Gramps Place

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I was going to university in Birmingham to read catering with a minor in hospitality. Mum and Dad were not sure about me being so far from home, but I wasn't worried, I was over 18, I knew about life, and life in Brum could be good. But no, they were worried.

Mum's Dad lived in Birmingham in a place called Kings Heath, they spoke on the phone and it was all arranged. Rather than live in digs or student accommodation, I would stay at Grandpa's as he had a spare room. Mum and Dad would give him some money to cover the extra food costs, and they would be happy that I would be safe.

I was unsure, would he cramp things? I didn't know. I had intended to have a degree of freedom and enjoy life whilst I was at Uni, I had no idea how much freedom gramps would give me.

We drove down, that was a four hour drive, time taken from my life that I wouldn't get back. The M62, the M1, the M42, all boring motorways interspersed with road works that didn't have any workers but caused miles of delay. Perhaps I should have studied civil infrastructure instead.

At Gramps, Mum hugged him and Dad shook his hand and gave him an awkward man hug. I just gave him a cuddle and in we went. I took all my stuff in from the car and then Dad said he would go to the chippie and get our lunch. Gramps showed me my room and he gave me a front door key on a chain that I could hang around my neck. How quaint.

Mum helped me carry my stuff up into my new home for the next three years, apart from out of term time when I would go back home to Yorkshire. Dad returned and we all gathered around the table and divvied up fish, chips, peas and curry sauce and bread cakes onto plates. Gramps got salt and vinegar from the cupboard and forks from the drawer.

God, they had left the skin on the fish, and they hadn't been cooked in beef dripping. I was going to struggle with these strange brummie fish and chips. The curry sauce was good though. I wasn't sure about the mushy peas, they looked almost fluorescent green, bizarre. After we had eaten and Gramps had gathered up the wrapping paper and tidied it into the wheelie bin outside, Mum and Dad gave hugs and said farewell and they were gone.

"Well, that was a flying visit," Gramps said.

"Er yes, the traffic was awful coming here, and they hate driving in the dark." I said.

"So, it wasn't something I said, or didn't say then?"

"Ha ha, goodness no."

"I did expect them to stay a bit longer, your Mum and I used to be really close, today she felt a bit distant."

I put my arms around him and gave him a cuddle. "Well, I am here now Gramps, let's not worry about those that aren't." He smiled.

"I'm going to go and unpack my stuff Gramps if that is okay."

"Of course it is Ashley. Come and go as you want, as you need. Let me know when you will be in for food, and if you are staying out, just so I don't waste food, and can lock the door when I go to bed. That's all."

"Thanks Gramps. I probably won't be staying out for a while yet, I don't know anyone, I only got here today, and food the same, assume I am here, unless I say not."

"I tend to get most of my shopping delivered once a week from Waitrose, so, when you're ready, we'll do a home shop and you can select stuff that you like, okay?"

"Yes Gramps."

I went upstairs to my room and started to unpack my clothes and get them put away. I would need to find out what Gramps did about laundry. I wasn't bothered about him seeing my underwear, but I needed to know that he knew how to wash it and things like that.

After my clothes were away and my other bits and pieces sorted, then moved, then moved again, then finagled to where they actually would work for me, I decided on grabbing a shower. I stripped, put my robe on and then went to the bathroom to decipher the shower. It turned out to be easy, it was electric and it was either soft rain or blast your wig off power, and at either bloody hot or tepid in terms of temperature.

I had it on bloody hot and power and pretty much scalded and blasted away any dirt that may have dared to reside on my body. Pink and tingling I got out of the shower and patted myself dry and wandered back to my room, wet towel on the towel rail. I would talk to Gramps later about how he wanted to deal with towels.

At home we pretty much left towels to dry on the towel rail and Mum washed them every couple of weeks or so. The theory being that all they did was get wet after we had cleaned ourselves. Be interesting to see Gramps take on it.

I lay on my bed and scrolled through some reels and was just almost in a world of my own, I vaguely heard a tap on my door. Then my door opened a little and Gramps poked his head through.

"Oh goodness Ashley, sorry, I just wanted to know what you wanted to do about tea."

"Oh yes, sorry Gramps," I realised I was naked and Gramps had just had a bit of an eyeful. Well, it is going to happen, I know dad had an eyeful more than once at home. "Let me get dressed and I will pop down."

"Okay sweetheart,' Gramps said from behind my bedroom door.

I threw some knickers on, and then a long shirt and went down to the kitchen where Gramps was pottering around.

"I am so sorry Ashley," Gramps said, "I knocked and didn't get an answer."

I went over and gave him a cuddle. "Gramps, don't worry, things like that are going to happen whilst we live under the same roof. It's no biggy, you knocked first, you did nothing wrong," I gave him a kiss on his cheek then stepped back.

"Now, what did you want to see me about?"

"Tea what are we going to do for tea?"

"Well we had a biggish lunch compliments of Dad, so, I don't really need another big tea. Soup perhaps?"

"Yes, I have some tinned soup, none that is fresh I am afraid, will that do?"

"Perfect, yes, any will do, and some bread and butter will be perfect."

After we had eaten tea and cleared away, Gramps has a dishwasher and usually, he said, only uses it every few days when it is full, we sat down in the lounge. Gramps likes police dramas and true crime documentaries, I'm not fussed, I quite looking cooking programmes or reality tv things, I just sat with him.

Eventually I got bored, feigned tiredness and excused myself and went to bed. In my room, I stripped off, put my robe on, dropped my knickers in the laundry basket and went to the bathroom. I peed, cleaned my teeth and headed back to my room, Gramps was coming up stairs, I flashed him a smile and went into my room, realising as I looked in the mirror that I had flashed Gramps more than a smile, my robe was undone. Oops.

I took my robe off and lay on my bed, enjoying the warm air on my skin, Gramps had his heating up quite high, I certainly wasn't complaining, I was used to being naked in my bedroom at home, and for the next three years, this was going to be home, so, naked it should be.

I could hear Gramps in his bedroom, and as I looked towards the sounds I realised that my bedroom door was half open, and by the clarity of the sounds, I guessed Gramps bedroom door was at least partially open too.

I heard Gramps go to the bathroom, smiled at the toilet noises, they were usual and room appropriate, and then I heard Gramps padding across the landing to his room. I heard his bed creak as he got on it and then I heard a sound I was quite familiar with, a sound I had heard my Dad make many a time. Gramps was wanking.

Oh gosh, how delicious, I wondered if I could somehow watch. I quietly got out of bed and crept onto the landing, Gramps door was indeed partially open. I could stand in the shadows and look through the door at his reflection in his mirror. His hand was flying on his dick, pumping up and down, his glans flashing red on the down stroke.

I wondered if Mum had ever watched him when she was a girl at home. Gramps had said that they used to be close, where they 'that' close I wondered. Gramps was really giving his dick a workout, his hand moving really fast, pushing right down, really straining his foreskin and then he gasped and his dick spurted a huge jet of white erupting from it.

He held his foreskin down as his dick pumped, and then as the spurts subsided, he moved his hand up and down slowly, his breath gulping. I crept back to my room, wow, what a sight, I enjoyed that. I wondered what he was thinking of when he wanked, was it me, after all, her had seen me naked, or was it nothing?

I lay on my bed thinking of Gramps, his dick and how he had been working it. As I lay there my fingers found their way into my valley, gently stroking myself, little shudders through my body when my fingers brushed my clitoris, my breath was gulping, halting in my chest as my pleasures grew and grew.

In the morning I threw a robe on and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had to go to the Uni today and sort out students travel pass, and get my schedule and all the various admin involved in starting a new course at Uni. I found myself still aroused after a night dreaming of Grampy's dick, and it was a chore not to get myself off. I could wait I told myself.

The day was boring, lots of waiting around, a photo ID for Uni, another for my travel pass, my schedule of lectures and where they were, a map of the campus, all these things took time, and it was well after three before I got home and threw myself on the sofa in the lounge in almost exhaustion.

Gramps came in and sat in the chair opposite, asking me how the day had been, I may have waved my arms in exasperation, and he laughed, I guess I must have laughed too. Eventually I calmed down and stopped waving my arms everywhere and relaxed back into the sofa. Gramps eyes were looking at me, in fact they seemed to be looking at my knees, or perhaps what was in between.

Interesting. Gramps was a bit of a letch, well, that was okay, I didn't have a boyfriend and it is always nice to be appreciated. I parted my knees a little more and picked my phone up as if I were scrolling. What I actually had on was the camera and I had zoomed in on Gramps' crotch, it was tenting, his dick it seemed was reaching for the sky.

In my mind's eye I could see Gramp's dick as if it were right before me, uncovered by clothing, my fanny was warming up, pulsing as I imagined his dick inside me, thrusting, shagging. I shook my head and turned the camera off, such thoughts were not needed.

Gramps seemed a little out of sorts, his face was flushed, perhaps he had been imagining things too. I had no way of knowing, nor did I know how to find out. Could I ask him if he had just been daydreaming of shagging me? No, of course I couldn't.

"Are you alright Gramps, you seem a little red, do you want some cold water?" Or a cold shower I thought.

"Oh gosh, no Ashley, just memories, you look so much like your Mum did when she was younger, and I simply got lost in memories."

"Happy memories I hope Gramps, of you and her. Perhaps you and I can generate some happy memories for you," I said, knowing full well that my words could be taken two ways.

"Perhaps, perhaps that is a path best not trod, sometimes it is best not to recreate the past."

"Oh piffle, fiddlesticks Gramps, I am sure that you and I can do whatever you and Mum did, it'll be fun I am sure."

"It's not that simple Ashley."

"How can it not be simple Gramps. There is nothing that you and mum did that you and I can't do."

He was quiet for a moment and then he said something that shocked me to the core. "Yes there is Ashley, we can't fuck." He got up and left the room, I sat there open mouthed, my stomach churning. What? He and Mum? Did they really?

I heard him go upstairs and into his room. I sat there unsure what to do and then I decided. Fuck it. I followed him, I walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. He was laying on the bed, his eyes closed.

"I said Gramps, there is nothing that you and Mum did that you and I can't do, and I meant it."

"Really Ashley? Really?"

"Really Gramps."

I undid the button on the waist of my skirt and then the zip, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped to one side, my skirt discarded in the middle of his bedroom floor. I undid the buttons of my polo shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I was stood in bra and knickers.

"Nothing Gramps."

I walked to the bed and knelt on it next to him. I undid the buckle of his belt and then the clip of his trousers and lowered his zip. I put my hands in the waist and held his trousers and underpants. "Lift," I said, and as he did, I pulled down his trousers and underpants, his dick standing up, hard, straight.

"Your dick agrees with me," I said as I wrapped my right hand around his hard dick and pushed his foreskin down, his glans appearing as his foreskin bunched below his rim. Gramps gulped and then gasped.

"You shouldn't," he said, "you are too young, too much like your mother was."

"I am over eighteen, I am a woman, I can do what I want. I watched you wanking yesterday, it didn't change me, it didn't make me a weeping crying waif, it made me hot, it made me want you, I went into my bedroom and used my fingers on myself, imagining it was you."

"I heard, I heard your breaths as you did it."

I let go of his dick and put my hands behind my back and undid my bra, leaning forward slightly I let my bra fall forward, slide down my arms and land on the bed. Gramps looked at my nipples, his dick twitched. I stood up at the side of the bed and pushed down my knickers, I was naked.

"Oh God," Gramps said, "so much like your mother, you could be her. Your fanny looks just like hers."

"Does it feel like hers through Gramps?"

"I don't know?"

"Why don't you know Gramps?"

"Because, I haven't..."

"Why haven't you Gramps, it is here in front of you."

He reached a hand out to me and ran the back of one of his fingers along my crease, his fingernail sliding between my outer lips, my inner lips folding around his finger as it moved within me. I sighed with pleasure.

"Oh God," Gramps said as his finger moved up and down my valley, my wetness growing, helping his finger slide.

"And inside Gramps?" I said as I pressed myself tightly against the edge of the bed, my feet apart, my entrance ready, waiting, me, inviting.

His finger moved down my valley and found my entrance, he paused, and then his finger pressed. Slowly he entered me, one knuckle, then two, and then his finger moved inside me, my fanny tightening around him, squeezing him, holding his finger tight within me.

"And inside Gramps?" I asked again looking him directly in his eyes, my lips moistened by my tongue, "how do I feel inside Gramps."

"Better," he whispered as he pulled his finger out and took it to his nose and sniffed before putting it into his mouth and sucking.

I knelt back on the bed and leant forward, my mouth opening and taking in his dick, his foreskin wrapped around his glans, sliding on his dick as I pressed it back with my lips and my tongue.

"Oh fuck Ashley," Gramps gasped. I gripped his foreskin and pulled it down his dick, feeling his glans uncover on my tongue, sucking him, licking him, feeling him shudder with the pleasures of his Granddaughters mouth felating him, felating him perhaps as his own daughter had felated him years ago, when they had been close.

Gramps pushed me away, his dick leaving my mouth with a plop sound. He rolled to the other side of the bed and stood up looking at me.

"We should not do this," he said as he pulled his shirt off and kicked his trousers and underpants completely off, "we shouldn't"

"You protest too much." I said misquoting Hamlet, my eyes on the prize of his dick. I knelt on the bed, my fanny now facing him from between my thighs, my anus crinkly staring at him, my fanny wet, wanting and ready, my boobs hanging down. "I am waiting for you."

I felt him on the bed and then between my legs. His dick pressed the crease of my arse, pushing my sphincter, and then sliding down over my fourchette and pressing my entrance. My heart fluttered; I wanted this. I pushed back, his dick pressed through my entrance and then he was at my opening, and he pushed with an unexpected suddenness.

As his dick rode inside my channel, his foreskin rolled back and I could feel his rim as it scraped the inside of my fanny, swiping past my G Spot, over my ripples and bumps, pressing hard at my depth, his pubis pressing my buttocks apart. I gasped.

He pulled back a little, I could feel his rim disappear under his foreskin, the sensation inside softening a little. He thrust in hard, his body crashing against my buttocks, a slap reverberated around the room, I gasped loudly as he bottomed out within me.

He shagged me with a steady pace, pressing in hard, slaps echoing in my ears, my gasps accompanying them, my boobs rocking back and forth as his shagging made me sway on my knees, my pleasures rolling through me, pressures building, electrics growing and fizzing in my crotch.

"We did this," he said, his voice little more than a whisper, "we fucked whenever her mother was out, I filled her with my seed, flooded her, only the pill stopped her getting pregnant before she was married to your father."

"Oh Gramps fuck me now, like you fucked her," I said.

"And then when she was married and she came off the pill, I fucked her again and again and again, filling her with my seed flooding her womb."

What was he saying? I didn't care what he was saying, I just wanted his dick inside me spewing his cream into my fanny.

"Her husband couldn't do it, your Mum said, so it was down to me, I fucked her and fucked her until she began to show and there could be no doubt."

"Fuck me now Gramps, like you fucked Mum back then." Was he saying that he was actually my father?

His dick drove into me, deep, pressing hard at my depth and he grunted and he held hard into me and I felt his spurts, deep within me, his seed flooding my fanny, filling my womb, the cool of his seed calming the heat within my fanny. He stayed inside me, his dick softening slightly.

I balanced on my left arm and reached under with my right, holding his balls, gently squeezing them as they hung down between his, his dick hardening again, expanding inside me, filling my sodden fanny with his man meat once more.

His dick slipped out of my fanny and pressed against my sphincter.

"I always wanted to," he said, "but your mother always said she couldn't get pregnant there."

"Do it," I said, "do it Gramps, do it."

He was my real father as well as my grandfather, and he deserved to be acknowledged as such, I would let him do anything. His wet dick, slippery with his seed pressed against my sphincter, unrelenting and then my arse ceded and he was in, a brief pain, and then his balls rested against my thighs, my bottom expanded and open.

"Oh my God," he gasped my sphincter tightly squeezing his dick as my fanny dripped his seed onto his bedding. He pulled back a little and then thrust in hard. It hurt a little, a pain at the entrance to my arse, and then it eased and the pain went away. I could feel him stretching me open, my arse squeezing his dick tight, his balls jiggling against my thighs.

He moved faster and faster, his dick moving against my sphincter, no feeling inside, just at my entrance, faster and faster he went, his pubis slapping against my buttocks, my grunts and gasps reverberating as we fucked, carnal knowledge at its most extreme, unacknowledged father, daughter, anal, was it the devils work? I gasped loudly at a particularly hard thrust and he held hard against me and I felt a coolness inside me, he had cum.