Granny Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

"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."

I asked "You don't think we're too jobless to start cooking up stories about your grandad, do you?" Cynthia asked "The whole town knows, ask anywhere you go and they'll tell you" Sophia said "So why haven't they done something about it?" I asked in confusion "If you know where a monster lives, would you go meet it and something to it?" Zoe asked and I frowned "My grandad is not a monster!" "I didn't say he was, I was making an example" Zoe said with a facepalm

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 mirrors on the side wall reflected everything, my muscular body driving into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust. “Look at the photos,” I growled, gripping her throat lightly. “Look at your dad’s face while I fuck you on his desk.” Isabella moaned louder, staring at the framed picture of her father shaking hands with some celebrity. The taboo made her pussy clench even tighter around me. “Harder!” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate him!” I pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the quiet office. I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so she was facing the large window overlooking the gym floor. Any

My legs quiver and I clutch it against his fucking dick, needing all the pressure on my clit that presses hard on my panties, jealous, aroused like a slut. ‘This is crazy, Isla!’ My brain yells when it’s not fried with pleasure. But isn't crazy the best thing on earth? ‘Hmm… Oh, yeah…’ I bite my bottom lip and swallow a bloody groan that almost ruined me. My fingers around the pole are so tight that my knuckles go white. I’m nearly tumbling upside down, with blood clogging my head. “Hey.” The granny in front of me groans out of the blue. “Don't be a silly brat and stop encroaching on my space.” She scolds me, face red with anger.

Cassandra told the stories with gusto, and Margaret was all ears, completely ignoring the embarrassed looks from Abigail. Abigail was blushing so hard she could dig a hole with her toes. "Grandma, those stories about me sucking my toes are from ages ago. How can you still bring that up? Don't I deserve some dignity?"

Janka refused to let her go. Laila's phone buzzed again, and she groaned looking at it. “Fuck off!” “Which one is it? Lola? Your Mom? Tony or Maria?” “Lola.” She grunted. Last night Granny said she was a load my mom should have swallowed and I don't disagree.” Janka giggled. “Your granny is something else. My granny sits in a rocking chair making slippers. Yours runs the bingo Mafia.” They all giggled at Janka's playful words. Granny had once gotten into a fist fight with a woman at bingo for trying to cheat.

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.

Granny said, taking in a ragged breath, “about your… travels.” I nodded, and for a little while, I just sat and recounted my stories from the wilds. I told her about rogue encampments whose warriors poked spears into my back but eventually dined with me around their fires. I told her about children I’d saved who reminded me so much of her grandson. Tales I’d heard from elders just like her. Lovers I’d reunited—and even one lost kitten I’d returned to a very happy and very tearful teenage girl who looked strikingly like Sara.