Nana

 https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2025/06/nanas-photo-album-20.html Part 1

Happy Grandparents Day!

This blog contains nudity, adult themes and sexual situations that is intended for mature adults and is pure fantasy. It contains works of fiction and artwork, and does not condone drug use, drunk driving, or unprotected sex -which can be harmful in real life. This post the image is AI, the text is not.

Part 2: Nana

Meanwhile, Nana was in Florida. She might be 57, but most people thought she was barely 40. Kinda like a slightly older Elizabeth Hurley. She had to thank Donna's grandpa for that. He’d made a ton of money over the years, plenty to support her drug habits, and lots of the best plastic surgeries. She woke up late this morning in her red satin pajamas, sober like Donna and Janiel. 

Getting out of bed, she made her way to the kitchen. There Nana found Grandpa had made her breakfast-an omelet. “Need to go to the grocery store, babe.” He told her as she poured herself a coffee, with whiskey. 

“Woups,” she thought, “shouldn’t have poured so much then. Oh well, I can handle one.” “Ok, dear,” she said while eating her breakfast. Unbeknownst to her, Grandpa had spiked it with THC. As she finished her coffee, grandpa brought her a cranberry juice. A sip revealed it was vodka and cranberry. “You trying to get me drunk, babe?” she asked. 

He chuckled, “of course not, Love,’ he said winking at her. As she drank her juice he said, “I love it when you get drunk. And you love getting drunk.”

“And high?” she asked, pulling out a joint and lighting it. She was starting to feel the alcohol warming her, though an accomplished drinker, she was not yet showing any signs. 

He smiled, “Of course, Dear.”

Nana finished her breakfast, smoking the joint. The weed made her feel alive, the silk of her pjs rubbing against her skin. She even helped herself to a second cup of coffee. Her movements were slower, but she was not yet noticeably intoxicated. “Alright, let me shower and we can head to the supermarket,” she said, standing and returning to the bedroom. 

In the bathroom, she slipped off her pjs and stepped under the warm water. As the water soaked her beautiful skin, the alcohol started to hit her-just a soft buzz. Stepping out, she dried herself, and wrapped the town around her as a dress. At her make up stand, she poured a glass of gin, and began doing her makeup. Then she used the blowdryer to finish drying her hair, before tying a ribbon in it. She drank a second glass of gin as she dried her hair. 

Standing, she found herself slightly tipsy, her steps betraying a slight stumble. Still, she felt good, as she made her way to the closet. There she let the towel hit the floor. The cool air conditioned air hardened her nipples, and sobered her ever so slightly as she picked a simple black and white horizontal striped sleeveless cotton mini dress. She laid the dress on the bed, and selected underwear from the dresser-a sexy white thong and matching bra. She slipped the underwear on, helping herself to a third gin. As she slipped on the dress and her black heels, she knew she was just barely tipsy. 

She grabbed her purse, and met her husband at the truck. He held the door, and she climbed in, giving him a nice view of her long smooth thighs. As he started the truck, she lit another joint. As he drove, she smoked and pulled a flask from her purse. It held a smooth scotch. 

Arriving at the A&P, she was drunk and high. Yet, an accomplished and experienced drinker, she hid it well. As her husband opened the truck door, she flashed her white panties to him-it was hard to tell if it was intentional or a drunken accident. She tossed her purse and made her way into the store. She wasn't dressed like the women in John Updike’s short story-in bathing suits-but she still turned the checkout boy's head. 

She made her way into the store-first to the bread. Then by the liquor, a tipsy 21 year old in a tight pink polo and tight black pants, her name badge “Sammy,” was offering samples of wine. Nana took the offered glass, “Mmm, nice.” she said drinking it down, the red matching her lips. 

Sammy then carefully, deliberately, poured a white. “Here, sry this,” Sammy said with a slight slur. Nana cleaned her pallet with the offered cheese and crackers, and took the offered wine.

She drank this one quicker, only speaking when it was finished. “Oh, thass nish too,” looking at her husband, she told Sammy, “Wee'll taze a case uhf eash,” now slurring her words. 

“Oh, ssangs miz,” Sammy gushed, excited for the big sale. Grandpa filled out the order as Nana made her way up and down the isles. Her steps were decidedly tipsy, the cart hitting the shelves from time to time. 

In a secluded corner by the meet department, she snuck a large sip of scotch. She new she was drunk now, but on her, she looked tipsy at most. She continued shopping, filling the cart. In another corner, she took another big sip and ate a thc gummy from her purse. Grandpa caught up to her in the produce section. She was now clearly drunk and high, as she swayed, drunkenly picking peaches. 

Grandpa grabbed her peach shaped ass. Nana let out a little squeal. “How you doing, Love?” he asked.

Nana tooked at him blankly. “His twin is back,” she thought to herself, “Thad orr i'm zzzrunk.” She stumbled to him. “i'm zzzrunk,” she told him. He pulled her to him, and hissed her. He tried to slip a hand under her skirt, but she pulled away.

“Nod thad zzzrunk,” she giggled, pushing his hand away and stumbling to the cart. 

They made their way to the check out when Sammy called out, “Miz, havve 'nuzzer sample,” running up to her, the glass nearly spilling. 

“Oh sssang yoo sammy,” Nana giggled. As she sipped, Nanna studied Sammy. “I havva grann daughter yer age.  Wooud yoo liyke t' show herr 'round wenn shhe visits?” Nanna asked, handing Sammy back the empty glass.

“Oh surrre,” Sammy said.