Erotic Grandpa Stories の小説・ストーリー

Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded. “Not done yet, baby girl,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me deeply. Her tongue claimed my mouth as her hand slid down to cup my mound, two fingers slipping easily into my drenched cunt. I moaned into the kiss, hips twitching. Jake watched us with dark eyes, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. “You two are insatiable.” Sarah smiled against my lips. “Watch this.” She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine, her thick ass and dripping pussy hovering right above my face. “Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter

I rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. “Look at you,” I taunted, voice husky. “Soaking wet because your cousin fucked your little brother. Does that turn you on, Lila? Knowing I rode Jeremy’s cock in your family basement?. I know you've done it with him before too” I guessed--She tries to deny it but her face betrays her "I know you... Lila" She whimpered and ground harder against my hand. “Shut up… fuck… keep talking.” I smiled wickedly and pushed two fingers deep inside her. “He was so eager. Came so fast the first time. Then I made him fuck my ass while I told him how much better it felt than anything his big sister could ever give him.”

Yet now, it felt as if every one of my efforts had been turned into some cruel joke. In that instant, fragments of my past life surged back, replaying themselves before my very eyes. It felt as though a pair of invisible hands was dragging my entire family toward the same abyss once more. Watching Sarah's figure disappear into the distance, I felt compelled to chase after her and beg for forgiveness. However, once again, Mia's voice cut through the moment. "Grandma, you're so annoying! Why can't you just leave Mommy alone? She hates you right now. If you keep bothering her, she might actually kill herself."

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

Damn if I didn’t still see her in pigtails, running barefoot through the yard, always trying to keep up with her sister. I eased onto the bench, cradling my lemonade like it held more than citrus. Let the wood groan beneath me and the moment settle. "You know," I said, pointing my fork like a preacher, "I’ve got a few stories about these two troublemakers sitting right here. Starting with the Great Glitter Disaster." Alex leaned in, curious already. Stephen chuckled low. And Sofie, bless her, tried to hide behind her hands. Claire groaned, already turning pink. "Grandpa, don’t you dare."

“I can’t deny that but a little birdie told me that a certain man is in love with their mother and is possessive about her, even to her kids,” “Well that birdie is right, the kids told you?” He asked and the man nodded.“I am glad to know that you have finally moved on from Shirley, do you have a thing for girls whose name starts with the letter ‘S’,” He asked and Alexander only rolled his eyes. “That makes me glad like I said, but now I am afraid that you would develop an obsession with the woman, it is too fast,” “Worry about your health, Grandpa, you are too old, you know, you already saw your great grandchildren and all your hair is gray even though, you tint it black,”

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

"Don't mention God with that foul mouth of yours! I can't believe I have a granddaughter as bad as you! A filthy bitch who's incompetent at anything other than spending money and venting her sexual appetite with men! What other schemes are you doing with those cheap men, huh? I told you not to do anything! Stay like a corpse until the situation is conducive! You won't be able to accomplish anything, so why are you trying to accomplish anything? What is one of your male mistresses doing, huh? Tell him to stop right now!" My head hurt from Grandpa's voice, which never dropped below four octaves. My alcohol-fogged brain was unable to digest whatever Grandpa was complaining to me about fully.

Their baby, nestled between them, seemed to revel in the warmth of their love. Grandpa Larry, sitting in his favorite armchair, would regale them with tales from his youth, transporting everyone to a different era. "Back in my day," he would begin, and soon, the room would be filled with laughter and awe. The baby, still too young to understand the words, would respond with gurgles and coos, as if participating in the conversation.

Dad offered. “You were a police officer?” I asked, looking at grandpa. “A detective, yes. A long time ago. It’s how we met.” grandpa smiled, reaching over to take grandma’s hand. “How did you meet? And why does it sound like grandma was getting arrested?” I asked. “Oh, she was getting arrested. Public indecency. She and a bunch of her free love types decided to have a protest orgy on the lawn of a capital building where they were voting on a law that would limit access to birth control.” Grandpa laughed.