Andy - Fucked by Grandpa, while eating Mom's pussy

Andy , 14 yo, discovers she's not the only one wanting to make Pops' last month memorable. Mom and daughter give Grandpa the perfect send-off.

Disclaimer: Welcome to a world where forbidden desire is the only rule. This story is part of a collection where all lines are meant to be crossed. If you keep reading, you're already on the other side.
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The house was quiet, a fragile peace broken only by the ticking of the kitchen clock. Andy’s mom, Sarah, stared at the cold coffee in her mug, the compliment from Pops replaying in her mind. “You’re a beautiful woman, Sarah. A real knockout.” He’d said it yesterday, his old eyes lingering just a second too long. She’d brushed it off with a laugh, but the words had taken root. He was dying. The elderly man had been a rock for her, and her kids, since her husband passed. And he’d never asked for a thing.
Andy was out with friends. A whole night to herself. A whole night to think.
Decision made, she grabbed two beers from the fridge and walked next door. She knocked, then called out, “Pops? It’s just me, Sarah.”
He opened the door, surprised to see her. “Sarah! Everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine,” she said, holding up the beers. “Thought you might want some company and enjoy a cold one with me.”
His face lit up. He was happy to see her, happy to know Andy wasn’t coming over tonight. She was all his.
Inside, she cracked the beers. “I just wanted to thank you,” she began, her voice softer than she intended. “For everything. For being there for me and the kids.”
He waved a dismissive, wrinkled hand. “Ah, stop it. You’re the amazing one. You’ve raised those kids to be… special. They’re very special to me.”
She set the beers on his kitchen table. As she spoke, she took a step closer. “Do you think I’m beautiful, Pops? Truly?”
The question caught him off guard. He cleared his throat. “Sarah, you’re not just beautiful. You’re hot.”
A thrill shot through her. She closed the distance, stood on her toes, and kissed him. It was chaste, playful. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the hum of the fridge. His old eyes, clouded with shock and something else, searched hers. She saw the war there—the gentleman versus the dying man. She made the choice for him, leaning in again, this time letting her tongue trace the seam of his lips.
He tasted of beer and years of a lived life, a flavor both comforting and intoxicating. She pulled back, looked him in the eye. “There’s only one thing I can give you that’s worth anything,” she whispered. “Something you’ve been hinting you want.”
He blushed, looking away. “Now, Sarah… I apologize. Just an old man’s lust.”
She smiled, a slow, wicked smile. This time she kissed him hard, her tongue delving into his mouth. She stepped back, her hand boldly cupping the front of his trousers, feeling the rigid heat there. “Oh my,” she breathed. “Just what I need.” She turned and headed for his bedroom, peeling off her shirt as she walked. The cool air of the hall raised goosebumps on her skin, the sound of her jeans hitting the floor a soft, final thud.
He followed, horny, dumbfounded, and happier than he’d been in years.
In his bedroom, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and Aqua Velva. Sarah was naked by the time she reached the bed. He was on her in an instant, his hands surprisingly strong as they gripped her ass, his mouth devouring hers. It was a raw, almost bestial need that had been simmering since his wife passed, only reawakened by Andy a day ago. Now Sarah. He was a lucky dying old man.
He spun her around, bending her over the side of the bed. His hands weren't just strong; they were like weathered leather, gripping her hips with a lifetime of calloused certainty. He drove into her from behind with a guttural grunt, and every slam of his hips against her ass wasn't just a sound; it was a seismic event, a jolt that traveled up her spine and made her teeth rattle. Sarah cried out, her fingers digging into the quilt, the sheer force of him stealing her breath. He was an animal unleashed, taking her with a desperate, life-affirming fury fueled by the little blue pill he’d taken an hour ago, a final, desperate grasp at vitality.
He flipped her onto her back, climbing over her, his mouth finding a hardened nipple and sucking hard, his hips never ceasing their relentless pistoning.
“I’m close.. In or out?” The room was a symphony of grunts, the slick slap of skin on skin, and Sarah’s broken, breathy moans.
“I want to feel you – in!” she was barely able to respond.
He came with a shuddering roar, his body collapsing onto hers, a dead weight of sweat and satisfaction.
But he wasn’t done. After a moment, he kissed his way down her body, his beard rough against her soft skin. He settled between her thighs, pushing her legs wide. “Round two,” he said, and then his mouth was on her. He ate her like a starving man, his tongue a hot, rough blade that lapped and stabbed at her clit.
That’s when Andy walked in the back door. The movie had been a bore. She let herself in quietly, stopping dead when she saw some of her mom’s clothes scattered on the floor. Then she heard the noises. Wet, rhythmic sounds coming from Pops’s bedroom. The door was wide open.
She crept closer, her heart hammering. Her stomach dropped. A cold nausea rose in her throat, but it warred with a sudden, sharp heat that bloomed between her legs. Her own body was a traitor, responding with a visceral throb to the captivatng sight. Pops, his gray head buried between a woman’s legs. Then she heard it; her mother's voice, making sounds she'd never heard before, high and broken. And that is when reality struck.
She was watching them. Pops was on his knees at the foot of the bed, his face buried in her mom’s pussy. Sarah’s back was arched, her hands tangled in his hair as. Then Sarah rose up enough, her eyes fluttered open and saw her daughter standing there. A jolt of panic crossed her face, but before she could make a sound, Pops pumped two thick fingers deep inside her, curling them to rub her g-spot as he sucked her clit. Sarah’s eyes rolled back, a strangled moan escaping her lips. She closed her eyes, and forgot all about her daughter.
Andy felt a flood of wetness soak her panties. She was so hot, watching this. Pops felt a presence then glanced up, his eyes meeting Andy’s over just over his shoulder. The nod was slow, deliberate. It wasn't a question; it was a summons. In that single gesture, the world she knew fractured. The lines of right and wrong, of family and stranger, dissolved into a haze of raw, illicit possibility. Her heart hammered against her ribs, not with fear, but with a terrifying, exhilarating certainty.
Andy didn’t hesitate. She stripped off her clothes in a heartbeat, her teenage body flushed with desire. Pops pulled his mouth away from Sarah’s pussy but kept his fingers working inside her. Andy knelt on the bed, replacing his mouth with her own. She’d lost her virginity just five days ago in a frantic threesome with two college fresman, Ryan and Mike, but instinct was a roaring fire in her blood. The scent was overwhelming—her mom's scent, mixed with the salty, masculine tang of Pops. She lowered her head, and touched her tongue to her mother's clit. It was like an electric shock, a jolt of pure, forbidden life. She began to lick and suck in a rhythm that made her mom cry out. Andy then took over from Pops’s fingers, sliding her own smaller, slimmer ones into her mom’s slick heat.
Pops watched for a moment, his cock re-hardening into a thick, angry column. He moved to the side of the bed and gently pushed the head against Sarah’s mouth. Her eyes flew open in shock. She looked to see her daughter’s head between her legs, felt her daughter’s fingers inside her. The sight was so depraved, so perfect, that she came hard, a wave of ecstasy crashing through her. As she shuddered, she opened her mouth and took Pops’s cock, sucking him as her own daughter ate her pussy.
He let her suck him for a minute, then pulled away. He moved behind Andy, positioning himself at the fourteen-year-old’s glistening entrance. Before he slammed home, he looked at Sarah, his eyes seeking permission. Sarah, lost in a haze of pleasure and love, looked at the man who was about to fuck her daughter and nodded a slow, definitive yes.
Pops grabbed Andy’s hips and slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Andy cried out into her mother’s pussy, the sound vibrating against Sarah’s sensitive flesh. And then Pops was fucking her hard, a raw, kinetic piston, driving the fourteen-year-old’s face harder against her mother’s cunt with every powerful thrust, the three of them locked in a perfect, taboo rhythm.
He could feel his own climax building, a familiar tightening in his balls, but he wanted more. With a final, deep grunt, he pulled out of Andy’s tight heat, leaving her empty and whimpering. He collapsed onto his back on the bed, his chest heaving, his cock slick and angry, pointing straight at the ceiling.
Andy didn't need to be told. She scrambled over him, her small body straddling his hips. She reached down, guided the thick, mushroomed head of his cock to her entrance, and then sank down onto him, taking him deep inside her with a satisfied moan. She began to ride, her tight ass rolling in a hypnotic circle as she braced her hands on his chest, her small breasts bouncing with every movement.
Sarah watched, her own pussy still throbbing from her daughter's mouth. She saw Pops’s eager, waiting tongue and knew exactly what he wanted. She moved, straddling his face, and slowly lowered herself onto his mouth. His beard was a delicious, rough abrasion against her inner thighs as his tongue found her clit, licking and sucking with the same hungry energy he’d shown before.
The new position was a symphony of sensation. Sarah was looking down, watching her daughter ride the man who was eating her out. Andy looked up and saw her mother’s face, a mask of ecstasy, and leaned forward to capture a nipple in her mouth, sucking hard. Pops was lost in a heaven of flesh, his cock buried in a tight, teenage pussy while his mouth was filled with a mother’s sweet cunt. The room was filled with the wet sounds of licking and fucking, the smell of sweat and sex, and the moans of three people lost in a shared, forbidden bliss.
Later, after the three of them had orgasmed, then collapsed in a tangle of limbs, Andy quietly excused herself to the bathroom. She closed the door, her body still humming. She felt invigorated. Like a woman. She had given Pops the same gift she’d wished she could have given grandfather - in her mind, a final, forbidden memory. And she wanted more. The thought of it sent a fresh thrill through her. She grabbed her phone, her thumb hovering over Ryan’s contact. Her hand trembled slightly as she hit dial.
He answered on the second ring. “Andy? Hey it’s great to hear from you. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “I just… wanted to hear your voice.”
“Shit, I’m glad you called,” he said. “I was just thinking about you. About the other night. God, I miss your body already.”
She giggled, a warm blush spreading across her cheeks. “I miss you, too.” She took a shaky breath, plunging in. “So… are you busy tonight?”
“Not at all,” he said instantly. “I’m free. Why?”
“Is Mike available, too?” she asked, her voice dropping a little.
There was a pause on the other end. “He is. And damn, Andy, I’m happy you asked. You miss it already, huh?”
“Maybe a little,” she admitted, her bravado a thin shield over the fluttering in her stomach.
“Good,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Because I was thinking… what if we had a third person? I know the right guy. He’s cool, he’s discreet, and he knows how to respect a beautiful woman. He’d be… good for you.”
A thrill shot through her, sharp and dangerous. The thought of doing it again, of adding a new element to their little group, was intoxicating. A real challenge for a woman. She liked the sound of that. “Yeah?” she breathed. “Who is he?”
“Myles,” Ryan said. “From our English class? We’ve been talking about it. We hoped we’d hear from you.. And that you might be up for a new challenge.”
Andy’s breath hitched. Of course. Ryan was handsome, seemed quiet, but had an amazing cock. The one who had called her perfect.
“Let me think about it,” she said, though she already knew the answer.
“Alright,” Ryan said. “But don’t think too long. I’ll text you.”
She hung up the phone, her heart thumping a nervous, excited rhythm. She opened the bathroom door and went back to the bedroom.
Andy kissed them both as she left. “You two be good,” she whispered, a playful smirk on her lips.
Sarah decided to stay. She snuggled closer to Pops. “I’ve missed falling asleep with a man in my bed,” she murmured. “And I’ve really missed morning sex.”
Pops just smiled and pulled her closer. This worked out great for Andy. With her mom staying the night, she wouldn’t be home, which meant she wouldn’t have to sneak out for her rendezvous with Ryan, Mike, and Myles.

The air in Mike’s dorm room was thick with the smell of pizza, cheap beer, and anticipation. It was a large en-suite, and for tonight, it was their private kingdom. The other freshmen were out, leaving the four of them—Ryan, Mike, Myles, and Andy—to their own devices.
Andy sat on the edge of Mike’s bed, trying to look casual, but her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. This was it. This was what a woman did. She took what she wanted. And she pushed aside the reality – What the fuck are you doing? You’re fourteen.
Fuck it!
Mike started first, pulling her to her feet and kissing her hard, his hands already unbuttoning her jeans. Ryan came up behind her, his lips on her neck, his hands sliding under her shirt, making quick work of the bra before cupping her breasts. She moaned as his fingers molested her nipples. Myles watched for a moment, his dark eyes intense, before stepping forward. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
Andy’s eyes went wide, and a genuine, delighted laugh escaped her lips. It was huge, easily nine inches, thick and perfectly formed, a dark marvel of masculinity.
“Jesus, Myles!” Ryan groaned, shaking his head in mock despair. “You’re just perpetuating the legend, you fucking show-off!”
Myles just grinned, a slow, confident smirk. “Can’t help it if the good Lord blessed me.”
Andy didn’t need any more encouragement. She quickly shed the rest of her clothes to the delight of the boys. Who followed suit. She so wanted to feel that legend. She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs in invitation. “I’m taking this one first,” she breathed, her voice a little shaky, but her eyes locked on Myles with all the boldness she could muster.
He knelt between her thighs, not rushing. He rubbed the massive head of his cock against her slick folds, teasing her. He wasn't just big; he was a different species of cock. As he rubbed the head against her, it felt like a warm, velvet apple being pressed against her entrance. And how its girth stretched her.
“You sure, little girl?” he rasped.
She answered by grabbing his hips and pulling him forward. He pushed into her slowly, and it wasn't a simple stretch; it was a slow, intense burn, a delicious ache that made her feel every inch of her own tight, young body being remade to fit him. “Fuck,” she gasped, her back arching. “You’re so big.”
“God damn,” Myles groaned, his eyes rolling back as he sank deeper. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He began to move, a slow, powerful rhythm that made her whole body tremble. “I’ve come to love young teen pussy,” he grunted, his voice low and raw. “Can’t get enough. It’s like it was made just for me.” His words were filthy, a dark confession that only made Andy wetter.
Ryan and Mike weren't idle. Ryan knelt by her head, turning her face towards him and feeding his cock into her mouth. Mike knelt beside them, stroking himself as he watched Myles’s long, black cock disappear into Andy’s tight, pale pussy, the contrast a stark, erotic sight.
After a few minutes they switched positions with an unspoken, fluid rhythm. Ryan laid on his back, and Andy, after Myles finally pulled out, straddled him, sinking down onto his familiar cock. Mike moved behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and pressing his slick cock against her tight rear entrance. Andy cried out as he pushed into her, the double penetration a full, overwhelming stretch that stole her breath.
She was no longer a person. She was a vessel, a conduit for their pleasure. Ryan's cock in her cunt was a familiar, grounding pressure. Mike's in her ass was a sharp, intense stretch that bordered on pain. And now, as Myles stood before her and stroked his impressive, glistening cock, she was about to be completely filled. He tapped her lips, and Andy opened her mouth, letting him slide in. The raw, primal rhythm of their three bodies using hers made her mind go blank, replaced by pure sensation. As the three beautiful cocks work in and out of her till it was time.
They finished with her on her knees, a circle of jerking cocks around her face. One by one, they came, Myles last, painting her face and tits with their hot, sticky cum. When they were done, she collapsed onto the bed, a breathless, sated mess, covered in their essence. For a moment, they just breathed, the air thick with the musky scent of their raw, collegiate foursome.
But the night wasn't over. Ryan was the first to move, shifting to lie beside her. He didn't speak, just leaned in and began to kiss her. It wasn't a hungry, demanding kiss like before, but something softer, more reverent. His lips were gentle against hers, tasting of sweat and sex. His hand drifted up her stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of her ribs until they reached her breast. He cupped the small, soft mound, his thumb brushing over her still-hard nipple.
Andy sighed into his mouth, her body relaxing into a state of warm, pliant bliss.
Mike joined them on her other side, nuzzling her neck. He followed Ryan’s lead, his lips finding the sensitive skin just below her ear. “You were incredible,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble. His hand found her other breast, mirroring Ryan’s touch, his palm warm against her flesh. He lowered his head, his mouth replacing his hand, and he took her nipple between his lips, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
Then Myles knelt on the bed by her feet. He looked down at her, his dark eyes filled with a possessive warmth that was both thrilling and comforting. He reached out, his long fingers tracing the patterns of cum on her skin. He leaned down, not to her lips or her neck, but to her stomach. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss just below her navel, a gesture of pure adoration. His gaze traveled up to her developing breasts, being worshipped by his two friends.
The raw intensity faded, and in its place was a profound, humming peace. Ryan’s kiss wasn't just soft; it was a promise. Mike’s lips on her nipple weren't just sexual; they were a blessing. And Myles’s kiss on her stomach wasn't just adoration; it was a brand. In that moment, covered in their cum and their tenderness, she was more than just Andy. She was their goddess, their slut, their secret. She wasn’t a teenage girl, she was a young woman.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice a deep, contented hum.
Andy was adrift in a sea of sensation, of hands and lips and soft words. Ryan kissing her deeply, Mike lavishing attention on her breasts, and Myles’s warm, possessive gaze on them all. She wasn't just a collection of holes anymore; she was the center of their universe, a cherished goddess in their tangle of limbs. The raw intensity had faded, replaced by a profound, loving intimacy that felt even more intoxicating.

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