1. My Grandson Brian Part 1


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: andydagod, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster

    My name is Kathy. I’m a 63 year old widower. I have a 12 year old grandson named Brian who I have been raising since his parents died a few month's ago. I’m a slim woman; five foot seven inches, very long, dark grey hair that comes down to my waist and dark brown eyes. Tennis and running has kept me in pretty good shape. I’ve been told I look like an older Eva Mendez but I think they’re just being polite. My grandson Brian took more after his dad…my son. God rest his soul. He has coal black hair and stands no more than 5’0”. He’s a little shy but has a very good sense of humor. Brian’s father, Junior was a very handsome man and Brian got every bit of that and more. There are only two obvious differences between Brian and his dad. Brian’s a very wide eyed, lean young lad. He played outside a lot unlike many young lad's his age these days. My son (his father, James Junior) on the other hand was rather fat and non-athletic. The other difference was less obvious to me til later. My late husband, James, was a very good lover. We enjoyed a full and exciting sex life for a long time before a car accident took him from us 10 years ago. Jim’s penis was not very big, five inches at best when erect but Jimmy knew how to use it well. It never gave me reason to complain. He would refer to his small penis as “The Washburn Curse” and would jokingly tell me how it was handed down through the generations from his great, great, great grandfather, Jeremiah Washburn. He always made me laugh. I ...
    would tell him things like; “It’s all I’ll ever need” or “I love the way it all fits in my mouth.” I didn’t tell him these things to make him feel better. I told him because they were the truth. We never did anything TOO crazy, nothing that would wind us up in jail anyways, but I believe I willingly fulfilled just about all of his fantasies; at least the ones he’d told me about. I had even invited one of my girlfriends into our bed when we were first married. He’d told me he’d never been with two women at the same time and would love to try it. He had a birthday coming up and I made it one I’m sure he never forgot. When he expressed interest in anal sex, I was reluctant but certainly willing to give it a try. I have to say, I was rather thankful for the Washburn Curse when we explored that avenue. The fact was; I loved Jimmy and I loved his penis as well. Now when Brian was just a little guy, it became rather obvious to me that Brian would not share the “Washburn Curse” with his granddad. I can recall my daughter-in law and I would make little comments and jokes to each other about Brian’s penis at bath time like: “He’s gonna be quite the lady killer.” “That’s quite the little package he has there.” “I hope he grows into that.” Little remarks like that. I bathed Brian until he was almost seven-years-old, when he informed me he thought he was too old to be washed by his Nana. For the next few weeks, I inspected my grandson head to toe after he was finished bathing. Satisfied ...
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