My Grandpa’s House – Part 3

Washing my face, I came out of the room and saw nobody was in the living hall. I came to the front door and opened it. I walked to the backyard, and it was a long walk as the house was huge, and I found no one outside. I came to the back of the house.

I saw Ishani standing near a window and peeing inside the closed shutters. Seeing me, she placed a finger on her lips and gestured me not to speak. Wondering what she was seeing through the closed window, I stood on her left side.

I saw a small opening in the wooden window shutter through which she was peeping inside. My cock stirred in my briefs seeing Ishani stretching her upper to peep inside. Her breasts protruded out from the thin shirt material, with nipples poking out.

Stretching my right hand, I pulled her, holding her midriff and tried to kiss her on the lips. Pushing me away, she indicated me to look though another hole in the window shutters. Out of curiosity, I peeped through the small hole and to my surprise, it was Grandpa’s room.

He was lying on the bed with just a dhoti on his body. His big grey hairy chest was naked, and he was talking to someone in the room, and that person was not visible to me. I couldn’t hear the voice as all the wooden shutters were closed, and the fan was running at full speed.

“Who is the person inside? I can’t see the other person,” I whispered to Ishani, and she signalled me to wait. After a few seconds, I saw a lady coming into my view wearing a white saree. She sat on the bed near Grandpa’s thighs.

OMG, it was thundering thighs Mamata Aunty, wife of Raman’s Uncle, my Mom’s elder brother. She looked at my Grandpa, removed the Mangalsutra chain from her neck and placed it on the dresser table. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Mamata Aunty was bending and pushed Grandpa’s dhoti aside. I saw her fishing out Grandpa’s cock pushing the dhoti aside. My head spun when I saw Grandpa’s cock. It was a monster, one like a horse cock, not a human’s one. It was dark-skinned, about 10-12 long, and was very thick.

Mamata Aunty was holding it with two hands at the base. She was moving her hands up and down over the monster cock jerking Grandpa. First, I couldn’t digest seeing Mamata Aunty holding Grandpa’s cock and getting intimate with her Father-in-law.

Secondly, the monster cock of my 75-year-old Grandpa, who was paralyzed waist down. I wondered how a 75-year-old bedridden man could get an erection, and that, too, a monstrous one. I had seen such huge dicks only in porn, not in real life.

Ishani was not exaggerating when she said that she had seen bigger ones than my 8-inch cock. I was in a daze until I felt my shorts pulled down and my cock being gripped. I turned and saw Ishani jerking my cock and was smiling at me.

“Now, do you believe me? I will continue what I stopped in the attic. To make you cum. After your release, we will go. I don’t want someone catching us. I will explain everything later. Now see the show quietly and cum quickly while I jerk you,” Ishani urged and began jerking my cock faster.

I looked at her as she masturbated me with a wide smile on her face. She was not interested in watching the show as she had seen it a number of times. But her eyes were on my cock, which was dripping a lot of pre-cum. Not wanting to miss the live action, I peeped in again.

I saw Grandpa pulling the pallu down from Mamata Aunt’s shoulders, baring her white blouse. I could see her not wearing a bra. Her dark areolas and nipples were visible through the thin blouse material. Her naked fleshy tummy was a feast to the eyes.

Mamata Aunty pulled the saree knot near her navel and pushed the saree down to the floor from her body. She was in her white blouse and matching petticoat. Grandpa pulled the petticoat up, exposing her thunder thighs. He was moving his right hand on his daughter-in-law’s thighs.

I saw Mamata Aunty pushing the dhoti folds aside. She got up and sat on Grandpa’s thighs, lifting her petticoat to her tummy level. Keeping her feet on the bed, Mamata Aunty got up off Grandpa’s thighs. Her right hand is holding the monster, and her left hand is trying to keep her petticoat at her tummy level.

I saw her pussy clearly, which was hairy. She raised her hips, trying to make the monster cock head touch her hairy pussy. Keeping Grandpa’s cockhead at the entrance, Mamata Aunty lowered her hips down. I saw her pussy swallowing the monster very easily.

She was not forced but was voluntarily mating as she was smiling staring at her Father-in-law. Her face was consorted as she took Grandpa’s cock inside her inch by inch inside her. I saw her sighing in relief as she took the whole cock, mashing her pubic hairs with Grandpa’s grey ones.

The way her pussy swallowed the monster, I knew this was not the first time she was fucking her Father-in-law. Any new woman would have struggled to tackle that huge dick. I came to my senses when I felt my cock being sucked. I looked down and saw Ishani bending.

She was holding at the base of my cock, sucking it, and her free hand was fondling my balls. I saw her shirt open up at the top showing off her tiny tits inside the shirt. Seeing a 42-year-old married woman riding her 75-year father-in-law that too in midafternoon.

Then getting a blowjob from Ishani, who earlier refused to suck, was making me aroused more. Cupping and pressing my elder cousin sister’s tits, getting a wild blowjob from her, I peeped in again. Mamata’s Aunt’s blouse was now open, baring her B-cup breasts with big areolas with erect nipples.

Difference between Ishani and Mamata Aunt’s tits was only the areolas. Ishani had small areolas and pointy nipples. Mamata Aunt’s nipples were thick and a bit long. Maybe it was good she was sucked if she had milk in them, I wondered.

Grandpa’s hands were moving all over Mamata Aunt’s body. He was caressing her tits and her tummy while she rode him like a woman possessed. I saw his big palm at the top of her pussy, thick fingers prodding her clit. I saw Grandpa’s cock shining with cum smeared as it moved in and out of Mamata Aunt’s pussy.

I knew she was enjoying herself while she pleasured her Father-in-law with devotion. Her feet were firmly placed on the bed, fleshy thighs grazing Grandpa’s hairy thighs as she rode him. Mamata Aunt’s body was sweating a lot despite the fan running at full speed.

Grandpa was coolly lying on the bed, enjoying the ride given by his daughter-in-law. His right hand was triggering her clit nonstop while his left hand was moving all over her tits and fleshy tummy. Mamata Aunty fucked Grandpa for almost 30 minutes.

I wondered how Grandpa could keep his cock erect for so long despite being paralyzed. All this while Ishani was sucking me, trying to make me cum. I was nowhere close to cumming. Frustrated, I saw her taking her mouth off my cock and stood up, holding my cock in her hand.

“Are you not going to cum, Rahul? My mouth is aching for sucking you so long. I am horny too. Please fuck me with your fingers like you did in the attic,” Ishani whispered, lifting her skirt and baring her thighs, not bothering to peep in the other hole.

I knew her pussy was up for grabs and wanted to take her right there in the open. But I hesitated. I wanted to fuck and enjoy her body leisurely in a closed room, not bothering about getting caught. She took my right hand and placed it over her mound.

I was not surprised to feel her pussy dripping. I inserted my middle finger in her and began to finger fuck her. Ishani began to moan softly as my finger moved in and out of her moist pussy effortlessly. She sucked my nipples, began to jerk my cock while I finger fucked her.

Not wanting to miss the real action inside, I peeped in again. Now Mamata Aunty had lowered her body, resting on Grandpa’s body. Her face, close to Grandpa’s nipples, was sucking it. Her ass was moving up and down, still busy pleasuring her father-in-law’s cock.

This is where Ishani got the idea of sucking my nipples, I thought. I found it weird when she sucked my tiny nipples but was enjoying her warm mouth. Mamata Aunt’s ass was moving up and down as she fucked Grandpa in small slow strokes.

I saw her blouse wet with sweat, and her petticoat was bunched up at her wide hips. Grandpa was holding her head, urging her to suck his nipples. His hips moved up, trying to fuck back his daughter-in-law. I wondered how Grandpa would have fucked before his stroke.

I felt pity for my Grandma, who had to satisfy this giant cock for so long. This was a sight out of porn, a MILF being taken by an elder, mature man. I saw Grandpa’s both hands at Mamata Aunt’s hips, trying to lift her and began to thrust his cock inside her from the bottom.

He was fucking her in long strokes while Aunty was still as her father-in-law fucked her mindlessly. He gave a few powerful strokes from under and pressed her big buttocks down. I saw a sign of relief on Mamata’s Aunt’s face and knew Grandpa was shooting inside her.

Both stayed still for a few seconds. Mamata Aunty got off Grandpa’s thighs and sat beside him. Both were talking now, which I was not able to hear. I saw her wiping Grandpa’s cock clean using her petticoat. But I saw the godamn monster was still 8 inches long despite cumming just now.

Mamata Aunty got off the bed, petticoat falling back to its place, hiding her womanhood. She was speaking with Grandpa while hooking up her blouse. Mamata Aunty wore the saree, tucked Grandpa’s dhoti properly hiding the tool which pleasured her just now and walked out of the room.

I saw Grandpa sleeping soundly after getting fucked by his elder daughter-in-law.

I pulled my finger from Ishani’s cunt and whispered, “Come, let’s go. The show is over.”

Ishani, pulling her skirt properly, whispered back, “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yes. Very much,” I said, and we walked back.

“Did you like how Mamata Aunty took Grandpa? Would you like to fuck her or me if you get the chance,” Ishani asked me holding my hand and pressing her finger to my palm.

“To be honest, I don’t know. I never knew Mamata Aunty would be so wild in bed. I found her so affectionate and motherly when I met her. My God, she looked so hot when she took Grandpa. I don’t mind if she rides me like she rode Grandpa,” I said, pressing her palm.

“Motherfucker. Wait till you see your busty Swapan Aunty servicing Grandpa. Swapna Aunty is more hot and wilder than Mamata Aunty. She is like a wild cat in bed. You have to see it to believe it. If you are lucky, you will get to see her in action tonight itself,” Ishani said as we walked to the front door.

“Oh, No. Swapna Aunty, too. I can’t fucking believe this. Do their husbands know about this?” I asked her.

“Keep your voice down. They know but have turned a blind eye because of the property. They don’t mind their wives servicing their father as long as they get the lion’s share in the property. Keep this secret with you. Don’t tell your Mom. She won’t get a penny from her dad as she eloped with your dad and got married,” Ishani said, leaving my hand as we walked inside the house.

Just for the sake of the property, daughters-in-law are getting fucked by their Father-in-law under their husband’s noses. “What about Uncle’s? Are they not able to satisfy their wives?” I asked her hush tone.

“Duffer, they have kids, and I think it’s their own not from Grandpa. It started 10 years back after Grandma died. I don’t know when and how it happened, but it has become routine now. One comes in the afternoon and another one in the night,” Ishani whispered.

“So uncles are deprived of sex from their wives,” I said.

“They are much more hopeless than their father. They come to our house only for food. They stay in farmhouses and fuck our labour wives and their daughters in the afternoon and night. I doubt they are having sex with their wives,” Ishani whispered.

We were now sitting on the living room sofa, and the hall was empty. “You said one Aunt goes to Grandpa every night,” I asked her.

“You are too much. Whichever Aunt goes to Grandpa’s room in the night relieves him by fucking or sucking. They stay there for an hour or so and go back to their room. The main thing is Grandpa needs to fuck twice a day, but he won’t touch labour wives or daughters like his sons. I have a feeling my sister Nandini is also involved. I saw her going to Grandpa’s room once, but I am not sure. She got married 3 years back and had a cute baby. I feel it’s happening with her after her marriage, as her husband is in the Gulf. She might be doing it for property’s sake. Go to your room and sleep. You might get lucky tonight if your busty Swapna Aunty goes to Grandpa’s room or maybe my sister Nandini,” Ishani said, getting up.

I, too, stood up and asked,” Have you ever…….” And stopped. Ishani stood frozen, hearing me.

Giving me a tight slap across my cheek, she said, “If that is the case, would I have allowed you to see what is happening in our house? Do you think I can take that monster in me? I come here only during my vacations, see the live sex fucking and finger myself. Today, I shamelessly asked you to finger me as I got tired of seeing this wild sex. Thanks for helping me twice today and I won’t ask for it again. If I want pleasure, I can ask Rohit, who is eagerly waiting for my nod. Maybe you will be a loser, and Rohit will be the lucky boy,” Saying Ishani dashed to her room without looking back at me.

Did I make a mistake asking her? I wondered and walked to my room to get some sleep. But couldn’t sleep with a raging hard-on troubling in my shorts. I don’t know when sleep took over me. When I got up, it was already dark. I looked at the mobile and saw the time was 6.30 pm.

My cock had lost its hardness. I went to the washroom and took a hot bath. I came out, wore a T-shirt and track pants and came out to the living room. I saw cousins playing carom, and I sat watching the news on the TV. Ishani came and sat on the single sofa adjacent to mine.

She didn’t look at me and got busy watching TV. As I was glancing at her and watching TV, I felt someone standing before me and looked up. I jumped when I saw Mamata Aunty standing before me with a cup in her hand.

“It’s coffee, Rahul. If you like, I will bring tea or milk,” Mamata Aunty said, handing me the cup. Mamata Aunty was dressed in the same white saree that she was wearing in Grandpa’s room while she rode him. I could smell sex emitting from her body.

Her plump half, naked body came before my eyes. Now she was standing inches before me, showing off her naked tummy flesh folds, which her pallu was not covering. I felt like kissing her naked stomach skin below her blouse and above her saree.

“No coffee is fine, Aunty,” I stammered and took the cup from her hand.

“Are you not feeling well, Rahul,” Mamata Aunty asked me, placing the back of her hand on my forehead and near my neck to check my temperature in a motherly way.

“No, I am ok, Aunty,” I said, resting my back on the sofa and taking her warm hand from my body. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Ishani smiling and mouthing, ‘Fuck her!’ Keeping her tongue out of her lips, she mouthed again, ‘kiss her tummy!’

I was taken aback at her bold suggestion when Mamata Aunty was standing right in front of me. Mamata Aunty turned and walked back to the kitchen, wriggling her huge buttocks at me. I stared at her big ass, moving without any panty support. The white saree was showing off her petticoat folds.

I sipped the hot coffee and saw Ishani walking towards me. She sat beside me and, leaning, whispered, “Why didn’t you ask her to feed milk from her tits instead. The way you were staring at her tummy, I thought you were going to kiss her on the stomach. Shall I send her to your room later in the night? Anyway, she finished her duty with Grandpa in the afternoon. Swapna Aunty may go to service Grandpa’s monster.”

“Yeah, why not. You can come and watch the show closely,” I said, sipping the coffee.

“I thought you were going to invite me, bastard. But you want Aunty,” Ishani said and hit me on my crotch lightly.

“Chill, horny girl. We will do it before I leave,” I said.

“What are you going to do before you leave, Rahul?” I heard Swapna’s Aunt’s voice and saw her coming out of the kitchen, wiping her hands using the pallu edge.

Ishani and I got frightened hearing Swapna Aunty. Did she hear us talking? Swapna Aunty came towards us and stood before us. I looked at Ishani, who was smiling and turned back to see Swapna’s Aunt’s tummy at my eye level. She didn’t have much flesh on her stomach like Mamata Aunty.

It was flat but fleshy, and I saw her navel winking at me, which was just above her saree.

“Sister and brother have got close in just a few days. It’s very nice to see you bonding with your cousins so easily, Rahul,” Swapna Aunty spoke, and I looked up at her. She sat between me and Ishani, and her thighs brushed against mine and Ishani’s.

My body shivered when I felt her thighs warm to mine. I lifted the coffee cup to my lips to avoid answering her. But my right arm brushed against her left breast as she was sitting to my right. I felt her spongy breasts through my arm, trying to pull back.

But she leaned against my arm, pushing her breast to my shivering arm. I saw Ishani, who was sitting at Swapna Aunt’s right side, pushing her against me, making Aunty fall on me. I kept my arm still. The elbow was pressing Swapna Aunt’s big boobs.

But Swapna Aunty didn’t pull back even though my elbow was dangerously testing her breast softness.

“Mama asked you to come to his room by 7.30, Rahul,” Swapna Aunty said and got up. I was relieved. I would have got caught as my cock had made a tent in my track pant.

“What for Aunty?” Ishani asked.

“You know your Grandpa’s daily routine, Isha. Maybe Mama wants to have a few drinks with his favourite Grandson before he leaves. Be careful, Rahul, don’t drink whiskey, ask for beer or wine only if you are ok drinking it. Ok, I need to go,” said Swapna Aunty walked, waving her ass at us.

Ishani was giggling, seeing Swapna Aunty walking back to the kitchen. “Why are you laughing, Ishani,” I asked angrily. She caused me discomfort by pushing her Aunt towards me, catching me off uard.

“I am wondering why Grandpa asked you to come. I know he drinks daily at 7.30 and has dinner by 8.30. Then he starts fucking one of his daughters-in-law by 9 and finishes by 10, and sends them back. I am curious why Grandpa is breaking his routine and inviting you tonight. Maybe he got tired by fucking Mamata Aunty in the afternoon. His cock must be flaccid, not able to get it hard,” Ishani whispered and laughed.

“Stop Ishani. We both know Grandpa can fuck even with his flaccid cock and satisfy a woman. Even I am curious why he asked me to come,” I said.

“We both will know by 8. Now relax. You will have a wonderful time drinking Grandpa’s blue-label whiskey,” Ishani said and got up.

“Are you going to peep at us while I am inside Grandpa’s room,” I asked, alarmed.

“Sure, why not? I may get to see something erotic tonight,” said Ishani, walking away and winking at me.

Continued in the next part.

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