Wanking In Front Of Granny

I was in my early twenties, doing my rugby training out of town, when I got a call from my grandmother. Her words full of worry, she asked if I could come and visit her for the weekend. I had been putting it off for weeks, but her urgency and my guilt got the better of me and I agreed to head home.

It was late Friday night when I arrived, exhausted from the long drive. Grandma was in her nightgown, sitting in her rocking chair, eagerly awaiting my arrival. With a smile on her face, she welcomed me in and offered me a cup of her famous homemade tea.

We talked for a while, catching up on old times, and just when I thought she was ready to head to bed, she shocked me with her next words.

“You know, I used to be quite the wild one back in my day. Haven’t you ever wondered what I got up to in my youth?”

I was taken aback. I had always considered my grandmother to be a very conservative woman, and the fact that she was now telling me about her wild days was quite a surprise. I asked her to tell me more, and that’s when she revealed her most secretive secret.

Grandma had been a “wanker.” She used to pleasure herself in front of any man that caught her eye, no matter their age or appearance. The only time she ever felt truly alive was when she was throwing caution to the wind and displaying her arousal to an unsuspecting audience.

Now, I wondered, could I be that man?

Slowly and tentatively, I moved in closer. Grandma’s eyes glazed over, as if she had been taken back to a distant time. Her breath quickened, her hands twitching as they explored her body. I watched in awe as she slowly removed her nightgown, revealing her wrinkled, mature body underneath.

She lay down on the floor, her legs spread wide, and with trembling hands, she fingered her own pussy. Though she hadn’t touched me, I was almost overwhelmed with lust. Her writhing hips, her passionate moans, her wet pussy… it was too much for me to take. I couldn’t help myself; I had to touch her.

We continued like this for what felt like hours—me caressing her body, her stimulating her own. Each touch sent a wave of arousal through me like I had never felt before. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted any woman.

Eventually, I could take no more, and I thrust myself into her. Grandma squealed in delight as I pounded her, going deeper and harder than ever before. Her fingernails dug into my back, her wet pussy pushing me higher and higher.

Finally, I came, and with a satisfied sigh, we both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, as we sipped our tea, Grandma smiled at me and said, “I think you’re ready for the big time now.” She was right.

Thanks to my wild G-ma, I had discovered my own wild side. From that day on, I never looked back. I became a professional wanker, wanking for all kinds of people—from businessmen and women to college students and even grandmas. I had found my true calling, and I couldn’t be happier.

From then on, no matter where I went, I always brought a little bit of Grandma’s wild side with me.

And it all started with a wild night of wanking in front of Granny.