Grandma wants me to fuck her

I stood at the front door of my grandma’s house, feeling excited and nervous. It had been years since I last saw her, and now, at 18, I wondered how much had changed. The house looked the same, with its white picket fence and colourful flower beds, but I knew inside would be different.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It swung open almost immediately, and there she was—Grandma, with her warm smile and twinkling eyes. She looked older, in her 80s, with a few more wrinkles and grey hairs, but her embrace felt just as comforting as I remembered.

“Matty, my dear boy! Look at you, all grown up!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. I hugged her back, feeling a rush of nostalgia.

“It’s good to see you, Grandma,” I said, stepping inside. The familiar scent of lavender and baking cookies filled the air. Memories of summers spent here flooded back, and I felt a pang of guilt for staying away so long.

We sat in the cosy living room, where the old grandfather clock ticked softly. Grandma brought a plate of freshly baked cookies and a teapot. As we chatted, I noticed the photo albums on the coffee table. They were filled with pictures from my childhood—birthday parties, holidays, and simple everyday moments.

“Remember this one?” Grandma asked, pointing to a photo of me, covered in flour, trying to bake cookies with her. We both laughed, and the years apart seemed to melt away.

“You always made such a mess,” she chuckled, her eyes sparkling. “But we had so much fun, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, we did,” I agreed, smiling at the memory. “I’ve missed this, Grandma. I’ve missed you.”

Her smile faltered momentarily, and I saw a flicker of sadness in her eyes. “I’ve missed you too, Matty. It’s been lonely here without you.”

“I’m sorry, Grandma. Life got so busy, and I—” I trailed off, unsure how to explain the years of absence.

She patted my hand gently. “I understand, dear. Life has a way of pulling us in different directions. But you’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

As the evening wore on, we talked about everything—school, friends, and my plans for the future. Grandma listened intently, offering advice and sharing stories from her youth. I realized how much I had missed this connection and the wisdom and love she offered so freely.

Before I knew it, the sun had set, and the house was bathed in the soft glow of lamps. I helped Grandma clean up, and we settled in the living room again, this time with a deck of cards for a rummy game, just like old times.

“Matty, I’m so glad you’re here,” Grandma said, her voice soft and full of emotion.

“Me too, Grandma. I promise I won’t stay away so long next time,” I replied, feeling warm.

She nodded, but her eyes grew misty. “You know, after your grandpa passed, it’s been hard. This house feels so empty sometimes.”

I moved closer and took her hand in mine. “I’m here now, Grandma. You’re not alone. And I’ll visit more often, I swear.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she squeezed my hand tightly. “Thank you, Matty. That means the world to me.”

I hugged her, holding her close as she cried softly. “I love you, Grandma,” I whispered.

“I love you too, dear,” she replied, trembling.

Walking up to the guest room later that night, I felt a sense of belonging I hadn’t felt in years.

I got changed into my boxer shorts and was ready for bed when I heard crying again. I went up to Grandma’s bedroom door and knocked softly.

“Grandma, it’s me, Matty. Can I come in?” I called gently.

There was a brief pause before her voice, trembling slightly, responded, “Come in, Matty.”

I opened the door and found her sitting on the edge of her bed. She was wearing a short black nightgown and had tears streaming down her face. She looked so small and vulnerable, starkly contrasting to the strong, cheerful woman I always knew. My heart ached to see her like this.

“Grandma, what’s wrong?” I asked, walking over and sitting beside her.

She took a shaky breath and wiped her eyes. “It’s just… everything feels so overwhelming sometimes. I try to be strong, but the loneliness gets to me. Especially at night.”

I put my arm around her, pulling her into a comforting hug. “I’m here now, Grandma. And I’ll be here for you as often as you need me.”

She leaned her head on my shoulder, her body trembling with sobs. “Thank you, Matty. I miss your grandpa so much. He was my rock, my everything.”

“I know, Grandma. I miss him too,” I said softly, stroking her hair. “But you’re not alone. You have me, and I promise I’ll visit more often. We’ll get through this together.”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes. “You’re such a good boy, Matty. Your grandpa would be so proud of you.”

I smiled, feeling a lump in my throat. “Thanks, Grandma. That means a lot.”

We sat there for a while, just holding each other. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the occasional sniffle. Eventually, her sobs subsided, and she seemed to relax a bit.

“Do you want me to stay with you tonight, Grandma?” I offered.

She nodded, her eyes still wet but grateful. “Yes, Matty. I’d like that very much.”

I helped her under the covers and then held her hand beside her. Returning to her room after all these years felt strange but also comforting. As we lay there, I could feel the tension slowly leave her body.

She snuggled up to me, not sure why or how. But my cock started to get hard. I was so embarrassed, and suddenly, my grandma said, “Oh dear, I feel something sticking into my belly.”

I couldn’t help but blush as I realized my cock had grown hard from the warmth of her body. I quickly moved away, mumbling an apology. “I’m so sorry, Grandma. I didn’t mean to…”

She chuckled softly and patted my hand. “It’s alright, Matty. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt a man’s touch. I’d almost forgotten how it felt.”

I was taken aback by her words, unsure of how to respond. I had never thought of my grandma in that way before. But as I looked into her eyes, I saw a longing for companionship and intimacy.

She reached out and gently touched my cheek, her fingers soft and warm. “You’re a good boy, Matty. I’m proud of the man you’ve become.”

I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of discomfort and arousal at her touch. “Thank you, Grandma,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled softly, her fingers still tracing my cheek. “Matty, I may be old, but I still have needs and desires. And it’s been so long since I’ve felt a man’s touch.”

I looked at her, surprised by her candidness. I had never thought of my grandma as a sexual being, but here she was, expressing her desires in a way I never imagined.

She leaned closer, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions. “Would… you be willing to fulfil that need for me, Matty?” she asked, her voice soft and hesitant.

I felt her hand stroke against my throbbing shaft against the material of my boxers. She placed one leg over my waist, and her nightwear rode up, “It’s ok if you don’t want to; I am just an old bag.”

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I had never thought of my grandma in a sexual way before, and the idea of having sex with her felt strange and wrong. But I could see the longing in her eyes, the need for intimacy that had gone unfulfilled for so long. And I realized that I wanted to be there for her, to give her the comfort and connection she craved.

With her leg draped over me, I put my arm around her. I touched her old ass, and I lifted her nightwear up some more. I was shaking while I gripped her underwear and stretched them over her ass. Now I took out my sold cock, which had precum rolling out the slit out the head of my cock. I rubbed it against her old labia.

“Oh, Matty, that feels so good,” she whispers, her hand reaching down to touch my cock.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I slowly still rub my cock up and down her grey pubic hair and wrinkled pussy lips. I can’t believe what I’m about to do, but the desire to pleasure her and fulfil her needs overpowers any reservations I have.

I slowly push my cock inside her. She gasps as I enter her, her pussy gripping my cock tightly. I start to move my hips, slowly at first, but then with more force as Grandma’s moans grow louder.

I lean down and kiss Grandma’s neck, her skin soft and warm against my lips. I can feel her hands gripping my back for dear life as my cock slides in and out. I continue to fuck Grandma, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.

I take her nightwear entirely off, and as I keep fucking her, I take off her bra and suck her now saggy tits. My cock still sliding in and out, “You like that granny, oh fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good.”

The bed squeaks loudly as I thrust into her, my hips slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke. Grandma’s moans fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. Her hands grip the sheets tightly, her body trembling with pleasure.

I can feel her pussy gripping my cock, the walls tightening around me as I push deeper inside her. Her labia feel soft and wet against my shaft, her clit swollen and sensitive to my touch. I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb, causing her to cry out with pleasure.

“Oh, Matty, yes, just like that!” she moans, her hips bucking against me.

I continue to fuck her, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. The bed squeaks louder and louder, the sound echoing through the room. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my cock throbbing and aching to release.

“Ugh, sweetie, fuck me… mmmmm,” she moans as I roll us both over so she is on her back. Now I really give her a good hard fucking.

My grandma’s bed, a sturdy oak frame with a soft mattress, creaks beneath us as I thrust into her. Her legs are wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her. Her fingers dig into my back, leaving shallow marks as she clings to me.

“Oh, Matty, yes, just like that!” she moans, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

I can feel her pussy gripping my cock, the muscles contracting and releasing around me. Each thrust elicits a gasp from her, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

I lean down and capture her nipple between my teeth, biting down gently. She cries out, her hips bucking up to meet mine. I release it and move to the other, giving it the same treatment.

I can feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight against my body. I know I’m close, but I don’t want to cum yet. I want to draw this out for as long as possible.

“Matty, I’m gonna cum,” Grandma whimpers, her legs tightening around me.

“Not yet, Grandma,” I growl, increasing the pace of my thrusts.

She mewls in frustration but doesn’t protest, her body trembling beneath me. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, the walls fluttering in anticipation.

I reach down and stroke her clit, rubbing it in slow, circular motions. Her hips jerk upwards, her back arching off the bed.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, her body shuddering as she comes. Her pussy clenches around my cock, the muscles milking me for all I’m worth.

I groan, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. My cock jerks inside her, spurting stream after stream of hot, sticky cum deep inside her old pussy.

We lay there, panting and sweating, for several minutes. My cock is still buried deep inside her, the aftershocks of our orgasms still rippling through us.

Gradma’s fingers have gentled, tracing idle patterns on my back. Her breathing has slowed, returning to its normal, steady rhythm.

I rolled off her and put my cock away as I looked at her face; she looked like she needed that.