My former chum Michael and I ( Kevin ) have been raised by our grandmother since we were little. Our father was never in the characterization and our mother had a serious drug problem that eventually lead to her losing hands of us. Honestly leaving her was for the Best, but moving in with grandma was only a slight improvement.

It seemed the apple didn't fall far from the tree with her and our mother. She gave birth to our mom untested, and our mom had us offspring, so she found herself a gran of two before her 35th natal day. Just like with us, our mother never had a father around, so we never had a grandpa. gran hadn't wanted to be a mother in the beginning stead, and now didn't really like having to strike care of us ( which she let us have it off, daily ). But when we were sent to hold out with her she reluctantly agreed, mainly for the government aid.

She wasn't like early grandparents, first of all she's much younger, and prettier than most, but she also isn't warm or caring. She smokes and drunkenness heavily, and undoubtedly uses drugs. She hasn't been in a relationship with a man in the 10 geezerhood we've been living with her, but we've seen many come and go. She has a small 2 bedroom home where the elbow room Michael and I share is right next to hers, and it's never bothered her to sustain loud sex within hearing of us. This was probably less of a business organisation when we were 5 and 6, but now that we're teen it's far more detectable. After puberty hit me, I spent Thomas More than one night masturbating in the dark, peering through cracked doors as I watched her getting fucked by some random guy.

But the worst part was that on top of her questionable parenting choices, she was also incredibly hard-and-fast, to the point of abusive. We grew up being hit by her constantly and for the most miniscule offenses. Wetting the bed, spilling a cup of body of water, or even just introductory puerility misdeed like talking back or crying because we didn't get something. I'm not saying we were perfect tense shaver, but the punishment didn't really fit the offense ! She'd say things like

"If you're going to know with me you're going to respect me !"or

"I will not possess you turn out like your mother !"

"It's not my job to bang you, just keep you alive !"

Who knows, maybe she has upright intentions, but it has never felt like it. Michael and I regularly complained to one another, and talked about running away or telling somebody, in particular, our social proletarian, Nicole.

We were technically further nipper to our granny. And as such we had a sociable doer who was required to check up on us. We always kept our rima oris shut about being mistreated, mainly our of fear, but also because we wanted a reward. Our granny usually started being really nice the week leading up to the sojourn, taking us to a theme parking lot, and out for ice-cream, that way when Nicole would ask what we've been up to, those were the number 1 things that came to mind. The skillful discussion usually lasted a for a few days afterwards too, because Nicole would always give us her lineup again and cue us that if anything is bothering us to send for her, so grandmother tried to observe the charade going while that was overbold in our minds.

We had a sojourn coming up and Michael had a bruised and swollen cheek from my grandmother. She had told him to subscribe the shabu 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 time. grandmother took us to the movies and out to eat and shopping in the days leading up to the visit, but Michael wasn't having any of it, he made it visibly obvious that these petty bribes were not going to swing him, he told me a XII fourth dimension a day that he was fed up and was going to make her pay for being such a squawk to us. But then on the day of the visit, he said aught ! I couldn't believe it. I gave him looks of unbelief, 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 accidental injury was due to an accident 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 naught too. That night in our room I asked what had caused his change of heart, but he didn't really consume a reason he just said that he had"decided not to bother with it ”, and gave me the impression that he wanted me to set down it, so I did.

I woke up in the eye of the night needing to postulate a pee. I sat up and saw that Michael's bed was vacuous, he must've been in the bathroom himself. So I laid in bed and waited. various 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 john was directly across from our room and it's door was undetermined and dark. I turned to go over his bed again, wondering if my sleepy eyes had just imagined it was empty, but he wasn't in it. To be honest I was about to just shrug it off and go to the bathroom, but then I heard a interference. It sounded like a vocalism 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 peculiar. When you go to inspect a orphic noise in the center of the night, you always try to suppose what you're going to find, as a way of preparing for what you may need to do.. Like if it's a burglar ? Aliens ? zombie spirit ? ... But there was no way of preparing for what I was going to see.

I stopped at the end of the Charles Francis Hall and peeked around the corner to see my grandma on her articulatio genus, kneeling in front end of a man who was sitting on the sofa. Her spinal column was to me but there was lilliputian uncertainty what was going on ( I'd seen it before ). Her heading bobbed up and down with a steady rhythm that echoed a voiced wet speech sound into the air. I felt my beak splash and stiffen and I reached for it. I rubbed myself through the cloth of my pajama bottoms until I was fully erect then I pulled it out through the opening and began to wank. I watched her intently, listening to her suckling and aristocratical moans. Imagining the ace of sliding my virgin essence into her sass and feeling the palpitation of her moan down my shaft and into my bollock. I've watched this scene before, from the Lapp office, working my penis in the same way. The guy didn't matter, she rarely saw the like guy twice, but I always hated them. Hearing their heavy breathing, their murmured Book of atonement and eventually their grunts of joy as they came into my grandmother's sass, 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 hired hand worked faster as well, I felt my own climax building."Don't stop granny, I'm going to cum !"My eyes shot up to the man's font, obscured in the wickedness, but as my eyes focused I could see that this was not some man she'd brought home, it was my brother, her grandson !

The words didn't lay off her as she picked up her pace, he clawed at the lounge cushions and growled through his teeth as he felt his lode working it's way up. My eye darted between them, taking it all in, but still uncertain 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 brother getting head from my nan somehow hadn't deterred me from wanting to cum, in fact I was more conjure up than ever ! I reached out and cupped a hand in front of my shit, while Michael cupped a deal on the binding of nanna's caput. We came at nearly the Lapplander time.

Normally I would've lift away at this point, but I was drawn to the performance in front me, I needed to see more than, see some type of explanation for why this was happening. When she had swallowed his load and cleared her pharynx she stood up, looking down at her drained grandson, ineffective 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 remember to look out for our family."

"Ya.. Sure."Michael panted. He began to support up. I quickly and quietly slip back into my room, wiping myself off on a dirty shirt, and climbed into bed. A mates moment later he sneak in too.

"Michael ?"I rubbed my oculus 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 than times over the next couple twenty-four hours. She said she needed to tattle to him while I was doing homework, so they went into her elbow room and closed the doorway. I pressed my ear to it and heard the familiar spirit slurps and moan of a young man getting his knob polished by his granny. But she wasn't limiting him to channelize. I also caught them having sex. At night on the base of the livelihood elbow room, I watched her ride him, bare breasts bouncing freely as he lay there enjoying the position. I made myself cum again. He still never told me that any of this was happening, it made me begrudge him, out of jealousy mostly, but also because we were so close-fitting and told each other everything, until now. He was having sex with an actual woman ( albeit our gran ) while I was left desperately watching and pleasuring myself in the shadows.

Several days later, I came home late from school, having attended a get together for a club I was in. I opened the door softly, almost out of habit now, as I always felt I was sneaking around avoiding espial in subject they were in the eye of something. I walked in and the house seemed vacate, so I went down the hall to my room. I heard a thud come from my grandmother's room, her door was next to ours and it was partly open. Then I heard her interpreter.

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

"Or what ! ?"Michael yelled back. I peeked inside. They were both standing defiantly in each early's faces."What are you going to do, recite somebody ? ! Tell them that you hit us all the sentence 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 live with it, and still keep your secrets out of the kindness of my heart ? ! I don't think so ! If you want to bar, fine, but I'm going to anticipate the pig, my social proletarian, the newsworthiness, everybody ! !"Her facial expression softened with veneration, and her stance weakened. We were both taller than her, but her personality and power had always made her seem so big.. She finally looked small, and frail.. Defeated."When I say suck, you suck ! When I say fuck, you fuck ! You can either be my fancy woman and continue to get your government checks, or I will make 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 William Tell anyone."

"commodity. There will be no more give-and-take about it. Now FUCK."

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

"Kevin ! ?"He gasped, and stepped back. My grandmother jumped to her invertebrate foot, stumbling as she pulled up her pants. His face was shocked, and a trivial flurry, not for sure about what to say to me. But I said nix, I just stared at him. A tone of contempt washed over him. No affair that it was damage, he looked unashamed, he didn't care what I'd seen him do, and he walked past me, down the hall and out the front man door. I turned back to my grandmother.

"Oh thank God Kevin ! Did you see what he did to me ? ! I don't know what happened, I couldn't stoppage him, we need to hollo the cops, you have to tell them that you saw him RAPE me !"She was cowering in battlefront of me, a victim. She wanted me to be her witness, 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 eyes widened in panic. I reached down and unzipped my gasp. Her eyes darted to my hands as I pulled out my eager cock."When I say suck, you suck. When I say fuck, you fuck. You can either be our harlot and continue to get your regime tab, or we will make you pay.. Now SUCK."There was reluctance, but she knelt in straw man of me. She looked up, hoping I might throw a change of affectionateness, Instead I grabbed the back of her headspring and pulled her forward.

It was an unbelievable sensation, nothing like mere masturbation. She sucked dick like a woman with geezerhood of experience and it showed. I doubt she did it to make it enjoyable, simply to make it quick, and it worked. I came in minutes, the most right, gushing climax I'd ever had. I could experience each thick encumbrance pumping up my shaft and out of me. It was almost sore, nil like the watery stuff I normally sprayed out. My entire consistency shook, I had to grip my grandmother's psyche for support which inadvertently thrust my cock 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 foresighted than it took for her to name me cum ! I finally gained some calmness and let her go, she pulled away looking angry and disgusted, but she didn't say anything. I tucked my dick away and zipped myself back up. I walked towards the door and stopped and turned back to her, still kneeling on the storey.

"That was gravid grannie ! Thanks !"I smiled,"I'm going to go do my prep and then I'll be back ! ”