When my brother married and left home I finally got the use of our bedroom to myself, he left behind his porn stash saying he wouldn’t be needing it any more. I can well believe that after the vivid stories he told me about his then girlfriend and her mother and aunt. I noticed too, that his father-in-law was a physical sort of man when in the company of my brother. Whether my brother was bi or not I really couldn’t say for sure although I strongly suspected it, he never actually said so.
When he was at living at home we thought nothing of jerking off in the same room while watching the same porn video. Sometimes we read stories to each other from magazines or web sites. Occasionally we would go into lurid detail about recent dates each of us had. One night my brother began a story about his future wife who liked anal, a lot. It was a lengthy tale and he told it to me while I moved about the bedroom, sorting the tv, fixing up my bed and so on, and all the while my dick rubbing the inside of my loose fitting trousers, making a sizeable tent.
Richard, that was his name, was laid back on his bed reliving his own experiences with his large, long cock in one hand and his filled balls cupped in the palm of the other. As the story progressed I sat on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes, took my cock from my trousers and let my imagination wander. When the story reached the part about his girlfriends’ mother catching the two of them together and then instead of embarrassment or anger showed willing and eager, my grip became firm and the strokes rapid. At the point when his girlfriend sat on her mothers’ face while Richard slid his length into her hungry, hairy cunt I almost literally exploded across the length of the room.
When Richards’ voice stilled and became low moans of pleasure I opened my eyes and saw to my astonishment that his belly and chest were splattered with what must have been my ejaculate. Must have been mine, because he was pounding hard and fast on his own meat and came himself half a minute later, hitting his own chin and throat.
I was dumbfounded. He looked across dreamily and smiled.
Then it became an exciting ritual. Richard would tell me in as much detail as possible about shagging his girlfriend, her mother and sometimes her aunty. I would hold on, spell bound until I was ready to unload. He would grin as I crossed the room and spilled my white spume across his face, chest and belly.
But now I have the room to myself, except when Granma visits.
The first time Granma stayed it was very late at night when she said she’d better head for home. My parents wouldn’t dream of her leaving the house on such a cold, miserable night and offered her my room to sleep in. I was fine with that. I’d slept on the couch many times but Granma wouldn’t hear of it and insisted that I sleep in my own bed and she would have the spare, Richards’ old bed. Neither of us had anything the other hadn’t seen before so it was only sensible. Dad looked at Mum and she at him and they both shrugged their shoulders; ok.
Granma is a white haired old lady, in her sixties and she is actually my fathers’ grandmother. My fathers’ mother is often mortified at the way her mother dresses at her age. With strapless tops and skirts up to here. She ought to be ashamed. I like Granma. She has a very decent body for someone her age, a bit broad across the behind and lovely large breasts with ample amounts of cleavage which get lower as the years go by.
Well the first night Granma stayed I had gone to my bed and was woken a while later by the opening of the door, spilling light across the bedroom floor. My sleep-filled eyes hazily made a silhouette of Granma entering.
My usual sexual couplings most often took the form of semi-dressed bunk-ups and it had been a while since I had seen a woman naked in front of me, even an old saggy woman like Granma, so I lay quietly in my lidded eyes feigning sleep. When Granma inquired in the dark “Are you asleep Goergie?” I made silence my answer.
