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I was never really the coolest guy at school. Even at eighteen I’d much rather spend time with family than with the few geeky friends that I had. I liked to think of myself as the cool guy since I looked the most normal in my circle. I had short brown hair with blue eyes, a bit of casual stubble and a bigger than average penis, although it never got used other than when I was watching some porn on the internet. One Friday night, I decided to stay at my grandparents place, just for a bit of a change of scenery and also to spend some time with them. Grandma wasn’t my natural grandmother. She married my grandfather around three years after I was born, but I still loved her like she was maternal. They were both in their mid sixties but were very active so I knew I’d be able to go spend time with them around the beautiful countryside that they lived in; however I overlooked the fact that they didn’t have an internet connection. One whole weekend without seeing any boobs would be a new world record for me. But it’s not like I had the intention of jerking it at their house. *** I stood at their porch as mom sped off into the distance; my rucksack was packed with clothes for the next three days. Boxer shorts, socks, shorts and shirts were amongst the clutter along with deodorant and my toothbrush. I knocked loudly on the door before waiting a few moments. I then saw grandma peer her head through the kitchen window and smile as she saw me waiting; she then hurriedly opened the door and allowed me in. “Come in dear,” she said. “You’ve grown a lot since we last saw you.” I chuckled slightly as the last time I saw them was six months ago. I placed my rucksack on the floor beside my feet as I took my trainers off. A heavenly scent filled my nostrils as I smelt the roast cooking in the oven. Grandma started to prepare me a drink as I sat at the kitchen table. “How’s your mother?” She asked whilst she filled the glass with water. “Mom’s good,” I replied. “She had to go somewhere so she couldn’t stay.” “Well that’s good,” Grandma responded. “We have a lot planned for this weekend.” As the words left her mouth, I knew I was in for a treat. The place where they lived was amazing for nature, it had a small creek which we could paddle or fish in, too. As she brought my drink, she leant forward and kissed my forehead gently. I couldn’t help but notice that her polo shirt began to droop, allowing me a straight view into her cleavage. I knew it was wrong but I was mesmerised and my dick began to fill with blood over the sight. A mere moment later, she was back up straight making Bağcılar escort bayan me gasp with relief as I didn’t want to hide a fully erect boner from both of my grandparents. “Dinner will be ready shortly,” she said as she walked into the living room to announce my arrival to grandpa. I sat there for a few minutes in disbelief that I was actually semi-aroused by my step-grandmother, although she wasn’t in bad shape for a woman of sixty-three. She was a short, slender woman with athletic legs from the amount of walking she did. She had shoulder length, chestnut coloured hair with piercing brown eyes and amazing full lips. None the less, I felt ashamed of myself getting hard over her 36DD tits. I waited until my penis had turned flaccid once again before I went into the living room. My grandfather was flicking through the channels whilst grandma watched him. He had always been one of those people to flick through every channel then put on something he had watched a million times before. “I’m just going to take my clothes up to my room,” I said. “That’s okay dear,” grandma said as grandpa shrugged his shoulders and continued to flick. It had been a while since I had walked up these stairs but even now I knew every creaky step to avoid. As a child I made it into a game to avoid them and it must have left a permanent imprint in my head. I scurried into my room as I reached the top and begun to unpack. I placed my clothes on the big double bed before hanging them up in the wardrobe. It must have taken longer than I thought because after a few minutes I heard my granddad come to the bottom of the stairs. “Dinner’s ready Bradley,” he shouted. Absolutely famished, I slammed the wardrobe shut and ran back downstairs. The delicious aroma of the roast filled the air as my run turned to a walk. Casually, I walked into the kitchen to see my grandparent’s already shovelling food into their mouths. I sat down and began to cut the massive piece of meat on my plate. This was another interesting trait of mine; most people usually saved the best part of the meal until last but me, I liked to dig straight in. I devoured the beef immediately before starting to eat my vegetables. It wasn’t long until the three plates were empty and grandpa and I were complimenting grandma’s culinary skills. To show my good manners, I quickly took the plates, knives and forks and placed them in the dishwasher as they dawdled into the living room. I quickly followed and for the next few hours we were watching reruns of Friends; it was the only thing on Escort Arnavutköy that was worth watching. It started to near ten and I began to feel drowsiness kick in. “I’m going to hit the hay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said with a smile on my face. “Goodnight sweetheart,” grandma said. I walked up the stairs, avoiding the creaky steps once again. As I reached the bedroom door, thoughts of my grandmother’s cleavage started to come into my head again. I was instantly hard as I entered the room. I quickly undressed and got in bed with just my boxer shorts on. For a few minutes I tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep with the biggest hard on I’d ever had. Even porn hadn’t got me this hard but my own step-grandmother could do this to me. Again, I felt ashamed that she had this kind of power over me. Before long, I pulled the blanket off of my body, feeling the cool air against my hairless torso. I then pulled my boxer shorts down, freeing my nine inch monster. I grasped it firmly and began to stroke thinking about how nice her tits would be. I imagined her nipples to be a shade of brown a little darker than her skin as my hand jerked softly. I wanted to see her naked so badly, just to have some kind of closure to my curiosity. As I continued to tug, my room was flooded with light and she appeared. I tried my hardest to hide my massive, erect dick from her but to no avail. Her jaw dropped in shock as my manhood stood up, fully hard in front of her very eyes. With precum oozing from the tip, I pulled my blanket back over my body, my cheeks turning bright red as she stood speechless. “I’m really sorry grandma,” I said as I laid there. “It’s fine dear,” she replied calmly. “I was just coming in to say goodnight.” “Goodnight,” I said with a quiver in my voice as she left the room. I felt for sure that I had freaked her out and in the midst of all of it, I knew I couldn’t finish now. I rapidly pulled my boxer shorts back up and over my bulging stiffy. It stayed hard for what seemed an eternity before it finally started to soften. I started to count sheep until I eventually fell asleep. The next day, the sun was glaring through my bedroom window and bang on eight o’clock grandma was in my room telling me to get out of bed for the big day ahead of us. I knew we were going to be going out on a nature trail, but not which one would it be. I personally thought it would be rambling by the river but instead, they had planned a long hike up into the woods. I hadn’t been up there in years and felt that it was surely overgrown by now, Avcılar escort but it was completely up to them. I swung my legs out of bed with only my tight black boxer shorts on. My grandma didn’t seem too bothered, especially with the sight she saw the night before. However she did vacate the room quickly as I wanted to get dressed. I pulled my boxers off and replaced them with a fresh pair before pulling on some denim shorts and a t-shirt. I then walked downstairs and into the kitchen to see a plate of bacon, sausages, egg, beans, hash browns and tomatoes with a plate of toast to share. Grandma really liked to fill my appetite when I stayed. To tell the truth, if I wasn’t here, they would probably only have cereal for breakfast. “Are you ready for the hike?” Grandma asked. “Of course I am,” I said confidently. “I’m sure it’ll be awesome.” We quickly gulped our breakfasts down, the food barely hitting the sides or our taste buds before we prepared ourselves for the next five hours of walking. I was itching to go, our backpacks were packed, our boots were on and the only thing that was keeping us waiting was grandpa and his terrible bladder. Before long, he was finished and we were ready to set off into the great outdoors. Immediately we crossed the road outside the house and walked straight into the woodland across. The pine trees cluttered the entire area and their thin needles decorated the ground like a carpet as we travelled deeper into the woods. Sticks snapped under our steps and birds chirped as they warned the others of our presence. Every now and then the sun’s rays would shine through the gaps in the high treetops, dazzling me slightly. As we got further into the forest, it became more overgrown and vegetation began to enter our path. Bluebells and foxgloves decorated the area as well as a few bushes of nettles here and there. As I heard a woodpecker high in the trees, I carelessly began to walk off the track in search for it. Not looking where I was going, I walked into a tall nettle plant which stung me multiple times on my upper leg. “Shit,” I yelled as I felt the pain shoot up my body. Instantly, grandma came running to me whilst granddad just stood with his hands on his hips. He didn’t know whether to be concerned or to see the funny side to it. Grandma pulled some lotion from her backpack intended to soothe stings. I held my hands out ready for her to squirt some of it into them but unexpectedly, she squirted it into her own hands and began to rub the cold cream into my thigh. Her hands danced around my leg and her wrist brushed against the tip of my cock a few times. I started to think about other things to prevent my penis from becoming hard. It was extremely difficult though, as this seemingly innocent gesture was one of the most erotic things to ever happen to me. She rubbed the lotion in gradually, like she was enjoying the feel of my leg.

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