1. My Grandson Brian Part 1


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

    to his grandfather’s. Even soft, what I could see of it, was bigger than his grandfather’s had ever been hard. He was bigger then his father too. I did catch my son James Junior once when he was younger naked in his room and it was maybe smaller then his father (he was 16 at the time). I saw what looked to be every bit of at least five inches of my grandson’s penis. It looked nice and smooth and after all my efforts to confirm what I thought I’d seen more than 2 years earlier, I could now see that in fact, it had not been my imagination. His dick was freakishly big and very, very thick… …fat actually for his age. “…And it’s not even hard…” I remember saying. &#034My grandson has a fat dick&#034 I shook my head slowly, Part satisfaction part...Pride. Evidently I spoke kinda loud because suddenly Brian grunted and shifted his weight. As he turned, I pulled my hand back like the damn thing was gunna bite me. And when I did, I inadvertently slid my finger over my grandson’s penis. I was immediately aware of the contact. I quickly stood up, straight, rigid actually, and quickly stepped back from the couch with my hands to my mouth. I don’t know what was wrong with me. I was peeking in my grandson’s fly- STICKING MY FINGER IN IT WHILE HE SLEPT! – and for some reason, I was on the verge of giggling. My first thought should have been to run out of the living room and up to my room in case he woke up. Maybe call some kind of 24 hour HOT-LINE or a support group or something. Did they ...
    have support groups for grandmoms that poke at their grandk**’s underwear? Probably not. Anyway-All I thought about was, “I touched it!” I stood there trying to be quiet and still as Brian settled in with a long sign. I stood frozen, staring, for what seemed like a long time. As luck would have it, {Good luck? - Bad luck? - Dumb luck? - The jury was still out.} Brian’s penis had worked its way out through the fly of his boxers as he’d shifted positions. {I remember my mouth dropped open and I believe I might have stopped breathing for ten or fifteen minutes.} I could see almost all of it. There was no question. There was no need for anymore confirmation. It lay over to one side, maybe a little more than 6 inches and as fat around as a good sized banana...a very good sized banana. I couldn’t help but wonder, “What if it was hard?” For a split second, I started to think about how I could accomplish such a feat. I shook my head trying to shake the thought away and quickly took another step back to gather my wits. I couldn’t believe what I was thinking. Did I really want to see how big my 12 year old grandson’s dick would get? Did I really want to see my own grandson’s cock… …get hard? I wondered what I might be willing to do to make this happen. A hot flash washed over me as if I’d opened an oven door and I realized that I had to leave. Wow! It was somewhat sobering. I was ashamed of myself for the way I felt. After all, suppose he was to wake up and find that his hard penis was ...
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