Sex With Grandpa Stories Novels & Stories

The crowd murmured in agreement. "I want to tell you all a story," Grandpa began, a twinkle in his eye. "One of love, passion, and the kind of connection that can only be described as...electric." I rolled my eyes and whispered in my fiancé's ears. "He is going to spend the next thirty minutes narrating the tale of his and Grandma's fairytale romance." River giggled, the kind of giggle that tickled my heart. Heart? Heart? Seriously? I meant, crotch!

So I said, "It’s just three years. That’s enough to convince him. After that, we go our separate ways. And relax... no sex, if that’s what you were thinking.” Her head shot up so fast it nearly snapped her neck... and I won't deny it... that almost startled me. For a heartbeat, her eyes were wide, like she wasn’t sure whether to laugh, scream, or hit me. And to be honestly, I was actually expecting the hitting. Growing up with Grandpa had its perks, sure... he may be a titan in business, but let’s just say charming girls wasn’t one of them. The man couldn’t handle a conversation with a girl to save his life. Seems I inherited both halves, but with more of the latter. Can’t blame me for tryin

“Father, that’s gross, I’m a man okay and I don’t need a manual to sleep with a woman.” “I will remind you of this one more time, you are lucky to have Gina in your life and you better discuss having a child with her now.” I know Grandpa won’t give up this topic so I just had to say, “Don’t worry Grandpa, we will make sure of having kids so please can you stop the topic and no more dying, so tell me about the trip to Rome.” I switched the topic immediately.

Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded. “Not done yet, baby girl,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me deeply. Her tongue claimed my mouth as her hand slid down to cup my mound, two fingers slipping easily into my drenched cunt. I moaned into the kiss, hips twitching. Jake watched us with dark eyes, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. “You two are insatiable.” Sarah smiled against my lips. “Watch this.” She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine, her thick ass and dripping pussy hovering right above my face. “Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter

Ultimately, they ended up in the bed where he was positioned between her thighs, her legs clasped tightly around his undulating waist, nails sinking into his shoulders as he pounded her quim like crazy, the bed creaking so hard she feared it would soon encounter misfortune. After many intense minutes of drilling her honeypot, he pulled out and released his load in her mouth. But this one round wasn’t enough. She started sucking on his cock, wanting to be railed again. ‘Grandma, Mom, forgive me, but let me enjoy Grandpa’s dick while I can. You both well know how delicious and handsome it is at its job. Ever since Grandpa Myles deflowered me and made me a woman on my 18th birthday, my body cou

Jax groaned, his hips snapping against her ass. Then she felt a thick, lubed finger press against her other hole. She tensed. “Relax, legacy,” a calm voice soothed, even as the finger pushed in, working her open. “Gonna fill this sweet ass next. Gonna make you take cock in every hole at once. That’s how you become a Phi Kap bitch.”

I just remain like an idiot, watching his cock go flaccid, feeling how the streaks of his sperm roll down my body. My mouth. My face. My hair. He slips his cock back in his pants and steps backward. He starts to leave when I stop him with the question “What did my papa do to you?” Once out, I don't stop talking. The slight movement has me drinking his spunk… curiosity indeed kills. This time, it's through a stranger’s filthy sperm. He turns, quite excited as if indulging me. “He stole from me. And your fat-ass groom thinks he’s smart enough.”

My husband would make me spread my legs, hand trembling, asking me to finger myself while he brought in another whore and fucked her right in front of me. “You’re so old, Olivia,” he sneered one night, dipping the girl’s head to take his cock in her mouth. She gagged around him, moaning and choking, and I couldn’t stop imagining it was me. My hands ached to take him, to feel him inside me again, but I was forced to watch. “Can you even ride a cock now?” he taunted, eyes on me. “Or have you gotten so lazy you can’t even spread those legs wide enough?”

which is from who knows how many years ago, and tries to do a sexy dance but looks like a fish out of water with how much he's flailing around. And then I even wonder why I am what I am. "Who wants more alcohol? This is the last pack of beer!" yells Grandpa Carl. Jace and I rush to the alcohol. At one point, I end up between Aunt Sasha and Aunt Wendy, and after exchanging a look, they start explaining to me all the things that men usually like during certain activities between the sheets. Oh God, what an embarrassing situation. I quickly escape when the conversation starts getting very red-light, and I go sit on the couch next to Aunt Mary, who's catching her breath after dancing I don't kno

Even then, I found it unbelievable. I ran to my dad's room and immediately asked, "Is Grandpa a pervert? I saw him hugging Grandma's foot just now. Does he have a foot fetish?" "Your grandfather is warming your grandmother's feet. Your grandmother's body isn't in its best shape, and her hands and feet are always ice-cold. Your grandfather can't bear to see her like that. Just pretend you didn't see anything, and never mention it to him."