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I am a 34-year-old divorcee living with my son with whom I started having sex early Summer 2009. My sex life with my Dad is older than my son – we started our incestuous relationship soon after Dad’s divorce – he was about 40 and I was 16 then.

He never re-married. I was divorced in 2008 and am scared still of getting into any commitment for another marriage. And I work for my Dad as his secretary and we have sex in the office, after other staff leave. On Friday evenings we have ‘proper sex’ in his house (half-an-hour drive away from mine). It used to be Saturday mornings, but since I started having sex with my son early Summer 2009, I am keeping Saturdays for my son. After work, I drive to dad’s and do the chores for him, then have sex with him and return home – Friday is the longest day for me.

Later in the Summer 2009 one fine Saturday morning I reached grandpa’s place, after my usual weekend sex with dad the evening before. Grandpa was waiting for me. I had promised to take him out for lunch. Grandma had passed away a couple of years ago. He lives almost an hour’s drive from my home and is on his own. He is in his mid 70s but can easily pass for a 60-year-old. Grandpa cooks the basic things. But when I visit him on the first and third Saturday afternoons, I cook for him and stack up his fridge. But this visit was on the fourth Saturday of the month, and on a ‘special mission’, only known to me until it was accomplished.

01)The background:

I had been in boarding school and away from home 10 to 16 years of age. I moved back in with my parents as they were going through the final stages of their divorce. Soon after mum left, I started having sex with dad. I was only 16 then. When I had intercourse with my dad for the first time I was unaware that I was two days pregnant with Tommy. Soon after that my boyfriend went to work abroad for almost five years and I lived with my dad who provided for me and my son and I continued to enjoy sex with him. Whenever my boyfriend came on holidays, I used to please them both under the same roof and mostly it used to be a quickie with dad in the living room when my boyfriend went into the shower. Dad could shoot into me in a matter of one minute in such heightened anticipation – on such occasions I didn’t mind even if I didn’t attain an orgasm in such haste. Dad is also very good in withholding ejaculation for as long as an hour depending upon the time, convenience and our mood – and on such occasions I usually end up having multiple orgasms.

My boyfriend and I married when Tommy (my son) was about four. I moved out from dad’s house and lived with my husband (my ex now) 10 minutes drive away from my dad’s. Later we moved further away where I still stay with my 17 year old son – and it is about half-an-hour drive away from dad’s house where dad still lives alone. I always have been my dad’s major sexual partner ever since the first time we made love. I never felt that I am cheating on my then husband – since the man I am sleeping with is my own family.

About 18 years on and about a year after my own divorce in 2008 I started having sex with my son too. I always knew that he is having sex with his girlfriend and I wanted to offer him what dad had offered me when I was my son’s age. Besides, Dad was slowing down a bit and struggled to keep pace with my needs.

My dad and my son are the ones I love the most and sex only makes it whole. I was only adding to the dimensions of the love – between my dad and me, my son and me and now between my grandpa and me.

I so badly wanted to have sex with grandpa ever since I started having sex with my son. But then I used to think that grandpa can’t perform any more up until the time when I accidentally saw grandpa having sex with his lady friend in a few months prior.

02) The trigger:

I have the key to grandpa's house and I usually enter after ringing the door bell. That odd day, the TV downstairs was on and we couldn't hear each other as I climbed upstairs. I sometimes find him in his study deeply engrossed in one of his hobbies - like fixing his old valve radio or putting together some broken things and the like. But I found grandpa in his bed moving over somebody beneath. I first though he was having a scuffle with an intruder. Just as I was about to scream, I heard her groan under grandpa – an obvious pleasured sexy groan. I froze and stared.

She was in her early 60s and looks her age. I have seen her a few times before (in ‘social’ circumstances). She has average size boobs and has nice smooth skin. She has short hair which she dyes black, trying to look younger. Grandpa was fucking her in missionary position. She had her skirt ride high exposing her thighs and her shirt was unbuttoned with her bra pushed to her neck. Grandpa had his polo shirt on and his boxer shorts and trouser were at his calf. Grandpa had one hand on her breasts and the other around her head as they were kissing and fucking. She had her legs locked around grandpa’s thighs.

My fascination overpowered my modesty and I stared on! In a few seconds she saw me standing there at the door and made a noise. They both froze and grandpa too turned his head and stared at me. "Sorry....sorry... I didn't mean to... OK.. I'll come back in a while" (or something like this I said). I rushed downstairs, ran out of the house and before you could say 'ding dong' I was out of the street in my car. I went back a good half-an-hour or 45 minutes later to find her gone.

03) My secret desire:

Well, we both were embarrassed about that incidence and didn't talk about it up until a few days prior to this visit when I asked grandpa whether it would be OK to spend some time with him on Saturday – the last Saturday of August 2009. My son Tommy was going to spend that Saturday night at his girlfriend’s and I thought this is a perfect situation when I could try it with my grandfather.

After seeing him ‘perform’ I obviously knew I can have sex with grandpa. It was not for lust or sex but the reasons were many. I wanted to add another notch to my bedpost – ‘conquering’ all possible generations. Well, I also wanted to help grandpa and show him that I love him not just with my heart alone. I wanted to give him what he needed and what I can. Yet another reason was to learn how an old man would make love in the first place – the feel of an old man’s dick, his pace, the way he would cum… May be he will teach me a trick or two, I thought.

04) Planning:

When I rung up my grandpa early in the week, I asked him whether I will be getting in the way of him and his lady friend. I was so happy to hear his answer. He said she is visiting her daughter in Australia and then her son in New Zealand and is gone for over a month and will be back only after almost an year!! I thought I am lucky and the time is apt. Was I happy to guess that grandpa is now 'starving', unless of course he has some other lady to keep him company.

Grandpa said that he is now standing in for her at the nearby charity shop every Wednesday, which is her day, besides doing his own share of charity work on Mondays.

"I hope I didn't scare her away!" I mused over the phone.

"No no no no no, dear!" and grandpa laughed. "We are OK…” he said and chuckled.

Well, she now must be missing her lover while holidaying abroad. Little will she guess that her lover is going to be ‘taken care of’ soon by his own granddaughter!

05) First opportunity:

Well, about the Saturday. I reached grandpa’s place late morning as planned.

As I entered the house after ringing the doorbell (I have a key to grandpa’s house), I found him coming from the kitchen. He came and hugged me the usual way, with the side of his body that is. I turned and hugged him with my breasts fully pressed against his lower chest which is not very usual ever since I grew up.

I asked him what he was up to and he said he was ordering something on the internet. Soon he went back to his perch on the bar stool in the kitchen and showed me what he was browsing. He was peering at a web page with toasters on it. With him sitting on that high stool, I could stand behind him and my chest would be in level with his shoulder blades. I saw an opportunity there.

“I’ll leave my overnight bag upstairs and come” I said and rushed upstairs picking up my overnight bag from the foyer. I deposited my bag in his guest bedroom. Then I removed my flesh coloured bra and thongs and came down.

I had just my pink skirt and white T-shirt on – nothing else.

I joined grandpa in the kitchen, and standing behind him, I started discussing the item he was planning to buy. I leaned on him pressing either of my breasts on his back as I stretched my neck over his shoulder looking at the screen. I made sure that at times I just ‘casually’ brushed just my erect nipples only, rather than pressing my whole breast. Though my breast is quite small (to be honest they are size 32A, though I like exaggerating), my nipples are real prominent like puppy nose. I could tell that grandpa is indeed taking notice of my advances, for I found him fidgeting a bit whenever my nipples tickled him or my breasts flattened on him. Well, grandpa didn’t do anything more than that then.

Eventually he ordered the item on the internet and we got ready to go out to eat, as planned. I went upstairs and put on my flesh coloured lacy bra and thong again. I could clearly see the effect grandpa had on me when I pulled my thong over my wet slippery pussy. The flesh coloured thong had only a very narrow strip in front. I do not shave my pussy. I have very thick pubic hair. I have shaven it only during the delivery of my son Tommy and a couple of times when we went on holidays – but that too only along the bikini line. Dad never liked me shave my pubic hair. My ex-husband couldn’t care less.

06) Lunch and the conversation:

I took my grandpa out for lunch in his favourite restaurant. There we talked about my ex visiting me the previous weekend in the pretext of wanting to see our son Tommy.

After the divorce that was the second time we saw each other and the first one was at a wedding. When my ex visited us the week before, he stayed overnight in my house and I strongly resisted my urge to offer myself to him, though it was obvious that he wanted to have sex with me. That night my son and his girlfriend slept in one, I in mine and my ex in the farthest bedroom. On Sunday morning my ex left without getting any opportunity to fuck me. I am so glad that I stood my ground.

In the restaurant we talked about grandpa’s lady friend who is now visiting her children. Grandpa and she met at a local charity shop.

“She used to come home and we used to spend some time together...” grandpa said, smiling at me meaningfully across the soup bowl. When I asked him whether someone else has stepped into his lady friend’s shoes grandpa answered, “Wen, not many would fancy this old man!” I then resisted the temptation to tell him “I do…”.

After lunch on the way back we shopped at the supermarket where grandpa suggested barbecue. I said it’s a good idea on a sunny afternoon like that and we bought things for it, including some wine.

07) Second attempt and Peeking at my peaks:

Back at grandpa’s place, we decided to watch a movie. I told grandpa to choose his movie and went upstairs and ‘changed’. I removed my underwear, both the thong and the bra and swapped the white T-shirt with a black one. I buttoned up just at the middle of the shirt – only a couple of buttons – the rest of the shirt was open showing my belly below and most of my chest above. I knew something would or could happen whilst we watched the movie.

Grandpa still likes those old war movies and we watched “The Bridge on the River Kwai” from a DVD. As we watched the movie I snuggled close to my grandpa an put my hand around him to get my right breast as close to him as possible. He gave me a peck on my head as we started watching the movie. After some time I pulled my hand from behind him and rested it on his thigh. And on occasions I pressed gently the back of my hand over the fly of his trouser, as if I was fidgeting. I probably felt an erection at some stage.

I made sure that my chest is in a position for grandpa to take a peek at my breasts whenever he fancied. I think he indeed looked at my tiny breasts many times that were mostly exposed as the shirt folded itself from the button at the top of my belly towards the collar which was almost at my shoulder. Later grandpa admitted that he was mainly staring at my breasts than watching the movie that he has seen many times before.

Grandpa in between wrapped his arm around me and gently hugged me with the side of his chest. Whenever he did that I leaned my head on his shoulder showing approval.

08) Barbecue for just the two of us in total privacy:

After the movie was over, we talked for a while and then decided to do the barbecue. Grandpa got his rusty barbecue grill out from the garden shed, cleaned it and set it up on the grass just outside the wooden decking behind the house. The decking and much of the lawn are not overlooked by any neighbour and gets good sunlight. It is total privacy there.

He said I can just relax and as he was lighting up the barbecue and asked me whether I cared to do some sunbathing. I had not thought of this eventuality and had not brought the sun screen lotion. I told him that I don’t have stuff for sun bathing – neither the lotion nor the bikini.

“Well, the sun is not too strong. There are clouds, you see. You are OK without sun lotion. I can get the rug out on to the deck if you want...” grandpa said. He implied that I can sun bathe with my underwear. He doesn’t have deck chairs any more.

Grandpa has seen me in my bikini on several occasions till my early teens. He has also watched me breast feed my son Tommy, but that was over 16 years ago. Grandpa would have been in his late 50s those days and may have fancied sucking the milk from my breasts himself which my baby son and my dad were doing any way at that time… Since then he has never seen me without my proper clothes, up until that afternoon when I exposed my breasts behind my unbuttoned shirt whilst watching the movie.

“OK, whatever…” I shrugged and said. I went in and swapped my skirt and black shirt with my light brown thong and the lacy bra. It was ironic that a few hours before I had come downstairs with skirt and T-shirt but without my underwear and now it is the other way around! I came out in my thong & bra holding the wine glasses and the wine bottle.

Grandpa had already put the rug on the deck for me, next to the kitchen wall. As soon as I stepped out, I saw grandpa staring at my navel. I also noticed grandpa ogling at my abundant pubic bush which was quite evident as the thong with its narrow front strip barely covered it. I again went in, got some cushions and a magazine from the living room. Then I filled the wine glasses. As we said ‘Cheers’ he said, “Make yourself comfy Wen” looking towards the rug.

09) Sunbathing:

After taking a few sips I put my wine glass on the deck and then went indoors again to get my sunglasses. I then sat on the rug leaning against the kitchen wall. I relaxed, with my sunglasses on, reading, sipping wine and making small conversations with grandpa. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs. At one stage I opened my thighs (quite unlike a lady) and got the sun to enter my inner thighs.

I caught grandpa staring at my pussy on several occasions. Thong always invites peeps on such situations. I can easily fool people with my face directed towards the magazine but my eyes trying to ‘catch out’ from behind the dark glasses!

I then lay on the rug resting my head on the cushion, the sun warming up my skin.

Grandpa, after getting the embers glowing, put the steaks on the grill and went indoors to change into his swim shorts. He returned with his sunglasses on. Well, he is he playing my own game, I wondered – to look at me from behind those dark lenses without getting caught… But then that’s what I had wanted! Grey hair covered his muscular chest.

As we talked and grandpa continued with his manly role of barbecuing, I lay on my belly, showing my back to the sun and reading the magazine. My bums were well exposed with the thong strap going through the crack between my bums. I soon unhooked my bra from behind and let the sun fall on the whole of my back. I gently pushed the bra straps away and bared my shoulders as well. The bra cups soon sagged away from my breasts which I simply ignored. I looked at grandpa sideways in between the conversation and saw a bulge in his swim shorts. I was so elated to see that and I felt my wetness increase between my thighs… I was on my second glass of wine by then.

Then I turned and lay on my back again. The bra that was already unhooked had moved well away from most of my breasts and my erect nipples were now pointing to the sky. I continued to read the magazine, making a half-hearted attempt to hide my breasts that were now almost fully exposed with the bra loosely lying diagonally across my chest. As I raised the magazine above my face to read, with my head on the cushion, I knew that my breasts and the erect nipples were getting a good view from the sun and my grandpa. At times I would lower and rest the magazine on my chest covering it well and talked to grandpa quite ‘innocently’. I would then raise the magazine again exposing the breasts for grandpa to stare at. As I raised the magazine each time from my chest, I ensured that the bra is moved more and more off my breasts.

Grandpa is now looking at the breasts that have been sucked innumerable times by his son (my dad), and also by my son (first as a baby and now as a man for the past many months), I reminisced. When I used to breast feed Tommy when he was a baby 17 years ago, my dad used to come and get hold of the free breast and suck my milk from that. I had plenty of milk to feed both. Dad used to suck more milk from the breasts after Tommy had his fill and my breasts would get sufficiently refilled before the next feeding time. Dad would excite me so much with his sensuous sucking that I will end up asking dad to pull my panties off as I continued breastfeeding Tommy. I would then end up with my one nipple inserted into Tommy’s tiny mouth and the other into dad’s voracious one, dad filling my eager vagina with his penis –three stimulations at once. After I stopped breast feeding Tommy when he turned one, Dad kept my breasts flowing with milk for a very long time. Even when we didn’t have sex, dad used to suck milk from my breasts many times a day, or else they would go dry he maintained. There were many occasions when dad has woken me up from sleep sucking milk, as I used to sleep with him without bra. My marriage, when Tommy was about 4, disrupted dad’s regular breast feeding. Dad’s breast feeding became quite infrequent thereafter and soon my milk dried out. My ex believed that sucking breasts is ‘unmanly. Then on it was just my ‘dry’ breasts that Dad ‘feasted’ on.

I could feel the gentle heat of sun on my breasts as I continued staring at the magazine hiding my face yet leaving enough gap beneath it for grandpa to have a good view of my tits. And that was a proper sunbath…

I bent my knees and opened up my thighs well. I could feel my crotch getting wet with my cunt juices. I touched my crotch with my fingers to confirm the wetness and then I wiped my wet fingers on the inside of my thigh, in full view of grandpa. And I did that several times to make sure that he saw it and it was intentional. At one stage I lingered my fingers on my crotch and stroked it gently.

10) Grandpa taking the lead:

As I continued to read, grandpa asked, “Wen, can I ask you something?”

I lowered the magazine again on to my chest and said, “Of course, grandpa, you can ask me whatever…”

“No, it’s OK…” grandpa turned back to the barbecue grill and poked at the steaks.

“Go on grandpa… Ask me whatever…. Is it about another marriage?”

“ME? Another marriage? No, I am too old”

“Grandpa, I thought you were asking me to marry again… But then if it is you, you aren’t too old, I suppose…. You still can….” I paused and didn’t complete that.

“Have sex? Is that what you wanted to say?” grandpa asked and I nodded. “Well, I can, but I don’t want to have another commitment at this age. Life has been kind to me so far. But I think you should move on.”

“I am moving on, grandpa. But not yet ready for another marriage.”

“But you are young Wen and you are missing out on ….” grandpa hesitated and appeared to be searching for words, “…on so many things a young woman should have…”

“Sex? Is that what you are implying?” As I asked, grandpa just kept looking at me.

“Don’t you?” grandpa asked.

I didn’t want to tell grandpa that I am having regular sex with his son, my dad, for over 17 years now. And the fact that I am enjoying sex at my own house with my own son for many months now…

“Well, I would love to…” and instinctively touched my pussy again which was dripping. As soon as I touched it, I said, “Oh!!” a bit aloud and closed my thighs in feigned embarrassment.

“What dear??” grandpa asked me.

“Nothing… I just .… It’s OK grandpa…”

The next thing that happened was what I had been waiting for. Grandpa came over to me and sat by my side. I could see his penis was making a bulge in his shorts. Grandpa then leaned over me and kissed me on my cheeks tenderly. Immediately I wrapped my arms around grandpa and held him close to me and stared at him. He soon removed his sunglasses and so did I. This is it. I knew then that it has now been initiated. All that we now we needed was time for this momentum to take us on further.

11) Getting ready for penetration:

Grandpa soon stretched himself on the rug and put his leg over mine and held my whole body close to his. I pulled out the magazine that was covering my breasts from between us. My bare breasts, still partly covered by the unhooked loose bra, were pressing on his hairy chest. Grandpa continued kissing me on my face and I fully cooperated with whatever he was doing… I wrapped my arms around him and put one leg over his and stroked his calf with my foot…

Grandpa soon lowered his face on to my breasts and kissed my tiny mounds. As I sighed and arched my neck backwards, I clutched his arms in excitement and approval. Grandpa got one nipple between his lips and very very gently suckled on it – as soft as a baby would do. No nibbling, no biting, no frantic sucking. Just gentle, smooth and leisurely. As if he was relishing whatever he was getting from it….

I started stroking his head and his back as grandpa pleasured me with his soft lips and tongue. I made gentle moans. As I moaned, grandpa let go off my breasts and looked in my eyes for recognition and appreciation. I looked back in his eyes and holding his head in my hands drew him close to my face and kissed on grandpa’s lips. No words spoken at that stage. Grandpa immediately opened his mouth and we french kissed for a few minutes – very gently yet fervently… Both of us were well primed and excited and nothing could now stop us.

I then pulled my bra off my chest. Then I sat up and removed my thong. Grandpa stood up and removed his shorts to expose his erect penis that had some juice glistening at its tip. I am looking at a totally nude grandpa now! Wow he was so fit and healthy for his age! His penis was long – as long as dad’s and I know dad’s is over 7” measured from the belly side. It was erect all right, but not risen as high as Dad’s.

Grandpa suddenly looked at the barbecue and said, “I won’t be a minute…” and hurried to remove the now cooked steaks from the grill on to a plate. Then he lowered the lid and closed vents of the barbecue and turned back towards me. I was lying sprawled out fully naked on the rug with my cunt dripping and my nipples erect and wet with grandpa’s saliva… I was all ready for sex… Sex with my grandfather…

A completely nude grandpa now approached me with his erection dangling. I was all eager for him to hold me and enter me. I had nothing on my body, just my pubic hair covering a bit of my lower belly there…

“You have a nice bush, Wen” grandpa said looking at my pubic hair, as he approached me now. The exact same words dad keeps telling me proudly time and again. How much I love to hear that. I just smiled. Then I said, “I like it natural there…”

Grandpa came and sat by my side and as he was about to hover over me, I nudged him and got him to lie on his back and I sat up – near his knees facing him. I held his erect penis in my hand and felt its consistency. I would rather say it was firm than hard. But would do the job, I knew. I gently took grandpa’s penis in my mouth and as soon as I did that he started stroking my hair in recognition of what I was doing. I licked grandpa’s hairy balls as my hand kept the grip on his penis. I went on to do the blow job on him for a good five minutes or so and his penis became harder. Grandpa’s penis is just like dad’s – the shape, the girth and the length. The texture is different – more rubbery feel. The smell is different as well. The hair on his balls were mostly grey and the skin of his inner thigh a bit baggy. I liked what I saw, smelt, tasted and felt in my mouth. I relished pressing grandpa’s cock between my tongue and my palate and sliding it across in my mouth back and forth. I looked up at him, I saw grandpa with closed eyes relishing what he was enjoying as he, with his outstretched arms, kept on running his fingers through my hair, the other one rested on my shoulder with a gentle clasp.

12) Consummation:

Then I climbed on grandpa and positioned myself at his middle with my legs on either side of his thighs. I hovered my crotch over his manhood and holding it in position aimed at my pussy. I could see grandpa looking eagerly at our imminent sexual union, with his head now raised on the cushions. Then I lowered my dripping cunt on to grandpa’s erection. He let out a gentle moan, “Oh, sweetieeee” he called. Grandpa held on to my thighs tight as I slid his penis deep into my vagina through my dripping fuck hole.

Grandpa’s long penis simply slipped into my body smooth and easy. I lowered myself further down as grandpa’s penis started disappearing into my vagina. As I completed my descent, I rested my hands over his chest. I sat like that for a few moments and then made a few riding movements up and down – just a few to settle grandpa’s dick smooth and deep. Grandpa’s penis was now secure – in good hands, I mean, in my vagina: youthful, strong, slimy, hot and tight vagina…

Unhurriedly I then leaned forward my upper body over grandpa’s and stretched my legs over his, with his dick still entrapped in my pussy. I lay flat on him along the entire length… I knew grandpa would easily bear my weight. Grandpa had set the slow pace right from the start – no hurry, haste or any voracious attack. Just gentle enjoyment. That is what an elderly man would do, I reckoned.

“You are so very warm and tight down there, Wen!” grandpa exclaimed.

“Let’s just enjoy this…” I said and put my arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around my back.

We lay still maintaining the intercourse for a good few minutes. I only made very gentle movements every so often to remind ourselves of our coitus. I contracted my vaginal muscles at times to give grandpa’s penis a squeeze lest it should forget where it is… Grandpa gave me a thrust or two in between and holding my head at the back, lowered my face onto his and planted a lot of tender kisses on my cheeks, forehead and eyes and nose… I felt that grandpa he loved me, loves me dearly… tenderly…

An old man making love to his granddaughter… Isn’t it beautiful?! I have now expressed my love to grandpa in its totality. I can’t express it any deeper. Or stronger. Just the same way I share my all with my own dad since I was sixteen and my own son since he turned 16. I now have sex with three generations – grandpa, his son (my dad) and grandson (my son)…

The list so far is complete. If I wait another 5 or six years, as per the family ‘tradition’, Tommy could have a son and by the time I am in my mid fifties I can have sex with my own grandson…And perhaps in my late 70s with my great grandson…. Who knows!!

13) Fucking in bed:

It was getting a bit cloudy and a bit chilly with the wind out there in the backyard.

Also, I wanted to enjoy sex with grandpa in total privacy, and of course well protected secrecy, for obvious reasons. Knowing myself, I had reached the stage in sexual excitement to feel safer indoors to enjoy the escalating sexual pleasure in abandon or else I would have the neighbours crowding around at the fences! I make a lot of noise when my man pleasures me. Not to mention the squelching sound my vagina could make when grandpa would start pumping into my dripping cunt.

I suggested, “Grandpa, shall we go indoors?”

“I think so….” as grandpa immediately agreed I arched my bums backwards and pulled his penis out of its perch. When I stood up, grandpa stared at my entire body and said, “Wen, you are so very beautiful…”

“You are very kind, grandpa…” I said.

As grandpa got to his feet, he held his cunt-juice drenched penis that had just come out of my pussy and looking at his own penis grandpa exclaimed, “You lucky bastard!!”

Grandpa’s erection was shining, painted with my cunt juice… there were places on his cock where my cunt secretions had left a streak or blob of white stuff on it. Grandpa ran his finger over it, pinched the white stuff from behind the bulb of his dick and put it on his tongue, “Mmmmm….tastes lovely..!” he exclaimed.

As I rolled the rug with our clothes in it and came in, grandpa brought the barbecued steaks and sausages into the kitchen, his penis ahead of him. We then closed the door behind us and silently went upstairs to his bedroom. There I lay on my back and asked whether grandpa wanted to do it. “Climb on me?” I half suggested. But grandpa had better ideas.

As soon as he got into bed, he crawled to my side and turning his bums towards my face put his knees on either side of my chest and we went on to do the 69. There were no more inhibitions. Two consenting well experienced adults having sex in the total privacy of one’s house and with utmost trust, care and love. We had all the time in the world to enjoy ourselves. We behaved as if we were having sex with each other all our lives. It went on so smooth and sequences flowed seamlessly.

I bent my knees and swaying them apart, widened my crotch for grandpa. Holding on to my parted thighs gently, he licked my pussy, sweeping his tongue over my clit and carrying it through my pussy lips, one side at a time. Grandpa’s skilful tongue was sending mounting waves of pleasure up my clitoris.

“Your clit is real good, Wen!” grandpa exclaimed. My clit is bigger than usual – almost the size of a small nipple (and my nipples are very big).

Dad says that the biggest clit that he has seen is mine. Dad loves stroking it with his palm and fingers especially when we lie side by side in bed during the foreplay as he sucks my nipples. I open and close my legs as dad does that, enjoying the sensuaous touch as he brushes my clit gently.

Grandpa suckled on my clit like a nipple. It felt so good – the thought that my clit is exciting yet another of my own family heightened my pleasure. Grandpa would, in between, dip his tongue into the fuck hole he had had his tool in a little while ago, and then at times would suck my pussy lips gently into his mouth and flick his tongue on it, keeping my pussy flaps in his mouth to give me prolonged and varied sexual excitement… I groaned and moaned….with no inhibition whatsoever.

It felt so good and on one occasion I arched my crotch onto his face smothering him for a moment. In the manoeuvre I ended up smearing his nose and chin with my cunt juice which I saw when he turned around and looked at me saying, “You like this, don’t you?!”

“You are too good grandpa…” I said without taking his penis from my mouth. I love talking with penis in my mouth.

“What?” grandpa asked. Then I took grandpa’s penis out of my mouth and repeated what I had just said. He went back to eating my pussy and lapping up my cunt juice… I kept on gently sucking his penis and softly stroking his hairy balls. Or gently licking his balls and softly stroking his long slightly bendy penis on which the secretions I had painted earlier on had started to dry up.

14) My first orgasm with my grandfather:

Soon I erupted into an orgasm and grandpa continued licking my clit softly and rhythmically until I finished with my convulsions… As I went through my orgasm, grandpa held my thighs gently with his hands… Through my orgasm, I moaned and groaned and gyrated my pelvis against his skilled tongue. My sounds were muffled by his penis that was held firm and motionless in my mouth…

As I finished with my orgasm, grandpa pulled his penis out of my mouth, turned around and lay by my side holding me close and tenderly. He kissed me gently on my cheeks and said, “My baby Wen, how much would you be missing these….and for how long have you been missing these…??!!”

Oh my! He knows how to handle a woman, I thought. Instead of mounting and penetrating me straight away, grandpa just held me close and lovingly….Grandpa’s penis, wet from my saliva this time, was pressed tight against the skin on the side of my pelvis. He lay there still, holding me close…

After a few moments of silence I told grandpa in a soft voice, “Go on… Do it… It’s OK…” Because it appeared that he wouldn’t penetrate me on his own initiative. But I had impaled him a little while ago in the back yard and thought that would be enough for him to do the act himself. Well, it seemed that grandpa needed yet more encouragement to enter my willing and eager cunt on his own.

15) Love-making of an old man:

Grandpa, without any further fuss, then climbed on me missionary position. He did not shove his dick into my cunt like some sex maniacs have done on me – just mount and shove. He poised over my body, touched the tip of his penis gently on my pussy lips, as if sampling its consistency and rested it there against the slippery secretions at the mouth of my fuck hole – I would rather say, at the mouth of the fuck hole that is now his for the night. My fuck hole belongs to the man on top of me, whoever. He then lowered his face on to mine and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips.

“I can’t believe what I am going to do now. And I don’t know whether it is …” he paused.

“It is all right grandpa. You are not doing anything wrong. You are doing something right – very right. You are not going to make me pregnant or anything. Just show me that you love me…” saying that I gave a gentle push to the back of his bums.

In he went. Grandpa’s erect dick slipped into my cunt with ease. He pushed his proud manhood in all the way – sure and deliberate. It was firm, but not as rock hard as my son Tommy’s or as firm as my dad’s. As grandpa finished burying his entire 7 and a half inch dick (I know the measure from dad’s – it is exactly the same) in my cunt, its base now resting against my pussy lips. He paused and looked in my eyes. I held him close and said in a soft voice to reassure him, “Do whatever you want … And take as long as you want….”

Grandpa withdrew his long dick all the way out and poising it again over my cunt lips, gently retraced the initial path, as if to convince himself where his lucky penis is going.

“Wen, this is too good for me to be true… But I am very happy for you – that I can give you what you are missing…” and he started pulling and pushing his dick in and out of my cunt. Sometimes he would give me a quick thrust jolting my entire body upwards on the mattress.

Grandpa then started making the excursions of his penis smaller – not pulling out entirely, but making short thrusts.

My son Tommy is fond of pulling out entirely and pushing the dick in right back, during the initial part of sexual intercourse, just like his dad, my ex. I believe it is because the dick is small, being only four inches – it comes out easily. My dad and now my grandpa have their dicks twice as long and can afford to have more run inside me during their usual thrusts.

Grandpa shuttled his penis in his granddaughter’s vagina enjoying my tightness, warmth and the slipperiness… Grandpa kissed my cheeks, eyes and forehead as he kept on fucking me at a very gentle pace – no hurry, no rush. I would rather say, making love to me…arduously.

He looked into my eyes lovingly and said, “Wen, if only we could do this as soon as you were divorced…” he was feeling bad that I was left high and dry for over a year. Little did he know that long time before my divorce my ex and I had stopped having sex. And it was my dad who had kept me going those difficult times.

Grandpa kept on thrusting his well experienced penis in and out of me slowly and steadily for well over 10 minutes. Oh my!! Isn’t he a stud even at this age?! I wondered how many vaginas his penis would have dipped into before mine, over the past 60-odd years… Could it be 60? 30? Or just two?! May be I will ask him one day – I wouldn’t ask him who all, but just how many.

Grandpa asked me to suck his tongue and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I gently sucked it. He then asked me, “Give me yours” and he sucked mine. We took turn in pushing our tongue into each other’s mouth to get sucked. And in between we would just suck each others lips… Then we would entwine our tongues on each other’s. He had a kind of smell in his mouth that was different from all the men I have had sex with. It was not bad or anything, but different.

“Can I ask you something…?” I asked once there was a respite from our 'baiser avec la langue'

“Ask me anything, Wen!” he assured.

“Do you have regular sex with her?”

“You mean Dorothy?” grandpa asked and continued to fuck me, long and slow.

“Well, is there someone else?”

Grandpa smiled and as he continued fucking me with his elbows rested on either side of my shoulders, said, “No, it’s only Dorothy and we have it once a week here after she finishes work at the charity shop. She drops in and we have dinner together and….” Grandpa said.

“Good for you. But if I were not to see you both that day, I wouldn’t have thought…. I mean… this would never have happened!” I said, stroking grandpa gently on his back with each of my palms in turn, as his pelvis swayed back and forth over mine, driving his tool into its workplace.

“You mean you had doubts about my performance??!!” grandpa asked smiling wide and as I answered he thrust his penis real hard and deep into my cunt vault.

“Well… now I know. First hand information!!” I mused. My whole body jolted up on the bed with his invigorated thrusts driven by his rightful ego. He pumped me real hard a few times to prove his point!

“That day when you saw us, she had just come in to pick up her jacket that she had left behind. Otherwise she wouldn’t come here on a weekend.” Grandpa reassured me! He now started kissing my boobs and licking my nipples and sucking on them as he kept on thrusting his long penis in long excursions as at the start.

“How old are you grandpa, if I may?”

“Well, let me put it this way Wen, I was 43 when you were born – my little angel!” saying that grandpa paused thrusting and burying his manhood deep in my vagina, arched his chest off my naked body and cupping my head with his hands gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek. I could see the tender love in his eyes as he looked at me.

I will never be able to describe the great intensity of closeness I felt then, with grandpa holding me like that and looking into my eyes as we were lying on top of me maintaining the most intimate physical relationship a man and woman can have, with the generation gap melted away…

Soon grandpa gave me a deep thrust with his penis gliding my whole body up on the bed and asked, “How is it for a 77-year-old?!”

“You are too good, grandpa! If I were blindfolded, I would take you for a 47-year-old!” I assured him.

16) My first orgasm with my grandpa’s penis:

Grandpa increased the pace and depth of his thrusts. As he did that I knew I was now nearing another orgasm – the orgasm I was longing for since I started having sex with my son… A fucked orgasm, rather than a licked one, by my own grandfather. As I knew my dream is now coming true, I stabilised my feet on the bed with bent knees and started thrusting my pussy back at grandpa with each of his stroke.

And it came – my climax. I had my mind blowing orgasm under grandpa’s heaving and plunging bums as I clutched his back. I let out a poorly controlled scream as I kept my pelvis still, grandpa stroking my cunt and clit with increased vigour and depth.

“Mmmmm…. Ahhhhhhh…….” I screamed and arched my neck backwards with half closed eye, as I always do, receiving his plunging penis into my cunt. I kept my pelvis still and let him get on with it...

Grandpa changed the pace of his fuck tailoring it to my need - he lingered a brief moment deep inside my cunt before withdrawing quickly only to thrust back immediately as far his long penis would go – touching the mouth of my womb with the tip of his tool and my clitoris with its base… He did this again and again. Again and again, so long as I kept holding him tight and groaning… In between grandpa kissed my arched neck gently a few times. He kept on pounding my pussy with his erection sustaining my orgasm as long as it lasted. Grandpa is too good, I thought.

As I finished with my climax, I let my pelvis down, dropped my knees to the bed in exhaustion and loosened my grip on grandpa’s back and closed my eyes.

Grandpa, knowing that I am through with my orgasm, stopped moving and keeping his penis deep inside my dripping cunt, lay on top of me with his weight supported very thoughtfully on his elbows. He kissed me gently on my half open mouth and closed eyelids. Then he kissed my neck again… Grandpa then put his one arm around my neck, the other on my head and embraced me gently and lay there like that for a while.

A woman with her second orgasm by the man who is now poised with his penis still inside her, both naked… one is the grandfather and the other, his own granddaughter….Yes, I just had my first sexual intercourse with my dad’s father. It felt almost similar to the one I have with my dad, but was different in many ways – the vibes, the words, the pace, the smell, the feel, the feelings…

“You are a real sex bomb, Wen!!” grandpa said. He then gently kissed my forehead as I lay under him exhausted and satisfied with my ‘new find’ – very satisfied and immensely content.

“Go on Grandpa, go on….” I urged him, after a few moments of rest. As soon as I said it, he let go off the warm embrace and started thrusting his dick into the pussy that had just enjoyed its work. Now the very same penis has to have its own culmination from the very same vagina that pulsated in delight. My vagina pulsated for a good one minute, I will say – it was a long orgasm.

He leaned to one side and brought his mouth to my breasts and kissed them one by one. He would lick my nipples and then suck them into his mouth, as if sucking something out of a plate. Then he would push the nipple out with his tongue and it would drop off his lips, as if spitting out. The he would suck it in starting from its tip all over again… He would sometimes suck my breast into his mouth, but not much would go inside, since there isn’t much lying loose. Grandpa then would open his mouth and cup it over my tiny breast and then tickle my nipple with his tongue as his lips rest firm on the pink areola. As he takes his mouth away, my breast would be coated with his saliva which he then would lick off. It was interesting to see grandpa play with my breasts which he hadn’t done until now – with his penis buried in my vagina that he had just satisfied with his penis.

17) Grandpa’s seed in me:

As grandpa was playing with my breasts and nipples, he was keeping his penis deep and motionless inside my cunt. After a few minutes then, he started fucking me again. He pressed his chest on mine and held me close squashing my breasts and made his thrusts wilder and a bit faster but less rhythmic – his thrusts were now like sporadic explosions. His penis seemed to poke the very depth of my vagina as he prodded in. It was so wet that it made some squelching sounds time and again.

And in the next minute or two he held me tight and went on to ejaculate into my cunt. With each ejaculation thrust he slowed a bit, but pumped a bit deeper without pulling much out. As his ejaculation died down, he kept his penis as deep as possible in my fuck tube with gradually reducing smaller movements and finally it all became still and quiet….

And as grandpa was finishing with his ejaculation, I started having yet another orgasm, the third one that day and the second one with his penis. But by then grandpa had almost completed depositing his seed in my womb. I threw my head back, half closed my eyes and moaned gently as I usually do with a soul satisfying orgasm and started wildly pushing my crotch on to the base of his penis that had just finished doing its job…

As soon as grandpa realised that I had now started climaxing again, he continued thrusting into me with his erection now collapsing; he wanted so very badly to see me through this second orgasm with his penis, he later told me. Grandpa grimaced as he kept on pushing into me, now even more careful to keep his shrinking penis inside my cunt. And he did it: he saw me through my orgasm with the skilled manipulation of the now flimsy connection between our bodies – all the way through my writhing ecstasy under his heavy breathing he kept stimulating my pussy.

Grandpa gave me a full orgasm with the hilt of his penis as it rubbed on my clit, the rest of it plunging into his own semen soaked vagina…

As I ended my climax and lowered my legs on to the bed, I held grandpa tight and said, “This was a long and beautiful one… Thanks a lot for the last one especially…”

“That indeed was one hell of a fuck, Wen!” he exclaimed and collapsed to the bed by my side, his penis slipping out of my cunt. Immediately he moved his pelvis from over mine and with his semen dripping out of my cunt we lay there holding each other’s hands, exhausted…. Grandpa is good. Very good.

I avoid calling the person who fucks me by his name as much as possible for the fear of taking the wrong name with bad consequences. This is something dad had told me as soon as we started having sex in the ‘90s when I once called him by my husband’s name! A big mistake as I was having an orgasm with dad. Since then I haven’t called the person I am having orgasm with by his name. And recently I told my son too. This happened when he ejaculated into me, he once called me by his girlfriend’s name. Imagine what would happen if he yelled out “Oh! Mum..!” when he would climax inside his girlfriend’s vagina – an expression he has never made ever since they started having sex together!! It would certainly be a disaster if she hears her lover call out his mother. Though he could possibly get away with it, it would certainly raise and set off strong suspicion in her!

18) Dinner:

After a while of lazing around in bed, we got up and neither bothered to put any clothes on. Grandpa said he would go to the backyard and settle the things there and keep the food in the oven to warm up. There was no question asked or comments made as grandpa watched me transfer my overnight bag from the guest bedroom to his. We walked around in nude, talked and watched each other showering. After dabbing my body with moisturising cream which had a nice feminine aroma, I pulled up a black panty and donned a nice sky blue sleep shirt with a black print of tropical palms on it. The sleep shirt (like an oversized T-shirt), reached just above my knee. Its sleeves reached half way down my upper arm. I had nothing else on – just my panty and the sleep shirt.

Grandpa put on his pyjama and T-shirt and nothing underneath.

After dinner, we sat in front of the TV again and I snuggled close to grandpa. He held me close and this time I confidently rested my hand on grandpa’s lap right over his penis and at times pressed down on it deliberately. It was never flaccid completely. I could sense that grandpa is now constantly aroused. Grandpa placed his hand over mine to keep it there – I don’t know whether he did that to feel my hand on his manhood or whether it was to press his erection down by adding weight to my hand. At times I could feel his penis twitch under my hand. He didn’t attempt to touch my breasts or my pussy whilst we were watching TV.

Grandpa goes to bed early soon he announced bed time. I was only too ready to go to bed again – the night was too young at 10. No question asked when I climbed to bed with him. As grandpa approached the bed from one side, I approached it from the other – it seems the family tradition: the lady is on the left side of bed.

19) Back in bed:

As I lay down, I removed my sleep shirt and stretched myself and extended my arms over my head and held on to the head board. Grandpa looked at me amazed and said, “ I don’t see why Gavin ever left you…”

“Well, she has big boobs…” I said.

Grandpa said, “Yours are really beautiful. Nice and firm and very sensuous….”

“They are very sensuous, I agree…” I said.

Grandpa soon took off his pyjama and T-shirt. I removed my black panties and we both cuddled each other naked. Soon grandpa started fondling my breasts and kissing me. We behaved just like husband and wife getting ready for bed. We french kissed for a long time, with grandpa’s hands on my breasts and mine at his balls and penis which was now becoming erect again.

Soon grandpa mounted my body and started thrusting his penis in my cunt. He couldn’t wait to get it in! Well, it was erect, but not enough for a penetration. Grandpa then tried to push its head inside my cunt by nudging its tip with his fingers. It went in a bit but as soon as he tried thrusting in, his penis bent and wouldn’t go in any further. He made a few attempts and then rolled off me.

I said, “It’s OK. Take your time…”

I then sat by his side and took his limp manhood in my mouth and after a few minutes, it rose again in my mouth. My pussy started dripping again by this time. As soon as grandpa got a good erection, I climbed on him and impaled it successfully deep into my eager cunt. Grandpa smiled and looking up at me said, “You are too good, Wen…”

“Anything that makes you happy I’ll do for you…” I announced and started moving my vagina up and down his erection. I started coating his prick with my cunt juice again. Grandpa held me by my flanks and directed the pace of the thrusts. We would have gone on for about five minutes when grandpa’s penis slid out of my pussy limp. Grandpa said, “Sorry dear…”

“No, not at all… You shouldn’t say sorry. It is perfectly all right. My ex couldn’t penetrate me and keep it on for long enough to bring me on in the last one year of our marriage… He couldn’t care less since he was fucking that bitch and I wouldn’t excite him any more” I said. “And last week when he came, he was so eager to have sex with me. Well, he can get it from where he is supposed to…” I concluded

“Good for you, Wen, he doesn’t deserve you!” Grandpa endorsed my stance.

“Don’t worry if you take time to get it on, and you have already proved that you can. This is just an extra and I don’t mind…” I went on to pacify grandpa. I got off grandpa and lay by his side.

“Well, Wen, I started it this time. Might as well finish it off with my tongue…” and saying this grandpa sat up and crawling to the lower end of the bed positioned himself between my legs and lowered his head towards my pussy.

20) Expert cunnilinguis from grandpa:

“No… You don’t have to do it. I am alright…” Though I said this, I had already spread my legs and was eagerly waiting to receive grandpa’s tongue on my pussy lips. My rekindled sexual appetite took the better of my modesty. As grandpa put his tongue out and softly stroked the inside of my cunt flaps, I sighed and gently caressed his head and his hands. As he feasted on my cunt juice, his hands were on my breasts tenderly fondling my nipples…

“You are so loving and caring…. You do it so well…” I said as I started moaning in pleasure and ecstasy as grandpa’s expert tongue and hands pleasured me. He knew exactly where to lick how to lick and for how long. He would move between my pussy lips and then my clit. Then he would dart his tongue into my fuck hole where his penis should have been and then move back to my clit. His teeth never dug into my flesh even once…

“You have luxurious pussy, Wen…!” grandpa said.

Dad too is very appreciative of my pussy lips – he says there is enough there for a feast and enjoys running his tongue over it holding the pussy flaps between his lips…They are like the ears of an elephant and I can stretch the flap on one side across to the other to touch the inner side of my thigh on the opposite side. When my man’s lips and tongue slither over my pussy lips, the pleasure is enormous. Probably those flaps tug on my clit to add to the pleasure, I should imagine.

Soon grandpa shifted his attention from my pussy lips. He got me to lie on my side and parting my bums from behind, licked the crevice of my ass – something I love. My dad is one of the very few people who has done that. My crack was wet with my cunt juice running down. Grandpa licked my ass hole and around it as if he was relishing like licking cream off a plate. He moved his tongue back and forth between my pussy and my ass.

He spent the longest at my clitoris. And before long he gave me another one of those very sharp orgasms. As my vagina pulsated against his lips and chin, I held my pussy steady for him to get on with his expert tongue job – he knew exactly how to do cunnilinguis. I screamed in ecstasy as I clutched the bed sheet with both my hands. Grandpa kept on licking my clit till I stopped screaming and let go…

21) How soon can a man fuck again?

As soon I finished my orgasm, grandpa climbed over me and penetrated me. Yes, he had his erection back again. His entire dick was in my pussy in just a fraction of a second as he mounted me. He then went on to fuck me wild and deep but unfortunately again lost his erection in a couple of minutes and his penis slid out and couldn’t get it in again.

“Take your time. Keep it inside and when it becomes stiff enough go at it again… do it.” I encouraged grandpa. He then tried to push his flaccid penis inside my cunt with his finger like pushing a wire into a sleeve. But as soon as grandpa let go, his penis would slip out. However much I tried to relax my cunt muscles, it wasn’t lax enough for grandpa to stay in. Probably he could do with a loose vagina better, I thought. I felt sorry for the first time in my life for having a tight cunt.

“Shall I take it in the mouth?” I asked. “Try…” grandpa said.

I took grandpa’s limp penis in my mouth again. It was very slippery with my cum and was fast losing its firmness. I loved the taste and smell of my own juice. Though grandpa’s penis grew again in my mouth yet another attempt to fuck me didn’t last more that a minute.

How much age can change a man’s performance, I thought. It was about 4 hours since grandpa had last unloaded from his balls though his dick and now he can’tTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.