Grandfather Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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.

He opened his eyes and then blinked once. "Alright, you scared me for a minute there," I chuckled to myself, lowering my head to continue discussing the issue at hand. "Your grandfather has asked me to, um, engage in intimacy with you. At that time, I didn't even know how to tell him I cannot touch someone without their consent. But now that I can communicate with you, I feel like you would understand. Can you please tell your grandfather that you don't want to engage in sex with me?" I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my tongue after making that request.

My name is Kate, and I have a secret I want to tell you. I’m in love with my best friend’s grandfather. I know it’s fucked up. He was my dad’s friend. He basically watched me grow up. But I was, and I couldn’t help it. Every night when I go to bed, he’s all I think about. Every touch, every time I use my vibrator, he’s my motivation. I imagine him, his hands, his voice, his body over mine, and that makes me cum so hard my legs shake.

And if you realize it, they'll say it was luck. They will talk, they will talk... I just won't listen. *** The next tale was a tribute to my great-grandfather. I was very young, but I remember that he loved to tell stories. And yes, he was superlative at telling stories. The superlative and extremely stupid Manduca

Lily, a cute 29-year-old girl, had a secret fetish. She loved the taste of cum, and she had been practicing her blowjob skills since the age of 25, regularly sucking her father's cock. Now, she yearned to experience an old, wrinkled dick – specifically, her 89-year-old grandfather's. However, Lily knew she had to keep this desire a secret from her family. Her grandfather was in a nursing home, and she couldn't risk anyone finding out about her twisted fantasy. One day, she decided to visit her grandfather and finally fulfill her darkest desires.

“Yes. I like her attitude. She’s kind of a known personality here in New York and very wealthy. And I’m here in the same restaurant as her and dancing with a millionaire. I’ve got a lot to tell my grandkids when I grow old.” He snorted. “That’s a long while away to even think about,” he said near my ear as he turned me with his body in between two dancing couples. “It’s tradition. Grandparents should have a lot of stories to tell to their grandkids, and I’m thinking this should be a good one to tell.” I frowned. “I’m not sure what my husband-to-be would feel about it, though. I should get someone who will not mind any adventurous story I tell. Or not get jealous of me.”

She kissed her favorite man on the cheek, "No harm done; can we order Chinese for dinner?" "Sure sweetheart." I responded. This 65-year-old grandfather had only fucked one other woman since my wife had died of pancreatic cancer, nearly three years before. That had been an Avon saleswoman who offered more than perfume, for a price. The Avon lady took home a very good commission that day, for a job well done. It had been a long time since I busted two loads in one day but, with the image of Amanda's gorgeous tits in my mind, I was compelled to visit my bathroom again, for relief.

"You want every bit of me, don't you?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" I shrieked. He stood up and grabbed his cock. It was massive and dark in the shadows, pulsing with a secret craving. He didn't use a condom. He wanted to be as close to me as possible. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to the very edge of the counter, my legs wrapping tight around his back. He guided himself to my entrance and shoved in with one hard, violent thrust that made my whole body go stiff. The raw sex on the counter was relentless. He started a fast, heavy pace. Thud. Thud. Thud. Every time he slammed into me, the jars in the pantry rattled.

She followed him up to his study. Inside the study, Alex shut the door and guided the elderly woman to take a seat on the couch before he went to his chair behind the wide desk. His expression became more serious. Margaret arched a brow. “What is it you want to talk about?” Alex pondered for a moment before his low and steady voice came out. "I found something about the past. Grandma, are you aware that Grandpa had a mistress and illegitimate sons?” The reaction on Margaret's face was subtle after she heard him. She pressed her lips together, her fingers clasped in her lap, but Alex did not miss the slight flicker of acknowledgment in her eyes.

My grandmother looked up at him with such glassy eyes as if she had just seen a real angel. Wait?! I’m missing the real problem here… “No, grandma. We are not dating…” I said firmly. “Really? But yesterday we already…” Hayden said with innocent wonder. “We had dinner. Yesterday, Hayden and I…had dinner,” I quickly jumped in before he could complete his sentence. Is he crazy?! Was he honestly about to tell my grandmother that he and I had sex yesterday?! Hayden chuckled amusedly while my grandmother looked at us with a confused look on her face. This is so bad; he’s going to cause so much misunderstanding between grandmother and me. Plus, as far as my grandmother was concerned, I’m still dati