Grandpa Smut Novels & Stories

Allan shouted back. "Did you say it wasn't making out? What do you call it then? Kissing in a men's toilet? Are you so out of control that you dragged her into a men's toilet! You're so disgusting Allan! I don't know why I have a grandson like you!" exclaimed the grandfather again stroking his face harshly. Disappointment was evident on his old face.

The very men who once demanded my servitude scrambled to bow before me, each offering a business card with obsequious smiles. "Miss Holman, should you ever need anything, please contact me…" "Miss Holman, you attend Ragger High, right? My nephew studies there too. Perhaps you two could…" "Miss Holman…" The Morris family's faces twisted as though they had swallowed filth. The very people they groveled to were now groveling to me and Grandpa—two "paupers" they had always despised. By now, only a fool would fail to realize that Grandpa's identity was far from ordinary.

Even the shapes of their chins are the same, with the little indent at the end. Anytime Grandma gets a little tipsy, she pulls out photo albums from when she and Grandpa were young. The ones from when they were Alpha and Luna are her favorites. Grandma would laugh at the way Grandpa would flex to show off his muscles and coo over how he had gotten more handsome over time. Not gonna lie, Grandpa was a catch when he was young. I guess he is pretty handsome for someone his age, but I still make fun of how short his swim trunks were back in the day.

Wayne waved his hand impatiently. “It was just soup. It didn’t even scald you. “Besides, Aiden has a point. Look at you. You don’t even know the basics of the language. You can’t even have a proper conversation with him. “Other grandfathers all over the world are bilingual or even trilingual. They can play football and do crafts with their grandchildren. “But look at you. Besides cooking, you just sit there smoking. That’s it. You’re useless.” Aiden became more emboldened. He pointed at me and said, “Exactly! If you weren’t so stubborn about staying alive, Grandma Sloane and Grandpa Wallace could’ve come back years ago and lived in a big house!”

And that ugly, stupid man is just smiling. "Shut up! It's because of your evil son!" Grandpa shouted. And to make matters worse, he has an evil child too! I'm so infuriated with this stupid, ugly man! I'm sure, his son is worse than him. "Hahaha, surrender or I'll kill your lover?" the fat, ugly man asked with a smirk. I'm fed up with the word "lover"! My nose is fuming with anger, and my eyes are bulging out of my head!

“I heard what you were whispering. You wanna fuck your father-in-law, don’t you?” I froze. Shit. “What did you say?” My voice came out in a whisper. “I don't know what you're talking about." He stepped closer. “You like older men, huh? Is that why you tried to get rid of me earlier?” "You're not allowed in the female bathroom, get out before I scream.” But he laughed right in my face and I could smell the alcohol. "Scream all you want! No one can hear you. You like pretending you’re some good little thing, but I know what you are now, you dirty slut!”

Grandpa Song whispered. Grandpa Tang smiled mockingly, "You are but a sickly old man. You will end up as a patty if you try to go between them." "Who are you calling a sickly old man?" "You, of course," Grandpa Tang stroked his beard, "I'm still in the prime of my youth." "You..."

His favorite part were the rounded peaks, where he could feel the thick nubs of her teats protruding out from beneath the silky fabric. By now his mom was humping back on him in a steady rhythm, awestruck by his youthful vitality and penile strength. She knew that having a large youthful cock like Tate's inside her would make her lose her fucking mind. By the time they arrived at the Campground, Amber's pussy was soaking wet and Tate had a huge dark spot on his shorts were his pre-cum had soaked through. "There's my darling Grandson!" Tate's Grandma Ruth exclaimed as he got out of the vehicle.

It's Grandpa's birthday banquet, and yet my fiancee is working late again, missing her one chance to meet the family. My brother and his wife, still bitter about me taking the project from them, don't waste the opening. "What good is all his money when his fiancee can't even show up on a day this important? She clearly doesn't take him seriously." "That's why Archer's the smart one. He landed himself Claire Donovan, of all people. Even her throwaway gifts start at seven figures." I'm about to fire back when the familiar name stops me cold. My eyes lock onto the bracelet of dark wooden beads the butler carries in. It's identical to the one my fiancee just spent a fortune on a few days ago.

My grandfather's Alzheimer's check-up is coming up. But I'm out of town running an investment deal for Casey Watson, so I call her to remind her to make the appointment. "Make sure you arrange Grandpa's check-up properly. He's old and can't handle the hassle." Casey agrees readily. Even though she has always been obsessed with painting, she immediately sets down the canvas she's working on. Yet, soon she forgets all about it and runs off to help her childhood sweetheart, Tommy Hurst, touch up his pieces for an exhibition. By the time I rush back from out of town and track down my missing grandfather, three days have passed. Grandpa's sitting in a pile of trash, clutching a beat-up ball