1. My Grandson Brian Part 1


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

    with the job he was doing without my help, I let him wash himself from then on. Well―One evening a while back, Brian was in school I guess, I walked in on him in the bathroom. He was standing with one foot up on the tub and he was drying himself after a shower. Although it all happened pretty fast, my eyes went right to the thing hanging between his legs. Literally, I mean it. It was hanging! When I recalled the incident to my s****r some days later, I remember using the words 'snake like'. It was easy to see that “The Washburn Curse” was going to skip a generation. From what I thought I saw, his penis was already quite a bit bigger than his grandfather’s, and noticeably thicker as well……And Brian was SOFT! As a matter of fact, it was the thickness that had caught my attention in the first place. I was a bit taken back. {The incident reminded me of some pictures that my girlfriend and I had seen in a magazine when we were teenagers. My girlfriend, Cindy, had taken it from her b*****r’s room and snuck it to her room one night that I was sl**ping over. The name of the magazine was “Too Big”. We were amazed by the pictures, but that’s another story entirely.} Anyway― Brian looked up and saw me gawking. I must have been standing there with my mouth hanging open. “Nanaaa!” He squealed and quickly covered himself. I promptly apologized and shut the bathroom door. I stood outside the door with my hand still on the doorknob, shaking my head slowly in disbelief. I wondered if I’d ...
    really seen what it was I thought I’d seen. I couldn’t have, I told myself. I know that as his grandmother the size of his penis shouldn’t have concerned me. In my defense, in the beginning, I just wanted to know if my eyes were playing tricks on me. I was surprised that I was giving this so much thought but I couldn’t seem to stop. I needed to know if what I saw was real or was it just something my imagination was bending out of proportion, so-to-speak. I began to wonder if maybe it was just the light or maybe the way he was standing. I mean, if it were as big as it looked, certainly I would have noticed something like that― Around the pool―At the beach. I don’t understand why it was so important to me, one way or the other, but it was. I found myself thinking about it a lot in the days and nights after that. I even found myself sneaking fleeting glances at the front of his shorts and his bathing suit from time to time to see if maybe I could see an outline or a reference to its size, but everything he wore was baggy. Perhaps it was more comfortable for him that way. I felt myself blush each time I caught myself looking; embarrassed that I would do such a thing, afraid someone might notice my interest. I found myself ashamed at times that I was looking at my own grandson in such a way. I told myself that I was just trying to confirm what it was I thought I saw. I kept telling myself that I must have been mistaken, that there was no way that &#034My little man&#034 could have ...
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