The Liberation Of Father Mortimer
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It was the Christmas holidays. My
mother's parents were staying with us for a few days.
My relationship with my granny was somewhat formal but
I was always close with Grandpa. He had taught me card
games and chess and he talked to me like an adult,
which I always appreciated.
Something had happened and I was sulking. I'd gone to
my room and had been there a while when Grandpa knocked
on the door and cracked it open. I didn't mind seeing
him and was actually glad that he'd cared enough to
come see me. He came in and just casually asked me what
I was doing.
The conversation was light and he came and sat on the
bed near to me. I was on the floor for some reason.
After a little preamble he asked what was wrong and I
told him the story (whatever it was). He was
sympathetic and encouraging and I felt close to him and
appreciative.
Then he reached down and pulled me gently under my arms
so I'd slide closer to him. I slid willingly and I was
now between his legs. I remember feeling excited and
nervous. I knew I was closer to him than was normal and
I felt that he knew it too. I didn't know what it
meant, though I suppose I may have known in some part
of me or I wouldn't have felt excited.
The conversation continued but it was less detailed. I
wasn't paying much attention to it as I was intoxicated
with the sense of experiencing a naughty secret. After
a little while he put a hand on my shoulder and
massaged it a little. Then he put his other hand
through my hair and played with it. By this time
neither of us was talking.
I was terrified but also, definitely, excited. I
remember that I felt very loved too. My favourite
grandparent was showing me I was special. I don't
recall if I was frozen or if I gave some sign that I
was as excited as I was, but after a short time he
slipped off the bed and was sitting behind me on the
floor. I had to move forward a little to accommodate
him and moving made me feel guilty and complicit and
numb with the nervous thrill all through me.
I was wearing shorts at the time. The kind with a
button and a zip. I don't know why as it was winter. On
top I was wearing just a t-shirt. I could feel his body
behind me and he wrapped his arms around me and held me
the way a Grandpa always holds his grandson, gently and
lovingly. But I knew this was different. I was silent
and let him hold me.
It seemed to last for a long time and I must have been
tense because he reached up to my head and lent it
against his chest. I didn't resist. I felt powerless to
resist and I knew that I didn't want to resist. I was
glad to feel powerless as it stopped me feeling guilty
(though obviously those thought weren't consciously
thought at the time). Anyway it worked. With my head
against his chest I felt myself exhale and relax and I
felt comfortable and safe. He sensed it and I felt him
sense it as he relaxed too and I lay against him like
that for some time.
Looking back those minutes spent in my imagination were
the most sexually charged of all as I felt comfortable
enough to be fully aware of what was happening. I was
being touched by my Grandfather and no-one must ever
no. I was fully aware that this was a secret forever
between us. Perhaps he knew I knew that as he never
told me to keep it secret. That was the kind of respect
he gave me that made me want to be worthy of him. Both
in the best possible way (the person I wished to be)
and in the naughty way too. After this night I would
always be most thrilled when I knew I had turned him on
unusually intensely.
I glanced up at the door and realized that he'd locked
it coming in. I realized that he must have known that
he wanted this and that thought emboldened me. I
supposed it made me feel desired and I stirred against
him to provoke some reaction. I just moved a little as
if to make myself more comfortable but, in relaxing
against him again, I knew that I was telling him that I
wanted to be where I was. When I settled in against him
again I could feel his penis. I hadn't noticed it
before and it was a sudden sensation when I knew it was
there and hard and touching me through our clothes but
I wasn't scared. I was extremely curious.
I moved again so I could feel it move against me and
I'm sure my intention wasn't lost on him as he began to
explore my chest (outside my t-shirt) with his hands.
And his hands soon moved to my hips. I became nervous
again. I knew what happened next and I wasn't sure I
was ready. But I couldn't say or do anything to change
anything. I felt in his complete control.
He moved his hand to the button on my shorts slowly to
gauge my reaction. I gave none. Then he fumbled for a
moment to undo them and I sucked my breath in to give
him better movement and I knew this made me an
accomplice. He undid the button and then the zip. He
pulled the fly apart exposing the top of my underwear.
I was hard and I realized he could tell by looking
(maybe not but I thought so then and it made me feel
exposed).
He pulled my body closer to his so I was sitting
upright firmly against him, his erection against my
back twitched. He pushed his hands inside my shorts and
I lifted to give my shorts room for him. He was
covering my dick. I was twitching too and I felt
flushed and I was suddenly scared I might pee. I pulled
away from him and sat, looking away a few feet from
him. He understood I think as he stood up and helped me
up and led me toward the bed.
He sat me down and then lay me down. I didn't look at
his face but I watched his hands move to my shorts and
tug on them. I lifted my butt up and he pulled them off
me. Then he sat next to me and pulled my underpants
(whities) down exposing my hard little dick that stood
up straight and throbbed. I wanted him to touch it. I
felt about to burst and I knew I needed him to touch
me. He paused and I looked away embarrassed at being so
'seen'. Then he squeezed me between his thumb and
forefinger and I felt something that I'd never felt
before.
I wanted him to touch me so much but I wanted to be
alone too. I was overwhelmed with nervousness and
longing and I felt out of control. I closed my eyes
while he moved his finger and thumb up and down me,
masturbating me for the first time. I let him do this
for a little while but began to feel like I couldn't
continue and I rolled over away from him without a
word.
And without a word he let go of me, covered me with the
edge of the bed covers and left the room. And I lay
there until my mother came upstairs. I said I was sick
and she let me sleep without much fuss. And I lay there
going over what had happened and feeling alternately
guilty and thrilled until I fell asleep.
That was my first time with my Grandpa. It wasn't my
last. Perhaps I'll share more another time.
mother's parents were staying with us for a few days.
My relationship with my granny was somewhat formal but
I was always close with Grandpa. He had taught me card
games and chess and he talked to me like an adult,
which I always appreciated.
Something had happened and I was sulking. I'd gone to
my room and had been there a while when Grandpa knocked
on the door and cracked it open. I didn't mind seeing
him and was actually glad that he'd cared enough to
come see me. He came in and just casually asked me what
I was doing.
The conversation was light and he came and sat on the
bed near to me. I was on the floor for some reason.
After a little preamble he asked what was wrong and I
told him the story (whatever it was). He was
sympathetic and encouraging and I felt close to him and
appreciative.
Then he reached down and pulled me gently under my arms
so I'd slide closer to him. I slid willingly and I was
now between his legs. I remember feeling excited and
nervous. I knew I was closer to him than was normal and
I felt that he knew it too. I didn't know what it
meant, though I suppose I may have known in some part
of me or I wouldn't have felt excited.
The conversation continued but it was less detailed. I
wasn't paying much attention to it as I was intoxicated
with the sense of experiencing a naughty secret. After
a little while he put a hand on my shoulder and
massaged it a little. Then he put his other hand
through my hair and played with it. By this time
neither of us was talking.
I was terrified but also, definitely, excited. I
remember that I felt very loved too. My favourite
grandparent was showing me I was special. I don't
recall if I was frozen or if I gave some sign that I
was as excited as I was, but after a short time he
slipped off the bed and was sitting behind me on the
floor. I had to move forward a little to accommodate
him and moving made me feel guilty and complicit and
numb with the nervous thrill all through me.
I was wearing shorts at the time. The kind with a
button and a zip. I don't know why as it was winter. On
top I was wearing just a t-shirt. I could feel his body
behind me and he wrapped his arms around me and held me
the way a Grandpa always holds his grandson, gently and
lovingly. But I knew this was different. I was silent
and let him hold me.
It seemed to last for a long time and I must have been
tense because he reached up to my head and lent it
against his chest. I didn't resist. I felt powerless to
resist and I knew that I didn't want to resist. I was
glad to feel powerless as it stopped me feeling guilty
(though obviously those thought weren't consciously
thought at the time). Anyway it worked. With my head
against his chest I felt myself exhale and relax and I
felt comfortable and safe. He sensed it and I felt him
sense it as he relaxed too and I lay against him like
that for some time.
Looking back those minutes spent in my imagination were
the most sexually charged of all as I felt comfortable
enough to be fully aware of what was happening. I was
being touched by my Grandfather and no-one must ever
no. I was fully aware that this was a secret forever
between us. Perhaps he knew I knew that as he never
told me to keep it secret. That was the kind of respect
he gave me that made me want to be worthy of him. Both
in the best possible way (the person I wished to be)
and in the naughty way too. After this night I would
always be most thrilled when I knew I had turned him on
unusually intensely.
I glanced up at the door and realized that he'd locked
it coming in. I realized that he must have known that
he wanted this and that thought emboldened me. I
supposed it made me feel desired and I stirred against
him to provoke some reaction. I just moved a little as
if to make myself more comfortable but, in relaxing
against him again, I knew that I was telling him that I
wanted to be where I was. When I settled in against him
again I could feel his penis. I hadn't noticed it
before and it was a sudden sensation when I knew it was
there and hard and touching me through our clothes but
I wasn't scared. I was extremely curious.
I moved again so I could feel it move against me and
I'm sure my intention wasn't lost on him as he began to
explore my chest (outside my t-shirt) with his hands.
And his hands soon moved to my hips. I became nervous
again. I knew what happened next and I wasn't sure I
was ready. But I couldn't say or do anything to change
anything. I felt in his complete control.
He moved his hand to the button on my shorts slowly to
gauge my reaction. I gave none. Then he fumbled for a
moment to undo them and I sucked my breath in to give
him better movement and I knew this made me an
accomplice. He undid the button and then the zip. He
pulled the fly apart exposing the top of my underwear.
I was hard and I realized he could tell by looking
(maybe not but I thought so then and it made me feel
exposed).
He pulled my body closer to his so I was sitting
upright firmly against him, his erection against my
back twitched. He pushed his hands inside my shorts and
I lifted to give my shorts room for him. He was
covering my dick. I was twitching too and I felt
flushed and I was suddenly scared I might pee. I pulled
away from him and sat, looking away a few feet from
him. He understood I think as he stood up and helped me
up and led me toward the bed.
He sat me down and then lay me down. I didn't look at
his face but I watched his hands move to my shorts and
tug on them. I lifted my butt up and he pulled them off
me. Then he sat next to me and pulled my underpants
(whities) down exposing my hard little dick that stood
up straight and throbbed. I wanted him to touch it. I
felt about to burst and I knew I needed him to touch
me. He paused and I looked away embarrassed at being so
'seen'. Then he squeezed me between his thumb and
forefinger and I felt something that I'd never felt
before.
I wanted him to touch me so much but I wanted to be
alone too. I was overwhelmed with nervousness and
longing and I felt out of control. I closed my eyes
while he moved his finger and thumb up and down me,
masturbating me for the first time. I let him do this
for a little while but began to feel like I couldn't
continue and I rolled over away from him without a
word.
And without a word he let go of me, covered me with the
edge of the bed covers and left the room. And I lay
there until my mother came upstairs. I said I was sick
and she let me sleep without much fuss. And I lay there
going over what had happened and feeling alternately
guilty and thrilled until I fell asleep.
That was my first time with my Grandpa. It wasn't my
last. Perhaps I'll share more another time.
Virginia
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