Grandparents and grandchildren

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Grandmother and Granddaughter's Affair

Published on: exlhuang (IP recorded)
Date: April 9, 2005 3:52pm

Original Title: grandafair
Original Author: caesar
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That night, Grandma approached me…

Earlier, I had been caught twice. The first time, she was sitting on the sofa, and I first glanced under her skirt and then
moved my gaze to the neckline of her robe. The second time, she gave me an affectionate smile, which
surprised me greatly.

When I woke up, I saw a shadow enter the room, and then the door was gently closed. Then,
I smelled Grandma's unique perfume. When I saw short gray hair and a pair of large glasses, I
was certain that the shadow was Grandma.

As Grandma sat on the edge of the bed, I also sat up straight. She pulled the blanket down to my legs and gestured for
me to be quiet. Then, with nimble hands, she pulled down my pajama bottoms,
exposing .

When her hand encircled my penis, I felt weak all over and couldn't move.

All I could see was Grandma examining her hands. And her hands were gently stroking my tender
penis up and down. Because of the shock, my penis wouldn't stand up no matter what I did. Seeing this, Grandma leaned down and
whispered , "Grandma wants to make you happy, darling?"

Perhaps her words soothed me, or perhaps her next kiss made me relax. In any case
, my penis in her hand began to come alive.

Her kiss became intense, her lips covering mine, and her hand movements didn't slow down at all.

This was the most important moment of my life. Although I could always reach orgasm through masturbation before, this time
the pleasure was brought to me by someone else. I forgot how long this process lasted, a few seconds? A few tens of seconds?
In short, I'm sure it didn't exceed a minute.

The first batch of semen, ejaculation. My glans and my pajama bottoms were stained with semen. Waves of semen spurted out,
and Grandma's hands quickened.

Finally, it stopped, and I sat there, still stunned, staring blankly at Grandma. She took
some , cleaned my pajama bottoms, and wiped her own hands. After throwing the tissues in the trash, she pulled my
pajama bottoms up to my waist and pulled the blanket up to my chest. Finally, she gave me a simple kiss, like any grandma
's bedtime kiss for her grandson.

She whispered, "Darling, you'll keep this a secret between us,

won't you?" Who would believe me? I replied helplessly, "Yes, Grandma."

Smiling sweetly, she got up and left me, her footsteps silent as she walked out of my room.

*** *** *** ***

That night was just the beginning of our story. After that, every night was pleasant.

I remember when I was ten, my mother's parents moved in. And this became
the fuse . My grandparents had nowhere to go, and my mother said she had to take responsibility for them. And so, my parents
engaged in endless, unbearable arguments. Whether I overheard them intentionally or unintentionally, my adolescence was filled with the volatile tension
between my parents .

The night this story unfolded, I was an innocent thirteen-year-old. I felt a door open in my world,
a door to a brand new life. I think so.

Almost every night, my grandmother would leave her bed and my grandfather's, entering our private space—my
bedroom. Later, I gradually realized that my grandmother's services were just the first lesson, a preliminary introduction to
the world .

My youthful ignorance was fading; I was about to experience the pleasures of youth, about to
become . Yes, that's right, even if this woman was old enough to be a grandmother, so what?

From a young person's perspective, my grandmother was hardly associated with beauty. Her messy gray hair
contrasted sharply with the pubic hair beneath her, a testament to her age. She had a round, large bottom and a pair of
large, sagging breasts. Their looseness, combined with her relatively slender waist, gave her an hourglass figure. Her
legs weren't long, but they were thin, and her hips were as large as ever. She always wore a pair of ugly, round black-rimmed
glasses , which she rarely took off, even during our lovemaking.

Grandma isn't ugly! Don't defile her! In my eyes, she was the most adorable, the one who brought me endless
joy.

I truly experienced pleasure with her a thousand times over.

For someone as naive as me, I quickly learned that taboos were becoming fewer and fewer. Then came the handjob, followed by oral sex,
and then, while she gave me a blowjob, I could slip my hand under her nightgown or skirt. And then, as her head moved
up and down between my legs, she would let her breasts roam freely so my semen could be ejaculated onto her chest. After
a while , she started getting into my bed completely naked, letting me explore her body for hours, letting me taste and caress
every part of her body. We loved the 69 position, and there wasn't a single spot on her body that hadn't been touched by my semen
. Occasionally, I would have her give me a blowjob, and anal sex was also an indispensable part of our lovemaking.

During each encounter, Grandma would try her best to remain silent, but I could often still hear
her groans and screams as she buried her head in the pillow. Fortunately, my room was in the basement, so even if she occasionally made a mistake and screamed, I was
n't worried about being discovered. My penis explored her jungle again and again; she was so easily aroused, her
juices creating a river on her pussy and thighs.

She repeatedly said she loved me, that she needed me, needed my penis. She started uttering
unfamiliar words, such as penis, pussy, or fuck. She said I made every night of hers wonderful, that she felt she hadn't
lived in vain.

Grandpa was such a pig!

Time, action, or place, whatever he pleased. The dimly lit room was no longer enough for me, so we started moving
around . We'd been to deserted houses and even my mother's car. After I got a job, we started going to
hotels. Bright lights always made her shy, but she never refused if I wanted the lights on.

Physical maturity seemed to have made my mind sharper too. Soon, I became one of the top students in my class.
My parents were so proud of me; I seemed poised to become the first in the family to go to university. My grandmother often
put on a show to express her satisfaction.

Life seemed perfect, and I thought it would last forever.

I was such a fool.

*** *** *** ***

The person who carved the first hole in my happy life was my mother. Soon after my story with my grandmother began,
my mother would often watch me with cold eyes from a corner, without saying a word. I had no idea what she was thinking.
Years later, I discovered that she had known all along what my grandmother and I were doing in secret.

Why did I think she knew?

It wasn't just once or twice. Every morning while I was taking a shower, my mother would come into my bedroom to tidy
my messy bed. Then, she would peek into the bathroom and hand me my grandmother's glasses, which she rarely took off. "When
Grandma wakes up, you'd better give these back to her." My grandmother always slept in late, and I always thought I was the only
one who knew why. But my mother's actions shattered my illusions.

Needless to say, she must have found out.

My grandfather's death was the second thing to disrupt my life.

His death wasn't the cause; my grandmother's lack of grief was the problem. At fifteen, I wept at the funeral,
but my grandmother didn't. During the day, she wore a black dress. However, that night, she came to my bedroom
and showed off her black underwear and stockings underneath. That night, she was like a demon; my scrotum
was covered in her saliva. After the funeral, my mother began to hate her own mother, and after my father, my grandmother became
the second target of my mother's verbal arguments.

*** *** *** ***

Slowly, I became a man. Taller and stronger than my father, with a deep voice and an impressive penis.

My grandmother was very happy about my transformation and made no attempt to hide it. She told everyone I was her most beloved grandson
. She liked to hold my hand, and whenever she did, my sisters would shake their heads helplessly, while my mother would
give them a disgusted look.

If there was any extra money, my mother would definitely send my grandmother to a nursing home. But this extra expense had no
source .

After changing jobs a few times, I saved up a little money and bought a small car. Though small, it was my paradise. I loved
driving Grandma around the city, and she would give me handjobs or oral sex in the car. Sometimes we'd have a quickie in
the back seat .

This new battlefield made her incredibly happy. She told everyone she'd never been so happy in her life. Privately
, she'd tell me I still had my penis, and all the sensations I gave her were three
reasons for her happiness.

Those years were the peak of our sexual escapades, a time of constantly trying new things. We tried anal sex for the first time
and unexpectedly discovered it thrilled Grandma, so after that we did it at least once a week. Even
one Saturday morning, when everyone else was out, while I was showering, Grandma suddenly appeared, kneeling at my
feet and letting me urinate on her breasts and face—an incident I'll never forget. She also liked the feeling of being urinated on
, but unfortunately, we never had a second chance. Doing it outside the bathroom was just too dirty.

(You see how intimate Grandma and I were, right?) Will this life not last? Are you laughing at me
, laughing at my foolishness?

*** *** *** ***

Grandma died in her sleep, that night was particularly passionate, we cooked the rice with extra force.

I was depressed, and for the next few weeks I was like a defeated rooster. She was buried next to Grandpa's grave, I knew
this was not her wish.

My grades plummeted, I lost two jobs. Dad yelled at me to pull myself together, to him Grandma
was just an old woman, a financial burden. I yelled back, the first time in my life I argued with Dad. After that,
we argued constantly. My sisters began to distance themselves from me, and several friends disappeared.

My life was devoid of love, my dearest loved one was gone.

*** *** *** ***

Mom is the only one who might know why I'm so depressed. She probably knows my story with Grandma, from
beginning to end, but chooses to remain silent.

Days passed, and my final semester of high school ended in dismal grades. I received the notice to repeat the year,
but I didn't care. I just hid in the basement, lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling with teary eyes, reminiscing about the happy times I shared with
my grandmother .

Every moment she was near me was perfect; now my days seemed tasteless, indifferent.

As usual, I lay on my messy bed. Then, I saw my mother. She stood by the bed, making
her shirt slip down her shoulders. Beside my bed, my mother was naked.

My mother did the same thing my grandmother had done: she pulled down the blanket covering me, took off my sweatpants
, and found my penis. Like a dream, I watched as she gave me a blowjob, as she climbed on
top of me, as my penis slid into her body.

As her hips swayed slowly up and down, she placed her hands on my chest for balance, looking directly into my
eyes , a feeling resurfacing within me—the feeling that had gone with Grandma.

Mom didn't say anything, but I knew she sensed my resurrection; she felt my transformation through her body.

Her vagina, like Grandma's, was hot and wet; her juices were delicious. Our bodies collided, each
touch a symphony of lust.

I did nothing but watch her. Watching the excitement wash over her, I realized that my damned, depressing life
had been broken free by Mom. Mom moaned and cried out in pleasure; her eyes could no longer look at me, her legs
could no longer hold me tightly.

Her lips moved silently, and in the instant her eyes opened, I saw lust, love
, and surprise in them. Was she thinking of her mother now? Do you wonder how many
joyful ?

Mom must be in a state of ecstasy right now; her movements are just like Grandma's. Sweaty skin, mouth
agape, nipples erect on her proud breasts. The way she enthusiastically wiggles her hips, the way she
circles my thighs with her penis as the axis, is exactly the same as Grandma's.

My mother reached her climax on me, letting out a few loud cries and breathing heavily. She used her vagina like fingers to cope with
my still-erect penis. She trembled and moaned, her reactions to wave after wave of orgasms mirroring my grandmother's.

She seemed to be losing control of her body; her body convulsed a few times, then she suddenly collapsed
onto , burying her face in my neck.

I could hear her calling out, "Oh, God... Oh, God!" without stopping.

My hands no longer embraced her; instead, I grasped her shapely buttocks, which felt firmer and
rounder . She changed the subject of her call, saying, "Thank you, darling!"

The timing might have been wrong, but I still asked, "Mom? Why?"

She straightened her trembling body, looked at my face, and replied, "Don't you know why?"

I shook my head vigorously.

Mom smiled sweetly and said, "I need the kind of happiness you bring to Grandma!"

A certain meaning in those words pierced my heart like a knife, and I burst into tears…

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has a certain linguistic flavor; the author used emotion in writing! Well written. This is what they call life without end, sex continuing generation after generation.
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A good article, this is my second time reading it. The grandmother in the article is so great. Well written! It gives people a sense of realism and credibility, it can't be true, right? Very well written, it doesn't read like random writing, but rather like a stream-of-consciousness work, memories plus emotions. It's okay, but it lacks flavor. If it were longer and more detailed, it would be very good. Well written, but unfortunately not deep enough. If it were more detailed and in-depth, it would be even better. I've read many articles like this, but I've never seen such delicate psychological descriptions. The author writes very well, but a certain level of literary background is needed to understand it. Thank you, author.

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