Relieving My Grandad from Sexual Tension

The moment I stepped foot into my grandad’s lovely home, clad in a tantalizingly short skirt that barely covered my assets and a crisp white blouse hugging my curves, I couldn’t help but ponder if opting for jeans would have been a wiser choice.

Let’s say Mom warned me about his reputation as a bit of a perv. Indeed, that’s not right. I am sure she’s making it up. He’s harmless; he’s about 91 years old.

“Here you go, grandad, a nice cup of tea,” I said, settling his cup on the coffee table. As he sat in his favourite armchair, I caught his eyes on my cleavage before standing straight again.

His wrinkled hand reached to touch mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re such a beautiful young lady, Laura. Your grandmother would have been so proud of you,” he remarked in a low and gravelly voice.

I tried to brush off his comment, but the way his eyes roamed over me made me uneasy. I saw him adjust his crotch as he settled to drink his tea. Deep down, I felt sorry for him, but at the same time, it felt weird. I was only 18.

“You remind me so much of her,” he whispered, his eyes holding mine. “Same dark hair, same piercing blue eyes.”

I felt a pang of guilt as I saw the longing in his eyes. He was an old man, after all. But something about his touch, the way he looked at me, made me feel violated.

“I’m sorry, Grandad,” I said, trying to free my hand. “I have to clean up the kitchen.”

As I continued to clean the floor, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Grandad’s eyes were still on me. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the task, but the thought of him watching me made me uneasy. I couldn’t help but wonder if Mom was right about his reputation.

I bent over to wipe a particularly stubborn spot on the floor, and as I did, I felt a gust of air against my legs. My skirt had hiked up, revealing my panties. I gasped and quickly pulled it down, but not before I saw Grandad’s eyes widen in surprise. A look of lust flickered in them, and I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“My, my,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. “What a lovely sight.”

I felt mixed emotions—anger, disgust, and a strange sense of power. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t help but feel sick knowing that I had caught him off guard. I continued the game, bending over more often than necessary and letting him watch me as I cleaned.

“Oh, Laura,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “You’re such a tease.”

I stood up straight and faced him, my heart pounding. “What do you mean?” I asked innocently.

He licked his lips and leaned forward in his chair. “I mean that you know exactly what you’re doing to me,” he whispered hoarsely. “And it’s driving me wild.”

“Be right back, grandad. I am just going to the toilet,” I said as I walked upstairs.

As I entered the bathroom, I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I had let him watch me like that. I pulled up my skirt, pulled my knickers down, and sat on the toilet.

I sat there as I peed, thinking, should I continue teasing him? I mean, giving the poor old man what he wanted. As I finished, I stood up and got some toilet roll and wiped my pussy, and before pulling up my knickers, I took them off. Why was I doing this?

I thought the next time I purposely bent over, he would now have something to look at. It turned me on, knowing I was making a 91-year-old horny. I straightened my skirt, knowing I hadn’t anything on underneath now. I washed my hands and went back downstairs.

I walked back downstairs, feeling a strange mix of excitement and guilt. I started finishing the floor again, bending over.

As I bent over, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement, knowing that Grandad was getting an eyeful of my bare pussy. I glanced over at him and saw his eyes locked onto my exposed flesh, his breathing heavy and ragged.

“Grandad, are you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I felt a thrill of excitement run through me.

He didn’t respond. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on my exposed pussy. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized how turned on he was. He was messing with his crotch; maybe I took this too far. I felt terrible for teasing; perhaps I should… No, I can’t. He’s my grandad, but the thought kept popping into my head of relieving him.

The look of lust in his eyes sent a chill down my spine, and for a moment, I saw a completely different person before me—not the lovable, harmless Grandad I knew.

A part of me wanted to stop this crazy game and run upstairs. But the other part felt a strange thrill, knowing I could arouse an old man so much. So, I decided to give him a little more and bent lower, letting my breasts nearly touch the cold floor.

At that moment, I saw Grandad’s shaking hand reaching for his cock. His eyes never left my exposed pussy as he slowly started to pull it out of his pants. My heart raced, and I felt like I was watching an entirely different person—so far from the 91-year-old man I knew.

“If you need to release your tension, grandad, then I don’t mind you wanking while I clean; I hope you like the view,” I said as I had my ass in the air as I cleaned.

“Oh, Laura, you’re killing me,” Grandad groaned, his wrinkled hand now wrapped around his hard cock. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing – my 91-year-old grandad masturbating in front of me.

His breathing grew heavier, and his grip tightened around his shaft. I couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the sight of his cock, throbbing and pulsing in his hand.

“Fuck, Laura, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he moaned, his eyes never leaving my exposed pussy.

I got up and walked over to him and got on my knees in front of him and took his cock from his hands, and I started stroking him. I looked at his eyes, “This is between us, grandad.”

I’d never seen an old man’s cock before, let alone touched one. It was small and shriveled, with visible veins running along its length. But despite its less-than-impressive appearance, I felt a strange sense of power as I started to stroke it.

His breathing grew ragged, and his grip on the armrests of the chair tightened as I continued to pump his cock. I leaned in closer, my breath hot on his wrinkled skin. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but the thrill of it was intoxicating.

“Oh, Laura, you’re such a naughty girl,” he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet my hand.

I felt his cock swell slightly in my grip, and a bead of precum formed on the tip. I leaned in closer and licked it off, savouring the salty taste on my tongue. I couldn’t believe what I was doing but couldn’t stop myself.

I started to bob my head up and down, taking more of his cock into my mouth with each movement. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking up and down as I sucked him off.

“Fuck, Laura, you’re so good at this; I can’t believe you’re sucking my cock”, he gasped, his hands gripping my hair as I continued to pleasure him.

I pulled my head off his cock, and I got up and straddled over his knees. I pulled my skirt up and held his cock still as I lowered down on it.

I felt his cock twitch as I guided it inside me, filling me up in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was small and thin, but it felt so good to have something inside me. I began to rock my hips back and forth, feeling his cock slide in and out of me.

Grandad’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back in pleasure as I rode him. I leaned forward, opened my blouse and had my breasts pressed against his chest as I continued to fuck him. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but it felt so good.

His hands roamed over my body, groping my breasts and ass as I continued to grind against him. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his hips bucking up to meet my movements.

Suddenly, he pushed me off him, his cock slipping out of me with a wet, slapping sound. Before I could react, he stood up and pushed me down onto the couch, his body looming over me.

His hands pinned my wrists above my head as he thrust his cock back inside me, his movements faster and more urgent than before. I gasped, my back arching off the couch as he fucked me with a raw, primal intensity.

“Ugh shit Laura, oh your pussy… Mmmm, your sweet young pussy,” he said as he slammed his old dick in and out of me.

As I lay there, pinned beneath my 91-year-old grandfather, I couldn’t believe what was happening. His old cock, plunged in and out of me with a fierce urgency that I’d never experienced before. His hands gripped my wrists, holding them above my head as he ravaged my young, tight pussy.

I should have felt disgust, shame, even fear. But instead, I felt a strange, intoxicating thrill. I was giving this old man what he wanted, what he’d been craving for God knows how long. I was the object of his desire, his dirty little secret.

And I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying it too. His cock felt good inside me, filling me up in a way that I’d never experienced before. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, a warm, tingling sensation spreading from my pussy up to my chest.

I moaned softly, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. “Oh, Grandad, yes,” I gasped, surprising even myself with the words that came out of my mouth.

His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw a glint of something primal, something raw and animalistic. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I was lost.

He quickened his pace, his hips slamming against mine with a force that left me breathless. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm building deep within me.

“I’m going to cum, Laura,” he groaned, his voice low and gravelly. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum inside your sweet young pussy.”

I could feel the warmth spreading from his cock, filling me up as he emptied himself inside me. It was a strange, primal feeling I’d never experienced before. I felt his body shudder above mine, his grip on my wrists loosening as he collapsed onto me.

We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies entwined in a way that I’d never imagined possible. For a moment, I felt a sense of shame, of guilt for what we’d just done. But then, I felt something else – a sense of connection, of understanding.

We’d shared something intimate, raw, and primal, and in that moment, I felt closer to my grandfather than ever.

“I love you, Grandad,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at me, his eyes soft and filled with a warmth I’d never seen before. “I love you too, Laura,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion.