Bad Grannie ... A Quickie .


My older brother Michael and I ( Kevin ) have been raised by our nanna since we were lilliputian. Our Fatherhood was never in the picture and our mother had a severe drug problem that eventually lead to her losing hands of us. Honestly leaving her was for the secure, but moving in with grandma was only a flimsy improvement.

It seemed the apple didn't fall far from the tree diagram with her and our mother. She gave parentage to our mom offspring, and our mom had us young, so she found herself a grandmother of two before her 35th birthday. Just like with us, our mother never had a father around, so we never had a granddaddy. grandmother hadn't wanted to be a mother in the number one place, and now didn't really like having to acquire care of us ( which she let us make love, daily ). But when we were sent to live with her she reluctantly agreed, mainly for the governing assistance.

She wasn't like other grandparents, first of all she's very much untried, and prettier than most, but she also isn't warm or caring. She smokes and drinks heavily, and undoubtedly uses drugs. She hasn't been in a relationship with a man in the 10 long time we've been living with her, but we've seen many ejaculate and go. She has a small 2 sleeping room plate where the room Michael and I plowshare is correct next to hers, and it's never bothered her to have loud sex within earreach of us. This was probably LE of a concern when we were 5 and 6, but now that we're teenagers it's far more obtrusive. After pubescence hit me, I spent more than one night masturbating in the dark, peering through cracked door as I watched her getting fucked by some random guy.

But the spoilt part was that on top of her questionable parenting selection, she was also incredibly strict, to the degree of abusive. We grew up being hit by her constantly and for the most miniscule offenses. Wetting the bed, spilling a cup of water, or even just introductory childhood misbehaviors like talking back or crying because we didn't get something. I'm not saying we were complete kids, but the punishments didn't really fit the offence ! She'd say things like

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

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

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

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

We were technically surrogate children to our nanna. And as such we had a sociable worker who was required to check up on us. We always kept our mouths shut about being mistreated, mainly our of veneration, but also because we wanted a reward. Our granny usually started being really nice the workweek leading up to the sojourn, taking us to a topic green, and out for ice-cream, that way when Nicole would ask what we've been up to, those were the first things that came to mind. The squeamish treatment usually lasted a for a few days afterwards too, because Nicole would always give us her card again and remind us that if anything is bothering us to yell her, so grandma tried to go along the parody going while that was fresh in our minds.

We had a visit coming up and Michael had a bruised and swollen face from my grannie. She had told him to take the trash out and he didn't do it fast enough so she hit him with a brake shoe. This was just a week before the sojourn so he was determined to say something this time. Grandma took us to the movies and out to eat and shopping in the Clarence Day leading up to the sojourn, but Michael wasn't having any of it, he made it visibly obvious that these petty bribes were not going to sway him, he told me a dozen meter a day that he was fed up and was going to make her pay for being such a bitch to us. But then on the day of the visit, he said nothing ! I couldn't believe it. I gave him looks of mental rejection, trying to ask him"what was going on ?"with my eyes, but he just kept shaking his heading at me. He told Nicole that his trauma was due to an accident in gym course of instruction, and that was the end of it. It wasn't my place to speak up if he didn't want to, so I said nothing too. That nighttime in our room I asked what had caused his alteration of heart, but he didn't really have a reason he just said that he had"decided not to incommode with it ”, and gave me the impression that he wanted me to send away it, so I did.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to drive a piss. I sat up and saw that Michael's bed was empty, he must've been in the privy himself. So I laid in bed and waited. respective minutes went by and he had still not returned, it shouldn't take this farseeing, I thought to myself, and now I really needed to pee. So I got up and ventured out. When I opened the bedchamber door I stopped, the toilet was directly across from our room and it's door was loose and dark. I turned to check his bed again, wondering if my sleepy eyes had just imagined it was vacuous, but he wasn't in it. To be honorable I was about to just shrug it off and go to the john, but then I heard a noise. 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 queer. When you go to visit a secret stochasticity in the midsection of the night, you always try to imagine what you're going to feel, 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 hall and peeked around the corner to see my grandmother on her knee joint, kneeling in front of a man who was sitting on the sofa. Her vertebral column was to me but there was niggling incertitude what was going on ( I'd seen it before ). Her head bobbed up and down with a steady rhythm that echoed a delicate wet sound into the air. I felt my cock hustle 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 possibility and began to she-bop. I watched her intently, listening to her suckling and blue groan. Imagining the sensation of sliding my virgin meat into her mouth and feeling the palpitation of her groan down my shaft and into my balls. I've watched this scene before, from the same place, working my penis in the Lapplander way. The guy didn't matter, she rarely saw the same guy twice, but I always hated them. Hearing their weighty breathing, their gnarl run-in of satisfaction and eventually their grunts of pleasure as they came into my grandmother's rima oris, 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 handwriting worked faster as well, I felt my own orgasm edifice."Don't quit grandma, I'm going to cum !"My eyes shot up to the man's face, obscured in the dark, but as my eyes focused I could see that this was not some man she'd brought base, it was my brother, her grandson !

The words didn't stop her as she picked up her step, he clawed at the sofa cushions and growled through his teeth as he felt his warhead working it's way up. My eye darted between them, taking it all in, but still unsettled 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 sidekick getting 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 back of grandma's head. We came at nearly the Lapplander time.

Normally I would've purloin away at this full stop, but I was drawn to the public presentation in front me, I needed to see more, see some case of explanation for why this was happening. When she had swallowed his cargo and cleared her throat she stood up, looking down at her drained grandson, unable to move just yet.

"Was that good ?"He nodded."You did a commodity 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 stand up. I quickly and quietly snuck back into my room, wiping myself off on a dirty shirt, and climbed into bed. A dyad minutes later he snuck 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 couple days. She said she needed to talk to him while I was doing homework, so they went into her way and closed the threshold. I pressed my ear to it and heard the comrade slurps and groans of a Loretta Young man getting his boss 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 life elbow room, I watched her ride him, bare breasts 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 green-eyed monster mostly, but also because we were so close and told each other everything, until now. He was having sex with an real cleaning lady ( albeit our grandmother ) while I was left desperately watching and pleasuring myself in the tail.

Several days later, I came home late from schooling, having attended a encounter for a guild I was in. I opened the door softly, almost out of habit now, as I always felt I was sneaking around avoiding detection in case they were in the middle of something. I walked in and the house seemed empty, so I went down the hall to my room. I heard a thud seminal fluid from my nanna's elbow room, her door was next to ours and it was partly open. Then I heard her representative.

"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, state someone ? ! Tell them that you hit us all the time and that you blew me so I wouldn't telling 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 accept it, and still keep your enigma out of the benignity of my heart ? ! I don't think so ! If you want to hold back, fine, but I'm going to call the pig, my social worker, the news, everybody ! !"Her face softened with fear, and her posture 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 whore and continue to get your political science 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 eye 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 bloomers. She pulled them off, then her panty, and crawled on to her bed. She stayed there, obediently on her hands and knees, while Michael pulled his knickers down and shoved his tool into her. He screwed her hard and triumphantly, while she held her head low, no sounds at all. I watched the whole thing, watched him cum, but I never touched myself. I felt bad for her, her choice had led her here, but I still felt bad. Michael finished, pulled up his pants and walked out. When he opened the threshold I was standing there, making it known that I'd witnessed the all thing.

"Kevin ! ?"He gasped, and stepped back. My grannie jumped to her base, stumbling as she pulled up her pants. His fount was shocked, and a piddling confused, not certainly about what to say to me. But I said nothing, I just stared at him. A tone of disdain washed over him. No matter that it was faulty, he looked unashamed, he didn't care what I'd seen him do, and he walked past me, down the hall and out the figurehead door. I turned back to my grandmother.

"Oh thank God Kevin ! Did you see what he did to me ? ! I don't sleep together what happened, I couldn't stop him, we need to call up the cops, you have to secernate them that you saw him RAPE me !"She was cowering in front 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 center widened in panic. I reached down and unzipped my pants. Her heart darted to my workforce as I pulled out my tidal bore cock."When I say suck, you suck. When I say fuck, you fuck. You can either be our whore and continue to get your governance check, or we will progress to you pay.. Now SUCK."There was falter, but she knelt in front of me. She looked up, hoping I might give a change of inwardness, Instead I grabbed the rear of her head and pulled her forward.

It was an unbelievable sentience, nothing like mere masturbation. She sucked cock like a cleaning lady with years of experience and it showed. I doubt she did it to make it enjoyable, simply to make it fast, and it worked. I came in instant, the most powerful, gushing orgasm I'd ever had. I could feel each thick load pumping up my jibe and out of me. It was almost painful, null like the watery stuff I normally sprayed out. My entire soundbox shook, I had to grip my gran's read/write head for documentation which inadvertently thrust my rooster to the spine of her throat, causing her the gag and resist, but I didn't button her, I couldn't. It lasted longer than any orgasm I'd given myself, and I wasn't complaining. In fact the act of cumming lasted longsighted than it took for her to take in me cum ! I finally gained some calm and let her go, she pulled away looking angry and disgusted, but she didn't say anything. I tucked my cock 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 grandma ! Thanks !"I smiled,"I'm going to go do my homework and then I'll be back ! ”
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