Paul and Anna, a Love Story
Copyright© 2026 by A Vulgar Man
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - This is the story of Paul and Anna, how they met and how they fell in love.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Grand Parent Anal Sex Oral Sex
The line of thunderstorms had passed, leaving the air washed clean. The power was still out, the only light was from the full moon, playing hide and seek with the city as clouds drifted in front of it.
There was a spate of hammering, which quickly tapered off and died, as people boarded up their broken windows, and the silence of the night once again ruled the streets. The big house with the wide, deep front porch was quiet, one of the second floor windows faintly lit by candlelight.
Paul was lying on Anna, comfortably cradled on her wide hips between her round, firm thighs, her legs tangled with his. His hard muscular belly was on her soft, more gently rounded stomach, his deep chest flattening her plush tits.
They were kissing, Anna’s hands splayed across the back of his head, her fingers gently massaging his scalp as their tongues dueled in their mouths. He broke their kiss, his mouth going to her throat, his lips nibbling along the line of her jaw to her ear, her pussy softly contracting on his half-hard cock as he tongued the soft, sensitive skin.
He moved to roll off her and her arms tightened. “No,” she whispered softly, “Stay on me, darling. I love the way you feel on me.”
He settled back and braced himself up with his elbows, smiling down at the lush-bodied sixteen year old. “I love it too, babe. But nature is calling.” He leaned down and brushed her pouty lips with his. “I gotta go.”
She undulated gently under him and squeezed his softening cock with her cunt, and he sighed with pleasure as the soft tube massaged him. “Wanna change your mind?” she giggled.
“I wish I could. But my teeth are floating.” He pushed himself up on his hands, grinding his hips against her. “I’ll be right back.” His head dipped and he licked her erect nipple, and then rolled off her and to his feet. He stood beside the bed and looked down at her, his eyes taking in her tousled hair, her sweat-dampened breasts and belly and the matted hair at the top of her thighs.
“Jesus Christ, but you’re beautiful!” he said softly.
She rolled to her side, her head propped up on her arm, her position emphasizing the swell of her womanly hips and the indent of her waist. She cupped her heavy breast in her hand, her fingers gently rolling the thick nipple. “And it’s all for you, darling,” she smiled. “Anything you want...”
“Oh Jesus...” He tore his eyes away from her salacious display and went into the bathroom, taking the candle with him. He stood in front of the toilet, set the candle down and lifted the seat. He leaned against the wall, bracing himself with one arm and cut loose, sighing as his stream sizzled into the water. He jumped a little as a pair of soft arms came around his body and she took a hold of his cock, her head under his braced arm, and drew little circles in the water with his stream.
“Jesus!” she said, twenty seconds later, as his stream began to weaken. “You must have a bladder sized to go with your great big, beautiful cock!”
He laughed and wrapped his arm around her, cupping her luscious tit as she delicately shook the last few drops from his prick. “It has to be big,” he explained, “To go with these beautiful jugs.”
She plastered herself against him, pulling his head down to hers with one hand and kissing him while she squeezed his cock with the other hand. Moments later, he smiled down at her and turned on the shower, turning to adjust the temperature. She dropped to her knees and lifted his half hard cock, ducking her head and kissed his balls, laving the wrinkled sack with her tongue and sucking it into her mouth, bathing his nuts in her hot mouth.
Paul gasped and looked down at the tenth grade girl as she spat out his balls and plunged her mouth down over the eight-inch length of his hard cock, moaning as his bloated cock head slid effortlessly into her throat. She didn’t stop until her lips were pressed against his belly, and then, her mouth still stuffed with his rod, stuck out her agile tongue and licked his balls. He moaned as she began to fuck him with her mouth, her face bobbing up and down the fearsome length of his cock as her fingers tickled his balls.
“Oh Jesus!” he groaned, as her expert ministrations brought him swiftly to the brink, his body stiffening as his balls drew up, ready to orgasm. And the she stopped, his rigid cock trembling as he fought down the urge to cum. She jumped to her feet and giving him a mischievous grin, leaned over and pushed the little lever that shut off the shower and diverted the water to the spout. She pulled the knob that closed the drain and as the hot water thundered into the tub, she opened the cabinet under the sink and took out a bottle of bubble bath soap, adding a liberal amount to the rapidly filling tub.
He shakily sat on the toilet, watching her as she quickly gathered her long thick mop of hair on top of her head and fastened it there with a couple of those clip-on things that women always seemed to wear in their hair, stirred the soapy water briskly with her hand and stepped into the tub, standing there and looking at him.
“You gonna join me, stud?” she asked as she knelt down and splashed soapy water over her breasts, caressing the heavy globes with her hands.
Paul stood and looked down at her as she tweaked her nipples, looking at his throbbing cock with hungry eyes. He stepped into the tub behind her and sat down, pulling her back onto his lap, one hand guiding his erect cock to her reddened labia and impaling her deeply as her ass settled onto his hips. He leaned back against the sloping back wall of the deep old tub and she sprawled out on his chest, moaning as his cock stretched her pussy and his hands found her soapy, up thrust breasts. She turned her head to the side and they kissed, the sixteen year old gasping into his mouth as one of his hands left her heaving tits and cupped her pussy, his thumb strumming her swollen clit.
“Ohh, yeah!” the girl sighed softly, laying back on him, her head pillowed on his broad shoulder. “I just love the way your big cock fills me up!”
“Me too.” Paul admitted, his big hands wandering over her lush body. “You’ve got the snuggest, tightest little box I’ve ever had.” They lay quietly for a few minutes, until Anna sat up and shut off the water and settled back onto him, sighing with pleasure as the hot water flowed over her body, only their heads and the tips of her breasts out of the bubbles floating on top of the water.
“Where the hell did you find the bubble bath?” Paul asked lazily, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples.
“It was under the sink, way in the back. I found it when I was cleaning, looking for bathroom cleaner. It must have been your grandmother’s.”
“It smells like she did.” Paul said, fingering her clit again and smiling as she moaned. “I always loved the way she smelled, ever since I was a kid.”
“There’s a lot of her things under there, skin care stuff, body lotions and stuff like that. She must have taken good care of herself.” Anna said softly. “Didn’t you ever look under there?”
“Naw,” Paul said, “I always kept the cleaning stuff in the linen closet. Easier to get at.”
“She must have been beautiful.” Anna said wistfully. “It must have been nice, having a grandma and grandpa.”
“It was.” Paul said, remembering. “They were my step-grandparents, actually, my mother’s second husband’s parents. My dad died when I was 10 months old. I was almost two when mom married my stepdad. His parents took to me like I was their flesh and blood grandson.”
His hands stilled on her body as he remembered. “Grandpa and I always went fishing together, and grandma would always have lunch waiting for us when we got back. He died when I was thirteen, and I cried and cried. I still miss him.”
“I’m sorry.” Anna said quietly. “I didn’t mean to...”
“It’s ok.” Paul said quickly. “I got over it, with grandma’s help. We ... helped each other, really.”
“What was she like?”
“Grandma was a lot younger than grandpa, almost twenty years younger. She was fifty when he died and he was sixty-nine. He had a massive heart attack, he was dead before he hit the floor.”
Anna giggled. “Sounds like the men in your family go for the younger girls.”
Paul smiled. “I guess so. Anyway, she was fifty when he died, and still a very beautiful woman. I saw her a lot after he died, taking care of the house and the lawn and the car, stuff like that.” He sighed. “I was thirteen and I had a wicked crush on her.”
Anna turned her head and looked at Paul. “You had a crush on your grandma?”
Paul looked at her, his cock softening slightly. “Yeah. Sick, huh?”
“No.” Anna said softly. “No, I don’t think so. Most young boys have a crush on a family member at one time or another.” Paul stared at her. “I read it somewhere.” she said, answering his unasked question.
“That must have been some book!” Paul said, smiling.
“It was ‘Human Sexuality Through The Ages’, or something like that. Did your grandma know you had a crush on her?”
Paul blushed. “Yeah, she did.”
“What’d she do?”
“She umm, she...” Paul blushed more violently.
“Oh my!” Anna said and sat up. She turned around, pivoting on his rapidly softening cock and faced him in the flickering light of the candle, still sitting on his lap. “She took you to bed, didn’t she.” Anna said softly.
Paul glanced at her guiltily and nodded, his face brick red. “Yeah.” he admitted slowly. “When I was sixteen.”
Anna looked at him, compassion in her eyes. “Did she ... rape you?”
“What? No! No, not at all!” Paul said vehemently, defending his grandma. “It was a dream come true for me!”
Anna leaned down and kissed him swiftly, and sat back up. “You wanna talk about it? It obviously turns you on.” Her pussy fluttered around his cock, which was once more as hard as a brick.
“You don’t think its sick? A grandson fucking his grandmother?” Paul asked slowly.
“Did you feel abused?” Anna asked gently. “Did you hate her, afterwards?”
“Oh God, no.” Paul said. “It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, back then. I loved it!” Anna’s cunt contracted around his cock and she shivered. Paul looked at her, the light dawning in his eyes. “It turns you on too, doesn’t it?” He slowly smiled as Anna blushed and nodded.
“I won’t lie to you.” she said quietly. She looked at him, her eyes glittering. “The thought of you fucking your grandmother, even if she was only your step-grandma is making me hot. It’s so ... nasty, and sweet, at the same time. You know? What was her name?” She got to her knees and rose up on his cock and then sank back down on it, just barely moving her hips. “Tell me about it!” she whispered. “Tell me how your grandma seduced you! Tell me about fucking your step-grandma!”
“Well,” Paul said slowly, remembering back seven years ago, “Her name was Sarah, but I never called her that. She was always Grandma, even when we were in bed together. I never heard that word ‘step’ from either one of them or my mother. It simply wasn’t a factor in my family.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Anyway, it started like this...”
It was a blisteringly hot and humid day and sixteen year old Paul had just finished mowing the lawn. He was soaked, his t-shirt plastered to his chest with sweat, the waistband of his cutoff jeans dark with it. He wheeled the mower over to the outside faucet, peeled off his shirt and picked up the hose. He quickly cleaned off the mower, blasting off the grass stuck to the underside of the mower deck and then turned the hose on himself, letting the cold water run over his head as he bent over.
He stood up straight a few moments later and put the mower away in the garage and then headed for the house and an ice-cold glass of lemonade. He was a handsome young man, almost six feet tall but slim and wiry, the broad chest and muscles he would have later in life just beginning to develop. He had a deep, even bronze tan, his crew cut blond hair bleached almost white by hours in the sun on the beach.
He was currently between girlfriends, his last girl having dumped him for an older guy, a eighteen year old with his own car. He had known he was going to loose her, he couldn’t compete with a guy that had his own wheels. He was grateful to her though, she had been the first girl to jack him off, and she had let him see her boobs and play with them while he fingered her pussy under her panties.
The back door opened and his grandma smiled at him as he climbed the stairs, a sweating glass of lemonade in her hand. He went past her quickly into the cool, darkened house, taking the lemonade as he passed and quickly draining the glass as she shut the door.
“Well, my goodness!” she exclaimed as he refilled the glass from the pitcher sitting on the kitchen table. “You should have come in earlier if you were that thirsty, young man!” He smiled at the older woman standing by the door, her hands on her hips and a smile on her face as she gently scolded him. He drained that glass too, and grimaced in pain as he suffered what was commonly known as a brain freeze, pain flaring up in his temples as he chugged the ice-cold liquid. She laughed as he rubbed his head, and grinned sheepishly at her while the pain faded as quickly as it had come.
He dearly loved his grandmother and he considered her awesomely cool, for an old lady. She wasn’t all that old really, she was only fifty-one, but she looked at least eight years younger. Her pretty face was smooth and unwrinkled, except for the laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, and she had a thick mop of shoulder length auburn hair. It was the color of old mahogany and just starting to go gray at the temples. She was a slim woman, around five and a half feet tall and in very good shape. She was wearing a skirt that came down to mid-thigh on her shapely legs, and a relatively skimpy halter top, the thin material clinging to her high, firm, sweat-dampened breasts and showing off her gently rounded belly. Her waist was narrow, her hips trim, the flesh of her arms, belly, ass and legs firm and tight. She took good care of herself, working out every day. She looked good and she knew it, and that knowledge was reflected in the way she carried herself. Her posture was always perfect, chest out, belly in, shoulders back and always ramrod straight. Even at fifty-one, she got more than her share of whistles and stares from men of all ages.