I never knew my grandfather. For as long as I’d known grandma she was always single. But she talked as though she was seldom alone.
As I got older I learned from mom that grandma had men in and out of her life all the time. There were times we went over to see her, only to discover she had a new man in the house. And on more than one occasion we must have caught her by surprise because she would come out of her bedroom looking as though she’d dressed in a hurry to greet us. She always smelled kind of funny whenever we caught her like that.
I don’t know how old I was when I finally figured out grandma was a whore. That’s when it occurred to me all those men in her life were fucking her. It always made me stiff whenever I imagined grandma getting someone’s prick up her cunt. And whenever she came out of her bedroom to greet us while smelling of sex I couldn’t help getting a hard-on.
She always did seem to favor me. As I got older she liked having me over. She always talked about how handsome I was and how I was going to be a lady-killer when I became a man.
Mom didn’t like it when I went over to see her by myself. Maybe that’s because Grandma started kissing me on the lips as a greeting whenever I stopped by. And she always welcomed me with open arms and a big hug, pressing up against my crotch until I got an erection.
I’m not sure when it settled in my brain that grandma was coming on to me. She always wore these outfits that showed off a lot of cleavage. And she wore short skirts that didn’t cover very much. She always liked to bend over and let me either look down her blouse at her boobs or get a great view up her skirt from behind.
I don’t know how many times I developed an erection whenever I was in her presence. She never mentioned it, but I know she had to have known about them. It was hard to hide how aroused I was whenever I was around her.
It didn’t take long before I started having fantasies of grandma bending over and sucking my cock. Then the fantasies morphed into her inviting me into her bedroom so I could fuck her. I don’t know how many times I rushed home and masturbated after a visit, wishing she would have pulled me onto her bed and had her way with me.
Each visit became harder for me. She was always flirting mercilessly. And she would look at my crotch and smile whenever she saw she was having an effect on me. I knew it was only a matter of time before we gave in to our mutual lusts.
One afternoon she invited me over. She said her closet door was sticking and asked if I could fix it for her. But in my fevered imagination she was asking me to come over so she could finally experience her grandson’s cock.
I was so hard and horny when I went over. In my mind I knew she wanted me. She was just waiting for the right moment is all. And the moment had finally arrived.
I’d heard she was between men and that she probably needed a good fuck. By then I was full grown with a fully functioning cock. Naturally I figured the closet door was just a ruse. Surely this was the day our fantasies were about to come true because she needed me to satisfy her sexual urges.
I was already hard when I got there. She gave me a long kiss on the lips as she ground into my bulge like she always did. Then she thanked me for coming over, saying she’d been having problems with the closet door lately and that it would be no match for a strapping young man like me.
My heart skipped a beat when I followed her back into her bedroom – the holy of holies. That’s when I knew I was right. This was the day I was finally going to get to fuck grandma.
When we got inside I had to pause and look around just to take it all in. I saw a couple of sex toys on a wrinkled black beanbag. She must have been especially horny if she needed them to get herself off. That’s when I decided I was going to give her a good, hard fuck, satisfying her sexual urges while making both our dreams come true.
She blushed when she saw me looking at her toys. “Over here, honey” and she pulled me over to the closet. Then she tried to open the door while telling me, “See how it sticks, honey?”
I wasn’t buying it for a second. So I said, “I know why you invited me over here, grandma.”
She smiled as she told me she knew I would be able to fix her door. I smiled back as I told her, “But that’s not the real reason you invited me over; am I right?”
She got this confused look on her face. I straightened her out by pulling her to me and kissing her hard, humping her crotch with my hard-on. When she didn’t resist I reached behind her back and grabbed her ass, humping her even more.
She suddenly tried to pull away, pushing into my chest as her face went red. “Oh honey; you’re so sweet. If you weren’t my daughter’s child I wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest. But really; I just need you to fix the door.” I still wasn’t buying it.
“You want me, grandma; I know you want me. It’s obvious the way you come on to me every time I’m over here.” Then I tried to kiss her again.
“Oh honey,” she laughed nervously, trying to push me away. “I’m so very flattered. But I was just… all I was doing was flirting with you. It really fed my ego to see what kind of effect I was having on you. But I didn’t… I mean… I wasn’t trying to…”
“You want me, grandma; don’t try to deny it.” That’s when I started working the buttons to her blouse, the top three already undone as her cleavage drove me wild.
“Oh honey; I’m too old for you. Don’t you want to fuck girls your own age?” Now she was playing hard to get as she tried to hamper my efforts to get her blouse off.
“But I want you, grandma. We both want each other, don’t you see? Don’t you know how many times I’ve stroked myself imagining this very moment? Surely you know that, right?”
“Honey, really… this isn’t right… Jeremy – STOP!”
It was the first time she’d ever used my first name. But I knew the real reason why. It was because we were lovers now.
I got her blouse off, only to discover how much she truly wanted me. She was perspiring heavily, her nipples incredibly hard beneath that lacy black bra she was wearing. I knew she’d worn it just to please me, and from the looks of things she was every bit as horny as I was.
“Jeremy – STOP! What the hell are you doing??”
“I know how much you want me, grandma. I want you too. I want you so bad.” My cock was so fucking hard, my heart racing with unbridled excitement.
“Damnit, Jeremy; I don’t want to fuck you!”
I froze in surprise. Then I smiled at her. “There’s no need to play hard to get anymore, grandma. I know we both want it.” That’s when she yelled at me…
“JEREMY, YOU SONOFABITCTH! I DON’T WANT TO FUCK YOU; I NEVER WANTED TO FUCK YOU; AND I’M NEVER GOING TO FUCK YOU! I WAS JUST PLAYING WITH YOU, DAMNIT! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!”
I stood there stunned, her lacy bra in my hand. Her exposed tits heaved as she panted for breath, her nipples fully erect as sweat glistened off her gorgeous chest. She was clearly excited… and yet she’d just said she didn’t want me??
“You BITCH! You fucking WHORE!”
In anger I wrapped her bra around her neck. Then I pulled on the ends. She clawed at my arms, rasping and gurgling as she tried to stop me.
I was furious, all the while my cock still hard and throbbing. “You tease me like that and then you say you don’t want me?? You fucking WHORE!” Then I really pulled on the ends to her bra.
She gawked and gurgled as I forced her downward. She tried to pry my hands away but I was too strong… too infuriated. Then her legs flew out from underneath her as I pushed her down onto that black beanbag.
She rasped and choked as I pulled hard. I was shocked, unable to believe my ears. How could she act like she wanted me, only to turn around and deny her own true feelings??
Her face went red as her eyes began to roll. Her tongue started to protrude as her kicks lessened. Then she didn’t fight me anymore as I pushed her hard against the black beanbag, her dildos strategically placed all around her head.
I finally stopped strangling her as I pulled the bra away from her neck. A red mark appeared where the bra had choked off her breath. But the look on her face indicated she just couldn’t deny her true feelings for me anymore.
I quickly whipped out my cock and started stroking. It didn’t take long. A minute later I leaned close and cried out with satisfaction as I splattered grandma’s face with my cream.
I stood there panting heavily for breath, seeing how sexy my grandma looked with her tits exposed and her nipples erect. Her mouth gaped open so invitingly. I didn’t understand why until I heard her voice whisper in my ear, “I want to suck your cock, Jeremy.”
I let out a cry of happiness, thrilled my grandma had finally come to her senses. I pushed my cock into her mouth and fucked it long and hard. Then I heard her voice whisper, “Now I want you to fuck me, Jeremy.”
I pulled out, lifted up her short skirt and looked down at her crotch. Her sexy black panties were soaked; obviously she wanted me bad. My heart was beating fast as I pulled them down off her legs.
I penetrated her wet, willing cunt. She was nice and warm, just the way I imagined it. I looked at her face as her eyes rolled up into her head with pleasure. Then I heard her whisper “Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck me like a lover!”
It didn’t take long before I was hard again inside her. So I gave it to her really, really good. Her body rocked until I heard her moan as she whispered, “Yes, Jeremy; yes! Fuck me good and hard, baby!”
She came as I fucked her. I know she came; I could tell because it felt like she was clenching. We were lovers because she’d wanted my cock for such a long time. She couldn’t help cumming now that her lover was giving her the fucking a whore like her deserved.
I couldn’t help pulling out of her cunt. I wanted to coat her face again. Her eyes were rolled up with pleasure, her mouth gaping open as though she wanted my load. So I spurted all over her face and tits.
It was glorious. We fucked like that for a couple of hours until I was spent. Then I heard her whisper, “Now go home, Jeremy. Go home and tell everyone we’re lovers. Go tell the whole world.”
“Ok, grandma.” Then I quickly got dressed.
When I looked at her for the last time she was still lying on the beanbag. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her mouth gaping open as though she couldn’t get enough of my cum between her lips. It made me start to get hard again. But I had to go home like she’d told me.
When I got home mom was waiting for me. She looked pretty angry. But I was about to fix that once and for all with some good news.
“Jeremy, where the hell have you been?”
“I just got back from seeing grandma. We’re lovers now, mom; don’t you see?” In response she slapped my face hard before sending me to my room. Needless to say it was not the response I was expecting.
She called up grandma, but there was no answer. So she drove over to give her a piece of her mind. She sure was gone a long time.
When she came back she told me one of grandma’s lovers must have gone over, strangled her to death and then sexually abused her corpse. She said the cops were there investigating her murder. It left me devastated when I realized grandma and I couldn’t be lovers anymore.
2018 (written for Restrangle Sep 27 ’18 by riwa)
(Inspired by a picture in his album I included.)