Sex With Grandpa Stories Novels & Stories

I followed him everywhere like a lost puppy. On one of his visits, which was during the Halloween season, he told me a particularly chilling story about his teen years at fifteen. Grandpa loved to tell me scary stories and there was nothing I liked more. It was our thing. I’m older now, and I have a husband and children of my own, but I wanted to relate this story to those who can appreciate the eternal love grandparents have for their grandchildren, and I promise you, if you stay until the end, you will be rewarded. My Grandpa’s story began like this:

Owen who was already in tears said. "Come here Owen" she pulled him into a hug and smiled. A loud grunt followed and I chuckled seeing that she kicked him on his... "Ouch" he groaned holding his dick. "That's for raping my daughter" "I did apologize. How do I get my wife pregnant without this?" he muttered. "Figure that out yourself?" "You are so mean" he muttered. "You said?" "Nothing" "Mom, this is my boyfriend Darrell. Darrell meet my mom"

I swallowed my laugh when I saw the look Mom gave me. "Seriously Gabz. We're just friends. She's not girlfriend material." "Oh—OK then. You see why I think you're an asshole?" I snickered, and he rolled his eyes at me. "By the way, what's hooking up?" Mom asked. Oh! My God. Old people. Before Gerard or myself could answer, Grandpa came to the rescue. "Hooking up, my dear, is just sex with a person. No strings attached, no commitment and no expectations. It's like they scratch my back and I scratch theirs in return."

She grinned at his laugh, “well, your grandfather during the party decided he wanted to be a bit risky and took me down the hall to a room which was supposed to be off limits, and we came across your date giving some guy a blow job. It wasn’t you. Your grandfather walked right up to her and pulled her head off the guy’s dick and threw her across the room. Told her to make excuses and to get the fuck out but if he ever caught her around you again, he’d slit her throat. I believed him and it wasn’t even me he was threatening so I know she did. You guys left right after.” “Fuck,” he rubbed his face. “I’d only been out with her a handful of times. She was a friend of a friend.” “She was a whore,

Dad offered. “You were a police officer?” I asked, looking at grandpa. “A detective, yes. A long time ago. It’s how we met.” grandpa smiled, reaching over to take grandma’s hand. “How did you meet? And why does it sound like grandma was getting arrested?” I asked. “Oh, she was getting arrested. Public indecency. She and a bunch of her free love types decided to have a protest orgy on the lawn of a capital building where they were voting on a law that would limit access to birth control.” Grandpa laughed.

His grandmother had told him that sex was overrated, she had been a widow for years, and when had he ever seen her taking men home or coming home at dawn after a night of sex? All of this had weighed on her, along with her shyness in the guise of being the bad guy, it had taken her longer to start her sex life, at least longer than most guys she knew, and when it happened, it was much better than she had imagined, and her grandmother was dead wrong about sex being overrated, but he wasn't going to tell her that, obviously. Amidst his late father's workbooks, when he reached the age of thirteen, erotic magazines were also kept and it was there that he relieved himself several times a day with

I knew Grandpa was all gruffness and soft heart. The next day, when I sneezed from a chill, there was an extra blanket on my bed that night. Grandpa's bookshelf was crammed with books—mostly history—so worn some lacked covers entirely. He insisted I finish them all, stern as a schoolmaster. History was dull and dense, but at night, he would pull me outside to the yard, point to the stars, and tell me those magnificent tales of heroes. Gradually, I grew interested.

"Grandpa, it's not true. Wendy is lying." "Who is your grandpa?" he snapped, stepping back as if she were toxic. "I don't recall having a granddaughter like you." Bianca collapsed, her face white as chalk. Rupert turned to the butler from the Reilly family, his voice ringing with authority. "Tell Mr. Reilly Sr. that his grandson is marrying my true granddaughter, Wendy Pittman, not some impostor playing dress-up." The butler nodded hastily and scurried out. Tessa dropped to her knees, crawling toward Rupert. "Please, Bianca is practically your granddaughter, too. You watched her grow up."

"Thanks for not being disrespectful, I guess. I obviously never put a dick in your Grandma, but I certainly had sex with her for forty years." I frowned. "I thought it was only after my grandpa died." "Nah. They knew we had our side thing, it was going on since the eighties. It made our husbands hornier." She sighed wistfully. "Never worked up the courage to do more, though, and I really regret it. Your grandpa was a fine man, and there were plenty of sparks with Lorraine and my husband Paul. I would've loved to watch them together. Never got DPed, either of us. Ugh. Shame."

I spat into my palm, using the moisture to rub the sensitive nub in fast, frantic circles. I was masturbating to my stepfather masturbating. The taboo of it made my vision blur. I started breathing heavily, my chest heaving in sync with his. I closed my eyes, the tension building in my lower belly, a second peak climbing toward the summit. My fingers moved faster into my pussy as I massaged my breast with soo much force. the friction becoming almost unbearable. Just as I felt the orgasm begin to crest, a voice shattered the silence. "Amaya... fuckkkkkk!"