However, just as he was about to turn and leave, a commanding voice pierced the air, causing Orion to halt in his tracks. "Wait a minute," the elderly woman called out, her tone demanding his attention. Intrigued and curious, he turned back around, his eyes fixed on her, a mix of confusion and questioning evident on his face. Before he could utter a word, the aged woman swiftly interjected, her voice tinged with concern, "I hope you haven't forgotten who I am," closing the distance between them. Her smile radiated warmth and awkwardness, impossible to ignore. Caught off guard, Orion couldn't help but reciprocate the smile as he shook his head and replied, "Sorry, grandma, but I'm afraid I don't remember you."
Despite hearing his response, Grandma Ingrid refused to show her disappointment. Instead, she let out a well-rehearsed sigh of feigned disappointment, allowing it to escape her lips in a calculated manner. "Even though I've heard about your memory loss, it's still disheartening that you didn't even bother to inquire about the names of the women who have been caring for you since you were just a little boy," she lamented, shaking her head with a touch of sorrow, all the while silently praying to Naka in her heart, hoping that her acting skills were convincing enough.
Orion, however, was oblivious to the facade of Grandma Ingrid's serious expression and disappointed sigh. Her acting skills were so convincing that he couldn't discern her true intentions. As such, with his penis still standing erect, Orion did the most reasonable thing he could at the moment: he took a step forward, wrapped his arms around her, and apologized. "I am sorry for not remembering your name," he sniffed in her pleasant feminine scent as he continued. "How about this? If you tell me your name this time around, I promise not to forget it." Orion's hands subtly slipped down, gently pressing against the fabric of her large prominent buttocks, while one hand ventured further down to grasp one of her fleshy thighs.
As Grandma Ingrid nestled her head against Orion's chest, she found herself taken aback by his immediate apology. The depth of his sincerity caught her off guard, even though she had heard stories from her hutmates and Celeste about the remarkable changes in the new Orion. It was still a pleasant surprise to experience it firsthand. With a gentle smile, she responded, "Alright then, it's forgiven." Locking her gaze with his, she continued, "You can call me Grandma Ingrid. It's an easy name to remember, so I hope you won't forget it again, even if you happen to lose your memory once more."
Orion nodded his head as he raised Grandma Ingrid's tulga with his hands, his hand now gropping her bare bulging cheeks. While he knew that Grandma Ingrid didn't perceive his hug as something intimate, for Orion, whose throbbing member was still exposed and pulsing, it sparked a surge of desire within him. One half of his penis pressed against her tulga, while the other pressed against her thick generously proportioned legs, igniting a scorching sensation that couldn't go unnoticed. As Orion nodded in understanding and reassured her, "Of course, I won't forget," Grandma Ingrid furrowed her brows and unexpectedly reached below, taking hold of his pulsing penis and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Her actions caused Orion to stifle a moan, his breath catching in his throat as he swiftly grabbed Grandma Ingrid's hand to prevent her from exerting any further pressure. Meanwhile, Grandma Ingrid, now released from Orion's embrace, glanced down and was genuinely surprised to find that she had indeed grasped his erect penis. "Your penis is quite remarkable," Grandma Ingrid immediately expressed her admiration, knowing that one of the best ways to please a young man was to appreciate the girth and size of his penis when it was standing erect. She had heard and witnessed the effectiveness of such compliments before.
Meanwhile, Orion, though now familiar with this world, could only nod his head and let go of Grandma Ingrid's hand, a subtle mischievous smile playing on his lips as he responded, "But it can still grow even larger given some time." While Orion had initially planned to return home and shove his veiny member into his mother's tight gripping narrow walls, he couldn't ignore the curiosity that flickered across Grandma Ingrid's face. A new desire stirred within him, compelling him to penetrate her fuckable ass going back home to rest.
Meanwhile, Grandma Ingrid's eyes gleamed with opportunity as she caught sight of Orion's erect penis. Without wasting a moment, she seized the chance and spoke with a seemingly innocent tone, "I understand that you're tired and want to rest, but I would greatly appreciate your help in moving some things inside this hut. It will speed up my sweeping process." While her true intention was to lure Orion into penetrating her vagina and releasing his semen inside her, she knew it would be risky to engage in such an act out in the open where they could be seen or interrupted.
So, Grandma Ingrid swiftly devised a plan, deciding that it would be safer to carry out their activity in their neighbours' empty hut, taking advantage of her broom as a disguise and seizing the most feasible option available at the moment.
While Orion's curiosity was piqued at Grandma Ingrid's insistence on sweeping or cleaning in the middle of the night, he understood that he couldn't leave and pretend as though none of this happened, until he had released his sweet nectar inside her ass. With a slight nod, he replied, "Alright, I'll assist you, but let's make it quick." Little did Grandma Ingrid know, when Orion emphasized the need for speed, he was not only addressing their task but also reminding himself of the consequences that awaited if he were to lose control and fail to return home in time.
"Alright, hold on," Grandma Ingrid responded, her eyes twinkling with a mix of excitement and anticipation, although she had already anticipated Orion's possible refusal. With a well-practised neutral expression on her face, she quickly retrieved her broom, concealing the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Holding the broom firmly, she motioned for Orion to follow her, maintaining her serious demeanour, which she now feigned to hasten her plan.