Old StepGrandad Seduces Step Grandson
In the heart of suburban America, an unlikely story of forbidden love blossomed, the steamy tale of a naughty granddad and his sexy young grandson. Old StepGrandad, a spry 70-year-old with twinkling blue eyes and a mischievous grin, had just moved in with his stepdaughter and her family to enjoy his golden years. Little did they know, the silver fox had a lusty twinkle in his eye, especially for his stepdaughter’s 18-year-old hunk of a son, Jessie.
Every morning, Jessie slept in late, his lanky 6’3″ frame sprawled out across his bed, toned abs peeking out from his too-tight tank top. Grandpa couldn’t resist sneaking a peek through the cracked door of Jessie’s room, drooling over the tantalizing teenage bodies as the sunlight illuminated the scene. Ancient cock stirring, he’d nurse his morning wood, the old beast still raring to go.
One humid August morning, Grandpa decided it was time to make a move. He’d been too coy for too long. Patiently waiting on the couch, he called out, “Jessie, dear! I’ve got some medication I need you to fetch from the pharmacy. Be a good boy and help out your grandpa, won’t you?” The sweet old codger routine always worked like a charm.
“Ugh, fine,” Jessie groaned, rolling out of bed in a pair of low-hanging sweatpants that showcased his juicy teenage booty. Grandpa practically swallowed his tongue as he followed the kid around, “accidentally” brushing up against him, breathing his fresh teen scent, the musk of manhood blossoming into young adulthood.
“Here’s the list,” Jessie said, tossing the crumpled paper on the kitchen counter, his toned ass millimeters from Grandpa’s gnarled old mitts. “I’m outta here.” He grabbed his keys and headed out.
Rrrrr. Grandpa’s wheels turned with sinister glee. Alone at last, he sprinted to Jessie’s room, beelining for his sock drawer. Among the colorful stacked pairs, a well-worn sock caught his attention. Gently, carefully, he raised the prized possession to his nose, inhaling deeply. The pungent, sweaty aroma of unwashed teen cock filled his lungs, making his head swim. He groaned, the old coot, shamelessly sniffing his grandson’s dirty sock, stale cum caking the inside. His ancient cock strained, the old timer’s morning wood reaching a grueling afternoon hard-on, tenting his pants obscenely. Lust clouded his diamond eyes. He had to have Jessie.
Ripping the dirty sock off his wrinkled face, the horny old goat stumbled out of the room, practically falling down the stairs. Muscles and joints creaked and popped as he clumsily made his descent. “Fuck,” he cursed, “get it together, you disgusting old troll.” Finding the whiskey bottle, he knocked back a stiff drink, steeling his nerves.
When Jessie returned hours later, bag of meds in hand, he found Grandpa in the living room, clearly sauced, passed the hell out. The old man snored like a foghorn, booze-fuelled farts punctuating his slumber. Jessie shook his head in disgust, tossing the meds on the coffee table. “You’re a lazy good-for-nothing,” he huffed. “Do it yourself next time…”
But Grandpa wasn’t finished. Stirred from his drunken slumber, he fixed Jessie with a penetrating star. “C’mere for a minute, son. I wanna say something.” Jessie sighed, plopping down on the couch. But before he could open his mouth, Grandpa had a hand on the back of his neck, the old man’s grip stronger than Jessie anticipated. “Wha-?” was all the poor kid could get out before Grandpa forced a sloppy, whiskey-soaked kiss on him. Small hands pushed at the old man’s bony chest. “Gross, g-ger, watch it!” But Grandpa paid him no mind, wrangling the flailing teen’s head, forcing his tongue past Jessie’s lips. The teen gagged, eyes watering at the acrid taste, but Grandpa didn’t relent, working his tongue deep, swabbing the tight teenage space.
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