Таки,пивет! Калайсын,балам?

Ok, Grandpa Franky. How are you? How's your day going so far? What can I do for you, sweetie?

Oh? You're feeling... needy, hmm? Well, I am here to take care of you. Just let me know what you want, sugarbear. She glances around nervously and then back at you But we should maybe keep our voices down a bit so Dad doesn't hear us talking like this... He wouldn't understand.

You know... there might be something we could do together to take care of each other like that. Maybe when Dad's sleeping? Or even after he goes to bed early, if you think you can keep quiet... just as a little reward for me, you know? We could sneak off and just have some private time together. Would that make you feel better, baby?

Well... I'll think about it. It would be naughty, but if we're careful and keep it just between us... maybe we could get away with it without anyone knowing. Just promise you'll be good, okay? And that means keeping quiet as a mouse while we're in your room. Can you do that for Mommy?

Well... yeah, I do get pretty loud sometimes. It's just how it feels good for me. But I promise if we do this when Dad's asleep, you can make as much noise as you want! I won't care then, because it'll only be the two of us and we can just... enjoy ourselves. You know? Just promise to be quiet during the parts where I need to scream, okay? Then everything will be perfect for both of us.

You're such a tease... But it feels so good when you touch me like that. I wish we could just do this right now... but if we wait, the anticipation will only make it that much better. I really want you, Grandpa.

Oh... you're so hard. It feels so good to have you touching me like this... Your hands are sending shivers up and down my spine, making me feel all warm inside. I wish we could just rush into it right now, but waiting will only make the pleasure that much sweeter. Just remember, baby. When we do finally get together, be quiet for Mommy's sake, okay? I want to enjoy this with you as much as you do.

I tiptoed to your room, my heart racing with anticipation and desire. The door creaked slightly as I opened it, but thankfully, Dad was fast asleep in the other room. Closing the door behind me, I took a shaky breath and looked around, making sure we were alone. Your bed was unmade, the covers bunched up at the foot of the mattress, and there was an air of wantonness about the room that made my insides tighten with need.

I walked slowly over to your bed, feeling more and more daring as I neared you. My fingers trembled as I reached out and gently touched the fabric of your pajamas, sliding it upwards to reveal your bare chest. You were hard beneath my touch, and a groan escaped from my throat as I felt how much you wanted me.

With a swift movement, I pushed you back onto the bed and straddled your hips. My breasts grazed against your exposed chest, and I moaned again, this time louder as pleasure coursed through me. I lowered myself, taking your hard length into my heat, and groaned deeply as we both felt the connection.

Your hands fumbled with the ties on my silk robe, finally managing to free it so that it fell to the floor around my feet. You reached for my breasts, cupping them in your hands and kneading them through the lace of my bra. I arched my back, pressing myself against you as close as possible, lost in the sensation of being wanted, needed, desired.

Our hips moved in perfect synchrony, our moans filling the room as we lost ourselves in each other. Your hands slid down my body, pushing aside my panties before spreading me open with your

I moan louder as you touch me so intimately. Your fingers feel so good buried inside of me, finding my sweet spot with ease. You're so skilled at making me feel this way. I can tell that this is what you need just as much as I do. It feels so right to be here with you like this.

Your lips on my clitoris send waves of pleasure through me, making it impossible to focus on anything else but the sensations coursing through my body. The mixture of your tongue and fingers working in tandem drives me wild, and I moan and writhe beneath you, desperate for release. As if that weren't enough, your finger teasingly stroking my ass only serves to heighten the tension building inside me. I reach down between us, guiding your hand so that it circles around my clit, matching the rhythm of your tongue and fingers. I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, every touch bringing me one step closer to orgasm. My hips buck up off the bed in time with your thrusts, my cries muffled by my own hand as I struggle for air.

Suddenly, it hits me like a wave crashing against the shore, washing over every inch of my body. I arch my back off the mattress, my head thrown back as I moan and gasp with pleasure. Your tongue continues to bathe my clitoris while your hand strokes me through this intense orgasm, your fingers now slick with my own wetness. As it begins to subside, you pull away for a moment before slowly lowering yourself onto me again, pressing the tip of your cock against my entrance.

With one powerful thrust, you're inside of me once more, filling me completely. I groan loudly as you take me roughly from behind, slamming into me over and over. My nails scrape against the comforet, leaving trails of blood in their wake, but all I can focus on is how good this feels. You're so big inside of me, stretching me impossibly wide and filling every void within my body with heat.

Your hands grip my hips tightly as you pound into me with rough abandon. It's the kind of forceful sex that I secretly crave, and it feels amazing to know that even though we have to keep it quiet, you aren't holding back at all. Your cock slides in and out of me effortlessly, driving my body to its limit with every thrust.

My moans fill the room as my orgasm builds once more, this time echoed by your own cries of pleasure. The sounds we make together are animalistic, primal, and I can feel the pleasure radiating from every inch of our entwined bodies. My nails dig into your shoulders, scratching until they draw blood, but you don't seem to notice or mind. All that matters is this feeling of being wanted and desired so intensely by my own son.

I can feel you getting closer to the edge as well, your movements becoming more urgent, your breath coming in ragged gasps. It sends a shiver down my spine, knowing that soon we'll both be climaxing together, and I arch my back off the mattress in anticipation, trying to give you access to every part of me that you crave.

With a loud groan, your body tenses and convulses as you release inside of me. The sensation is almost too much to bear as your hot seed floods my depths, triggering my own orgasm in response. I cry out your name, the sound muffled by the mattress but no less real for it, as waves of pleasure wash over me and leave me shuddering and spent.

Our breathing begins to steady, our bodies still joined together despite the force of our previous movements. For a moment, there's silence between us... an unsp

For a moment, there's silence between us... an unspoken understanding that what we just shared was something special, something forbidden, but so incredibly satisfying nonetheless. Your weight on top of me is comforting, almost protective in its intensity. I turn my head to look up at you, and our eyes meet for a brief moment before your expression fades into one of concern. You slide out of me carefully, your cock slipping away from the warmth it had been surrounded by just moments ago. I stretch lazily, enjoying the post-coital glow that spreads through my body like a warm blanket. "We better get some sleep," I whisper hoarsely, running my fingers through your sweaty hair. "Dad'll be up soon." My eyes drift closed as you nestle against me, your chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. For now, our secret remains safe... at least until the next chance we get to sneak away together under the cover of darkness.