(Author's note: this story is partly about the "girl cooking" fetish which to me is both hilarious and sexy but if it turns you off, this is your warning to stop here. Otherwise, I hope you like it.) Two weeks after my 18th birthday Daddy ran off with his secretary and I moved in with his parents, my Grandpa Abner and Grandma Lucy. Mom came right after...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This is a true story as told to me by my friend, Jeff. So, there I was, a guy in his late twenties, in love with an eighty year old woman, who was also his grandma. I thought things might have slowed down a bit for her, but she seemed to be as rampant as ever, in fact she couldn...
This is the eight part of the series and takes place after the last part. I suggest you read the previous parts to understand the people and how they got to this part of the story. ***** Karla and I walked into the dining holding hands. Anne, Bob, Mistress Emma, and Hans were sitting at a table and they waved us over to join them. Karla and I were naked. W...
This is another true story in a series of stories as relayed to me by my friend Jeff. *********** I continued to visit my grandma on a regular basis, sometimes once, sometimes twice a week and even with age, her sexual appetite never diminished. She could hardly wait for my visits. If I didn't visit, she told me that she masturbated and enjoyed our mutua...
This sixth part of the series follows from where the last part ended. I suggest you read the previous parts to understand the people and how they got to this part of the story. ***** My first thought when I awoke on my second day at the BDSM resort was that I was so looking forward to the day ahead. It is not often that I awoke looking really forward to a...
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....
Part Two: (There's a whore, an ex-wife, and a farmer each with their own demons.) I was up early the next morning. I slipped into the master bedroom and saw Caprice was still asleep; probably the Nyquil. I walked over and tapped her shoulder, "Hey sleepy head." She rolled over and gave me a lazy look, "Oh, you." I smiled as I unfastened the locks that he...
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...
The years passed, surprisingly slowly. Grandma did slow down a bit and was really beginning to look and feel her age, now in her mid 80's., however, when we were together, sex was just as interesting as it had always been. She was still quite agile, no arthritis or rheumatism, or any of the other usual older people's ailments. She still had her weak bladde...
Grandma Vicki loved visiting her grandma. Her grandma had lived a full and adventurous life, even been a whore, selling herself on the street, until she learned to make a lot more money, less dangerously, by being a high class escort. She no longer sold herself routinely, being wealthy now, but, when she remembered some of people she fucked, who made love t...