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By Mashruba
It’s taken me a while to thoughtfully reminisce about my life over the last few years, but now that my Grandfather, my “Grandy, ” is no longer with me, it seems I have nothing but time. My name is Sara Daniels, and I’m twenty-four and the mother of a beautiful six-month-old baby boy.
I need to acknowledge from the start that sex and love-making played an important part in our liaison, but what bound us together was much, much more. My Grandfather came from what he called “the old country” and always talked about how different things, ideas, morals, and relationships with women were when he was a boy and then a young man. Please try and keep these differences in mind when reading this story. I hope you will be able to understand and put aside any moral precepts or sexual taboos and appreciate the intense physical, emotional, and sexual bonding I shared with my Grandfather.
*****
My Grandfather, Jonathan Harrison Reynolds, who I called Grandy, was a wonderful man, and even now, when I think of him, I am filled with love and the feelings of intense physical arousal that he and only he had ever awakened in me.
Growing up, I suppose I would have been considered sheltered and very naive by most people, and though he lived in New York and my family in California, Grandy was not a stranger to me. He would make a point of my visiting with him each summer, during which we would spend my whole vacation time visiting the museums, enjoying his favorite restaurants, and just talking and bringing him up on what I’d been doing. I grew to trust and admire him and always looked forward to his visits.
After my parent’s bitter, antagonistic divorce, neither of them seemed to have any time for me, and it was then that Grandy told them to send me to live with him. I had grown up an only child, sheltered, naรฏve, introverted, shy, and obedient, a child needing approval and overwhelmed by uncertainties.
I think my Grandy knew me best, and I never doubted his concern or feelings for me. Even during my awkward years, it was Grandy who talked me through the insecurities inherent in growing up and my exaggerated worries about boys, popularity, and physical attractiveness. I remember how I would always laugh with embarrassment when Grandy would say I had a charming innocence about me that hid my natural curiosity about sex, and I believed him.
Having celebrated my eighteenth birthday recently, I was still often mistaken for someone younger. Just under 5′ 4″ with long, thick, blonde hair, large blue eyes, and full pouty lips. I already had well-shaped size 36C breasts with highly responsive nipples that became erect and pointy with the slightest stimulation. I had a slim waist, a firm shapely ass, rounded womanly hips, and, as Grandy would eventually discover, a “tight, sweet, young pussy” that belonged to him.
*****
I recall how lonely and depressed I was in the beginning, after moving to New York to be with Grandy. I sometimes cried myself to sleep at night, and Grandy often crawled into bed with me and held me close to him, murmuring soothing words. I was always comforted by that closeness and felt reassured by his embraces. Sometimes, he would urge me onto my back, and I would put my head on his shoulder, feeling enveloped by his love as he rested his arm across my stomach and his leg over my thigh.
“Shhhh, my little one, there’s no need for tears. Grandy is here and will always be here for you, ” he would say as he placed his large, warm hand between my legs and slowly, lightly began to massage the small treasure hidden there. Soon, the tears would stop, and I would feel a pleasant achiness as the feelings grew. I would close my eyes and turn my body towards him, my still small but hard, erect nipples pressing into his chest. When he increased the pressure, my hips would begin to thrust against his hand until a comforting warmth washed over me in soft, quivering waves. When I had calmed, and was again able to sleep, Grandy would lightly kiss me on my mouth before leaving my bed and quietly returning to his room.
Perhaps because of my upbringing and the bond that had always existed between us, I never thought his behavior strange or wrong; it was just my beloved Grandy showing his love and concern for me, and in my loneliness, I welcomed his closeness and intimacy.
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A little over two years ago, Grandy, my Grandfather, was involved in an unfortunate automobile accident that involved minor physical injuries but also resulted in a coma that lasted three days. The coma was caused by trauma from a brain injury suffered during the accident.
Though the physical injuries healed without any problems, after the accident, it seemed to me that Grandy was somehow.. . different. My Grandfather seemed to have gone from a sometimes authoritative but always thoughtful, loving man to a frequently aggressive, self-absorbed person whose own personal needs and physical desires came first.
After the accident, as he physically grew stronger, so did his “attentions” toward me. Most disconcerting was that the personality changes took the form of him becoming sexually demonstrative and this sexual acting out becoming more frequent and more intense. Grandy’s everyday familial intimacies, the grandfatherly hugs, kisses, and caresses that had made me feel so special, soon progressed to more intimately overt touching and urges.
While Grandy’s obsession seemed to be directed at me, and though unnerving, I don’t think I was ever truly frightened by anything he did. Surprised and curious, perhaps, but I don’t believe I was ever afraid of him. I just wanted to help and please him however I could.
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Though it was difficult for me to admit at the time, I began to feel that my Grandfather, once confident in my submission to him and in my reluctant willingness to do whatever he wanted, slowly began to subconsciously prepare me for what would eventually happen.
I remember how I would sometimes find him seated out on his balcony in his chair during the late afternoon or sometimes in front of the fireplace in the early evening, and he would have me come and sit in his lap. For as long as I could remember, he had always enjoyed “playing” with me when he had me seated in his lap. I’d innocently snuggle onto his lap with my head on his shoulder as we talked, but during one of these afternoons after his accident, he slipped his hand into my blouse and began to massage my breasts as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Alternating from one breast to the other, he would pinch my nipples and roll them between his fingers until they were hard and extended.
Talking softly to reassure me, Grandy would unbutton my blouse and slip it off my shoulders. When he did this, I would feel the hardness of his erection under me as he became more aroused and the warm moistness of his mouth when he sucked my tits.
*****
“Ohhhh, that feels nice, ” I impulsively said one evening after dinner while I sat in his lap.
“Open your legs for me, Sara, ” he said in a low, whispery voice as he began moving his hand down between my legs.
I didn’t want to upset him.. . and so I did as he had requested. Grandy inched his fingers inside my panties and was leisurely teasing my clit as we watched a movie that was playing; neither of us spoke.
It was obvious I enjoyed the way he touched me. I always felt so relaxed and safe in his arms when he touched me there. The light pressure of his fingers as he massaged me was calming at first but quickly became sexual. I closed my eyes and opened my legs wider for him.
“Ohhhh yes, yes, ” I moaned.
As the pressure and friction on my clit increased, my breathing became fast and shallow, and my heart raced as I clung to him and whimpered while Grandy slowly brought me, his granddaughter, to orgasm.
*****
Before I moved into his bedroom, Grandy had begun coming to my room at night and getting into bed with me, so I started locking my bedroom door. Locking the door served only to infuriate him, and he eventually took the lock off the door. I had considered moving out and hiring someone to stay with and care for him, but I knew I’d never be able to do that; I’d never leave him with a stranger. Sick or well, he was my Grandy.
At his insistence, I moved some of my things into Grandy’s bedroom and began sleeping in his bed. Grandy had started having nightmares, and I wanted to be here for him if he needed me. Since I had been sharing his bed, surprisingly, he seemed to be his old self most of the time. There had been no overt sexual acting out, and I was relieved and perhaps a little too eager to believe that he was okay and that things were going back to normal the way they had been.
This calm was not to last when I was startled awake one night. I was lying on my side with my back toward him. I found my nightshirt bunched above my hips, Grandy had one arm around my waist, and he was humping.. . thrusting against me. I could feel a hot, rising panic when I sensed a growing warmth between my legs, and it was then that I felt his swollen penis between my thighs, rubbing across my clit with each stroke.
“What are you doing? Stop.. . what are you doing?” I screamed.
“Shhhhh.. .. be quiet… be quiet, ” Grandy angrily admonished me, his voice thick with lust.
He pulled out and, turning me over onto my back, got on top of me and again forced his rock-hard cock between my thighs. His hips pressed against mine, making his cock shaft rub directly against my clit. Grandy pulled back and started rubbing the head of his long, thick cock along my moist pussy slit. Once or twice, his pre-cum covered cockhead pressed against my pussy opening, and he would linger a few seconds before quickly pulling away and resuming the sawing motion between my thighs. I lay quiet and gave myself over to him.
Finally, pulling me closer to him, he straddled me, and with his knees on either side, he pressed my thighs together and began roughly pumping in and out. In a few minutes, he grunted loudly, and I felt his body stiffen and then a wet sensation spilling out and over my thighs. Afterward, Grandy, spooning behind me, wrapped me in his arms as we drifted to sleep.
That was not the last time I would be awakened during the night with him wanting, needing to cum between my thighs.
*****
Though Grandy’s changing behavior was not generally apparent with other people and not outside our home, we had begun to stay at home most evenings. In public, there were occasions he might become aroused (I never knew when or what I might do to cause this), and he would, with an almost sense of entitlement, caress my breast, or slip his hand between my legs, or kiss me on the mouth.
Grandy was particularly infatuated with my breasts and would want me to go braless when in public. My nipples are very sensitive and easily aroused, and men would see me with hard, erect nipples and make muffled comments that would excite Grandy. People would often stare blatantly at us, never imagining that he was my Grandfather, envious and aroused by the image and thought of an old man touching a young girl in such an openly sexual manner.
After these outings, when we got home, Grandy would want gratification. Whether it was fondling and sucking my breasts, masturbating me, having me give him oral pleasure, or cumming between my legs, it was only afterward that he would become calm and his old self.
In the first month or so following his discharge home, I had begun meeting with Grandy’s doctor, Dr. Williamson, every few weeks to discuss my Grandfather’s physical recovery as well as my concerns relative to the emotional and psychological changes that were becoming more and more evident.
I’ll never forget the afternoon Dr. Williamson had sat and listened without interrupting except to prompt, question, or occasionally ask for clarification. I had been under so much pressure and anxiety lately, and at some point, I remember I had begun to cry when Dr. Williamson rose from behind his desk and sat beside me on his small office sofa.
Taking my hand in his, he began:
“Sara, as you know, your Grandfather suffered a traumatic brain injury in his accident earlier in the year, he finally said. Patients who have undergone the same type of trauma as your Grandfather can experience different kinds of changes: physical, emotional, cognitive, physiological, and behavioral, to mention some of the most common. From what you’ve shared, it seems he has suffered damage to the part of his brain that controls sexual functioning. Sex is an integral part of human development and existence; hence, its significance in our daily lives is a vital part of who we are.”
I silently nodded my head in understanding.
“Your Grandfather’s brain injury has manifested itself in an increased interest in sex.. . with you. He may very well have harbored a sexual attraction for you for a long time and never acted on those impulses. Because of societal norms, mores, and conventions, these feelings and desires were sublimated as they would be for most members of society. Your Grandfather’s condition has lowered those filters that would have previously controlled this aspect of his sexual behavior.”
Dr. Williamson continued:
“These changes can also be reflected in a lack of inhibitions as well as increased sexual aggressiveness. You may find that your Grandfather has difficulty controlling his sexual behavior as well as making inappropriate sexual advances toward you. He may also not feel satisfied after sexual activity, which probably accounts for his need to engage frequently to want sex more often.
It doesn’t sound as if he is violent or abusive with you, which is good, although I can hear your concerns about him being sometimes difficult to control when he is aroused. Since he seems to be focused exclusively on intimacy with you, I suspect that at some point, he will want and demand more intimate sexual interaction with you.. . putting it less delicately, he will want intercourse with you, Sara. You need to understand that he may see you as a sexual partner, not as his Granddaughter. Sexually, as a male, this would be a strong primal urge he would want to satisfy.”
*****
I left Dr. Williamson’s office that day feeling confused, anguished, and maybe even a little scared by the whole unfortunate situation. “Why is this happening to me.. . to Grandy?” I whimpered, feeling put upon and angry, not with him, but with myself.
Grandy may not have had a rational understanding of what he was doing, but I did, and I began to cry even harder once I acknowledged I might have wanted it wanted him sexually as much as he wanted me. I was torn between concern for Grandy and what I now felt and understood could be my perverted desire to be with him.
*****
I came home one evening to find him outside on his front balcony. I stopped mid-stride when I saw him seated with his pants and underwear around his ankles. As I stood watching, he held up a bottle of lubricant that he had taken from the small table next to his chair. After lavishing it on his cock, he handed it to me, explaining that I should oil my inner thighs well with the lubricant.
“Come here, he said, indicating he wanted me on his lap. Lift your dress and sit on my lap.”
Chuckling out loud and pointing at his dick, he said, “Look.. . I’m already hard for you, baby. I want you to put my cock between your thighs and sit down.”
I sat on his lap with my back pressed against his chest, as he instructed, and once I was settled, he began stroking his cock upward between my thighs. Fortunately, the skirt of my dress covered what he was doing. Grandy began kneading my breasts, tracing their contours with his hand, and I prayed no one would casually glance up and see us.
“Grandy, people can see, ” I said in a shaky voice. Without a response or acknowledgment of my concern, he continued stroking.
I began to squirm, trying to get away, but he held me tighter, with his arm around my waist and, with the other hand, under my skirt, rubbing my clit, masturbating me. My now lubricant soaked panties were my only protection as he slid his cock up and down along the indentation created by my swollen pussy lips. After several minutes, my clit was throbbing; the friction of his cock rubbing against my ultra-sensitive clitoral nub already had me on the brink of climax. I could hear myself begin to softly moan when I felt my pussy instinctively start to contract and release around his cock. If not for the thin protection of my panties, several times, his cockhead would have found its way inside me. With his hands holding my hips tightly in his lap, Grandy began to thrust his cock back and forth between my thighs more aggressively. Just as the tip of his angry red cockhead popped through and was visible between my thighs, he came in a hard, wet ejaculation that soiled my skirt and slowly leaked down, covering the top of my thighs.
“That’s a good girl, ” he breathlessly said when he was finished and had emptied himself. With a slow, satisfying groan, he withdrew his softening cock, and still holding me on his lap, he kissed the nape of my neck and gave my breasts a final firm squeeze.
*****
One night, after dinner, we watched television for a while before bed. After showering, I stepped out of the bathroom with a large bath towel wrapped around my body and a smaller one around my hair. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, drying my hair, Grandy watched me for a few minutes before putting his book down and walking over to me.
“Let me do that, ” he said, and taking the towel from my hands, he began to run it through my hair.
Within a few minutes, Grandy had an erection that he couldn’t hide even if he had wanted to.
“You’re such a pretty little girl, Sara, ” Grandy said as he eased his hand inside my towel and began to pinch and roll the nipple of my left breast until it was hard and pointy, the aureole growing darker against the paleness of my breast.
Grandy stopped drying my hair and watched it cascade across my shoulders.
Stepping around in front of me, he looked down at me and brushed away the stray tendrils before urging me onto my back. Slipping his arms under my bent knees, he pulled my butt to the edge of the bed and, kneeling there, lifted my legs onto his shoulders. My eyes wide with anticipation, I moaned when he kissed my inner thighs and felt the warm flesh of his face between my legs. With my legs parted wide, Grandy licked and kissed my slit before he separated the warm fragrant petals covering my pussy with his tongue. He inhaled my young, female scent and licked the moist silky flesh between my pink pussy lips letting his tongue linger over my swelling aching nub. Within seconds, I could feel an orgasm ignite and begin to ripple through my body, leaving me whimpering and quivering against his mouth.
Before my body could recover, Grandy straddled my chest and guided his cock into my mouth, and began repeating, “Good girl, yes, yes. That’s my good girl. Open wide and let Grandy feed you.” Holding my head between his hands, he began to fuck my mouth, the crown of his cock brushing across the roof of my mouth and once fully inserted, kissed the back of my throat. As his breathing grew faster, so did his thrusting, and just as the warm, moist sensation of being in my mouth gripped him, he released his pent-up load and began to shoot thin white strands of cum down my throat.
Both satisfied, Grandy and I slid naked under the covers. I remember him saying goodnight and the sound of the light on the nightstand being turned off. The room grew quiet, and I yawned and readjusted myself, trying to get comfortable. I turned onto my side, and after perhaps half an hour, I had just begun to finally doze when I felt Grandy behind me poking, prodding, and probing for entry. He did not want to be simply between my thighs.. . but inside my pussy!
“Grandy, Grandy.. . stop, ” I began, my first instinct to push him away. It was difficult to comprehend how a man his age could be so sexually insatiable.
“Ohhhh, Grandy.. . no, don’t, please.”
“Damn it, stop squirming!” Grandy said as the tip of his cock found the opening he sought. I could feel my pussy lips separate as he pressed his bloated nob into my warm, tight sheath. He had only inserted his cock perhaps an inch or so.. . just inside the tight, resisting opening.
Ignoring my whimpers, Grandy continued to position himself, each shallow stroke inching his cockhead, past the tight opening of my pussy, but not deep enough to have ruptured my hymen. He momentarily paused but remained silent, almost as if he were reconsidering what he was about to do.
In a final attempt to free myself from under him, I moved suddenly, inadvertently triggering his orgasm. With a loud groan, Grandy orgasmed hard inside me and, this time, brought me with him, shaking and moaning in his arms.
I fell asleep with him next to me, my head on his chest and his hand possessively cupping my breast.
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By Mashruba
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