Grandpa Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Though, I was really intrigued by the content of the book that made him this giddy. "Oh? What is it about?" I raised a brow. "It's written by Ameris. It's basically erotica, she wrote all about the sex scenes she had with my great-grandfather, in vivid detail," he smirked. My face grew red immediately. What? "Isn't that kinky?" He chuckled. I only looked away, my eyes stopping at the tag that wrote "erotica" on it. Fuck. "I-I don't think we should read it. I-It's too...inappropriate," I protested, not wanting to look at the book in his hands. Suddenly, my body grew hot.

“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.”

Gramps asked, a tease in his voice. I didn’t respond. I looked in my glass, wondering what the blogs were typing away and what people would read our story as. “I approve” he continued. “Gramps, it was just a kiss” I stated, looking him in the eye. “Really?” A mischievous grin crept up his face and I wanted to wipe it off. “Yeah. I know you are old but when two people are sexually starved and live in the same house, they tend to do stuffs together”

I parted my lips, ready to fire back something sharp, but before a single word could leave my mouth, Ava’s elbow dug into my side. I glanced at her, and she was already shaking her head, her eyes silently warning me to let it go. I let out a hiss and face straight ahead. "Last week alone I went on 49 blind dates." I said. "And you couldn't match with a single woman? I'm beginning to believe the rumors are true. You must be really into men." Grandpa said as the color drained out of my face. "I'm not gay old man." "Are you sure? 49 beautiful, well educated women and they all come from good families. And not one single one caught your interest? You better come out clean to me now let's figure t

He pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me again, his cock already starting to harden once more. “Spread your legs, Poppy. Daddy’s going to fuck that little pussy again.”

He bottomed out, his balls pressed tight against my clit, the perfect curve dragging against my front wall. My pussy clamped down around him hard, already trying to milk him. “Fuck,!!” He grunted as he held me still, giving me time to adjust to him. “Look at you taking your uncle's dick like a good girl” he grunts in my ears. Your mum would be so mad if she found out” I rolled my hips in a slow circle, grinding back against him. He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, then pushed back in fast and hard, my tits slammed against the wall, my breath left me in a rush.

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

The rest of the time my cock is either in her pussy or up her asshole running its full length back and forth. It's lucky Grandma is too old to have any more children, otherwise we would be overrun with brats. But I loved to fill up her womb with my seed irregardless. She loved it too. When we fucked we talked about making babies and how good it was to cum right into her cunt without a condom as many times as I wanted. Grandma told me she loved the feeling of my cock hardening even more, stretching out, and pumping cum into her pussy. It sent her over the edge to have my meat come alive inside her and spit out its fluid into her innards. She dreamed about become impregnated with my baby. She

“Father, that’s gross, I’m a man okay and I don’t need a manual to sleep with a woman.” “I will remind you of this one more time, you are lucky to have Gina in your life and you better discuss having a child with her now.” I know Grandpa won’t give up this topic so I just had to say, “Don’t worry Grandpa, we will make sure of having kids so please can you stop the topic and no more dying, so tell me about the trip to Rome.” I switched the topic immediately.

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.