Black Mailed Grandmother by Sam Jason

My Grandmother (

Original Author: Sam Jason
; Translator: Ivansex;
Word Count: 5,000

) (Part 1)

I deeply hate my mother. She is domineering, cruel, self-righteous, and insatiable, but she
has a great figure. Since my father died, all she cares about is the business she took over, and she only knows how to
make money . To her, I am just a big distraction. So she always
dumps almost all the housework on me, and when I do something wrong, I am always mercilessly ridiculed by my mother.

On the first day of summer vacation, she said to me coldly as usual, "Your grandfather is away attending a World War II veterans
' gathering, and your grandmother needs someone to help clean the attic."

"But, Mom..." I had just begun to say something aggrieved when her slap landed on my face
. She yelled at me, "I don't want to hear any complaints!"

I really didn't want to go to my grandmother's place. That 65-year-old old relic was even more despicable and
perverted than my mother, and everyone could see that. Helpless, I still packed my bags and boarded the train back home.

Grandma picked me up at the station. There was no family greeting or joyful farewell; all I got was, "Take your luggage
and get on the train. There's a lot to do." Damn it! God knows
how much more .

Grandma is five feet eight inches tall, weighs about 140 pounds, has dark skin, short, flat hair, and quite a few
wrinkles , but overall she's still quite pretty. However, as I said before, she always gives off a cold vibe.
She was wearing shorts, her thigh muscles were very defined, and her two large breasts stood out prominently under her loose top—
a firmness that couldn't be concealed. But time takes its toll; compared to Mom's, Grandma's breasts were
noticeably sagging. As Grandma walked back and forth, her breasts jiggled with each movement, always drawing
my attention. Of course, I'd only do this when she wasn't looking
. "Are you ready? We're about to hit the road." Another annoying urging. By then, I'd already loaded the car
, and the drive home was incredibly tedious.

Back at Grandma's house, after settling everything in, she told me to make myself something to eat. Nothing happened that night.

The next morning, her first words to me were: "Ali, you have to do some things now that you're here.
Don't make any excuses to shirk your responsibilities! Go up to the attic now and move all the boxes to the side of the road. They're
all trash; someone will clean them up."

I had no choice but to climb up to the attic, going back and forth countless times. When I felt
utterly and was about to rest, I accidentally bumped into and broke a panel in the attic wall. I was terrified, feeling like
I'd committed a terrible crime.

Suddenly, I noticed a corner of an envelope peeking out from behind the wall panel; someone had clearly hidden it there. Carefully
lifting it, I discovered it was a letter from 20 years ago, a letter my grandmother had written to the local official at the time.
The letter was handwritten by my grandmother, vividly recounting an affair between the two of them,
a secret they had both kept from their families. Inside the envelope was a note from the former official, expressing his
desire to end the relationship and his guilt for his cowardice.

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly popped into my head: I will
earn , hmph! My grandmother.

Carefully concealing the loose wall panel, I finally cleared out all the boxes; by then, most
of the morning had passed. As soon as I came downstairs, I heard Grandma say to me again, "Why did you take so long? You even have
to clean the attic."

"But Grandma, you'd better come to my room first. I have something to show you." After saying that, I
turned and walked towards my room.

"I don't have time to play with your nonsense," Grandma muttered.

At this moment, I started reading her letter aloud, and I immediately saw Grandma rush into the room, her eyes
wide open: "Where did you get this? You little rascal!" Her voice wasn't loud, but you could tell she was
angry and a little scared.

"You know where I got it, don't you?" I was still a little guilty; my confidence wasn't
strong enough.

"Give me back that letter right now!" Her tone was unusually sharp.

"Oh, I will, but you have to do me a small favor first." At this moment, I saw her lunge at me
to snatch the letter. I easily bypassed her, ran to the door, and threatened, "I'm going to go to church and announce this
letter right now. What will happen then? Think about it!"

Her gaze seemed to devour me, yet her face was filled with terror. As I made to rush out,
"No! No! Please don't!" She admitted defeat, shrugged, and asked, "What do you want?"

I went back into the room, pointed to a passage in the letter, and said, "I want to hear you read this aloud, but
I don't want to hear that person's name. Use my name, 'Ali,' or 'My dear
grandson .'"

"No way! You filthy little thing!" she screamed again.

"Then prepare to face Grandpa, and everyone in town will see this letter."

(I realized she had completely given up; I knew she would do as I said.

) "Will you give the letter back to me?"

"Of course, if you behave well."

"Which passage do you want me to read?" she asked softly. I pointed it out to her, and she began to read. When she read my
name, her face turned bright red with embarrassment.

"Ali, I really can't read this anymore, especially with your name..."

"You'd better keep going, hurry up!" I yelled at her.

"Oh, Ali, I can't forget the feeling of your thing in my mouth, licking your
thing , feeling your long, hard cock scraping against my lips. My dear grandson, I couldn't
resist the excitement... finally being able to make you cum in my mouth... Ali, tasting your semen
is the most exciting thing in my life."

She finished reading, and I handed the letter back to her. She clutched the letter, immediately took a few steps back to the door: "No one else..."
"I believed you! You didn't have the letter! You bastard!"

She stormed downstairs, while I went to the dressing table, took out
the tape recorder I'd placed behind a photo frame, and tested it. Every word was crystal clear.

That afternoon, I did some cleaning, took a shower, and started preparing my next plan. Grandma had obviously
burned the letter; I could smell the smoke. Just as I finished putting on my casual clothes and shorts, she happened to pass by my bedroom
door. Perhaps unable to hide her smugness, she poked her head in and looked at me with a wicked grin: "You filthy
bastard, I'll make you pay for playing tricks. We'll see how capable you are then!"

I sat on the bed, staring into her eyes, raised the tape recorder, and turned it on…

I turned it off, watching her expression slowly change.

"You're despicable! Give it back!" she roared, charging at me, but I was agile enough to jump to
the other side of the bed. She realized she couldn't possibly snatch the tape back from me.

I spoke first: "Like that letter, you still have a chance to get this tape back, but you have to
do a few things as I say."

"I won't let you blackmail me, you're a big pervert!" she squeezed out through clenched teeth.

I remained calm: "I need you to come over and help me undress, strip me naked."

"No no no!" Her voice was unusually loud.

Just then, the phone rang. "Go answer it," I said smugly, unhurried.

She ran back to her room to answer the phone: "Hello, Ah Rong? What's up? I don't have time to chat with you." Ah Rong was
my grandfather. I picked up the extension in my room and heard him telling my grandmother that his trip was enjoyable, but she interrupted
him. My grandfather left his address and phone number, which I noted down.

My grandmother clearly wanted to end the call, so I spoke up: "Grandpa, this is Ali. I helped Grandma clean
the attic."

"Ali, hang up!" my grandmother said sternly on the other end of the extension.

"Let Ali talk," my grandfather laughed.

"Grandpa, listen to what's on my tape recorder!"

"Enough, Ali!" Grandma tried to make her voice sound nicer. "Didn't you
need my help with something?"

"Oh, yes." My voice on the phone was also sweet. "Goodbye, Grandpa."

The plan was going too smoothly. Soon, Grandma returned to my room. Her eyes were almost
murderous, but she understood how bad her situation was. I lay down on the bed by the window. "Come here, help
me take off all my clothes, and I'll give you the tape recorder."

"You said it."

"I promise, just like that letter."

She came over and leaned against the bed, quickly taking off my shirt.

"Take your time, don't rush, sit down and rest for a bit," I said.

Grandma thought for a moment and sat down.

Being so close to Grandma excited me. Grandma smelled wonderful, not
like perfume, but the scent of a mature woman. I examined her chest again; there was nothing under her pajamas, and my
little brother immediately started to swell.

"What do you need to do now?"

"Unzip my shorts."

Grandma hesitated for a moment before reaching out and slowly unzipping my shorts with her right hand.

"Is that enough?" Grandma prepared to stand up.

"Not enough," I laughed and pulled her back, "You still need to take my shorts off."

(II)

Although I already knew this would happen, Grandma still felt suffocated. With a slight tremor,
her left hand crossed over my hip, and now her two thumbs gently hooked the sides of my shorts. Gently, my
shorts were pushed to the ground, and I kicked them under the window.

At this moment, I was almost naked, the only clothing I wore was a thin white pair of underwear. And
under this pair of underwear was a firm, vibrant erection that anyone could clearly see.

Grandma certainly didn't dare to look too much, but before she turned her head away, she had time to glance at my arrogant
bulge. She stood up: "You're so lewd, how dare you..."

"Sit down!" Before she could think of anything else, I yelled at her, "
Take off !"

Grandma fell back onto the bed, repeating the same action, this time finally allowing me to
fully display my most powerful and vigorous energy before her. My penis, freed from its restraints, immediately stood
erect . I had never measured its size, but I was certain it was larger than the average person's
, without a doubt.

As I kicked my underwear aside, Grandma couldn't help but glance at my penis again. At this moment, I
was completely naked in front of Grandma, the intense stimulation making me tremble slightly, but I knew
this was just the beginning.

I grabbed Grandma's right hand, and before she could react, I pressed her hand onto my throbbing penis.
Poor Grandma, in terror, tried to pull her hand back, but I held her wrist firmly.

"Listen, you have to use your hand to help me."

"No! You're a pervert! I'm your own grandmother, I'm 65 years old. How can you
associate me with such thoughts?"

I knew this was the most crucial moment; either everything would go smoothly, or I would
lose everything.

I had to be decisive!

I took the tape recorder from under my pillow, turned it on, and my grandmother's disheveled reading voice filled the
room . "Did you forget this?" I reminded her.

Slowly, my grandmother moved closer to me, and I pressed her right hand back onto my penis. I
held her hand, letting her fingers wrap around my penis, and began to apply pressure. My God! The excitement and stimulation were
indescribable—my own grandmother's hand was caressing my genitals, how unbelievable!

I still held her hand and began to slowly move it up and down. "Slowly, gently." I let go of her
hand, and to my surprise, my grandmother didn't immediately pull her hand away. My grandmother continued the up-and-down movements of her hand...
But she turned her head away, and although her skin was dark, it was obvious that her face was flushed.

"Grandma, hurry up." She did as I said.

I looked down and saw a hand, weathered by time, holding my most energetic member. The obscene
feeling was incredibly arousing. But that wasn't enough. There was one more thing to do for my sexy, adorable grandma
.

"Good job," I said encouragingly. "Now it's your turn to use your mouth. Kneel down."

"What?" she exclaimed, getting up and heading for the door. "You've gone too far! I don't care what you
do or what others say, I'm done! It all has to end!..."

But I had already anticipated her reaction. I didn't get up to chase after her, nor did I argue with her. I moved to
the bedside, picked up the phone, and started dialing. As I dialed, I loudly read the number—
the number .

"Grandpa will hear this tape soon," I said, staring into Grandma's eyes. I could see she hesitated
. Finally, Grandma broke down again, the only thing supporting her was the door frame. "No, don't do this," she
whispered.

"Then, continue what you're doing... hurry up." By this time, I had dialed the last number, but
Grandma still didn't move.

I dialed the last number and moved the receiver to her ear so she could hear it ringing. Grandma
couldn't take it anymore and immediately ran back to hang up the phone; I didn't stop her.

"No, no... I'll do anything."

I patiently waited for her to sit down on her own, then reached over and grasped my still-erect penis, beginning to slowly stroke
it. Her gaze was now fixed on my powerful erection, as if she were looking at a guillotine.

I stood up, put my arms around the back of Grandma's neck, and stroked her hair. Gently, with a little force, I
guided Grandma's head down. "Please, Ali, don't do this," Grandma pleaded,
but I didn't stop. "Open your mouth." That was all I could say for now; it was too stimulating, and I had to keep my plan
going.

Grandma's lips parted, and I pressed her head down a little harder, lifting my hips slightly.
Finally I saw the head of my penis squeeze into her mouth. For a moment, it felt like ascending to heaven, though I knew I
couldn't hold on much longer. I pushed myself a few inches deeper. Grandma didn't lick or suck
like ; she just held it in her mouth, like a paper cup over my penis, but it felt amazing.

"Faster!" I patted her hand, signaling her to keep up with my pace. The excessive stimulation made my
legs weak. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Grandma. Her head was moving back and forth, moistening my
penis , her small hands rhythmically stroking it up and down.

Ah! The first time a woman had given me oral sex—my own grandmother!

God! My orgasm came, spurting into Grandma's mouth, a large amount of warm, white semen shooting into her wet
mouth . Grandma choked and started coughing. As I stood up and pulled my penis out, I
began ejaculating a second and third time, shooting onto her face and neck.

I couldn't help but groan loudly as I ejaculated, my groans drowning out two faint "
click .

I pressed her head back down, shoved my penis back into her mouth, and quickly thrust in and out until
I finally released, completely absorbed. I lay back on the bed, watching Grandma quickly grab the tape recorder and eject
the tape . She must have thought her price was worth it. I still didn't move, just watched it all.

Grandma was so good to the protagonist, yet he was still disrespectful to her—that was wrong. The mother was unkind to the protagonist; the target of his anger should have been the mother, not the grandmother.
Generally, the bond between grandparents and grandchildren is very strong. As grandparents, they usually dote on their grandchildren. And since the elderly have suffered a lot in their old age, the younger generation should be more filial. The elderly will leave us one day; don't wait until then to repent. By then, it will be too late. "My Grandmother" (Black Mailed Grandmother)
Original author: Sam Jason
Translator: Ivansex
An old article from the Yuan Yuan era, already tj. Talented writer! Thanks for posting! Please post more! Thank you! This is a foreign article, right? Haha, but it's not bad. The old lady is also good. "Haha, although it's an old work, it's
still good." "Classic!
Thank you! Rich imagination! The grandmother is so good to the protagonist, yet he's rude to her—that's not right!" A very good article. Having sex with an older woman doesn't require worrying about pregnancy; just enjoy the pleasure. Talented writer! Thank you for posting! It would be better if it were more detailed. Please post more!

I'm also sexually attracted to my grandmother...

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