Granny Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

I didn't really know what went on, didn't know what had truly conspired between both women, Granny never spoke about it , despite all the times I spent with her playing Inquisitor and Miranda, Miranda was not herself, secretive and paranoid with nightmares plaguing her nights, I tried, heaven knows that I honestly did to get her to open up to me but she wouldn't, she turned from someone I loved to a shadow. She'd left on a starry night, not a word, no goodbye's, Granny had been pained but as usual she hid it all behind her stricter persona, I on the other hand had hurt like hell, the ghost of her had plagued my boy hood and I always wondered if she did ever make it. There was no more need of

Crapola, she was glaring at me like she genuinely wanted to slap the taste outta my mouth. She says irritated, "Did you not hear what I said, gurl?" Uh, I honestly didn't... "I didn't, Grammy. I must've spaced out, sorry." I apologize nervously. She frowns with pursed lips. "Well, bring ya ass back to Earth! I said, what kind of Supernatural shit are you talking about? When I was younger, I remember my great grandmother being able to heal people just as you can." What?! We were all shocked hearing this. "Really? Why have you never told me about this?" My aunts all agreed. Grammy clicks her tongue, annoyed, rolling her eyes. And that stubborn frown settles on her face. Her usual expression wh

Tama straightened up slowly “Ah!, yes, better, much better... granny , do you think if I eat the stuff potatoes and the winter rolls, my bug would die?,” Who could scare and deny such an adorable, cute little enchanting face of a baby “Umm!!, I think it should work in healing your tummy,” Damika pretended to think hard about her suggestion as she walked to her, then she grabbed Tama and tickled her mad “You naughty little brat , you think granny was born yesterday and you kids can fool her,” “Ahhhahahahahahaha, Granny stop, hahahahahaha, ple..please stop,” she tried hard to control laughing as she was sensitive to tickles..

“Granny, why did you tell me all this now?” Abigail’s eyes filled with doubt and complacency. ​ “Because I don’t want you to hate him. I am a greedy woman, Abigail, and I still wish you and him to be together for a child.” ​ “Granny, you know_” ​ “Yes, but as an old woman, I can only hope the best for you both. And, today I told you this, so you can understand why he was like this and so blinded with revenge.”

“Rub with me, baby.” Our soaked cunts met—hot, slippery, clit to clit. We started grinding slowly at first, then faster, hips rolling in messy circles. The sensation was electric. Every slide of her slick pussy lips against mine sent sparks through my body. Our clits rubbed together perfectly, and the wet sounds of our juices mixing were obscene. Sarah leaned forward, her heavy tits swaying as she grabbed my hips for leverage. “Feel that, Emma? Mommy’s pussy kissing yours. So fucking wet for each other.”

He twisted harder and I whimpered. “All right. Stand up and take the dress and panties off. You can keep the shoes.” Tess helped me up and I started stripping. A voice came from the opposite wall. There was another hole there. “Having fun, Frank?” That was the first time I heard his name. “Never better, Jack.” “I see you’ve got some high-class pussy in there. Who is she?” “Don’t know. Don’t care.” Both of them laughed. Jack must have noticed Tess then. “Hey, you’ve got two of them, you old bastard. Girls, how does it feel to play with guys who could be your grandfathers?”

, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied. The tips started rolling in almost immediately. Two hundred dollars in the first hour. Enough to cover groceries and the electric bill that was overdue. Grace smiled to herself, a twisted mix of shame and power running through her. No one would ever know it was her. ASlimySlut, often abbreviated as ASS, was just a faceless fantasy.

"Olise—" "You're roommates who share a legal document!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. "She’s never here! She runs away to Europe, to New York, to anywhere else because she doesn't know how to be a wife, and she sure as hell doesn't know how to be a mother! You are lonely, Vincent. You’ve been living in a golden cage, and you’re terrified to admit that the lock is already broken!"

One hand gripped her hip while the other delivered sharp, loud smacks to her ass with every thrust. “Take this dick, you little slut. You love sneaking around like this, don’t you?” Graham grunted, pounding into her relentlessly, the wet sound of her pussy echoing in the room. "Yes— daddy. Harder, please — oh God!" the girl moaned out, pushing back to meet his brutal strokes. Sienna Vale stood in the shadowed alcove behind a half-open door, her phone held steady, recording every second. Her thighs pressed tightly together as she watched, her breathing becoming shallow.