A young girl falls in love with her grandfather and has a wonderful sexual relationship with him.
Which eventually expands to include her mother.
My name is Ashley Cooper.
I’m a young girl who is only 14 years old.
I am short, only five foot, four inches tall.
I have very light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles across my face.
I’m pretty well developed for my age, and some boys in the neighborhood say I have big tits and a nice tight ass.
But up until just 7 months ago, I was still a virgin.
I don’t have a boyfriend, never had a boyfriend, and I don’t want one either.
As weird as it sounds, I prefer incestuous sex.
So-called “normal sex” or “normal relationships” with boys my own age—or slightly over my age—just don’t do anything for me.
In fact, I prefer having sex with family members who are much, much older than I am.
This is the story of my first sexual encounter with my grandfather, and how I came to fall in love with him.
He is my mother’s father.
His full name is Jonathan Mortimer Cooper. But I always called him just: Grandpa.
Our sexual relationship started in spring of 2026, but I didn’t fall in love with him until the summer of that year.
It was the late June July when he stole my heart.
School had just let out, until September.
I’d been sent to live with my grandpa because my mother was a junkie and was in rehab, for the umpteenth time.
My real father left my mother when I was a baby.
But my mother hooked up with another guy shortly after my father disappeared out of her life and mine.
The man my mother started going with was nice enough.
I was only around 3 years old when she allowed him to move into the house, with us.
Of course I don’t remember that cuz I was too young.
He went by the name of Chuck and he really did seem to be a nice guy.
In fact, he became a second father to me.
And because I never really knew my actual father. You might say Chuck was the only dad I ever really had.
I’d say for the first 9 years or so—that he lived with my mother and me—he treated me as if I was his own daughter and life was pretty good for all three of us.
But, when I reach the age of 12 Chuck started sexually molesting me.
Even though it was like 2 years ago I remember the things he did to me like it was yesterday.
Some people say that they don’t remember being sexually molested… That their minds block it out.
But that’s not true in my case. I remember every last detail.
Even though I was just a 12 year old kid, at that time, I remember Chuck putting his fingers inside me and licking me and stuff like that.
He tried to put his penis inside me too. But, I was too young and my frame was too small for him to penetrate me.
The weird thing is, because Chuck molested me so much, when I was just starting to develop into a teenaged girl, that I actually came to like it.
I know how sick that sounds but I’d be a moral hypocrite if I didn’t make that clear in this recounting of the sexual activity I would later share with my grandfather.
Anyway getting back to my story…..
In April of 2026 when I had just turned 14 years old…..
My first sexual encounter with my grandpa took place.
I had told him years before about what my step-father was doing to me and it was because of Grandpa’s threats to call the police, and have him arrested as a sex offender, that he eventually got out of town fast.
It was only after Chuck was out of my life (and my mother’s life too) that I confessed to my grandpa that I regretted him running off the way he did…. And that I actually missed him.
I also confessed to my grandfather that I actually enjoyed the sexual pleasure that my step-father had been giving me.
It may have well have been sexual molestation but it happened so much, and Chuck was so gentle and sweet about it, that it began to feel good to me.
Honest to God! My step-dad’s licking and sucking of my private parts was very, very enjoyable.
I’d also like to point out that—although he tried—he never, ever fucked me.
More importantly, he never ever hurt me in any way.
All my step dad ever did was lick and suck my pussy, and my ass.
He also sucked on my tits and finger fucked me.
But, that was it.
He never even asked me to suck on his dick or jerk him off.
So, because the things my step dad did to me always felt good and never hurt me…
I guess somewhere in the back of my mind, I came to the conclusion that being molested wasn’t all that bad of a thing.
In fact I began to look forward to it.
I also started imagining what it would be like to have my grandpa do the things to me that my step father did to me…..Especially after Chuck left town, and I was still longing to have someone do the sexual things to me that he did.
So from age 12 to age 14, I quite often had sexual fantasies about my grandfather.
You see, I was super close to my grandpa and I would spend a lot of time with him whenever I had the chance.
By June of 2026 he was 80 years old, but he could still drive and was still as spry and chipper as a man half his age.
I loved my grandpa, so very, very much that I was actually very happy to be spending my summer vacation from school with him.
And I was hoping against hope that we could share a great deal of sexual love together.
Now…I know how weird that sounds, but it’s 100% true.
What can I say? It’s just the way I felt, and what I wanted in my heart of hearts.
Anyway…
Remember….
This is the story of my sexual relationship with my grandfather.
So of course I wanted to have sex with him. Or should I say I wanted the sexual activity we had already shared to continue into the summer.
You see, our affair actually began several months before the summer I spent at his ranch, right here in our house in San Diego.
At that time I didn’t know the reason why Chuck left so suddenly out of my life.
However I soon found out…
Because, after Chuck was gone, I confessed to my grandfather—over the telephone—that he’d been doing sexual things to me for years.
And that I actually missed those sexual activities I engaged in with him, because I enjoyed them.
That’s when everything changed.
It was a rainy afternoon when my mother was out at one of her “doctor appointments” (which I later found out were just excuses to score drugs).
Grandpa came over to check on me.
“Ashley, we need to talk about what you told me over the phone” he said, sitting beside me on the living room couch.
My heart started racing. “You mean about… about Chuck, and the things he did to me?” I asked nervously.
He nodded. “You said you enjoyed what he did to you. You said that you missed it too. Is that true?”
I looked down at my hands, ashamed but also excited by where this conversation might be going.
“I know it was wrong, Grandpa, but… yes. I really enjoyed what Chuck used to do to me. And I wish he were still here to do it to me some more.”
I stopped at that point, not sure if I should tell my grandfather anymore, but then I continued.
“I never told anyone about what Chuck had been doing to me until I told you over the telephone just a little while ago. It went on for years, and my mother didn’t want to know about it. But then again she was always so drunk or high or otherwise zonked out of her mind, that she really didn’t care.”
That was when, Grandpa told me a secret that shocked him as much as what I had just explained shocked him.
“Oh baby, I feel really bad now” as grandpa sent this his head was hung down in shame and regret.
You see Chuck, knew that I had a penchant for young girls, even though I’d never acted upon it.
Anyway, he told me about the sexual activity he was engaging with you.
In fact, he was bragging about it to me.
Now talking about what you’d like to do to young girls is one thing but actually doing it I felt was wrong especially if you weren’t agreeing to it which is what I believe was in fact the case at the time.”
At this point Grandpa stopped and stared off into space.
There was a long silence and then he continued, after taking a deep breath.
“I got so upset when Chuck told me about him touching you and how it really wasn’t something you seemed to want to do, that I decided to do something about it.”
Grandpa, then turn to me and looked into my eyes.
“You see honey, the way he explained it to me I thought he was hurting you or abusing you, and I wouldn’t let anybody do something to you that you didn’t want them to do.
There was another very long silence and Grandpa hung his head sadly as he continued to explain.
“So…. I threatened to call the police and tell them what he been doing to you if he didn’t leave San Diego and maybe the whole damn State of California, immediately. I’m sorry baby I didn’t think I was going to break your heart, when I did that. I thought I was protecting you, and I certainly thought, at the time, that I was doing the right thing.”
At that point there were tears in grandpa’s eyes and I hugged him tight.
“Grandpa I was the one that was bad, cuz I actually enjoyed the way Chuck was molesting me”
Now, I had tears in my eyes as I said this.
“Hearing what I had just, told him Grandpa gently lifted my chin so I was looking into his eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying pleasure, sweetheart. Nothing wrong with that at all.”
“Grandpa, would you be willing to take Chuck’s place? Since you said you like young girls, I’m available, you know.”
I heard myself say these words, but nevertheless, I couldn’t believe they had come out of my mouth.
Still, deep down inside, it was what I wanted.
That’s when it happened.
That was when Grandpa leaned in and kissed me—not a grandfatherly peck on the cheek, but a real kiss on the lips.
I responded eagerly, my tongue meeting his.
“I’ve thought about you this way for a long time, Ashley,” he admitted between kisses. “Ever since you started developing into a young woman. But, I never—in my wildest dreams—believed it would actually happen”
“Me too, Grandpa,” I confessed. “I’ve had fantasies about you and I doing sexual things together for years.”
He stood up and took my hand, leading me to my bedroom. My heart was pounding with anticipation and desire.
Once in my room, he gently removed my clothes, his hands trembling slightly as he explored my developing body. I remember thinking how different his touch was from Chuck’s—more gentle, more loving, more exciting.
“Let me show you how a man should treat a woman,” he whispered as he laid me on my bed.
That afternoon, my grandfather took my virginity.
That date (April 30, 2026) will live in my memory for the rest of my life.
It was nothing like Chuck’s clumsy attempts to penetrate me.
Grandpa was patient, gentle, and attentive to my needs.
He made sure I was ready before entering me, and though there was some pain and a little blood when he broke through my hymen, it soon turned to pleasure.
After our first time together, we both knew this was just the beginning of something special. We managed to be together a few more times at my house before my mother’s drug use got so bad that she had to go to rehab again.
This, of course, was nothing new. My mother’s drug addiction was a chronic problem, and she had been in and out of prison and mental hospitals and rehab centers for as long as I could remember.
This was like her gazillionth time going into rehab.
Which brings me to the beginning of summer, when I went to stay with Grandpa at his ranch in Rancho Santa Fe…And I fell in love with him.
As was already mentioned, I arrived at my grandfather’s farm in June. It was hot and dry, and I remember the way my bare legs stuck to the seat of his Lincoln Continental, stinging as I pulled myself off and out of the car.
Grandpa’s car was really nice, and the air conditioning helped a lot, but that didn’t stop the sun from beating down on the seats of his car.
So, he really should have had some kind of cloth over the leather seats, especially during the heat wave we were experiencing at that time.
In Southern California, it is quite often very hot in the summertime.
And because leather car seats heat up at that time of year, it’s not uncommon to put some kind of cloth over leather car seats.
However, because Grandpa rarely had passengers in his car, he had not put any cloth covering over the front passenger seat.
Anyway…
It was a 45-minute drive from San Diego—where I lived and grew up—all the way to Rancho Santa Fe, where grandpa lived.
Looking around the massive ranch, I felt butterflies in my stomach—but this time they were butterflies of anticipation, not nervousness. I knew what this summer would hold for us.
There were lots of horses in the next pasture, and I asked Grandpa if he would help teach me how to ride a horse this summer.
He promised me he would, with a knowing smile that told me we’d be exploring much more than just horseback riding.
“Ok sweetie, time to get settled in,” he said as we pulled up next to the big mansion on the estate that was his home.
“Let me show you your bedroom.” He looked down at me with a knowing smile.
He led me up what seemed to be a thousand stairs to a brightly lit room with yellow walls and a white four-poster bed.
“Here we are. Now you get settled and meet me at the big pool we have out back. You’ll need this,” he winked and handed me a handful of pink fabric.
“What is this, grandpa?”
“It’s your bathing suit, silly!” he laughed.
“But grandpa, it’s kind of small. This one’s for young girls, I’m older now,” I said, holding it against my body.
“It should be perfect, sweetie. Would you like me to help you get it on?”
I nodded eagerly, already excited by where this was leading.
After all, my grandfather was asking to undress me. And something inside me said this would be the perfect way to continue our special relationship.
Which—believe it or not—deep down inside—was something I desperately wanted.
After all, Grandpa was a tall, broad-shouldered, handsome silver-haired man.
And the thought of him helping me get naked actually turned me on.
“Ok sweetie,” Grandpa said as he began to remove my T-shirt.
I lifted my arms while grandpa pulled it up and off my body, causing my naked titties to spill out.
“My, what a lovely set of breasts you have,” Grandpa commented, tossing my shirt onto the four-poster bed.
Reaching for my shorts, his breath quickened and his hands began to tremble as he unbuttoned my short pants.
“Are you ok, grandpa?” I asked.
His eyes were intent on my lower body. “Uh… yes… yes… I’m just so very happy you came to spend time with me, honey.”
I have to say I relished Grandpa looking at my most private place.
“You know your mom… She always goes into rehab after being clean for a while, cuz she just doesn’t want to give up doing drugs. And as you know, as well, I’ve tried to help her out with more money, but she only ends up spending it on more drugs. Anyway baby, don’t you worry your pretty little self about it. Now let’s get these shorts and panties off. You’re growing up to be such a beautiful teenage girl! Grandpa wants to see how well you’ve developed.” He rubbed the crotch of his trousers before slipping his hands around my waist, and his fingers under the waistbands.
“Mmmm, here we are,” he said, sliding my shorts and panties to the floor in one motion.
At that moment, Grandpa was transfixed.
He just couldn’t stop staring at the place between my legs, where my pussy was.
He licked his lips and his face became flushed as I stepped out of my shorts and panties which were now on the floor and I kind of posed for him.
“Remember our special time together at your house?” he asked.
“Yes, I do grandpa,” I replied. And I meant it too.
Then I decided to reveal how I really felt about him undressing me.
“You know what Grandpa? I really enjoyed you undressing me, and you know what else?”
He shook his head no, still transfixed on my young naked body before him.
“Standing here naked in front of you, like this, I’m beginning to feel that it might be a good idea if we continued what we started back in San Diego.”
When I dropped this bomb on him, Grandpa seemed rather flabbergasted for a moment. But he quickly regained his composure and rubbed his erection.
I knew he wanted to do this as much as I did.
“Come over here sweetie and spend some quality time with your grandpa. The pool can wait.”
His voice sounded strained and distant, his eyes never leaving the private parts of my juicy teenaged body.
I have to admit it felt deliciously indecent, the way my own grandfather was eating me up with his eyes.
He coaxed me to the bed, unbuckling his pants, and began rubbing a large, hard lump that had formed at the crotch of his boxer shorts.
I began to experience what I would soon find to be a very familiar feeling.
Excitement, desire, and anticipation. Which was always what I felt when Grandpa touched me.
But, knowing somewhere in the back of my mind that this was going to be another incestuous encounter with my grandfather, I really couldn’t wait for the sexual fun to begin.
After all, this was something I had dreamed of for years…
I was about to have sex with my beloved Grandpa in his own beautiful mansion.
Despite my initial nervousness, something inside of me wanted this to happen more than anything else in the world.
I gingerly climbed onto the bed, eyeing his erect penis which was now jutting awkwardly out from the hole in his boxers.
Laying there on the bed, Grandpa coaxed me to come and cuddle up next to him.
“Right here honey, grandpa needs to check to make sure you’re growing up nice and healthy!”
As I snuggled next to him, his hand gently guided mine toward his erect cock.
“Show Grandpa how you know how to please a man with her mouth,” he whispered.
I smiled, remembering our last encounter when he had taught me how to pleasure him with oral sex.
I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, moving it up and down with growing confidence.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he moaned. “Grandpa’s little girl is becoming an expert.”
After a few minutes, he gently pushed my head downward. “Would you like to taste it again, Ashley?”
I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding with excitement.
I took the head of his cock into my mouth, using the techniques he had taught me during our last encounter.
I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, using my tongue to tease the sensitive spots I now knew so well.
“Oh God, yes,” Grandpa groaned, his hands tangling in my blonde hair. “Just like that, sweetheart. Grandpa’s going to come soon.”
I felt his body tense and then warm liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed instinctively, finding the taste familiar and exciting. I continued sucking until he pushed me gently away.
“My God, Ashley,” he said, pulling me up to kiss my forehead. “You’re getting so good at that. You’re such a good girl for Grandpa.”
His cock was not flaccid but he shoved off his underwear and flung it into the floor, saying: “I use Viagra but I’ll need you to help me get hard again, baby.”
I started pulling on my grandfather’s limp penis while I cupped and massaged his balls.
I then bent my head down and started sucking on his now soft cock again, but he stopped me, just as his prick was beginning to stiffen in my mouth.
He pushed my head away from his dick saying: “Not just yet baby, I want to return the favor of you eating me first,” he explained.
Grandpa then shifted his attention to my body, his experienced hands exploring my curves.
His mouth found my breasts, his tongue circling my nipples until they hardened into sensitive peaks.
I moaned with pleasure as he suckled them, alternating between gentle kisses and hungry sucking.
“I’ve been thinking about these titties ever since our last time together,” he admitted between kisses.
His hands roamed down my body, tracing the curve of my hips before settling between my legs. He positioned himself between my thighs, his silver hair brushing against my sensitive skin.
“Time for Grandpa to taste his little girl again,” he whispered before his tongue found my clit.
I gasped as waves of pleasure washed over me. His technique was even better than I remembered. He knew exactly where to lick, how to apply pressure, when to speed up and when to slow down. I found myself grinding against his face, lost in the sensations he was creating.
“You taste so sweet, Ashley,” he murmured against the folds of my vulva. “Your pussy is even better than I remembered.”
After bringing me to the brink of orgasm several times, he finally let me tumble over the edge.
I cried out as pleasure pulsed through my body, as a tsunami of orgasmic bliss washed over me, with my fingers clutching at the bedsheets.
Before I had fully recovered, he gently rolled me over. “Now let’s enjoy this pretty little ass of yours again.”
His kisses trailed down my spine before reaching my buttocks.
He spread my cheeks apart gently, his tongue then finding my tight hole. I squirmed at the now-familiar sensation, enjoying the intimate attention.
“Grandpa’s going to make you feel even better this time,” he promised.
His fingers returned to my pussy, sliding easily into my wetness. As he fingered me with one hand, while the fingers of his other hand began to lightly explore my ass.
He then moved the pointer finger of the hand that had been playing with my asshole to his mouth where he covered it with saliva.
He then carefully inserted that naturally lubricated finger into my tight anal opening, causing me to gasp with pleasure.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he soothed. “Grandpa’s going to make this feel even better than last time.”
Soon he was fingering both my holes simultaneously, with his thumb circling my clit.
The dual stimulation drove me wild, and I found myself pushing back against his hands, wanting more.
“Are you ready for Grandpa again? Do you want to feel me inside you again?” he asked.
I nodded eagerly, with only a slight nervous flutter in my stomach.
“Good girl,” he said, positioning himself behind me. “Let’s try it woman on top again so you can control how deep I go.”
I straddled him, positioning myself over his erect cock.
He held my hips as I slowly lowered myself onto him. There was no pain this time, only pleasure as I took him inside me.
I paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness as his stiff, 8-inch boner stretched me out.
Then, following his guidance, I began to move. The pleasure was immediate and intense, and I found myself riding his erection with increasing enthusiasm.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he encouraged. “Ride Grandpa’s cock. Show me how much you want it.”
I lost myself in the rhythm, our bodies moving together as one.
The pleasure built until I was crying out his name, my body convulsing around him. He followed soon after, filling me with his warm cum.
Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, his arms wrapped around me.
“You were even better this time than last time, Ashley,” he whispered. “I knew you would be.”
The summer that followed was like a dream.
There was a lot of lovemaking that took place between me and Grandpa throughout the summer.
We screwed in the missionary position, doggie style, side by side, both facing each other and from behind…And then, yet again we screwed in the woman astride position.
Although Grandpa was much taller than me, we found a wonderful way to perform the 69 position.
I squatted over Grandpa’s mouth and he ate my pussy while I reached out and stroked his cock.
Then I inched my way down his body, still on top of him, and sucked on his cock while he reached out and fingered my pussy from behind.
In addition to all the lovemaking we engaged in, Grandpa also introduced me to his nudist lifestyle, and we spent most days completely naked around the ranch.
His staff—who had been with him for years—were discreet and never questioned our relationship.
In fact, Grandpa assured me that his servants were so fiercely loyal to him that they had sworn never to reveal anything that took place on the estate.
We swam naked in the pool, the water caressing our bare skin under the warm California sun.
Sometimes we would make love right there on the pool deck, our bodies glistening with water and sweat.
True to his promise, Grandpa taught me to ride horses. One afternoon, he suggested I try riding completely naked.
“It’ll be an experience you’ll never forget,” he said with a wink.
He was right. The feeling of the horse’s powerful body between my legs, the breeze against my bare skin, and the knowledge that Grandpa was watching me with pride and desire was intoxicating.
I gave new meaning to the term “riding bareback” that day.
Our lovemaking continued throughout the summer.
Each encounter brought new pleasures and deeper intimacy. Grandpa taught me things about my body and about sex that I never could have imagined.
By the time September came and I had to return to school, I was a changed girl. No longer the insecure teenager who arrived at his ranch, I was now a confident young woman who understood her own desires and wasn’t ashamed of them.
As I packed to leave, Grandpa pulled me into his arms.
“This summer has been the best of my life, Ashley,” he said. “I hope you’ll come back often.”
“I will, Grandpa,” I promised. “I’ll always come back to you.”
And I have come back to him many times since then.
And even though our relationship has only been going on for about 7 months now, I know in my heart that it will continued for years, to come, and most likely for the rest of Grandpa’s life.
The two of us share a secret bond between grandfather and granddaughter that has brought us both more pleasure than either of us had ever known.
Looking back, I know some might judge us, but I don’t care.
What Grandpa and I share is special and beautiful in its own way. He has given me confidence, and a kind of inner strength that I’ll cherish forever.
I know it may seem strange that I have fallen in love with my 80-year-old grandpa.
Well, to that, all I can say is, as the saying goes: Love Is Blind.
Moreover, it transcends all differences. Even differences of age and blood kin relationships.
Because when Cupid draws back his bow and shoots you with his arrows of love… Nothing else matters but what you feel for the object of your desire! It doesn’t matter what the law says. It doesn’t matter what society says. It doesn’t matter what moral propriety says.
When you experience that kind of intense love, nothing else matters, but being with the one you adore and sharing love with that person.
And if this relationship with my grandpa has taught me anything, it’s that you’re never too old or too young for Love.
EPILOGUE
Oh yeah!
I should tell you that when Grandpa invited us over to his Mansion for Thanksgiving dinner this year, he also suggested that me and my mother should move from San Diego to his wonderful estate in Rancho Santa Fe.
Grandpa has even offered for me to be homeschooled at the ranch.
He seems to think that homeschooled kids learn a hell of a lot more than kids in public schools.
I think he’s right because most of the kids I went to school with in San Diego were the most ignorant people going.
But, while grandpa has made this offer to my mother in me, of living with him in what amounts to the lap of luxury. He has made this offer tentative on the condition that my mother at least try to stop doing intravenous heroin, and use softer drugs.
Grandpa has suggested that she switch over from intravenous heroin, to substances like marijuana, and hashish, and possibly the light use of ecstasy and cocaine.
You see Grandpa believes it’s not whether or not you use drugs,that matters, it’s what kind of drugs you use ,and how you use them.
He believes that if you do soft drugs in moderation you can actually lead a happy life.
I hope for my mom’s sake that he’s right.
Oh yeah! The most important thing I found out is that Grandpa and my mother used to be intimate when she was little.
There was never any sex like what Grandpa and I have enjoyed but there was a lot of nudity and my mom flaunting her body in front of him.
But Grandpa did his best to avoid touching her because he didn’t think it was right.
And this hurt her and made her feel rejected.
According to Mom that was one reason why she started doing drugs.
Now that she knows that I’m having sex with her father and that he is willing to have her join in, she is excited and enticed by that prospect.
Bottom line, Grandpa has come to the conclusion that incestuous sex is a kind of panacea for curing people’s ills.
So now, the three of us (Grandpa mom and me) enjoy all kinds of sexual love together.
And believe it or not, so far my mother has remained clean, at least of the hard stuff like heroin.
I don’t know, and I don’t care what society might think of what we’re doing, if anyone found out about the kind of relationship the three of us are sharing.
I only know that it’s been very good for us, so far.
Tomorrow mom and I move the last of our stuff from San Diego, and start a brand new life in a glorious place with a man who loves us both more than anything else in the world.
If that’s not a happy ending I don’t know what is.
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