So I’ve been visiting my home city for the past week spending time in the house I grew up in. Most of my family is away on a pre planned vacation, and I was asked to stay for the week to take care of my mom’s cats and watch the house. It has been really nice to hang out in the same place I grew up in, in the rooms I spent all of my time, and on the couch I lounged on and got to know myself oh so very well over my formative years. I’ve actually posted in this group in the past about my experiences with my grandfather as a young adult, which I’ll link for you here… https://www.reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/s/SzCQYl4plz

Well, I was told it was very likely that my grandfather would be home at all during this time. My grandfather (73) does still live there, though he spends most of the time with his young girlfriend (49) and is barely ever there. I was told by my mother it was extremely unlikely that my grandfather would be coming home because of this, so I shouldn’t worry about being walked in on. My ftm boyfriend was spending some time with me and taking this alone time this in stride and we spent the last few days watching movies, making comfort food, walking around the whole apartment nude and getting super duper high. It has generally been a pretty awesome week, and I’ve reconnected a lot with parts of myself I haven’t soothed in the many years I’ve spent since being home.

I spent a lot of time masturbating and having sex with my boyfriend. But despite being with him, I couldn’t stop thinking about the times my grandfather had touched me there. The places in that home so stark in my mind, he touched me here on this couch, he spanked me raw right in this spot kneeling on the floor, his fingers delved into my wet tight holes here, I saw his cock right there, I watched him masturbate peeking around this corner… no matter what I did I just couldn’t seem to get it out of my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about his cock, his hands. It left me aching, and I didn’t stop myself from expressing my desires around his home. I had gotten in trouble for it for so many years, it was a reclaiming feeling in a way.

That is until I was completely nude with his couch cushion pillow wedged between my thighs, completely soaking the cover nude as the day I was born when I heard his keys in the lock, and the knob turning….I gasped- I was scrambling- my heart was down in the tresses of my being and my pussy was an absolutely throbbing flood and there he was in front of me. Looking at me. I think the spasming and frightening tightening of my clit and pussy made me feel like I was cumming. I was trembling with nothing touching me, I was just that fucking tense. He was just there, staring at me. Seeing me. I squeaked “I am so, so sorry—“ and he chuckled warmly, he laughed and told me “it was okay”, but he got a real good eyeful of me. He saw it all. He watched the pillow fall from between my thighs. He watched me bend over to get my clothes on, he saw my breasts. My boyfriend was on the other side at the time, taking a nap, and he heard the commotion and came out to seem just as shocked as I was. I was shaking as I struggled to get my clothes on, and my grandfather and boyfriend introduced themselves as I wondered if my grandfather was thinking about my body. He explained he was there to get something, and that he would be leaving soon. He asked me for a hug, and I gave him one tightly against his chest, he felt my breasts press on him— he kissed me and my heart was fluttering. I said it was great to see him, and he said the same. My boyfriend watching the whole time. I wanted his beard against my face, I wanted his beard rubbing against my breasts, I wanted him between my legs…

He didn’t stay longer than 10 minutes, and he was right out the door. I can’t help but wonder if my boyfriend being there scared him off, and what fun we would have gotten to have together if my boyfriend wasn’t there with me….

I know one things for sure, I would have kept going. I would have shown him my pussy, I would have begged my grandfather to taste me, to spank me, to let me taste his cock…I would have begged him to press his cock against my pussy…I would have. I couldn’t stop masturbating after he left. I stripped the second he left, and continued to rub myself on his couch cushions until they were absolutely stained and soaked with my release. I masturbated on his floor, on his carpet, on his exercise equipment, in his bathroom, on his bed….I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I hope he’s gotten off to my memory and the thought of what could’ve happened as much as I have. I feel like a disgusting excuse of a granddaughter, of a daughter, but god I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t offer my soul and pussy up for all of my family to take. I can’t help but side eye my mother’s bed a little with interest now as well…