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Yes, I am fucking my grandma, and I fucking love it. She loves it too. We do it as often as we can. We are doing it for about 15 years now. We have no regrets at all. But we have to be careful when other members of our family are around. But being careful doesn’t mean not fucking each others brains out at family events, because it just has to be done. We are addicted to each other.

How it all began, you might ask? It all started when 19 year old me left his family home to attend college out of town. Because my parents wanted to save some money, and wanted to keep me under control, to keep me in the police state they had up and running at home they convinced my 61 year grandma to let me move in with her.

On the day my parents told me that I had to move in with grandma — well the consequence if I’d not followed their orders would have been no financial support from them at all — all my hopes for freedom, partying and fucking around just vanished. Grandma was about the same person as her daughter, my mom. Overly strict, totally into controlling everything and giving orders. Or at least I thought that she was like that back then. But boy, I was wrong. Really damn fucking wrong.

The day my parents dropped me off at my grandmas home — she was living alone in there, because the kids were out of house and her husband ran away with some 30 year old man about a decade ago — was the first day of a new chapter in my life.

At first grandma listened to mom. Mom told her everything about my daily routine, what grandma had to do to take care about me. Mom even gave her a written manual how to treat me. Grandma promised her to take good care of me. Then my parents said goodbye and left.

After my parents were out, their car had vanished around the next corner, grandma let out a deep sigh: “When I think that I was like until around ten years ago it still runs cold down my back.”

After she said that, a smile appeared on her face. She tore my user manual into pieces. And explained me the rules, her rules for our time living together: We split household chores 50:50. No parties at home without asking the other one about it. No smoking in the house. If you want to smoke, there kahramanmaraş escort is a backyard. And no other people move in here with us. People come over, they stay for some time, then they leave. Some of them might do it more often than others, but no one stays forever.

My jaw dropped to the ground when she told me about her rules. I couldn’t believe my ears. I asked her if I had heard right. She confirmed the rules. Then she helped me carrying my stuff up in my room. After we were done we had some dinner together. We talked and worked out a plan to keep the house clean and tidy. Yes, she insisted on that. No matter how liberal all the other rules were, cleaning was a must. I just accepted it.

It took some time for me to settle in. I had to get used to my new environment. To my new roommate. And my grandma had to get used to me. My days were pretty much the same: I got up in the morning, then I left for college until I got back in the late afternoon. From the second week on I began hanging out with other people I met at college. I attended a lot of parties. I had a blast. But that hooking up thing, it was something I really struggled with. Others were doing it all the time, I only had two, maybe three drunken hits.

Grandma on the other side, as I found out after around a week living with her, was the queen of hooking up. Her sexual appetite was never ending. She had someone over in her room three, four nights a week. Not a single one of the men was older than 30 years. Yes, she had something for young men. She loved spending her nights emptying their balls. Not even trying to be silent at all. The moaning went on all night long. During the day, she probably was asleep.

One day I ran into her in the morning after she had some nightly visitor. I talked with her about what was going on and asked her if she could fuck with the volume down. She just smiled at me. She said no. In the evening of that day she handed me some earplugs. Put them in, then you’ll hear nothing she said. I just shrugged my shoulders and did as told. Probably because I was raised to obey orders.

Grandma and I went on with our lives. kahramanmaraş escort bayan The sharing of household chores worked out, when we met each other at home we always took our time to talk. We enjoyed our talks. And our talks got more and more private. Down to a point where we were talking about our sex lives. She was happy fucking around, I was somewhat depressed because I didn’t had a girl friend and my hook up rate wasn’t the best. She cheered me up, and jokingly said: “Maybe some time day I will have take care of you.”

Hearing her saying that made my head turn red. I said that I was fine, that there was no need for her doing so. But a seed was planted in my head that day. A seed that grew with time. Maybe if she wasn’t joking. Maybe she really wanted to fuck me. It didn’t took long until I unplugged my ears and began to jerk off while listening in on her getting nailed by some random stranger in the next room. I imagined it was me fucking her. It was me letting her moaning out loud. It made me really damn hard. The orgasms I got out of it were great. I began doing it every time when she had some men in her room and I was at home.

But it didn’t took long until this wasn’t enough for me to satisfy my craving for my grandma. I began to steal her panties. I smelled them, licked them, creamed them and put them back for her to discover. Shortly after I began using her underwear for my purposes, grandma began to behave in a different way when I was around. She began to show off, got more touchier, she did it all with a certain smile on her face. She even took it one step further and hung her dirty worn panties on the knob of the door to my room. I did the same thing after I used them.

It was clear what they two of us were up too. We clearly were attracted to each other. We spent more time with each other, we got touchier, but we struggled to get it all on the next level. Somehow we were to stupid to get it done.

Until that one day when a happy accident happened. It was an ordinary weekday. I was staying at home from college, and I forgot grandma to tell about it. So she was thinking that she was home alone.

I escort kahramanmaraş was on my way upstairs, into my room. She was on her way downstairs, just out of the shower, totally naked, to get some fresh clothes from the laundry room in the basement. We ran into each other. We both froze. My eyes were checking out her damn hot naked body. I popped hard wood withing seconds. Seeing me getting hard, feeling my eyes on her naked body was putting a huge smile on my grandmas face.

After some time standing and staring our eyes met. No one was ashamed of anything. No awkwardness was in the air. Only sexual tension was building up. We slowly walked towards each other. Without loosing eyes contact. Then our bodies touched. Then we kissed. French kissing only. Then my hands were on her damn hot ass, her hands were on mine.

I got rid of my clothes while grandma pulled me into her bedroom. There we landed on her bed. Still kissing. My fingers in her pussy. One of her hands jerking of my dick. Then she got out some lubed. Lubed herself up, put some lube onto my rock hard dick. Then she spread her legs for me.

A few seconds later my dick slid inside her pussy. It felt great. She moaned out loud the second I went in. Then I fucked her. In and out. Always balls deep. She moaned even more. Her moans got more intense with every thrust. We were doing it missionary. Her hands were on my back. Her fingers began to grab my skin. Her fingernails began to scratch my skin. It made me fuck her harder. Until my balls began to ache. My dick felt like he would explode. Grandma began to tremble. Her hands were turning my back into a mess. Then I nutted my first load into her pussy. She came with me.

Tension left our bodies. We two had a happy face. We kept on kissing for some time before I pulled out. We looked each other in the eyes. Yes, it felt great. It was the right thing to do for the two of us.

It was our first time. No, not fucking each other for three hours, that came later, just a quick passionate fuck that ended in two people cumming with each other. It was by far enough to make us both lusting for more. And more it would be. Thousands of hot fucks should follow. Because we two were not fucking other people from that day on. We had, we have something exclusive going on. And yes, some really hot stuff was happening since then. But that my dear reader, is a tale for another day.

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