[JoeWhite1]

As grandad walked towards the kitchen to wash my T-shirt and his boxer shorts in the washing machine, I suddenly realized that we were both naked. I had deliberately not worn any knickers because I had planned to bend over a lot so that grandad could catch sight of my bum, and he had only been wearing his boxers as the morning was quite warm. Now with both garments being wet, they needed to be washed.

Grandad had not said anything after he had shot his cum on my belly, but he had kissed me on the mouth as a man and not as my grandad. I knew then that he would not refuse to continue our exploration of each other’s bodies, and I was sure that he would be able to teach me a lot about sex and how to please him.

With that thought, I followed him to the washing machine just as he had finished starting the washing cycle to clean the two pieces of clothes that held the evidence of the erotic scene that had just ended with him cumming on me and then kissing me lovingly.

Taking a deep breath, I spoke as confidently as I could, knowing that we had already crossed a line, but that if I did not speak, maybe he would act as if nothing had happened.

“Did you like that, grandad?”

As I spoke, he turned away from the washing machine to face me, and that’s when I saw the evidence that he had indeed liked what we had done. He did not need to say anything because his cock had begun to harden at the sound of my voice and at the sight of my naked body.

Seeing his cock start to become hard made my nipples respond in a similar fashion. Now, we faced each other and we both gazed on the evidence that we liked what we saw. At the same time, our breathing became more ragged and shallower, and betrayed the fact that we were aroused by the sight of each other’s body.

“Liz,” said grandad, “we need to talk.”

I nodded my agreement and my body jolted as he took my hand and led me to the living room. There, he gestured that I should sit on the sofa, while he sat beside me on my right when I had sat where he had indicated.

“I know that this is strange, and that for many people what we have done is taboo, but I can’t help myself ever since that day in the garden on your birthday and…well…” his voice tailed off.

“I know grandad. I know that it should be wrong, but I loved how you made me feel, and I wanted to feel more, and just now I wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” My words came rushing out before he had a chance to continue.

“And you did, Liz. You made me feel so good. You can’t imagine how good you made me feel. Since my wife died, I never thought I’d feel such pleasure ever again, but just now with you, I felt so alive…so young again. Thank you, Liz. What you did was so marvellous and…” and once again his voice faltered and he stopped talking.

I was about to reply, but then I felt him shift his body slightly and his left thigh pressed against my right thigh. The touch of his naked skin on mine was enough to make me feel weak and horny at the same time.

I responded to his touch by leaning against his left arm, and then by resting my right hand on his left thigh. I was glad to see that he did not try to remove my hand and that his cock had twitched at my touch.

Becoming more bold, I slid my hand up his thigh until I was once more just touching the foreskin of his cock. He sighed and leaned back against the cushions of the sofa, closed his eyes and his mouth opened as I gently began to rub my hand up and down on his shaft.

However, the previous time, just a short time ago, was the only time I had ever held a cock in my hand, and it was such a new experience that I was uncertain if I might hurt him or if I was wanking him in a way that would please him.

I need not have worried, as grandad’s left hand moved to cover my right hand rubbing slowly up and down on his shaft. Then he whispered, “like this,” as he squeezed my hand slightly and moved it down so that the foreskin was uncovered. Then, he moved my hand upwards again so that the foreskin covered the bulging red head of his cock.

I soon got the idea that I needed to apply a little pressure and also uncover and cover his cock head again with his foreskin. As I did this, I was interested to feel how soft yet hard his cock was, and how a little liquid oozed out of the hole in the top of his cock. Although I had led a very sheltered and controlled life when I was growing up, I had received the obligatory sex education lessons in secondary school, so I knew the mechanics of sex, and I also knew that people called this liquid pre-cum. This pre-cum liquid made it easy to slide the foreskin up and down, and I was obviously doing the right thing because grandad moaned softly and breathed harder as I wanked him.

“A little faster,” he whispered still with his eyes closed. I obeyed, and my pace was rewarded with increased moans and heavier breathing.

On one level, I was aroused by the sight of his cock head disappearing and appearing as I wanked him; by the sound of his moans and heavy breathing; and by the liquid pre-cum seeping from the hole at the top of his cock. On another level, I was intrigued that I had such control over him that with just the motion of my hand I was able to deliver him so much pleasure.

Grandad spread his legs wider which allowed his cock to stand up more and to reveal his hairy balls.

“Touch me there,” grandad ordered. “But be gentle, this is a very sensitive part of a man’s body.”

I was almost afraid to do as he asked, but twisting around slightly, I reached across with my left hand and placed it on the two eggs resting between his open legs. The sensation was novel to me as I could feel them move slightly inside their sac of skin.

“Just caress them gently as you stroke me” grandad said.

So that is what I did, and I was rewarded with increasing sounds of his arousal.

I knew that this meant that he was about to cum, and I wanted to see what it looked like as he squirted his sperm, so I bent my head slightly so that I could see better. My position was a bit awkward, with my right hand tugging up and down on his cock, my left hand caressing his balls, and my head twisted to look at him cumming.

Then, suddenly, and without warning apart from a groan, grandad shot a rope of white cum straight upwards, followed by two more weaker spurts. But because of my posture and the way that my face was hovering over his cock in order to watch as he cummed, I caught the full blast of his sperm on my face. Of course, as the first jet of cum shot out of the hole in the top of his cock head, I automatically reacted and my reflexes kicked in, so I closed my eyes. Luckily, I did so as the jet of cum hit me somewhere on the bridge of my nose, and if my eyes had been open, I’m sure some would have gone into my eyes with painful results.

Now with his cum dripping down my face, I poked out my tongue and tentatively licked. I had thought that cum would taste disgusting, but I was wrong. Instead, it just tasted a little salty, but it was not unpleasant. It felt a little sticky, but I did not mind.

As soon as it was safe to open my eyes, I looked at grandad and smiled. My right hand was still grasping his now deflated cock and my left hand still clutched his balls gently. The whole tableau was like some scene from an art class exam where the students had to paint the scene as accurately as possible. Impossible to catch the emotions and the connection that existed in that moment between my grandad and me.

Grandad broke the spell. He grunted ‘let’s get you cleaned up.”

However, that was the last thing I wanted to do. Instead, I wanted to sit and savour the moment – to relive what had just happened because I knew that now we would never be able to turn back the clock.

We had opened the floodgates of sex and there could only be new avenues to explore, and new heights to scale. We had lost our innocence – we were no longer connected only by blood. Now we were connected by lust, and lust would have to be satisfied.