Caught By Grandma

Caught by Grandma – An Erotic Sex Story

It was a warm spring night, and I was out walking around my neighborhood. I was feeling rather naughty, with a bit of a mischievous streak coursing through my veins. So, when I noticed an old abandoned house, I just couldn’t resist the temptation to explore it.

I approached the house cautiously, the windows were all boarded up, but the door was slightly ajar. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped over the threshold. The room was dark and smelled musty, but that didn’t stop me from venturing further inside.

As I walked through the house, I noticed something strange. In a corner of the room, I could make out the outline of a figure. It was an old woman, and she was sitting in a rocking chair. I stopped dead in my tracks, afraid that I’d been caught by my grandmother. She had a stern, disapproving look on her face, and I could feel the heat radiating from her eyes as she stared at me.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there, paralyzed with fear. The old woman eventually broke the silence, her voice soft yet authoritative.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

I stammered and stuttered, unable to formulate a coherent response. The old woman’s gaze had put me in a trance-like state and I couldn’t get a single word out.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I managed to get out a few words.

“I was just looking around,” I said, barely able to make my voice audible.

The old woman shook her head, her gaze never leaving me.

“I don’t believe you,” she said finally. “You were up to something more. I can see it in your face.”

I gulped and felt my heart racing in my chest. Suddenly, without warning, the old woman stood up and walked towards me. She was wearing a long nightgown and slippers, but she still looked imposing. She reached out and took my face in her hands.

“I know what you were up to,” she said, her voice low. “You were looking for a bit of mischief, weren’t you?”

I couldn’t believe it. My grandmother knew what I was up to. I started to protest, but she cut me off before I could say anything.

“Shhh,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. In fact, I have something better in mind for you.”

She leaned in close and kissed me, her lips light yet passionate against mine. I was shocked, but soon I was giving in to her embrace. Our lips moved together in perfect synchronization, and my body was trembling in anticipation. The old woman wrapped her arms around me, her hands caressing my back and my hair.

The old woman eventually pulled away, the heat of our embrace still radiating between us. She looked me in the eyes and smiled.

“Come,” she said softly. “I want to show you something.”

She took my hand and led me down the hallway, her slippers making soft shuffling noises on the old wooden floorboards. We passed by a few doors before she finally stopped in front of one and opened it.

Inside was a small room, and it was filled with a strange assortment of things. There was a bed, a chair, and a few old chests. But the most surprising thing was that there was also a large mirror hanging on the wall.

The old woman walked over to the mirror and stood in front of it, looking at her reflection. She sighed, and then turned to face me.

“What do you see when you look at me?” She asked.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the words just wouldn’t come out. I was speechless. The old woman smiled and said,

“That’s what I thought. You see an old woman, but I still feel young inside. I still want sex and pleasure, just like you do. That’s why I brought you here tonight. I want to show you how to make love the right way.”

I was stunned. I had no idea what she meant, but I was intrigued nonetheless. The old woman took my hand and placed it on her breast. She then showed me how to caress her body, her movements slow and sensual. Her skin was soft, her body warm and inviting.

I followed her lead, kissing and touching her in all the right places. We moved together in perfect harmony, and soon I felt the pleasure building between us. The old woman gasped and moaned as we explored each other’s bodies, our desire increasing with each passing moment.

Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I entered her. The feeling was indescribable, our bodies melding together in perfect harmony. We moved in unison, our movements passionate and primal.

We eventually reached our climax, our cries of pleasure joining together in one glorious sound. As I lay there, spent and exhausted, I looked up at the old woman. She had a satisfied smile on her face, and she kissed me tenderly on the forehead.

“You were right to trust me,” she said, her voice calm and reassuring. “I won’t tell anyone what happened tonight. This will be our secret, and I’m sure you won’t forget it either.”

I smiled and nodded, too exhausted to respond. As I closed my eyes, I finally realized why grandmothers are so wise. They know what it’s like to want something naughty, and they know how to give it. In that moment, I realized that I’d been caught by my grandmother, but I was thankful for it. I’d been given the gift of pleasure, and I would never forget it.