Seducing Grandpa Novels & Stories

Jane's POV Vance Senior’s heavy footsteps clicked closer against the gravel pathway, slow and deliberate, like a predator tracking a scent. Benjamin didn't break the kiss immediately. He lingered for one final second, his teeth grazing my lower lip desperately that it left a burning sting behind. "Benjamin?" Vance Senior’s voice boomed again, closer this time, just around the final bend of the maze. "If you are out here wasting my time with a domestic tantrum while our pre-market metrics are processing, we have a severe problem."

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be licking your wounds or something? My grandson left you for someone much better. Don’t tell me you’re here to get him back?” “I’m not here for that, Grandma,” I told her, trying to sound as polite as I could. Regardless of how cruel Grandma Sophia was, I was always taught to treat my elderly with respect, and I wouldn’t treat her any less. “Don’t call me that,” she hissed. “I’m not your grandmother. I never would be. Even if my grandson chose to marry you. I’m glad he came to his senses. You were never good enough for him. I knew your family was bad news the second I met you.”

she giggles as she pulls me into a passionate kiss. What the fuck! My cock is buried in one smoldering pussy while another naked coed is tongue dancing with me and they're both trying to convince my sexy granddaughter to fuck me. Somehow it seems like the most natural thing in the world even though nothing about this feels normal. I'm pretty sure that most grandfathers don't experience anything like this.

I can feel my own precum leaking through me. He takes my free hands and guides them down there to feel how hard he is; he pulls back, making me look at him as he mouths, "Please." I smile. “Be patient; just be a good boy," I whisper back and bite my nipples, my tongue loving it. He has helplessly surrendered to my touch, his sounds filling the room. I trail my hands slowly to his dick and caress it, soaking it to make him crave more and more and yet get just a fleeting touch.

the older man who donned a blue hat, golden thobe and navy blue sandals said with excitement. Jack frowned. "So I rushed over here just to see this?" he looked pissed now. "Laila, Theresa, go calm him down for me. I'm scared he'll beat me to a pulp." grandpa Reynolds said to the two milfs sitting beside him. Both got up and cat walked towards Jack. One went behind and gently pushed him inside the room. His grandpa took out a small red bluetooth speaker and played an unfamiliar instrumental recording. The milfs started to dance around him. The one with red hair sang:

"My daughter is not ready yet to handle such a position. She still needs guidance. Perhaps Don Lucas' assistance." "Then we're all settled then." Uncle Robin could not put off his ear-to-ear smile when even mom had his good side. "And by the way, I still have two more requests to make this plan work out." Gramps and I could not help but curve the tip of our brows when he is simply an interim president yet he is already taking advantage of the benefits. "First is to send my niece and her husband on a week honeymoon..." "No!" gramps debated. "I can't approve of that man even getting at least ten meters away from Malia."

“I’m not done with you yet, Mark.” He started to protest again, his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back. “This is crazy. We can’t—” She stopped him by placing a finger on his lips. Then she looked him straight in the eyes, water dripping down her face, her voice low but steady and confident. “I know you want this… And it’s happening. You just need to take charge of this… Seduce me, Daddy.” The word “Daddy” hit him like a switch. Something dark and hungry flashed across Mark’s face. The careful restraint he’d been clinging to finally snapped.

she advised like a guru, tilting her chin up proudly after saying it. I threw her a look. “I just sold him my body last night, Victoria. How do you mean ‘take him by his heart’ when I acted like one of his nasty— nasty girls just to be f-ed by him?” I pointed out. She rolled her eyes at me. “That was just the start. First rule of seduction—lure your man into his fantasy, his favorite things. Like giving catnip to a cat. Get them high. And once they get used to it, that’s when you make them your prey.”

"You slut! What dirty deals did you make for this funeral? You're not worthy of being my fiancée." He raised his hand to slap me, but a strong grip stopped him. A stern middle-aged man pushed him aside and helped me up. "A grown man hitting a woman? Have some shame." Joseph hurried over, whispering, "Charlotte, this is General Soto." Tears spilled out of me before I could stop them, sudden and violent, like someone clinging to a last scrap of hope. "General," I cried, "they won't let me bury my grandpa. They even put a dog in his grave to humiliate him."

I could tell his mind had already slithered into the gutter. The men gathering around us were the very same ones my stepfather had forced me to please in my previous life—the same men who, this time, were Phoebe's targets. But instead of fawning over her, they greeted Grandpa warmly, "Hello, Mr. Holman." Grandpa pulled me to his side. "This is my granddaughter. She will be my only heir from this day on." The very men who once demanded my servitude scrambled to bow before me, each offering a business card with obsequious smiles.