1. My Grandson Brian Part 1


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

    such a… …such a big penis. But, the more I tried to dismiss it, the more I dwelled on it and the more I needed to know. It had even gotten to the point where I’d found myself standing outside the bathroom door once with my hand on the knob ready to barge in with the intention of catching another quick look. I know how all this sounds. One night, I’d come in from a late dinner with the girls and found Brian asl**p on the couch in front of the TV in just a T-shirt and his boxers. I leaned over to wake him and tell him to go on up to bed. I was just about to tap him on the shoulder when my eyes drifted down to his boxers. I froze. Sticking out of the open fly was the head of Brian’s penis. It was about the size of a golf ball. My stomach flip-flopped. I covered my mouth with my fingers to muffle a gasp. I felt so silly, like a nasty little girl, standing there peeking at a boy’s privates. But never-the-less, I wanted to see more. I glanced up to make sure he was asl**p. I didn’t want to get caught gawking at my grandson’s dick again. This was nothing like barging in on someone in the bathroom. THIS would be hard to explain. I felt my stomach get all jittery as I shifted my attention back to my grandson’s privates. I took a deep breath to steady myself and resumed my investigation. I felt myself flush. I was pretty shocked at my reaction. I felt a little light headed as I realized this might finally be my chance to actually see it, All of it, and put this whole crazy, stupid ...
    thing to rest. Maybe it was the three Gin & Tonics I had at dinner, I don’t know, maybe the two shots of Jack. If not, it had to be the Jello shooters. Regardless... I had to keep myself from giggling like a school-girl. I bent over a little more and cocked my head to see if I could get a better look inside the slit of his underwear. It was no use; his boxers hid all but the tip. If I was going to see any more of it… …I was going to have to pull his fly open more. I should have realized how deep into this think I really was when “Opening his fly more to get a better look” was my answer to that particular problem instead of just waking him up, sending him to bed and going to bed myself. I looked to make sure he was asl**p. I bit my bottom lip and slowly extended a shaky index finger, moving it slowly towards my grandson’s fly. The closer my finger got, the more nervous I became. I couldn’t believe it. One more quick glance up before I carefully hooked my long fingernail in the slit of his boxers and gently, slowly, pulled open the small slit. My finger was so close to my grandson’s dick. Again, I had to stifle the urge to giggle. I moved my head a little to one side to allow the light from the table lamp to better light the area. I noticed that my hand was shaking quite a bit. I glanced up at Brian one more time. Still sl**ping. I could see inside his boxers a little better now. There it was; most of it anyway. “Jeeezzzz…” I whispered under my breath. I found myself comparing it ...
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