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Granny's Dirty Photographs

By: geronimo_appleby



A quick scene I pushed out today in which Robert has filched some dirty pictures taken years before of his grandmother. She discovers the photos are missing, and being a feisty, no-nonsense kind of lady she confronts him head-on.

I hope you enjoy the piece. I did it on the fly but I hope there aren't too many glitches in it. Please forgive any errors that remain.

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OK, I'll STFU and get this sown the wire. Again, I hope you enjoy the tale. There's potential for a continuation if you, the reader, would like some more, but you have to let me know.

GA – Langkawi, Malaysia – 18th of December 2012.




She confronted me in the kitchen. "Where are they?" she asked, stern-faced, arms folded.

One look told me she was angry.

My insides slid with greasy foreboding – I'd been greedy, held on to them for a day longer than I should have. Now I'd been caught out.

"What?" I said in response, but even as I tried to bluff it out I knew my grandmother wouldn't let it go. "Where's what, Gran?"

"You know damn well what, Robert," she snapped. She knew I'd done it, of course she knew, she could see the guilt in my burning cheeks and shifting eyes. "There's been nobody else in the house for days. Elaine's been on holiday for a week; the only other person to come in here is you. I know they were there on Tuesday ..." My grandmother held her arms up and fixed me with one of her uncompromising expressions. Having been a teacher for over thirty years she had the look down to a fine art. "Today's Saturday, Robert, and unless someone broke in and took them, targeted them specifically, the only possible culprit is you." My grandmother's finger jabbed in my direction.

It was one of those moments of humiliation when you wish the ground would just open up.

What had possessed me to take them? Why didn't I just look and put them back? I'd intended to return them as soon as I'd taken copies but I hadn't done it in time. What an idiot, a complete and utter twat. I should have known better than to think Gran wouldn't confront me about it; she isn't the type to let such a huge transgression pass by without speaking out – even if the occasion would be hugely embarrassing for both of us.

Looking at the floor, cheeks burning, I mumbled, "They're at home, in my bag, I was going to put them back. Honest."

"Sit down," my grandmother ordered after a few moments silence. Still avoiding her eye I slid the ladder-backed chair along the flagstones of the kitchen floor and sat down with my elbows resting on the deal table. She hit me with questions. "Why did you take them, Robert? And just what were you doing to find them? They weren't somewhere where anyone could just stumble across them, were they? You had to have been looking; had to have been snooping about."

"I'm so sorry, Gran," I mumbled, chin on my chest.

The way she'd spoken that word – snooping – I could hear the contempt dripping from every syllable. I've always been curious, inquisitive, or maybe, simply, downright nosey. I couldn't resist the temptation to pry into the intimate corners of my grandmother's private things when she was out, I was meant to be fitting a satellite dish to her house but decided to have a nose about while the opportunity was there. Being in her bedroom when I shouldn't have been gave me a buzz; I got a thrill from the possibility, remote as it was, of being caught. I don't know what I'd expected to find but coming across a couple of dozen dirty photos certainly never occurred to me.

At first I couldn't believe my eyes, my grandmother is usually prim and proper, not a prude – as the photos proved – but to me she always came across as straight-laced; she even frowned if I said the word 'shit' in her presence. Initially I'd wondered why gran had a stash of nude pictures, what would she get out of looking at some naked woman? And then, as the need to touch myself surged through me, I realised that the subject in the pictures was her – The girl in the photos was my own grandmother!

Now, Gran is still pretty fit. She's fifty-seven, and I know that because she was nineteen when she had my mother, and my mother was nineteen when she had me, and since I'm now nineteen ...

Gran has matured in the graceful, elegant way that a movie star might, in a kind of Helen Mirren style, and I could see quite clearly, now that I recognised her, that the girl in the photos was her. As I flicked through the stack of pictures I could hear my own laboured breathing, I was so turned on by my discovery that it didn't register at the time that this was my mother's mother I was all fired up over; all I knew was I had a cock like iron and I needed to pull it.

I took two photos and rushed into the bathroom. Then, with the pictures on the floor in front of me I knelt and unzipped my jeans.

"Sexy," I grunted, tugging hard at my cock, eyes glued to my grandmother's big breasts and the tangle of her pubic bush as she posed wide-legged on some ancient bed. "Fucking sexy," I moaned, still yanking hard. When I came, the spunk gushing out of me, I somehow managed to catch most of it in a wad of toilet tissue I had handy for that sole purpose.

Then, after a bit of a wipe-up, I tossed the clump of soggy tissue into the toilet bowl and flushed the evidence. A kind of madness overwhelmed me, and Instead of cooling my ardour my orgasm had merely fanned the flames of lust, and that's when I made to insane decision to take the pictures away with me. I had some lunatic idea that defied common sense about copying the photos on the computer scanner at home and then replacing them in the suitcase.

Only that hadn't happened and now I'd been accused outright by the outraged victim.

"Why did you take them" my grandmother asked, her tone softening a little. "What on Earth were you ..." She paused, a hand going to her mouth. "Oh my God!" she cried. "You haven't shown them to anyone, have you? My God, Robert, tell me nobody else has seen them."

"No!" I blurted, and finally dared to look at her face. "I swear, Gran, nobody else knows about them. Only me. I haven't shown them to anyone."

"Oh, thank God," my grandmother gasped. "That's good news. Oh dear, I don't know what I'd do if anyone else saw them. I need a drink."

She pushed her chair back from the table and went to the fridge. Gran poured gin into two glasses, added ice and, after pouring in a level of tonic water into each, handed me one.

I don't like gin but sipped at my drink all the same.

"So why did you take the pictures, Robert?" she asked again. When I just blinked a few times and looked at the table I think the penny dropped for her. "You ...?" she gasped. "You mean you looked at them and ...?

"I'm sorry," I muttered. "I can't explain it. I'm so ashamed. But ... but you were so beautiful, Gran. I mean, you still are, but ... but ... the girl in the photos ..."

"You shouldn't have done it, Robert," my grandmother admonished gently. "You shouldn't have been in my bedroom in the first place, but to do that while looking at pictures of me ..." She shook her head sadly. "I'm your grandma, Robert. You shouldn't think of me that way."

"I know, Gran," I replied, my voice a pathetic whine. "I'm so sorry."

"So you keep saying," the woman responded curtly. "You're sorry, yes, I know. Now, where are my pictures? I want my property returning, Robert."

"I told you, Gran, they're in my bag, at home."

Our house is a couple of miles from my Grandmother's. We live on a new-build estate close to the town centre while gran's place is the same big detached house that my mother and her sister grew up in. My grandmother lives in the house alone, my grandfather having run off with another teacher the same year I was born. I go round a couple of times a week to carry out any general maintenance that needs doing, or to run an errand or two. Gran's other regular visitor is Elaine, a colleague of hers who only lives two doors down the road.

"Well, will you bring them back as soon as you can? Later on today, or tomorrow at the absolute latest."

I nodded and drained the rest of the gin. "Tomorrow, Gran," I agreed, and then added, "I'd better finish off that gutter." I left my grandmother sitting at the table with her thoughts.

***

When I got home I spread the pictures across my bed and, unable to resist the urge, pulled myself off while looking at them again. God, but my grandmother was hot stuff when she was younger. I tugged on my dick and stared at her face as she smiled so confidently into the camera. I wondered who had taken the pictures – Granddad, or someone else? And what had happened immediately afterwards? Had my grandmother spread her legs and flaunted herself at the photographer? Had she offered her cunt to whoever had taken the photos? I could just about imagine her doing it, asking to be licked or fucked; I could hear her voice in my head, and the vulgarity of the words from my grandmother's pure mouth thrilled me.

"You sexy old bitch," I gasped when the goo spurted out of me. "I wish I could take pictures of you now. I'd suck your tits and lick your pussy until you begged me to stick my cock into you."

But when my boiling lust cooled I felt so ashamed of those thoughts and words. What the hell was wrong with me? Carnal thoughts about a fifty-seven year-old woman were bad enough, but my own grandmother ...? Was I sick, some kind of pervert?

Yet, the next morning, despite the self-loathing of the night before, I still copied the images so I'd have a permanent memento to masturbate over after I'd returned the originals.

"You brought them?" Grandma asked as soon as I set foot in the kitchen.

I nodded and slopped my backpack down on the kitchen table. "In here," I said.

My grandmother reached for the bag and unzipped it. She pulled the bulky envelope from within and checked inside. Then, to my surprise, she tipped the photos onto the table.

Picking one at random, my grandmother studied the image for a few seconds. "I was a looker in my day," she murmured. Then, fixing her eyes on me, peering over the rims of her spectacles, she added, "Don't you think so, Robert? Wasn't I a beauty?"

Speechless for a moment, I nodded. "You were very beautiful, Gran," I managed to croak a few seconds later. I looked at her, some indefinable emotion swelling in my throat, and from nowhere, I uttered the same words as the previous day. "You still are, Gran. You're still beautiful."

I felt a yearning for her, my own grandmother, and at that second I felt I could just go to her and take hold of her hand before staring into her eyes and kissing her mouth. My cock was huge and uncomfortable pressed inside my jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to unzip and haul forth my tumescence for her to see.

A strange atmosphere settled between us while I looked at her and she stared back at me.

"Do you think so, Robert?" I heard my grandmother whisper. Her voice sounded so far away, I thought for a moment that I'd imagined that she'd spoken. "Do you really think I'm still beautiful?"

Nothing else in the world existed in those few moments, everything in the universe had condensed – nothing existed except for my grandmother and me and that kitchen.

I swear, in that twilight zone as I moved towards her, I swear my grandmother tilted her face towards me in readiness for a kiss. We were a foot apart, then six inches, she took hold of both my hands in hers, I saw her lips, coloured pink with her favourite lipstick, part as I leaned in to taste her.

"Hello! Anybody home? Sarah? Are you there?" 

We both jumped as though a huge burst of electric current had zapped between us when Elaine announced her arrival from the back doorstep. 

With great presence of mind my grandmother scooped up the photos and shoved them into my backpack. "You're back!" she exclaimed just as Elaine appeared through the back door. "We were just about to have a cup of tea," she added, "but now you're here it's a good excuse for a proper drink." Without looking at me directly my grandmother asked, "Don't you think so, Robert? I could use a drink. How about you?"

My hands and legs trembled with the closeness of almost being caught by Elaine and the possibility of what might have been. I nodded. "OK, Gran," I warbled, my voice tremulous. And even though I wasn't a fan of the gin, I swallowed it down when it arrived a few minutes later.

***

I'd sat at the kitchen table and listened to Elaine tell us all about her holiday, or rather I'd sat and not heard a word Elaine had to say I was so overwhelmed by what had almost happened with my grandmother. Normally I would have enjoyed being in Elaine's company, she's twenty years younger than my grandmother and a terrific flirt. I've got the hots for Elaine, and I'd like to think that if I made a real move on her she wouldn't be averse to a little hanky panky.

That had been a week ago and I hadn't been back to visit my grandmother since. Finally I decided that it hadn't happened, that coming close to kissing my grandmother had been just my mind playing tricks. I'd been so wound up by the whole photographs thing that I'd imagined her pink lips coming to meet mine.

Every time I thought about the scene in the kitchen at gran's house I winced with chagrin. What if I'd actually kissed her and she'd recoiled in horror? She probably already thought I was some kind of perv for wanking off to pictures of her anyway. No, in the end I realised that Elaine had saved me from making a complete arse of myself, for if she hadn't arrived just at the right time I might have earned myself a place in my grandmother's bad books forever. I mean, how would I come back from laying a kiss on my own mother's mother?

I let it lie for another week, deciding that I'd go over to see gran at the weekend, apologise for purloining the pictures in the first place, beg her forgiveness, and then maybe concentrate my attention on Elaine. OK, Elaine herself is twenty years my senior, but she's a sexy lady – good-looking and shapely – who seemed to enjoy the younger man.

"Look who it is," my grandmother said archly when I appeared a little shame-facedly at her door. "It's been a while, Robert," she chided gently.

Despite my plan to apologise and then head up the road to Elaine's house – I had decided on the bold approach and was going to ask her outright if she'd like to meet for a drink that evening – I still experienced a frisson of desire for my grandmother. I couldn't get those damned pictures out of my head.

"I thought I might give you a little time to ... get over what I did," I said. "You know, think about it all without me being around."

"I've been thinking about it quite a lot as it happens," she replied, moving away from me and through the house into her lounge room. "Come on through, Robert," she called. "Take a cold drink from the fridge if you want one."

I opened the fridge and pulled out a Coke. Popping the tab I then walked through to the lounge. My grandmother had settled into one of the two comfortable chairs; I sat in its twin opposite her.

"Thanks," I said, raising the can.

"Like I said," gran continued. "I've been thinking about the whole thing quite a lot." She gave me her direct, schoolmarm look, the one where she peered sternly over the rims of her specs. "And I wondered, Robert, if you'd tell me about ..." Here she paused and, for one of the few times ever that I've known her, appeared flustered and unsure. "Well ..." she continued, actually squirming in her seat while she tackled the problem of what to say. "When you looked at the pictures. Do I understand you correctly? Did you masturbate, Robert? That's what I'm trying to ask."

My face burned but I suppose she deserved an answer no matter how humiliating the truth might be to me.

I nodded. "Yes, Gran." I swigged at the cola, suddenly thirsty as hell. Even a gin would have been welcome about then.

"You looked at the photos and ... and ..."

"Yes," I hissed, my eyes squeezed tightly closed. "I did." Then I opened my eyes and looked at her, leaning forward in the chair. "Haven't we gone over this already?" I asked, eyes beseeching her to stop tormenting me.

"I just wanted to know for sure, Robert," my grandmother said quietly. "And did you mean what you said, just before Elaine arrived – Do you think I'm still beautiful?"

"Oh God, Gran," I sighed, slumping back in my seat. "Yes, I do," I admitted in a groan. "I can still see you as you were in those photos. You haven't changed all that much."

"Oh, I have, Robert," gran said mysteriously, a knowing smirk tilting the corners of her mouth. Then, without giving me any time to fully analyze her meaning, she went on quickly. "Tell me, did you take copies of the photos?"

My mouth opened and closed a few times as I sat there stunned. How had she guessed?

As though she could read my mind, my grandmother then said, "I do know a few things about computers and scanners, Robert." She fixed me with a look of what appeared to be wry amusement. "I know you've got a scanner at home. It doesn't take much imagination to conclude you might have taken copies." She rose to her feet and I, in an automatic response, copied the action. "All I ask is that you don't show them to anyone else. Ever. Other than that you can keep them for your ... personal use."

"No," I blurted, horrified that she'd sussed me out. I'd been caught again! Oh, the embarrassment. How could I look her in the eye ever again knowing that she knew I had the pictures? "I'll get rid of them, Gran," I babbled. "I won't keep them. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

"Oh, Robert," my grandmother sighed. She shook her head and looked at me with what I took to be a pitying expression. "It doesn't matter, dear. Don't get all agitated."

She left the room and I heard her footsteps on the stairs as I collapsed into the seat behind me. I finished my drink without registering anything and placed the empty can on a side table. Then I sat there with my thoughts going round in circles.

I didn't have a clue how long I sat in that chair. It could have been five minutes, it might have been ten, hell, for all I knew it could have been half an hour, but however long it was I couldn't get the thoughts of my transgression out of my mind. To say I was ashamed was putting it mildly; I had wild fantasies of leaving the country, maybe joining the French Foreign Legion, perhaps after a few years fighting someone else's wars I could come home and face her.

"Robert?" I heard my grandmother call. "Are you still downstairs?"

Sighing heavily I rose and walked to the door. Tilting my face up the stairs, I called out, "Yes, Gran, I'm still here."

"Come up here," she replied. "I've found something you might like to see."

Leaden anxiety dropped into the pit of my stomach. What now? Surely not more pictures? I couldn't deal with this any longer. I had to get out of there or I feared I might go insane.

"I ... I don't want to, Gran," I called out, my voice shaky. "I think I'd just better go."

All I wanted was to go home and hide in my room for ... oh, say ten or twenty years, but my grandmother's voice grew insistent.

"Come upstairs, Robert. I really think you'll like it."

So, with my heart heavy with its burden of guilt, and with a deep foreboding rolling in my stomach, I gripped the banister and stepped onto the first tread of the stairs.

When I got to the door of my grandmother's room I stopped, my mouth falling open.

"Come in, Robert," my grandmother said in greeting.

"Fucking hell," I murmured, my brain refusing to believe the message from my eyes.

She stepped a few paces towards me on a pair of towering heels. "Am I still beautiful?" my grandmother breathed.


Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 02



In response to some of the feedback for Granny's Dirty Photographs I cobbled the following together. I hope you enjoy the scene I describe below. In this scenario Robert's grandmother has a little surprise for him at her house. It all starts well but unfortunately there's a glitch, a bump in the road of their incestuous relationship that seems like it will knock the wheel off the cart.

Anyway, here it is, the follow-up; I've also left a postscript at the end of the piece that I couldn't include here in the preamble because it kinda gives the game away.

As usual, feedback is hugely appreciated. Feedback can be by PM, Public Comments below the scene itself, or by email. If you want a response to feedback, then email is best.

There might (very probably) be typos and the occasional blooper in the text. I did go over the piece a few times to spot any fuck-ups, but invariably I miss a couple or three things every time. I hope any errors that are contained herein don't detract from the overall enjoyment.

Merry Christmas.

GA -- Lankawi Island, Malaysia -- 25th of December 2012. 

She wouldn't tell me the secret. No matter how many times I asked, or how much I whined, she refused to divulge the reason for exactly why she wanted me to visit her on Saturday night. I suspected it would be something sexual, that my grandmother had something dirty in mind for us, but try as I might, even when I asked her when my tongue and fingers had taken her to the brink of orgasm she didn't tell. 

"Wait and see," she said, all mysterious and coy but with a definite glint in her eye. "I guarantee, Robert, that you'll love it."

Five days I waited, five days that passed with agonising slowness, and as the time dribbled by I imagined various scenarios, all lewd, all involving my beautiful, sexy grandmother.

We'd been fucking for two months by then. It all came about, the incestuous affair between me and my mother's mother, when I found a stash of nude photographs under gran's bed. She caught me out and, after a shaky start during her seduction -- she got cold feet for a moment -- we ended up romping all over those same photographs as they lay spread across her bed. The day I lost my virginity to my own grandmother she'd worn a pink corset -- her favourite colour -- stockings and heels, and I imagined that the surprise she said she had for me on the coming Saturday featured her in new lingerie.

Or perhaps, I mused, she wanted me to take some photos of her; or maybe even a video of us fucking!

As it turned out, when that Saturday evening eventually rolled around, let's just say that what lay in store had me speechless.

***

On the day itself the hours dragged by even more slowly. It felt to me like time was stuck in glue. When I looked at the clock, expecting half-an-hour to have past, I saw that it was only five minutes since I'd last checked. In the morning my guts were tight knots of apprehension, but as the day wore on that feeling gave way to liquid anxiety.

It didn't help matters when my grandmother phoned at ten in the morning and murmured filth down the line, a sewer-mouthed description in the most vivid terms of what she wanted me to do to her pussy -- and all with my mother standing scant yards away, blithely unaware of what a nasty, potty-mouth her mother had.

When my grandmother got going she really let rip, dropping the prim and proper schoolteacher act completely.

"I'm playing with my cunt right now, Robert," gran whispered down the phone. "You like it when I say that word, don't you, you dirty boy?" "I wish you were here right not to lick it. My pussy's growling for your cock, darling." She gasped and then chuckled. "Ooh, that felt good. My clit's so big, Robert. I'm fingering it and it feels so good. When I hang up the phone I'm going to play with myself, darling. You think about that; think about your granny with her legs spread wide ..." She paused, knowing the image would solidify in my mind. "Think about it, Robert; my cunt all swollen and hot for your tongue and lovely cock."

"Are you sure you don't want me to come round before seven, Gran?" I asked, my voice catching as desire swelled my cock. "I can come over any time you like."

Gran chuckled again, a rich, throaty, dirty sound. "You just want to come on my tits, Robert, you wicked boy." My fingers whitened as I gripped the phone more tightly when I heard the woman gasp and groan. "I'd love it if you could visit me sooner, Robert," my grandmother said. My heart leapt into my throat and my cock grew even stiffer when I thought she was inviting me over earlier than our planned rendezvous. However my excitement was short-lived. "But you can't, darling," my grandmother breathed, gasping again. "Your surprise won't be ... ready until seven. You'll just have to be patient. Now I'm going to go, Robert. See you at seven, not a second earlier. Do you understand? Not one second before seven or you might ruin everything."

"OK, Gran," I managed to say in a voice close to normal. "Seven. I got it."

"And no playing with yourself, or if you do, don't come. You've got to fuck like a machine tonight, darling."

And that's how she left me, the teasing bitch.

I nearly shit when my mother touched my shoulder, saying, "Are you all right?"

"Uh ... Yeah, Mum, I ... er ... I've just got a bit of a headache, that's all."

My mother looked at me, concern in her expression. "If you like," she began, "I'll go and stay with my mother tonight. If you're not well ...?"

Holy shit! No, that would fuck it up completely!

"It isn't that bad, Mum," I said hurriedly. "I'll take a couple of pills and be fine."

My mother frowned. "OK, Robert," she sighed, adding, "it's only my mother being a silly old woman anyway. I don't know why she's suddenly worried about being alone at nights. She's lived in that house on her own for years." My mother tutted and rolled her eyes. She fixed me with a tender smile, saying, "I think it's sweet of you to stay with her tonight. You're a good lad, a nice young man. I'm so proud."

"Thanks, Mum," I replied, walking away as my cheeks began to burn.

I wonder what my mother would say if she knew I'd be balls deep inside her mother in, hopefully, a little over nine hours time? Would she be so proud of me then?

***

Finally the hands on the clock crawled around to show the time at two minutes to seven. As torturous as it had been, remembering my grandmother's very specific warning about not arriving before seven o'clock, I'd left it late so that my arrival would be about five minutes after the hour.

Being young and insurance premiums the cost that they are, and because I didn't earn much in my job as a trainee manager in the supermarket, and because fuel is so fucking expensive, I normally used my pushbike to go back and forth between home and gran's house. But I was too impatient to pedal over, so I drove. During the short drive to gran's house I realized I'd owned the car for close on two years. My mother and grandmother had clubbed together and bought the VW Golf second hand for my eighteenth birthday, and I wondered where the time had gone now that my twentieth birthday loomed closer. It occurred to me that my grandmother would soon be fifty-eight since her birthday followed a week after mine. I grinned when I thought about what gifts we could exchange this year.

My grandmother met me at the back door, our habitual access and egress to the house. As usual she wore lingerie and heels -- she has a thing about her age and how, she reckons, she's no longer the svelte young thing she was in the photos I discovered. Despite me maintaining endlessly that she's glamorous and beautiful and how she makes my cock hard when I just look at her, she insists on the corsets and negligees. Not that I complain too much, I really like the way my grandmother looks when she's all dressed up for sex.

"Don't say a word," Robert," she cautioned in a whisper, with a forefinger pressed to her lips. "Even when you see your surprise, don't say anything. You'll be surprised, pleasantly surprised, but don't say a word no matter what."

I frowned and asked why the need for me to be silent. "I don't understand, Gran. What is it? What's the surprise?"

"Wait and see. It's in the lounge. We'll go through in a moment, but for now, darling, kiss me."

"I love the stockings, Gran," I murmured when we parted, reluctantly on my part. I love kissing my grandmother's mouth. "And you've had your hair done."

My grandmother preened, obviously pleased I'd noticed. "I'm all smooth between my legs as well, Robert," she murmured into my ear, her hand pressing against the bulge in my jeans. "And you look very handsome tonight yourself." She took a pace backwards, her hand still attached to my jeans front. "Did you manage to go the whole day without wanking your gorgeous cock?"

"Just like you said, gran."

"And you smell divine as well."

I'd taken an age in the bathroom, bathing and shaving; my grandmother doesn't like her dirty boy to be dirty.

"Can I see my surprise now?" I asked abruptly, the anticipation swelling in my guts.

"Of course. We'll go through now. Just remember," my grandmother cautioned, fixing me with her stern over-the-rims-of-her-spectacles look, "no speaking. You'll understand why as soon as you see what's waiting."

Gran led the way with me eagerly following behind. I almost bumped into her such was the level of anticipation, but as soon as I walked into the lounge I understood why I had to keep quiet.

My grandmother strode over to the settee and halted. She turned her face towards me, smiling hugely when she saw the expression on my face. "He's here," she said as she turned away from my bulging eyes and wide open mouth to address the woman sitting on the sofa.

Elaine, my grandmother's colleague and friend, a woman twenty years older than me, and who I fancied the arse off, tilted her head to one side.

"Is he?" she asked, her eyes blindfolded.

"Yes," my grandmother replied in her stern schoolteacher's voice. "You should see him Elaine. He's a handsome young man, very good-looking. He's still dressed but I can tell you he's stiff with desire."

"H ... How old is he?" Elaine asked, her voice warbling.

"Nineteen, darling," my grandmother breathed. "I know you like them young."

"I do, Sarah," Elaine replied, using my grandmother's Christian name.

Questions, I had questions. How, for example, had my grandmother set this up? How the hell had she convinced Elaine to come to her house for sex? Was this a regular thing between them? Were they a couple of lesbians? I instantly dismissed that notion, my grandmother liked cock, I knew that for a fact since she'd sucked mine and been fucked by it enough times over the last few weeks. I'd bet they were bisexual though.

I looked at my grandmother, a woman of many surprises.

"He's going to undress now, Elaine," gran said. "Then he's going to let you feel his cock. No wanking it," she warned. I don't want him squirting spunk all over my furniture, but you can feel him and perhaps have a little lick."

"Yes," Sarah," Elaine murmured. "I'd like that."

"Take your clothes off," my grandmother snapped at me. "Strip and I'll help her out of her clothes."

As I stripped naked I watched Elaine rise to her feet. She slid her blouse over her shoulders after gran unfastened the buttons for her. She reached back to unclasp her own bra while my grandmother unbuckled the broad belt around Elaine's waist. The short pleated kilt pooled around Elaine's feet to leave her naked.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" my grandmother asked as she cupped Elaine's round breasts in her palms. "She's a fitness nut, spends hours in the gym ... but it pays off, doesn't it?" When I nodded, licking my dry lips as I stared at Elaine's body, my grandmother added, "He's staring at you, Elaine. I think he likes you. He's got this hungry look in his eye and ..." Gran chuckled, "... he's big and hard, Elaine. His cock's all stiff." My grandmother signalled for me to approach with the sweep of one arm. "Come here and stroke her breasts," she instructed. "Elaine loves to have her breasts massaged, don't you, darling?"

"Yes," Elaine murmured. "It makes me so wet when a hot young bloke squeezes my tits."

Elaine sighed when my fingers closed over her firm tit-flesh. She reached blindly, searching for my dick.

"Here he is, Elaine," my grandmother said, guiding the woman's hand to my tumescence. "Isn't he stiff!"

"Oh fuck," Elaine gasped when she felt my stiffness. Her hand fisted around my girth. "That's a nice big cock. He's going to fuck me with it, isn't he, Sarah?"

"Eventually," my grandmother replied, winking at me. "But I might have him first ... I'm a little excited by the thought of seeing the two of you together and I fancy a bit of his cock as well."

"If you do fuck him first, let me taste your pussy on his dick."

My grandmother gave her dark, sexy chuckle. "You're in a filthy mood tonight, Elaine."

"It's your fault, Sarah. Teasing me all day about fucking a sexy young man; no fucking wonder I'm horny." I groaned as Elaine's fingers slid along the length of me, then I stiffened, not in a good way, but my body tensed when Elaine asked, "Where did you find a nineteen-year-old to fuck, Sarah?"

"He's just a nice young man I know," my grandmother smoothly replied. "Now," she added, seamlessly, "what did I say about not wanking him? He'll be flicking spunk all over my carpet and settee if you're not careful. "Why don't you suck his cock instead?"

Elaine laughed. "Won't that have him spunking as well?"

"If he does, you'll just have to gulp it all down."

Elaine sat, but not before she released my cock and traced a palm over my stomach and chest, commenting favourably on my musculature when she squeezed my shoulders. Her fingers traced my face and combed through my hair.

Elaine smiled and nodded. "He's nice," she said. "The blindfold idea is fantastic, Sarah. I feel so ... so vulnerable. Not threatened," she added. "It's like I'm at your mercy. He could do anything to me."

Then she groped for me, her fingers bumping against my dick.

I groaned and pushed my fingers into Elaine's short hair when Elaine's tongue slid over the dome of my cock-head and my grandmother pressed her body against my flank, her breasts squashing between us. "Kiss me, darling," she murmured into my ear, and so I swivelled to face her and our lips touched.

Elaine's lips made a wet, smacking sound as she let my hard-on plop out of her mouth after a few moments of slurping and sucking. "Kiss me as too," she groaned, fingers mushing against her own vulva. "Either one of you. Just kiss me."

My grandmother leaned over the seated woman, her boobs dangling and swaying. "Let me taste his cock on your tongue, Elaine," she whispered.

I watched the two women's tongues sliding and writhing, over and over while they both sighed and groaned. Elaine's hand kept busy between her legs while my grandmother massaged the younger woman's tits.

My grandmother's eyes flashed venom when, in a mindless moment, as I stroked my cock, I muttered an obscenity.

"Lick her cunt," she snarled at me, shaking her head and pressing a forefinger against her lips again. She pushed Elaine back into her seat and forced the woman's legs apart.

When I saw the swollen lips of Elaine's sex and the hot, scarlet core of her cunt, I moaned and dropped to my knees.

My grandmother urged me on when I dabbed my tongue at Elaine's clitoris. I probed at the woman, tasting her desire as she juiced heavily, and I had more concern for her staining my grandmother's sofa than me gushing semen all over the place. While she watched and rubbed her own pussy with one vigorous hand, my grandmother roughly squeezed Elaine's boobs. Elaine herself gabbled and groaned, giving me occasional near breathless instructions on where to lick and how fast.

"You're going to get me off," Elaine gasped, fingers clawing at the fabric of gran's settee. "My clit," she squealed. "Suck it between your teeth. Really suck it. Push a finger inside me. Fuck me with your fingers. Oh, fuck, Sarah," the woman grunted, almost bent double now that I'd pulled her hips to the sofa's edge and lifted and bent her legs at the knees so I could devour her cunt. "I'm going to do it. I'm going to fucking come."

"Do it, darling," my grandmother urged. She still had one hand on Elaine's breasts despite the woman's knees being almost on her chest. "Come on his face, Elaine. Let it go, sweetheart. Let his mouth take you there."

Elaine climaxed in a thrashing of limbs. She gasped and winced and raked her nails along my forearms as the lust boiled out of her.

"Fuck her while she coming!" my grandmother cried. "Force her legs apart and fuck her dirty cunt."

"Please," Elaine gasped. "Yes, please. Stick it in me. Fuck me!"

My grandmother collapsed onto the sofa next to Elaine while I balanced precariously on my knees, the shaft of my cock in one fist as I aimed at her body.

"Fuck her," my grandmother grunted through a wince and clenched jaw. "Give it to her. Let me see her pussy all stretched by your big cock. Fuck her, you beautiful bastard."

My grandmother wailed and gasped, three fingers jammed into her pussy as she rubbed quickly at her clit. I watched her tits shiver and roll while her face twisted into a mask of sublime pleasure. She grunted three times and then, with one final bellow, her body tensed and she came noisily.

"Oh, you're so fucking stiff inside me," I heard Elaine say. "I'll come again if you bang my pussy hard. Please," she mewled. "Really pound me. Fuck me hard and make me come on your dick."

I did my best to comply with the woman's wishes, stabbing at her with my cock until the wet squelching of our coupling filled the room. I probed deep, stirring Elaine's insides with the length of me, altering the angle of each thrust just as my grandmother had taught me. Leaning in on bent arms, taking almost all my weight on my legs -- I'd feel the ache in my calves the next day and wonder what the hell I'd done to make the muscles so sore -- I pressed my mouth to Elaine's and kissed her as she came.

Then, unable to take the glorious sensation of Elaine's clenching insides squeezing my dick, overwhelmed by the sounds and tastes and sights my grandmother had engineered for my pleasure, I groaned and squirted semen into the woman's body.

"He's coming," Elaine yelped. "He's filling me with spunk."

I waited for them on my grandmother's bed while Elaine removed the blindfold and peed in the bathroom. While the sound of her water tinkled into the toilet bowl I stroked my slippery cock and thought about much I loved my grandmother for setting this up. I'd ask her later, after we made love in her big bed I'd ask about her and Elaine, but for now I was happy enough with the second woman I'd fucked in my life so far.

Just as I wondered what other surprises my grandmother might have in her repertoire, I heard voices on the landing.

"He's already hard," I heard my grandmother say to a newly blindfolded Elaine. "He must really like you a lot, darling."

"I like him, Sarah," Elaine replied as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Can I take the blindfold off so I can see for myself?"

"No," my grandmother barked. "He doesn't want you to know who he is."

Elaine gasped, her fingers going to her mouth. "You don't mean I know him? Sarah, no, it ... it isn't a former pupil of mine, is it?"

"No," my grandmother responded truthfully, I'd gone to a different school to the one Elaine and gran taught in. "He isn't." She paused and I wondered if she was thinking up a reply, winging it. "But he knows someone you know, he's related to a friend of yours and doesn't want anyone to find out about our tryst."




Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 02



I wondered about the wisdom of sailing so close to the wind of truth, a sudden gust could easily capsize the tiny craft of our incestuous secret.

But I needn't have worried, for Elaine, after a moment or two of thought, shrugged her shoulders. "OK," she replied, "but I'll find out sometime."

Gran and I exchanged a look. Hers seemed to suggest that she thought Elaine would be lucky to find out. After all, my grandmother herself was the friend I was related to, and she wasn't about to reveal all to Elaine. My look was plain old worried.

"Good luck o you, dear," my grandmother said, and then, in one of her deft moves at changing the subject, suggested that Elaine get on all fours so I could fuck into her from behind.

For the next half-an-hour I stirred the residue of my earlier deposit with my cock while my grandmother fucked herself with a thick rubber cock and Elaine purred and sighed. At first we fucked doggy style before she then climbed aboard and used my upright pole to get herself to another noisy orgasm. Occasionally, while I moved around the bed as we changed positions, my grandmother would take a few licks at Elaine's pussy with her tongue. Finally, with our mouths locked in a deep kiss, I grunted a guttural warning and felt myself explode into the woman for a second time.

"He comes buckets of spunk,' Elaine gasped when, after I rolled off her she felt between her legs, her fingers coming up smeared with goo.

My grandmother then, while I stared all slack-jawed at her, took Elaine's spunk-smeared digits into her mouth.

When Elaine left, my grandmother explained that the two of them had been playing with each other for a couple of years, nothing serious, just a mutually enjoyed playtime when the fancy took them.

"Are you shocked, Robert?" gran asked. "I've given you cause to be surprised over the last few weeks, haven't I? I bet you never imagined your old granny could be such a slut." She chuckled. "You're grandfather and I had some wild times in the old days," the woman revealed. "Swinging with other like-minded couples on holidays in Blackpool and Scarborough. Oh, we had some fun. I've sucked three cocks one after the other before, darling. Your granddad loved to watch me fuck other men ... And I used to play with myself and watch him fucking other women." Gran tutted and shook her head. "But the silly bugger fell in love with someone else and left me," she said sadly. Then, shaking her head she brightened suddenly. "But now I've got Elaine and you, my dear. That's enough sexiness for me just now."

"I love you," I murmured, remembering the nude pictures that had been the catalyst for all that followed.

"Then kiss me on the lips," my grandmother sighed, inviting me to settle on top of her with her open arms and spread thighs. She chuckled and added, "And then you can kiss my other lips before you fuck me."

It wasn't until my tongue lapped at my grandmother's thick, meaty labia that I realised the huge mistake I'd made.

"What is it, Robert?" my grandmother asked when she saw the expression on my face. I'd been in the process of licking her to a climax when the realisation hit me.

"Elaine," I groaned, "she'll guess it was me tonight."

My grandmother frowned. She shook her head in denial. "No, I don't think so, Robert. She might try, but how could she guess?"

"My car, gran. I came over in my car tonight. It's parked on the kerb right outside on the other side of the hedge."

***

It was obvious it wasn't good news; I could tell by my grandmother's face that Elaine, on the other end of the phone, had seen my car and, even though English was her forte, the subject she taught, Elaine had made four out of two plus two.

Gran confirmed this after hanging up the phone.

"Shit," she said, shoulders slumped as she sat on the edge of the bed. She dropped the mobile phone onto the carpet. "Shit, shit, shit," she repeated, so fast that the words ran together. She looked at me, scared and suddenly old, her corset and stockings making her ridiculous rather than sexy during that debilitating moment of realisation.

It hit me then: my grandmother's reputation; her career; her Civil Service pension jeopardised, all for dirty, clandestine sex with her grandson. I suddenly felt sick, my stomach greasy at the thought of my mother knowing what we'd done together. What had I been thinking to sleep with my grandmother in the first place?

Incest, the word sounded foul, a pollutant to my life now that our sordid secret was out.

"She's coming over," my grandmother mumbled. "Elaine," she added, as if I needed any confirmation. "She said she would be at the back door in a couple of minutes. She said she saw your car ..." For a few moments my grandmother sat there, her face in her hands. Then she sighed heavily and turned her bleak face towards me. "What are we going to do, Robert?" A single tear slid over her cheek.

I had no answers, I even felt like crying myself. Shrugging I replied with a rhetorical, "Let her in and see what she's got to say?"

Gran shrugged her own shoulders. "Nothing else for it, I suppose."

After peeling the stockings off, my grandmother unhooked the stays on her corset and let it drop to the carpet. Naked, her buttocks jiggling, she lifted her towelling robe off the hook on the back of the bedroom door. Finally, her modesty restored, gran, looking just like a normal grandmother, no longer a ravishing sex goddess, cast me a sorrowful look and left me alone in her bed.

I sighed and began to dress, wondering what the hell I would be doing at the same time the next evening.

The French Foreign Legion seemed a pleasant alternative to whatever might lay in store.

My arrival in the kitchen downstairs coincided with Elaine's knock on the back door. My grandmother, who had just poured three very large gins, looked at me, shrugged and then opened the door.

Elaine stood on the step for a few seconds, her eyes flicking from my grandmother to me and then settling again on gran.

"I've just poured us a drink, Elaine," gran said as she stepped aside to allow Elaine access. "I certainly need one. What about you?"

Elaine stepped into the kitchen and gran closed the door. "I'll have a drink," she said. "Thanks, Sarah."

We took the drinks into the lounge, the scene of our earlier debauchery. My cheeks flamed when I pictured what had happened in that room just a short time before. Elaine settled on the sofa, in the same seat she'd occupied when she'd babbled and climaxed and I'd squirted her full of semen.

Silence except for the chinking of ice in my grandmother's glass as she sipped gin followed after I sat in one of the armchairs, gran in the other. I swallowed heavily, nervous at what Elaine might say.

"Well," Elaine began. "This is a turn up, eh?" She took a drink and eyed my grandmother before she turned her attention to me. "You and your grandmother, Robert? You're fucking your own granny."

A sudden anger flared in my chest when the woman smirked and sipped some more gin. Who was she to judge? She'd been happy enough to open her legs to, as far as she knew, a complete stranger. Her thing was younger men, and she had no qualms about satisfying her lust by getting her cunt fucked and filled with spunk. So what if I loved my grandmother? We weren't hurting anyone. I wasn't raping her. We enjoyed a full physical relationship -- rampant fucking when the animal urge was upon us, tender and loving when we felt close to each other. Besides, hadn't Elaine enjoyed intimate times alone with my grandma? Who did she think she was? She was a kinky bitch herself, prowling around after young men.

"I love her," I said, indignation in my tone of voice.

"Sure," Elaine nodded. "Of course you do, Robert. And Sarah's a very sexy woman; I can't blame you for fancying her." She grinned at me. "You know I quite fancy her myself. She's told you about our time together?"

I nodded. "Yes, I know."

"And she's told you I like young cock? Just like yours, Robert. You're right up my street. Nineteen—"

"—I'm almost twenty," I put in.

Elaine gave a wicked smile and small shrug of her shoulders. "Just as good, Robert. I'll fuck you when you're twenty; I'll even go to twenty-one, twenty-two ... I enjoyed having you tonight. So eager, so stiff, and you came so much ..." Elaine sighed and squirmed against the settee.

"What are you going to do, Elaine?" my grandmother interjected. "I can't stand this to-and-fro. Tell me. What are you going to do now you've guessed what's going on?"

"Sarah," Elaine said with a gasp. "You don't think I'm going to shout about you and Robert, do you?"

"I don't know, Elaine," gran replied. "I just don't know. Surely you realise what would happen if it became common knowledge?"

Elaine laughed. "I'd say the school governors might frown at incest, Sarah." Then there came a long pause. Elaine had used the word; it was out there between us. The seconds ticked past, a full half-a-minute before Elaine delivered her bombshell. "But I think you fucking your own grandson is the hottest thing I've ever heard of. When I saw Robert's car parked outside I almost fell over with the shock. It all added up: his age; what you'd said about him being the relative of a friend of mine; the reason for the blindfold and why he never spoke ..." Elaine stood up and, to my gape-mouthed surprise, began to undress.

My grandmother gasped. "Elaine," she said. "What are you doing? What ...?"

"Come on, Sarah," the woman said with a smirk and twinkling eyes. "Let's put on a little show for Robert. Then I can watch you two fucking. It's only fair," she added, "you've seen him banging the shit out of me twice already."

My grandmother looked across the gap between us. "What do you think, Robert?"

"I love you, gran," I sighed. "I'll do whatever you say."

"What about me, Robert?" Elaine broke in, naked with her breasts cupped in her hands. "Could you get to love me too? Just a little."

A few moments later my grandmother lay sprawled on the sofa while Elaine slurped and slobbered at her sex.

"Come here, darling," gran groaned at me when I too had stripped bare. "Come closer and watch us. Watch Elaine licking me. Kiss me when I climax, Robert."

When I walked towards the sofa I took in the detail of Elaine's body. The gym work and running had given the woman taut, shapely legs and tight buttocks. I appreciated the lines of her narrow waist and flaring hips as she knelt and splayed my grandmother's labia, her arse high in the air.

Elaine stopped lapping gran's pussy and grinned at me when I slid a hand over her back and then squeezed her buttocks. "We're all going to have so much fun, Robert," she said with a wink.

"I thought you'd be disgusted by this Elaine," I replied, leaning in to taste my grandmother's essence off Elaine's tongue.

We kissed for a short time before Elaine replied with, "Fuck no. This is just up my street. Great sex with two sexy people. And you, my gorgeous fucking man, are as good as it gets. I loved having your cock inside me. You got so hard! I want to fuck you a lot more now that I've found you." She kissed me again, this time holding my head with one hand to force her tongue deeper into my mouth while, with her other hand she slid her thumb over my grandmother's clitoris. "Do you think you can handle two sexed up ladies in your life, Robert?"

"I'm sure he can," my grandmother responded on my behalf. "Now shut up talking, Elaine. Lick my cunt." Gran glanced at me as she hissed that word; she knew it gave me a thrill to hear the obscenity drip from her lips. "Eat my cunt and make me all wet for my grandson's dick. You wanted to see us fuck, Elaine? Well, it's going to happen soon."

Shortly afterwards, following a loud and very vocal orgasm, my grandmother straddled my thighs as I sat on the sofa. With my erection perpendicular, the woman's big tits brushed my face as she eased herself onto the length of my upright shaft.

"Oh, fuck," my grandmother groaned. "I needed this. Suck my nipples, Robert," gran grunted as she began to slide up and down on my cock. "Play with my tits while I fuck your lovely cock."

I saw Elaine slumped on the settee next to us. Her legs were wide open while she fingered her gooey pussy and stared at the incestuous coupling of grandmother and grandson.

"Oh my God," Elaine gasped, her voice breaking with her arousal. She gazed into my face while she rubbed her clit roughly with two fingers. I saw the woman chewing on her bottom lip, her face twisted into a mask of unadulterated lust while she panted and gasped and her cunt squelched and farted around three of her fingers probing deep into her body.

With one of my grandmother's long teats in my mouth, I reached out a hand and found one of Elaine's pleasingly pliant breasts.

"I'm going to come," I heard my grandmother gasp over the slapping of her buttocks against my thighs.

Releasing Elaine's boob I reached around and grabbed my grandmother's generous arse cheeks in both hands. I teased the puckered stain of her sphincter with a forefinger, sliding the tip into gran's muddy hole while she continued to search for her climax with energetic bounces on my cock.

"Fuck him, Sarah," Elaine gasped. "Fuck it's so dirty watching you ride his cock like that. "I need to come again," the woman groaned. "My pussy's so itchy. I fucking love watching you two."

"I'm coming," my grandmother grunted, slapping her body down onto me as she trembled and gasped and bit my neck.

"Me too," I groaned, unable to hold back. "Oh, gran, here it comes ..."

Elaine rolled onto her side and then heaved herself upright, kneeling on the sofa so she could kiss me while I poured my love into my grandmother.

Finally, as my ardour cooled I watched Elaine kiss my grandmother's mouth.

We fell apart, gran climbing off me before she staggered from the room, a hand cupped between her legs to save her precious carpets from the dollops of jizm that threatened to drip out of her.

Elaine nuzzled close to me, her tight body pressed against mine while I fought for breath.

"Wow," the woman purred, laying soft feathery kisses on my chest and throat. "That was just ... Fuck, Robert, I can't tell you how horny it was to see you and Sarah like that." She levered her body into position so she could look into my face as she spoke. "You and your grandmother ... Wow. Like I said, we're going to have so much fun together." Elaine stroked my smeared and shrivelled giblet. "Will you come and visit me for some one-on-one time, Robert? As well as fucking Sarah with me, will you come to my house sometimes?"

I nodded, thrilled that I could fuck Elaine whenever we both felt like it. And I got the impression that she felt like it often. "I'll come and see you too," I replied. "But I still want to sleep with gran."

"Oh, yes, sure," Elaine said. "And we can do threesomes a well, yes?" Then I saw her expression shift. Elaine's eyes sparkled with devilment and the corners of her mouth twitched. "You should try it on with your mother too, Robert," she murmured. "Just imagine doing this with your mum and your gran ... and me of course."

And despite me having come three times already, my cock actually twitched when that idea ballooned in my head.

Postscript:

OK, there's chapter 2. As for a third ... I'm not sure. Personally, I think that Robert and his grandmother's relationship is asking for a big suspension of belief from the reader; the inclusion of Elaine, and the fact she's actually turned on by the incest is pushing the boundary to the limit. To now expect the reader to believe that Robert's mother, Sarah's daughter, is going to jump into the mix is probably going to bust the credibility apart completely.

Right, having said that, I'm willing to offer up a third chapter; one featuring Robert's mum.

Various scenes spring to mind: a one-to-one seduction of the mother by Robert; Robert's mother walks in and catches the three already at it (it would be highly improbable that the woman would just say, "Wow, look at that. My son, my mother and the neighbour. How fucking sexy is that; I want to play too."

So, waddya say? If you want me to take a pop at the chapter, let me know. Email ideas and I'll sift through them. If you want to get into a [brief] dialogue with your ideas, by all means email the same.



Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 03



Here's the third in the Granny's Dirty Photographs series. Although there isn't much to do with the dirty pictures in this scene, it's a progression from Robert's grandmother and Elaine.

Thanks for all the suggestions with where to take this. It pretty much evolves as it goes along. There's been no real plan to the scenes in the series since it began with that one original piece. Thanks to there being so many comments and emails about continuing the series, here we are.

There will be another chapter to follow behind this one.

OK, as ever, I hope you enjoy the tale. Send feedback! Feedback can be by PM on Lit, public comments at the end of the scene below, or email. If you want a reply or response email is probably the best.

There will [very] likely be typos and bloopers in the text. If there are I apologise, I hope they don't detract from the enjoyment.

Keep an eye out for the next chapter over the coming weeks. It might not follow on as quickly as the earlier scenes fell because I'm working on another project that will keep me busy, but I will be plugging away at a few thousand words in this series all the same.

Oh, and I left a spoiler for chapter 4 at the end of this piece, so if you don't want to know, don't look!

GA – Langkawi, Malaysia – 3rd of January 2013.




The chances of it happening had to be astronomical, something crazy like winning the lottery three weeks in a row. The jackpot I'm talking about, not some poxy ten quid win. I mean six numbers and the bonus ball.

First there'd been my grandmother. I'd discovered the stash of nudie photos under her bed and one thing led to another. Next thing I know I'm balls deep inside her. As if that wasn't enough my grandma then engineered a little ménage-a-trois with her sexy colleague, Elaine. Things had wobbled a bit after Elaine guessed at the incestuous relationship my grandmother and I enjoyed, but to our amazement and delight it turned out that Elaine found the whole scene sexy as hell, the result being that Elaine was now my lover as well as my grandmother's.

Elaine had put the idea into my head of seducing my mother, but since my luck had already stretched beyond reasonable bounds I decided that any attempt at making a move on my mum would be doomed to catastrophic failure.

And then my mum's laptop went on the blink and she had to use the main desktop computer in the spare bedroom.

Mum was out when I started up the desktop computer with the intention of downloading some music when, for some reason – the hand of fate perhaps? – I browsed through the computer's internet history. That's when I noticed the site name listed along with all the other crap my mother had recently viewed. My interest piqued, I followed up my discovery. Bingo, an internet chat site appeared on the screen. When the page loaded I saw the computer had stored my mother's log-in and password, so I logged on as her and began to explore.

"Fucking hell," I muttered, totally absorbed by what I found. "No, no way. Not a chance."

The deeper I delved into my mother's online persona it became obvious that my grandmother wasn't the only female in our family to lean towards the dark side of incest. Looking at some of her chats and messages it seemed like my mother had some pretty wild fantasies along the same lines as well!

As young as I was I realised that the leap from fantasy to reality might involve a jump over a bottomless chasm, and that it wouldn't do to just launch myself at my mother one night with my hard-on in my hand growling for her to suck me off. That my mother enjoyed the fantasy of incest didn't mean she'd be willing to give it a go in real-life.

So to start the ball rolling, just to see if anything good would come of it, I joined the site and sent my mum's alter-ego a message from my own alias:

From naughtyboy20 to wetsexymother Subject: Hello

Hi, I saw your profile on the site and wondered if you'd like to write to me about your sexy fantasies? I'm a young guy (nearly 20) who has dirty fantasies about shagging his mother. You sound like a fun lady and I just wondered if you'd like to chat and get to know each other. Maybe we could role-play? I'd like that. What do you say? Send a reply and we'll take it from there.

***

I observed my mother for the next two days when we were at home together. She went about her domestic business as normal. 

I checked the computer time after time after time.

There was nothing from her.

I thought about revealing the latest twist to my grandmother but decided against it. She might find it too freaky, besides, there wasn't much to tell other than that my mum visited a porn site.

Elaine however was spellbound by my discovery.

"Oh my God," she said as she peeled off her bra and revealed her tight, round tits. "You mean your mum goes online and writes on a thread about ... about ... What does she write about? Come on, Robert, tell me." I lay on Elaine's bed and stroked my cock while I watched her undress. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and gave me a hot-eyed and sexy look. "I told you you should try it on with her, Robert, now tell me what she talks about online."

"What do you want to know?" I asked as she, with tantalising slowness, slid her underwear over her hips and I saw the plump cat's face of her vulva.

"All of it," Elaine purred, stretching her tight body over mine before she kissed my mouth.

She broke away and eased herself down the bed to take my erection into the warmth of her mouth. Elaine sucked at me, her hand busy at the root of my cock while I told her about my mother's online games.

"Imagine it's her," Elaine gasped as, holding my dick upright with one hand, she straddled my thighs and lowered her sex over my cock-head. "Pretend you're fucking your mother," she groaned. "Imagine what it would be like to fuck your own mother and grandmother together, Robert?" Elaine mauled her breasts, her head lolling loose on her neck. "It's so fucking dirty to think about it," she groaned. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like you'd fuck your mother."

With a low growl and a roll of my hips I flipped Elaine over and onto her back, all the while keeping my dick firmly wedged inside her. "Yeah," I snarled, holding her legs apart to force Elaine's thighs wide as I stabbed into her vulnerable, uptilted opening. "I'd fuck my mother hard," I groaned while Elaine grunted and squealed and locked her eyes on mine.

"Tell me more," she demanded, with one hand busy against her clitoris. "Tell me more nasty, dirty things about your mother, Robert. Rip my cunt apart with your lovely cock. Fuck it into me. I'm so dirty, baby. Pretend I'm your mother ..."

'Shit," I gasped. "Mum, your pussy's so hot and wet." I leaned in, craning my neck to suck at the thimbles of Elaine's nipples. The dark circles of Elaine's areola puckered tightened as I suckled at her.

"More!" Elaine cried out. "Tell me more. Fuck your mummy and tell her how fucking good it is to be inside her!"

I groaned and poured spunk into Elaine, collapsing against her body as the lust pumped from me to flood her insides.

When I rolled away, Elaine pushed three fingers into her gooey opening and finger-fucked her way to a squelching climax. As her fingers worked in and out Elaine muttered on about me and my mother and how great it would be to share both her and my grandmother with me.

My stomach flipped when, at home later on, following another less energetic and more tender coupling with Elaine, I logged onto the site.

naughtyboy20 had a reply from wetsexymother:

From wetsexymother to naughtyboy20 Subject: re: Hello

Hello. Thanks for your message. I'll start by saying I have a son. He's quite good-looking and very caring and I must admit that I do have fantasies about the two of us together. When he's out of the house I sometimes use a dildo on myself and imagine him coming in and catching me. When I'm really excited I even masturbate in the living room. The terrible risk of him actually walking in on me makes me cum and cum.

My name is Clara and I'm thirty-eight years old. I work in an executive position in the financial sector. My job is well paid, which is useful since my son's father hasn't been around for quite some time now and there's been nobody else to help with money. For real-life sex, at the moment I'm fucking my immediate boss in the banking group we both work for. We have hot, urgent sex in his office and when we go away for business meetings. It's a fairly casual thing by mutual consent. I have no interest in making him a permanent fixture. There's a man out there I want but he's off the scene now.

So that's me. I fuck my boss and masturbate over incestuous thoughts of my son. I love coming to this site for dirty playtime and role-play. I decided to reply to you because you're the same age as my son and it would turn me on to make things up with you in a role-play scene.

What do you think to that idea? Would you like me to be your mother? Would you lick your mother's sticky cunt and fuck her with your big cock?

I'm so horny thinking about that that I'm going to fuck myself with my dildo right now.

Wish you were here!

Clara xxx

***

I sat at the desk, stunned. Downstairs I could hear my mother, the author of the revealing confession moving around the kitchen. My father had been killed in a car accident before my mum even knew she was pregnant, and I'd never known her to have a boyfriend, but here she was telling a stranger about her boss. 

Her boss, she was fucking her boss and I never had a clue! I must admit that up until Elaine had mentioned me fucking my mother I hadn't given my mum's sex life much thought. To be hit by the twin revelations of her relationship at work and the fact that she masturbated on the sofa – all the while imagining it was me! – had me reeling.

My cock, hard as iron, bulged in my jeans. It occurred to me that I could confront my mum with the contents of her message, tell her I understood how she felt and that I wanted her. I could show her my hard-on and ask her outright if she wanted to make her fantasy a reality.

With a really weird sensation in the pit of my stomach, a gnawing hunger that could only be satisfied by a spurting orgasm, I logged off the site and walked towards the stairs.

My breath caught in my chest when lust swelled in my throat and I saw my mother in my mind's eye. In my head I watched as she masturbated on the settee. I pictured her stuffing her pussy with a rubber cock and I wondered if I'd pictured her accurately. I mean, was she smooth or hairy down below? What did her tits look like? I had the impression mum was pretty sizeable, she certainly swelled out the bust of her work blouses well enough, but what were her nipples like, and what shape were her breasts? Did she have lovely big tits like my gran? Was she all potty-mouthed like her own mother? My mum gave the impression of butter not melting, but I knew from experience with my grandmother, usually the model of decorum, that appearances were deceptive.

In the kitchen I looked at my mother in the second or two before she glanced over one shoulder and smiled at me. She looked good, a great, trim figure in her corporate executive's uniform of conservative blouse and skirt. Her legs looked fantastic, the modest skirt clinging to her hips, its hem falling to a flattering point above the knee.

"Hello, Robert," Mum beamed at me. "Tea won't be long."

We take it in turns to prepare the evening meal unless mum's away on business, apparently getting herself fucked in hotel rooms.

Every time I went to open my mouth, after building up the courage to say something, my nerve failed me. I had no idea how mum would react if I revealed what I'd done, and I even felt more than a little guilty for the deception. She might go absolutely berserk, mortified that I knew about her personal secrets. 

"Are you OK, Robert," mum said as I spooned soup from the bowl to my mouth. 'You've hardly said a word, and you seem a million miles away."

The concern and affection I read in my mother's expression caused a huge stab of guilt in my chest.

"I'm OK, mum," I replied. "I've just been thinking about you."

"Me? What would you be thinking about me for?" She spooned soup to her lips and avoided my eye.

Could I tell her? She looked a little embarrassed, which would have been puzzling if I didn't know about wetsexymother and her fantasies.

"Well, it just seems that you don't seem to have much fun." I felt the blush in my own cheeks as I pressed on, desire making me bold and reckless. "I've never heard you mention a ... a boyfriend. You must get lonely sometimes."

Her spoon clattered against the bowl. I looked at my mother's crimson face. "That's quite personal, Robert. I don't know if it's appropriate to say that kind of thing. I'm your mother after all."

It would have been be so easy to stand up and walk around the table to where I could gently offer my mother my hand to help her up off her chair. All I had to do was hold her hand and tell her I loved her, how I wanted to be with her that night. We could kiss and then go upstairs to her bedroom where I'd then strip her out of her clothes and see her naked. I'd show her my hard-on and she'd gasp, her fingers closing around me.

"But, mum," I pressed on. "I'm only worried about you. I don't want you to be lonely."

"What about you? You don't have a girlfriend." She challenged me with a stare and saw something in my expression – guilt perhaps? "Do you have a girlfriend, Robert?"

I daren't say anything about my grandmother so I looked down at my soup bowl and admitted to Elaine.

"Your grandmother's friend!" my mother gasped, incredulous. "But she's as old as me."

I nodded silently and kept my eyes downcast.

"Oh my God, Robert. How could you? She's too old for you."

How the hell had I let this happen? Instead of making a move on my mother I'd managed to fuck things up. Now she was in one over Elaine.

Then it came to me – she was jealous!

I looked up at her. "It's just fun, Mum. You know, just sex."

"Sex," my mother muttered. "You and her ... Sex." She sighed and picked up her spoon. "I suppose it had to happen one day. My baby's all grown up. You just be careful, Robert. Don't fall in love with her or get her pregnant."

"I won't, mum." My stomach slid with longing to posses my mother physically as I said the next words. It was as close I dared to go, and as I spoke I felt the pull of lust deep inside me. If I didn't masturbate soon I'd quite simply lunge at my mother across the table. "I love you," I murmured. "Elaine is fun, but I still love my mother."

She stared at me as the moment stretched. What was she thinking? Was she sitting there across the table from me and wondering if I'd meant I'd never love Elaine because I loved her? I willed her to understand, ached for her to whisper she loved me too and that we should go upstairs. I wanted her to come to me and kiss me and undress in front of me.

"Oh, Robert," my mother sighed eventually. "There are so many things you don't know about me."

I did know things, I knew she fucked her boss and I knew she had dirty fantasies. 

"Tell me, mum."

She shook her head. "I ... I can't Robert. I will one day, I promise. One day soon," she added as though coming to a quick decision. She nodded. "Yes, I'll tell you. It's about time. I'll tell you before your birthday."

Now! I wanted her to tell me right away. 

"Why don't you tell me now?"

"There's something I have to do first," she replied. "Now stop all this, it makes me feel awkward. Eat your soup before it gets cold."

Fuck the soup; I wanted her to tell me her secrets, secrets I already knew, but no matter how much I urged and cajoled, my mother wouldn't budge.

After the meal I went to my room, frustrated as hell that I hadn't had the guts to just blurt everything out. I unzipped my jeans and, in a mood of reckless abandon, with my bedroom door wide open, I tugged my cock while staring at one of my grandmother's pictures.

My mother didn't walk past my door. Instead I heard her clattering around filling the dishwasher and tidying up. I'd hoped she'd come up to talk to me and see me with my erection in my fist, the idea being that she'd be so overcome with incestuous desire that she'd just come in and take over.

As it was I yanked my cock and squirted spunk all over the image of my beautiful grandmother as a young woman.

I'd have to wait until naughtyboy20 worked on wetsexymother.

***

My mother left for London the next morning. She'd be away for the rest of the week, coming home on Friday.

I couldn't help but feel a trickle of corrosive jealousy when I thought about her boss riding her in some hotel room.

I needn't have concerned myself with those thoughts however, because when I logged on to the site I had a message from wetsexymother:

From wetsexymother to naughtyboy20 Subject: Let's play

Hello again. Naughtyboy20.

I wondered if you'd like to make a date for some role-play? I'm in London at the moment, all alone in a hotel with no cock to suck and fuck. How about we start some sexy stuff? Last night I found out that my son is seeing a woman the same age as me! She's one of my mother's friends and is known as a bit of a cougar. I'm not saying she's bad for my son, not at all, I bet she teaches him all kinds of lovely things that a mature woman can know, and she's very attractive – credit where it's due – but I'm so jealous!

You know, for a moment, when we were talking last night, it seemed to me that my son actually fancied me. He said he loved me, which is nothing in itself, but when taken in the way it sounded coming from his mouth, it really did sound like he meant he loved me in another way than me just being his mum. His voice had this really strange husky timbre, like he was horny or something. He had this look on his face as well, all strange and hot-eyed.

God it made me feel so sexy to think of him wanting me, and as much as I wanted to I couldn't bring myself to just act on the intuition. What if I'd been wrong! How hideous would it be then?

Anyway, I've been thinking about it and I'd love to start up some sexy fun with you. I could be your mother and you could be my son. How would you seduce me if you were my boy? Please tell me what you would do. Be as dirty as you like, I won't mind at all.

I'm wet just thinking about all the things you could say to me. I hope to hear from you soon.

Your very wet and sexy mother.

xxx

***

From naughtyboy20 to wetsexymother Subject: Re - Let's play

Wow! I wish I was him. I wish I was your son.

This is how I'd seduce you.

You're in your living room. You're in your work clothes but have your skirt bunched up and your blouse open. You're wearing shoes, not work type shoes but some really high heels and you feel so horny that you can't wait to rub your pussy.

You know I could walk in at any second. I'm out on an errand and not expected back for some time, but still, anything could happen – I might have forgotten something and come back. I walk in a see you, but you're so into it that you don't notice me. I sneak back out of the room so I can watch and wank.

You look so beautiful as you lay back across the settee. I can't see too much because of the way the furniture is arranged, but I can still see your forearm moving so I know you're fingering your wet pussy.

I'm pulling my cock, dying to see what you look like between your legs. 

Suddenly you just tell me to come in. You know I'm there because you can hear me breathing.

You stand up and face the door ... and WOW! You look so gorgeous as you stare at me with your hands on your hips.

I stare between your legs for a few seconds before I take in the detail of your tit-flesh swelling over the cups of your lacy bra.




Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 03



You tell me off for being a dirty, sneaky boy and I say I'm sorry.

Then you turn your back to me and slip your blouse over your shoulders.

You murmur at me to come to you.

I stare at your back. I can see the track of your spine and the curve of your body as you stand there waiting for me.

When I go to you I encircle your waist with my arms, my lips against the nape of your neck and the scent of you overwhelming my senses, you sigh and press back against me.

My hands, of their own accord, go instinctively to your tits. I squeeze the pliant flesh through your bra, my breathing quickening as my erection swells harder and nudges your back

I breathe into your ear as I ask if we're really going to do it.

You say yes and then lever both of your boobs out of your bra.

You tell me you've thought of nothing else since our conversation. You tell me you knew I wanted you.

My hands are all over your tits as you talk, squeezing you as I feel the weight of them. I mutter that I love your boobs, how they're like warm, fresh dough.

I lick your neck and you groan as you lay your hands over mine. You show me just how you like your tits to be handled. Then you reach back behind you with one hand and touch my cock.

I fuck into your fist while I pull on your nipples.

God, this is so sexy. My cock is leaking pre-cum which is smeared all over your skirt while your fist works me.

You groan and twist in my arms to face me as you say you want to kiss me. I stare down at your tits as they hang over the cups of your bra.

We kiss, your hand back on my dick, cranking at me until I'm sighing into your mouth.

I tell you you're beautiful as my fingers find your pussy. I tell you I love your shoes and how they make your legs look great. I feel between your legs –You're so hot and wet for me.

You tell me how good it feels to have my hard-on in your hand while I rub your clit and kiss your mouth again. You're panting and wriggling, squirming your pussy onto my fingers.

Then you lead me by my dick to the sofa. You sit down and undo my jeans properly, pulling them down so you can see all of me. My cock is waggling inches from your face and you lift it to examine it at close range.

You tell me I've grown into such a beautiful man and that I've got a lovely cock. Then you squeeze my balls and say something about them being full of cum for my mother. You tease me by asking if you should give my cock a lick, your eyes gleaming as you make out as though you're going to suck me, only to pull back at the last moment. You talk dirty to me. You tell me that if you actually lick the end of my cock then, after that, I'll only want to lick you; and if you let me do that to you then we might as well fuck. You tell me that we shouldn't be doing this, that it's so bad, it's wrong for you to be holding my cock and that we shouldn't have kissed like we did. You tell me that sons don't kiss their mother's with their tongues.

You stroke me with your fist and I'm groaning and begging you to suck me.

Your head bobs towards my cock. I can see your pink tongue poking out, but again you pull back.

No, you say, we shouldn't.

And then you look up at me and wink before you dab my cock-head against your tongue. Your lips close around me. You sigh and rub your pussy with one hand while you suck my cock and wank me low down near my balls.

My hips jerk and I'm groaning. It feels so good, mum, it feels so nice in your wet mouth.

You slurp at me, moaning around the meat that's filling your mouth. You're working both hands on me now, your fingers corkscrewing around as you suck the head of my cock.

You spit my cock out and tug at me. 

When I come the splashes of jizm squirt onto your skin with an audible squelch. The stuff erupts from me to spray over your cheek, globs of the stuff flying over your shoulder to land on the sofa while glistening ropes shimmer in your hair.

You don't even flinch like the women do in porn films., instead you keep your eyes open and just tug at me while I gasp and moan and my toes curl against the carpet beneath my feet.

You tell me to cover you in spunk and that you want to taste me.

More of the hot stuff gushes into your open mouth, and instead of swallowing my outpouring you slide it around inside your mouth, rolling the goo around with your tongue before you let the ooze slide over your chin.

Thick, trembling strands shiver on your chin for a few seconds until they plop onto your tits and down into your lap. Then you scoop up a single globule with a forefinger and lick it clean.

As I stare at the mess I've made. You've got spunk all over your face, in your hair, on your tits. You lean back and open your legs. You tell me to lick you and you hold yourself open so I can see your cunt ...

How am I doing so far, mum? Is this getting you worked up?

Let me know soon!

Your loving son. Naughtyboy20

***

From wetsexymother to naughtyboy20 Subject: Re - Let's play

Thank you! Oh my, I can't tell you how wound up I got reading that! As I read it I could see it all: my settee at home – and it's exactly as you said, you wouldn't be able to see my pussy if you were peeping around the door; I could see my son's face as he looked at me; I could feel his stiff cock nudging my back. It was wonderful. I masturbated with a little vibrator I carry in my bag, and I came and came.

More! Tell me more!

Your very, very wet, very sexy mother! xxx

***

From naughtyboy20 to wetsexymother Subject: Re - Let's play

I would tease you with my tongue and cock before we finally did it.

For the first time I'd make you lie down on the bed on your front. Then I'd climb over you and lay so my cock could nudge your pussy. Next I'd slide the end of my dick, all slippery and gooey with the spunk that dribbled out of when I came, between your piss-flaps. My cock would slide over your clit and probe at your hole until you were pissing juice and writhing and groaning, begging for me to put it in.

I'd kiss the back of your neck and blow gently over your back while all the time just sliding my cock through your folds, teasing you with it. Then I'd just give you the tip, probing at you for a couple of seconds before pulling out to start again.

I'd slide in just a little deeper the next time, maybe giving you three of four strokes before I take my cock out again.

Eventually, as you're groaning and moaning constantly, sighing and gasping for me to fuck you, I slide all the way into your body, and then pause.

I'd give a deep thrust and then pull out again. And it's back to the teasing.

When I've got you almost sobbing for me to fuck you, I push in again, this time fucking in and out half a dozen times. Then I go slow, altering the number and speed and depth of my fucking until you don't know what's going on. Soon I'm pounding at you, my hands on your shoulders, with my weight on you as I push you into the bed and stab you with my meat.

(I've done this with a very, very sexy older woman. The first woman I ever went with. She's nearly sixty but is very glamorous and dirty as fuck in bed. Normally, during the day in public she's very modest and polite, but when we fuck she likes to wear the lingerie and talk dirty – really dirty)

Anyway, I'm fucking you and you're grunting and grabbing the bed-sheets as you try to jerk your arse back at me. You want me deep and keep telling me to fuck harder and faster. You're so aroused by now that there's a big wet patch on the bed, and you cry out and tell me to dump my load into your cunt as you come ...

I hope you liked this, my sexy mother. I did. I'm stiff and ready for my mother's tight pussy.

***

When my mother arrived home at seven on Friday evening, after the taxi dropped her off from the railway station, I had a bath drawn for her.

"That's nice," she said with a smile. "How thoughtful you are."

I gave my mother a few minutes until I heard her splashing in the tub.

"Mum?" I said after knocking at the door. "I've got some chilled wine for you."

"Oh!" my mother cried when I walked into the bathroom. She immediately slid her shoulders below the suds and looked at me. She cleared her throat, obviously surprised by my entrance. "Uh ... Thank you, Robert," she said when I placed the glass on the edge of the bath. "Very thoughtful of you."

"How was London?" I asked, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet.

"Same as ever," my mother replied, rolling her eyes. She looked at me and then eyed the wine glass. My mother reached out with one arm, her skin glistening wet as a seal, to pick the glass up and awkwardly tip the rim to her mouth as she tried to maintain her modesty under the bubbles.

I knew my presence made her uncomfortable but I stayed until the glass was empty.

"I want to get out now, Robert," my mother said, pointedly. "I'll be all wrinkled if I stay in here much longer."

I paused, giving her a long stare that made her look away. "I'll get your robe for you if you like, mum," I said, my voice creaking with my desire.

"No," my mother breathed. I could see the pulse in her throat, the life of her pumping away so rapidly. Had her heart rate increased when she heard my offer to get her robe? Would she dare lift herself out of the bath, water cascading from her body – my mother, Aphrodite. "You ... you'd better leave, Robert. Let me get out of the bath."

"Are you sure, mum?" I said in a thick, treacly voice.

My mother nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "I think you'd better."

I picked up the empty glass and, after a lingering look that must have had her wondering what the hell was going on, I left. "There's more wine downstairs, mum," I said as I paused at the door. "Would you like me to bring some to your bedroom for you?"

"I ... I'll come down and have a glass soon," my mother stammered, clearly rattled by my odd behaviour.

I took a glass up to her anyway. Moving up the stairs and along the landing as quietly as I could I arrived at her bedroom door and entered without knocking.

To my disappointment my mother was still wrapped in her dressing gown.

"Robert," she gasped, surprised by my sudden appearance. "You shouldn't be in here. I could have been naked."

"I kind of hoped you would be, mum," I said on a rush of reckless excitement.

Before my mother could recover from my audacious reply I placed the wine glass on her dressing table and, on shaking legs, left her with her face all slack in shock.

"What's going on, Robert?" my mother said when she eventually came downstairs thirty minutes later. "Why did you say that?"

To hell with it.

I committed myself to the cause completely and told my mother outright that I thought she'd look gorgeous in the nude. "I can't help it, mum," I added. "I think you're really lovely and I'd love to see you with no clothes on."

My mother gasped. "You shouldn't say that, Robert. It's not right. You're my son and ..."

"I'm your son and I love you, mum, but I'm also a man and I think you're really, really sexy."

"No," my mother murmured, her eyes wide as I moved towards her. "No, you—"

"You feel it too, mum," I whispered. "I know you do." 

I didn't want to ruin things by confessing to the naughtyboy20 scam, but I pressed on in the knowledge that my mother's fragile defences would crumble. The role-play messages told me as much. I just had to take the lead.

I moved closer to her. She stood and watched me approach until we were so close I could lean in and kiss her.

"Robert," my mother sighed. "Please, don't do anything else. Don't say anything. This can't –"

"I want to kiss you, mum," I murmured softly. "Properly, a real kiss. On your mouth. I want you to let me kiss you so our tongues meet. I want you to touch me. I'm big and hard, mum; big and hard for you. I want you to take off those pyjamas and let me see you. All of you, mum. I want to see you all bare so I can touch your body." I took a final step closer and reached for my mother's fingers. "I want to kiss you, mum," I repeated.

And then I moved my face towards my mother's until our lips touched.

Our first kiss started tentatively. My mother simply stood there with my lips compressed against hers. I felt her tense up when I slid my hands into the elastic waistband of her pyjamas and felt the skin of her buttocks under my touch.

She breathed out a low, "No," and then moaned when my fingers moved lower, reaching further along the crease of her backside until they came into contact with the wet cleft of her pussy from behind.

My fingertips slid around the unfamiliar folds of my mother's sex until the middle finger found her clitoris. Then my mother gasped and opened her mouth to me.

Her arms went around my neck when my fingers explored her slippery flaps and my forefinger slid into her opening. She gasped again and our tongues met.

The kiss went on, our tongues sliding together while my hands squeezed and kneaded my mother's buttocks. She squirmed against me, grinding her pubis over the front of my jeans where, inside, I was hard for her.

I broke away from my mother's mouth and kissed her neck, breathing in the freshly-bathed scent of her as I slid my hands over her hips and waist and under the pyjama top.

"Robert," my mother sighed when I found her breasts. "Why are you doing this? How did you know I'd let you touch me? Oh my God," she said almost breathless. "I've just kissed my own son."

I wasn't going to blab about my naughtyboy20 persona so I just kissed the corner of my mother's mouth and gave a small shrug of my shoulders.

"I've been watching you, mum," I whispered. "I've wanted to touch you so much. The other night I was going to tell you what was on my mind. I'd hoped you'd understand, and because we love each other we could just be together." 

I stepped back a pace and began to unbuckle my belt.

My mother stared at me. "If you show me that, Robert, then there's no going back. If I see you all stiff I won't be responsible."

"I don't want you to be responsible, mum" I said in a low, sexy husky voice. The belt buckle rattled with a metallic chink and I touched the zip of my flies. Pausing, I said, "What I want is for you to touch me." I unzipped and slid my jeans and underwear to my knees.

My mother gazed at my cock, bug-eyed and her chest heaving. She licked her lips and reached a hand up to touch her breast.

"Yes," she hissed. "My lovely big boy." She squeezed her breast gave a little shimmy of her hips as though she needed to piss. The breath hissed out of her as she looked up from my jutting erection to my face. "What are you going to do with that?"

I took hold of myself in one hand and stroked the hard length of my cock. "Give it to you," I replied as I caressed my dick and watched my mother's face. I nudged the air with my chin. "Your turn," I said quietly. "Take off those pyjama bottoms. I want to see you."

With her eyes on the slow fist working my cock my mother quickly yanked at the waistband of her bottoms and bent forward to lower the pyjama pants to her ankles. She stepped out of the leggings and kicked them away.

My mother's pubic hair was trimmed to a neat, equilateral triangle at the top of her cleft. She was bare everywhere else, her labia smooth while her fleshy inner lips peeped from the larger folds nestling between her thighs.

"Now the top," I muttered. "Show me your tits."

My mother, having recovered a little from the shock and surprise of my sudden seduction grinned at me and put her hands on her hips.

"You first," she said, nodding at me. "Take off all of your clothes and let me see you."

Off came the jeans and my undies in one go. I hopped around a little while I peeled off my socks, and then almost ripped my tee-shirt off.

"Oh yes," my mother said with a huge smile of appreciation. "You're gorgeous, Robert."

"Show me," I insisted. I was getting impatient to see my mother's boobs; I wanted to see her nude. "Take the top off."

"You come and take it off," she grinned as she lifted her arms.

The hem of the pyjama top rose slightly with the action of my mother's uplifted arms. I blinked in surprise when I saw the glint of metal at in her navel.

"You've had your belly-button pierced," I said, surprised.

My mother turned and revealed a small red heart tattoo high on one buttock close to her hip.

"I do have a life, you know," she replied as she glanced back over a shoulder, still with her arms in the air. "But are you going to come here and take this top off for me? My arms are getting tired."

I went to her and soon had her naked. Nuzzling my mother's neck I encircled her waist with my arms and pulled her to me. Her buttocks moulded to my body, wedging my cock between us so it pressed against her back.

I reached up to take the weight of my mother's tits in the cups of my palms, my fingertips teasing her nipples to long, thick teats.

She swivelled her body half-way around and, keeping her arse pressed against me, tilted her face for a kiss. She reached up with one arm to hold my head while we kissed. I squeezed her tits and felt my cock leak pre-cum onto us both.

"I want to suck your tits," I sighed, eager to have my mother's nipples between my lips.

She turned and felt her lower back where my cock had leaked my arousal.

"You dirty boy," she smiled, showing me her smeared fingers before hefting her breasts in her palms and offering herself to me. "Suck mummy's tits," she whispered.

I grabbed my mother's boobs and squeezed them together, running my tongue from one nipple to the other and back again. My mother groaned and stroked my head while I sucked and licked at her. She leaned down a little and reached for my waggling dick.

"I'm going to enjoy this," she moaned, eyes rolling as she tested the stiffness of my cock with grasping fingers.

"On the settee, mum," I panted, eager to be at my own mother's pussy. "Lie back and spread your legs. Show it to me. Go on," I urged, "show me."

My mother turned and flashed the heart tattoo at me as she walked to the sofa. She sat down and raised one leg before letting her legs fall apart boneless.. She was so casual about it that she could have been settling down to watch television.

"Come here, then," my mother said as she spread her thighs even wider and splayed the lips of her sex with her fingertips. "Is that it, Robert? Is this how you wanted to see me?"

"Fuck yes, mum," I groaned. I had to tug at my cock, the urge overwhelmed me. I needed to come soon, this excitement was too much.

"You shouldn't swear, Robert," my mother chided with a teasing smile on her face. "Come here and say you're sorry." She fingered her opening and then slid the finger over her clit, gasping as she looked at me all hot-eyed with lust. "Lick me," she murmured.

I couldn't believe how quickly my mother had recovered her composure. A few minutes earlier she'd been all reluctant, and now here she was flaunting herself at me, exhibiting herself and joking as though we'd done this many times before. Was this the same woman who'd hidden beneath the bubbles in the bath and who'd been so shocked when I said I'd wanted to see her naked?

If I hadn't read the messages from wetsexymother I never would have dared to put the moves on my mother, and even then, when I'd first started the incestuous seduction I'd had my doubts about my mother's willingness. Now, however, she seemed raring to go.

Kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa, I angled my body so I was between my mother's leg and the furniture. Her other leg was propped against the sofa back, her thighs as wide as she could manage.

"You're my mother and I'm going to lick your cunt," I said, deliberately using the obscenity.

"Yes!" my mother cried out. "Robert, oh, my lovely son, lick me, do it, kiss my pussy."





Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 03



After hours of practice on Elaine and my grandmother I soon had my mother writhing and squirming. She gasped and clawed at the settee, her body almost jack-knifing at the waist before she lifted my face from her opening and cradled my head in her arms. 

She gazed into my eyes. "Kiss me again," my mother groaned.

A few moments later and my mother began to groan and squeal non-stop. I used two fingers inside her while, at the same time I rubbed my thumb in relentless circles of pressure against her taut, pink clit.

"I'm going to come," she panted, her face flushed with effort. "I'm going to come on your fingers." My mother's chest heaved, her comfortable breasts rolling and shivering as she wriggled around, corkscrewing herself onto my probing digits. "Did Elaine teach you to do that?" she panted. "Dear God that's fucking lovely."

I could have told her it was her own mother that taught me that trick. And maybe I should have? She was certainly all fired up enough to perhaps accept the fact. After all, here she was with her son's finger's squelching inside her as she grunted her way to her first climax at my hands, why should it be such a shock to know that I'd fucked my grandmother too?

Another time maybe? Right now I was cranking away at her, eager to watch her face as she came. I wanted to see my mother's face twist into that agonised mask as she chewed her bottom lip and squealed in ecstasy.

She came like a fucking train.

The breath hissed out of her as my mother gasped and sighed, her fingernails clawing at the furniture. While she grunted and groaned I forced her thighs wider with my hands and bent to lick and suck at her scarlet flesh.

"Oh my God!" she shouted. "Suck my clit, Robert. Fuck ... It's so fucking good. Lick mummy's cunt, darling. Take me there again."

I took my mother's clit between my lips and held her with my teeth, sucking at the nub and flicking it with my tongue so my mother wailed loudly. She raved on and on about how lovely it felt, about how she loved me – her gorgeous big boy – doing those things to her.

I tugged at my cock and snarled at my mother to get on her knees, to kneel on the sofa and offer her rump to me.

My mother groaned and panted, chest heaving as she complied.

"A tattoo," I muttered and slapped my mother's buttocks. She yelped and looked back at me, hips wriggling as she urged me to smack her again. "A tattoo and a belly-button piercing," I said, smacking her trembling flesh a second time.

I'm a bad woman," Robert," my mother moaned. "If you knew the things I've done."

"Can anything be worse than letting your own son lick your arse," I said as I parted the globes of my mother's buttocks. Her pussy gaped, all sodden and gooey, but it was the dark smudge of her puckered ring I had my eye on. "Have you done anything as bad as this before?"

My mother let out a squeal of delight when I probed at her dirty-hole. I knew Elaine liked to have her sphincter licked and fingered, and maybe one day I'd pop that ring with my cock, but for now I thought I'd see how my mum liked my tongue squirming away in that dark, taboo place.

"Yes, Robert," my mother grunted, which surprised the hell out of me. What could be worse than her son licking her anus? "Oh, God, Robert, stop doing that now. Just stick your cock into me. Fuck me, darling. I want to feel my lovely boy inside me."

I rose to my feet and slid the underside of my cock between the cleft of my mother's buttocks.

"Are you sure, mum?" I whispered as I crouched low over her back to reach beneath her and take her swaying tits in my hands. I muttered dark things into her ear as I continued to tease her, this time with my cock tucked under her, the shaft splitting the dangling folds of her labia, the bulging dome of my cock-head slithering and bumping over my mother's clit while I nuzzled her neck and licked her face. 

My mother twisted her face to mine, her eyes aflame as she mewled at me to fuck her. "Put it in," she groaned. "Please, just put it in and fuck me." Mum reached a hand back and peeled her buttocks apart. "Put your big cock into my pussy, Robert," she squealed, thrusting her hips in the air.

I stepped away from her to see the beautiful shape of my mother's waist and wide hips as her tits swayed and shook. Mum's pussy gaped all hot and wet and swollen, the piss-flaps folded and crinkled and slippery. She rolled onto her side and then, as she sat on the edge of the sofa, reached for my stalk.

Her fist closed around me and my mother tugged at me for a few urgent strokes before pulling me closer towards her. Before I knew it she had me in her mouth, her cheeks concave while she sucked the head of my cock. My mother's hand twisted furiously as she wanked me, her lips sucking at the head of my cock.

Then I felt the irreversible surge through the core of my penis.

"Mum," I grunted in warning just as the first spurts erupted into my mother's mouth.

She held me there, between her lips, her eyes locked on my face as I came.

Semen flicked onto my mother's face when she let my dick plop from her mouth, thick dollops of the stuff spattering onto her shoulder.

My mother rolled spunk around her with her tongue, teasing the stuff before deliberately letting a mixture of gloop – my seed and her saliva – dribble over her bottom lip.

"Come for me," she mumbled as jizm slid over her chin, clinging in a long, trembling strand before it plopped against her breast. "It's all good, Robert. Show your mother how good you feel."

"Fuck," I gasped when I saw my mother's face and chest spattered with viscous goo. "Where did you learn this stuff, mum?"

"I told you I have a life, Robert," my mother sighed as she lay back and smeared my outpouring across her tits. "Now keep that big cock hard and fuck me with it. Hurry!"

"Jesus, mum," I groaned when, after settling over my mother's reclining body, I slid my cock into her opening. "You're so hot and wet." I slipped balls deep into my mother on the first stroke. She was so aroused and I'd leaked so much pre-cum and was still oozing semen that it felt like one quick, velvet glide as I entered her.

"You're fucking me," mum groaned as though surprised. "My God, you're really there."

"Shut up. Kiss me and move your arse, mum," I muttered. "Fuck your wet pussy on my cock. I'm going to fill your cunt with my spunk."

My mother gasped. "Where did you learn to talk like that?"

"I've got a life, mum," I grunted as I stabbed into my mother's squelching opening.

My mother gasped, her eyes going wide as her body opened to the bludgeon of my hard cock.

"I don't want to hear about Elaine," my mother hissed. "I just want my lovely son to fuck me. Love me, darling. Love me like a son is supposed to love his mother."

I leaned in and, heedless of my own jizm smeared across my mother's breasts, lay my body on top of her so I could kiss her creamy mouth.

We fucked, both of us grunting as we strived for a climax.

It didn't matter that I'd just come; I was so aroused I knew I could bull into my mother's body and let go with another surge very soon.

As it was my mother got there first. She writhed and squealed, a forearm jammed between our slippery bodies as she fingered her clit. 

"I'm coming," my mother yelped, eyes wide while her jaw tensed and she stared into my face. "I'm coming on my son's dick," she grimaced.

I bellowed a huge roar that I too was in the heady throes of my orgasm. My cock pulsed and spurted more semen, although this time, my second, less forceful, ejaculation was merely a couple of squirts.

"I need another bath," my mother smirked a few minutes later. We'd stared at each other across the sofa, both of us panting and breathless and probably a little shocked by what had just happened as we calmed down and struggled to breathe properly. "You coming for a bath with mummy?" she asked as she rose to her feet and offered me her hand.

I loved my mother three more times that night, waking up in her bed the next morning only to have her ride me again, her tits swinging, my hands around her ribs as her generous buttocks slap-slapped against my thighs and she grunted her climax at the ceiling.

Later on that morning, as we lay in bed, my mother told me her darkest secret.

It wasn't anything to do with fucking her boss or the fact she'd had incestuous thoughts for me like I'd anticipated her confession would entail. It wasn't even to tell me about her alter-ego wetsexymother.

What my mother told me shocked me; It affected who I was, my very identity, but as the tale continued I found myself hard for again.

She told me about her life and the reason for the heart tattoo. She told me who my father was.

***

Postscript:

I have the fourth and fifth chapters mapped out in my head. I should get to work on number four soon. My other project, the one I mentioned way up there ^^^ will be finished soon.

... But before I go, here's the first 422 words of the next scene. Just to keep you interested.

Thanks for reading.

My mother lay next to me. We were both in her bed, me laying on my side, my head on my fist with my elbow against the mattress in support while she lay on her front. One of my hands traced light patterns over my mother's back, tracing her spine and tickling the small of her back before I squeezed one cheek of her arse.

"That's lovely," my mother murmured sleepily. "Keep stroking me like that, Robert. I love it."

I leaned over and kissed my mother's shoulder, my fingers slipping down between her legs.

"I'm leaking spunk, baby," she chuckled. "My pussy is dribbling." She sighed, adding, "How many times did you come last night? God, but of I'd known how ardent you are as a lover I'd have fucked you before this." My mother gasped and then purred as my fingers worked at her clit.

"I love pumping into you, mum," I breathed, licking the back of my mother's neck so she sighed and wriggled.

"I really like it when you do, my darling boy," mum replied. "It shows me how much I turn you on, proves that I'm a desirable woman."

"You're fucking gorgeous, mum," I said, my voice choked with emotion and desire. I rubbed the tip of my forefinger over the small heart-shaped tattoo on my mother's buttock. "What did you get that done for?" I asked.

My mother tensed and then rose up onto her elbows. She studied my face intently for a few long moments.

"Someone I love," she replied, her eyes still on mine. "The first man I knew." She kept on staring at me as though gauging how much to divulge. "You know I love you, Robert," she said seriously. I nodded. "Well, I love you and you love me, right?" I nodded a second time. "And I'm your mother. Don't forget that. You and me, we've committed incest, Robert; you understand what I'm saying?"

I didn't want to say anything about my grandmother. I didn't feel like I should tell my mother that I'd fucked her mother, that I'd already been involved in an incestuous relationship – that I was still sticking my hard dick into her mother, and that I had no intention of stopping.

"Yes, mum," I replied with an exasperated roll of my eyes. "I know exactly what it is we've done. I know who I've fucked."

"The tattoo is for my dad, Robert, your grandfather. He's the man who loved me first; he's the one who took my virginity."



Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 04



You may want to read the earlier chapters of Granny's Dirty Photographs before you continue with this one.

Right, a short scene this time, but one in which things get complicated. I'm leading towards a climax (no pun intended) that should culminate in the chapter after this one -- or I might squeeze another in-between. After that, who knows if there will be more?

I hope you enjoy the scene. I've tried to keep the situations credible as the plot -- what plot? -- evolved. A couple of chapters ago I mentioned a suspension of belief by the reader, and I hope I've managed to coax you through the fantastic events that Robert has experienced in the weeks leading up to his birthday in an almost believable way.

Anyway, as usual I ask for feedback. Feedback by PM on Lit, Public Comments below, or by email are all great. If you want a response to feedback then email is best.

If there are typos and errors in the text, I apologise; I do try to iron out fuck-ups but, as the writer, I'm probably blind to any errors. Please forgive any howlers that you may come across, y'know the kinda thing: a character starts off with dark hair and suddenly turns blonde. If you do spot anything let me know so I can correct them in later versions.

Right, read on. I hope you enjoy the following.

GA -- Langkawi, Malaysia -- 7th of January 2013.

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My mother lay next to me. We were both in her bed, me laying on my side, my head on my fist with my elbow against the mattress in support while she lay on her front. One of my hands traced light patterns over my mother's back, gliding down her spine and tickling its way all the way to where the soft slope of her buttocks began. I ran the tip of my forefinger over the small tattoo before I squeezed one cheek of her arse.

"That's lovely," my mother murmured sleepily. "Keep stroking me like that, Robert. I love it."

I leaned over and kissed my mother's shoulder, my fingers slipping down between her legs.

"I'm leaking spunk, baby," she chuckled. "My pussy is dribbling." She sighed and said, "How many times did you come last night? God, but if I'd known how ardent you are as a lover I'd have fucked you before this." My mother gasped and then purred as my fingers worked at her clit.

"I love pumping into you, mum," I breathed, licking the back of my mother's neck so she sighed and wriggled.

"I really like it when you do, my darling boy," mum replied. "It shows me how much I turn you on, proves that I'm a desirable woman."

"You're fucking gorgeous, mum," I said, my voice choked with emotion and desire. I rubbed the tip of my forefinger over the small heart-shaped tattoo on my mother's buttock again. "What did you get that done for?" I asked.

My mother tensed and then rose up onto her elbows. She studied my face intently for a few long moments.

"Someone I love," she replied, her eyes still on mine. "The first man I knew." She kept on staring at me as though gauging how much to divulge. "You know I love you, Robert," she said seriously. I nodded. "Well, I love you and you love me, right?" I nodded a second time. "And I'm your mother. Don't forget that. You and me, we've committed incest, Robert; you understand what I'm saying?"

I didn't want to say anything about my grandmother. I didn't feel like I should tell my mother that I'd fucked her mother, that I'd already been involved in an incestuous relationship -- that I was still sticking my hard dick into her mother, and that I had no intention of stopping.

"Yes, mum," I replied with an exasperated roll of my eyes. "I know exactly what it is we've done. I know who I've fucked."

"The tattoo is for my dad, Robert, your grandfather. He's the man who loved me first; he's the one who took my virginity."

Well, that surprised me! I had thought that my mother's secrets were her desire for me, her own son, and that she was fucking her boss when they went away on bank business. I never, not for a second, considered this angle.

I hefted myself upright and boggled down at my mother. She rolled onto her side and considered me seriously.

"I'm sorry if that shocked you, Robert," my mother said. "I just thought that the time for secrets is over." She gave me a concerned look. "Don't judge me, Robert," she continued. "We've just done exactly the same. You made love to me." My mother smiled and slid a hand between her legs. "All night long, too. So please," she reached out and stroked my arm, "don't judge me for doing the same with my father. Don't hate me, Robert."

I blinked and opened my mouth to speak. Nothing came out until my mother's plea percolated into my shocked brain.

"I ... I don't hate you, mum," I croaked. "I love you. And I wouldn't judge you." I was thinking about my own secret just then, and I supposed it would be right to tell my mother about me and gran.

Her hand rubbed my arm. "Have I shocked you, Robert?"

"It took me by surprise, mum," I said, recovering from the startling revelation. "Do you ... do you still do it with granddad?"

My grandfather had moved away after an affair with a teacher colleague, leaving my grandmother on her own. We still saw him from time to time, perhaps twice a year for Christmas and a birthday or some such; the occasional contact was what prompted my question.

My mother actually blushed and looked away. She nodded. "Yes, sometimes." Her hand squeezed my arm. "And I do have other lovers, Robert. When I go away down to London. Sometimes I pick up random men for sex."

"Jesus, mum!" I pulled away from her hand.

"It's just sex, Robert," my mother responded, a slighted expression on her face. "Just like you and Elaine."

Touché, mother. She'd used my own argument against me, the exact same thing I'd said when I confessed to sleeping with my grandmother's friend, Elaine.

"I'm not old, Robert," my mother continued. "In fact I'm in my sexual prime and sometimes I just need a good, hard fuck."

I winced to hear my mother talk like that, but it was undeniable, she was right. For me to get all sniffy because she slept with other men would be hypocritical of me.

"I can give you that, mum," I said eventually, giving her a grin.

She smiled back at me, obviously relieved. "You already have. Several times as I recall." She rolled onto her front again. "Tickle me again, darling. Stroke my back. I'll tell you how it happened shall I? Me and my father -- do you want to know?"

I settled onto my side and felt my mother squirm under my fingers as my hand slid over her skin.

"Tell me," I whispered.

"It was after I started at the bank," my mother began. "I was a junior teller at the branch here in town, It was just before my nineteenth birthday and I'd been finding it hard going at work. I was very down in the dumps, finding it a bit of a struggle, and I was on the settee with my father watching crap on television one Saturday evening. Mum was away on some teaching course so we were alone in the house. I'd been spilling my problems to my father and then settled my head in his lap while we watched some game-show or other.

"I can't recall what the programme was now, but it couldn't have been that good because I felt drowsy and soon nodded off. I must have started to dream, perhaps something rude, because when I woke up, still groggy and not completely awake, I found I was kissing someone.

"At first it didn't make sense -- where was I? The last thing I recalled was lying with my dad's lap as a pillow, how could I now be kissing somebody like this? It was very heated and passionate, with tongues and hot breath and panting.

"Then I heard him mumble my name, 'Clara,' he said. 'What are we doing?' It was my own father's voice! And then I realised just exactly what we were doing."

My mother turned her head to look at me.

"Who started it?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I'm not sure, not really. I suppose he must have. I was wearing a nightdress, like a tee-shirt that came down to my shins, but when I woke up it was all bunched up around my hips. He could have lifted it up while I dozed and perhaps played with me, but I'm not entirely sure because when I woke up fully and we were kissing, I was feeling myself between the legs."

"What happened, mum?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"Well, when my father asked what we were doing I wasn't sure what to say. I was confused. I'd been asleep and when I woke up I was playing with my pussy and kissing my own dad. I felt sexy though. Turned on. I was very wet and full of desire. I broke away from my father's mouth and just looked up at him. He stared down at me, not touching me at that stage; he simply sat there and let me dictate the outcome.

"I don't know why I did it. Well, I do, I wanted to come. I had such an itch between my legs all I could think about was rubbing my clit until I came. It was very strange, the feeling in the pit of my stomach, the burning itch that needed scratching so badly between my legs. A kind of reckless insanity washed over me, and the next thing I knew is I'd taken hold of one of my father's hands and brought it between my legs. 'Clara,' he gasped then. 'My beautiful girl.' And the look on his face, the hunger in his eyes for me just sent me over the edge.

"'Touch me, dad,' I groaned up at him. 'Touch me. Please, daddy, play with me there.'

"When his fingers found me all wet he groaned and began to rub me. We started to kiss again, really grunting and moaning as we both got hotter and hotter. After a few minutes of this, with both of us squirming with desire, dad must have gotten fed up and frustrated because he just about threw me off his lap and stood up. At first I thought he was angry for some reason -- perhaps because I'd led him on. Maybe he'd realised just what kind of sin we were committing and had come to his senses.

"I was right, he was mad, but not angry mad, just mad with wanting me. He gave a growl and pulled my arms and legs around until he had me positioned on the settee as he wanted. Then he knelt on the floor and, after pushing my legs wide apart, put his mouth against me.

"I came almost straight away. My own father's tongue squirmed into my cunny, Robert. It felt so fucking lovely to feel him there, wriggling and alive inside me. He slurped at my clit and reached up to feel my breasts. I couldn't get my nightdress up quick enough. I was mad for the feel of his hands on my bare skin; I wanted my father to squeeze my breasts and keep on kissing me between my legs forever.

"I came and came, lost in that world of pleasure until the glorious sensations cooled a little. It was then I saw him kneeling there on the carpet, a look of intense hunger in his eyes as he held his cock in his fist.

"It looked fucking enormous and I was so frightened. 'What are you going to do?' I asked -- which was rather naive of me, don't you think?

"My father stroked that awful fucking thing sticking up so stiff and horribly thick. He grinned at me and said, 'I'm going to fuck you with it, Clara. That's what I'm going to do with this.' He gave it a shake and pulled at it some more.

"I remember whimpering as he shuffled closer to me on his knees. I couldn't take my eyes of his cock. I thought there was no way my little virgin pussy could accommodate such an evil looking thing. I was sure he'd hurt me with it. He'd tear me apart just trying to put it in. 'No, daddy,' I moaned before he kissed me.

"He grabbed my hips and pulled my bottom to the edge of the sofa. Then he lifted my knees and spread my legs. He kissed me again, his hands on my breasts while he panted and moaned into my mouth. 'Hold your legs open,' he grunted at me, and as scared as I was, trembling with fright, I did as he said.

"I wanted him to do it, you see, Robert. It was a moment of paradox; on one hand I was so scared he'd rip my pussy open with that big cock, but on the other I wanted him to do it. I suppose I must have instinctively known my body could accept such a brutal instrument pushing into it. After all, my own mother must be a regular recipient of my father's cock and burning lust, so I must be able to take him too.

"We kissed again and I felt him split my labia with the underside of his erection. I pushed my father's chest away so I could watch. With a kind of terrible fascination holding me spellbound I saw my father's blunt end nudge at me. I felt him there, pressing at me, a dull pressure that made me gasp and wince with anticipation.

"I was sure it would hurt. It had to hurt, my first time and on such a big fucking thing like that. But it didn't. Not at all. I felt a slight resistance and then he was there, filling me, gliding into me, inch after inch of gristle until our pubic bushes met and his balls nudged my arse.

"I remember looking down, staring down in fact as I wondered, stupidly, where his cock had gone. And then he began to move. Oh, God, Robert it felt so good. He slid in and out, in and out and then, after a minute or two, once I'd settled a little and gotten used to being so stuffed with a man, he began to fuck into me. He had me on my back with my knees hooked behind his arms and drilled me. I came from the way his dick rubbed at me inside. He'd grind down onto me, his body pressing against my clitoris as we rutted there like animals.

"Of course, in the end, he couldn't hold back. He just roared and flooded inside me. The swelling of him inside me throbbed, his cock pulsed and then I felt a little flutter against my cervix and I realised that was my father's semen bursting inside me. I felt such a rush of love for my father that I started to cry, and when he rolled off me, his cock dribbling with ejaculate he got all worried and concerned.

"I reassured him that he hadn't hurt me and that I wasn't upset. 'It was lovely, dad,' I sighed. 'I love you.'

"'Do you want to do it again?' he asked me.

"Of course I did. And my father fucked me sore for the whole night."

When my mother finished speaking I was rock hard for her again.

"And so you got the tattoo for him?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, nodding. She pointed at my hard-on. "Are you going to put that inside me again, Robert?"

"If you want me too, mum," I replied, grinning. "When did you start shaving your bush?" I asked when I saw the neat triangle at the top of her cleft and was reminded of her comment about her pubic bush mingling with my grandfather's.

"A long time after that first fuck with my father," she replied. "Now come here and fuck your mother again. Be a good boy and make me come."

She rolled over and I climbed between my mother's legs and slid into the heat of her. Her pussy squelched and farted around my cock as I fucked into my own spunk, deposited during that tempestuous night of love.

"Listen to that, mum," I grunted, pumping away as she clung to me and pulled me against her breasts.

"I'm not surprised," my mother gasped. She thrust her hips up to meet my downward strokes, groaning and moaning constantly. "How ... many times did ... did you ... how many times did you come inside me last night?"

Feeling the surge in my cock threaten again I pulled my gooey shaft out of her body. I knelt by her side and quickly slid two fingers into my mother's opening.

"Wank my cock," I grunted as I curled my fingers inside and rubbed like my grandmother had taught me. My mother groped for me, her climax beginning to boil. I watched my mother's fist work at my slippery shaft, my length lubricated by the mixture of gloop from her body and my jizm.

We came together, my mother jerking and writhing, her fingers tight around my girth while I squirted my morning's outpouring over her chest.

My mother kissed me a few minutes later when we'd both calmed sufficiently enough to talk.

"We're going to be so good together, Robert," she sighed. "Just think, we can love each other like this whenever we like. Nobody need ever know."

That's when I found myself caught on the horns of a dilemma. Did I tell my mother about my grandmother? I felt I had to, for if I didn't tell her right then I'd find it difficult to ever reveal my incestuous relationship with my grandmother to her. It might never become an issue, but an instinct told me that it would be best to be completely honest right from the start.

"There's something you need to know, mum," I began.

I told her that since we were being honest with one another, and because she'd trusted me with the secret of her and her father, that I had a confession of my own.

"Sounds very intriguing," my mother responded with a smile. "Do tell, darling."

I watched her face as I told her about snooping under my grandmother's bed and finding the pictures of gran in the nude.

"My father will have taken them," my mother responded, not realising yet where my story was going. "It might surprise you, Robert, but my parents were a couple of swingers years ago. My father would tell me all about the things they'd gotten up to in the past. You wouldn't believe it to look at your gran, eh?"

"I know all about it, mum," I murmured, gauging my mother's reaction carefully. "Gran told me."

It was mum's turn to be shocked. "What on Earth would she be doing telling you things like that?"

"She caught me with the pictures," I revealed. "Or she knew they were missing and put two and two together."

"Oh my God!" my mother cried, eyes wide. "What did she say? She must have been mortified."

"At first she was angry, yes," I said quietly.

The silence lengthened as my mother's brain worked out the rest. "You and ... and ...?"

I nodded. "Yes," I whispered.

"Together?" mum said, completely flabbergasted. "You and my mother?" she added slowly.

I nodded again. "Yes, mum. Just like us. Just like you and granddad."

"Oh. My. God ..."

"There's something else, mum," I continued. "It's Elaine. I've ... We ... That is to say Elaine knows. We've all been in bed together mum. The three of us."

She took it well considering. My mother stared at me for what felt like a long time. I had no idea what was going through her head, only that she seemed to be struggling internally. Eventually she rolled out of bed and went to her bag that was on a chair in the corner of the room. She rummaged around inside for a few seconds before bringing out a packet of cigarettes. My mother doesn't smoke usually, and I knew the pack was only used in times of extreme stress at work. Well, she had something to think about now.

She lit up and took a deep drag, blowing smoke at the ceiling before she moved to the window and, heedless of her nudity, opened it.

"Well," she began after smoking vehemently for three or four puffs, "that took me by surprise." She shrugged and grinned weakly. "You dark horse, Robert. You and my mother. I never would have dreamt it."

"How do you feel?" I asked, concerned that she wouldn't take the news too well.

My mother snorted and sucked at the cigarette. "Surprised, I suppose. But what can I say? I fucked my own father -- your gran's husband -- I can hardly go on a mad one about you and her, now can I?"

"Since you just delivered that piece of news, Robert, and since we're being completely open now, there's one more thing you should know."

There was more? Jesus, what now?

"Your father wasn't killed in an accident, Robert. What really happened was that my father and I couldn't stop doing it. Whenever we were alone and the opportunity presented itself we'd be at it like rabbits. I wasn't on the pill, I'd no need to be since I didn't have a boyfriend and had been a virgin up until the night on the settee. We never used protection, Robert," my mother finished.

That stunned me. It turned everything upside down. My grandfather was my father ... I was my own mother's half-brother ...

I shook my head, thinking like that only confused the shit out of me.

For the rest of that day I moved around in a state of shock. I went about the physical actions of a normal human being, but my head was miles away, in a different world to this one. My mother did her best to explain and to comfort me through the first hours and days of her shocking revelation, a week later I was some way towards getting my head around who I really was.




Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 04



The following Saturday I sat in the kitchen with my mother. I hadn't been to see either my grandmother or Elaine during the interval. What could I say? Gran didn't know about the circumstances of my conception; she'd been told that my mum had fallen pregnant after a one-night-stand during a residential course she'd attended for the bank. Later on, when my grandmother kept on questioning about paternity, my grandfather and my mother made up the story about the man in question having been killed in a car crash.

"How do you feel?" my mother asked, her face full of love and concern for me.

"Better," I replied, meaning it. "I feel OK, mum, really."

"What are we going to do, Robert?" she asked. "Shall we try to put it behind us? Act like we never slept together last week?"

I shook my head. That was the last thing I wanted. I loved my mother and wanted to be with her every night in her bed.

Except the nights I slept with Elaine or my grandmother that is.

"No way," I replied. "I've only just found you, mum. I love you. You're so sexy I can't give you up. I think we should go upstairs and talk about it in bed right now." I grinned at her. "It doesn't matter who my father is, it's my mother I love."

Mum smiled at me, the relief obvious in her expression. "I hoped you'd think that way," she said with a sigh. "I was worried that your birthday party next week would be horrible -- what, with your gran being there and everything. I thought you might just blurt it all out and cause ructions."

"Elaine's coming to the party too, mum," I said. I gave my mother a look. "Do you mind? I thought that maybe you and Elaine could ... get to know each other better. You know, that the three of us could ..."

My mother paused before replying. "What about your gran?" she asked, her voice oddly heavy.

My mouth fell open. "You mean you want to ... With me and Elaine and ... and your mother"

Just then, before my mother could reply there was a knock on the front door.

My mother went to answer.

When she came back into the kitchen I saw a weird expression on her face. A man followed behind her.

"Hello, Robert," my grandfather said.



Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 05



 You might like to read the previous chapters of Granny's Dirty Photographs before you continue with this one. Just for continuity.

OK, well ... wow, chapter five! I didn't think the original scene would grow legs as it seems to have done.

Anyway, in this scene Robert's grandfather turns up and appears to be about to usurp Robert in Clara's affections.

Thanks again – as in the preceding scenes – for the feedback and suggestions. I appreciate the comments, etc.

Send feedback telling me if you enjoyed the series so far or not. Criticism is welcome as long as it's constructive. The "you're a sick fucker and your writing sucks," kind of comment doesn't really help much. Feedback can be by PM on Lit, Public Comments at the end of the piece, or email. If you want a reply or response then email is best.

As usual, since I check my own work, there are very likely typos and errors in the text. It's difficult to spot my own mistakes since I might be blind to them. If any fuck-ups do remain then I apologise; I do check over the scenes several times, but as I mentioned I sometimes miss errors. I hope you enjoy the piece all the same.

Right, I'll STFU and let you get to it. Besides, I've got to start on chapter six – I might make it a quick nasty scene with Robert and his grandmother before I get to the birthday party chapter.

GA – Langkawi, Malaysia – 9th of January 2013.

His timing was incredible. I couldn't believe that he'd shown up so soon after my mother had revealed that my grandfather was actually my father. It had been surreal seeing him there, standing in the kitchen with my mother – the daughter he'd shared an incestuous relationship with.

"I've had a bit of a falling out with Jean," he informed us. "It's over; I wondered if I could stay here for a few days?"

His arrival threw everything off balance for me. Not only had I recently started an affair with my own mother, I'd been fucking my grandmother, his ex-wife, for a few weeks as well, and I wondered what impact my grandfather's arrival would have on my sex life. It turned out that he entertained a notion that my grandmother would take him back, the woman he'd left after falling for a sexy colleague, Jean, from the same school he taught in – a ludicrous idea I'd thought at the time, but one that my grandmother, to my surprise, considered.

That first day however my mother agreed to his request to stay for a few nights, but she told him straight that we all needed to sit down and talk, the three of us.

My grandfather took the news remarkably well, apparently in his stride. "You dirty bugger," he grinned at me when my mother told him that she and I were involved sexually. "She's good, isn't she, your mum, she's a lovely ride."

I blushed, embarrassed by the cavalier attitude of the man. He took it as though it was an everyday occurrence, a young man fucking his own mother.

"So is gran," I fired back, bridling at his smug smirk, thinking that me fucking my grandmother would take the wind out of his sails.

But without missing a beat he retorted with, "The mucky old tart. Mind you, still waters run deep and all that. You'd never think to look at her that she's as kinky as they come." His expression turned wistful as her recalled old times. "The things we used to do together. The parties we threw. Everyone fucking everybody else." My grandfather winked at me. "I've seen your gran take on three cocks at once."

Despite the vulgar revelations, I found myself growing hard at the thought of my beautiful grandmother in such a situation.

"I've told Robert who his father is," my mother informed my granddad quietly.

He went silent then, just looking at me with a curious expression on his face.

"Ah," he said. "Right." My grandfather shifted on his chair. He looked at my mother and said, "Could I have a cup of tea please, Clara?" My mother nodded and rose to her feet. She busied herself with the preparations for tea. "How do you feel about that, Robert?" my grandfather asked me.

I looked into the man's face, the man who'd impregnated his own daughter and sired me. I gave a shrug with my shoulders and pulled a face. "I'm used to it now. It took a bit of thinking about, but it doesn't really matter." I glanced at my mother's back as she stood at the kitchen counter and poured boiling water into a tea pot. "I've got my mum."

My grandfather cast a quick look at my mother. He nodded. "Yes," he said slowly. "I suppose you have." He then gave me a direct look, his eyes on my face. "And how did you and Sarah ...?" He gave an airy wave with one hand. "You know, you and your gran – how did you start with her?" He shook his head, adding, "I know she's a dirty bitch, but I never had her down for that little caper. Her and you? No, I didn't think Sarah would go for that at all."

My mother placed the tea pot on the table. She put a jug of milk next to it and then gave me and my granddad a mug each.

"I found some photos of her from a long time ago," I explained. "She caught me with them and it sort of rolled from there."

Despite a disapproving look from my mother, my grandfather lit up a cigarette.

"Well, well," he said. "I used to take quite a lot of pictures of her at one time." He grinned and me and winked. "I've still got some in a box in storage. I'll show them to you if you like."

"Dad," my mother interjected, "what exactly do you want from us?" She filled her cup with tea after pouring milk in first.

"An ashtray for starters," my grandfather replied, holding up his cigarette. "After that ... I thought we'd have a nice cuppa." He cast a look my way. "And then I might go and see Sarah. See if she'd be interested in going back to how it used to be."

Jealousy flared hot in my chest and hardened my stare while my mother rummaged in the back of a cupboard for an ashtray. "Gran?" I blurted. "You think she'll take you back?"

"I hope so, Robert," he replied as he filled his mug with tea. My mother looked at me and reached out a hand. Our fingers clasped. My grandfather's head tilted to one side as he took in our intertwined fingers. "And I did hope that me and you could ..." He gave my mother a meaningful look.

My mother breathed deeply and looked at me. I could see some kind of internal struggle taking place.

"I ... I don't know, dad," she stammered.

My grandfather shrugged as though it was of no consequence and slurped his tea. He smoked in silence for a minute while I tried to gauge my mother's mood.

I knew she loved her father, loved him in the same way I loved her, the same love I felt for my grandmother. I remembered the heart-shaped tattoo on my mother's buttock, the one she'd had done as a symbol for that love she had for her father.

"Maybe I'll leave it a day or two before I go and see Sarah," granddad said. "So," he added cheerfully a moment later. "Can I stay a few nights?"

I saw my mother snatch a glance at me again. She withdrew he fingers from my grip. "You're my father," she said with a tremor in her voice. "Of course you can stay."

I wondered what the sleeping arrangements would be. I wondered what my grandmother would make of her former husband's re-emergence.

***

When I woke up my mother wasn't in bed next to me. I checked the clock – 2am. A greasy slither of jealousy curdled in my guts.

Where was she?

What was she doing?

Was she with him?

Were they fucking?

I flung the cover back and got out of bed. When I went out onto the landing I eyed the door to my bedroom – my old bedroom. I now shared my mother's bed and that room had been offered up to my grandfather for the duration of his visit.

In my mind I saw my mother riding her father in my old bed. I could see her face, mouth open as she bounced up and down on his cock, tits swaying and jiggling. During that scene I could almost hear the slap-slap-slap of her buttocks against the old man's thighs. My mother gasped and groaned when my grandfather's hands came up to grab her swinging tits, his fingers mauling at her.

"Daddy, I'm coming," my mother grunted.

"Me too, baby," the man groaned in reply. "Keep pumping your arse up and down. Milk my cock with your lovely tight cunt."

Then I jerked back to reality when I heard the rumble of voices downstairs.

I crept along the landing and down the stairs. Quietly I stole along the hall to the kitchen door.

"It's awkward, dad," I heard my mother say.

"What's so awkward about it?" the man replied.

"I love you ..." my mother responded. 

The words sliced my heart. 

"... But we can't carry on like we used to. I love Robert. And he loves me. We're good together. I ... enjoy him."

I loved my mother for her fidelity. I guessed that the old man had been trying to convince her to fuck him, but my mother seemed to be resisting his advances.

"Because he's young and can go all night?" my grandfather said with a coarse chuckle. "Is that it, Clara? Does he fuck like a stallion?"

"Dad, please, do you have to be so vulgar?"

"Sorry," my grandfather responded. "I know I'm crude sometimes, but it cuts me up to think of my lovely girl with somebody else."

"Oh," my mother scoffed, "you run off with Jean, betraying me and my mother in the process, and that's all right, is it? You're allowed to sleep with somebody else, love somebody else, but my mother and I aren't meant to? We're supposed to wait for you? Fuck off, dad."

"Don't be like that, Clara," granddad muttered.

I heard the scrape of a chair against the floor. "Dad, please," my mother said. "I told you, things have changed. I can't sleep with you anymore." My grandfather mumbled something indistinct, something I couldn't quite make out. To hear better I pressed closer against the door, pushing it further open as I held my breath. My mother spoke again, this time with a gasp. "Oh, God," I heard her murmur.

"This is what you need, Clara," my grandfather said just as I stuck my head around the door.

My mother was staring at her father as he sat on one of the chairs. The old man had his cock exposed, a long, thick trunk of a thing that he slowly caressed, his eyes locked on my mother's face.

"Come on, Clara," he crooned. "Come to daddy. Touch this big fucker. You know you want to suck it." His voice grew low and dark, his fist still stroking. "Sit in my lap. Let daddy's cock make you feel good."

Despite my jealousy I found I was enraptured by the scene. Part of me wanted to burst in and slam a fist into the lecherous cunt's face, but another part of me wanted to see my mother do the things my grandfather murmured to her.

My mother wore a two-piece pyjama set, a button-fronted shirt affair on top, matched with a pair of long-legged bottoms.

"You bastard," my mother sighed. I could see her nipples poking against the cotton of her pyjama top. "You know I love watching you do that."

"Touch yourself, Clara," my grandfather sighed. "Pull those bottoms down. Let me look at your lovely twat."

My mother hesitated and then eased the waistband of her pyjamas over her hips. "I despise you for this," she murmured. "Please, dad, please stop." Regardless of her protests my mother still posed for my grandfather, flaunting her vulva him. 

"You fucking love it," the old man replied. "You might have a thing going on with Robert, but you were mine first." He waggled his heavy length in his fist. "This is the first cock you ever knew, Clara. Now, come to daddy and wank his dick. Put your hand around me and stroke me before I fuck you over the kitchen table."

"Oh, dad," my mother groaned. She squeezed her breasts with both hands as her pyjama bottoms slid down her legs so she was bare from the waist down. "You're just such a bad bastard. I don't want to do this."

"Yes you do," the man insisted quietly. "You want to suck my dick and ride it until you come. You always did, Clara. You were always horny for daddy's cock."

"But what about Robert?" my mother mewled. Her hand moved between her legs. "I love Robert too. What can I say to him?"

"You could ask him," my grandfather replied. "He's at the door watching."

My mother spun around to face me, quickly jerking her hand away from her body. "Robert!" she cried.

"Come on in, son," my grandfather said. He made no attempt to hide himself. He just kept on stroking his cock as he watched me move slowly into the kitchen.

My mother looked from me to her father, her expression desperate and confused. "Robert, I ... We ..."

"Take your mother to bed, Robert," my grandfather murmured. He sighed and let go of his cock. The thing hung out of the flies of his pyjama bottoms, thick and brutal.

"I'm sorry, Robert," my mother whimpered. "You don't know what he's like."

"Go to bed, Clara," my grandfather said brusquely. "Let the lad give you the good news." The old man gave a jerk of his head indicating the floor above. "Take her upstairs, Robert. Go on."

"Come on, mum," I said to my mother, my truculent stare locked on the old man's. I walked over to her and took her hand.

My mother's bottom lip trembled as she blinked at me. She took my hand and, leaving her pyjama bottoms in a heap of the floor, followed me out of the kitchen.

Upstairs, in her bedroom, I unbuttoned my mother's pyjama top and, after taking off my bath robe, slid naked into bed next to her.

"I'm sorry, Robert," my mother sniffed as I held her close to me under the covers. "He's just such a persuasive man. There's something almost hypnotic about him. It isn't just me; he can talk just about any woman out of her underwear."

"It's OK, mum," I murmured before I kissed my mother's forehead. "I understand it must be difficult for you. I get that it's complicated." I pressed my lips to my mother's. She moaned and embraced me tight, pulling me to her as we lay face-to-face, both of us on our sides.

"It is, darling," my mother breathed.

"Did you want to ... to do all those things he said?"

My mother nodded, eyes closed, her brow furrowed as though in pain.

Something dark slithered in my guts. I recognised the gnawing hunger of lust, a visceral yearning that had no definable centre, a dull sexual ache somewhere near my balls but also in the length of my penis.

"Why don't you just do it, mum?" I asked, my voice almost unrecognisable to my own ears it was so hoarse, so full of depravity. "Go to him now. Go and fuck him."

I heard my mother gasp. She sat up, breasts jiggling, visible in the dull light from the landing through the partially open door. "Do you mean it?" She asked.

The hope was there in her voice. 

I nodded. "Yes, mum, go to your father. Touch his cock and let him do the things he wants to do."

As I said the words and imagined the prospect of my mother taking her father's big dick into her body, when I saw her expression in my head as he fed his length into her, my own cock uncurled and stiffened.

My mother threw back the cover and, naked, rose from the bed. She looked at me as I lay there, my penis hard.

"Thank you," she sighed. "I'll come back to you. I love you."

Then, with a quick smack of her lips against mine she padded barefoot from the bedroom.

I couldn't stand it. The thought of her with him ripped me apart emotionally.

"Mum," I said to the empty doorway.

Climbing out of bed I went quickly along the landing to my old bedroom. The door was closed but I just opened it without any preamble.

My mother looked at me from where she sat on the edge of my old bed. Her fist cranked at her father's erection. I saw her tits swaying as her forearm jerked, the old man's cock enormous in her hand.

"Mum," I blurted as the sight confronted me.

"Come in, Robert," my grandfather said with a wicked smile. He lay on his back while my mother continued to tug the length of him. "You can watch if you like. Sit down and watch your beautiful mother wanking my cock." He winked at me, adding, "Do you want to see her sucking it? Or how about I get her to kneel on the bed and fuck her from behind? Would you like to see me fucking my daughter like that?"

"Dad, no," my mother gasped. "Stop it, please."

Heedless to my mother's plea, the old man just stared at me. "Why don't you join in, son? Sit next to her so she can wank your cock too. Then we'll both fuck the arse off her." He turned his hot gaze to his daughter. "That feels good, Clara," he groaned. "Kiss me. Kiss your father, girl."

My mother glanced at me. I could see she was torn, but nevertheless, as unwilling as she might be to allow me to witness her corruption, she still opened her mouth for her own father's tongue.

Conflicting emotions surged through me. I wanted to run, to leave them to it. Fuck them both, if that's what she wanted then she could get on with it; I didn't want to see any more.

But the longer I watched the more aroused I became.

I heard the slippery, juicy sounds of my mother kissing her father. Her tongue slid over his, both of them moaning softly. Her hand worked at him while he reached up one hand and caressed my mother's breasts one at a time.

"Come on, Robert," my grandfather coaxed gently. "Sit down. Let her play with your dick. It looks like your cock wants her to. Look at him, Clara. See how hard he is. Come on, Robert," he repeated. "Come here. Kiss your mother."

I was there before I realised I'd moved. My mother's fingers closed around my cock and we kissed.

"Both of my men," mum sighed. "Oh God, what do you do to me that makes me do these things?" she asked her father. "I can't believe I've got both of you like this. Together. Oh, dad, it's just so wrong."

The old man chuckled. "That's what makes it so fucking dirty."

My mother jacked her fist up and down the length of me while I sat next to her on the edge of the bed. She did the same to her father with her other hand, both of us gasping as my mother let out these small moans.

"Suck him, Clara," my grandfather grunted. "Stand up, Robert. Face the bed. Clara, get on your hands and knees and suck your boy's cock."

"I can't be doing this," mum, muttered, even as she swung her legs onto the bed. She knelt on all fours, her arse presented to her father.

"You are, Clara," Granddad replied. The old man positioned himself behind my mother's upraised backside. I looked at him, over sixty years old and his iron-grey hair seemed silver in the light of the table lamp. He still looked fit, a bit podgy around the middle but with a broad chest and thick arms that belied his career as a teacher. He stroked his dick and crouched low behind my mother. "Suck him, baby," the old man sighed. "Lick his dick. Let me see you do it."

My mother's eyes shone up at me as her head ducked down and she took the length of me in her fist.

"Mum," I moaned. "I love you."

"I love you, too, my lovely big boy," she replied just before her mouth closed around me.

I hissed and pushed my fingers into my mother's hair. My grandfather let out a chuckle and then splayed his daughter's buttocks with both hands.

"Look at that cunt all wet and pouting. Ooh, Clara," he said, "I think you're all hot for us both. Are you, baby? Are you all wet and sticky for your father and your son?"

"He's your son, too," my mother groaned as she fisted the root of me. "We made him, you dirty old bastard."

"I'm going to let our son watch me fuck you," the man replied. "Just as soon as I've licked your tight little bum-hole." The old perv smirked at me and winked. "You should see your mum like this, Robert. Her cunt's dripping. She's gagging for cock." He shrugged, adding, "Mind you, once I broke her in she couldn't get enough of my dick. A right mucky bitch is our Clara." He looked to where his fingers had my mother all exposed. "Look at that tight little arsehole," he muttered to himself. "Here I come, Clara. Get ready for my tongue in your muddy hole."




Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 05



My mother let out a long, curdling groan and looked back over one shoulder. "That's so fucking dirty," she moaned. "Your tongue's wriggling around like an eel. Oh, you filthy fucker."

"Suck Robert's dick," the old man commanded when his face reappeared. "Suck him while I fuck you."

Then, in the blink of an eye the old man was behind my mother, hands on her hips as he thrust into her.

"Oh fuck!" my mother yelped. "I've missed you, daddy. Jesus but you're big."

"I'm home now, Clara," my grandfather replied. "Home inside my daughter's wet pussy. Just like I belong." He winked at me again as I stared down at my mother's contorted face. "I'm going to get my wife back too. I'm going to fuck Sarah like I used to, good and hard while she's all dressed up like a bordello whore."

I was tugging my cock now. I couldn't help it. As disgusting as the old man was, my mother was right, there was something compelling about the vulgar ways he had; he was coarse and uncouth but there was an undeniable attraction to what he said and the way he said it.

He was right about my grandmother and her penchant of dressing for sex. She'd maintained in the past, to me and Elaine, her lovers, that she wore the corsets and soft, filmy negligees because she was, at fifty-seven, in her words, not as svelte and nubile I she once was. The corsets hid a multitude of sins, she told us. I think that she just enjoyed the anticipation of being licked and kissed and fucked as she prepared herself for her adventures. I believed that my grandmother felt sexy wearing stockings and heels; she loved to see the hunger and desire in my eyes as I walked to her, my fist working my own cock.

My mother began to pant and grunt when her father fucked into her from behind. The old man was moaning and muttering filth as he crouched over my mother's back and encircled her torso with both arms. He held her in a tight embrace, his hips thrusting rhythmically while he drilled his daughter with his cock.

I pulled and tugged at my dick, watching my beautiful mother's expression as my grandfather took her there. She was close to coming, her moans and sighs constant.

When I glanced at the old man I found him grinning at me. "She's a great fuck, isn't she?" he muttered before he winced and let go of my mother. His fingers digging into her hips. "Look at that," he grunted. "See her big arse wobble when I fuck the shit out of her. Come on, Clara, my darling. Come for daddy."

"I am," my mother moaned as she rubbed at her clitoris from below. "I'm doing it."

I let fly with my own spurting climax when my mother began to cry out in pleasure, her body juddering.

Semen flicked out of my cock and splashed over my mother's face, a long spatter of glistening spunk splashing along her cheek.

"He's coming on my face!" my mother yelled. "Oh, God, I can't stand it. It's so dirty, so beautifully, fucking dirty. My father and my son. Both of you," mum squealed. "I want to fuck both of you. I want you to love me."

"I do, mum," I panted, spunk bursting out of me that then rained down onto the bed. "I love you."

"So do I, Clara," my grandfather hissed. "Feel my love for you, baby."

The old man buckled at the waist, his fingers digging indentations in to flesh of my mother's hips as he came.

***

On Sunday morning I slept late. When I finally opened my eyes at gone midday I found my mother lying next to me. I touched her arm gently and her eyes opened. She blinked and smiled, stretching like a cat before she pressed her lips to my mouth.

"Morning," she said, her voice husky. "I need a shower. You came all over me last night."

My cock was thick and hard, and I grabbed my mother around the waist as she went to climb out of bed. She fell back onto me, giggling as we collapsed in a tangle of limbs.

"I'm ready for you again, mum," I growled, pumping my cock with my fist.

"Let me shower first, Robert," my mother replied. "Then I'll come back to bed."

She kissed my cheek and left me alone in her bedroom. A minute later I followed her, joining my lovely mother under the spray. I soaped up my hands and lathered my mother's tits, squeezing her jugs together while my mother, her own hands all sudsy, washed my iron-hard cock.

"You'd better let me get on with it," mum murmured when things started to get all hot and intense. "Wait for me in bed, darling. Just let me clean up and I'll be with you. No wanking and coming," she added as I, somewhat reluctantly, left her to her ablutions. I dried off and brushed my teeth before padding barefoot to my mother's bedroom.

A few minutes later and she was back, all minty-fresh and scented.

We kissed, kneeling on the bed facing each other, my hands roaming over her body while my hard-on nudged her stomach. My mother eased herself onto her elbows and knees and sucked at my dick with a loud smacking of her lips.

"Yes, mum," I sighed. "That feels so nice."

"You can return the favour in a minute," my mother replied before she slurped at my erection again.

Mum licked the length of me, her tongue gliding along the underside of my dick before she swirled it around the blunt end of my cock-head. Then she popped the dome into her mouth and sucked at it, her hand cranking the base of my cock. She gently caressed my testicles, moaning and sighing around her mouthful of meat.

"Your balls are low and heavy, darling," my mother murmured. "Have they been making lots of gooey spunk?"

"Yes, mum," I grunted. "They're full of the stuff."

"You can show me soon, baby." My mother rolled onto her back and opened her legs. "But lick me first. Lick my pussy before you fuck me."

I went at her eagerly, lapping and slurping at her. My tongue probed into her clenching opening and slid over the taut, scarlet nub of her clit. My mother was groaning and moaning, her head moving side-to-side as lust dribbled from her body.

"From behind, mum," I grunted, too impatient to be at her to keep licking her for long. "Get up so I can put it in."

My mother complied and I was soon behind her, my cock sliding into her molten core. I began to fuck into her immediately, our bodies slapping together.

"Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" My grandfather asked from the doorway.

I slapped a palm against my mother's arse cheek. "What do you say, mum?"

"Both of you again," my mother gasped. "Both of my lovely men."

I grinned at my grandfather as I thrust in and out of his daughter. "Come in," I said, beckoning with a wave of my arm.

My grandfather advanced, his fist working at his cock, his eyes fixed on my mother's swinging tits.

"Fuck her, son," the old man grunted. "Give it to her."

My mother gasped and grunted through gritted teeth, "He is. He is giving it to me." She thrust back at me, our bodies colliding noisily as she forced her body onto my cock using her straight arms as leverage. Her buttocks shivered under the impact, and my eye was drawn to the heart-shaped tattoo she wore as a symbol of her love for her own father. "Daddy," she gasped, "put your cock in my mouth. Fuck my mouth."

So we went at my mother from both ends, spit-roasting her as she snuffled and grunted and fucked her hips back onto me.

I watched, still pumping my mother's cunt as she let her father's cock plop from her lips. She reached up and clung to his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers for a long, passionate kiss, her back bent as she leaned up to him.

I stared down at the womanly contours of my mother's waist and hips in that position. She had her body positioned so her cunt was offered to me behind her, her big tits dangling as her father kissed her greedy mouth.

My grandfather pumped at his hard-on while he kissed his daughter until he let out a loud moan and broke away from her eager tongue. "Fuck, Clara," he groaned. "I'm going to ..."

His hand worked quickly, his fist a blur as the hot stuff spurted out of him. Spunk sprayed onto my mother's breasts and rained on the bedcovers as my grandfather grunted and moaned in pleasure.

"Fuck me, Robert," my mother squealed. "God, it's so sexy seeing my father coming like that. Please, Robert, please, darling, fuck me."

I slammed into my mother, her body squelching around my girth when I powered into her. I felt her fingernails scraping my cock when she reached under her body to rub at her clit. The sensations her fingers elicited must have taken my mother to the brink. She gave a great bellow of delight and squealed that she was there. Her insides clenched around me, almost forcing my cock out of her body as my mother climaxed vigorously.

She collapsed forward on the bed, sprawling inelegantly across the bed cover while her fingers rubbed at her sex. I pushed my mother onto her back and hooked the back of her knees around my arms. After pulling her to me I pushed my cock back into her opening. My mother's eyes opened wide when she felt me slide inside her.

"I'm lying in my dad's spunk," she informed me. "He came all over the bed."

I didn't give much of a fuck about my mother being smeared with her father's jizm, I was too intent on my own release. I had to come; I needed to dump this load of spunk before it became unbearable. I was desperate for that glorious tingle of my spurting cock, and there was only one place I wanted to be when I came – inside my mother, filling her with semen.

"Fuck," I hissed when my mother's heat engulfed me again. "I'm gonna do it soon, mum."

"Yes, baby," my mother replied, her hips jerking. She held my face between her palms and stared into my eyes. "Let me have it, darling. Give me your love."

"Mum," I grunted, pushing deep so my balls nudged the crease of my mother's arse.

"Kiss me," she sighed. "Come inside me. Kiss me as you do it."

My mother sucked at my tongue, her hands still holding her face as she took my length and I pumped her full of viscous come.

She kept her knees bent and tilted her cunt upwards to accept my offering, all the time her tongue sliding inside my mouth.

Eventually, when I'd calmed I stared at my mother's beautiful, flushed face. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," she replied with a soft smile. She turned her face towards her father standing next to the bed, his cock still impressively long even in its shrivelled state. "I love you too, dad," she muttered.

The old man bent and leaned in, stroking my mother's damp hair. "I love you as well, Clara," he said.

They kissed tenderly for a long moment. Then my mother offered her mouth to me again. I kissed her while my diminished cock slid out of her on a rush of goo.

"Both of my men," my mother sighed.

And I found I didn't mind at all. I could share her with my grandfather.

***

That evening, with my birthday less than a week away, my grandfather decided it was time he paid my grandmother a visit.

"I might as well test the waters now," he said, winking at me. "If I don't come back tonight you know the dirty old bitch is sucking my cock."

I wondered if Elaine was at my grandmother's house. If so he might get more than he bargained for, but I quickly realised that my granddad could handle Elaine as well as his ex-wife.

Even though I still felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of my grandmother dressed in her lingerie and opening her legs for the old pervert, I couldn't help but hope the bloke managed to sweet-talk gran around.

It might lead to an interesting birthday party on Saturday.



Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 06



You might like to read the earlier chapters of Granny's Dirty Photographs before continuing with this piece.

This chapter is a slight deviation from the track I led you down at the end of the previous scene. It occurs in the week between when Robert and his grandfather shared Clara and Robert's birthday on the coming (no pun) Saturday.

Robert has been neglecting his grandmother and Elaine in favour of his mother's charms – and they're a tad pissed off about it.

Someone sent an email about how to liven up Robert's birthday party, and I'm going to go down that road in the next chapter, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait for that chapter to be written and submitted.

OK, as usual, there may be errors in the scene that follows. I check my own stuff, and have been banging these out (again, no pun) quite rapidly over the last couple of weeks. If there are fuck-ups, I apologise, and I hope any errors remaining don't affect your enjoyment too much.

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GA – Langkawi, Malaysia – 10th of January 2013.

They both came to the house on Wednesday, my grandmother and Elaine, together.

"We know what you've been up to with your mother, Robert," my grandmother began as soon as I'd closed the door behind them. "And we're both more than a bit miffed with you."

Shit, this couldn't be a good sign. I wondered how my grandmother had found out I was fucking my mother, but the answer was obvious; of course, my grandfather must have told her. What a loudmouth fuckwit – what was he trying to do?

Elaine nodded. "Yes, Robert. How could you do it?"

I stood in the hallway and flapped my hands by my sides. "Uh ... I ..." I managed to say before my grandmother cut me off.

"Your own mother, Robert," she said. "Your grandfather told me all about it. He told me how you fucked my daughter ..." She paused and gave me a withering look before she continued. "... He told me all about the pair of you fucking her. That's so dirty, Robert."

"But, gran," I spluttered. "He did it too. Granddad was there. What did you say to him about that?"

"Why darling," my grandmother replied with a sly smirk. "I simply said that he had to stick his huge cock into me and tell me all about it." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not a hypocrite, Robert. If I'm guilty of sleeping with you then I can't really start ranting and raving about you doing the same thing with your mother."

"But what about him sleeping with her as well?" I asked, flabbergasted by how easily everyone seemed to be taking this incestuous tangle. "Don't you mind?"

"It was a shock, yes; I'll say it came as a huge surprise. But, again, Robert, I can't cast any stones, can I?"

I decided to keep any further questions to myself. I didn't know if granddad had gone as far as telling my gran that I was actually the product of his incestuous liaison with their daughter; he might have revealed much, but maybe not the whole tale.

"What's pissed us off, Robert," Elaine interjected, "is that you haven't bothered with us for days. It seems like you've been giving all your attention to your mother."

Elaine stepped towards me. She came at me with such aggression that I stepped back and my arse hit the front door.

"Let's go," she snarled as she grabbed my wrist, "into the living room." Taken by surprise I just followed along like a lamb to the slaughter as my grandmother followed behind. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back," the woman instructed harshly. "Give me the cord," she added to my grandmother as I complied, mystified as to what the hell was happening.

Elaine quickly bound my wrists before forcing me to turn and face her with her hand on my shoulder. She unzipped my flies and unfastened my jeans, which she then hauled down to my knees, underwear and all.

"What's going on?" I gasped.

"We're going to teach you a lesson," my grandmother replied as she stepped towards me.

Gran took hold of my slack cock and fondled it. Elaine came to us and kissed my grandmother's mouth, her eyes locked on mine.

"You shouldn't have neglected us, Robert," Elaine breathed, her eyes hot with lust. "We're going to show you what you've been missing.

My grandmother squeezed and fondled my cock until I was fully erect. I watched Elaine strip out of her clothes to reveal her tight, toned and tanned body.

"Look at that, Robert," my grandmother whispered into my ear. "How could you neglect Elaine? Isn't she just too lovely for words?"

I gulped and nodded. My gran had a point; I'd somehow forgotten just how sexy Elaine was. I stared at Elaine's gym-toned body, her round, thick-nippled tits and taut buttocks, my cock swelling with desire for the woman. The pale outline of her bikini bottoms high on Elaine's hips contrasted with the brown skin of her suntan. I wished I'd been on that beach holiday with Elaine, I could just imagine the sex after a day sunbathing, with maybe a couple of cocktails inside Elaine to loosen her up. Not that the randy bitch needed much of an excuse for sex.

"And you neglected me as well, Robert," my grandmother muttered with a final squeeze of my dick.

"You're both so lovely," I groaned when my grandmother stepped back and unzipped her tight skirt.

She wriggled her hips to reveal her trademark stockings and high heels. When she unbuttoned her blouse I saw her big jugs spilling over the cups of her corset – a black one this time to match her stockings and dark mood.

"You've been so bad to us, treated us so shabbily that we're going to teach you a lesson," my grandmother said as she reached into a bag she'd carried into the house with her.

I saw some kind of dildo contraption in her hand, a long, black rubber cock with a load of straps hanging off it. My heart leapt into my throat when I realised it was a strap-on. My first thought was my grandmother was going to fuck my arse as punishment!

"Sit down and watch," my grandmother snarled as she strapped the apparatus to her body.

I sat down quickly, keen to protect the fragile ring of my sphincter from that awful thing waggling so incongruously in front of my grandmother.

"Lick my pussy, Sarah," Elaine murmured as she sprawled onto the settee next to me, her legs wide apart.

All I could do was watch as my gran first spat a dollop of saliva onto Elaine's scarlet cunt and then laved at the woman's clit. The urge to stroke my cock was overwhelming, but of course with my wrists bound behind me this was impossible.

"Shit," I breathed, struggling against the cords.

"Sit there and watch me lick her, Robert," gran said as she smirked at me. "You can't touch her, and you can't touch your cock; you just sit there and suffer the agony of unfulfilled desire."

"That's so good on my pussy," Elaine gurgled when my grandmother recommenced her oral attention. "I'm so fucking glad I had you to play with, Sarah. I'd have gone out of my mind waiting for him to come and fuck me."

My grandmother paused and lifted her face from between Elaine's shapely legs. "Well, I had Ralph's big cock on Sunday night," she replied lewdly. "And I let you ride him last night, so you can't still be horny."

The old bastard! He'd fucked them both. How could Elaine let him do it? She was far too hot and sexy for his old dick. My grandmother was one thing, she was the man's ex-wife, they had a shared history and a daughter, but for Elaine to succumb to the randy old goat's vulgar charm had me writhing against the bindings at my wrists.

"You and him?" I gasped to Elaine. "How could you let that old man near you?"

"Robert ..." Elaine purred. Her body jack-knifed at the waist and she held my grandmother's face between her hands. "... The guy's got a cock like the last ten inches of a fire-hose. When he waved that fucker at me I couldn't say no. Besides," she added, "it's your fault. If you'd been bothered to come and service me I might not have let myself get carried away. As it was we had a lovely threeway last night. He fucked us both silly and forced his dick into my throat as he pumped spunk into me." She kissed my grandmother's mouth and I sat there stunned as their tongues rolled and slid and danced.

My grandmother broke away from Elaine with a gasp. She stood up. "Suck this like it's Ralph's dick," she ordered her friend. "Show my grandson how slutty you were on his granddad's cock."

I groaned while Elaine, with her stare locked on my face, slurped and moaned and slobbered at the rubber cock strapped to gran's body.

"You should have seen how hot and horny Elaine was for your granddad's cock," my grandmother muttered. "She had him groaning so much and his toes were curling; she sucked and sucked at him, Robert. She gave him so much head he squirted spunk right down her gullet."

"Gran," I sighed. "Please, don't tell me any more."

"I watched him fuck her from behind. You should have seen her cunt stretched around him. I thought she'd split in two it was so tight. You remember Elaine's tight little cunny, don't you, Robert? Well, last night your granddad stretched it good and proper. He gave her a real good fucking."

"You give it to me now, Sarah," Elaine gasped as she fell back into the sofa, legs wide, feet dangling and her toes pointed like a ballerina's. "Stick that big fucking thing into me."

"Just like Ralph did, darling girl?" my grandmother asked, her voice hoarse.

"Just like last night," Elaine replied eagerly, her eyes as wide as her grin. "No mercy, Sarah," Elaine added. "No matter how much I beg, don't pull out. Keep fucking me until I'm worthless. Ruin my cunt, Sarah."

I'd never heard such filth. The language the two women used shocked me. I knew my grandmother could be a sewer-mouthed whore, but this was beyond some dirty mutterings during sex, this was a whole new concept for me.

My cock felt huge as I watched my grandmother slowly push the strap-on into Elaine's body inch by inch. Elaine groaned, her head lolling back while she closed her eyes her pretty face all screwed up with pleasure. I wanted to tug at my dick, but every time I moved the cords binding my wrists just dug into my skin.

"Is that good, Elaine?" my grandmother asked when Elaine had accommodated the whole length of the false penis.

"It feels so lifelike, Sarah," Elaine mumbled, her eyes focussed between her legs. "It almost feels real." She looked up at my grandmother hovering over her. "Are you going to fuck me with it now, Sarah?" Elaine gulped and massaged her own breasts while she stared up at my grandmother's face expectantly.

"Yes, my lovely girl," gran breathed.

My grandmother's leg nudged me as she climbed up onto the sofa. I stood up in case one of her lethal heels sliced my cock or scrotum. Because of my jeans and underwear restricting my movements I found I had to do the penguin walk to move around to a better position to observe Elaine's pussy getting fucked.

"Sarah," Elaine sighed when the thing slid out of her. I saw the rubber glisten with Elaine's desire, her tacky labia clinging to the shaft as gran eased the length of it out of the woman sighing beneath her.

Elaine reached up and slipped the cups of the corset bra down to reveal my grandmother's breasts.

The two women kissed for a long moment before Elaine craned forward and sucked on one of my grandmother's long teats.

"I love your breasts, Sarah," Elaine mumbled, her mouth full of tit-flesh.

"They're just big old udders," my grandmother replied, her hips moving quickly as she increased the tempo and force of her thrusts.

"I think you've got great tits, gran," I said in response. I knelt on the floor close to the sofa, my eyes fixed on my grandmother's boobs.

Gran turned her head to regard me with a heavy-lidded stare. "Suck them as well, Robert." She said in a voice croaky with her own lust. "You can suck my tits and kiss me while I fuck Elaine. Are you horny, Robert?" she added as I took one thimble-sized nipple between my lips.

Releasing gran's teat and moving in to kiss her mouth, I gasped, "Yes, gran."

"Just like we were last week, Robert," Elaine grunted while my grandmother and I kissed. "I was so hungry for your cock and you never showed up with it. I had to finger my clit and fuck my own pussy with a vibrator. I waited and waited for you. In the end I went to see your grandmother and we played with each other. Then your granddad turned up and made me feel so good. He knows how to give a girl a good time. What an amazingly talented man he is with his tongue and his huge dick."

I broke away from my grandmother's searching tongue. "Don't tell me things like that, Elaine," I groaned. "It makes me so jealous."

"Just like we felt when we found out about you and Clara," Robert," my grandmother interjected. "Now you can just watch and suffer while we take it in turns to fuck each other with this strap-on. Think about what you've done to us." She began to pound at Elaine, fucking into the woman so forcefully that Elaine's tight tits trembled. My grandmother's boobs swung heavily until she collapsed on top of Elaine's body, her big boobs mashing against Elaine's round jugs.

"Oh, fuck, Sarah," Elaine groaned, eyes rolling in her head. "Pump it into me, please." Elaine's arm squeezed between their compressed bodies as her fingers sought her clit. She rubbed at herself and turned her glazed eyes to me. "You just think ... Oh, fuck ... You just think about your grandfather doing this to me, Robert. I hope you're jealous as hell imagining him fucking me with his big cock. I sucked your gran's pussy off him when he pulled it out of her too. She was so wet after taking him deep and hard that I thought she'd peed herself, Robert. His cock was so wet with her. It tasted so fucking good." Elaine's eyes closed and she winced, her mouth hanging open.

"Are you close, Elaine?" my grandmother asked.

"Uh huh, oh yeah, Sarah," Elaine squealed. "You're getting me there."

My grandmother pulled the strap-on out of Elaine and scrambled down the sofa. I watched as she took Elaine to her orgasm, her tongue against the other woman's clit, two stiff fingers fucking her opening.

"My turn," my grandmother gasped as her fingers scrabbled at the straps around her hips.

A minute or two later and my grandmother was on her knees on the floor, elbows on the sofa seat. Elaine moved behind her and, without preamble, pushed the rubber cock into gran's pussy.

"Sit down," gran ordered with a bark. "Put your legs either side of me. Let me see your cock close up, Robert."

I groaned when my grandmother's lips closed around my cock-head. She sucked at me for a few seconds and then let the purple dome slip out of her mouth.

"Don't stop," I wailed.

My grandmother took hold of my cock and grinned up at me. "You shouldn't have left us high and dry, Robert," she said. "Now I'm just going to tease you. I might give it a little suck," she squeezed my dick, "or I might not. But you're not going to come, Robert. No fun for you at all. You can pull yourself off when we leave." My grandmother groaned and her breasts squashed against my thighs when Elaine gave several vigorous thrusts behind her. "It's a pity your mother's in London tonight, eh, Robert? Nobody to fuck tonight. You can just imagine me and Elaine with your grandfather's cock keeping us both happy later."

"No, gran, please, don't say that. I'm sorry, so sorry. Please ..."

But she wasn't listening. Instead her eyes were closed as she groaned and panted and mumbled obscene exhortations for Elaine to drill her cunt.

My grandmother got there quickly, the combination of Elaine's energetic thrusting and her own busy fingers on her clitoris speeding her to a very vocal climax.

The two women kissed tenderly, giving me a good, long look at their glistening tongues sliding and curling around each other. My grandmother stroked Elaine's smooth, toned buttocks while the other woman gently massaged gran's breasts.

Finally they dressed and untied me.

"Bye," they chorused from the door, leaving me alone in the house with a stiff cock and chafed wrists. 

I heard the front door slam and then, a minute or so later, the sound of a car's ignition.

As they drove off I imagined the two women arriving at gran's house. In my head I saw the old man, my grandfather, waiting for them. He smirked and exposed his erection, and my gran and Elaine sank to their knees to suck it, sharing it between them.

"Fuck that!" I called out and got to my feet.

After pulling up my jeans and undies and packing my dick away, I grabbed my car keys and drove to my grandmother's house.

When I arrived there was no sign of anyone in the house. I scratched my head as the curdling jealousy swilled around in my guts. Where the fuck were they?

Then it came to me – Elaine's house. They must all be there.

I left my car on the kerb outside my grandmother's house and walked along the road to Elaine's place.

Elaine answered the door after I knocked on it rapidly.

"Robert!" she cried, surprised. She recovered quickly and shouted back into the house: "Sarah! Robert's here. What do you want?" she asked, returning her attention to me.

"I want you," I said quickly, almost babbling. "Both of you. I'm so sorry I—"

My grandmother appeared behind Elaine. I stopped talking when I saw her with her blouse gaping, her big tits already exposed. My grandmother was bare arsed, her skirt and underwear discarded somewhere in the house. I stared at her, taking in the shoes and her stockings that were strapped to her corset by no less than six suspender straps, three to a stocking – a detail I hadn't noticed earlier.

"Is this what you've come for, Robert?" my grandmother said icily, regarding me with a smirk of disdain over the rims of her spectacles. "Have you come crawling here to beg us to forgive you?"

"I'll beg, gran," I wailed, aroused to the brink of insanity by my grandmother's dishabille. "Fuck, gran, you look so sexy half-dressed like that."

"Let him in, Elaine," my grandmother said. "We don't want half the street seeing him crawl."

Elaine stepped back from the door and gave a nod to indicate I should enter the house.

My grandmother turned her back to me. "On your hands and knees and crawl to me, Robert," she called as she walked into Elaine's front room.

I watched her buttocks jiggle and dropped to my knees without another word. If that's what it took ...

Elaine chuckled and followed me as I crawled on hands and knees into the living room.

"Where's granddad?" I asked as I looked around the room.

"Never mind him," my grandmother snarled, eyes flashing fire behind the lenses of her glasses. "You just come here and lick my cunt."

I crawled the rest of the way to where my grandmother lay sprawled and spread-legged in one of Elaine's arm chairs. She held herself open for me and I immediately lapped at her clit.

"Me too," Elaine trilled. A few seconds later, already naked, she straddled my grandmother's thighs, her arse almost in my face. "Lick me too, Robert. Make me wet."

My grandmother gave a low, dirty chuckle. "You're already sodden, you filthy tart," she said with two of her fingers inside Elaine.

"Make me wetter then," Elaine responded.

I looked up to see the women's mouths locked together. I went back to my grandmother's pussy, slurping at her and probing her opening with my tongue. Then, after eliciting several groans and grunts of approval from gran I moved up to survey the taut globes of Elaine's derrière. Her dangling labia gaped when I parted those tight cheeks with my fingers. Her puckered sphincter winked at me.

"I love it when you do that," Elaine's said, her voice curdled with dissolute delight when I probed the dark smudge of her anus with my tongue. "He's licking my arsehole, Sarah," Elaine breathed. "It's so fucking wicked."




Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 06



After several minutes of dividing my attention between the two groaning, gasping women my grandmother told me to take off my clothes and sit down on the sofa.

When I was naked and seated both women came to me and sat down, one either side. From there, while I kissed Elaine, my grandmother took hold of my cock and sucked at the knob-end with pursed lips. She cranked me at the root and sucked the tip of me while I ran my hands over the smooth skin of her shoulders before I felt the tightly packed corset that covered her torso.

Then Elaine took over the oral duties on my hard-on, leaving me free to caress her tightly-muscled back while my grandmother sucked at my tongue.

They swapped back and forth until, eventually, they were both down there sucking and licking me simultaneously.

"I'm gonna ..." I blurted a second before the gush of semen squirted out of me right into Elaine's mouth.

My grandmother grabbed my cock and pulled it, still spitting spunk, from between Elaine's lips. Gran wanked me dry, all the time holding the head of my cock in her mouth.

I watched as the two women rolled my come around in their mouths. Then, after a glance at each other they kissed, passing the gloopy mix between them. Elaine finally swallowed hers down while my grandmother looked me in the eye and let the whole frothy blend slide over her bottom lip and down her chin.

"Another corset and a pair of stockings ruined," she grinned as the stuff hung off her chin and spattered down onto the upper slopes of her breasts, her corset, and into her lap. She took off her spectacles and removed the fastenings from her hair. "To the bedroom I think, Elaine," she added.

"You'd better be hard when we get upstairs," Elaine said to me as she led me from the room by my cock. "You've got two extremely horny women to satisfy."

"But what about my granddad?" I enquired.

Elaine stopped on the stairs and smirked at me. "Shall we tell him, Sarah?" she asked.

My grandmother, behind me, replied: "Why not? I think he suffered enough."

Elaine continued to climb the stairs. I watched her swaying hips and heart-shaped arse in front of me. "We made it all up," Elaine said. "I haven't fucked your granddad. He's gone back to Newcastle to get some of his stuff."

"He came to see me on Sunday night," my grandmother cut in as we reached the bedroom. "Of course he charmed me in his usual vulgar manner and we ended up rutting like beasts half the night. I've taken him back, Robert, but he knows it's conditional." My grandmother lay on the bed on her back. She opened her legs and reached out her arms to me in invitation. As I climbed between her thighs, she continued: "I still want us to be lovers, Robert. I still want you and Elaine." She sighed and embraced me when I slid into her opening. "I'm taking him back on the condition that I can have you both ... You and Elaine, I mean, as well as him. If your mother wants to continue their affair, that's up to her – I don't mind at all as long as I can have you."

"Happy families, Robert," Elaine murmured as she lay alongside us and massaged my grandmother's breasts. 

The following day, Thursday, I was asleep on my feet at work. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of sleeping with my mother, maybe sharing her in an incestuous threeway with my grandfather from time to time, as well as the knowledge that I'd be fucking Elaine and my grandmother at least a couple of days a week. With my birthday approaching on Saturday I doubted I'd get any presents better then that deal.

It turned out I was wrong.



Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 07



The final chapter ... or is it? If you haven't read the earlier chapters of Granny's Dirty Photographs you might like to do so before reading this scene.

It's Robert's birthday – what presents will he receive?

I hope I managed to keep you entertained until now, and that this scene keeps on doing so.

I left a PS at the end so I'll keep the preamble brief(ish)

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GA – Langkawi, Malaysia – 17th of January 2013.

My mother asked me to sleep in my old bedroom when she arrived home on Friday night.

That worried me. 

"Is everything OK, mum?" I asked. "Did something happen while you were in London?"

Still wearing her work clothes my mother came to me as I stood in the kitchen. "Don't look so concerned," she said, her hand stroking my cheek. "There's nothing wrong at all." She smiled brightly. "And tomorrow's your birthday. The weather report's good." My mother nodded and kissed my cheek. "Your gran insisted on the barbecue and it looks like it could be a good day for it. Smile, Robert," my mother added, "you'll be twenty tomorrow. The party will be great."

"Are you sure you don't mind Elaine being there?" I stammered. "And what about gran? Have you seen her since ... since it all came out?"

My mother turned away and walked to one of the cupboards. She reached in for a glass and then poured some water into it.

"No," she replied after a sip. "I didn't know what to say to her at first. After all, I started it all with your granddad."

"Or he started it with you," I pointed out.

My mother shrugged. "Whichever, Robert, it doesn't matter. I slept with my father years before you and my mother ..." She sighed and her chin dropped to her chest. When she looked up again, my mother added, "I suppose I feel guilty. No matter that she's done almost the same thing ... It's all incest – I slept with my father, you slept with your grandmother." She sighed again. "Now we're at it, you and I, and to top it off she and my father are back together it seems ... And then there's Elaine!"

It all got complicated when my mother spelt it all out like that.

"Will you talk to her tomorrow, mum? To gran."

My mother nodded and gulped water. "And Elaine too. I'll clear the air with everyone, Robert. Then we can get back to normal ... Or as normal as this family can get," she added with a snort of laughter.

"Why can't I sleep in your bed, mum?" I asked. "Tonight – why not?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow," she answered. "I still love you, Robert, if that's what's worrying you. I still want to make love and do everything we've been doing."

"Do you, mum? I thought that maybe granddad had phoned you, or that he'd said or done something."

My mother shook her head briskly. "No, it's nothing like that. You shouldn't think like that, darling. I love my father and I love you ..." She placed the glass down on the counter and walked towards me.

I loved seeing my mother in her business clothes. She looked so formal and high-powered – which she is. But I knew that beneath the dark, modest skirt and blouse that my mother's body would welcome me, especially the wet heat between her legs. I'd seen and fondled and sucked at my mother's large breasts, and my cock thickened at the memory of her in bed with her jugs swinging as she rode my dick.

"Do you want me to show you how much I love you?" my mother breathed just before she kissed my mouth. Her tongue slid past my lips.

I groaned and ran my hands over her body. "Yes, mum," I sighed when we parted.

My mother led me by the hand from the kitchen to the lounge. She sat in one of the armchairs and motioned with a hand for me to unzip my jeans.

"Oh my," she murmured when she saw me already stiff, the eye of my cock leaking pre-cum in anticipation. "It's such a pleasure to see you like this," my mother whispered as her fingers closed around me. "You love your mother, don't you, darling." Her hand squeezed me and I groaned.

My mother licked the head of my cock, her tongue sliding around and around. Then she lapped it like a lollipop, with long, lascivious strokes of her tongue, leaving my cock glistening with smeared pre-cum and her saliva.

Her hand worked at me when she sucked at my tip, her cheeks concave while her fist caressed me.

"Mum," I sighed, pushing my fingers into her hair.

She let my cock plop out of her mouth and smiled up at me, her hand working faster along my length.

"I love seeing you like that, mum," I mumbled through my desire. "Your hair's messed up and you look so sexy in your work clothes.

My mother chuckled and released my dick. "How about now?" she asked when she'd unbuttoned her blouse and her big tits swelled over the cups of her bra. "Am I a slutty mother for you now, my darling boy?"

"You're perfect," I groaned. "Beautiful and sexy."

My mother smiled lovingly at me, her eyes glistening. "Thank you, my lovely boy," she murmured, and then took me into the heat of her mouth again.

She sucked at me, taking me deep into her throat, holding a restraining hand against my abdomen when my hips jerked instinctively and I made her gag.

"Don't fuck my throat, baby," she gagged and coughed, drool sliding over her chin. My mother wiped the back of a hand across her face. "Not yet. I need to practice before you can fuck like that." She curled her fingers around my cock again. "Soon though. When I've trained myself to take you all in my mouth." She grinned up at me and cranked at my dick. "You can fuck my mouth until your balls are banging my chin."

My mother gommed at my cock after delivering that lewd image to my brain. In my head I could see her with her lips stretched tight around my girth, her nose pressing my stomach while my balls dangled next to her chin. My mother slurped and gasped, her hand working at me in conjunction with her oral efforts. She raised up and spat onto the head of my cock, greasing my pole so her fist squelched along the shaft.

"Mum," I hissed, the effort of holding back my surge clenching my teeth. "I ..."

"Don't hold it back, Robert," my mother urged. "Just let it go. I'll take it. I'll take it all. Just let it all go. Give me your spunk, darling."

The stuff flicked out of me as I bellowed with the pleasure of release. My own mother had yanked and sucked me to a climax; I was covering her with jizm and I fucking loved it.

My mother kept tugging at me until all that came out of me was a watery ooze.

"Bloody hell, Robert," she said, her face spattered with goo. "Look at the mess." My mother grinned at me as she rose to her feet. We kissed and I felt my own ejaculate slide across my cheek when my mother's face touched mine.

"I love you, mum," I whispered.

"I love you, too, Robert," she replied as she looked into my eyes. "Now don't be silly about sleeping in your own bed tonight. It's nothing sinister, I promise. You'll see tomorrow." My mother stepped back and surveyed her breasts glistening with semen. She examined her blouse and the opaque spatters where my jizm had landed. "I need a bath and a change of clothes," she laughed. "Be a love and make supper ... or order a pizza or something. We could have a night in front of the telly before the party tomorrow."

My mother walked out of the room, stripping off her blouse as she went. I thought about following her upstairs and fucking her on her bed, but something told me that it wasn't what my mother wanted and I went to find the leaflet for the pizza place instead.

***

My twentieth birthday dawned and I faced the day with mixed feelings. On one hand I looked forward to my birthday barbecue at my grandmother's house. I would be there with my friends from work and a few of the lads from the pub, not that I was so much of a regular at the boozer any more. I would also be with the people I loved: My mother and grandmother and Elaine.

The concern that gnawed at me was how things might turn out – would my mother get on with Elaine well enough to curb her jealousy? Would my grandfather try to snurgle into Elaine's knickers? And if he did, would she let him? There was also the fact that my mother and grandmother hadn't seen each other since all the incestuous intrigue within our family came out in the open – how would their first meeting go?

It would be an anxious day for me, and I wouldn't feel any easier until it was all over.

My first present of the day came early when my mother walked into my bedroom.

"Hello, darling," she trilled with a smile. "Happy birthday." She handed me an envelope and stood by my bed, naked.

"Thanks, mum," I said, my eyes on my mother's large breasts as she stood there with her arms folded under their heavy weight. I ripped open the envelope and read the inside of the card.

I looked at my mother and thanked her for the cash that had fallen out of the card onto the bed.

"That's not all," she replied and turned around, her arms falling by her sides. "I got this done the other day. That's why I didn't want you to sleep with me last night. I wanted this to be a surprise on your birthday.

High up on my mother's buttock, near her hip, was the heart-shaped tattoo she'd had inked to show her love for her father. Now there was a second heart alongside the first.

"Mum," I said, my voice choked with emotion. "Wow ..."

"It's a bit scabby and a bit sore so be careful of it," my mother said as she climbed into bed next to me. "It means I love you, my darling boy," she murmured, her breasts pressing against my chest when she leaned over to kiss my cheek. I was hard in an instant. "Oh my," my mother chuckled when she held my tumescence in her hand. "What shall we do with this?"

I rolled her over onto her back and entered her without preamble. I found her hot and wet, molten around my cock as her body accommodated me with one easy glide.

"Mum," I groaned, wincing at the sensation of her squeezing my girth. "Why are you so wet?"

"I've been masturbating for ages, Robert. I missed you last night. I wanted you so much but didn't want you to see the tattoo until today." Her arms came around me and she held me tight. "Love me, Robert. Love your mother like a good son should."

We moved together slowly, both of us gasping while we sent telepathic messages of love to each other with our eyes. We kissed in a lingering slide of tongues; I wanted to be inside my mother completely. I wanted to fill her with love.

"Isn't this great?" I muttered, my hips jerking a little harder. "Us. Together like this."

"It's wonderful," my mother sighed in response. She opened her legs wider to take me deeper into her body. "We're loving each other, Robert. And it's so, so beautiful."

"Is is like this with granddad?" I asked, needing to know but dreading the answer I knew would come.

"Yes," my mother breathed. "It is, darling. But you're different to him, you're much more giving and sensitive; he just fucks, it's mainly physical. He loves me, I know he does, but the sex is more like a physical need for him. We're more connected mentally, my darling, you and I. Besides, you're my son. You grew inside me, that makes it very special between us."

"Is it better between us than with him?"

My mother paused and looked up at me. "Get off me, Robert," she said. "I want to ride you. Let me control the pace. And when you're ready to come, just let it go." She straddled my thighs and leaned forward, her pussy sliding down over my dick. "It isn't better, per se, Robert," my mother continued as she began to move her hips and I reached up to play with her swaying breasts. "I love my father, and I love the way he makes me feel when he's inside me. I could ask you if it's better with your grandmother ... or with Elaine."

I understood her meaning then. I loved it when I was with my mother, but I also got great pleasure from the sex with my grandmother. It was love with gran as well, but there was a subtle difference between that love and the feelings I had for my mother. With Elaine it was more physical. I enjoyed her physique and her stamina. Also with Elaine it was more visceral. She was as sexy as hell and I fancied her rotten, I suppose I loved her on a certain level, but we didn't have that intuitive connection that I shared with my mother.

"I get it," I nodded, my mother's tit-flesh squeezed between my fingers as I mauled at her jugs. "It makes sense."

Suddenly I was no longer jealous of the relationship my mother shared with her father. There was enough love for us all.

"I'm so happy we're doing this, mum," I sighed, my chest swelling with emotion as tears pricked at my eyes.

"So am I, my lovely big boy," my mother whispered. "Now, enough talk. Let mummy ride you and give you a birthday treat." She began to move quickly, her buttocks quivering as she slap-slapped onto me. "Let me give you your first come of your birthday. Elaine and my mother can have you later, but I've got you first."

"Are you going to fuck granddad later, mum?" I hissed as the surge tingled within me.

"Maybe," mum replied, her breasts swinging as her face twisted into a mask of pleasure. "We'll see. Now shut up and let me ride your beautiful cock."

The sight of my mother moving over me, her pussy clamped around my erection while her face twisted with the rush of her own climax sent me over the edge. I grunted and forced my hips off the bed to push deep into her when the spunk exploded out of me.

I squeezed mum's breasts and leaned up to take one long, thick nipple between my lips. Sucking at her I squirted my seed into her body while my mother gasped and squealed, her arse bouncing onto me so hard that the bed squeaked in synchronised protest.

"I'm coming while you're pouring into me, Robert," she grunted. "God, but I love it when that happens. I adore coming on your spitting cock."

My mother milked me with her cunt, squeezing the essence out of me until, with a long groan and a sigh she fell off me.

"I hope your party goes well, darling," mum panted as she snuggled next to me.

I had a quick vision of Elaine and my grandmother naked, both keen to celebrate my birthday with me.

"I hope so too, mum." We kissed slowly as drowsiness overcame me and I fell asleep in my mother's arms.

***

At two in the afternoon I drove the old Golf to my grandmother's house. For me it was a tense time, my mother and grandmother coming face-to-face. To my relief my grandmother greeted her daughter warmly, a smile on her face and arms wide in welcome.

"Clara, darling, lovely to see you." My grandmother was so effusive that anyone would think my mother had been in Australia instead of a couple of miles away in the same town.

"Hello, mother," mum replied as she smiled and entered gran's embrace. "It's all been a little ... strange, hasn't it?"

Gran nodded. "It has, dear, but we can talk about it later. For now let's just concentrate on Robert's birthday." My grandmother turned to me. "Happy birthday, darling." We embraced and my grandmother kissed my cheek, the chastest kiss we'd shared in weeks. Nothing like the torrid exchanges I'd grown used to, and I found it a little confusing.

We went past the house and into the garden to where my grandfather had the barbecue lit.

"Happy birthday!" the old man called when he saw me. He walked over shook my hand, leaning in to clasp me in a hug. "I've got a present for you," he muttered quietly. "I'll give it to you later. I think you might like it." He broke away from me. "Food should be an hour or so. Time for a beer before everyone else arrives." 

He looked at my grandmother, who said, "Yes, of course, Ralph. You look after the barbecue and I'll fetch a couple from the fridge. "You do want one, don't you, Robert?"

I nodded and my grandmother walked off towards the house.

My grandfather embraced his daughter and she kissed his cheek. This was the most surreal experience of my life, us all acting like the average family. Nobody would guess at what we all got up to.

Then Elaine appeared, crying out with delight when she saw me. I glanced at my mother, who appeared calm and unfazed by Elaine's entrance.

We did the hugging thing and Elaine wished me a happy birthday.

Then the two women eyed each other.

"Hello, Clara," Elaine said, unsure.

"Hello, Elaine," my mother replied. "Lovely to see you." She moved towards the short-haired woman and, to my surprise, took hold of Elaine's hand. "I was so jealous of you when I found out about ..." My mother cast a quick look at me. She shrugged. "But I've been thinking and I don't see why we can't ..." Mum sighed.

"Share the love?" Elaine finished for her, her voice raising a hopeful octave.

"Precisely," my mother replied, smiling."

"I wouldn't mind sharing the love," I heard my grandfather mutter. He nudged me with his elbow. "You lucky bastard," he added, keeping his voice low. "I'd love to get across her. Tidy little package, isn't she?"

"I grinned and nodded, relived that it was all going so well.

My grandmother appeared with two beers. "Elaine!" she cried. Gran looked at my mother warily, apparently testing the atmosphere. "Can I get you a drink? And you, Clara – what would you like?"

"I think we should help ourselves, mum," my mother said. "Otherwise you'll be running around all day; especially when Robert's friends arrive. How about we all pitch in together? The family." She faced Elaine, still smiling. "And I might as well include you in that category, Elaine." To my surprise I saw my mother wink. "After all, you might as well be family."

My grandmother blushed at the oblique reference to our family's incestuous habits when Elaine chuckled.

"Thanks, Clara," Elaine replied, nodding. "I'm flattered to be included."

I carefully analysed both women, seeing if I could spot any sign of insincerity or bitchiness in either my mother's invitation or Elaine's response. They both seemed genuine and I gave a small sigh of relief when the two of them linked arms and walked up to the back door, my grandmother leading.

My grandfather swigged beer from the can. "Yep," he said, wiping the back of a hand across his lips. "That woman's got a great figure on her. Just look at that arse." He nodded at Elaine's derrière as she moved lightly over the lawn, hips swaying.

"You should see her naked," I replied, taking a deep draught of my own beer.

That shut the old man up, and he went back to stirring the charcoal evenly across the drum of the barbecue.

A few minutes later the women reappeared, laughing and chattering and now the best of friends it seemed, with each of them holding a glass. We spent a pleasant twenty minutes bantering around one of the picnic tables granddad had set up on the lawn. There were no references to anything other than normal, run-of-the mill subjects. It was as though today, with other people due to arrive at any moment, there had been a tacit agreement to leave the subject of sex within our family – Elaine included – off the conversational agenda. 

Then guests began to arrive.

It was a great afternoon. A benign blue sky and warm sunshine set the scene for a few hours of chat, drinking, laughing and some flirting. The boys from the pub and a couple of the lads from work took a shine to Elaine, who then spent most of her time batting back witty ripostes to some alcohol fuelled innuendo. One or two even tried flirting with my mother, which she rebuffed in the same good-natured attitude that Elaine adopted. I did feel a corrosive slide of jealousy when I saw one of the pub crowd with his hand on Elaine's arm, which she let remain there for a minute at least before she shifted her position and the man was forced to relax his grip.




Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 07



Eventually, after food and drink and the obligatory round of Happy Birthday, the guests began to thin out. Some of the lads tried to get me to hit the pub with them to carry on the drinking. I declined, preferring to stick around with the family. Besides, I didn't trust my granddad not to get up to any tricks in my absence.

At half past nine in the evening, just as the light began to fade, my grandfather told me to come into the house. "I'll give you your gift now," he said with a wink.

Curious, I followed the old man inside.

He led me upstairs to gran's bedroom, the one I assumed he now shared with her again; the very room in which I'd lost my virginity to my own grandmother.

Granddad reached under the bed. I recalled how I'd felt the day that I'd been snooping around in that room and found the stash of nude pictures of gran.

"Happy birthday, Robert," my grandfather said as he handed me a gift-wrapped parcel.

"Thanks," I responded and tore at the wrapping. I felt a weird slide of anticipation in the pit of my stomach, a tickle way down deep that I recognised as the precursor to sexual arousal. I had an inkling of what the album might contain, and I didn't know if I wanted to see its contents or not.

Of course curiosity got the better of me in the end. I had to look. And when I opened the album to the first page I let out an involuntary gasp.

My grandfather chuckled. "Told you."

I looked at him and saw the glint in his eye. "Shit," I groaned.

"Don't you like it?" he asked.

I nodded, speechless for a moment. "Yes," I croaked, lust for the woman depicted in the debauched scene flaring hot and visceral. "It's kind of disturbing, seeing her like that, but she looks so lovely."

"She was lovely back then; she still is but in a different way. I was an arsehole to run off with Jean like I did. I didn't know what I had with Sarah."

"But you're back with her now, eh?" I turned to the next page of five photographs. "Bloody hell," I sighed.

"Yes, I'm back with her now. But she's adamant I have to share her with you. She's quite taken with you. You're a lucky young man to have a woman like Sarah to teach you things." His finger tapped one of the images. "And your gran knows a few things."

I had to agree, my grandmother certainly did seem to be versatile. In the first series of photos, about twenty in all, my grandmother, a younger version of her, appeared to be the focal point for a group sex session, more a gangbang than orgy. She wore her corset and stockings and shoes and featured in a set of photos that showed her smiling with five men, all naked, before she then sucked each one, smiling around her mouthful of man-meat.

Then they fucked her, sometimes on her back, sometimes from behind, sometimes with her riding. Some of the images showed my grandmother with a cock in her hairy pussy and one in her mouth. There were a few where she had a choice of two cocks to suck while one of the men drilled her pussy. By the time I got to the image where gran was covered in semen I was rock hard.

And that was just the first set; there were at least four more scenes in that album.

"This is ..." I flailed a hand in the air, unable to describe how that album made me feel. "It's just fantastic. Thanks."

My grandfather grinned. "Glad you like it, son. Maybe you could add some photos of your own? These days it's digital cameras and computers. So much simpler than the hoo-ha I had to go through to get these images developed in the old days." He patted my leg as we both sat on the edge of the bed. Then he got up. "I'll leave you to ... uh ... enjoy your present," he said.

When my grandfather left I skimmed through a few more pages. The urge to touch my cock, to tug it until the spunk squirted out of me grew irresistible. I lay the album on the bed and kicked off my shoes. Mindless to discovery, not that I cared at all since the only people in the house were my family and Elaine, and they were already my lovers, I unzipped my jeans and pulled them off.

I tugged at my cock, my eyes scanning every photo as I took in the sight of my beautiful grandmother enjoying herself. And it was obvious that gran adored the multiple-partner scene. The next set showed her with just one man, but a bloke with a huge dick that stretched my grandmother's lips and then her pussy. In the finale in this one my grandmother lay on her back on what looked like a hotel bed. She had her legs wide and was smiling hugely as she held herself open with her fingertips and the man's jizm shone like a pearl, beaded at her opening before sliding along the crease between her buttocks.

I heard my mother's voice and looked up from the album of granny's dirty photographs.

"Robert," my mother admonished as she walked into the room. "You don't have to masturbate, darling. I'm here to help you with that." She came closer and glanced at the pictures. "Is that my mother?" she asked, reaching for the book. "God but she's a slut." My mother's eyes flicked across the images before she turned a page. "She looks so happy," my mother added, her eyes gleaming when she looked at me. She returned her attention to the album and turned another page. "How exciting," mum murmured. "It makes me hot to think that my mother could do these things. I'm a little jealous I haven't tried some of this." My mother turned and placed the album on the dressing table. When she turned again to face me, her fingers were at the buttons on her dress. "Shall we have a nice little fuck on my mother's bed?" she asked.

Naked, my mother pulled my socks off. I peeled off my tee-shirt and lay on my back while my mother stretched her warm body over mine and we kissed. She held my hard-on in her hand and stroked it.

"What if someone comes in?" I asked.

"They already have, Robert," my grandmother said from the doorway. "I thought you might get up to something, Clara," gran said to her daughter. "I thought we could have a little talk before you do."

My grandmother entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"What do you mean, mum?" my own mother asked as she rolled off me, her hands covering her breasts modestly.

"You don't have to hide your nakedness from me, Clara," gran said. "I'm your mother after all."

Mum pulled a face, nodding. "Yes, but it feels a bit awkward being naked in front of you after everything. I suppose I'm not fully comfortable with the ... arrangements yet."

"Could you give us a few minutes, Robert," gran said. "I think your mother and I need five minutes alone to talk. Don't worry," she added, raising a hand, palm towards me when she saw the doubt in my expression. "I just want to reassure your mother that everything is all right. That's all, just a mother/daughter chat." My grandmother's head jerked towards the door. "Besides," she continued, "you might want to check on Elaine. She's alone downstairs with the old goat. Who knows what he might get up to."

I left the room still naked. Torn between listening to what they were going to talk about and seeing if my grandfather was up to tricks and trying to seduce Elaine, I lingered just outside the bedroom door out of sight for a minute.

"Are you happy for me to sleep with Robert, Clara?" I heard gran ask.

"Well, if I'm sleeping with dad," my mother replied, 'I can hardly object."

"It's complicated," gran responded. I could see her nodding in my mind's eye. I could picture her face as she peered over the rims of her spectacles looking all serious. "But we're all adults; it doesn't have to be awkward. As long as we all know and accept what we're doing I don't see why we can't go on like this until Robert decides different. After all, I'm getting older and it might get to a point of indecency." She laughed. "Not that it's decent as it is ..." My grandmother paused and chuckled again. "I mean I'm fucking my grandson ... You're fucking your son and your father ... And Robert's fucking us all, well, us women that is."

"Please, mum, it sounds so sordid when you put it like that."

"To anyone outside the family ... and Elaine, it is sordid, Clara. But the fact is we're doing it, all of us. Don't let yourself get caught up in a moral dilemma, darling. It will only make your head hurt. Trust me, after all the fucking I've done – the orgies, the swapping, I've even enjoyed a girly threeway a few times – I've given up on analysing why I do what I do. Your father engineered a lot of it. I was always highly sexed, but he was the one who organised the soirees. He started me off."

At the mention of my grandfather I remembered he was downstairs with Elaine, and though I was curious as to where the conversation might go, I decided to see what was going on on the level below.

I found Elaine with my grandfather's cock in her hand.

Elaine turned her face to me, her eyes going to my semi-erect cock. "He's huge, Robert," Elaine croaked as she stroked the length of the old man. "I thought Sarah was kidding, but he really is big."

"Do you want it?" I asked, as my own dick thickened and swelled.

Elaine swallowed and nodded, looking down at my grandfather's size in her hand.

"Come here," I ordered. Elaine came to me. She dropped my grandfather's impressive dick and walked to me. "You can have him," I whispered in her ear, my hands moving over the contours of Elaine's body. I felt the full swellings of the woman's high, rounded breasts through her sleeveless tee-shirt, and murmured, "You can have him because I say you can. If I don't want you to fuck him, you won't. Do you understand that, Elaine? I'm the top dog, not him." I took hold of her hand and placed it on my cock. "He might be huge but I'm the one you belong to. I'm younger and fitter and I love you."

Elaine gasped and stared at my face. "You love me?"

"Yes. I love my mother and grandmother and you, Elaine. The three of you belong to me."

I had no idea where those words came from. It started as a feeling that I needed to assert myself. I think, instinctively, that I realised I had to impose my will, stamp my authority on the situation before the old man assumed the role of alpha male. He'd had his day, now it was my turn.

"Yes," Elaine murmured, her eyes still on my face. "That's so sexy, Robert. You being so assertive. I'll do anything you ask. If you say I can't fuck that cock, I won't."

"I know," I replied with a low growl, pulling Elaine close, my arm around her waist as I kissed her. "You're mine." I released her and turned her to face the old man who stood anxious and unsure of what was going on. "Take your clothes off, Elaine," I whispered. "Let him see your body. Show him how beautiful you are."

"Fucking hell," my grandfather gasped when Elaine revealed her toned body to his hungry stare. "What a fucking lovely ... Fit as fuck ... Your legs ... Those tits ..."

He made to move towards Elaine, his hands reaching for her. "Wait!" I called. Surprised, the old man stopped in his tracks, his arms still outstretched. Both of them looked at me. "Come to me, Elaine," I said. Elaine walked back to me. I kissed her again and touched her stomach. My hand moved slowly up to cup Elaine's breasts one by one. I kissed her cheek. "Remember, I love you. He can only have you when I say it's OK. If you want to ride his dick you have to ask me first."

"I understand," the woman said, succumbing to me even though she was twenty years my senior. "You love me. He just wants me for sex. Love means more to me, Robert, so I agree." She glanced at my grandfather, his hands by his sides as he looked on, unsure again. "I know he's an old man. And I normally wouldn't entertain the idea ... but that cock, Robert."

"Go," I said and swiped gently at Elaine's bottom. "Go and get it."

"She's mine," I said to my grandfather, my expression challenging. I dared him to contradict me with my stare. "You can have her tonight because I said so. You understand me? My grandmother and my mother I'll share because they want you. They love you too. But her," I pointed to Elaine. "You don't touch her unless she wants you to and I've said you can."

By then Elaine was on her knees cranking at his cock. She licked the big dome of the old man's cock-head and caused my grandfather to moan.

"Thank you, Robert," granddad sighed, his fingers pushing into Elaine's shaggy hair.

I knew I'd won when he said that. I'd bent him to my will. I was the Daddy in spite of being sired by my own grandfather.

I left him groaning while Elaine sucked juicily at that appendage jutting so gruesomely from the old man's groin. Climbing the stairs I wondered which of the other two women I would fuck myself. I thought maybe my mother since gran could join Elaine and the old man downstairs, but when I reached the bedroom door I was greeted by a sight I hadn't anticipated.

"Robert," my mother groaned. "Mother, Robert's back."

"Hello, darling," my grandmother murmured when she lifted her face from her daughter's pussy and looked back at me. "As you can see we're getting on famously." She probed my mother's opening with a forefinger. "We were talking and then suddenly we were kissing. Then I found myself fingering my own daughter's cunny, and one thing led to another." She grinned at me. "You might as well join in. Happy birthday, darling."

Amazed at this totally unforeseen turn of events, stunned by the sight of my grandmother's mouth against her own daughter's sex, I walked, stiff-legged as a robot towards the bed.

"Mum," I gasped. "This is ..." I stared at my mother's face for a few, long moments before I then gazed at my grandmother. The older woman was still dressed, lying on her front between my mother's legs as she looked back at me. "Gran ... You're doing that ... To her ..."

My grandmother rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Is it really such a shock?"

"Yes!" I cried. "It is. I didn't think for a moment that you two would do anything like this."

My mother chuckled, her fingers in her own mother's hair. "You're so funny, Robert. We both sleep with you; we both sleep with my father, why would this be so difficult to conceive?" She turned her mother's face. "Come up here, mum," she breathed. "Kiss your girl."

"Fucking hell," I muttered, unable to comprehend the sight of my mother and grandmother kissing.

Nevertheless I found myself stroking my cock while I looked on. Their kiss was so tender and loving, an act of such intimacy that I almost felt ashamed to watch. But of course I did watch. I saw their tongues flicker over one another, watched my grandmother's fingers massage her daughter's tit-flesh, and I listened to the sound of their soft moans and sighs.

My mother's fingers found the buttons of my grandmother's blouse and nimbly, with their mouths still locked, unfastened each one until the garment gaped open. My grandmother rolled away from my mother's embrace. She stood next to the bed and unzipped her skirt, wriggling her hips so it slid down her thighs and pooled around her feet. Gran kicked the skirt away and slipped out of her underwear.

"You still wear stockings," my mother commented when my grandmother stood there, hands on hips, half-naked with her bra and blouse partially covering her body.

"They always make me feel sexy," my grandmother replied. "I associate them with fucking. Robert will tell you, I always wear them for sex."

"You horny old tart," my mother grinned.

"Yes, darling, gran responded. "And it seems you take after your mother." She eyed my mother's breasts. "In more ways than one," she added.

Gran levered her tits out of her bra and joined my mother on the bed.

The two of them kissed again, my mother's hands hefting her own mother's jugs as though comparing them to hers.

"Come here, Robert," my mother whispered to me. "Come to mummy."

They fell on me immediately, both of them reaching for my cock. My mother sucked me first, her lips smacking off the bulging cock-head while my grandmother squeezed the shaft.

"My turn," gran said, pulling me from between my mother's lips to take me into the warmth of her own mouth.

They swapped back and forth, one sucking at me while the other looked on. My grandmother urged her daughter to suck the plum of my dick into her mouth so that her cheek bulged. Then she licked my cock-head through my mother's cheek, moaning and sighing, her fingers busy between her legs while I felt the pressure of her tongue on my cock.

"Fuck me, darling," gran squealed as she moved between my mother's thighs. She knelt there, resting on her elbows to offer her cunt to me. When I sank into gran my mother cried out that she'd never seen anything so dirty before. That seeing her son fucking her mother was so sexy that she wanted her cunt licked until she came.

My grandmother, moaning and groaning lapped at her daughter's pussy. I could hear her slurping away down there, licking my mother's labia and clit, probing at the woman's opening while I fucked into her from behind.

I grabbed gran's hips and listened to my body slap-slapping against her shivering buttocks. She felt so hot inside, her desire sliding out of her and coating my already slippery cock.

Before long my mother announced her orgasm was imminent. "I'm coming," she groaned, her body tensing.

I pulled out of gran's pussy and clambered around to my mother's head. Taking hold of her hair I roughly turned her face to my dick.

"Suck it," I snarled, all fired up with lust. "Lick your mother's pussy off my cock."

"Robert!" my mother cried, eyes glazed. "That's so fucking dirty." She grinned at me until her eyes rolled and she groaned again. "But so sexy," she gasped before opening her mouth.

"Fuck her," gran ordered with a grunt. She sat with her back against the headboard, her legs wide while she fingered the sloppy folds of her cunt. "Let me watch you fuck my daughter, Robert. Quickly. Fuck her before I come."

My mother reached up her arms in welcome when I settled between her legs. "Kiss me, Robert," she sighed. "Kiss me and love me. Give me your stiff, gorgeous cock."

"Oh that's so bad," my grandmother squealed. I looked at her as I slid my length in and out of my mother's opening. I was up on straight arms, my hips jerking as I thrust into mum. "You're really doing it," gran gasped. "Right there. I can see it. I can see you putting that thing into Clara's cunt." My grandmother gazed at me, her eyes heavy-lidded as her mouth dropped open. "She grunted and mauled at one of her tits, the flesh rolling through her fingers. "I'm fucking coming. Watching my daughter get fucked by her son ... Oh ... Oh, I'm coming ..."

My grandmother sighed and gasped, her thighs clamping against her wrist as she juddered and rolled onto her side.

I slid out of my mother while we both watched gran's orgasm overwhelm her.

"Where's my father?" mum asked suddenly. She sat upright, her breasts swaying when she moved. "What was going on downstairs when you went down, Robert?"

"I left them with granddad's cock in Elaine's mouth," I replied.

My grandmother opened her eyes. Still panting from her orgasm she said, "I want to watch that too." She looked at me and then regarded my mother. "We should all just bow to the inevitable," she said, chest heaving, eyes sparkling. "It's going to be an orgy." Gran grinned at me. "Happy birthday, eh, Robert?"

"What do you think, mum?" I asked, concerned about any residual jealousy she may have over Elaine.

My mother shrugged. "Let's just go and get messy," she said. "As long as you can stand to see your granddad with me and your gran."

"We've got an agreement," I replied. "Me and the old man understand each other. I'll share you with him – both of you, you and gran, but he's not fucking Elaine whenever the randy old bastard feels like it. He has to ask me first." I pointed my own chest. "I'm the top dog around here," I said.




Granny's Dirty Photographs Ch. 07



"Good for you," gran responded. "He's always been too arrogant. You tell him, Robert. Put him in his place."

I climbed off the bed and my mother followed. I led mum by the hand along the landing and down the stairs.

"I'll be there in a minute," gran called. "I just want to change."

I knew she'd be squeezing her ample torso into a corset in order to feel confident about her body image, and because it made her feel sexy. I wondered if it would be a pink one.

When I led my mother into the lounge, Elaine was on her back on the sofa with her legs wide while granddad heaved and jerked over her body. I could see the woman stretched all scarlet and tight around granddad's girth, her pussy bulging around his outstroke.

"Robert!" Elaine cried when she saw us over granddad's shoulder. "Clara!"

My grandfather paused, looking back at me and my mother as we stood hand-in-hand.

"Get off her, dad," my mother said. I thought there was trouble brewing when my mother broke free of my hand. I needn't have been concerned however, for when granddad slid the awful length out of Elaine my mother crouched down and took him into her mouth. "I'm going to suck her off your cock, dad," she mumbled, "and then you and Robert are going to sit and watch me lick her pussy."

"Clara," Elaine gasped when my mother's fingertips spread the folds of her pussy. Mum slowly ran her tongue from the crease between Elaine's buttocks up to her clit.

"She loves having her arse licked, mum," I called out from my position on a chair opposite. I jacked at my cock and watched Elaine's face while my mother ducked her head and dabbed her tongue at the stain of Elaine's puckered ring.

"So do I," my mother then called back. She wriggled her hips. "Will one of you lick my arse and then fuck me," she added with her hips upthrust in anticipation.

"All yours," I said with a graceful sweep of my arm. "Go and fuck your daughter."

My grandmother walked in, wearing the pink corset as I'd hoped, to find her husband balls deep in their daughter while Elaine was bouncing on my cock, her nipple in my mouth while I held her buttocks in my hands and fucked up into her downstroke.

"Oh my God!" she cried. "It's an orgy!"

Gran went from Elaine to me to her daughter and then to her husband. She kissed each of us, murmuring words of love as she went. When gran had finished her rounds she sat in another chair and rubbed her sex with the flat of her fingers. I saw her vulva mushing against her digits, lust dribbling out of her as she stared all heavy-eyed and slack-jawed at the debauchery around her.

Elaine leaned down to kiss me, her breath panting into my mouth while we rutted against each other.

"I'm going to come," I groaned, heavily. "Elaine, baby ..."

My semen pumped out of me to swamp the woman's insides. Elaine rolled off me and lay on the carpet, her fingers squelching at her sex while I staggered across to my grandmother, grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs.

Gran yelped and laughed as I positioned her limbs to suit me. Then she groaned when I slid my cock, greasy with Elaine's desire and oozing spunk, into her pussy, her legs hooked over my arms.

"This is the best birthday ever," I sighed.

"It's your mother's birthday soon," gran smirked. "We should have a family gathering."

"What will you wear?" I asked, grunting as her body closed around my shaft and her feet began to wave in the air when I thrust into her.

"What I usually wear when I get fucked," she replied.

And then we fell to it; me slamming deep and hard into my grandmother the way I knew she liked it when she was in such a dirty mood.

She came quickly, her fingers helping her along the way while I probed and stabbed at her with my cock.

When I climbed off my grandmother I turned to see my grandfather stirring my porridge inside Elaine with his big spoon. My mother sat next to them, her hands on Elaine's breasts while she kissed granddad first and then Elaine straight after.

The old man juddered and grunted. "I'm fucking coming," he bellowed.

He pressed deep into Elaine as he squirted the hot stuff into her. Fuck knows how far inside Elaine his cock-head was, but I had a vision of him pumping his seed right into her womb. In my head I saw Elaine all swollen with a child in her belly, and I had to bite down on the corrosive jealousy that swelled in my mouth.

A slide of creamy jizm dribbled out of Elaine when my granddad withdrew. My mother went for the old man's cock first, sucking at him and commenting about Elaine's essence smearing the shaft before she moved to the other woman and lapped at my and her father's spunk.

The old man grinned when he saw my mother licking the goo from Elaine's pussy. "I reckon Elaine's part of the family properly now. What do you say? Shall we make her an honorary sister for Carla?"

After that initial orgy we all sat around and enjoyed a few drinks. As I sipped at a beer I studied the people around me, all naked except for my grandmother in her bordello outfit. My mother and Elaine sat side-by-side on the sofa. They were even holding hands, laughing together as they shared some private joke. My grandmother sat in granddad's lap, her legs crossed over the chair arm while she draped an arm around the old man's shoulder.

As I watched I saw granddad slowly caressing my grandmother's breasts. I could see she was aroused by the way her long nipples stiffened and the saucers of her areola puckered. Soon they were kissing, and not long after that, when gran slid off the old man's lap I could see he was all fired up again.

I joined my mother and Elaine on the sofa. Each of the girls with a leg draped over me, my fingers working at their pussies while my mother tugged my cock.

My grandmother straddled granddad's legs and, facing us, took hold of his dick and eased herself down onto it. I came suddenly, the sight of gran's meaty flaps sliding over granddad's big cock proving too much for me to take. My mother went across and fondled her own mother's breasts, sucking gran's teats while the woman bounced vigorously up and down, her arse slapping against the man's body beneath her.

My jizm slid over mum's wrist while she held her mother's tit-flesh in her hands.

"This is so bloody weird," Elaine mumbled, looking at me through half-closed eyes, her pussy wet and squelching under her busy fingers. "It's so fucking dirty, all of you fucking each other. I can't believe I'm here. I can't believe I'm watching this."

"You're one of us now, Elaine," I replied, moving close to her so I could kiss her while she came. "You're like a second mother to me. I love you."

And it had all come about because I'd snooped and found granny's dirty photographs.

Post script.

OK, so there it is – done. I don't know what combinations of fucking I can get out of this line-up of characters. All I can suggest is I invent a twin sister for Robert who's maybe serving in the military in Afghanistan or somewhere – hence the prolonged absence; or perhaps a family of cousins could come to visit with aunty and uncle?

Whatever, I'm going to hold off on this series for a while. It's been fun but it does get a little weary for me. Still, never say never. Suggestions are welcome as long as you bear in mind there are no guarantees I'll follow up on this series. 

Thanks for the ride. If it wasn't for the comments and encouragement from the first scene I never would have bothered with a second chapter. There have been some great emails with suggestions as to how this series could have developed. Thanks to those who emailed, I think I've replied/responded to them all. Some suggestions I managed to incorporate into the scenes, others didn't get to me in time – mainly because I banged (no pun) them out at a rapid rate; they virtually followed one after the other except when I had a paying project on the go. Other times, because I don't have 24 hour internet access where I am at the moment, I didn't receive the email until it was too late.

Someone made a comment after chapter 5, I think it was. Whoever it was left a Public Comment that the story was getting strange and they wouldn't be reading subsequent submissions. All I can say is one man's meat is another man's poison. If it got weird for you and you're reading this ... well, tough shit really; I can't please all of the people all of the time, and to say it was getting strange doesn't really tell me why it was getting strange. Feedback is one way of telling me in what way you enjoyed or didn't enjoy the piece. If you don't expand then I don't know what the problem is.

I had a message from someone who, although under different circumstances to the one I detailed in this series, had a relationship with his mother, also named Sarah. The scene outlined in that email will pop up soon in my writings, and I'll be emailing the person concerned when I start.

I hope you enjoyed this piece; and that you read and enjoyed the earlier chapters. I appreciate the number of votes and favourites, and I enjoyed the feedback ... Well, most of it.

I'm in the Survivor Contest again this year, which means I need to submit scenes to as many of Lit's categories as I can. So, with that in mind, if you have a suggestion then let me know. I can't promise I'll write you a tailor-made story, but since I'm bumming around with not much to do at the moment, I might just do it. 5000 words takes a day or so, sometimes a lot less if I'm on a roll. What I'm saying is, if you have a gay male or fetish or ... *gasp* loving wives idea (and if it's LW make it as bad as you can – don't expect a high score but the feedback is fucking hilarious), then let me know.

Right, enough BS from me.

Thanks again for reading. It truly does mean a lot.

GA – Langkawi, Malaysia – 17th of January 2013.



Granny's Dirty Photographs



"Guh ...God, guh ... Gran ... yes," I managed to stutter.

She walked closer to me and, with a soft murmur of endearment, touched her pink-painted lips to my mouth. I felt the taut struts of her corset under my palms when my hands went to her waist automatically. Her tongue slid into my mouth while we shared that soft, oh-so-intimate first kiss. 

"I waited for you to come back, Robert," my grandmother murmured when we parted. "When we almost kissed, downstairs, in the kitchen, I waited for you to come back. I've been thinking about you pulling your cock while you looked at my photos, and I decided I wanted to see the real thing. Will you do it for me, darling?" she whispered, her breath wafting across my face while her eyes searched mine intently and she ran a hand over the bulge in my jeans. "Will you show me?"

"Gran ..." I groaned, my eyes taking in the sight of her breasts bulging over the cups of the corset, the nipples long and thick in the saucers of their areola. "Fuck ..." I muttered, shaking my head. "I can't believe it ..."

"Believe it, Robert," the woman crooned. Then, seemingly a little unsure in herself now she'd sprung her surprise, she said, "Do you like me dressed like this for you? Do you like your gran dressed up for her lovely grandson?"

"Yes," I hissed. "Shit, yes! You're fantastic. I ..." I swallowed heavily as I continued to drink in the image of my grandmother in a pink corset, pink is her thing, dark stockings and those incredible shoes; I even found her spectacles erotic. "Gran ... Can I ... can I touch you?"

She laughed and stepped back a pace. Posing, with one hand against a cocked hip, she pouted and said, "Of course you can, darling. I hope we can do more than that." She chewed her bottom lip and looked me with a glint in her eye. "Would you like me to touch your cock, Robert?" she asked. "Would you like it if I sucked it?"

"Gran," I groaned again. "Really? You mean ..."

"We can do it, darling. Everything you want. I haven't had a man for a long time. I'm so fucking aroused, my dear, sweet boy." 

I gasped with the shock of hearing the expletive coming from my grandmother's mouth. As mad as it was, even seeing my own grandmother dressed for sex couldn't compare with the shock of that word on her lips. And then it got worse – worse for the better if you know what I mean.

"Touch me, Robert," the woman whispered, her tongue pushing into my mouth for a quick, hungry kiss. "I'm so wet, darling. Feel me."

"Oh my God!" I cried when, after grabbing my wrist, my grandmother wedged my hand between her legs. My fingers found her slick and hot. "And you're all smooth," I yelped when I realised the thick pubic bush she'd sported in the pictures was gone.

Gran gave a low, dark chuckle as she rubbed her slippery vulva against my fingers. "I told you I'd changed since those photos, Robert. I was so hairy back then ... But how do you like me now?"

"I ... I can't describe it, Gran."

She came closer to me again and we shared another lingering kiss. Before our lips touched, and before my hands went up to test the weight of her breasts, my grandmother said, "Then don't try to describe it, Robert. Show me. Kiss me and then take off your clothes. Show me what a big lad you've grown into."

Her fingers had already unbuttoned my jeans when, a little reluctant to break the soft pressure of her lips on mine, we eventually moved apart. I kicked off my training shoes and yanked my jeans to my shins, taking the boxer shorts beneath with them. There was a brief flurry of thrashing legs and a couple of muttered curses when my jeans refused to yield to my efforts to be free of them, but I eventually stood in front of my grandmother, hugely erect with excitement, and peeled my tee-shirt over my head.

"Oh my," gran sighed, eyes fixed on my cock. "My oh my." She looked into my eyes, her face split by a wide grin. "We're going to have such fun," she said. "Together, the two of us. Oh, Robert, I'm going to enjoy you."

"Gran," I groaned when she stepped forward quickly and grabbed my jutting dick. I was incapable of further speech. There wasn't room inside my head for any thoughts other than this woman, my grandmother, so sexy in her pink corset and accoutrements with her fingers clamped around my girth.

I looked down to where she held me and dimly noticed the rings on her fingers as she fisted my length with a backhand grip.

"Show me, darling," my grandmother sighed. "Sit next to me on the bed and show me how you touched yourself when you looked at my photographs."

The mattress dipped when we both settled against its edge. Gran released my cock and urged me to take up where she'd left off. Soon enough I held myself in my fist and stroked my cock.

Lust flared hot and deep inside me. I wanted her, all of her, I wanted to throw her on the bed and devour her. "Gran," I groaned, my fist moving faster. "I want to kiss you again. Please, I have to kiss your ... your boobs. I ... I want to lick you ... down there, between your legs." Even as the passion burned bright and my cock swelled with desire I, for some insane reason, couldn't bring myself to utter the words. I wanted to say tits and cunt, but it somehow seemed wrong and dirty in my grandmother's presence.

It came as a shock to hear that gran had no such qualms. It quickly became apparent that, when in the grip of sexual fervour, my normally staid and modest grandmother could spit obscenities like a sailor on shore leave.

"Wank your big cock and suck my tits," she growled, hefting her breasts in her palms to offer her teats to me. "Come for me. Let me see your lovely cock squirt spunk. Show me how fucking horny you are, Robert. I want to see how much I turn you on." I sucked and slurped at my grandmother's long nipples, my hand moving up and down my length while I moaned against her tit-flesh. "That's it, darling," she sighed, grinning with delight when she looked into my face. 

We kissed again, our tongues sliding and writhing over and over. My grandmother held my face in her hands, her body angled towards mine as we perched on the edge of her bed. She sucked at my tongue with such ardour that I thought she'd tear it out by the root before finally breaking away from me with a gasp.

"I want to do it," she said, the words mashed between her gritted teeth. "Let me pull you. Come for me, Robert."

'I'm gonna do it, Gran," I grunted. "Harder," I urged. "Pull it harder, Gran. I'm close ... so fucking close ..."

I leaned in over my grandmother's busy forearm and sucked her tits again. I heard her give a shriek of surprise and delight when the stuff squirted out of me. Spurts of semen jetted indiscriminately from my cock, thick gouts of goo that flicked across my grandmother's skin and lingerie while she continued to milk me dry.

I felt a splash of the stuff on my cheek. "I'm coming," I grunted, entirely unnecessarily considering there were dollops of spunk all up gran's forearm and splashed across her pink corset. Out of the corner of one eye I watched as a silver thread of trembling jizm dangled from her breast, the febrile strand breaking to plop against one stocking.

"So you are!" Gran cried in delight. "Just look at how much lovely spunk poured out of you."

"Gran," I gasped as she slowly squeezed the final ooze from the end of my cock. When I looked into her face I could see that I'd come so forcefully that one lens of my grandmother's spectacles was opaque with a stray dollop of spunk that had flicked against it. "That was ..." I shook my head, staring at the woman who'd given me such an intense, toe-curling orgasm. "Gran, it was incredible. I love you, Gran," I blurted. "Are we going to do this again?"

"Later," the woman said before she leaned close into me and licked the ooze from my cheek. She pushed a hand against my shoulder. "We'll talk later, Robert. But right now I just want to enjoy you. I haven't come yet," she reminded me. "I'm so fucking turned on ..." I fell back into the bed's embrace as my grandmother removed her smeared glasses and placed them on the small chest of drawers next to the bed. Next she shifted her position, resting her torso against my thighs, her tits squashed against my leg. "I'm going to clean you up," she told me. "And then I want you to lick my cunt. Kiss me down there until I come, Robert." I groaned when my grandmother lifted my semi-erect penis and slurped at the spunk dribbling out of it. "Then, when you're big and hard, darling, when you're lovely and stiff ... then we can fuck."

"Say that word again, Gran. It just doesn't sound like you. Say it again, please."

My grandmother squeezed my balls and sucked my cock deep between concave lips. She let my penis plop from her mouth and looked at me from where she lay resting on one crooked elbow. "Which word, Robert?" she grinned. "Fuck? Is that what you want to hear? Do you want me to ask you to fuck me?"

"The other one, Gran," I gasped. "Cunt. Say that word again."

"Oh," the woman said. "That word." She shifted her position on the bed, suddenly rolling and rising upright in one movement. I saw her tits swing as she moved before her leg came up over my face. "There," Gran chuckled. "Can you see it, Robert? Can you see my cunt?"

In that classic position, the 69, I could clearly see the thick meaty flaps dangling between her legs. My grandmother's sex pouted with slick arousal, her labia glistening.

"Yes," I muttered. "I can see it. Gran ... it looks so good."

My grandmother chuckled again. "Have you ever seen a cunt like it, Robert? Take a good look at me. I want you to kiss it. Suck my clit and push your tongue inside me. Taste me, Robert. Taste your granny's nasty cunt."

The filth poured from her mouth, a torrent of obscenity that had me gasping in disbelief and lust.

I splayed the woman's flaps with my fingers and felt her lower her body to my face. "Gran," I sighed, "I've never done this before."

"You mean you've never licked a woman before, Robert?" gran asked.

Working on instinct and from what I'd seen in porn, I dabbed at the shiny pink nub of flesh peeping from under its cloak at the apex of gran's slit. Slurping at her sex, I probed deep into my grandmother's opening before I pulled my head away and told her I'd never been intimate with any woman before.

"You're a virgin?" she cried, immediately lifting her body from my face. "Oh my God, Robert. You mean I'm your first?"

"Yes," I replied, nodding and feeling a little ashamed.

"That's wonderful, darling," my grandmother said with exuberance, her eyes glistening as she looked down at me. "I'll try to make it special for you, you lovely boy."

"You already are, Gran," I groaned as I lifted my head to suckle at her teats.

We kissed again, slowly, a lover's kiss filled with meaning.

"I love you, Gran," I murmured into her open mouth. "I love you differently now to how I did a couple of weeks ago. It's different now somehow."

A single tear slid down my grandmother's cheek as she stared at me. "I know what you mean, Robert," she replied. "Soon we'll be lovers, darling. Properly." The woman then reclined against the mattress. Lying there she opened her legs and offered herself to me. "First though, Robert, please, my love, please get between my legs and keep licking me. I want to come for you before we do it."

So, again using porn and instinct and some occasionally urgent guidance from my grandmother, I slobbered and sucked and fingered at her intimate folds until, with a bestial grunt and thrashing of limbs, I brought my grandmother to a noisy climax.

"Kiss me, Robert," gran gasped as she sat up and mauled at her breasts with both hands. Her fingers pulled at her long nipples while she sat there, eyes glazed and heavy-lidded with post-orgasmic delight.

I knelt over my grandmother's body and leaned in to kiss her. My cock, at full-blooded, pulsing tumescence brushed across her corset while the woman groaned and sighed onto my tongue.

"Are we going to do it now?" I asked, suddenly awed by the moment.

"Do you want to?" gran replied, her eyes locked on mine as she examined my face for any sign of doubt.

I swallowed heavily and, looking at her comfortable body – the big tits, wide hips and finely shaped legs – I nodded. "Yes please," I murmured.

"Robert," the woman said in a serious tone. She hefted herself up onto her elbows and then rolled onto her side to face me. "Come down here," she instructed, patting the bed. "Come down so we're on the same level." When I'd settled on the bed in a similar pose, one elbow on the bed and my head resting on one fist, gran continued. "You know what we're doing, Robert, don't you? We've already gone too far. I mean you're my grandson ... Quite simply, Robert, we really shouldn't be doing this at all. Just stop for a moment and think ... What would your mother say if she saw us?"

And that was when her demeanour changed. At her mention of my mother, her own daughter, my grandmother abruptly changed tack. No longer the enthusiastic seductress, she went cold on me.

"We ..." she began, and then paused and chewed her lip, brow furrowed. She shook her head, correcting herself. "... I got carried away. I allowed my own moral corruption to taint you, my lovely boy. I shouldn't have let things get to this stage. What was I thinking? My own grandson ... As it is we've done some wicked things together, things that just shouldn't occur between grandmother and grandson.

"Look at me. I'm dressed like a whore. I'm smeared with semen and I've even had your penis in my mouth. I've used such obscene language in the heat of the moment. My God, I've even coerced you into licking me!

"Incest, Robert. That's what it is. And if anyone in our family ever found out about it, why, I shudder to think of the repercussions, the disgust on their faces. Nobody would understand; I barely understand it myself, and I'm right in the middle, if not the cause, of it."

An expression of such anguish twisted my grandmother's face just then, and I reached out to touch her shoulder.

"No, Robert," gran said as she shrank from my touch. "Don't touch me. We can't go on. I'm so sorry. I've led you on and I feel terrible about it. You should find yourself a girl, one your own age and to whom you have no familial ties. I'm sorry, darling, but this just can't happen."

Stunned by this abrupt shift in events, shocked by the way in which my grandmother appeared to have talked herself out of her earlier burning desire for me, I reached for her again, this time grabbing her shoulder.

"Please, Gran," I begged. "In don't care about anything else. Nobody will know, nobody has to know anything. We can do it ... I want to do it." Leaning in with the intention of kissing her mouth, I murmured, "Please, be my first."

"No," she gasped, pulling back from my mouth. For long seconds I watched in hope, my heart fluttering in my chest like a tiny bird inside the cage of my ribs. I saw her struggle with some huge conflict inside herself, and, for a moment I thought she would succumb and open her legs to me.

Instead a huge boulder crushed me under its weight of disappointment.

"No, Robert," my grandmother whispered, seemingly aghast at what had passed between us. "It's going too far. I ... we can't."

She rolled away from me and, grabbing her towelling bathrobe from behind the bedroom door, fled to the bathroom.

What the hell had happened? One moment it seemed I'd been on the cusp of sliding my hard-on into my grandmother's slippery opening, and the next I found myself alone on her bed while she hid away in the bathroom.

I refused to accept the situation; I wouldn't accept what she'd said without a fight.

Moving out of gran's bedroom I made for the bathroom door.

"Gran?" I said, knocking. "Come out. We've got to talk about this. I'll go crazy if we don't get it cleared up. Like you said, Gran, we've already gone too far." I decided to use her own argument against her. "If anyone found out what we'd already done they'd be shocked, so why not just carry on?"

"No Robert," came the emphatic response from the other side of the door. "I'm sorry, but I want you leave now. Get out of my house. Forget today ever happened." I heard her scoff out a brittle, bitter laugh. "We'll never refer to today's events, Robert. Not ever. Now go. Please. Get out and leave me alone."

I stepped back from the door. "OK," I snapped, nodding at the panelled facade. "Fine. I'll leave. Bye, Gran," I said indignantly. 

I made out I was dressing in her bedroom, going as far as to stamp downstairs to kitchen. "I'm going," I called upstairs, and when no reply was forthcoming, slammed the back door.

Fifteen minutes later, after I'd crept back up the stairs to gran's bedroom, she emerged from the bathroom.

"Robert," she gasped when she saw me, naked and erect, her photos spread across the bed.

"This is what I did, Gran," I moaned as I pumped my fist up and down my length. "I wanked my dick and imagined what it would be like to fuck you." I closed my eyes, wincing at the pleasure as I stroked myself. "I wanted to kiss you and have you suck my cock," I sighed, staring at my grandmother's slack-jawed face. "I wanted to lick your cunt and suck your tits ... And, Gran, I've done all that. We've kissed; I've touched you; I've licked your pussy and you've tasted my spunk. The only thing left is to fuck." I stared at her, imploring her with my eyes. "I want you to be my first, Gran. I love you."

The robe slipped from her shoulders as my grandmother murmured, "Oh, Robert, you beautiful young man. Do you really want me so much?"

"Yes," I hissed. "For fuck's sake look at me!" I waggled my erection in my fist. "I'm hard for you, Gran. I fucking want you."

She came to me at a near run, clambering onto the bed with a huge grin on her face. "Let's do it, darling," my grandmother bubbled urgently. "Let's fuck together. We can talk about the future later. I'll make us a nice dinner; we could have wine and we can talk. I want you stay here tonight, Robert. We can talk and ... and make love, and just be together. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Gran," I said, nodding. "I'd love to do that."

She fell on me, all lips and teeth and soft breasts, fingers around my cock as we kissed and tumbled together. Our first coupling, my first fuck, was a rabid joining. I plunged into my grandmother's body and felt her open as my cock drilled deep into her body. She gasped and stared at me with wonder in her eyes, her mouth a large O. Frantically I went at her, probing and thrusting, determined to make her love me as I loved her. We kissed, biting each other's lips, her fingernails gauging welts into my back, thighs and buttocks. My grandmother clung to me, her arms tight around my torso while her calves gripped around my waist and she held me deep inside her body while I juddered and grunted and squirted my seed into her.

"Oh my God!" the woman gasped when, on a slide of goo, I eased my length out of her and she fingered her spunk-smeared sex and rubbed her clitoris. "That was gorgeous, darling boy," my grandmother grunted, fucking two stiff fingers into her squelching opening. "I'm going to come. Watch me come. Oh, fuck ... it feels so good."

We fucked again an hour later. This time, unable to resist the urge to touch my grandmother's body, I snuck up behind her as she stood at the kitchen counter peeling vegetables. I lifted her skirt, despite her blurt of protest that Elaine might call in unannounced, and slid my hard-on into her from behind. My grandmother dropped the knife onto the countertop and gripped the edge with both hands. She thrust her hips back at me and urged me to drill deep. I found her breasts, freeing their heavy weight by loosening a few buttons of gran's blouse and levering them over her bra.




Granny's Dirty Photographs



"You're insatiable," my grandmother panted as she rubbed herself between her legs. "I forgot how ardent young men can be. But this is so dangerous," she groaned, her hair spilling from its fastenings and falling over her face as her head lolled forward. "If Elaine comes in ..."

"I'll fuck her too," I grunted, holding my grandmother's hips and corkscrewing my dick into her. "I've always fancied Elaine. I'd love to fuck her."

"Oh my God," gran gasped. "I'm coming. That's getting me there, Robert. You and me and Elaine ..."

I must admit that the idea had me squirting spunk into my grandmother's body.

And what's more I'm determined to somehow make it happen.