Grandpa Sex Stories Novels & Stories

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

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.

Nan is sleeping at the couch so I put blanket on her and Grandpa is just staring at one corner, I dont know what is on his mind since his face is very expression less, he dont seem blink an eye, I try to sit beside him, and hold his hand while talking to him even I am aware he wont give me any response aside from the cooking and kitchen thing. "Hey Grandpa, I know you wont give me response even I talk to you a lot, so let me just take this opportunity to say everything I want to say, all the stories I have and supposed to share with you like the old times, hmm, you should be okay Grandpa, dont waste this another chance, like me, waste the opportunity to get the woman I love back to me, I hav

She grinned at his laugh, “well, your grandfather during the party decided he wanted to be a bit risky and took me down the hall to a room which was supposed to be off limits, and we came across your date giving some guy a blow job. It wasn’t you. Your grandfather walked right up to her and pulled her head off the guy’s dick and threw her across the room. Told her to make excuses and to get the fuck out but if he ever caught her around you again, he’d slit her throat. I believed him and it wasn’t even me he was threatening so I know she did. You guys left right after.” “Fuck,” he rubbed his face. “I’d only been out with her a handful of times. She was a friend of a friend.” “She was a whore,

“Yours! God, Sam, it’s yours!” He released her hair, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he pistoned into her. The room filled with the sound of their collision, wet and savage. “Tell me you loved it,” he demanded, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Tell me you loved being their free-use whore.” “I loved it!” she sobbed, the confession torn from her. “I loved every fucking second! I’m your whore! Your gangbang slut!”

Grandma called bossily while I ran upstairs to my room. A minute later, I was sitting in the kitchen with a glass of wine in my hand and was stared at intensively by Grandma and Kira. I had two choices. I could either tell them the whole truth and nothing but the truth, or tell them some part of the truth and become interrogated until they found everything else… They would get what they wanted either way. As strange as it sounded, I already got used to talking about my love life with my Grandma… although, I would rather leave out the details. I guess that I was the shy and boring one in the family, while I grew up listening to my indiscreet Granny discussing how our neighbor could improve hi

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.

Grandma warned him when we informed her and Grandpa. “Yes. She is right. There are enough empty rooms in the building. We do not condone premarital sex,” Grandpa supported her. “Grandpa!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in shock at his bluntness. “What?” he flicked his gaze at me, “is that not normal among this generation?” “Very disgusting,” grandma shook her head. The way they looked so disgusted talking about sex, you’d think they were virgins. A smile touched my lips at how adorable they looked.

He stated, "They're all bearing their father's surname, and not mine." "You need to give me a great grandson, Mavin, before I pass away," Grandpa kept reminding me every day like a national anthem. And this time I was enraged, as that water wasn't ordinary. I felt as hard as a rock, and I was in need of a woman's body badly. I was burning hot. The pain I felt in my dîck was immeasurable; it hurt like it wanted to explode. "Adam! I will ask you for the last time before I involve the police. What did you do to me, and who was that lady that I saw on my bed this morning?" I didn't want to believe that I slept with that fair lady.

I whimpered back, “Mommy… I want Daddy’s baby inside me like you did…” That dirty talk made them go insane. They started unloading on both of us nonstop. Cum overflowed from Mom’s pussy and dripped right down onto my tits and face. Grandpa Harlan was the meanest. He fucked Mom’s ass brutal while I licked his balls, then switched and pumped a huge load straight into my womb while Mom held my legs open wider. “Take Grandpa’s seed, girl. Might make a baby that’s your uncle too, you dirty little bitch.”