Erotic Grandpa Stories Novels & Stories

I knew Grandpa was all gruffness and soft heart. The next day, when I sneezed from a chill, there was an extra blanket on my bed that night. Grandpa's bookshelf was crammed with books—mostly history—so worn some lacked covers entirely. He insisted I finish them all, stern as a schoolmaster. History was dull and dense, but at night, he would pull me outside to the yard, point to the stars, and tell me those magnificent tales of heroes. Gradually, I grew interested.

I moved back when I was done and licked her tummy, her warmth pouring in my tongue. “How does grandma taste?” “Like honey.” I replied Kehlel and I heard him smile out loud. “So now, I want you to go behind grandma, put her in between your legs and spread her legs in front of the laptop screen in such a way that I can have a very clear view of her flower. I want you to play with her pussy in the best way you can.” It sounded like a challenge and I loved challenges. Especially sexual ones. “Hmm.” Grandma blushed hard and I did too because this was about to take a dangerous turn.

My everything. Without hesitation, I flip Terrence onto her back, yank her legs apart and thrust her full of cock. She sucks in a breath and starts to fight me, but I’m bigger, stronger and older. “Get me stiff in front of everyone, little girl? Time to learn your lesson.” I tear into her like a hungry animal, razing her smooth neck with my teeth, sucking spots onto her skin, driving into her with rough smacks, my old balls slapping off her twenty-six-year-old ass. “Good girls stay at the party. Horny ones tempt their Daddy into the back room for a different kind of fun. I think we know which one you are, since you’ve got these pretty legs spread.” “No, I’m both,” she cries out, securing her

“She can and that is why she is the one I am getting married too. She has always been special, since I got to know her, not long ago anyway.” Grandpa nods, his eyes flickering softly over their intertwined hands. “I am in the mood to tell you both a story, want to hear a story about myself and your grandma?” Claude groans while Sam nods excitedly, willing anything to take her mind off the fact that her hands are currently intertwined in her supposed contract husband’s hands.

Grandpa held his burning cigar and, a whiskey peg backed himself on the rocking chair. He looked like an old Russian don; about to utter his legends. Grinned, he seems eager to open his old box of stories, which he overheard from his grandparents. "What I am about to say, you might feel it's just a fictional fantasy but, it is not," Grandpa furrowed his eyes on me with a convincing voice. "Do you believe in angels; Ahh..., you told me what you don't see, you will not believe; But let's think if they exist, and mated with humans daughter," he threw, a question on me.

"Grandpa, you just had a diabetic episode because you sneaked some sweets last night. It's not a terminal illness." Grandpa angrily placed the water glass on the table, causing it to clatter. "You ungrateful grandson! Do you have to wait until I can't speak in this hospital bed before you rush to find a girlfriend?" "Grandpa, that's not what I meant." "Then explain it to me. When are you going to find a girlfriend and introduce her to me?" Ethan replied, "Right away." "Get out! Get out!" Furious, Grandpa knew Ethan was just humoring him. "I can't stand to see you!"

Victoria looks at the grandma and asked" Grandma why are you two working at this age? At this age, you two should be resting at home and playing with your grandchildren. Let your children serve you two at this old age grandma?" Grandma smiles, while Grandpa said," oh child you made us remember our youth times hahaha hahaha". Victoria smiles and then asked," you are happy grandpa when I asked you two about your youth times. Was that so good, romantic". Grandma shakes her head then she said" No young lady in relation there's always a time when you feel you two are not made for each other. or you two are not into each other so much at that time don't leave each other if only one didn't lose hop

That he definitely knows something I don’t. “He didn’t tell you, did he?” “Tell me what?” I ask softly, looking up at him with fake cluelessness written in the way my forehead creases. “Well, that is his story to tell.” Damn it! And here I thought I was this close. “But,” Grandpa continues, and I look up, filled with newfound hope. “It was my doing.” “Oh?” I say, encouraging him to go on, because that can’t be all. “What I had with my wife was beautiful, and it is something I hope to see with my grandsons, so I put an offer on the table.”

The people of Rue City could not say no about Grandma going to tell her life story because they all felt happily jealous of my grandparents’ relationship and that they were waiting for this moment since the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop was built when they first met them. Grandma clears her throat and sighed deeply before she started. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die in the end so that the male ones would suffer extreme pain till they die with their broken stone hearts. . . .because I was mad of all the love stories I heard in the world that boys couldn’t turn into a man because of their stupid lusts!” she sounded angry when she said the last two words. She inha

He fucked me like he’d been holding back for weeks…hard, deep and relentless. “Fuck… yes… right there!” I cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him even deeper. Bruce leaned down, sucking hard on my neck while his hips snapped forward again and again. “You like that? You like getting fucked by your friend’s dad?” he whispered hotly against my ear, his fingers never stopping on my clit. “Such a naughty girl… creaming all over my cock.” I moaned even louder, the dirty words pushing me closer to the edge. “Yes… oh fuck, Bruce… I love it… harder!”