I never expected my grandma to be the one who’d fuck me senseless, but that’s exactly what happened last summer. I was 22, back from college, staying at her place while I figured shit out. She was 68, still thick in the hips and tits, with silver hair and a mouth that could suck a cock dry.
One night after too much wine, she caught me jerking off in the guest room. Instead of yelling, she walked in, locked the door, and said, “Let me help you with that, baby.”
She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet, yanked my shorts down, and wrapped her wrinkled but warm hand around my dick. “Been watching you grow up,” she muttered, licking the head slow and wet. “Now you’re a man, and grandma wants a taste.” Her tongue was hot and insistent, sliding up and down my shaft before she took me deep, gagging but not stopping. Spit ran down her chin as she bobbed, eyes locked on mine like she’d been waiting years for this.
I pulled her up, bent her over the bed, and hiked up that floral nightgown. No panties. Her ass was soft and pale, pussy already glistening. “Fuck your grandma,” she growled, pushing back against me. I slammed in raw, her tight old cunt gripping me like a vice. She moaned loud, “Yes, fuck me harder, you dirty boy. Fill grandma’s pussy.” Every thrust made her tits swing and her voice crack with filthy talk. “I raised you, now I’m taking this cock. Cum in me.”
We didn’t stop there. She rode me next, grinding her clit on my pelvis, juices dripping down my balls. Then she had me on my back while she sat on my face, smothering me with her wet slit and telling me to eat her like a good grandson. I licked and sucked until she shook and squirted on my tongue. After that she flipped around, sixty-nine style, sucking me again while I tongue-fucked her ass.
By the third round she was on all fours, begging for it in her ass. I worked my cock into her tight hole slow at first, then pounded while she fingered her pussy and came screaming my name. “Grandma’s your slut now,” she panted. We fucked until sunrise, switching positions, her teaching me every nasty trick she knew. When I finally unloaded deep in her pussy again, she held me there, whispering how this was our secret and we’d do it every visit.
After that night, every time I came home it was the same: raw, no-condom, grandma-incest sex that left us both wrecked and satisfied. She’d text me dirty pics of her spreading, and I’d show up ready to pound her like she wanted. No guilt, just pure filthy family fucking that we both craved.
