Novel & Cerita Grandfather Sex Stories

That one finger that had penetrated me was now joined with another and his thumb was now circling my clit, while I stood there and took this pleasurable abuse from my own stepbrother, Gabriel. “Oh my god, were a woman in a past life?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was touching on my G spot, which was not something that any man could easily do. “Damn it, you’re making it very hard to resist you… Jesus… Oh yeah, right there… Yes, right there… AHHHHHHH.” We were both semi dressed and he had just made me cum all over his fingers and the inside of my shorts. I was just glad that I was wearing my black ones, because the white ones would’ve shown the obvious evidence of what we had done tog

I always think that my grandmother is so pretentious, such a good grandfather, not to remarry, I said this to my grandfather, my grandfather has never been red to me, that time, gave me a hard slap on the buttocks, my grandfather said, "little brat, in the future so think of your grandmother, I will not beat you to death. Your grandmother is the best grandmother in the world. Remember, from now on, be filial to your grandmother. If you don't, I'll be fine. If you don't, I'll cook you roast pork with chestnuts. At that time, I was very aggrieved, obviously I was angry for my grandfather. Later, I realized that there was a past between my grandfather and grandmother. Late one night, I was hung

“Grandpa, I’m not Madeline, so I won’t remember what you told her back then.” “It doesn’t matter if you’ve forgotten. Grandpa will tell you again now.” Old Master Whitman’s gaze was loving and patient. “At the time, I asked you whether Jeremy ever had sex with you after he was forced to marry you.” “…” “You know this answer very well, Madeline.” Old Master Whitman smiled kindly. “I don’t know about other people, but I know my grandson very well. If he didn’t like you, he’d never have any physical intimacy with you.”

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.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Either way, my face was completely red. “Oh that’s nothing. I once walked in on Gabby having an orgy with a bunch of different men while two were fully shifted and just watching! Apparently Omegas are so rare if you can get one that’s willing to share you better get on it,” my grandmother said, casually. I cringed. My jaw dropped when I noticed Finch nodding. I quickly remembered their mother had numerous lovers. Ick! No! “What the hell are all these cough drops for Grace,” I heard, as my grandfather began slamming drawers.

She then looks at the old grandma and grandpa and said," Grandma, grandpa Hearing this I can say that you two have a lot of things to say can you two say me about your love story pls grandpa pls grandma" Looking at her twinkling eyes The old couple comes to her and sits in front of her as if there were no other customers. Alexander and Victoria were only the ones there. Grandpa then lovingly looks at his wife and said" Grandma was the daughter of a rich merchant. I was the son of a servant in her family. In our 20s we fell in love with each other. So, she ran away with me".

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne

“And if she won’t? You’re a young man, Percival. How about the temptations? When was the last time you get laid? Or jerked off yourself?” My face heated with embarrassment. Why grandpa had to remind me of my boring sex life? Jeez. “Jesus, Grandpa. Can we not talk about my sex life, please?” I rolled my eyes. This is not the topic I wanted to talk about with him, but he had a point. “Up to you, Percival, but if it helps you improve your social skills, then go ahead. Just treat her right, and behave, okay?” “I’m not that a grade-A jackass, Grandpa, especially not to a woman. And please, don’t remind me of my ex-boss because I’m not going to apologize for what I did.”

She opens the door and my sharp eyes get a clue of the madness I signed up for; Sex cross, bondage furniture, a dangling whip… My heart skips and my thighs clap tighter, putting pressure on my swollen clit. I’m going wild… And these three demons are awakening the bad effects of the viagra. Oh, god. The most I and Ambrose have done is a 69 and he sucks at it too. Giovanni waves off the lady, eyes pinned on me the whole time. He slowly advances towards me, hard jaws clenching. “We’re not patient men.” He grips my arm.