Grandparents Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Cordelia – “Oh nonsense dear! I realize you two were making out and, believe me, I am sure you know how to conceive children. I made out with my husband as well, and I was just thinking about having sex with him in Redwood Alpha's office.” Alexander choked; his grandmother has always been overly informative about her sexual life. “Grandmother, seriously, no child wants to know what their parents or grandparents do sexually, it is just wrong!” I see my grandmother shake her head and laugh at my discomfort, sometimes I think she likes this to purposely embarrass me.

Grandpa replies, grabbing a lock of my grandma’s hair before pulling her into a kiss. Goddess. I thought it would be fucking gross being around my parents who were celebrating their honeymoon, but now I’m stuck with old people that smell like sex all fucking day. I’m happy for them, but, Goddess, they’re old and way too touchy-feely all the time. "I get it; you need the fucking bathroom. But please wait before I am gone before having old people's sex; for fuck’s sake, I’m already in a fragile state." I joked.

Dad offered. “You were a police officer?” I asked, looking at grandpa. “A detective, yes. A long time ago. It’s how we met.” grandpa smiled, reaching over to take grandma’s hand. “How did you meet? And why does it sound like grandma was getting arrested?” I asked. “Oh, she was getting arrested. Public indecency. She and a bunch of her free love types decided to have a protest orgy on the lawn of a capital building where they were voting on a law that would limit access to birth control.” Grandpa laughed.

Gwendoline asked. “Never,” my grandmother replied. “How do you two know each other?” I asked. “Ah, now that’s a story to be told,” my grandmother said enthusiastically. “Grab that chair in the corner Gwen and pull it up next to me. I’ll need your help with this one.” Laughter and light hardheartedness abounded as the two old women I held so dear shared with me the story of how they’d met, fallen in love, and battled over the same man. My grandfather.

“She can and that is why she is the one I am getting married too. She has always been special, since I got to know her, not long ago anyway.” Grandpa nods, his eyes flickering softly over their intertwined hands. “I am in the mood to tell you both a story, want to hear a story about myself and your grandma?” Claude groans while Sam nods excitedly, willing anything to take her mind off the fact that her hands are currently intertwined in her supposed contract husband’s hands.

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.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

It bobbed in the moonlight, pointing right at them. “On your knees,” he said. “Both of you. Kiss my cock and tell me how bad you need it.” Hannah dropped first. She wrapped her soft hand around the base and licked up the whole length, slow and wet. “I need your big fat cock, Father. I need it to stretch my naughty cunt again.” Rebecca knelt beside her. She was still a little shy, but she leaned in and kissed the tip, then sucked it gently into her mouth. “Please, Father… fuck us tonight. We want your big cock in us.”

I added, trying to sound casual. I didn’t care… or at least I told myself I didn’t. But the shameless part of me — the one currently throbbing between my thighs — needed to know. Maybe those older guys with money and power could be exactly what my greedy holes were begging for. “They’re mostly older, like in their forties and up,” Lissa said, checking her phone. “Usually come with their side pieces or whoever they’re fucking at the moment. Why are you even asking?” Before I could answer, her phone buzzed. Her face dropped instantly.

But this time, Granddaddy wouldn’t let me slam the door and leave like last time. Let’s just say, he knew how to push all the right buttons. Makeup sex was the best sex, not that I had much experience to compare it to, but it was fucking hot. We fucked and made love many times over that weekend, there were countless of orgasms. We did it everywhere in his massive house, kitchen, couch, foyer, his bedroom, bathtub, shower, billiard table, and in his backyard in the middle of the night by his pool. Not to say that Granddaddy sure knew how to fuck his way to out of a problem, by the end of it we were too exhausted to even think. It was like a dream.