Erotic Grandpa Stories Novels & Stories

"Grandpa, it's not true. Wendy is lying." "Who is your grandpa?" he snapped, stepping back as if she were toxic. "I don't recall having a granddaughter like you." Bianca collapsed, her face white as chalk. Rupert turned to the butler from the Reilly family, his voice ringing with authority. "Tell Mr. Reilly Sr. that his grandson is marrying my true granddaughter, Wendy Pittman, not some impostor playing dress-up." The butler nodded hastily and scurried out. Tessa dropped to her knees, crawling toward Rupert. "Please, Bianca is practically your granddaughter, too. You watched her grow up."

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.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

It was starting to get real hot and my shirt was starting to cling to my body. “ grandma excuse us for a second,we have both have test in the morning so we would love to go study for it” i had never made up a lie so fast I forgot tomorrow was Saturday but my grandma seemed to have believe that, i lifted her from her waist and flung her over my shoulder,and Ran up the stairs,her big shirt gathered around her waist,her bare bum facing me,I could smell her sex that was literally dripping down her thighs,I tried my hardest not to just dip my fingers in there and lick it, we got into the room and I plopped her down in the bed so we could continue. I took off my shirt and shorts and ripped away he

Khelel told me and I nodded. My pace was slower now, I was not reaching her g spot and her legs were still trembling on me. Her breathing was heavier and she was holding on tightly to me. “Three two and one!” With the last call, grandma squirted furiously, her juices filling everywhere and her juices splashing onto the screen of her laptop. She was was shaking heavily like someone that was having an epileptic episode and I had to hold down her legs so she won’t get hurt. “Seems like grandma has not had an orgasm in years.”

We're we such bad parents that God did not wait for us to say goodbye ? I watched how things went by with Kiki sobbing on the floor he and Irene used to play on ,how my wife Irene's mother went through Irene's clothes sniffing each one of them as she cried. It became clear how Irene was important to us , upon her illness she was still the joy of our home .

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.

uninterested, I answered. He was smiling, and this time its ear to ear; I thought without resisting him; It captured me in his machination. He bought two pegs of whiskey; the environment was getting strange. "Grandpa, we just had coffee. Are we going to drink whiskey?" Confused with his strange behavior, I purred. We never had whiskey together. "I want to tell you a story, but the condition is you're allowed to ask only three questions from the story," he looks excited with his wrinkled face and eyes.