This is a [fictional] story of my grandmother, my aunt and I. Hope you like it.
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When I was about ten, my parents fighting became too much and I went to stay with my grandmother for a while. She lived with her unmarried daughter, my Aunt Mary who was my dad’s sister. I loved my grandmother, and still called her ‘gaga’, a pet name we’d had since we were children. She was old, a bit strict, in her seventies, but still had a twinkle in her eye. She was full of enthusiasm and had many friends. My aunt Mary was a little odd, very uptight and always concerned about her status in the community. They were active in the local church.
I had stayed with my grandmother before and always stayed in her bed, so we just carried on. Nobody thought anything of it. She undressed in the bathroom and came to bed in her nightclothes. After a while I got used to it and after about a week gaga rolled over and said as we turned out the light:
“Cuddle up behind me Bill and keep me warm.”
So I did. I liked the feel of her cotton dress, the faint rosy smell of old woman that came from her. I found it comforting. We did this every night and became better at it. I starting putting my arms around her big hips. I was definitely curious about her breasts but too afraid to touch her there. Sometimes she’d move and I’d feel her hefty buttocks against my immature little penis.
I began having erections. I barely even knew at the time what they were, but some of the boys in school had talked about them. They were small, but hard as a rock. I felt how they could slip in below Granny’s ass, there seemed to be a little hollow in here body where my little hard-on just slotted in. Granny didn’t seem to notice, and it felt really nice.
One night I woke up with a fright. My hips were pumping backwards and forwards and an intensely pleasurable, but sticky sensation was coming from my genitals. I was having a wet dream and my first ejaculation. I couldn’t stop myself, it was like I was possessed by another force.
Eventually it subsided. I knew by Granny’s breathing she was awake.
“I’m so sorry Granny, I said. I don’t know how that happened.”
“It’s ok Bill”, she said soothingly. And she reached around her hand to my hips and patted me reassuringly. “That’s quite alright”. The next day we said nothing about it
A couple of nights later it happened again. But this time I felt more control. I was half asleep and half awake. I could have stopped. I felt myself pressing rhythmically up against Granny’s fat behind. It was so good. I knew Granny was awake and I decided to stay going. I felt her hand come around to my ass and pull me closer. I wrapped my young arms about her body, and for the first time allowed myself to touch Granny’s tit.
Her body jumped suddenly when I touched it, a sudden intake of breath, and her chest filled out to press herself into my hand. I really hadn’t a clue what I was doing but I knew she liked it. I kept rocking my hips holding her huge saggy breast in my left hand, while she held me to her.
Nobody spoke in the pitch blackness.
Now she was moving too. Her hips moving at the same rhythm. Her breathing sounded unusual to me, fast and shallow.
I came on the inside of my pajamas, up against her nightdress. I knew she could feel it. I kept moving for a little while but stopped after a minute or so. Granny was still breathing fast, but I had calmed down. She moved her right hand to my hand that lay on her breast and held it there. She moved her other hand off of my ass.
I heard a slight ruffling of clothes and for a few minutes I could sense her making small rapid movements with her hand somewhere down between her legs. I heard her moan, with a voice I’d never heard before, very deep and throaty.
“Aaaaw, aaaww, aaaaaw.”
Then no more, silence.
“Are you ok Granny?” I asked.
“Wonderful Bill”, she replied, “wonderful”. She caressed my ass softly as I cuddled up close behind her, feeling the wetness of my cold young semen against the musty warmth of her fat old body.
This continued repeatedly every night for several weeks. I fucked Granny from behind through our clothes, sometimes two or three times. Granny wanked herself off. The next morning she would always get up first and shower and dress. I would shower after her. There were clean pyjamas left put for me every day.
It was never spoken of. I so wanted to talk to someone about it, but I was ashamed. I knew I was doing something wrong. The boys at school began talking about sex and my cock was growing. No longer was it a puny little rock a few inches long. Now, when it was hard it must have reached 7 inches. I was impressed.
One night I was lying behind Granny, pumping against her sweet ass, playing with her nipple, listening to her moans and Granny turned around. This was new.
“Bill, this has to stop”, she said.
“What? Granny”, I said. “What’s wrong?”
“We have to do this properly”, she said. “Let me show you”.
Then she put her hands to my face and kissed me full on the lips. I felt her tongue penetrate my lips and I licked it. I put my tongue in hers and licked her toothless gums. Both my hands ran down her body caressed her huge tits.
Granny touched me all over, touching lightly and lovingly. Eventually her hands came to my cock and she caressed it gently through my clothing. She knew exactly what to do, her touch was exquisite. She caressed all around first. My stomach my legs, then she gently pulled the waistband of my pyjamas down and touched me. The pleasure was almost unbearable. She caressed my balls and leaned forward to kiss me deeply.
I grew frustrated with her long nightgown and began unbuttoning the top. I fumbled a little, unsure of myself. Granny whispered. Here. Let me. And she opened all the buttons for me. My hand slid inside and went straight to her waiting nipple. I could touch it and feel how erect it was, it must have stood out over a half inch.
“Suck it Bill, please. Suck it gently”, said Granny.
I reached and took her big floppy tit out of her dressing gown. I lifted it up to my mouth and putting it slowly to my lips I sucked it carefully, savouring the newness of the experience.
It wasn’t long before I felt orgasm coming to me. Granny could sense it. She reached down and pulled up the bottom of her nightdress. She barely had it up in time before I spurted onto her.
“That’s my boy”, she whispered in my ear, milking me. I shot repeatedly onto her body, into her pubic hair. I almost went dizzy with the intensity of the pleasure.
As I lay there panting, Granny took my hand and drew it down to her pubic area. She pressed my hand to her and I could feel for the first time her bush of wiry hair, mixed with my own young semen.
“Play with me, Bill”, she whispered.
I rubbed my slimy semen through her pubes. Suddenly my fingers penetrated a new place, where it was wet, smooth and soft. “Yes, Bill, yes” said Granny.
I stayed here, moving my hands around, allowing my movements be guided by Granny’s moans. I settled into a slow rhythm, being egged on my Granny. Moving my fingers down deep to where it was very wet and then back up to the top around a small hard little point where Granny seemed to have most pleasure. Granny would put her hand to mine to adjust the pressure or guide my movements. After some time she pressed my hand harder onto the hard little bit on the top.
“Yes Bill yes. Don’t stop. Yes. Oh fuck oh fuck.”
I had never heard my grandmother use such language before. Suddenly she straightened her legs right out on the bed and let out one long final deep moan. I kissed her, deeply, hungrily, passionately. I was so happy to have pleasured my beloved grandmother like this. In time she fell asleep.
The next night I came to bed, there was a candle lit by the bed. I pulled back the covers to get in and Granny turned to me, naked.
“Take off your clothes tonight Bill.”
I took them off in the faint glow of the candle, already with a full hard-on, with my delight at being seen naked.
“Tonight’s your big night Bill, I’m going to show you how to do this properly. First we’re going to start off slowly. You touch kiss all my body, start at my feet, but stay away from my sensitive areas until I tell you. Just explore, have fun.”
I pulled the covers back and went to her feet. I touched them lovingly and carefully. I put her toes in my mouth, one by one. I rubbed my fingertips, my lips and my tongue all around her feet, moving to her ankles and the white calves and shins, interspersed by the blue of her varicose veins. I looked up her body, and I could see a big bush of gray pubic hair below her belly. Above that, her great big flat tits sagged down to her navel, as she lay there with her eyes closed, moving her fingers slowly around her own enormous nipples.
She would give me signs every now and then, such as yes, I like that. I was nervous, I wanted to please her, but she was very kind and positive. I came up her thighs slowly, I could feel myself been drawn deep into her body, as if pulled by a magnet.
I looked up and could see a flash of pink flesh within her pubic hair. I knew instinctively, that was where I needed to go. I made a dive with my mouth.
“Not yet, Bill, not yet”, she said and grabbed my hair. I moved up her stomach, kissing the folds of flesh. I gave one of her nipples a quick flick of my tongue and she moaned approvingly.
I moved up her chest, to her neck. Now she was getting more excited, this she loved. Finally our mouths met each other, hungrily and greedily. As I lay on her I could feel my prick pressed into her pubes.
She reached down and grabbed me.
“When you get to my age Bill, you can be a little too dry there, so you’ll have to get me wet with your mouth.”
“Yes Granny, show me how.”
She guided my head down with both her hands she opened her genitals for me to see up close.
“Now lick me Bill with that beautiful young tongue. Make me as wet as you can.”
I gathered all the saliva I could and gave it to her, under the folds of her skin, down lower into the deep hole that was there. It began to drip on the sheets and I knew she had enough. As I licked her, Granny had moved her own finger to the top of her little mound of flesh and was stroking it in little circles. I watched her curiously.
“Ok Bill, I want you now deep inside me. Come here.”
I climbed back up to her and bringing my cock between her lags, Granny took it in her hand and guided me to the opening.
I could feel the head of my cock at the opening of her old cunt, warm and wet with my own saliva. I sank into her effortlessly.
Oh my god. Never before had I even imagined anything like this, the sensation was unbelievable. Granny began moving her hips gently and the inside of her hot cunt rubbed against my cock. I responded, moving with her, letting her guide the way and set the pace. Soon we were moving together, rocking our hips. I knew I couldn’t last long and my body took on a life of its own.
“That’s it my little boy, pump me with your juice”, Granny moaned breathlessly to my ear.
I came and came in wave upon wave of hot young semen. I couldn’t stop.
After I lay still for a minute, Granny held me tightly to her. I was still hard, I wanted to keep going. I looked into Granny’s eyes and kissed her as I started moving again, sloshing my dick through my own sperm deep inside my 75-year old grandmother.
“Yes, Bill yes.”
Now I pumped harder. Granny moved with me, I could tell she loved it. I sucked her tit. She grabbed my ass cheeks and guided my rhythm. She moved her hand up and down the crack of my ass, touching my anus. I loved it
“I love you Bill” she moaned.
“I love you Granny.”
Her moans came to a climax and her legs straightened out as she arched her back. I thought she’d never stop. The intensity of her passion drew me to a climax and I filled her again as we both came together.
We lay there afterwards, in bliss, listening to each other’s breathing and feeling the sweat and sperm and cunt juices. I felt myself grow soft inside but I didn’t want to be outside her. I had never felt so good.
“Oh Bill”, she said. “You’re the best ever.”
From then on we slept naked. When we met around the house we fondled each other whenever we had the chance. My favourite was to come up behind her when she was sitting down. I would slip my hands down the front of her chest, fill my hands her empty floppy tits, pinching her nipple gently. She would turn around and we would French kiss, she giving me her wet tongue and sucking on mine. Of course we had to be careful my aunt Mary didn’t find out, but the risk of being caught was very thrilling for us. At night I learned to take her in many positions, I loved her on top of me, with her enormous wrinkly bags dangling in my face. She would caress me with them, teasing my mouth until eventually letting me suck her.
We managed to procure some proper lubricant, and we played with that, rubbing her old cunt round and around for ages, getting her excited and swollen. Then she would open out for me and I would put my fingers into her body and play from the inside. But eventually she would always want me to mount her.
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One day I met Aunt Mary in the kitchen. “I know what you two are doing” she hissed. I stood staring at her, I hadn’t a clue what to say.
“Show it to me.”
“What”, I said. “You mean..” And I looked to my groin.
“Of course. What else? I want it now.” I slowly unbuttoned my trousers. I hadn’t even fantasized about her before. I didn’t think of her as a sexual person. But as I pulled out my dick I felt myself growing semi-hard. Mary ordered me close to her, she wanted to see it better.
“Oooh, its nice” she said. “Make it hard for me”.
I pumped myself and grew hard quickly. Mary put her hand down the front of her old-fashioned tweed skirt. I saw her grimace a little as she shoved clothing aside to get her fingers to her clitty. “Pump it harder for me Bill.” Through her skirt I could see her hand making short circular motions. We both stood in the kitchen wanking ourselves off and turning each other on.
“Wow, Mary, You’re really turning me on. I think I’m going to come soon. ”
“Oh, me too”, was all she could say as she leaned back against the counter top, her face growing red, her knees bending, her other hand caressing her nipples through her blouse.
“Oh god, Mary I’m coming”, I moaned.
“Aww” was all she could say, as the first wave of orgasm washed over her.
The sight of my fat old aunt like that was too much for me and I spurted right across the kitchen, onto the bread. She looked at me with her eyes wide open in wonder. “I want you inside me” she said, and I was still coming as she sat on the floor, pulling up her long skirt and rolling her great knickers and tights to her ankles.
“Now, Hurry” she ordered. I lay on her and she grabbed my cock putting it between her legs and into position. By this time I knew what to do, and I slowly sank into her. She was much tighter than Granny, and I was afraid of her. Fuck me fuck me fuck me, she shouted sternly in my ear. And I obliged. I fucked her hard. I slapped my body into her with all the strength I could muster. We were sliding up the kitchen floor and when we got near the wall she braced herself with her big strong arms.
“Come on”, she goaded me, “Harder. Fill me” I fucked for all I was worth. I fucked for god, for country, for men everywhere who want to fuck hard, I slammed into her with every ounce of strength I had. We were coming together. “Yes, yes” we both cried as her fanny’s pulsations sucked my young sperm deep into her body. Yes.
We both collapsed and could barely move. We looked at each other and kissed tenderly. My aunt Mary was not an affectionate aunt, but now she was. She caressed my ass delicately, running the tip of her fingernails from my anus down to the back of my scrotum and back again. “That’s my boy” she said.
We had to keep it a secret from my Granny. That wasn’t too hard, as she was a little bit deaf and slow on her feet. All the same, we couldn’t have full sex in the house. Sometimes, if we met in the kitchen, or the hallway, she would hike up her skirt and tell me to get on my knees and lick her. Usually she didn’t come doing that, but just made herself more excited. Or she would grab my balls and give me a deep French kiss. In this way we kept each other excited and turned on. I don’t know how she could stand the tension. I was ok, I was fucking Granny every night, but I just managed to get to Aunt Mary properly every few days or so.
We found an old mattress and arranged it out in her shed, in an awkward place where you had to scramble over old bits of coal and turf to get to. We knew Granny would never go there. We rigged it up well, with old blankets, and even found a gas heater to warm us up when the weather changed. After that, we managed it nearly every day, one way or another.
She was always the boss. She was more active and strong than Granny (even though she was nearly 60!) She always wanted to try different things, different positions. I learned a lot of things that I tried on Granny. She taught me how to lick her asshole, slowly and gently, and at the same time to wank her off by rubbing her clitoris. Then she showed me how to rub saliva round her asshole slowly, pressing a little bit deeper, adding more spit, until my finger went inside her. She loved my finger moving round in her, although she never asked me to fuck her up the ass, just finger. After her orgasm like this, she wanted me to lick my finger. I smelled it and said ‘phew, no way’. I think this annoyed her and hurt her feelings. She grabbed my hand and sucked it deep into her mouth. ‘There, you see. I love it’, she said triumphantly.
She wanted to know everything I did with Granny, and took great pleasure in hearing it. I learned I could easily turn her on by caressing her belly and thighs, and telling her about Granny’s huge nipples, about my Granny loving a slow gentle silent fuck. About how I licked Granny’s asshole and penetrated her with my finger just like Mary taught me. About how Granny loved to watch me walk around her room in my pyjamas, admiring my young body, and gently touching herself as I looked coyly at her.
This talk drove Mary wild, I completely teased her with it. After a while she would order me, beg me, to touch her fully, to enter her, and I would eventually empty myself into her hot body, 2 maybe 3 times, feeling her getting wetter and hotter all the time.
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I moved home again when the old man stopped drinking and the family situation calmed down. And that was it, no more sex with Granny and Aunt Mary. Over.
I didn’t really miss it. I had started secondary school and had loads going on. Of course I met them at family gatherings and so on, but there was no furtive eye contact or attempt to engineer one-on-one encounters in the toilet or anything like that. Looking back, it seems strange, but at the time it seemed totally natural. I didn’t live with them any longer, the context had changed and my affairs were over.
I was a smart kid, good in school. Pretty crap at sports but plenty of friends and a bit dorky and nerdy. I fell in with Deirdre, a clever gangly awkward girl my class. I say “fell in” because I didn’t ask her out or anything. We started off competing with each other as to which of us could complete maths proofs in the fewest steps. One day in the woods I kissed her. I felt very casual about the whole thing but I could feel her shallow breathing and almost sense her heart thumping while I barely had an erection. I felt her confusion and her guilt at the feelings she had, her catholic hatred towards her own body for responding as it did.
Me, I didn’t give a shit. Most guys don’t I suppose, compared with girls, but I have to thank Mary and Granny for freeing me at a young age. I knew Deirdre had to work this out for herself and I didn’t rush her in anyway. But I seduced her. I let her know how beautiful she was and how much I desired her. Being smart, she began to figure it out.
We talked about having sex together. The biggest challenge back then was getting condoms, and when we were sent to a maths convention in Dublin we looked up what were known as ‘family planning clinics’ and I snuck into one and bought a box of rubbers. We read the instructions together, Deirdre with her jaw almost to the floor in shock about how frank the descriptions were. Many years later she drunkenly confessed to me how wet that simple experience made her feel and she occasionally masturbated to the memory.
Then Granny died.
Just like that. There one day and gone the next. She went to bed and just didn’t wake up. A perfect death, really.
Deirdre and I had to postpone our plan. The funeral was a beautiful occasion, a celebration of a well loved woman who had lived a full and good life.
After the burial, the funeral party adjourned to a hotel, as was the custom. Returning from the toilets along a corridor, there was Aunt Mary. We paused and looked. “How are you Mary?” I said. “Ok Bill. Sad though. I’d love a hug.” We embraced. I could feel I was taller than her now. Her power over me had diminished. I was stronger and more mature and she had aged and faded. As I took her in my arms I felt a stirring down below. “Oh Bill this is wonderful” and she turned her lips towards me. Our mouths joined and it seemed the most natural thing in the world. She whispered into my ear “Ssh. Follow behind me. I have a room here. But we can’t take too long”
Our clothes came off straight away when we got there. But it was cold and we got under the sheets and resumed kissing. She stroked my arms and ran her sharp fingertips down my back. I touched her but she took my hand and licked my fingers. I knew she needed to be wet and I liked my hands to lubricate her. She responded with low moans. “Come Bill, come into me” and I adjusted my body to get the angle of penetration right. My cock was dripping with pre-cum which helped. Very slowly I found the narrow doorway and pushed, millimeter by millimeter. I felt her muscle open up for me, squeezing me as I sank slowly deeper into the wet void inside. Oh my god. I couldn’t stop myself from coming. It was too crazily intensely erotic. Thankfully I was 14 years old and I don’t think that one orgasm was going to soften me. I kept going, my own cum lending a sloppy ease to the movement. It was an easy, gentle, loving fuck, not the frantic banging of previous old times. Her hand came down to rub her own clit. Her orgasm built slowly and delicately. I kept a steady even rhythm, pulling her hair lightly and kissing her neck, and as her passion started to wane I came once more into her.
Exhausted and emotional, we both collapsed and lay in each others blissful arms.
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Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/azm0qq/granny_and_aunt_mary_mff_inc_oc
Really liked your story!! Very hot but it probably won’t stay up for long as you mentioned how old you were.
this is really well written, and I like the realness