Jason's Mom and Grandmother stood naked in the archway between the kitchen and the living room with their arms folded. Sensing the seething synergy coming from the woman of the house, the room went suddenly silent while one by one, but for Susan, they all looked towards the archway and her. Still poised on her knees in front of her father, Susan hung her hea...
A lonely young woman is left the family farmhouse by her grandmother who always said, "I've got the trains to keep me company." This is a VERY mild story that will primarily appeal to those who are into machine self-stimulation or have a fetish about steampunk. There is no explicit sex. Instead this sets up a fantasy which some will live out in their own mi...
I was twenty-eight when my Grandma Pearl passed away. I still remember every moment of that call. I knew immediately it was bad news. My great Aunt Mary didn’t make many phone calls. “Emily, are you sitting down?” Aunt Mary said. “I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s your Grandma Pearl. She died today.” I didn’t cry then, or at the funeral, or even in...
(A story by Bros. Grimm, slightly altered by Gatorman) I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red Riding-hood, when you were a little boy or girl yourself. Only remember: THAT story was translated to English from the German story compiled by the Brothers Grimm, along with a LOT of other similar German "Fairy Tales." When they compiled t...
Every year Grandpa answers the question, "Why did you and grandma get married on Christmas Day?" This year, gramps gives the true answer Almost all erotic content in this short story is implied, not explicit. It is very mild, but somewhat romantic and filled with Christmas magic. If this is the first of my stories you have read, be aware before you look at...
Dedicated to my wife's grandma. (Not enough of this story is fiction). Thanks to BarBar for helping me with the plot and characterisation, and to James E. Henry for editing. This story is vastly improved because of their assistance. ------------------------------- Steph grimaced as she peered into her grandmother's room and wondered, once again, just what...
Please forgive the redundant copyright messages, I've found that sometimes my stories are copypasted in part and used elsewhere. Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. * "Wehiloooooo." "Oh my, oh my," said Kuruma and chuckled at herself. Her mouth was watering as if she were a little girl and not an old toothless crone. "What is it, grandma?" asked Tobi, her f...
Chapter 63: Clara and the Aliens Several years had passed since Clara's return to Felicity and her marriage to Fiona. The years had been happy until recently. Clara found herself grieving for family members that had ceased to be. Clara was disconsolate from the death of her Aunt Martha and her Uncle Jim, she knew they should not have died. Clara had given...
My family came from Westfordshire City. When I was a boy, saying that was a good way to get accused of trolling for sympathy. The post-industrial, postwar economy had been particularly unkind to the city nestled between the hills, and for a few decades its once-beautiful downtown was a wasteland of empty storefronts and abandoned buildings. Nowadays, of c...
This is the third in a series of chapters of how my grandmother instructed me on the ways of PLEASURING ladies. All people / charters in these stories are older than 18 and younger than 75. Any resemblance between real people and ones in these stories is just a coincidence. NOTE: Maybe I should digress a little here and tell you how Grandma came to be livi...