Erotic Grandpa Stories Novels & Stories

Grandma called bossily while I ran upstairs to my room. A minute later, I was sitting in the kitchen with a glass of wine in my hand and was stared at intensively by Grandma and Kira. I had two choices. I could either tell them the whole truth and nothing but the truth, or tell them some part of the truth and become interrogated until they found everything else… They would get what they wanted either way. As strange as it sounded, I already got used to talking about my love life with my Grandma… although, I would rather leave out the details. I guess that I was the shy and boring one in the family, while I grew up listening to my indiscreet Granny discussing how our neighbor could improve hi

I felt shy but I didn't stop him because I wanted this so much. Grant looked at my pussy for a long time, using his fingers to open me gently. He patted my pussy softly with his palm, then rubbed it in slow circles and DAMN, it felt so good. I moaned and threw my head backwards, the warm water running down my body making everything slippery and nice. “You like older men touching you?” he asked with a smirk on his face. I nodded, biting my lips hard. “Your body is tempting and I find it difficult to resist even though I have been here for barely 24 hours.”

Grandpa snapped back, jokingly. “That extra steak is going to be on your eye after I give you a black one!” “Such a violent woman.” Grandpa said while shaking his head. He turned to me, “I’m so glad you didn’t get your grandma violent behavior. I won’t be having great-grandbabies if you did.”

Something that had my hands on her every night, no matter how much I told myself I didn’t need to touch her. I let a cool smile curve my mouth, one I couldn’t quite hide. “We’re married now. What else can I do?” The corner of his mouth lifted, that rare, almost boyish spark breaking through. “You could give me plenty of great-grandchildren.” My smile deepened. “What do you think made me late earlier?” Grandpa chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s rude to keep an old man waiting… but in this case, I’ll allow it.” His tone was elegant, but threaded with humor that didn’t quite hide his satisfaction.

She reached for a nearby plate, as if to serve Mannie more food, but the dishes had already been cleared. Her gaze shifted quickly to my grandfather, who was now leaning back in his chair, satisfied. “Dad, you need to stop eating like a beast. You’re not twenty anymore.” Grandpa just laughed and patted his round belly. “This belly got your mother married. It charmed your grandmother, didn’t it?” I smirked. I'd heard the story a thousand times. How my grandfather, despite being a glutton, managed to woo the most sought-after she-wolf of her time. He said she liked that he was real and soft.

I asked him as we reached the kitchen. "Pancakes!" he said excitedly. "Alright, pancakes it is," I replied, getting the ingredients out. As I mixed the batter, Alex chattered away. "Mum, did you know that Grandpa told us a story about when he was young? He said he once fought a huge wolf and won!" "Did he now?" I said, amused. "Grandpa has a lot of stories." "Yeah, he said we're going to be strong like him one day," Alex continued, his eyes shining with admiration.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

she muttered. Noah's twin boys didn't even blink when their Baptist grandmother straddled Adam's lap, her sundress rucked up to her hips as Jeff whispered something that made her gasp. "Mom says it's just Sunday service," one shrugged, tossing a football to his brother. Micah's Russian in-laws barely made it through cocktails before his father-in-law was on his knees, groaning around Marcus's cock while Adam's fingers twisted in his wife's hair. Their teenage granddaughter rolled her eyes.

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

He answered on the second ring. “I see she tattled to you already.” His words were ringing with exhaustion. “Who?” I lied. Grandpa hated feeling like he was incapable of caring for himself, so I wasn’t going to make him feel like an invalid. “I was just calling to see how my favorite old man is doing?” There was a pause, then… “Are you clubbing?” “Not really. Just hanging with Byron.” “Ah, that lad was always a fan of chaos.” Grandpa’s comment had me wanting to ask questions, but I forced myself not to.