I found this story in my mom’s computer when I was in High School. I never mentioned it to her but over the years, I confirmed a few of the details so… I don’t think this was a lie at all, but more of a confession, don’t judge her, I didnt.
My grandma passed away and after 50 years with my grandpa, he had never known anything but her. So when grandpa began showing signs of dementia we knew someone had to move in with him because he was going to need someone to help him as his condition progressed. It was 1975 and I was a college student at that time, which meant I had little to no money. I went to class and studied- so I had very little time for a real job.
My dad asked me to take care of his father in exchange for room and board through college, and because my grandparents house was a short walk from campus anyway, it all worked out. I moved my stuff in immediately and since most of the rooms had been filled with antiques or furniture, I took the most empty of the rooms and it also happened to be the room adjacent to grandpa’s.
Almost instantly after I moved in I had problems with him keeping his hands to himself. Since I was little, everyone always commented how I looked like my grandma, especially my grandpa. My mom sometimes glared at me when i would give her an angry stare, she would make comments like, “God you look like my mother in law when you do that, stop.” Or She would scoff and roll her eyes at me, my resemblance of an young Maude Devereaux was enough to make her sick and it didn’t help I was also named after her.
When I first moved in with my grandfather his dementia didn’t seem too bad during the day. But by the first evening it was apparent he lost his memory as the days grew into nights. By morning It was just double reminding him to turn things on or off. Or occasionally he would get lost if he wasn’t accompanied on longer outtings, but he could still get to the barber and grocery store fine, cook and clean. This went on until his slighted memory became full on black outs where he couldn’t remember anything seemingly past a certain time of day. It would start at his name, where he was, and then he would get sexually aroused, press his hard on into me as I would bend over to take out the trash or take something out of the dryer. He would grab my breasts from behind and try to mount me like a horny teen as I did dishes, all the while saying dirty things, “Come on take my dick… You know you want me to fill your cunt” as I would remind him I was his granddaughter, he would giggle and state how he loved to role play, it was quite nasty and warding off his advances got harder to do the longer I stayed.
This flirty touch playfulness progressed rapidly through the first month by the second week his handsy groping went from harmless and correctable to him being very sexually aggressive. These advances also increased in frequency. He would neby running his hand up and down my body as I would help him to bed or in and out of the car, then it went to more sexually charged touching like pinching my nipples, and waking me up kissing my breasts or trying to go down on me. Then he finally did it.
It was the night after He woke me up rubbing his dick on my lips and when I opened my eyes he tried to stuff his bulbous head in my mouth. I didn’t want to hurt him so I admit I opened my mouth and let him pump in and out as I curled my lips around my teeth. I wasn’t sure what else to do. I laid there as he face fucked me and all I could think of was how huge his dick was. Not that it was wrong or that he was my grandpa but that his prick was huge and engorged at his age and his stamina was that of a young guy. He came inside my mouth, and yeah, I swallowed it all. He was finished and he let out a loud wailing sound of pleasure. I was certain he would pull his cock out of my mouth and gasp in horror.. but he was so pleased and happy. He smacked my mouth with his cock and said ” Good girl Maude” and walked out of my room. The entire next morning I was wondering if he remembered what happened but he let not a single inkling of what happen be spoken. If he remembered, he didn’t seem to want to discuss it. So I just let the day go by and acted like nothing had happened. It was the night right after this incident he took my virginity, and Admittedly Now, halfway through, I decided I would let him…. not only just then but whenever he wanted.
I had taken a shower and curled up in my terry cloth robe in the over stuffed chair in the family room. Before this, I noticed My grandfather was asleep on his bed as I passed his door and made my way to my room. He was naked and I blushed when I saw he had a giant erect penis churning out precum, tensed balls, and a massive purple head protruding from between his still muscular legs. It was just so big I had to stare for a second, again I admit now I enjoyed the night before. I had never been treated like that and I was a virgin so, I was secretly very excited about the events as they happened. After I stared at his throbbing fuck stick for a while, I pulled his door nearly closed making a creaky kind of wail. I hurried to the family room plopped into the huge chair, grabbed a book to begin to study, but after I began to think about what I just stared at I fell asleep rubbing my pussy.
I jolted awake when I felt something rub my lips, my eyes shot open. My breasts were out and my grandpa was fondling them my hand was still on my genitals and he began inserting the bulb if his cock into my mouth. I sheepishly smiled and “tried to deny him”… But he pressed forward and I opened my mouth wide as he took one hand from my breast and put it behind my head and began to fuck my face again with his salty precum soaked prick. He held my head onto his shaft and fucked hard into my throat nearly separating my jaw. “Yeahhh take my cock you whore,” he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I gasped. He pulled my legs back and slid deeply into me as he picked me up at the waist and slipped me onto his cock all the way down to his balls. I screamed loudly and he loved it, “Yeahh Maude scream, you know i love it when you fight me” I tried to squirm and he used my thighs as leverage and nearly turned me upside down as he drilled my pussy. His gigantic cock instantly fucked the virgin out of me. I went silent and the sounds of his grunting, and his balls slapping into me filled the air. He was massive in girth and after the first half dozen pumps the thought of how awesome his prick felt outweighed my senses. I fought for a moment but instead of fighting him, I just….let him enjoy fucking me. I know that once I got passed who was fucking me, I enjoyed it, and he was definitely having fun. It only took a moment to rationalize, no one would know but me. He would not remember a thing and I would still be his sweet granddaughter during the day but, he could pump me full of his prick juice each night. I could lie and say I had never been with a man, this of course would have no emotional attachments and I could trust he wasn’t going to give me anything. These thoughts had me widening my legs and assisting him with my bodies motions. My grandpa during the day and as he fucked me… I’m not ashamed to say I called him by his sir name Mr Jenkins or George as he preferred I call him as he emptied out his throbbing sack instead my gash. He didn’t even try to pull out nor did I want him to as we paused and left our pelvis’s meshed together as both of our groins pulsated with pleasure. When he finally did pull out a massive flood of his seed washed down my legs and I could hardly walk but enjoyed how I felt.
I immediately made an appointment for birth control. I knew I wasnt going to get him to pull his cock out in time and explaining a baby as a self proclaimed virgin would harbor too many questions. So I merrily took my pills and allowed my grandpa to fuck me almost daily for 7 years. I would like to say that he didn’t know that I was his granddaughter except one day after the first time we tried anal he looked at me and said “Man you feel just like your grandma did inside and out.” And he looked at me with a smile and winked, “don’t ever tell anyone what we do here they wouldn’t understand.” And it was then that I knew, that he knew, exactly who I was at least some of the time. He might not always know, but he definitely engaged in several sexual encounters with me, knowing exactly who I was, and had not mistaken me for his wife every time.
Anal became my favorite sexual act over time. He always stuck one finger in my ass until one day I slipped the head of his huge prick inside and felt the horrible sensation of him sodomizing me. But then he reached around and began to play with my pussy and it was then I realized, I was a total anal slut. He could fuck my ass so hard and while my lust for this act took me to several back alley hook ups where someone my age would pump a quick load into my ass hole, my grandpa was the best at drilling my pucked hole like no one else could.
I began using his cock like he would use my mouth, as he slept. I would see his cock hard and throbbing as he slept and take a ride. I would go take a shower, perform an enema, jelly up my asshole and go sit on grandpa’s lap. No one knows but the day he died, we were in the middle of a session. He had his cock balls deep and I was riding him like a stallion. He smashed his cock into my asshole for forty minutes. He came so hard he had a heart attack. He remained hard for quite some time so I finished riding him, wiped his dick and called the coroner. No one ever found out. Everyone thanked me for helping him and as a gift, they gave me the house.
My husband passed away last fall and my dad is starting to develop dementia. I really cant wait to move him into my house. I hope we can share the same special bond his dad and I did. I’ll be honest, Ive seen his dick and its bigger than my grandpa’s, so I just can’t wait until the first time I find the perfect moment to mount that huge dick. Maybe while he sleeps? Who knows, perhaps he will make the first move. Either way,
I’m already back on the pill.