Granny Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

“You haven’t met her. She doesn’t listen to sense. She doesn’t believe anything I’m saying. I couldn’t explain something to her and turn her loose, back into the world. She’d know too much.” “You told her everything, and you’re going to turn her loose anyway, with a butt ton of money, just hoping that an NDA and a couple billion is going to keep her from talking?” Granny slaps her thighs and lets out a hoot. “Oh lord, the stench is real.” “Real good?”

"And I tell them stories." "What kind of stories?" Herb said. This was the part that had gotten him out of bed early on a Saturday morning (his only day off from selling mattresses the rest of the week) to come over here. Willie had mentioned stories when Herb got after him for being late coming home so often. It seemed they made quite an impression on the kid, but when Herb asked what kind of stories they were Willie clammed up. The Brookwood woman shrugged. "You know: ghost stories. The kind children like. Mostly ones my grandmother told me when this was her home. I could tell you one, if you like? So you'll see that they're not so bad."

she said with a smile and turned to gather Janice into her arms "You're gonna have plenty of fun times with grandma. You happy honey?" The little cute Janice's eyes sparkled with sheer excitement. "Yes, Granny! I can't wait to hear your stories." Kissing her softly on her smooth puffy cheeks, she said, " this time, I have a very special story to tell you tonight. I'm sure you can't wait right?" "I can't wait! How about you tell me now?" she pleaded, her sparkling eyes imploringly searching her wrinkled face and almost slanting eyes due to old age.

Good old grandad, he still hasn't changed. “Well, good morning luna" he says to me “Good morning grandad" I said I got to the kitchen and made myself some toast with butter and jam. While eating, I ask my grandad “Grandad, why do people in the neighborhood call this house a haunted house?" “Oh those are all lies, wouldn't I know if my own house was haunted?" he casually replied. Right after he said that, there was a slight shake in the house and grandad's face was covered in the newspaper, his shoulders hunched, he didn't usually sit like this but when the shake stopped, grandad was sitting up normally like nothing happened and asked me,

Baby Zetty was startled and cleverly avoided Baby Robbie’s question by saying, “You stinking little brat, don’t you know you’re not supposed to ask a woman their age?” Baby Robbie said, “Looking at your gray hair and limited mobility, I was just worried that you might have dementia, Parkinson’s disease, or any other senile diseases. It doesn’t matter much when you’re treating me, Granny, since my life is worthless. But my sisters are precious, so you can’t be making any mistakes when you treat them.”

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

The Grand Hall was filled with the scent of old blood and expensive perfume. Hundreds of ancient eyes watched from the shadows as Elara stood naked on the raised marble platform, wrists bound in silver chains, a thin black veil covering her eyes. She was the last known fertile human woman in existence. And tonight, she was being sold. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. The cool air brushed against her bare skin, making her nipples harden. She could feel the weight of every gaze on her breasts, her waist, the smooth skin between her thighs.

“I have one, so I get it.” "She's eighteen that an adult!" Mother replied. I rolled my eyes hard as I climbed the stairs, each step making the burning handprints on my ass flare. My heart raced from the fight, but my pussy throbbed harder. I was soaked, swollen, aching. I couldn't wait to get rid of it. Getting to my bedroom, I slammed the door behind me and stripped off the dress completely. Climbing onto the bed, I kicked the duvet aside and spread my legs wide, then grabbed my earphones and hit play on my favorite audiobook.

I replied, following after her. So, you have a creepy stalker." Granny Petra chuckled. "It's not as cool as it sounds, I assume you." I said flatly. "I thought that only happened in stories, and to female main characters at that." Granny stated, checking on the oven. "Me too, but it seems Eiran here is quite the head turner." Granny Petra giggled. "Hopefully, Theron doesn't hear about this." I sighed. "You shouldn't keep something like a creepy stalker a secret from him, it will breed insecurities if he hears about it from someone else." Granny advised, pulling out a pie from the oven.

My vision began to blur from the tears that were building in my eyes. "I don't know. I've never been in such situation." Granny said, folding her arms. The tears streamed down my face This had better be a bad dream. I told myself. "We have to do something!" My mother threw her hand up in frustration. "She can't walk around with this... this thing." She pointed at my thigh. "There are hermaphrodite, Hannah. She'd survive" My Granny said, nonchalantly. I knew she was just mad that I didn't keep to her words.