I was very young, and my grandparents raised me. Since I never knew my parents, I thought of my grandparents as my mother and father, though they made it plain to me, early in life, who my parents really were. We had a happy life, really. Suddenly, something seemed wrong between Grandma and Grandpa. I
I knew it was wrong. I don’t trust anyone who ever says otherwise. People don’t really lose their head and become overwhelmed by lust and lose control. We all know exactly what we’re doing. And we make a decision to do bad things, even when we know we’re crossing a line. It’s not that we
“Jerry, grandma is coming to stay with us,” Teri informed her 19-year-old son at dinner that evening. “She hasn’t visited us in a while,” Jerry replied. “She’s not coming to visit, Jerry, she’s coming to live with us,” Teri explained, inwardly wincing as she saw the look on her son’s face. “But why?” Jerry asked.
My room was next to the bathroom and long ago as my curiosity grew about what the other sex looked like in particular my grandmother and mother who were the only other two in the house besides me and the only women I had a lot of contact with looked like beneath their clothes I
First, let me own up. I am a mature man, yet ever since I was young and saw a gorgeous mature buxom lady wearing a girdle and fucking a guy on top, I have maintained a fetish to for plump mature women with big floppy tits wearing open crotch girdles and no underwear …oh yes,
‘Yes,’ Gramma answered, ‘But not now.’ She took my cock in her hand and slowly stroked it. ‘Right now, I want you cum on it. Not in it.’ She pulled me closer and rubbed her clitoris with the tip of my prick. ‘I want to feel your hot cum spurting on my clit and running
Jeff, arriving home from school, found Isabel napping on the couch in the Family Room. Without waking her, he sat down to open the mail in the large over-stuffed chair nearby, affording him a view of his Grandmother’s thighs and the entrapped panties in the narrow crease between the opulent twin mounds of her bottom.
In all my years, I had never thought of grandma Em in a sexual way until the day I walked into their house, yelled for her and got no answer. I could see that granda Willie was gone. His Chrysler’s absence meant he was either gone to play gin rummy with the guys or he
I had never thought of my Old Grannies in a sexual way, but for some reason everything changed. My granny went into an old folks home because she was getting on a bit so it was better for her and safer if she went into care. I can tell that this was very hard for
Jack laid back on his bed, cock in hand as he watched the adult video on his TV. The 18 yr olds mother would have a fit if she knew about the x rated tapes he hid in his room. It was almost six o’clock, Mom’s usual time home from work and He knew he
It was some six years after TX Enterprises (for those who don’t Know about TX Enterprises and the fantasy to reality scheme, please read the stories entitled, “the Idea”) ceased to be, that out of the blue I received quite a lengthy email from a woman I did not know. This occurred only because I
My grandfather died when I was teen, and my grandmother never remarried. I had always wondered why, and sometimes I wondered if she dated. She would come over, and I used to wonder what she looked like naked, if her body was still in good enough shape for a man to be interested. She wasn’t
I was sitting on my gran’s red sofa trying to watch a movie while feeling miserable as shit. Actually, the miserable feeling was into its fourth day, driving me crazy. It started last Saturday night; I’d been on the verge of getting my rock hard virgin boner into the sweet pussy of a petite, pretty
This is a true story but the names have been changed to protect the innocent, or the guilty or whatever applies! This happened several weeks ago. I was on my way home from work when I saw a car pulled over with a flat tire. There was an older lady standing next to the car
By the time I arrived at the home of my grandmother in Chicago, I had convinced myself that this would be the most boring and wasted weekend I had ever spent. My parents had moved away from the city years before, when I was in junior high. We visited my grandparents regularly in the years