With Love, Beth
Copyright© 2025 by Tarl Cabot
Chapter 3: You’re Such a Perverted Grandpa
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3: You’re Such a Perverted Grandpa - Charles never expected to become involved romantically with his Grand Daughter.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Grand Parent Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Small Breasts Slow
The next morning, Charles woke up before the sun had even begun to peek over the horizon. He knew what he was going to do, and he was prepared for the confrontation. All the windows were shaded, and the doors were locked, creating a private, intimate space for the encounter he anticipated.
He settled into his recliner, completely naked, a cup of coffee in one hand and his semi-hard cock in the other. His member was impressive, fully 8 inches long and 2 1/2 inches thick, a testament to his virility and the intensity of his desire. In front of the chair, he had placed a cloth mat and a small table with a bottle of water and a jar of lubricant, anticipating the events to come.
Charles sat and waited, his mind racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He knew that Beth would eventually emerge from her room, and he was determined to confront her, to address the teasing and the unspoken desires that had been building between them.
When Beth finally walked out, totally naked as she had the last few mornings, she stopped short at the sight of Charles in his chair. Her eyes widened, and she stared dumbly at his massive erection, her mouth agape. Charles set down his coffee and stood up, his cock pointing straight at her, a clear and unmistakable invitation.
“Is this what you’ve been after, Beth?” he asked, his voice steady and commanding. “Is this what you’ve been teasing me about?”
Beth muttered something inaudible, her gaze locked on his member, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and desire. Charles directed her to drink the water he had left out and to sit cross-legged on the mat. He stood only inches from her, the head of his cock inches from her face, his presence dominating the space.
“Drink the water, Beth,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. “And while you do, take a good look at my cock. I want you to see what you’ve been playing with.”
Beth reached for the bottle of water, her hands trembling slightly as she brought it to her lips. She took a sip, her eyes never leaving Charles’ member. He could see the mix of curiosity and desire in her gaze, and it only served to heighten his own arousal.
“Now, I want you to masturbate while you drink,” Charles continued, his voice low and commanding. “I want to see you touch yourself, to see how wet you get for me.”
Beth’s breath hitched, and she set the bottle of water down, her hands moving to her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples. Charles watched, his cock throbbing with anticipation, as Beth began to pleasure herself, her eyes locked on his member, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.
The room was filled with the sound of her soft moans and the scent of her arousal, a heady mix that only served to intensify Charles’ desire. He knew that this was just the beginning, that the true test of their desires and boundaries was yet to come. But for now, he allowed himself to savor the moment, to revel in the intimacy and the unspoken promises that hung in the air.
After several minutes of intense self-pleasure, Beth’s focus began to waver. Her eyes glazed over, and her body rocked and bucked with increasing urgency until, with a final, shuddering gasp, she orgasmed. Her release was powerful, and she squirted onto the mat, her fluids mixing with the water she had drunk, creating a wet, glistening mess.
As the waves of her orgasm subsided, Beth became self-conscious, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She began to cry, her sobs racking her body as she apologized for making a mess. “I’m so sorry, Grandpa,” she whispered, her voice choked with tears. “I didn’t mean to—”
Charles pulled her to her feet, his strong arms enveloping her in a tight hug. He held her close, his chest pressed against hers, and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart. “Shh, it’s okay, Beth,” he murmured, his voice soothing and reassuring. “I expected this. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze, and then he took her mouth in a full, deep kiss. His lips were firm and demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched his desire. Beth melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressing against his.
When they finally broke apart, Beth sobbed against his chest, her tears soaking into his skin. Charles began to play with her body, his hands roaming over her curves with a sense of ownership and possession. He caressed her buttocks, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and he pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until they were hard and erect.
Beth bucked against his hand as he began to finger her pussy, her hips moving in time with his strokes. He could feel her wetness, her arousal coating his fingers, and it only served to heighten his own desire. He knew that he needed to take her, to claim her in a way that would leave no doubt about their connection.