My name is David Burke, I am a-20 year-old college student. I enjoy working out, partying, and playing video games, you know usual college kid stuff. But in my spare time I also enjoy reading erotica online. I found this website called literotica about 4 years ago and I've been hooked ever since.
My favorite categories are: Mature, Milf, Mother or mom, housewives, cougar or just taboo in general. But lately I found all these grandmother stories and started to become obsessed with them. At first, I thought they were going to be a little weird, but that wasn't the case.
Just the idea of banging a neglected granny made me cum hard every time. That“s when I started becoming obsessed with my grandmother.
Her name is Jane, and she has this happy, bubbly- personality. She“s always in a good mood. You know like every other grandmother. After her husband died 6 years ago, she started going to church to be part of one those "praying" groups, to keep her mind occupied I suppose. My grandmother always had a nice figure but ever since my grandfather died, she took dieting and exercising more seriously. My guess is that she did not want to fall into a deep depression.
I always wondered if my grandmother ever felt lonely, you know, if she ever missed "male companionship".
This is when my fixation started. Now don“t get me wrong, I“m not saying she looks like an 18-year-old or something like that, but she looks really good for her age. She has a trim waist, sexy mature hips, what looked like a firm ass and set of big full tits.
Sometimes she wore sundresses with thin straps that gave her a very nice, deep, creamy white cleavage. I just wanted to bury my face in her tits and suck her nipples.
Long story short every time I read one those granny stories, I ended blowing my load thinking of my church-going grandmother just bouncing up and down my hard cock, moaning like a bitch in heat.
This summer my parents told me they were going on a second honeymoon across Europe and I couldn“t come with them, for obvious reasons. I was excited because I was gonna have the whole house for myself, but my hopes and dreams where quickly crushed when mom told me that grandma was coming to stay with me.
"Jesus... Way to shit on my summer mom." I told her, annoyed that my summer plans were ruined before they even began.
"Excuse me?! What did you say?!" said my mom, clearly pissed. I knew that wasn't the best choice of words, but I was annoyed. I had already started making plans and everything.
"Mom it's just...Don't get me wrong. I love grandma and everything but why is she coming here? I don't need a babysitter. I“m 20 years old!"
"David, when we told her about our trip, she told us she wanted to come over to spend some time with you, but if you want to be a little brat about it, you can call her yourself and tell her you don“t want her here annoying you" Mom said, clearly pissed about my attitude.
"And don't you ever curse at me again! You're lucky I'm in a good mood since I'm going to Italy in a couple of days."
"Jeez! Alright! calm down... I just wanted to enjoy my summer a little."
"She's not gonna be here the whole summer David, so it“s not the end of the world. You can still hang out with your friends." Dad said, walking into the room. My dad has always been the cool dad. I knew he understood what I meant but it was just not worth fighting with mom over this.
"Yeah, ok, whatever," I mumbled.
But then I thought that it wouldn“t be so bad having her walking around the house in those outfits I like so much.
Just the thought of my grandmother wearing those sundresses I like so much, while she bakes or cleans around the house made my cock twitch.
The day before my parents left for Europe, my grandmother arrived.
I came down to say hi and she looked good as always. She was wearing a green V-neck short sleeve shirt and a nice pair of blue jeans that make her ass look wonderful.
"Hi, David! Come here darling. Give grandma a hug." she beamed, walking up to me and giving me a hug.
I could feel her soft tits pressed on my chest, and she smelled fantastic as well. I hugged her tightly, trying to feel those big tits on my chest as much as I could. I roamed my hands up and down her back and waist as well. But had to make it quick since I could feel my cock begin to stir.
Grandma was like 5“6, so she felt small on my 6“4 frame.
"Hi gran, long time no see. How are you?"
"Oh, you know, sweetie same old stuff. How about you, David? You better stop growing," she said smiling up at me.
"Nothing new really. College, working out, hanging out with friends. You know the usual." I answered, giving a shrug.
After some quick catching up. Grandma went up to the guest room, and later helped Mom finish packing. I went to my room, locked the door and had a toe-curling orgasm, remembering my grandmother's tits pressed against my chest.
I thought I would have to drive them to the airport, but dad hired this fancy limousine. Apparently, he was going all out on this "second honeymoon".
It was the Tuesday afternoon after my parents left when I came into the kitchen and saw some cooking supplies on the counter. I knew grandma was gonna bake something. That“s when she came out from the pantry holding a box of baking soda.
But what immediately caught my attention was the light-blue sundress she was wearing. "Holy shit," I muttered. I couldn't stop staring at her deep cleavage and those creamy-white globes that jiggled with every step she took. Her brown hair braided and hanging down her back, she looked so fucking beautiful.
"Davey, hi sweetie. I'm gonna bake some cookies, or do you prefer brownies?" she asked, smiling at me.
Her question snapped me out of my trance and managed to mumble, "uh yeah, cookies sound good.... thanks" I sounded like a dumbass.
"Cookies it is, then. Do you want a drink? I made lemonade."
"Yeah, I“ll take some lemonade."
I stayed and we started talking about regular stuff like college, plans after college, and my friends.
"So, David. Any girlfriend you havent told me about?... or girlfriends?" she said with a mischievous smile.
I laughed. "No, not really., I've been on a couple of dates here and there, but some of those girls are just...immature sometimes even shallow. I feel like I can't even have a proper conversation with some of them."
She started saying something, but I was just lost staring at her cleavage. I was just obsessed like that.
"I know there has to be a nice girl somewhere in that big college dear." I heard her say.
She looked at me and I immediately looked up. She just caught me staring at her cleavage. I didn't know what to do or say. To say I was embarrassed would be an understatement. I could feel my face burning a little, but grandma just looked at me for a couple of seconds and gave me a smile.
I had to get out of there, the silence was killing me.
"David, dear, I“ll call you when the cookies are ready," she said, giving me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. God, she smelt great as well!
"Su..sure," I said, exiting the kitchen as quickly as possible.
I ran upstairs to my room to jack off, again. Her tits, the kiss, and her scent had my dick as hard as a piece of steel.
I didn“t even look for a video, I just pictured myself pulling down the straps of her dress, sucking her nipples, then bending her over the counter and fucking her until she pissed herself.
"Oh, grandma." I moaned as I blew my load all over the carpet.
It was one of those toe curling, eye rolling orgasms...fuck it felt so good.
Like 10 seconds later grandma knocked on my door to ask me if I wanted frosted cookies or just chocolate chip. The knocking scared me so badly, I almost fell from my chair.
"No..um..chocolate chip is good," I answered, struggling to sound normal.
"Holy shit! What if she heard me?!"
I thought. "No way, I don“t think I was that loud," I muttered.
Forty-five minutes later I went down to get some cookies, told her they were really good, and went up to my room. Even though I wanted to stay near her, I just didn“t want to get caught being a pervert again.
Later that night I came down and saw she was in the living room reading a book.
"Hey, gran, what are you reading?"
"Oh, just a book about life lessons on how you should just enjoy yourself while you“re alive, not to dwell on the past."
"That“s deep stuff right there," I said sitting next to her.
"How about we watch a movie? We can go downstairs and watch it on the big screen," I suggested. Dad had the basement into a home movie theater.
"Sure, let's go, dear. I“m just gonna change into something more comfortable," she said, walking making her to the stairs.
I went to the basement to get everything ready. I chose a movie called "Live by Night" with Ben Affleck. I was pretty sure grandma hadn“t seen this movie.
I heard steps coming down the stairs, but what I saw, I“ll never forget.
My grandmother changed into a long, black silk nightgown, with lace straps. It gave her a nice deep cleavage, as she walked to the couch I could see the deep curve of her ass. It was a little dark, so I couldn“t really tell if she was wearing panties or not. I like to think she wasn't wearing any.
She had also let her hair fall down past her shoulders. God, she looked fucking hot! There was no way I was going to focus on the movie now.
"Sweetie, can you get me a glass of red wine?"
"Sure." I said, walking to the bar.
When I returned, she patted the seat next to her. I sat down and she cuddled up to me.
I put my arm around her, and she snuggled closer. Since I'm taller than her, I had a perfect view of her cleavage from above. I could feel my cock start to thicken inside my boxers. I just wanted to lean in, kiss her neck, and work my way down.
Maybe like 40 minutes into the movie, they started fucking
.
There was a lot of fucking. If I had known, I would've never picked that movie.
"You“ve gotta be shittin me.
" I thought.
My grandma never said anything, she just kept on watching. At this point my cock was almost full mast. I started squirming a little trying to comfortable, but didn“t want to make it too obvious.
Then my grandma started rubbing her soft hand on my leg, going up and down, lightly caressing my thigh. I started feeling a little hot...this was bad. I tried thinking about something else. Anything, but her hand felt so good. I couldn't focus on anything else.
Her hand just kept going, then started going upwards. At this point I started to panic a little. She was getting really close to throbbing cock.
"Um..gran-grandma...?" I stuttered.
"Yes, dear?" she said, never looking at me.