AT GRANDMA'S I had never thought about my grandparents having sex, though obviously they do. I was visiting with my twin brother Jack, and Grandma asked if we wanted to use their sex room, so we said OK. What a surprise! It was so retro! Almost everything was manual! And so limited! Even the ejaculator only had basic spunk - they didn't even have chocolate...
Kris and I have been together now for ten years. She was widowed in her mid- fifties, having lost a husband who had been twenty years her senior. We consequently met and fell in love. This was a substantial change for her since I am seven years younger than she is. I am fifty-nine, she is sixty-six. Kris is both attractive and shapely. She is not one of tho...
I don't remember exactly when I met Molly. I had stopped off for the night in Des Moines on a long coast-to-coast haul It was a long night, with lots of drinks, and the earliest I can remember we were chatting like old friends. She was one of those girls with no barriers: everything she thought came straight through her mouth, and she had kind of a dirty min...
Twenty years later Janette located her favorite ink pen and name tag from the shelf in her grandmother's living room before grabbing her purse. "Grandma, I'm heading to work now. Do you need anything before I go?" She had been staying with her grandma the past three weeks, helping her recover from an injury she had obtained during a freak ice storm. "No,...
"Tell you're son how you did this to yourself." Mum said angrily. Jim's Dad was lying on the couch with his foot up. He looked very sheepish and couldn't meet Jim's eye. His foot was swathed in plaster. He was still wearing his office shirt, but only boxer shorts on the bottom. These were unbuttoned. Tiffany was naked and crouching next to the couch, her he...
I had finished college. And now working under Wendy and her daughter Stephanie was a dream come true. Working five days a week and then getting some from grandma. What more could i ask for? I started to look forward to the days ahead like an adventure. A dominant grandma who was beginning to understand my nature as a foot fetishist and I got to make dres...
(A story by Bros. Grimm, slightly altered by Gatorman) I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red Riding-hood, when you were a little boy or girl yourself. Only remember: THAT story was translated to English from the German story compiled by the Brothers Grimm, along with a LOT of other similar German "Fairy Tales." When they compiled t...
All was quiet when she got to grandma's house—unnaturally quiet; the birds weren't chirping, the wind wasn't blowing...nothing was stirring. The world seemed to have stopped. She knocked on the door. "Who's there?" came a deep, raspy voice, one that Red barely recognized. She suddenly felt guilty at the fact that it had been too long since her last visit....
Stories in this contest can be based around any winter holiday, or even just end-of-the-year festive nostalgia and atmosphere. This story could be in any of a number of categories. As the sun sets in the west, this is a love story, so I chose this category. Fair warning. My proofreader, always bubbly and cheerful, simply replied 'Damn you, I cried!' Pleas...
This is another true story as relayed to me by my friend Jeff. ****** Grandma had asked me to stop overnight. Whenever she asked me to stay, I knew she felt more sexual than usual. I've never forgotten any of my experiences with her; they were all so special, but this account is just one of many more that we had. She'd always been highly sexed and enjoy...