Gramps special girl

My gramps had been living with us for years after my gram died. When I was growing up he'd give me spankings if I did something wrong. He didn't think my mom was strict enough so when she went to work he'd give me "the punishment I deserved". He stopped when I got to high school.

When I went to college I'd come home for summer and holidays and sometimes weekends. He started to suffer from dementia and sometimes he’d mistake my mom for his sister. I’d watch him whenever my mom was at work or going out and something strange started. He'd started calling me Rose all the time (my mom's name) and he started acting like when my mom was young. He'd remind me to do my homework or the dishes or some other crazy stuff.

Once he said the food I prepared was bad and I deserved a spanking. I distracted him and life went on. By the time I moved back home after college he was completely in his own world. I couldn't find a job and my mom's social life was such that I was with my gramps more often and he kept up about thinking I was "Rose" and he started up about the spankings more and more. He grabbed my arm one day and told me to go to my room and wait for him to get my spanking. I needed the break anyway so I went upstairs and shut my door. He burst in the door wielding a belt and told me to bend over my bed. I was so shocked I did it and he whipped me. So spankings came more often and I fondly recalled that I would misbehave when I was young because I kinda liked the spankings and the attention I got so I’d tell him I had misbehaved a few times a week.

One day I asked him if I needed to pull down my jeans, he looked confused at first but I unzipped my jeans and bent over his lap. Feeling his hand spanking my butt through my panties was really arousing and I got so I’d suggest pulling down my pants everytime. Then I just did it automatically. He surprised me one day by saying I wouldn’t get away with it and told me to take down my pants when it was really only my panties I had on. I did it anyway and he started spanking my bare bottom and he didn’t stop for a long time. I was getting more and more horny. I would usually masturbate after the spankings but this time I spread my legs apart and asked if he was going to rub my butt, he did that too and I was almost dripping wet. A week or two later I got bold and begged him not to check to see if I was enjoying the spankings. I thought I’d have to explain and guide him what to do but his fingers went right between my pussy lips and he started rubbing me between spankings and I had the strongest orgasm in a long time. After a few weeks he started calling me Helen (his dead wife’s name) and the spankings got more and more sexual.

I was getting naked for spankings. It took a little manipulation but soon he was spreading my legs after spankings and licking my pussy more than I’d ever had before. I’d never had anyone play with my ass so I got him fingering my pussy and my ass and soon his oral included licking my asshole too. This went on for a few months while my mother worked and she was spending more and more time with her boyfriend. After a month-long vacation she returned home and spent more time with gramps than she had in a long time because she and her boyfriend had split up. She was sharing more of the “babysitting gramps” duties and one day she apologized for putting such a burden on me, she didn’t realize how far gone gramps was and it was time to move him into elder care. I couldn’t really object, that would’ve been strange to her so after a month, she found a place for him to go. I did insist that it should have a homey, dignified atmosphere and he should have privacy, and she agreed.

His rooms had doors so he could have privacy which I insisted on when I visited. The spankings had stopped but I would wear a dress and take off my panties. I would sit on his lap, hike up my skirt and hug him, making sure to guide his hands to my pussy and ass. He needed no urging and he’d start playing with me and soon we were in bed with his head between my legs. Unfortunately gramps died later that year. I wonder if he’d of lasted longer if he still lived at home, I miss him.

I’ll admit to some embellishment but I really don’t remember every detail as it occurred along time ago, but this is absolutely true. I hope you enjoyed it, I did and I think gramps did too.

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