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101 PETER AND GRANNIES REVELATIONS101 PETER AND GRANNIES REVELATIONS Granny used to cook amazing pies, my grandpa had been a cripple and he passed away while I was just 17, my parents had passed away long since and I lived with my Aunt May who worked full time, we were the only family so it fell to me to look after Gran in those next few weeks while she in Aunt Mays words “‘acclimatised’ to her single life!” She stayed with us that first week, until the burial, and then it was to be back to her flat.My gran was short a little overweight but I thought fit old bird, pretty in an oldish way, normally with a twinkle in her eye and a wicked sense of humour, which now despite her recent bereavement, was I was sure was only just below the surface.I was now a sexually active lad, new at that time to sleeping with my Aunt, and was loath to be farmed out to my Gran`s place she being in her 80`s but you have it to do don’t you!The day after the interment, I tucked myself into her “guest room“ an oversize cupboard of a bland little room at the end of the corridor with space for just a single bed a side locker and a small ottoman to put my stuff in.We took tea together that first day and naturally as a sexually deprive youth [perhaps it was being deprived of my lovely sensual Aunt as I had not had any sex for all of about 6 hours! And we had had to be quiet with that so as not to wake gran.] So I looked at my old gran as a woman for perhaps the first time not as my elderly granny! She had shall we say an ample arse, and handy size tits, and I flittingly wondered about her wondering when she last had sex if I had known I wouldn’t have belived it. Surprisingly though I didn’t know it she was having like thoughts about me, thinking me to be a virgin or a near one obviously not knowing of me and her daughter, my sex mad aunt May!Being a brash youth and not versed in the feelings of the bereaved or the ways of being tactful or as understanding as perhaps I should have been, I just burbled on with life and the things of the day. Luckily gran just understood and went with the flow. During the next few days we had the odd burst of tears and a couple of times she unthinkingly called me Fred, her late husband`s name, (I`m peter by the way) but other than that she had settled down well though even I sensed that the grief had not yet hit home properly.Anyway it was the third day that I was there when gran came out of the shower room naked as the day, having forgotten my presence and it normally would have been her practise with old Fred to wonder about naked.I was not going to protest and ogled her body as she walked down the corridor to her bedroom facing my open door. Her tits swang a little and yes they drooped a bit, well a lot in truth, her belly overhung her hairy puss and her legs had cellulite but she was female and to this young blood who had been kept from pussy for over a long 3 days, she looked both attractive and desirable. She suddenly realised I was watching, but without a towel or anything to cover herself with, she, I assume decided ‘what the hell’ and came to my door. Asking if I approved of her old body, seeing a how I was stareing!I answered perhaps a little red faced “you gran are really lovely” she blushed and said I was a sauce-box, and had I not seen many nude women before? Not thinking I said that “I had seen Aunt May but that was all!” remembering my promise to May, I quickly added that “it had been in an unguarded moment as she forgot to lock the bathroom door!”Now I expected her to cover up and go a little red herself, but other than a touch of a blush she had no outward sign of being embarrassed.I asked her about the letter on her right bum bursa escort cheek apparently a burn scar, in the shape of a 2” high Z. “Can you keep a secret Peter?” She said in a near whisper, “I mean a secret for life, cos if what I want to tell you gets out, it will ruin me”I promised whatever it was I would never tell a soul so she sat on my bed and after a quiet moment began to tell me of her colourful life. It was a revelation belive me, this little old lady who looked a butter wouldn’t melt granny had been a sexual lady in her time and was to my amazement still an active player!As a girl she had been m*****ed by her own dad, and he had then also rented both her and her sister body`s to friends not to screw but to spank. Later this changed to being whipped for his profit. Her sister Lilly when they were 16, being whipped to death stopped that game though it was covered up by the local chief of police as he was on that occasion the bloke who wielding the whip!Sadly by then Rose, my grandmother had got a taste for pain and missed the adventures. She met and married Fred, the following year, and together, they had my Aunt Paula, Uncle Ted, my dad Ernie and then Aunt May. They were always hard up and it was a good thing the hospital gave her a hysterectomy after May was born, her and Fred being into sex in a big way.Rose to make a few bob when times were hard would allow men to rent her body to use in what is now known as ‘a BDSM way,’ Fred of course, being by then a cripple and not able to work, he didn’t mind her enjoying pain but would not allow intercourse, until after her sterilisation, but his nimble pimping of his wife regularly kept them afloat in the hard times just prior to WW2. The war took my Uncle Ted, at Salerno, and Paula and May had worked as nurses in the London hospitals, Paula being killed in a raid on her way home one night and May losing her fiancé in the same way. Sadly Ernie survived and married my mum but they died together in an accident when I was 8 and after a lot of wrangling I was placed with Aunt May.The times were still hard so Rose had kept up with some of the more wealthy punters, Fred delivering her to them and nursing her after each adventure.One of these had been a Duke, and he had a perchant for real sadism, every 6 months she would be his “guest” for a week of real pain and it was he later who had paid a lot extra to brand his initials on her arse. His name ‘Zeus’, sadly he had a middle name of ‘Petro’ and had offered the next time even more to brand her again in an even more painful place. She said she had had it done and here she stood up in front of me and challenged me to find the mark.I carefully examined that old woman`s body with meticulous care, I raised her arms, I even lifted those lovely breasts and checked under each most carefully and enjoying the job as a bonus. Not one mark could I find.She laughed then lay on my bed and opened her sex, on the inside of her right lip there was a small but perfect 5 letter word as a scar, it said Petro`s. My god that must have been oh so painful, I looked in awe now at this old woman.She laughed at the look on my face, and then said she would tell me of that adventure after tea, if I wanted but she was hungry now.I asked her if she would stay naked for me and she laughed again saying I will if you will Peter. It took no time at all and she quickly examined my by now stiff tool, approved, then kissed me and together we went to cook tea.After we had eaten we repaired to her living room and with a brew of tea sat while she told me her story of the brands. She started with the z, the Duke, was due to have her visit, Fred and herself where collected as usual and bursa escort bayan to the hall they went. As was the usual that first night they were guests at the dining table. The duke and the duchess always treated them as they would royalty, he as his hobby was inflicting pain and her ladyship in a spirit of as if it was not Rose it would have been her in the hot seat and she was not into taking pain though she loved watching and hearing a victim scream.Each visit Rose had had the next 4 days in irons, kept as a prisoner and whipped every 4 hours both night and day. Royally fed and watered its true, and paid very well but deprived of sleep and unable to be comfortable for the whole time.As the old Duke would say; Fred, her husband would, each time, “fetch her from incarceration and securing her for her chastisement.”Then on the fifth day with the duchess in attendance usually she would be whipped continually till she faded into u*********sness before being sent home her body a mass of bloody stripes.Strangely she looked forward to the “week away” more than anything elseThis time he had bid a high price to brand her, and instead of the whip he wielded the hot iron on her arse while coupled doggy-style with the Duchess.She said the pain was off the clock and ‘her Fred came just watching and she said she loved the anticipation most and even the pain in a strange way.’She received the high payment from the duchess at her own home a week later. Her ladyship asked her if she would consider next time having a smaller brand but in this more intimate place and for a fee of double that originally paid for the Z.Fred jumped at the job, and it was agreed for the next visit. This was regardless of poor Roses thoughts on the subject. There followed six long months of apprehension and fear, which old Fred had enjoyed no end! He would make it worse as when they were having sex he would describe the z and the smoke and stench of the burning flesh, and how she had shrieked and how he was to hold her cunt open for the hot iron next time and how she would scream even more.Thus when the time came to visit that time she enjoyed the trip to the hall, and the four days, but come the fifth it took both Fred and the butler to secure our Rose to the table.The Duke loved every wriggle and every kick, treating it as sport, and even helped to secure what he described as the lusty filly. His wife when the body was totally secure asked time with Rose and the men retired to watch as the duchess played with the dry cunt of the victim. It was her that fingered my gran to climax and then selected the lip to use, deciding where the brand would go by a pinch to the right lip. Sheer terror now gripped Rose, he men returned and the duchess again pinched her chosen site as the iron was in the heat.The duke mounted his wife; luckily she was short and he tall he took her doggy fashion, her face just below Roses very secure knees her eyes on the wet cunt of the crying and begging woman.Fred now opened his wife`s sex, holding it open while laying on her stomach, rose now knew the brand was inevitable, the butler passed the duke the iron and the deed was done to the count of three. Rose said that it was the most intense and fantastic pain she had ever endured, within a millisecond the world had blacked out as she went u*********s. The duchess later said she climaxed just from the scream and her husband filled her as he never had before, as hot iron in hand he collapsed on her back. Fred leapt up from her to avoid that still hot iron the duke in his passion not looking where it went. Rose said she was left secured for a while after she returned from the darkness, her closed sex now escort bursa burning with pain on the inside, tears ran and the duke and duchess screwed like rabbits each time her screams rang round the room. He sent for his whip and beat her on tits and belly till the blood ran and he was spent.They then released her and sent the pair home.A few weeks after the duchess appeared again, first she asked to see the scar and having seen it and kissed it till both ladies climaxed she explained that they wanted to go a step further one day. She had watched Rose absorb the pain, she belived that Rose wanted still more. So this time she had a contract that suggested Rose may enjoy taking the utmost step and be snuffed out at some point. The sum involved was a fortune, and Fred no doubt was tempted. Rose however refused point blank and said that she wanted none of that now but would keep it in mind if she became terminally ill!She would still come and visit for the half year week, but there must be no funny business, and though she enjoyed the brands there must be no more though she would consider other forms of painful joy.The duchess went home but said if she ever changed her mind to not hesitate to call!Fortunately Rose still had the doctor friend to fall back on and to him she turned for an income. He only wanted to whip her arse and tits, and paid well. By now my tool was a stiff as a steel rod, she smiled and asked if I was up for some fun, would I like to try this sex game and sleep with her.Does a duck float, within the hour we were in her bed and screwing like maniacs, her begging me to pinch her nipples to give her that twist of pain she so desperately wanted.Her climax was fantastic, arched back, heavy breathing eyes rolling and a loud gurgling scream, that sent me deeper and my cum splashing her guts.She remarked after that “I was no virgin to screw like that”, and said “I suppose that slut May has taught you whatever she knows, she`s done well” then laughed at my red face. The next day May visited, and Rose, she had asked me to call her rose now saying gran was making her feel old! Rose sat us down and said she wished to talk to us seriously.We all sat at the table, Rose at the head, with the inevitable tea, and cake.She started by telling May that she had worked out we were lovers, May shot me a worried glance, but Rose jumped in and said “she had worked it out and had tricked me into admitting it by my red face, and no boy would screw like he screws without a good teacher!”She went on “Look I`m not unhappy about it and your my only relatives, I will make no bones about it I am a fairly rich woman now, and I want to help us all enjoy what I have left of life.”I hate this pokey flat, you Peter have no job yet, and you May hate your job and your home. So what say we pool our resources and sell up, move to a nice place on the coastline in luxury and live on what I make, Peter will explain how later. You May can be housekeeper, Peter can be our man about the house shared by us both, and can be my escort during my ‘weeks away’ with both of you nursing me back to health as my Fred always did!”Aunt Mays jaw had dropped, and I suspect mine was a bit slack, I was being offered a job as stud to two mature women, and set up for life! It would all depend on my Aunt.Rose began again that “she had found a place only ten minutes drive away, it had a fab view, four big bedrooms, a cellar, a nice easy to keep garden and an indoor plunge pool. And it was within her budget what did we say?”Within the hour we were looking round the place, and within 24, we had signed for it and were putting both the flats on the market.That evening I had to explain the “weeks away” to May who looked a bit apprehensive, not having till then known of her mother`s kink, Fred and Rose having covered their tracks well. Together we were to enjoy more adventures, but that`s for another time, if we get enough comments

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