Erotic Grandpa Stories Novels & Stories

grandma exclaims, and grandpa gives her an amused look. “We’re not having any more pups. That son of ours was enough,” he says in mock exhaustion making grandma swat his chest. We all just chuckle at their antics. I’m so glad they’re here, this wouldn’t have been the same without them. We’re all sitting around enjoying grandpa and grandma telling us stories about their travels when my dad comes up and squeezes my shoulders.

"Okay, calm down kids, I am going to tell you a story of how our revered Master, Lucifer saved our late grandfather's life from perishing in the woods. Are you listening?" "Yes mom." They chorused again, "I can't wait to hear the story again, I love that story and I don't mind being told about it a hundred times! The most beautiful part of the story is that it was grandfather and grandmother that told us what they experienced. I am supposed you know what it means to hear a story from the horse's mouth." Zack smiled and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for his mother to begin the story. "Who wants to hear my story?" Diana announced.

“Oh, Harlow! Don’t be wound so tight! Don’t you know this old granny has to live vicariously through you? I’m too old for a romance myself, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing about them.” “I can see that,” I said, meaning the second half of her comment. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for romance, Grandma. Aren’t any of those men from your pack that you used to have feelings for still around? Other than Horace.” I made a face at his name. I definitely didn’t want Grandma going back to that grumpy old man. “Oh, I suppose so,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “But I don’t think that’s for me. I would much rather hear about young love and know my granddaughter has some nice,

Toussaint didn’t stop kissing his napes, although a little more subtly as he pinched his nipples, then down to his cock that was growing again. “Why does your body say otherwise?” Toussaint’s voice was now deep again, lustful and sinful. “I don’t know,” Jace whispered as he turned to face Toussaint, sitting on his thighs and inches away from getting a new sore asshole. “It’s just… this is the biggest job I’ve gotten in a long while. I’m not ready to fuck it up.” “I understand,” Toussaint whispered as he pushed a wet strand of Jace’s curls back. He pulled him closer and kissed him.

He really did not want to have this conversation with his grandmother. “You can either start talking or I can tell you about my sex life with your grandfather. Your choice.” He continued to sit in silence not believing her. “Did I ever tell you that your grandfather and I had a threesome? With his best friend?” “Sweet Jesus, Nan!” He said looking at her. “I’m hoping that you’re making that up.” “Keep hoping. You think your generation is the first to get freaky?” “I would like to think so. But you’re making that difficult.” Leaning back, he sat his mug on the table and began to slowly rock. Unable to look at her, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back before he began to speak.

Eric’s POV Aunt Greta told a story about my grandfather and his father. She said we were quite similar in many ways. Just like my father, we were both stubborn children. Grandfather fell in love as a kid while traveling with his father. Unfortunately, the girl in question was an ordinary Thai girl. She was beautiful, he said. His father wasn’t interested in creating such a connection. In times of war, a love that was supposed to bring people together instead created a rift between a father and a son.

She was convinced that aroma therapy was the key to hypnotizing me and getting to the bottom of my fishtail repeat dream. As a child, my grandfather would tell me tales of his adventures out at sea as a fisherman. He would wear his crimson raincoat and black rain boots. He had a large brown wooden pipe and a long salt and peppered beard. He died when I was ten. The story I remember most from his seafaring adventures involved almost catching a whale. Grandpa Jerry claimed at the time that he almost got dragged out to sea and swallowed whole by the poor sea mammal. Unless Grandpa was somehow related to Jonah from that old Bible story, there was no way for that fish story to ever be true.

"Okay, I get it. What do you need from that kind of store?" "I forgot to bring along my strap-on," Essence said. "You are not fucking me while my Grandpa is in the house," Sheila objected. "You say that now," Essence said, "but I know you can't resist me. Plus, I bet your pussy got so wet when you saw Grandpa Charlie's huge, fat dick." "You're fucking sick," Sheila said, shaking her head, although she'd be lying if she claimed that her Grandfather's cock hadn't indeed impressed her, and it had somehow corkscrewed its way into her head.

Even if we did stay and I let her make up some fake embarrassing stories, I don't want her 60 year old mind to go overboard and make me really embarrassed. If she's going to say an embarrassing story, I'll deal with the 'Peed in the bed' story, or a 'Calling my teacher Mama' story. One of my real embarrassing stories would be when my real grandma Dila Day, caught me masturbating in my room when I was sixteen and let me tell you, dinner that night was really awkward. We had to hold hands to pray for our food and guess who's hand I was holding?...Grandma Dila. Ever since that day, grandma Dila made sure to never sit by me at the dinner table ever again.

So I said, "It’s just three years. That’s enough to convince him. After that, we go our separate ways. And relax... no sex, if that’s what you were thinking.” Her head shot up so fast it nearly snapped her neck... and I won't deny it... that almost startled me. For a heartbeat, her eyes were wide, like she wasn’t sure whether to laugh, scream, or hit me. And to be honestly, I was actually expecting the hitting. Growing up with Grandpa had its perks, sure... he may be a titan in business, but let’s just say charming girls wasn’t one of them. The man couldn’t handle a conversation with a girl to save his life. Seems I inherited both halves, but with more of the latter. Can’t blame me for tryin