Yes, we all love our grandmas. Yes we all love spending time with her. They tend to be a nicer, older version of our mom. So was mine too. And due the fact that mom and dad were working full time, grandma had to look after me. And she loved doing it. She loved having someone else around. Because her husband, my grandfather has already passed away. Years ago.
Reason for it, grandma married a wealthy older man. She hooded up with a 60 year old when she was 20. She spent two decades with her husband until he died of a heart attack. While he ate lunch with his wife. It broke my grandmas heart. She really loved her old man. But well, soon after she had me to take care off. And taking care off, was her thing to do. She was practically raising me. While my parents were earning a shitload of cash.
After I was grown up, grandma and I stayed close. We became friends. Told each other everything.
And it was around that time, when I began seeing her with different eyes. I began to notice her as the woman she was: An awesome figure – she loved doing sports, to keep herself in shape -, a beautiful face and some capturing eyes. I was falling for her. Or lusting for her. But I didn’t act on it. She was my grandma. Around 60 years old. And I was close to 20. Stuff like that only works out, or happens in porn. Or at least I was thinking that back then.
I was chasing girls like a maniac in my late teens, trying to get them in my bed or someplace else. Just to fuck them. And I fucked a lot of them. And on occasion, I fell pretty damn hard for some of them. And got my heart broken as a thank you for doing so. And always when that happened, I went over to my grandma, to poor out my heart, to tell her what happened. And she always listened. Always knew the right things to say.
But that evening, it was different. She was in a different mood. She was sad. Really sad. And so I asked her, what had happened. And she told me, that her year long boyfriend just had left her. Left her for some younger girl. And that it broke her heart. And that it gave her the shitty feeling of not being attractive enough anymore. I cheered her up. Told her that she still was a hottie. That I would hit on her, if she wasn’t my grandma. And it worked, it cheered her up. She told me, that it sucked, that not more men were like I was.
After cheering her up, it was her time to cheer me up. I told her about my last adventure, and who it went wrong. Who she managed to tear my beating heart out of my breast. I think I even shed a tear of so. She just took me in her arms. Pressed her body against mine. Told me that it wasn’t my fault. Told me that girls in my age just didn’t knew what they had in me. And gave me a kiss on my forehead. Nothing out of the usual. She did that a tons of times before. But this time, I don’t know why, my dick got hard. That fucker turned rock hard within a second.
Grandma noticed it. My dick pressed himself against her body. I began to apologize. But she just put up a smile. And began to calm my me down: “It is okay. Nothings wrong with it. And I am glad that some young man still pops hard wood when he is close to me.”
I turned red. I couldn’t believe my ears. And I had no clue how to react. So I just kept sitting there. My grandma still close to me. One of her hand going through my hair, the other one wandering south, while whispering in my ear: “I know that you check me out. I love it, when you do that.”
I couldn’t deny it. But there was a voice in my brain saying that she is my grandma. And you don’t fuck your own grandma. But somehow it was nothing but a big turn on for me. So I said her to keep on going.
And she kept on going. With one hand she opened my pants. Took out my balls and my cock. And jerked me off, squeezed my balls while kissing me long and passionate. Grandma was on fire, so to say. And in control. She brought me close to an orgasm, but didn’t let me jump over the edge. She even whispered in my ear: “Not now.”
A minute later her hairy, tasty cunt was sitting on my face. And my tongue was deep inside her. She was playing with her hard nipple while I was captured between her beautiful legs. She moaned a lot. She definitely had a good time up there. And so had I beneath her. And yes, it happened. She had an orgasm. Her whole body trembled while it happened.
After her first orgasm we changed position. She wanted me to fuck her doggy style. And the good grandson I was, I did as ordered. Horny as I was, I went in full speed ahead. But she slowed me down. Made me fuck her slow, hard and deep. And I did. It even felt better for. Grandmas just know things. But I didn’t made it to the goal. At one point I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I just had to unload my balls into her. And so I did. I cream pied my grandma.
After I was done, post nut clarity set in: “What have I done? I just fucked my own grandma.”
I must have been thinking out loud. Because grandma began to calm me down. Told me that it can happen. Told me that it was okay. That our hormones took over. That it was a one off thing. And that she would tell no one about it. I agreed on keeping it a secret. And I agreed on being it a one off mistake. Yes, a one off mistake. That got repeated countless times.
*And yes, as always with my writing, nothing but fiction.*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qw1bwi/my_lonely_grandma_mf