1. My Grandson Brian Part 2


    Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: andydagod, Rating: 92, Source: xHamster

    A month had gone bye. Almost every night I was masturbating to pictures of Brian from a few years ago. Each orgasm taking me further away from reality. Each one making me feel less like there was anything wrong with what I was doing. I ended up cutting my hair a bit shorter and working out more. I guess maybe I was trying to become somewhat noticeable to my grandson. Except for the occasional glance or the fleeting feeling, I pretty much kept my dark rituals and fantasies to myself. It was June, when all that changed. It was early on a Saturday morning; I had just come in from a run and figured I’d gather up the dirty clothes and do a load of laundry before I took a shower. I approached Brian’s bedroom door with an armload of dirty clothes from my room. I quietly turned the knob and took a step in as quietly as I could, hoping not to wake him. To my disbelief, Brian was stretched out on his bed with his pajama bottoms pushed down past his knees. I froze there, mid-step. His eyes were closed and I could hear him softly cooing, “Yeah, that’s it. Do it…” But my real attention was on what was in his hand. I stood there by the door in my running shorts and sports bra, an arm full of dirty clothes and my hand still on the doorknob and watched my grandson jerking himself off. He was so into what he was doing that he never even noticed me standing there. I was unable to move or say anything as I watched him masturbating. I knew I should leave but simply put, I didn’t want to. There ...
    was no doubt about what I was seeing this time. He was more than just ‘aroused’. There was no “Washburn Curse” going on here; that was for sure. He was hard now, really hard. Once again what stood out was the thickness of it. As I watched his hand moving up and down, it was easy to see that his fingers didn’t reach all the way around its’ thickness. He stroked it with one hand and it was easy to see that at least three inches of meat stuck out past the top of his hand and at least as much beneath it. “My God it’s huge...” I thought to myself, and it WAS freakish for his age. I just stood there and watched as his hand moved up and down, up and down. I couldn’t look away. “That’s it…” He moaned. “Do it…” I had no idea how long I was standing there. I felt like I was in a dream. I hadn’t seen a whole lot of dicks in my life but I wasn’t a nun either. And outside of any magazines or the Internet, I had never seen a dick that big, that fat on any man… …let alone a 12-year-old. I stood there totally amazed as my grandson started to squirm around and moan a little louder, still completely unaware that I was standing there less than ten feet away. When his hand started moving faster, it became clear to me that he wasn’t going to last much longer. I should have quietly shut the door and left. I should have been thinking about how embarrassed both of us would be if he were to catch me watching, how awkward it would be, but instead; the fact that I was going to actually watch my grandson ...
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