Real Affectionate Grandma
Copyright© 2025 by satabdi
Chapter 1
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Love, romance and affection of a great celeb family
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Blackmail Consensual Romantic BiSexual Celebrity Slut Wife Mother Son Daughter Grand Parent Group Sex Indian Male Indian Female Double Penetration Voyeurism Indian Erotica
Characters:-
1. Mrs. Nirupama Kolhapure: 57 yrs, Former film-actress, Now eminent Screen-play Writer,
2. Monishankar Kolhapure: 58 yrs, Husband of Nirupama’s, Film-Director,
3. Padmini ( Kolhapure ) Sharma: 38 yrs, Hindi film-actress, Eldest daughter of Nirupamadevi,
4. Pradeep Sharma: 40 yrs, Padmini’s Husband, Cameraman,
5. Priyank Sharma: 18 yrs, Padmini’s Son, Promising Actor,
6. Shobha Barman: 21 yrs, Maid of Nirupamadevi,
7. Mangesh Barman: 25 yrs, Driver cum Gardener of Nirupamadevi, Shobha’s husband,
8. Rocky: Pet Dog of Mrs. Kolhapure.
“Ohhhhhh ... fuck ... fuck me hard!’ Shobha screamed into the pillow.
The gentle squeaking of the springs in the bed increased as Priyank slammed harder into her tight young pussy. He could feel his balls contracting and his dick throbbing ... he knew he was close to cumming.
“Faster Dadababu, fasterrrrrr...!” The maid pleaded. “I’m, I’m cummmmmiiiigggg...”
Shobha moaned into the pillow as Priyank grabbed her hip with one hand and a fistful of her hair with the other and pulled her ass against his loin ... matching with his forward thrusts. The headboard slammed against the wall ... creating a booming sound throughout the room ... alternating with the sharp slaps of her ass against his pelvis. Sweat rolled down the sides of his face and dripped onto the small of her back. The tingling sensation began in his feet and quickly shot through his thighs as his cock throbbed inside of her wet cunt.
“Fuck yeah Shobhadi ... I’m going to shoot my cum all over your ass” He growled through his gritted teeth.
“Do it Dadababu!” The married maid groaned excitedly.
Just as he took out his stiff pussy-juices coated glistening rod from her clenching pussy and he was ready to shoot, the door to his bedroom flung open. With a sudden shock he turned his head towards the open door and see his Grandma standing there in bursting eyes ... but he couldn’t help himself shooting his cum up the maid’s back and then trickle onto her heart shaped ass.
“What in God’s sake are you doing Shobha!” His strict grandmother Nirupamadevi screeched at the maid. “Get the hell outta my house you filthy slut!”
Shobha didn’t even bother to wipe the sticky cum off of her back as she crawled off the bed and gathered her clothes. Nirupamadevi almost jumped into the room and grasped her grandson’s hair in her hand, tightly. She pushed his head forward with enough force so that he fell onto the bed and rolled over. He could see the anger burning in her eyes. Her teeth were gritted and her hands clenched into fists of rage. He thought she was going to deck him.
“Is this what you do when I go to Church on Wednesday night?” She growled fiercely.
Priyank sat silent on his bed in utter shame, not knowing what the correct answer, or if there even was a accurate pretext to her question. His head swam in the confusion and he felt like he was falling down a deep pit that never had a bottom. His grandmother stood rigid and waited for his reply. For what seemed like hours, the room remained quiet. His cock hung limp ... wet with cum, still slowly oozing out of the tip, and she flashed angry stares at him.
“Get cleaned up boy, and we’ll talk about this when you’re done.” Nirupamadevi turned and slammed his bedroom door closed behind her.
Mrs. Nirupama Kolhapure and her husband Manishankar Kolhapure had been happily married for over forty years now. This well-known ‘Kolhapure Family’ was associated with the Hindi film-industry for a long time ... at least three decades ... like in film producing, directing, acting, script-writing, choreographing etc. The couple was now in their late fifties ( 57 & 58 ) and they had a below than average sex ... hardly once in a week. They had three daughters Padmini ( 38 ), Shivangi ( 36 ) & Tejaswini ( 34 ) and all were happily married ... leading a peaceful life with their husbands and children.
Nirupamadevi was small, only 5’2”, about 65 kgs ... and built very well for her small frame. She had always been a stay-at-home mother ... since her retirement from film-acting at the age of forty-eight. However she still now involved herself in her family business of film-making ... by writing Film-stories and scripts ... other times she decided to pass her times by reading several religious books of different authors.
Although her late parents belongs to an orthodox minded Hindu Family ... from her early childhood, she’d strongly felt the blessings of ‘Great Jesus Christ’ in her life. Yes, she was a Christian minded sober educated woman ... and all the family members highly respected her beliefs in ‘Jesus’ ... even tried to follow her extremely puritan life-style.
The family have a nice home in the suburbs where her husband Monishankar had made something of a hobby ... like gardening and plantings around the yard. He was a mid-level strong built Film-producer ... making mainly religious-minded Films ... highly influenced by his loving wife’s devotion to ‘Jesus’ and for that purpose he had to travel nationally most of the time.
Nirupamadevi had taken good care of herself and still manage to turn a head or two occasionally. A wrinkle ... here and there and some boob sag already started showing, but her husband still said, most twenty year old’s would envy what she had till now. Even she have had quite a few offers for extramarital affairs and the usual flirting ... mostly from younger ones, but she took her marriage vows seriously, and never had strayed.
The offers had gone fewer in course of time and in between, her sex drive hadn’t diminished a bit ... rather it was increased day by day. Sometimes she even thought to accept those offers and fulfill her perverted fantasies, but in the next moment, she prevented herself ... thinking about it’s leakage ... thereby ruining her image ... mostly her family’s reputation.
Since her three children had left her in an empty nest, she thought her desire had kicked in even more. Maybe she just had more time on her hands to wonder what she had missed in life ... needless to say she was often horny.
Her sex life had almost disappeared over the last few years as her husband’s traveling increased steadily. Now he had to spend at least twenty days of a month outside the town for the purpose of film-shooting ... which he enjoyed immensely. He looked extremely busy in consulting the story-plots with his actors, actresses, cameraman in detail before to take a perfect scene. Naturally he had the capability to present several hit films which made him famous in film-industry and financially affluent.
The change, though, had left Nirupamadevi largely alone, especially after her last child, Tejaswini’s leaving home who had married her co-star and now spending the time in raising her own children.
For a while, Nirupamadevi took the time to explore new hobbies and interests. She often found herself that she still craved something of a sex life and even when her husband returned from his outdoor shooting, he had little interest in it. She wondered he might be having affairs with his younger actresses while moving around the country so much. As she tried to fight with the thoughts of sex, she found herself thinking and wanting it more.
She was frustrated recently ... nothing seemed to be going right. Her husband had apparently lost interest in sex. She wondered just who he was fucking now. Was it that the new heroine Janhavi Kapoor ( Daughter of famous late actress Sridevi ) he had just contracted for his latest film? He seemed too eager to attend that two-week outdoor shooting session with that young actress at Goa.
Anyway, the morning after her husband was gone, she had to call the plumber to fix a leak. The five hundred rupees charge to fix a leaky faucet was bullshit. Then she had had a fight with her maid Shobha, after catching the young maid getting a thunderous fucking from her grandson.
She paused in front of the hall mirror to take a quick look at her body. She blew a strand of her dark hair out of her face and opened the short robe she was wearing.
‘Not too bad for an old woman.’ She thought.
Her tits sagged a slightly, plus a little pouch in her belly. No cellulite in her ass or lush thighs she noted. Then she blushed remembering the looks she got from her newly recruited young gardener cum driver Mongesh the other day. Very briefly, she wondered if she should seduce the young guy. No, better not even think of it, she must not step into an extramarital affair after rebuking her own grandson for commuting same type of adultery.
Suddenly Nirupamadevi had felt the unsatisfied need of fucking by her stud grandson Priyank ... noticing his huge cock pistoning in Shobha’s cunt the other day who started flirting with her very recently. Once she noticed it rubbing against her ass when they’d met at family gatherings just few days ago. Actually he had been grooming her since he first saw her completely naked few months ago when she was coming out from the bathroom after taking her evening shower.
From his early childhood, Priyank loved to spend his off-time at his Grandparent’s house. Although they belonged to a puritan Hindu Community, his Grandmother’s fascination in Christianity made almost all the family members to follow the Christian rituals and life-style. And so as a kid, she made him go to Church every Sunday, and even sometimes on Wednesday nights.
Of course, as he grew up and went through high school, he would only go to Church intermittently. Mostly because when she went to Church, he would invite Shobha or any of his other girlfriends over and they would fuck their brains out. Least to say, she was a very strict, religious woman, but she was also fair minded, which made him bearable to live with her.
Clean and dressed, he sighed heavily as he opened the door to his bedroom. The smell of coffee brewing emanated from the kitchen, and he could hear his Grandmother shuffling the glasses trying to get to the coffee cups behind them.
“So how long have you been having sex with Shobha?” Nirupamadevi asked in a serious but calm tone.