Erotic Grandpa Stories Novels & Stories

I was crying, moaning, and gushing around Daddy’s cock while sucking my grandpa’s dick — all hidden under the dark movie night and my big gown. This weekend at Grandpa’s house was going to break me completely. End of Book 21

“You’re twenty-one now, but… damn.” I wanted the floor to swallow me. My stepdad had just seen me jerking off to gay p**n. Specifically, to a scene with a huge age gap and domination. My heart pounded so hard I felt dizzy. Yet underneath the burning embarrassment, my cock hadn’t softened at all. If anything, being caught by Max made it throb even harder. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him quietly. The click sounded final. “Your mom’s not home. Good thing, huh?” He exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to the laptop. “That what you’re into?”

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Now I was horny all over. “Delayed gratification is an important lesson to learn in life. Come on, let’s get ready for dinner.” Granddaddy went to the washroom to watch my juices off his mouth and chin. “Ahhhhhh! You’re so frustrating!” I stripped down and hopped into the shower. I brushed my naked body against Granddaddy as he stood in front of the sink. “Oops,” I rubbed my bare breast all over him until his cock was rock hard. “Now we can be frustrated together.” I didn’t feel bad teasing Granddaddy at all, he started it.

I tried to smooth my hair and look normal, but the second I stepped into the hallway, Grandma was there, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing, mischievous smile on her face. "Who was that in that big, shiny car, Pearl?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "He stayed until you got all the way to the porch." "Just someone from school, Grandma," I said, dodging her gaze and heading straight for the stairs. "A ride home because I stayed late for the group presentation." "Just someone?" she teased, following me with a slow, rhythmic shuffle. "He looks like a very important 'someone.' Is that your boyfriend? The one you finally decided to replace that Davis boy with?"

Her Dad has been trying to sleep with me, but he can't tell me directly because he sees me as a sweet innocent woman that would never do such a thing. News flasshhh!!! I help her with it anyways because why not? And before you ask how I know he wants to sleep with me.. you need to see the way he looks at me, it's terrifying. An couple minutes later there's another knock is on my door and it's her Dad coming to thank me for my help and takes Cassie back when she's done. I almost asked him to stay back so he can fuck me, but I remember I have a reputation to keep and not let everyone know I'm a sex freak, so I just wave them goodbye and eat my lasagna and go to sleep.

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.

"Oh, nothing really, just my new strains." "Is that what happened to him? He been trying out your stash again?" "Boy, lower your voice. Don't you see these kids are working?" "Where's your wife, old man?" "Hell if I…hey what time is it?" Grandpa looked at his watch and jumped up. "Margaritas on the beach. You done with me, Catalina baby, your old grandpa has a date with your nana." "Have fun, grandpa." "Here, daddy, try a brownie."