Granny Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

SEX STARVED HOUSEWIFE & HER STEPSON _____________________ Sabrina My thighs moved against each other, rubbing my sensitive clit and a moan almost slipped past my lips. I was so damn horny. Probably shouldn't have read that spicy book my best friend, Sloane, recommended last week but I was bored. And the sex scenes had been filthy, dirty—god, I wanted that for myself. It’s been months since Graham touched me and over three years since I've last had pleasurable sex.

I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

“Which one is it? Lucian? Isabella? Your mother? Dominic? Victor?” “Isabella,” I grunted. “Last night Granny Wilson said she was a load our mother should have swallowed, and I’ve never agreed with the Elder more.” Valeria let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Your grandmother is a force of nature. Mine sits in a rocking chair knitting pelt-warmers. Yours runs the Nightwood mafia with an iron fist.” We both snickered. Granny had once challenged a rival Matriarch to a duel in the middle of a Sacred Mating ceremony for trying to cheat at the ritual bets.

I sat on the chair and spread my legs open, I wore a flare skirt with nothing underneath. “Devil, be gone! Begone in the name of God!” he exclaimed, gripping the crucifix. His shoulders rose and fell rapidly, his jaw tight. I leaned back, watching him struggle, a low chuckle escaping me. The tension between us thickened, I spread my legs wider revealing my throbbing clit.” I know you dream of me in your hands father…I see you make stolen glances at me, I notice how sweetly you talk to me. Now come taste how sweet I am.” My fingers stroked the corners of my clit.

I reluctantly started scrolling down through the categories. "Stop there." She said. It was the Granny category. "Do you ever watch any of those?" She asked. "Sometimes." I said, quietly. "You like the older women, huh?" She asked. "Yes." I said. "Well, lets watch one. And if you want to, you can go ahead and finish what you were doing. I can see that it still needs some relief." She said. I couldn't believe that I was about to watch p**n videos with my Grandma. I found one that she wanted to see and clicked on it. It was a Granny and young boy. She was sucking his cock, while he ran his fingers in and out of her pussy.

Granny asked anxiously. She hadn't seen her grandson for a while and she was so anxious and excited to see him. She didn't know why it was Nathan who came out. She didn't want to see him! Hmmph! Nathan could read the disdain in Granny Fanny's eyes, and he could only smile helplessly. This old woman still didn't like him but he could understand and also try to win her heart. “Granny, Evans is in the car.” Nathan spoke, “But, he—”

“We raised her for God! And you...” Mirabel's dad jabbed a finger in my chest. “...you corA Holy War rupted her. You ruined everything!” Then my dad stood, his tone was colder than ice. “Kyle, the rumors are everywhere. People are saying the Gates heir is screwing nuns for sport. A fetish. Do you have any idea what that does to our name?” Mirabel’s mother’s voice rose, it was cold with hate. “You’ll never be accepted by us, Kyle. You’re filth!”

I’m just a granny who can’t bear to leave her grandkids! [Mrs. Wade! She’s the dungeon’s ultimate stubborn NPC!] [From now on, this is Granny’s dorm and her ghost grandkids’ home!] [What an ending… I’m freakin’ obsessed! It’s so warm, badass, and epic! Long live Granny!] [The ‘Cozy Haven’ epic family drama series is premiering tomorrow at the same time! It’s a pure nostalgia hit to audiences everywhere!] The End.

Tyler, quieter but built solid with those broad shoulders that tensed up when he got excited, and Alex, the storyteller who could turn any boring moment into something wild with his tales. We kicked off the night with a standard round of Never Have I Ever, sipping shots whenever someone hit a truth we had lived, but after a few cycles and the alcohol hitting harder, Sarah suggested flipping it to what she called the Extreme Edition, where instead of drinking for the things you had done, you stripped off a piece of clothing, and that idea got everyone nodding and grinning because the vibe was already charged with that tipsy flirtation. Clothes started coming off pretty fast after that, shirts

“You may put your skirt down. And crawl to my desk.” Her face burned with fresh humiliation, but her body sang with dark excitement. She dropped her skirt and began to crawl, the carpet rough on her hands and knees. It was the most degrading, most exhilarating thing she had ever done. She crawled to his desk and stopped, waiting for her next command.