My previous chum Michael and I ( Kevin ) have been raised by our granny since we were piddling. Our father was never in the picture and our mother had a serious drug job that eventually lead to her losing custody of us. Honestly leaving her was for the in force, but moving in with grandma was only a slight improvement.

It seemed the apple didn't capitulation far from the tree diagram with her and our mother. She gave birth to our mom Cy Young, and our mom had us Young, so she found herself a grandmother of two before her 35th natal day. Just like with us, our female parent never had a father around, so we never had a granddaddy. grandmother hadn't wanted to be a mother in the get-go position, and now didn't really like having to take care of us ( which she let us know, daily ). But when we were sent to inhabit with her she reluctantly agreed, mainly for the regime aid.

She wasn't like other grandparents, first of all she's much untried, and prettier than nigh, but she also isn't warm or caring. She smokes and potable heavily, and undoubtedly uses drugs. She hasn't been in a relationship with a man in the 10 age we've been living with her, but we've seen many come and go. She has a humble 2 chamber plate where the room Michael and I share is proper following to hers, and it's never bothered her to have got flashy sex within earshot of us. This was probably lupus erythematosus of a worry when we were 5 and 6, but now that we're teenager it's far more obtrusive. After puberty hit me, I spent to a greater extent than one night masturbating in the darkness, peering through cracked room access as I watched her getting fucked by some random guy.

But the forged part was that on top of her confutative parenting alternative, she was also incredibly strict, to the dot of abusive. We grew up being hit by her constantly and for the most minuscule offenses. Wetting the bed, spilling a cup of body of water, or even just basic childhood misbehavior like talking back or crying because we didn't get something. I'm not saying we were thoroughgoing kids, but the penalisation didn't really fit the crimes ! She'd say matter like

"If you're going to be with me you're going to honor me !"or

"I will not sustain you turn out like your female parent !"

"It's not my job to love you, just continue you alive !"

Who knows, maybe she has good intentions, but it has never felt like it. Michael and I regularly complained to one another, and talked about running away or telling someone, in particular, our mixer worker, Nicole.

We were technically foster fry to our grandmother. And as such we had a social worker who was required to check up on us. We always kept our back talk shut about being mistreated, mainly our of care, but also because we wanted a reward. Our nanna usually started being really nice the workweek leading up to the visit, taking us to a theme park, and out for ice-cream, that way when Nicole would ask what we've been up to, those were the offset things that came to mind. The overnice handling usually lasted a for a few days afterwards too, because Nicole would always break us her carte again and remind us that if anything is bothering us to phone her, so grandma tried to hold on the pasquinade going while that was overbold in our minds.

We had a visit coming up and Michael had a bruised and swollen cheek from my grandmother. She had told him to get hold of the trash out and he didn't do it fast enough so she hit him with a shoe. This was just a week before the visit so he was determined to say something this metre. Grandma took us to the movies and out to eat and shopping in the days leading up to the sojourn, but Michael wasn't having any of it, he made it visibly obvious that these little bribe were not going to carry him, he told me a dozen times a day that he was fed up and was going to make her pay for being such a beef to us. But then on the day of the sojourn, he said nothing ! I couldn't believe it. I gave him looks of incredulity, trying to ask him"what was going on ?"with my eyes, but he just kept shaking his head at me. He told Nicole that his injury was due to an chance event in gym class, and that was the end of it. It wasn't my place to utter up if he didn't want to, so I said null too. That night in our room I asked what had caused his change of substance, but he didn't really have a reason he just said that he had"decided not to bother with it ”, and gave me the impression that he wanted me to cut down it, so I did.

I woke up in the middle of the dark needing to fill a pee. I sat up and saw that Michael's bed was empty, he must've been in the lav himself. So I laid in bed and waited. Several minutes went by and he had still not returned, it shouldn't take this long, I thought to myself, and now I really needed to pee. So I got up and ventured out. When I opened the bedroom door I stopped, the bathroom was directly across from our room and it's door was open and dark. I turned to check his bed again, wondering if my sleepy oculus had just imagined it was vacuous, but he wasn't in it. To be honest I was about to just shrug it off and go to the toilet, but then I heard a racket. It sounded like a vocalization coming from down the hall in the living room. So I figured it was Michael, maybe watching TV ? Which wasn't allowed this late.. So I was odd. When you go to audit a mysterious noise in the centre of the night, you always try to envisage what you're going to find, as a way of preparing for what you may ask to do.. Like if it's a burglar ? Aliens ? Zombies ? ... But there was no way of preparing for what I was going to see.

I stopped at the end of the Radclyffe Hall and peeked around the corner to see my grandmother on her human knee, kneeling in battlefront of a man who was sitting on the lounge. Her back was to me but there was footling doubt what was going on ( I'd seen it before ). Her head bobbed up and down with a steady rhythm that echoed a soft wet sound into the air. I felt my shaft stir and stiffen and I reached for it. I rubbed myself through the material of my pajama bottoms until I was fully erect then I pulled it out through the porta and began to masturbate. I watched her intently, listening to her nursling and ennoble moans. Imagining the sensation of sliding my virgin inwardness into her mouth and feeling the vibrations of her groan down my shaft and into my balls. I've watched this vista before, from the same spot, working my penis in the same way. The guy didn't matter, she rarely saw the Lapp guy twice, but I always hated them. Hearing their lowering breathing, their murmured word of honor of satisfaction and eventually their oink of pleasure as they came into my grandma's sassing, while I was left cumming into my hand. Almost on cue, the man began to whisper.

"Yes that's it ! ”, her head moved faster working to finish him off. My hand worked faster as well, I felt my own coming building."Don't stop grandmother, I'm going to cum !"My eyes shot up to the man's face, obscured in the dark, but as my middle focused I could see that this was not some man she'd brought home, it was my brother, her grandson !

The words didn't stop her as she picked up her pace, he clawed at the sofa shock absorber and growled through his teeth as he felt his load working it's way up. My eyes darted between them, taking it all in, but still incertain about what I was watching. I felt a surge inside me and realized that I hadn't stopped jerking off. The surprise of watching my buddy getting read/write head from my grandmother somehow hadn't deterred me from wanting to cum, in fact I was more aroused than ever ! I reached out and cupped a hand in front of my prick, while Michael cupped a hand on the spine of grandma's oral sex. We came at nearly the same metre.

Normally I would've snarf away at this point, but I was drawn to the carrying into action in social movement me, I needed to see more than, see some type of explanation for why this was happening. When she had swallowed his burden and cleared her pharynx she stood up, looking down at her debilitate grandson, unable to move just yet.

"Was that good ?"He nodded."You did a good job today."She said, still whispering,"I appreciate you not saying anything… we have to commend to see out for our family."

"Ya.. Sure."Michael panted. He began to stand up. I quickly and quietly snuck back into my room, wiping myself off on a dirty shirt, and climbed into bed. A couple minutes later he abstract in too.

"Michael ?"I rubbed my eyes pretending like he woke me."What are you doing ?"

"Oh, I just had to go to the bathroom."He lied.

"Oh ok."I sat up,"Ya, I got ta go too, g'night."

I caught them a few More times over the next distich days. She said she needed to verbalize to him while I was doing homework, so they went into her room and closed the room access. I pressed my ear to it and heard the comrade slurps and groans of a offspring man getting his node polished by his grandmother. But she wasn't limiting him to head. I also caught them having sex. At night on the floor of the support room, I watched her ride him, bare tit bouncing freely as he lay there enjoying the view. I made myself cum again. He still never told me that any of this was happening, it made me resent him, out of jealousy mostly, but also because we were so close and told each other everything, until now. He was having sex with an real fair sex ( albeit our grandmother ) while I was left desperately watching and pleasuring myself in the apparition.

Several sidereal day later, I came home late from school, having attended a merging for a club I was in. I opened the doorway softly, almost out of riding habit now, as I always felt I was sneaking around avoiding detection in case they were in the midsection of something. I walked in and the house seemed empty, so I went down the residence hall to my room. I heard a thud come from my grandmother's way, her door was side by side to ours and it was partly unfold. Then I heard her vocalisation.

"I said NO ! This is over, I told you that already ! You need to listen to me, or.."she was angry, yelling.

"Or what ! ?"Michael yelled back. I peeked inside. They were both standing defiantly in each other's faces."What are you going to do, severalise soul ? ! Tell them that you hit us all the clock time and that you blew me so I wouldn't tattle on you ! Or that you began fucking me too ! ? Your own grandson ! And what, now that you decided it's over I just have to swallow it, and still preserve your secret out of the forgivingness of my philia ? ! I don't think so ! If you want to stop, all right, but I'm going to call the copper, my sociable worker, the tidings, everybody ! !"Her boldness softened with fearfulness, and her stance weakened. We were both taller than her, but her personality and great power had always made her seem so big.. She finally looked small, and frail.. discomfited."When I say suck, you suck ! When I say fuck, you fuck ! You can either be my fancy woman and carry on to get your governing cheque, or I will bring in you pay ! So what's it going to be ? !"He stared down at her.

"Fine."She couldn't look him in the eyes as she spoke,"Just don't tell anyone."

"Good. There will be no More discussion about it. Now FUCK."

Slowly she turned her back to him and undid her gasp. She pulled them off, then her panties, and crawled on to her bed. She stayed there, obediently on her hands and knees, while Michael pulled his pants down and shoved his tool into her. He screwed her hard and triumphantly, while she held her head low, no audio at all. I watched the unanimous matter, watched him cum, but I never touched myself. I felt bad for her, her selection had led her here, but I still felt bad. Michael finished, pulled up his pants and walked out. When he opened the door I was standing there, making it known that I'd witnessed the whole thing.

"Kevin ! ?"He gasped, and stepped back. My grandmother jumped to her animal foot, stumbling as she pulled up her pants. His face was shocked, and a little confused, not indisputable about what to say to me. But I said aught, I just stared at him. A expression of despite washed over him. No matter that it was wrong, he looked unashamed, he didn't attention what I'd seen him do, and he walked past me, down the hall and out the front line door. I turned back to my grandmother.

"Oh thank God Kevin ! Did you see what he did to me ? ! I don't have it away what happened, I couldn't halt him, we need to visit the cops, you have to tell them that you saw him RAPE me !"She was cowering in front of me, a victim. She wanted me to be her attestant, to paint Michael as the bad guy, tell them what I'd seen…. But not what I'd heard.

"Should I tell them about seeing you hungrily sucking his dick after he lied to Nicole like you told him to ? Or when you rode him until you both came ?"I spoke calmly… Her middle widened in threat. I reached down and unzipped my knickers. Her center darted to my hand as I pulled out my eager turncock."When I say suck, you suck. When I say fuck, you fuck. You can either be our whore and carry on to get your government checks, or we will take a crap you pay.. Now SUCK."There was hesitation, but she knelt in front of me. She looked up, hoping I might have a change of warmness, Instead I grabbed the back of her head word and pulled her forward.

It was an incredible sensation, nothing like bare masturbation. She sucked dick like a woman with years of experience and it showed. I doubt she did it to make it gratifying, simply to make it speedy, and it worked. I came in minutes, the most powerful, gushing orgasm I'd ever had. I could feel each midst shipment pumping up my shaft and out of me. It was almost unspeakable, nothing like the watery stuff and nonsense I normally sprayed out. My full body shook, I had to fascinate my grandmother's drumhead for support which inadvertently thrust my tool to the rear of her throat, causing her the gag and resist, but I didn't release her, I couldn't. It lasted longer than any climax I'd given myself, and I wasn't complaining. In fact the act of cumming lasted long than it took for her to make me cum ! I finally gained some equanimity and let her go, she pulled away looking angry and disgusted, but she didn't say anything. I tucked my pecker away and zipped myself back up. I walked towards the door and stopped and turned back to her, still kneeling on the floor.

"That was great nan ! Thanks !"I smiled,"I'm going to go do my homework and then I'll be back ! ”