In the quaint, quiet town of Meadowgrove, where tradition and modernity intertwined, lived a woman named Edith. At 55, she was a vibrant force, her silver hair a testament to her years, her eyes sparkling with an insatiable curiosity. She was known for her sharp wit and even sharper tongue, a reputation that preceded her
My grandma was an alcoholic My grandma from my mothers side became over the years to a very bad woman. I did not know, if I was th only one seeing that. Each school holidays my parents brought me to her because she had a house with a garden out in the country for me
My grandmother is attractive for her age. She has kept very fit and has a pretty nice body. Her hair has that blondish white tint and she tries to look young, all while avoiding acting young. It always confused me. I would drop by my grandmothers once in a while and let myself in. She
Due to recent breakins my grandmother asked me to spend the weekend with her. I had no problem with this since I would be home alone anyway. I packed up my bag and left out. During the drive over there I decided to stop and freshen up. I always had a thing for my huge
A man-beast stared up at me with feral yellow eyes. Dark, reddish hair hid much of his brutish frame, but his face was mostly bare, as were muscular patches on his arms, legs and massive torso. As I hung suspended over his body I could only guess at his height Đ certainly very tall. His
The young lady had just been given a long, boring lecture about the proper conduct for young ladies from her aged grandmother, in her mother’s absence. In one way the lass was happy that her mother was away for hanging in her closet was the terrible instrument of correction — a genuine Scottish tawse. The
“Hey, Layla, are you busy Saturday night? Rod asked. Rod had called his sister on the phone. The summer was winding down and soon they would both be heading back to their respective colleges for the fall semester. Their parents were divorced. Layla was a year older and entering her senior year, and had spent
Zoe sat staring at the white haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon and once again Zoe’s parents had dumped her off at her grandmother’s house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside. Usually Zoe would protest finding her Grandmothers small suburban house boring but lately
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
Ever since I saw her at the supermarket that first time I knew I had to have her. She was just my type. But I knew there was no way she would ever give herself to a young man like me. She was at least twice my age probably in her late 50’s. Some people
I was on my second pina colada, sitting at a table with four other girls from my dorm floor. Usual Friday night, hanging out at the local college meat market. Tallahassee is a big college town, and weekends are made for parties. This was back in the early eighties in the fall, when being twenty
My Grandma, Hazel La Forge was a farm girl who grew up in New Madrid County, a small farming community in the southeast Missouri bootheel. The family farm was just over 2000 acres of prime fertile land bordering the banks of the Mississippi River. The property was flat and easy to plow. Each harvest was
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
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
I’m a 23 year old guy that is just a pervert. This all started when I moved into a neighborhood that had mostly older people. I have never had sex with a mature women a lot older then me before. Most of my sexual experiences where always with girls around my age, except one. When