuck her good. I don’t see her as a victim — she’s temptation personified, and all of this is a completely logical consequence.” Lilly looked him straight in the eye. “And you’ve already fucked her, too, my little one?” Oskar nodded. “Yeah, Grandma, it just happened — she really wanted me to fuck her, and I didn’t say no; I’m not stupid, after all. And ever since then, when I stay over at Lea’s, Jenny takes me between her thighs — no problems or fuss at all. Actually — and I’m convinced of this — she really enjoys getting fucked, to put it in the right light.” Lilly nodded. “Okay, I can see that.”

"And now back to Lea. So she watches her parents have sex, and her mom, too, when she jerks off before falling asleep. That’s where we were.” Oskar was puzzled; Lilly was a physical wreck — the Black Death, cancer, was eating her up from the inside — but her mind was completely clear. “Well, so Lea lies between her parents, and when her mom is done jerking off, it’s her turn, and she jerks off before falling asleep, too. Since her mom doesn’t want anything to do with sex in the evenings, she’s taught Lea how to pleasure her dad with her fist. And Lea’s always happy to jerk off her dad’s cock and make him shoot his load in a high arc. That way, everyone’s happy.” Lilly nodded, “Yeah, I guess that’ll be satisfying for everyone.” Oskar continued. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t go to the Boy Scouts’ summer camp because Mom put me in charge of her youngest sister, Mitzi.” Lilly interrupted immediately. “What do you mean, ‘put me in charge’?”

Oskar scratched the back of his head. “Mitzi was heavily pregnant and her hormones were going crazy. The poor thing had to have sex day and night, and her husband, Uncle Heinzi, was soon overwhelmed by her sex demands. So Mom took me by the hand and said I’d have to step in and make a sacrifice for the family, too. So I stepped in and made that sacrifice every afternoon; I climbed on top of Mitzi and fucked her all afternoon until dinner, over and over again, until Mitzi soon didn’t know which way was up or down. My mom watched us with a critical eye, but she praised me. “It had obviously paid off that Mom had taught me so well how to fuck,” he said.” Lilly interrupted again. “Are you saying that my daughter-in-law Irene — your mom — lets you fuck her!?” Oskar nodded and wondered if he should have kept his mouth shut. The silence dragged on too long.

"Back in the day, my mom would just do it to my cock with her fist when we showered together. She always did it three or four times because she wanted to wash out the 'old' semen. If you don't wash it out, it starts to rot and stinks like a billy goat — that's her theory. I personally think this theory is medieval nonsense, but whatever. And once she’s had the ‘old’ semen squeezed out, then I get to fuck her. Preferably in the doggy style — she bends forward until her fingertips touch her toes and presents her ass to me; you can see her bush and her fuckhole very clearly. So I fuck her like that, I cum once or twice inside, and she jerks off during it when she feels like it, so she can have an orgasm at the same time I cum. And I used to fuck Mitzi, too, before she got pregnant — only back then, Uncle Heinzi wasn’t supposed to find out.” Lilly drained her teacup in one gulp, and he poured her another.

"Well, I used to be quite the stunner, too — that’s what people said back then," Lilly said thoughtfully. "I didn’t miss a beat and fucked every guy I could get my hands on. But compared to Irene and Mitzi, I guess I was a wallflower. It would never have occurred to me to fuck my son. I was just raised differently; back then, the rules were different than they are today, apparently.” She sank back onto her pillow. “We got sidetracked — you were just about to tell me more about Lea. It was about how her mother, Jenny, kept fucking you over and over again, and how all her relatives — that fine bunch — fucked her all morning long.” Oskar nodded. “Yeah, as I mentioned before, I had to mount Mitzi every single afternoon and so I couldn’t go to summer camp. Lea was determined to give away her virginity to me and had gotten the pill in time. But then I dropped out, and she gave her virginity to a distant cousin, Reginald from Australia, who’d fucked her very gently and like a gentleman during summer camp. Then Lea came home and secretly had sex with her dad, Dirk. She thought they’d keep it a secret from her mom. But her dad started fucking her in the evenings, right when her mom started jerking off and didn’t object. Lea has been fucking her dad ever since. Technically speaking, he’s not the greatest fucker, but Lea loves him with all her heart, and that’s why she loves fucking him so much. Right now, they’re having sex every night right next to her mom while she’s masturbating. And now Lea and I are having sex, too, because we’re made for each other.”

Oskar fetches the bedpan from the bathroom; Lilly needs to pee. He lifts her butt so he can slide the bedpan underneath. He stares at the ancient, wrinkled pussy that Lilly spreads open with her bony fingers. She pulls the skin up a little so that the urethra and the clit are clearly visible. Oskar stares at the opening from which the urine sprays into the bedpan. Lilly presses a finger firmly against her clit while she pees. Every time she presses on her clit, another gush of piss spurts out. “Tell me,” she asks, “do you ever do that to the girls’ clits with your finger?” Oskar shakes his head. “The girls don’t want that — it’s a big taboo. But the adult, mature women like it, and if they want it, I’m more than happy to do it for them — I’m actually pretty good at it. So far, they’ve all really liked it.” Lilly is done peeing. Oskar takes the bedpan into the bathroom, pours out the pee, and runs water over it. He comes back; Lilly hadn’t moved, only her finger was lightly dancing on her clit. “Oskar, my dear boy, would you do it for me, right now?” At first, Oskar was taken aback. She was his grandmother, after all, not one of his sexual partners. He shrugged. “Only if you say so, Grandma. Then I’ll do it.” Lilly said, “Come on, boy, do it to me, do it to me with your finger on my clit!”

Oskar sat down next to her bed again and pushed her nightgown up to her navel. His finger immediately found her clit, and he watched her face. But her face looked only pleasantly tense; she smiled expectantly and followed the movements of his finger. When his finger rested on her clit, she sighed deeply and closed her eyes. “Start slowly, Oskar, and only pick up the pace once I’m getting into it. Oh God, I haven’t masturbated in months!” Oskar began very slowly; he was a little worried she might not be able to handle it at all. But she was obviously enjoying it. “You know, I’ve always done it myself my whole life — it was just part of who I am. It’s only since I’ve gotten this old and sick that the urge has eased up. I haven’t masturbated in months.” She opened her eyes. “You’re a good boy, Oskar. You don’t beat around the bush — you take the bull by the horns and my clit right on my pussy and just do it, as if you’d always done it. Yeah, you’re a good boy.”

Oskar watched her face and gradually picked up the pace. After a while Lilly was gasping for breath and stammered, “I’m about to come… oh my God… I’m about to come!” And she came. The orgasm didn’t throw her about like it did the other women; only her thin, emaciated legs trembled involuntarily. She took charge, frantically rubbing her clit for a few moments like a fury. Then her body relaxed; it was over. Lilly smiled, and Oskar covered her up.

Lilly looked at his bulging pants. “Well, it looks like you really need it, too, my boy,” she said, amused. “Haven’t you done it yet today?” Oskar shook his head. “Yes, Grandma, Mitzi did it for me right in the shower while Mom was watching her baby. I got to fuck her right after jerking off, like always. I did it twice in a row because I was so turned on by Mitzi’s beautiful body. Mitzi is just as hungry for sex as Mom.” Lilly looked up. “How many times a day do you need it, my boy?” Oskar scratched the back of his head. “It depends — 12 to 15 times, I guess. I’m still a teenager going through puberty.” Lilly nodded contentedly. “Yes, then I remembered correctly. My Hans, your dad, was also a real horny teenager when he was your age. I sometimes watched him secretly, but I grew up in a different generation. In my generation, no mother would have thought of letting her own son fuck her. I’ll probably never understand why Irene lets you fuck her, but don’t worry — I’m not judging either of you for it. You’re just from a different generation and have your own rules.”

Lilly closed her eyes. “My dad introduced me to the art of fucking at a very early age; he was a good and loving teacher who taught me to really enjoy fucking and want it. When I fell in love with Larry — your grandfather — Dad quickly got me married. Larry, that fool, was a fervent patriot and an American through and through. He enlisted as a volunteer and was killed in action in Iraq in 1996. The bomb tore him to pieces; he arrived here in pieces. They gave him a very beautiful American hero’s funeral, with the national anthem and a gun salute. I was given only the beautifully folded flag and was just a hero’s widow. His comrades were happy to come over to fuck me as a way of comforting me; the last one kept up this routine until I was 50, then he stopped coming too. Oh, how I loved being fucked by those hardened war heroes! It may be a strange favor among friends, but I loved it so much — they’d take me in their strong arms and fuck me senseless, so that sometimes I didn’t even know which way was up or down.” Lilly ran her hand over her white blanket. “Those comrades saved me from becoming a whore. Without them, I would have stumbled from guy to guy; I would have lost my body and soul. But instead, I clung to them; they loved me the way husbands love and fuck their wives, and that did my soul so much good! It was a good thing I didn’t end up as a whore somewhere on the street!”

Lilly nodded toward his bulging pants. “Rubbing my clit has got you all worked up, boy. You don’t have to be shy around me. Just take it out and let me watch — it’s always been so exciting for me to watch a guy jerk off.” Oskar was hesitant. “Are you serious, or are you messing with me?” Lilly laughed out loud. “Messing with me — wow, I haven’t heard that in half a lifetime! But no, I wasn’t joking; I mean it. Don’t be shy around me, Oskar!” Oskar let his pants fall. Lilly’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, I wasn’t prepared for this! Your dick is magnificent — already bigger than some men’s. Of course, that explains why Irene lets you fuck her — any woman would go weak at the knees for that big monster!” Oskar nodded. “Yeah, Mom really likes it when I slip under her covers after Dad’s already fast asleep. We have to be quiet, though, but she really likes it when I fuck her again after she’s jerked off. I believe her that she loves to be fucked during masturbation or after." Oskar rubbed his cock very slowly. Lilly watched him intently.

"You have a bit too much foreskin," she commented. "Maybe a mild case of phimosis, the way you're rubbing your foreskin. Only the tip of your glans is showing." Oskar continued, and she motioned for him to come even closer — she was nearsighted, after all. He moved so close to her that his cock was dancing right in front of her face. She looked very intently, “...and you need it a dozen times a day, you say?” Oskar nodded. Yes, he did. After a quarter of an hour, he gasped, “I’m about to come, Grandma!” and steered his cock to the side so he wouldn’t ejaculate in her face. He had now pulled the foreskin all the way back over the glans; this was the climax, and his glans jutted out like a thick spearhead. His semen shot out in thick streams from his glans, landing on the bedspread. Lilly’s eyes widened, and she smiled. “Yes, just shoot it all out, my little one!” she encouraged him.

"And after you cum in the mornings, you're going to fuck Irene or Mitzi, right?" she asked, holding her breath. Oskar nodded. "If Mom thinks I've shot out all the 'old' semen, then I get to fuck her. Mitzi doesn’t care if the cum is old or fresh — as long as I fuck her good and hard, she says.” Lilly pulled back the comforter. “Well, neither Irene nor Mitzi is here, my boy — just old Lillybeth. I want you to fuck me good right now, as if I were Irene or Mitzi. Got it?” Oskar nodded. He sometimes fucked old Ludmilla from the third floor — she was about the same age as Grandma. Ludmilla was in a wheelchair, but he’d lift her onto the bed and fuck her, with her cheering him on. He shrugged; of course he’d fuck her, but she’d have to tell him whether she was serious or not. Lilly pulled her nightgown up to her chin. “Yeah, of course I’m serious, my boy — you don’t joke about this. Yes, I want to be fucked, even if it’s the last time in my life, boy.” Oskar nodded and stripped completely naked, then climbed onto the hospital bed and knelt between Grandma’s emaciated, bony thighs.

Oskar moistened Lilly’s pussy with saliva, spread her old, wrinkled labia apart, and penetrated her very slowly, just as he had done with Ludmilla. Lilly sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Oskar gently held her slender body — which seemed to consist of nothing but skin and bones — and fucked her. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. Lilly looked into his eyes, beaming. “You’re a good boy, Oskar,” she said softly, smiling. And yes, the good boy was fucking his grandma like a battering ram; she seemed to be really enjoying it. Lilly’s lips turned red. “Oh yes, that’s good, just like that — it’s really amazing!” Lilly moaned and groaned, but with pleasure. Oskar didn’t wait to see if she came; he shot his full load into Lilly’s pussy.

From then on, they didn't need to talk about it anymore. Whenever he felt like it, he'd pull out his cock and jerk off, much to Lilly's delight. And when she threw back the covers and pulled her nightgown up to her chin, he'd climb on top of her and fuck his grandmother to his heart's content. No, Oskar never felt desperate. He jerked off as often as he felt like it and fucked Lilly whenever she wanted to be fucked. That way, he never felt desperate.

Early that morning, he got up from the couch in the living room and went straight to Grandma Lilly to check on her. She was lying there motionless, her finger resting on her clit. She stared out the window with empty eyes. There was a smile on her face — an otherworldly smile. A chill ran down Oskar’s spine. Lilly was dead.

He sank into the armchair and called Mom. Irene had been woken from her sleep, but she was wide awake in an instant. “Tuck her in properly, Oskar; I’ll take care of the rest.” Oskar tucked Lilly in and sat down next to her. For a split second, the thought flashed through his mind that Grandma Lilly might have died because of sex. But no, that couldn’t be. He had always treated her gently and considerately, just as he treated old Ludmilla with care. No, she had died because the cancer had eaten away at her from the inside. And her face was peaceful, and she was still smiling even in death. The fact that her finger was resting on her clit suggested that she had died in the midst of her climax. That thought was very comforting.

Oskar was still sitting next to the bed when Mom arrived with the medical examiner. He stared blankly past them; his thoughts were with Lilly and her final moments. No, she hadn’t been in pain — she’d even been horny and had masturbated.

A beautiful death, when you think about it.