I admit it. I once was in love with my grandma. Or better said, hard for her. It was quite some years ago. I was barely out of school, she around sixty. And a widow for the better part of a decade. And yes, she liked it hard. And yes, there was a certain period in our lives when we fucked each other like some animals. At every possibility. For a while. No, we are not together any more. But what happened is still our little dirty secret.
Back to that point in time were it all began. I was a fresh high school drop out. On the hunt for job. Something with a perspective. With the chance of building up a career. But in the area I lived in, nothing. Just minimum wage jobs. So I had to look elsewhere. Everywhere. And I found something. An office job. In a really big and well established company. Far away from home. So I needed some accommodation.
But the payday wasn’t that great. So renting my own place was not doable. For the moment. Luckily my grandma was living near my future workplace. Alone, in a big empty house. Grandpa was already gone for good. Her offspring, my mom is one of them, already out of the house. So plenty of empty room for me to occupy.
My mom had the idea. She talked to her mother. At first she said no. Not doable. When mom asked for the reasons, grandma gave no answers. So she nailed her down. So after the hard negotiation finished, I had a new place to live in. A few days latter I moved in my grandmas house. The house my mom and all her siblings grew up. The house I previously spend some weekends in. With my siblings. When mom and dad needed some time on their own.
But now I was there to stay. At least for as long until I earned enough to get my own place. So grandma and I had to come together. Organize our daily living. So we split some duties. Set up some basic rules. And had dinner together. Quite often in the beginning. Not so often after a while. We arranged ourselves with each other. Lived our own lives. We both had to go to work, we both had our own friends. We just met for some occasional chit chat.
Until that Friday night. That day that kicked of a series of events that changed my life. For the better or the worse, who cares. I was out drinking. Why, because not date was to be found. So some friends and I mad a round through the bars in the medium sized town I lived in. Around midnight we entered a bar I never visited before. A pretty crowded place. Lots of women. Mostly older women. In their forties, fifties and above. And there she was.
My own grandma. Sitting on the counter. In a very open hearted skin tight dress. A drink in her hand, flirting with a guy in about my age. Not older than twenty five. She really hit on him. My head got hot. And turned red. I was my first time seeing my grandma dressed up like that. Normally, at family gatherings, the last few weeks at home she wore clothes more suited to her age. More buttoned up stuff. Luckily she didn’t see me. So I decided to leave. Call it a day. I went back home. Alone. Again.
In my room, I did the usual. I turned on my PC. Entered the internet. And watched some nice porn flicks. Sound coming out of my speakers. Granny was somewhere else, so no need to be careful. Due the amount of alcohol in my blood it took me a while to finish off. It was a hard fight. But in the end a load shot out of my dick. I cleaned myself up, turned off the PC and went to bed. But the fucking noises went on. Someone was humping on my granny. The both made a hell a lot of noise. I caught myself fantasizing about sneaking over. Watching them. But, just no. You don’t do that with your grandma. So I put in some earplugs and fell asleep.
The next morning I went up relatively early. Survived the morning bathroom routine and went down to the kitchen. Fixed me some breakfast. And grabbed the newspaper. While I sat in the kitchen, reading, a young guy stole himself away. He clearly had no intention of coming back after on night with my granny. My own granny. Fucking young guys. Gross.
Some time later grandma entered the kitchen. Only wearing her a bathrobe. A really short one. Offering me a perfect view of her well proportioned, thick legs. She had a very relaxed expression on her face. She said no word, just smiled at me. Fixed herself some breakfast and took a seat on the counter next to me. After some time she began a conversation. Just some small talk. In the end she changed the topic. Talked about what happened last night. And stated a new rule: “What happens in this house, stays in this house.”
I nodded. I complied. Understood the fact that granny doesn’t wand anyone knowing something about her love life. Her interest in young guy, or better said: Older boys. After the conversation was over I left the room. I went to hang out with some friends. And yes, young and stupid as we were, we got drunk again. Piss drunk. Blackout drunk. I can’t remember the better part of the evening. No clue how I made it back home. But one memory is clear in my mind. As if it happened yesterday.
After opening the house door. Fucking noises. Again. This time, out of the living room. And I had to get through there. To get to the staircase that led up to the first floor. So I got closer. Carefully. And there she was. My granny. Getting fucked doggy stile by a guy my age. On the sofa. In the middle of the living room. Both totally lost in the act. My eyes nearly popped out. And I admit it, my dick got hard really hard.
Watching my own granny getting fucked gave me a fucking erection. It was wrong terrible wrong. But it was hot. He fucked her slow, hard and deep. After every thrust her big saggy tits bounced forth and back. A wobbling wave drove through her big soft as. I was amazed. For a few moments. Then my mind kicked in. I quickly and carefully passed by the two. Not noticing that granny took notice of me. Even sent a smile in my direction.
Back in my room I had to do something against that raging hard boner in my panties. That bastard. Got hard on my granny. So I turned on my PC. Put on some porn. Tried to blast out a load. But the alcohol in my bloodstream made a really hard task out of it. Finishing was nearly impossible. Until my perverted mind kicked in: In my mind I took the place of the young guy downstairs. I was fucking granny. I drove my hard dick in her hairy wet cunt. And it worked. An orgasm built up. After being done, a sense of guilt filled my drunk brain. Luckily I passed out a few moments later.
The next day I basically spent in bed. Nursing my hangover. Just watching TV. With some occasional jerk off breaks. A perfectly normal Sunday. In the late afternoon I dragged my ass under a shower. No sign of my grandma. But I meet her. On the way back to my room. She was wearing next to nothing. She looked like she just came to herself. After a long weekend filled by some young guys dicks. The exhaustion stood in her face. But she gave off a very satisfied vibe. And needless to say, while passing by her, I couldn’t keep my eyes of her. I even, I happened unwillingly, turned around and took a long look at her ass walking towards the bathroom. And I my dick got hard again. In my room, jerk off time. This time, granny only. And I came hard. Despite the fact I was jerking of for the better part of the day big nasty load shot out of my dick. The guilty conscience afterwards was already a bit less annoying than in the night before. Gradually I got used to the thought of fucking my granny.
Within the next weeks my view on my granny changed. She gradually moved from being my grandma to being a women I was hard for. Being the object of my sexual desire. But I had no clue how to hit on her. But then I had the grand idea: I began lurking around at that one bar I once saw her. I checked in there every Friday. Not for the whole evening, just for one drink. And then one day, she was there. Granny was sitting at the bar. Alone. Dressed up to impress. She looked hot as hell.
My knees began to tremble. But I approached her. Took the empty seat next to her. Offered her a drink. And we began a conversation. She joined in. Played the game with me. We pretended to be strangers. Flirted with each other. Pored down some more drinks. Until we were hammered. The alcohol killed off our restrains. Killed of our conscience. So we got closer. Touched each other. Kissed for the first time. No, not the grandma kisses her grandson way. Then we went back home.
We barely made it from the cab to the house. After the door was closed, clothes flew away in several directions. I was naked within seconds. She stood in front of me wearing some very hot lingerie. My already hard dick grew a little big bigger. We looked each other in the eyes. Began to kiss each other. Long and passionate. My hands touching every part of her hot curvy body. We went over into the living room. Still in each others arms we fell on the sofa. Still kissing. She later told me that it was the kink that turned her on. Doing something that is totally wrong made her incredibly hot. And I told her, that it was the same with me.
But back to the action. We went down on each other in the living room. At first she jerked me off for a while. I took off her bra. Played with her big tits. Sucked her big hard nipples. Then she bowed over. She wrapped her lips around my cock. She knew her job. Years of experience. She gave the best blow jobs. Until now. When I was close by, I pushed her away. Gently. No, not no. Keep my juices inside me. It had to go on longer.
So I made my way down. Between my legs. I started by sucking her tits. Then I kissed her big, saggy but beautiful belly. After that, I pulled down her panties, opened up her legs. Her hairy cunt lying in front of me. But I went in there slowly. Kissed the inside of her tights first. Worked my way towards her pussy. Tasted her for the first time. My tongue on her big clit. Got addicted to her juices. Playing with her clitoris. Heading in deeper. Stick my tongue as deep in her cunt as I could. She liked it. Moaned a little. Drove her fingers through my hair. Told me to keep on going. And I did.
It was time for finger action. One, two, three and in the end four of my fingers deep inside my grandmas cunt. She told me what a good boy I was. Then the real action happened. I drove my rock hard dick deep inside her. Gently at first. But already balls deep. Faster and harder with time. At first we did missionary, after that I fucked her doggy stile. My hands constantly on her big soft ass. Her surprisingly still very tight pussy wrapped around my cock. And then it happened. Out of nowhere I nutted out a load. She had a little orgasm too. Hers got better with time.
After I was done, I pulled out. And we went upstairs. Without cleaning ourselves up. Our clothes still lied around in the next morning. But how cares. Only two people lived in the house. It was the first time of me sleeping in the same bed with my granny. A grandmother and her grandson cuddled together under one blanket. Like lovers. Or maybe just a pair of kinky perverts. Ready to fuck each others brains out. But at first, some sleep. But the morning after, that is a different tale to tell.
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