But she got sidetracked as she decided to peek into her two grandkids’ rooms and started going to upstairs. Walking on the long corridor, as she passed by her grandson‘s room, she distinctly heard panting and grunting sounds coming out from the room. She paused, cocking her head and listening. Then she grinned impishly.
Pobitro must be beating his meat! And that was well worth a peek, she figured. She sneaked up to his door and listened, her ear pressed to the panels. The sound was louder and most definitely that of a frenzied fist fucking. Very carefully, not wanting to disturb him and embarrass her masturbating grandson and certainly not wanting to interrupt the action, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open just enough to look in.
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Pobitro woke up to the sound of a pulsating rhythm emanating from just below his room…. his parents’ room. Something that sounded like technopop to him. He lay there, still tangled up in his sheets from a forgotten dream and listened. Yes, his parents were enjoying their early morning session…. he had heard that several times before. He was still in that moment between awake and asleep where his body tends to do things on it’s own accord. Slowly, his hand groped for his morning pee erection tent pole inside his baggy pajama pants.
With some nervousness, he had discarded with his pajama tops, thinking that they just didn’t go well with what ever image he was trying to give himself. He also stopped wearing underwear under the pajama bottoms because he liked the feeling of his adolescence dick rubbing up against the fabric.
If there was not the ever present danger of Poly, his 16 year old sister, barging in on him for some ungodly reason, he would be wearing nothing to bed. He had tried that once or twice and liked how it felt to be nude under the bed. There was also the worry that his grandmother would come in on laundry day ( Sunday ) to collect the dirty clothes he left in piles about his room and find him stark naked without the security of a sheet covering him.
Still not totally aware that his grandmother was spying on him, his thoughts drifted from his parents’ fucking to his grandmother as he took hold of his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Oddly, he had been having bizarre thoughts about his widow Dida ( Grandmother ) since after her staying with them. Coming of age is difficult for young boys and with it comes certain sexual confusions.
His grandmother being always the dominant female figure in his life and after her staying in their house, her authoritative attitude compelled him to behave in a submissive way. So he thought it would be better to avoid her as much as possible.
But one night, while trying out being nude in bed, his thoughts suddenly ventured to his grandmother and he found himself masturbating…. fantasizing that it was his grandmother who was jacking him off and not himself. He shot gouts of jism all over the bed sheets on that fantasy and felt horrendously guilty afterwards.
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