The exhaustion of a gruelling week, punctuated by extra hours on Saturday night, left me craving nothing but serene solitude. Instead, a family lunch loomed. At twenty-three, five years removed from my childhood home, I relished the independence and the welcome absence of my mother’s critical eye. Yet, this particular obligation was unavoidable. It was my grandfather’s seventy-fifth birthday, and with him being alone, my mother was adamant that we attend. It had been half a decade since I last saw him.
I slipped into a simple white sundress, its slender spaghetti straps negating the need for a bra. Fortunately, the snug fit of the bodice offered ample support for my chest – a minor advantage, perhaps, of a more voluptuous figure. The hemline grazed my mid-thigh, highlighting the fullness of my legs, which could certainly benefit from some sun-kissed colour. Underneath, I chose a white thong, ensuring no unsightly lines would mar the smooth fabric. Though I considered myself attractive, a persistent insecurity about my larger frame lingered. Previous encounters with men had often reinforced this, their compliments feeling hollow, merely a means to an end.
As soon as I stepped into my grandpa’s house, my mom gave me a big hug. Then, she said something teasing, which she always does, and it always bugs me a little. But Grandpa looked so happy! His whole face glowed when he saw everyone. You wouldn’t guess he was turning seventy-five years old. He had some wrinkles, but he kept active and took good care of himself, so he looked really healthy and strong for his age. I felt like I was always his favourite. He’d often visit without telling us, bringing presents just for me, never for Mom. That always made her a bit grumpy. He meant the world to me. I felt a little bad, realizing it had been a long time since I’d seen him. He pulled me into a warm, familiar hug as he welcomed me with my tits squished against him.
“Stella, my sweet girl!” he burst out, his voice full of happiness. “It’s wonderful to finally see your face!”
“Happy birthday, Grandpa!” I said back.
He let out a low chuckle, pulling me close. His hand moved slowly up and down my back, a hug I knew so well. I breathed in his familiar smell and felt a pang of how much I’d truly missed him. My arms went around his back too, squeezing tight, and I was surprised by the hard muscles under his shirt. A strange flutter hit my lower stomach, and my nipples went stiff. Embarrassed, I took a quick step back.
“Man, I am so happy to finally see you!” he said, his voice warm. “It’s been an eternity, my dear. Look at you now, all grown up. A proper woman.”
I swear his eyes flicked down to my chest staring down at my tits. My face immediately got hot, and I just gave a shrug. “Yeah, sorry about that, Grandpa. I guess I just got really tied up.”
Mom and Dad had already stepped into the dining area, leaving just Grandpa and me standing in the hallway. He shuffled closer, his hand settling gently on my shoulder. His thumb brushed against my skin, and a shiver ran right through me.
“It’s cool, Stella,” he murmured, “You wouldn’t want to spend your whole visit stuck with an old dude like me, anyway.”
I let out a little laugh and gave his arm a light tap. “You’re seriously not that old, Gramps.”
He shook his head. “Kid, I’m seventy-five. Trust me, that’s old.”
“Please, I bet you’ve got ladies falling over themselves for you! Seriously, Gramps, you’re in amazing shape for your age.”
I let my gaze travel down his body, a flush rising to my cheeks. He actually looked really good. When my eyes met his again, I saw them linger on my chest, on my tits, and I felt my face burn even hotter. A strange warmth spread through me. I swallowed hard, trying to act like nothing was happening, trying to push away what I was feeling.
“Alright, old timer, let’s grab some food,” he said.
As I walked by him, his hand brushed against my butt. It made my nipples get hard, a sharp, almost painful feeling, and my clit began to pulse. This was so wrong, thinking about my own grandpa this way. But I knew this about myself. I’d always been drawn to older people, guys or girls, it didn’t matter. My body just reacted. The only difference was, I’d never done anything about it before.
We settled into our seats at the big table. The dinner party was booming, everyone talking at once. But I couldn’t shake Grandpa’s stare. His eyes kept coming back to me, lingering, like he was looking right through my clothes. It made my skin crawl, and my tits felt like they were under a spotlight. This whole thing felt so messed up, utterly wrong. All I wanted was to bolt, to just get home.
Dessert arrived: bowls of fruit and thick cream. Grandpa’s absolute favorite. He never stopped watching me, even while he was deep in conversation with my parents. He was good at keeping Mom busy, keeping her off my back. Eventually, they got ready to leave. Of course, Mom insisted I stay behind and help Grandpa clean up. I rolled my eyes so hard behind his back as he walked them out the door.
I flew around, clearing plates and tossing them in the sink. I could still hear Mom and Dad chatting with him outside. Quickly, I scooped a couple of spoonfuls of the cream, wolfing it down. Just as the last bit hit my tongue, Grandpa ambled back in.
“Caught red-handed, Stella,” he said, a low chuckle in his voice.
My cheeks burned as I dropped the spoon into the sink with a clatter.
“Sorry, Grandpa,” I mumbled.
He moved closer, just a few inches from me, not touching but close enough to feel his warmth. My entire body tensed, suddenly super aware of him, of my own breasts pushing against my shirt.
“So, did you have a good birthday?”
I looked up. His throat moved as he swallowed, and then his eyes settled on my mouth.
“It’s my Stella. It’s been really good seeing you again.”
His voice changed, becoming deeper and rougher, a sound I’d never heard from him before. My tits tightened, and my nipples went pointy. He took a step toward me, and I instinctively stepped back. My back hit the counter, and he kept moving in.
“Grandpa?”
“My Stella. You’re not so little anymore, are you, gorgeous?”
He lifted a hand, gently holding my face. His thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping a bit of cream from the corner of my mouth. Then, his thumb slid into my mouth, going in deep. My eyes widened. I felt a strange mix of excited and utterly confused.
“Suck.”
That was all he said, as his other hand settled on my hip. My tongue nervously flicked against his thumb, and he let out a low groan. Hearing that sound, I started to suck his thumb, and he pushed it even deeper. He stepped even closer, pressing his hips against me, trapping me. I felt his hard dick pressing into me as his breathing grew heavy. He then pulled his finger out of my mouth and put it into his own, sucking on it.
“You’re so beautiful Stella. You always have been. I think you should give grandpa one more present. What do you think?”
As his hands gently caress my chest, I feel my heart racing, my nipples becoming painfully tight, and a dampness forming in my underwear. I swallow hard, trying to find the words to stop this unexpected encounter.
“Um, Grandpa, I don’t think-“
“Shh, Stella,” he interrupts, his eyes never leaving my body. “Your body tells me you want this. Don’t you want to make me happy?”
I hesitate, unsure of how to respond. He continues, slipping the straps of my dress down my shoulders. I’m too stunned to speak as my breasts spill out, hanging free.
He groans, his rough hands lifting my breasts and squeezing them. Then, he leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking, flicking, and biting gently. My body responds involuntarily, and I groan softly.
His hand slides under my dress, rubbing my soaked pussy. “Stella, you’re so wet! You’re such a naughty girl, getting all hot and bothered for your grandpa,” he murmurs against my skin.
“We shouldn’t, this is wrong,” I protest weakly, even as my body betrays my words.
He chuckles softly, his erection evident against his pants. “Too late now, Stella. You’ve got me hard for the first time in years.”
The situation is surreal, and I can’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and guilt. But as his hands and mouth continue to explore my body, I find myself losing control, swept away by the forbidden desire.
As he says this, his fingers slide past my panties and into my most intimate area. My hands instinctively grip his shoulders, holding on tight.
“Oh, grandpa!” I exclaim, my voice filled with surprise and a hint of embarrassment.
He quiets me by squeezing my breast and kissing me fiercely. I moan as his fingers pump into my wet and waiting pussy. My grandpa is really finger fucking me right now, and I’m kissing him back just as passionately. I let go of his shoulders and move my hands to his hair, gripping tightly as I kiss him back with the same intensity. My hips grind against his hand, the palm pressing against my clit.
He breaks the kiss and begins to kiss and suck my neck. He nibbles on my earlobe before whispering in my ear.
“Come for me, my little Stella. Let yourself go and cum all over my fingers,” he says in a husky voice.
I obey his command, my body trembling and convulsing as I reach my climax. My grip on him tightens as my pussy clenches around his fingers. He continues to gently rub my sensitive area, allowing me to ride out my orgasm.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice filled with pride and affection.
He pulled his fingers out, gave one a lick, then pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them clean, making a low sound as his hand stroked my hair. My mind was still fuzzy from what just happened. He took my hand and led me into the living room. He slid my dress off, then my underwear too.
I stood naked in front of him while he walked around me. His hand drifted over my stomach, then along my butt. He stopped behind me, stroking each cheek. I heard the sounds of his belt and his zipper. Next thing I knew, I felt his hard-on nudging me from behind, rubbing back and forth in my butt crack.
“Grandpa!”
My voice caught, but he quickly pushed me down onto the couch. My knees were right on the edge. My big butt and pussy were totally exposed.
“You’ve got such a beautiful pussy,” he said. “Stop fighting this, Stella.”
He ran his finger between my lips, moving up to my hole and circling it.
“You know you want this.”
He knelt down behind me, leaned in close, and took a deep sniff of my pussy. The next thing I felt was his tongue licking between my lips, pushing against my pussy opening.
“Oh damn! Grandpa!”
He groans and moans, devouring me like a man starved.
“Stella, you taste so fucking incredible!”
“Fuck, grandpa! You’re -oh- so good at that.”
His tongue continues to work its magic, moving from my pussy up to my asshole. He licks my ass, his fingers sliding inside my soaked pussy, fucking me again. I quickly come undone and collapse onto the couch, my breathing heavy and erratic. I just experienced two orgasms from my grandpa. What the hell?
He sits down next to me, caressing my hair as I sit up. It’s then when I notice his cock. He goes from stroking my hair to gripping the nape of my neck. Bringing my face close, he starts kissing me passionately. Making me taste myself on him. I moan at the taste, my hand resting on his belly. He grabs my wrist and puts my hand on his cock. It’s such a big, thick, and meaty cock. I grip him and start stroking him, using the precum to lube him up.
Without a word, he pushes my head down onto his shaft. Gripping my hair, he brings my mouth to the tip. I don’t hesitate now, and take him in. He hisses as he pushes my head down, my lips stretching around him. My nose brushes against his pubic hair before he pulls me back up. He thrusts his hips up, fucking my face. I gag a little as he hits the back of my throat, and drool starts to escape.
“Fuck. Ugh, you’re such a good granddaughter, such a good slut for your grandpa, aren’t you Stella? Taking my cock like a good girl. I bet you can’t wait for me to put it in your pussy.”
I groan as I feel my lower area contract on its own. His words are causing me to crave more. I suck harder on his manhood, but he quickly pulls me off, sending me tumbling onto my back. He stands up swiftly and spreads my legs wide. Aligning his member with my entrance, he thrusts inside in one smooth motion. My sensitive area feels stretched to its limit.
“Oh, Grandpa! You’re so big,” I gasp.
“You’re so tight around my cock, my little Stella. You’re gripping me so well,” he replies.
He begins to move inside me, thrusting with a force I didn’t know was possible. He hits a spot deep inside me that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He lifts my legs up, positioning them just behind my knees, almost bending me in half.
“Oh my God! So deep! Jesus Christ! Fuck!” I moan.
“Rub your clit for me, Stella,” he commands.
My fingers instinctively start rubbing my clit, which is now throbbing with desire.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” he says, thrusting even harder.
The intense feeling was almost too much, and I could tell I was about to reach my peak. My fingers sped up, bringing me closer to letting go.
I kept moving against him as he pushed into me hard. One of his hands went to my neck while his dick went in and out of my pussy. His balls smacked against my butt. He held my throat, but not too tight, I could still breathe okay. Everything felt super tense inside me. Then, out of nowhere, I climaxed. It was so strong I saw white and everything went blurry. I yelled his name as my body shook all over. He started to move in a quick, choppy way.
“No, no, pull out, don’t come inside…” It was too late. He pushed in one last time, made a sound, and then filled me with his cum before falling onto me, his dick still deep inside.
We were both breathing really hard, trying to get our breath back before he moved off me. He gave me a quick, gentle kiss as he leaned back. My legs were draped over his lap, and he gently stroked my calf.
“You’re such a great girl, Stella,” he said. “That was incredible. Best birthday ever.”
I sat up and moved my legs off him. As I did, I felt his cum leak out of me.
“Grandpa!” I yelled. “We didn’t use a condom! Damn, we should have! Oh my god, this is so, so wrong!”
“Stella. Relax. We’re both grown-ups who agreed to this. It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not!” I shouted back. “You’re my damn grandpa and you came inside my pussy! I am not on the pill for fuck sake.”
“Sweetie I can’t have children no more you are completely safe honey,” he said to reassure me.
I sighed in relief, feeling the tension leave my body. “Really? You can’t have kids anymore?”
He nodded, his expression softening. “Yes, Stella. I had a vasectomy a long time ago.”
I took a deep breath, still trying to process everything that had just happened. My grandpa and I had just had the most intense, passionate sex, and I wasn’t even sure how to feel about it. On one hand, it was incredibly wrong, and I knew we shouldn’t have done it. But on the other hand, it was the most mind-blowing experience of my life, and I couldn’t deny that I wanted more.
As if reading my thoughts, he pulled me close and kissed me gently. “Stella, I know this was unexpected, and I know we shouldn’t have done this. But I can’t deny the connection I feel with you. You’re a beautiful, intelligent, and strong woman, and I can’t help but be drawn to you.”
I blushed at his words, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I feel it too, Grandpa. But we can’t let this happen again. It’s just too wrong.”
He nodded, but there was a glint in his eye that told me he wasn’t completely convinced. “You’re right, Stella. We can’t let this happen again. But I also know that I’ll never forget the way you felt around my cock, or the way you tasted when I licked your pussy. And I know that if the opportunity presents itself again, I won’t be able to resist you.”
I bit my lip, feeling a mixture of excitement and guilt. “Grandpa, we really shouldn’t…”
But before I could finish my sentence, he kissed me again, this time more passionately. I moaned into his mouth, feeling my body respond to his touch. I knew we shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me too.
He pulled away, leaving me breathless and wanting more. “I know, Stella. We shouldn’t. But I can’t promise you that I won’t try to seduce you again.”
I smiled, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear. “Well, Grandpa, I guess we’ll just have to see what happens.”
And with that, we both knew that this wasn’t the end of our forbidden love affair. We would continue to push the boundaries, exploring our desires and trying to resist the temptation that we both knew was too strong to ignore. And as we lay there in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for us, and how long we could keep our secret before the rest of the world found out.