My name is Angela, and I'm 20 years old. I've been in a relationship with Lucas, my boyfriend, for two years now. Lucas is everything I could want in a man—he's 21, tall with a lean, athletic build from all his sports activities, blond hair that falls just right over his forehead, and piercing blue eyes that make my heart race every time he looks at me. He's the romantic type, always thinking of ways to sweep me off my feet, and that evening was no exception. He had surprised me with a reservation at this cozy Italian restaurant downtown, the kind with dim lights and soft music playing in the background. We shared a bottle of red wine, laughed about our day, and he held my hand across the table, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my skin. By the time dessert arrived—a rich tiramisu we fed each other bites of— the tension between us was electric. I could feel the heat building, my body aching for him.
After the meal, we hurried out to his car, parked in a quiet corner of the lot. The night air was cool, but inside the vehicle, it quickly turned steamy. Lucas pulled me onto his lap in the passenger seat, his hands sliding up my thighs under my short black dress. Our lips crashed together, tongues dancing hungrily as I ground against the growing bulge in his jeans. 'God, Angela, I need you,' he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough with desire. I wanted him inside me right then, to feel his thick cock stretching my pussy, but the car was too cramped. My knees bumped the dashboard, and every shift felt awkward. We tried anyway, fumbling with zippers and fabric, but it was clear we needed more space.
'I want to fuck you properly,' Lucas said, breathing hard as he nipped at my neck. I suggested going back to his place, imagining us tangled in his sheets all night. But he shook his head, explaining his parents were home, watching a movie in the living room. No privacy there. I bit my lip, thinking of my own apartment—my mom was laid up with the flu, coughing and restless, so that was out too. That's when Lucas's eyes lit up with an idea. 'Wait, I have the keys to my grandfather's house,' he said. 'He's been letting me hold onto them since Grandma passed. I run errands for him all the time—groceries, fixing things around the place. He's probably asleep by now; we can sneak in quiet.' It sounded risky, but the thrill of it only made me wetter. We drove over in silence, the anticipation buzzing between us like a live wire.
Alessandro's house (Luca’s Grandfather) was a modest two-story on a quiet suburban street, the kind with a neat lawn and old oak trees shading the windows. Lucas parked a block away to avoid any lights giving us away, and we crept up the driveway hand in hand, giggling softly like teenagers. He unlocked the back door with practiced ease, and we slipped inside, the house dark and still except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. The air smelled faintly of pipe tobacco and aged wood, a comforting mix that reminded me of family homes. Lucas led me upstairs, avoiding the creaky steps he knew from childhood, to what used to be his dad's old room when he was a kid. It was a spare space now, with a double bed pushed against one wall, a dresser covered in dust, and moonlight filtering through thin curtains. Perfect.
We didn't waste a second. Lucas pushed me onto the bed, his body covering mine as he hiked up my dress and yanked my panties aside. I moaned as his fingers delved into my slick folds, stroking my clit until I was arching beneath him. 'Shh, baby, we have to be quiet,' he whispered, but his own breath was ragged. He stripped off his shirt, revealing the toned muscles of his chest and abs from all those soccer practices, then freed his cock from his jeans—hard, veined, and throbbing for me. I spread my legs wide, guiding him to my entrance, and he thrust in deep with one smooth motion. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' he groaned, starting a rhythm that had the bedframe tapping softly against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as he pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass with each drive. Pleasure built fast, my pussy clenching around his shaft, but I couldn't hold back the cries—'Harder, Lucas, yes!'—as waves of ecstasy rolled through me.
We were lost in it, sweat-slicked and frantic, when I heard footsteps in the hallway. Heavy, deliberate ones that made my heart stutter. The door creaked open, flooding the room with a sliver of light from the hall, and there stood Alessandro, Lucas's grandfather. At 75, he was remarkably fit for his age—broad-shouldered from his days as a professional soccer player in Italy before he immigrated. His silver hair was tousled from sleep, and he wore only a pair of loose pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips, revealing a chest still dusted with dark hair turning gray. His eyes, sharp and blue like Lucas's, widened for a split second at the sight of us—his grandson buried balls-deep in my pussy, both of us frozen mid-thrust.
But shock didn't last on his face. Instead, a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, and I noticed the way his gaze lingered on Lucas's naked form, then flicked to me, heat flaring in those aged eyes. My cheeks burned, but arousal twisted in my gut; Alessandro was attractive in a rugged, experienced way, his body carrying the strength of his youth. 'Nonna would have loved this,' he said in a gravelly voice with a faint accent, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. Lucas stammered something incoherent, pulling out of me with a wet pop, his cock glistening with my juices, but Alessandro waved him off. 'No need to stop on my account, ragazzo. You've grown into quite the man.' His eyes dropped to Lucas's erection, and I swear I saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips.
Before we could process it, Alessandro approached the bed, shedding his pajama bottoms to reveal his own cock—thick and semi-hard, longer than I'd expected, with a slight curve and heavy balls hanging below. He was excited, alright; it twitched as he climbed onto the mattress. 'Let me join you,' he murmured, his hand reaching out to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbled. I gasped, glancing at Lucas, who looked stunned but not pulling away. The taboo of it all sent a fresh gush of wetness between my thighs. Alessandro leaned in, capturing my mouth in a surprisingly tender kiss, his mustache tickling my skin as his tongue explored. Lucas watched, his hand absently stroking his own dick, before he joined, pressing kisses along my neck and shoulder.
It was heaven, having two men devoted to me like that. Alessandro's hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass while Lucas sucked on my tits, his mouth hot and insistent. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around Alessandro's shaft, pumping it until it stiffened fully in my grip—veins pulsing, the head leaking pre-cum. 'Suck him, Angela,' Lucas urged, his voice husky, and I did, dropping to my knees on the bed to take Alessandro's cock between my lips. The taste was musky, salty, different from Lucas's but intoxicating. I bobbed my head, tongue swirling around the crown as he groaned, threading fingers through my hair. Lucas knelt behind me, sliding his cock back into my pussy from behind, fucking me in slow, deep strokes while I blew his grandfather.
The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure—wet slurps, skin slapping, heavy breaths. At one point, I pulled back from Alessandro's dick, strings of saliva connecting us, and turned to kiss Lucas deeply, tasting myself on his lips. Then I twisted, drawing Alessandro in for another kiss, our tongues tangling while Lucas thrust harder. The two of them leaned over me, their mouths finding mine at the same time—lips brushing, tongues flicking in a messy three-way kiss that left me dizzy with lust. Alessandro's hand grazed Lucas's thigh, accidental at first, but neither pulled away.
That's when a perverse idea sparked in my mind, fueled by the forbidden heat of the moment. I eased back from them, slipping out from between their bodies, and settled against the headboard. My fingers trailed down my stomach to my aching pussy, dipping inside as I watched. Lucas and Alessandro, caught in the fervor, didn't notice at first. Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling from the shared kisses with me. Then, as if drawn by some magnetic pull, Lucas tilted his head, and Alessandro met him halfway. Their lips pressed together tentatively, mustaches and stubble rasping softly.
It started slow—a gentle exploration, Lucas's full lips parting to let his grandfather's tongue slip in. Alessandro's hand came up to cup the back of Lucas's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a low hum of approval. Lucas hesitated for a heartbeat, his blue eyes fluttering shut, but then he responded, sucking on Alessandro's tongue, their mouths moving in a rhythm that mirrored the thrusts I'd felt earlier. I fingered myself faster, two digits plunging into my soaked hole, thumb rubbing my swollen clit as I watched the incestuous display unfold. The sight of grandson and grandfather locked in such an intimate act—taboo, raw, and utterly erotic—made my pulse thunder.
When they finally broke apart, gasping, their eyes snapped open to find me gone from between them. Shock rippled across their faces: Lucas's cheeks flushed crimson, his cock twitching untouched; Alessandro's expression a mix of surprise and lingering hunger, his erection bobbing stiffly. 'Angela...' Lucas started, voice hoarse, but I just smiled wickedly, spreading my legs wider to give them a full view of my fingers working my pussy, juices coating my thighs. 'Don't stop,' I whispered, my free hand pinching my nipple. 'I want to see you two... together.'
They exchanged a glance—Lucas's uncertain but aroused, Alessandro's bold and inviting. A silent agreement passed between them, the air thick with unspoken desire. Alessandro moved first, shifting to face Lucas fully on the bed. 'Come here, my boy,' he said softly, his voice laced with affection and lust. Lucas swallowed hard but leaned in, their lips meeting again, this time without hesitation. The kiss grew fervent quickly, hands exploring: Alessandro's callused palms sliding over Lucas's broad shoulders, down his chest, tweaking a nipple until Lucas moaned into his mouth. Lucas's fingers tentatively traced the lines of his grandfather's body, feeling the firm muscles beneath the softer skin of age, dipping lower to wrap around Alessandro's thick cock.
Alessandro broke the kiss with a chuckle, guiding Lucas's hand in strokes along his shaft. 'That's it, stroke your nonno's dick like that.' Lucas's strokes gained confidence, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the head, while Alessandro reciprocated, gripping Lucas's younger, harder cock and pumping it with expert twists. They jerked each other off slowly at first, eyes locked, breaths syncing. I watched, mesmerized, my own hand a blur between my legs, the slick sounds of their mutual masturbation filling the room alongside my soft whimpers.
Emboldened, Alessandro pushed Lucas onto his back, trailing kisses down his neck, sucking marks into the skin of his collarbone. Lucas arched, fingers tangling in silver hair as Alessandro's mouth descended—licking a nipple, then the ridges of abs, until he reached the V of Lucas's hips. 'Grandpa...' Lucas breathed, half-protest, half-plea, but Alessandro shushed him with a look. 'Let me taste you, Lucas. You've made me so hard.' His lips parted, and he took Lucas's cock into his mouth, swallowing half the length in one go. Lucas cried out, hips bucking as Alessandro bobbed his head, tongue pressing along the underside, one hand fondling his balls while the other teased lower, a finger circling Lucas's tight asshole.
The incestuous blowjob was exquisite—Alessandro's cheeks hollowing with suction, saliva dripping down Lucas's shaft as he deepthroated him, gagging slightly but persistent. Lucas writhed, fucking his grandfather's mouth with shallow thrusts, his romantic nature giving way to primal need. 'Fuck, it feels so good,' he gasped, glancing at me with wild eyes. I nodded, plunging three fingers into my pussy now, imagining their roles reversed.
Not content to just receive, Lucas sat up after a few minutes, pushing Alessandro onto all fours. 'My turn,' he said, voice trembling with excitement. He positioned himself behind, hands spreading his grandfather's ass cheeks to reveal the puckered hole. Alessandro pushed back eagerly, presenting himself. Lucas leaned in, tongue darting out to lick a stripe over the entrance, rimming his grandfather with tentative laps that grew bolder. Alessandro moaned deeply, a sound raw and animalistic, his cock leaking onto the sheets below. 'Yes, lick my ass, grandson. Get it wet for me.' Lucas obliged, spitting directly onto the hole before probing with his tongue, fucking in and out while stroking Alessandro's dick from underneath.
The sight pushed me over the edge; I came hard, pussy spasming around my fingers, squirting a little onto the bed as I cried their names. They turned to watch, grins spreading, before Lucas straightened, aligning his cock with Alessandro's ass. 'You want this?' he asked, and Alessandro nodded fervently. 'Fuck your grandfather's ass, Lucas. Fill me up.' With a grunt, Lucas pushed in, inch by inch, the tight ring yielding to his girth. Alessandro hissed at the stretch, but rocked back, taking it all until Lucas's balls rested against him.
They found a rhythm—Lucas thrusting deep, hands gripping hips marked by years of life, while Alessandro reached back to fondle Lucas's sack. The bed rocked with their movements, the slap of skin echoing. 'So tight... your ass is gripping me,' Lucas panted, leaning over to kiss Alessandro's shoulder. Alessandro twisted his head for another sloppy kiss, their tongues dueling as grandson fucked grandfather relentlessly. Sweat poured off them, bodies glistening in the moonlight.
I couldn't stay sidelined. Crawling over, I kissed Lucas's neck while he pounded away, then slipped beneath Alessandro to suck his swinging cock. The angle was perfect—me on my back, Alessandro's dick sliding into my throat as Lucas's thrusts drove it deeper. Alessandro face-fucked me gently, groaning praises in Italian, while Lucas reached around to finger my pussy again. The three of us connected in a chain of pleasure: Lucas buried in his grandfather's ass, Alessandro in my mouth, and Lucas's fingers in me.
Climaxes built like a storm. Alessandro came first, flooding my mouth with hot, thick cum—salty and copious, spilling down my chin as I swallowed what I could. The sensation triggered Lucas; he slammed in one last time, crying out as he unloaded deep in Alessandro's ass, ropes of semen painting the older man's insides. Feeling their releases, I shattered again, my pussy clenching around Lucas's fingers, juices soaking his hand.
We collapsed in a heap, limbs entangled, breaths ragged. Alessandro pulled Lucas close, kissing his forehead tenderly. 'That was beautiful, my boy.' Lucas smiled shyly, nuzzling into his grandfather's chest, while I curled against them both, sated and glowing. In that forbidden night, we'd crossed lines we never imagined, but it felt right—raw, intimate, and utterly ours.
