Become a guest in your own home.

"You're really good at this," Carrie said, her voice breathy and flirty. "You know, you could probably teach your grandson a thing or two about pleasing a woman."

My grandfather chuckled, his eyes never leaving Carrie's. "Maybe I should, but it's his girlfriend I want to see how she pleases. You're doing great, sweetheart, but I think it's time for you to put your money where your mouth is and show me what you can do."

Carrie smiles, her lips still close to my grandfather's ear. "Well, if you insist, I guess I could give it a shot." She moved slowly, her hands sliding up my grandfather's chest until they were on his shoulders. Then she leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips.

As she continued to kiss him, Carrie's hands moved down my grandfather's chest, eventually reaching his belt. She slowly undid the clasp and pulled the belt through the loops, letting it drop to the floor. Then she unbuttoned his pants and slid her hands inside, feeling the warmth of his bare skin against her fingers.

"That's it, sweetheart. Show me what you've got," my grandfather murmured, his voice thick with desire. Carrie leaned back slightly, her eyes locked on my grandfather's face as she slowly lowered his pants and boxers to his ankles. His erection sprang free, thick and long, what makes Carrie gulp in shock. She couldn't believe how big it was, stretching almost to his knee.

"Oh, my..." she breathed, her fingers trembling as she reached out to touch it. Her hand engulfed the base, and she looked up at my grandfather, her eyes wide with wonder. "It's so... big," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. She looked at me with wide surprised eyes and asked amused "Are you sure you are related to this monster?!"

My grandfather laughs, his voice deep and satisfied. "Oh, I assure you, Carrie, he inherited the genes from his mother's side." He gave her a wink, his gaze full of confidence and desire. "Now, show me what you can do with that."

"Carrie I think it's enough. This starts to get out of hand." I say, trying to be dominant and confident but I'm not sure how convincing it sounds. I can see the confusion in her eyes as she looks back and forth between me and my grandfather. "Sorry honey... I mean... I..." she starts, her voice trailing off. Grandpa’s expression suddenly turns monstrous as he grabs her hair and forces her to her knees, she lets out a muffled whimper as she feels his heavy balls press against her face.

With a provocative look, he says threateningly, "What are you going to do about it, son?" His voice is low and menacing, as if daring me to challenge his authority. My heart pounds in my chest, and I feel a mixture of fear and anger rising up inside me. I take a deep breath and try to maintain my composure.

Carrie, still on her knees, glances back and forth between us. She looks terrified, her eyes wide with fear. She hesitates for a moment, and then tries to calm us down by saying "Let's not .....". But my Grandpa doesn't let her finish her sentence. With a growl, he forces her head forward, pushing his balls against her lips. "You shut up and lick my fucking balls" he snarls and growls at me "I SAID, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?"

I feel my anger rising, and I can't help but want to defend her. "I'm not going to let you do this," I say, trying to sound strong. But the truth is, I'm scared and unsure of myself. My grandfather laughs darkly, the sound menacing. "Oh, you aren't going to let me?" he asks, amused. "You're going to make me stop?"

He shoves Carrie's head harder, forcing her to take more of his weight. Her face turns red, and she's struggling to breathe. I manage to **** out "I'm going to make you sto...". I wasn't finish as Carrie puts her arms around Grandpa's chest and starts licking and sucking his sweaty balls. Her movements are slow and gentle at first, but then she gets into a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, taking his balls deeper into her mouth. Grandpa lets out a long, satisfied groan, and his grip on her hair relaxes a bit.

I can't believe what she's doing. The shock and anger in my gut are replaced with jealousy. I watch as she works her magic on my grandfather. I want to touch her, to feel her lips wrapped around me the way she's feeling his balls. I want to be the one who owns her mouth, her body. But I'm frozen in place, helpless to do anything but watch.

As Carrie continues to pleasure my grandfather, he reaches down and roughly grabs her hair, forcing her head up so that she looks me in the eye. He grins "You see that, boy? This is what she's good at. This is what she's born to do." He pushes her head back down, harder this time, and she lets out a muffled moan as she resumes her attentions to his balls.

My anger and jealousy burn inside me, but I can't deny the arousal that fills my body as I watch her. I feel a sudden urge to take control, to make her do the same for me. He starts to masturbate as my girlfriend sucks his balls.

"You like that, you little whore?" He asks her, his voice thick with lust. "You want my cum?" He thrusts his hips forward, forcing her head deeper into his lap. Carrie moans around his balls, her tongue darting out to lap at the sensitive skin behind them. With a loud growl, he comes, spurting hot, thick cum on the floor.

As he finishes, he releases her roughly, shoving her away so hard she falls to the ground. He pulls up his pants, laughing cruelly at the sight of her sprawled on the ground, her lips swollen and red from his ****.

"Get up, whore," he says, his voice dripping with contempt. "Clean this mess up and get me my damn beer." Carrie slowly pushes herself up to her knees and kisses my grandpa's feet. "Yes, Grandpa," she whispers, her voice shaking with submission. She takes a deep breath and then bends down, slowly licking the floor clean, her tongue darting out to collect every last drop of his cum with joy.

As she cleans the floor, I can feel my anger and jealousy building up inside me. I want to hate her for what she's doing, but at the same time, I can't deny the arousal that fills my body as I watch her. I want to be the one who owns her like that, who makes her do those things.

My grandfather finally seems satisfied, and he motions for her to stand up. She goes to him and put her head on his chest. He pets her hair and whispers "now, where is my beer princess?". After kissing him she says, "Be right back, Grandpa."

I watch her walk into the kitchen, her hips swaying enticingly as she goes.

As she's out of sight, my anger and jealousy begin to boil over. I want to yell at her, to demand why she's doing this, why she's letting him treat her like this. But something holds me back. I'm not sure if its fear or maybe I just don't want to lose her.

Finally, she returns with two beers, sits next to him and puts her head on his shoulder. He takes one of the beers and takes a long drink, then sets it down on the table. "That's better," he says, patting her head. "Now, why don't you go upstairs and get ready for bed?". Then he looks at me and says "Oh and turn that couch into a cozy cloud for my grandson. From tonight onwards, he will be sleeping in the living room!"