Erotic Grandpa Stories の小説・ストーリー

Adam looked pointedly at Chris once everyone settled with their breakfast. “Dad, let me.” Eric interrupted chuckling “If he can tell a story then pigs will fly.” “Dad, yesterday after Grandpa’s outburst, I followed him to his room.” Eric started talking once he received Adam’s nod. “Originally, I wanted to plead with Grandpa since he loved me and Chris the most. I was planning to tell him all about how they met and how long Chris waited for this day but ...” “Before I could knock, I heard Grandpa and Senior Mrs Walter talking. They were planning on drugging Chris and letting him sleep with that girl and under the pretence of righteousness, for the sake of taking responsibility, forcefully ma

“I hope she will be smart like me too” “I hope she won’t become an old perv like you” Meredith said squeezing her eyes at him but being amused. “What is wrong on being an old perv?” Grandpa asked. “Being a perv gave me a lot of satisfactions: you being Max’s wife, I caught a gorgeous girl as my mate” and he winks at auntie Jen how is red like a boiled crab. “And now I received a great granddaughter. So there are a lot of benefits in being an old perv! ”

“You promised that, Grandpa. Just a year away, we’re getting married.” Grandpa nodded. “I am an old wolf. I am one hundred and seventy-three years old. I can get sick at any time. And maybe I’ll surprise you guys with—” “I don’t want you to talk like that anymore. Really, I don’t like it when you talk like that,” I complained.

"I remember when I used to receive flowers, I was always a beauty back in my prime. I was Aphrodite beautiful, at least that's what your grandfather told me. Oh the days of love, how I miss it." Abigail couldn't help but roll her eyes at her Grandmother's story. "How cute." Abigail's tone was flat but that didn't stop her grandmother, in fact it encouraged her to continue. "You know he wasn't the only one begging for my hand then, I had a plethora of men competing for my attention in the end your grandfather won my heart. He was a bad boy but a rich bad boy with charisma." She glanced over at her grandmother, feigning disinterest, this was probably the one millionth time she was hearing this

“And if she won’t? You’re a young man, Percival. How about the temptations? When was the last time you get laid? Or jerked off yourself?” My face heated with embarrassment. Why grandpa had to remind me of my boring sex life? Jeez. “Jesus, Grandpa. Can we not talk about my sex life, please?” I rolled my eyes. This is not the topic I wanted to talk about with him, but he had a point. “Up to you, Percival, but if it helps you improve your social skills, then go ahead. Just treat her right, and behave, okay?” “I’m not that a grade-A jackass, Grandpa, especially not to a woman. And please, don’t remind me of my ex-boss because I’m not going to apologize for what I did.”

The old man grinned sneakily, "I'm your grandpa; it's definitely for your own good. You'll find out soon!" Shane, being a doctor, was well aware of this common knowledge. "Grandpa, this isn't for my good. What if I slip up and create a regret for eternity? Then you'll have to wait for Elijah to give you another grandson after a century!" "Shane, you naughty kid, so you're secretly wishing for my death, huh?" Grandpa was blowing his mustache and glaring, seemingly genuinely offended.

“You claimed you were the chairman’s grandson, and yet you don’t even recognize your own grandfather?” Preston froze, then his eyes flicked between my face and Grandpa’s, picking up the resemblance. Finally, he laughed in mock realization. “I see it now. You’re this woman’s grandfather!” He slapped his thigh dramatically. “You old fool! Your granddaughter is pretending to be the chairman’s granddaughter, and now you’re pretending to be the chairman, aren’t you? Is scamming a family business?” “You!” Grandpa broke into a violent coughing fit. He was shaking in anger.

“You say that every time we’re alone, but you never actually do it. All talk, big brother.” Ethan grinned, his fingers sliding higher until they dipped under the frayed hem of her shorts. He brushed against the damp cotton of her panties, feeling how soaked she already was. “All talk? Baby, I’ve been hard since you walked into the kitchen this morning wearing that little tank top with no bra. Your nipples were begging me to suck them right there in front of the coffee pot.” She tried to keep her eyes on the empty country road, but her hips shifted involuntarily, pressing her pussy against his exploring fingers. “You’re so bad. What if Mom and Dad came downstairs five minutes earlier? They wo

It was true that my grandfathers—the men who'd raised me—lived on an island, but they were no fishermen. Edgar Blythe, or Grandpa Eddie, was the highest-bounty serial killer on the international wanted list. Countless tyrants and scum had died at his hands. Franklin Graves, or Grandpa Frankie, was an underground boxing champion who could smash half a ton of granite into powder with just one punch. Tobias Mercer, or Grandpa Toby, had been one of the top secret agents in Acratius in his younger days.

The flames crackled warmly as night fully settled in. Mom and Dad told old family stories, laughing and roasting marshmallows. I sat across from Damon, pretending to listen, but my eyes kept drifting to him. The way the firelight danced across his sharp jaw, the way his shirt stretched over his chest… all I could think about was getting fucked. Nothing more. My pussy was aching, clenching rhythmically, dripping so much I was sure the insides of my thighs were slick.