Erotic Grandpa Stories Novels & Stories

"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!”

“I don’t need a visual of you shaking your dick in some poor girl’s face.” He laughs. “You should try it.” “No way would he do it,” Quinton says from the chair, his attention focused on the hockey game. “More like no way would you do it,” I shoot back, giving him a pointed look. “Hey, the ladies like their dark men thick,” he says, rubbing his hand over his not-that-thick belly. “Trust me, I don’t need to dance at bachelorette parties to get the goods.” “You’re both pathetic,” I say. “I would have thought that our days of university were behind"

“I think you really need some help , my sweet elder sister.” Growing up we were never close to begin with, I was 10 years older than him.My dad married his mom after his mom passed away. He was only two that time . How can I fuck someone I see growing up as baby but sight of his hard throbbing cock was too hard to resist. “I…I’m-” Before I could say anything further he came dangerously close to me with his cock teasing my core. “Wha..What are you doing?” “I know your husband doesn't satisfy you , so let me.” He whispered in my ears and bit my earlobe gently.

Jax groaned, his hips snapping against her ass. Then she felt a thick, lubed finger press against her other hole. She tensed. “Relax, legacy,” a calm voice soothed, even as the finger pushed in, working her open. “Gonna fill this sweet ass next. Gonna make you take cock in every hole at once. That’s how you become a Phi Kap bitch.”

Then, everything fades. Darkness envelopes me. “Gramps, can you tell me a story?” I sit on the wooden patio stairs, a warm mug cupped in my hands. The stars glitter above us, and the breeze carries the scent of flowers and earth. These nights were rituals with my grandparents. Quiet, gentle moments. Safe moments. “Sure thing, kid,” Grandpa says, his voice gruff with affection. “Hmm... I wonder which story I should tell?” He pauses dramatically. “I know, how about the legend of the Moonborns?”

This was my grandfather, by the way. I decided to really listen to her. Maybe I’d heard the stories a million times. It didn’t matter. I watched her movements, noting the way her eyes lit up as she spoke of a romance with sparks and flames. Her wrinkled skin seemed to shine, and her arms moved with so much agility. She was happy to share her story, and I gladly listened. “You really had the best love life, Grandma,” I mused, picking up another macaron. “Yes, but you have yours now,” Grandma remarked, looking at Blake with pride.