Granny's Dirty Boy

One from 2019. My old ricky_writer ID got kicked [for some reason these xHamster dickheads won't make clear. So far they've ignored my questions as to why they pulled that ID]. This scene was in my posts section under that name, and in the old stories section, too; before they shut that forum down. Anyway, here it is. A shirt stroker I hope you get some enjoyment out of.

I'll be putting the old scenes back up as I progress, plus new stories as they develop.

Apologies for any typos and errors in the text.

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Ricky - Cambridgeshire, UK - 16 June 2022.

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“Good, you’re here,” my grandmother said.

“I came as fast as I could,” I said in reply.

“You’re a good boy. Come in.” She opened the door wider to allow me access. “Quickly,” my grandmother added. “Get inside.”

Her urgency puzzled me, but I forgot about that when I stepped into the house.

“What’s this about?” I asked, nonplussed by the incongruous high heels and towelling robe.

“I want a word,” my grandmother said, sharp in her tone.

Confused and anxious, I felt my insides go loose, fear a visceral squeeze in the pit of my stomach. “I … I don’t understand,” I stammered.

My grandmother rounded on me. She confronted me face-to-face, her own uptilted despite the inches the heels added to her height. “Sneaking around,” she said, glaring at me.

I knew what she was talking about but played it like I didn’t have a clue.

“Don’t give me a load of bollocks,” my grandmother said when I feigned ignorance. “Dirty little fucker,” she added.

The profanity shocked me as much as a physical slap. I’d never heard my grandmother utter any obscenity stronger that bloody or damn, so to hear the f-word from her had me gaping in awe.

“My bedroom,” she said. “Looking through my personal things. Private, intimate things. You had no business snooping, you nasty, filthy boy.”

Reeling from the verbal assault, I just gawked, mouth hanging slack.

“Did you like what you found?”

Stunned, I couldn’t respond.

“Did you play with yourself?”

I finally found the wherewithal to croak, “Gran, I’m sorry.”

My grandmother snorted and folded her arms. “Bollocks,” she said. “Sorry you got caught. But, tell me, did you play with yourself? Did you look at those magazines and wank?”

Sensations tumbled and mixed when I recalled the shock of what I’d found in my grandmother’s bedside cabinet. Unbidden, and despite the confusion of the situation just inside the front door of my grandmother’s cottage, my cock thickened and grew.

“I bet you did,” my grandmother went on. “Filthy little bastard. I’ll just bet you did. I know what boys are like. I brought up three sons. I can remember. Your dad and uncles…” She tutted and rolled her eyes before going on to say, “Their bedding was disgusting. Spunk on the sheets.”

Again, battered by the barrage of words and unable to speak, all I could do was look at her.

“You want to see what I’m wearing under my dressing gown?”

I blinked, thrown by the question.

“Not a lot,” my grandmother added. “Stockings and a suspender-belt. That’s all.”

“Gran,” I managed to gurgle.

“Want to see?”

Before my brain could register the full implications of what she’d just said, lust ballooned inside me. My cock pulsed with desire, yearning clogging my throat.

“You have no fucking idea,” my grandmother breathed, fire in her eyes. “Those magazines you found…? Those filthy women fucking in the pictures…? I’m as bad, if not worse. All that sex? I’ve done all of that, Carl. I’m such a mucky old tart. I love everything to do with sex. I tell you,” she said, snarling the words while pointing at me. “I really do love being a wicked woman. You don’t know about it, Carl, but I’ve done some really filthy things in my time. I just get so fucking randy. It makes me wild. Like now. Like this. With you. I’m wearing stockings and suspenders under here. If you want me to, I’ll take it off. I’ll show you, Carl. You want me to do it? You want to see me that way?”

The single word came up from the depths. It was thick and dark and clotted with the rush of desire. “Yes,” I said, uttering the word before I knew what I was saying.

“Good boy,” my grandmother said through a grin. When my grandmother gave me that smirk, I didn’t recognise her. It wasn’t a look I’d ever seen on her face. It was hungry and lupine, sly and dirty, an expression of her darkest desires.

I groaned when she unbelted the robe and shrugged it from her shoulders.

“I’m not one of those tight, stringy old bitches who goes to a gym,” my grandmother said on a sigh. “But I’m not in bad nick. At least that’s what I’m told.”

My eyes were all over her body, my attention going from the honey-blonde hair and red-painted smile to the elegant shoes strapped at her ankles. On the way down, I saw the blue-beaded necklace, her breasts and button-nipples, those points of flesh cantered in the coins of their areolae. I was only vaguely aware of the striae, the physical evidence of how she’d carried and borne my father and uncles, my focus locked to her vulva, the skin smooth and hairless.

“Oh fuck,” I heard myself gasp, thrilled by the ensemble of her stockings and suspender-belt.

“Is that good?”

I saw the amused twinkle in her eyes after she said it, her expression all about how confident she was at my admiration.

My grandmother didn’t waste any time. While I was still boggling, she moved in close.

“Let me see the cock,” she said, gasping it out.

She unbuttoned my jeans, cursing when she fumbled with the fastening, unzipping the flies before tugging the lot down to my thighs.

“Lovely,” my grandmother said on a sigh. “Nineteen and gorgeous. God, Carl, you’ve turned into a lovely young man.”

I blurted in shock when her fingers curled around my erection.

“Let me do it,” she said, stroking the length. “I told you, I’m a dirty old bitch. I love boys and their big fucking cocks. This is so stiff. Just relax and let your grandma take care of you. Don’t worry,” she added, smiling at me. “You won’t get in trouble. I want to do this, Carl. We can talk about it later. For now, you just enjoy it. Trust me, I’m fucking loving it, darling.”

Then, after several tugs at my cock, my grandmother held onto the thing and led me into the living room just along the hall. She sat on the sofa and moved me into position so I was standing in front of her. After that she caressed my cock some more, adding to the shocks by next, after grinning up at me, she pursed her lips and sucked at the bulb.

Cum spat out of my cock. My grandmother had sucked and wanked my dick for less than a minute, my excitement so great I groaned and felt the jizm pulse through my core.

“Oh!” my grandmother yelped when the stuff flicked into her hair. “Fuck, Carl, you’re coming!” she squeaked, spunk splashing across her cheek.

I snorted and gasped, semen issuing forth in thick, gooey bursts, gloop spattering over my grandmother’s skin. By the time the deluge was over she had blobs of cum on her breasts, snotty ropes of it in her hair and clinging to her shoulder while more of the mess sat in glistening gobbets on her stockings.

“Too much for you, eh?” she asked, surveying the carnage. “God, I’m plastered in spunk,” my grandmother added. “Is it always like that? Do you always come so much?”

I didn’t answer because I couldn’t. All I could do was suck in air and gasp out, “Oh fuck … Oh, gran … I don’t believe it.”

My grandmother rose to her feet. She smeared cum over her body, sliding a finger between her legs as she diddled herself. “Can you stay hard?” she asked, voice creaking in her arousal. “Does it stay stiff? You’re young, I bet that thing’ll stay hard for hours. Even if you’ve just come…”

The moment of penetration will stay etched into my mind. My grandmother was on the sofa, laid into the corner, legs wide, labia splayed. Her skin glistened with spunk as she grinned at me; eyes heavy-lidded with need when she offered herself.

“You want to fuck me?” she asked, two fingers squelching inside her body up to the knuckles. “Make up your mind. This is a one-off. I wasn’t going to go so far with you but I’m so fucking randy. I won’t be like this again, Carl. I won’t be so bloody turned on for you again. This is your chance. You want to fuck your grandma? Well, here it is. I’m giving you this one chance.”

“You’re fucking lovely,” I groaned, cranking my dick.

“So are you,” my grandmother replied. “That’s why I want us to do it. I must be bonkers, but I want us to do it together.”

I moved without thinking about what I was doing. I sort of understood the enormity of putting my cock into her body. She was may grandmother. We were related by blood. She’d birthed my father. It would be i****t.

“This isn’t happening,” I said, groaning it out.

“Oh God, yes, it is,” my grandmother sighed.

I was between her legs, my cock in my hand, the bulb aimed at her body.

“You’re going to fuck me … Jesus, Carl, you’re actually going to do it!”

I moved to take the strain off my knees. Then, as my grandmother sounded surprised, I eased in closer, the cock-head nudging her sex. A pause as I stared down to the impossible sight of my cock at my grandmother’s pussy.

“Put it in. Please, just fuck me,” my grandmother moaned.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped when the heat of her enveloped my cock.

I went in up to my balls, a blurt of delight bursting from my grandmother’s throat.

“Good boy!” she yelped, shifting her rump. “Carl! Fuck! You’re inside me, my darling! You dirty fucker,” she added, fingers at the nape of my neck. My grandmother stared into my face as I started to move in and out of her pussy. “Yeah,” she crooned. “That’s it. Fuck me. Give it to me.”

Then we were kissing, breath mingled as we gasped and moaned, tongues sliding and dancing.

“I wasn’t going to fuck you,” my grandmother moaned when the kiss broke. She looked at me through features twisted with lust. “But look at us now.”

“I can’t believe it,” I said, gasping the words.

“You should, can’t you feel my hot cunt around your dick?” My grandmother was shoving up to meet me on my way down. Her tits were rolling and jiggling, legs loose as I fucked into her body. “Can’t you?” she squealed, wall-eyed as she blurted a groan. “I can feel you,” she went on through another low groan. “That lovely cock. My grandson’s cock,” my grandmother growled. “You’re fucking your grandma, you nasty little shit. What do you have to say about that?”

“I love it,” I snarled, catching the nasty mood. It was infectious. The perversion and depravity I sensed in my own grandmother bringing on a surge of dark urges within. “I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming,” I said, drilling in deep. “But yeah, I can feel your hot cunt.”

My grandmother let out a delighted cry, grinning as she shunted her hips. “Dirty boy,” she grinned. “Saying that to me? I’m your grandma, darling. That’s so naughty.”

“It’s this,” I groaned, gulping and wincing in response to the tingles. “With you … I mean … Jesus,” I spat, “you’re my gran. How did this happen?”

“I got randy,” she said, head lolling loose as she let out another low, curdled moan. “You’ve no clue, Carl. Not about me. You just know me as your gran, and that’s right, that’s proper. This is what I’m like. This is me. I’m a bit of a slut.”

We were kissing when I felt my orgasm surge. I gasped and moaned the sweet relief into my grandmother’s open mouth, our tongues swirling while I pumped all I had left into her body.

When I rolled aside, chest heaving as I sucked in air, my grandmother said, “You’re staying here tonight. With me,” I heard her add. “Call your mum and tell her. We can make something up. But, one thing is certain, Carl – you’re staying here tonight. You’re in my bed. I haven’t come yet. You’ve done it twice. Before you leave this house, you’re going to give me some pleasure. You’re going to fuck me and lick me. I’ll show you how I really am.”

End.

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