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- Grandma Incest 1: Fucking Grandma In The Shower
- Grandma Incest 2: Knocking Up Grandma
- Grandma Incest 3: Fucking Grandma Behind Mom's Back
- Grandma Incest 4: Grandma Drank My Potion Of Youth
- Grandma Incest 5: Grandma Took One Of My Spanish Fly Pills!
It was the saddest fucking thing. A few months ago, grandma had been a spry, happy-go-lucky 70-year-old with a zest and passion for life unmatched.
But now, after the fall, she'd become a shell of her former self.
It was my turn to keep watch over her and I listened intently as she told me all about "the olden days" when she was a young whippersnapper. And how she longed for them again.
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It was the saddest fucking thing. A few months ago, grandma had been a spry, happy-go-lucky 70-year-old with a zest and passion for life unmatched.
But now, after the fall, she'd become a shell of her former self.
It was my turn to keep watch over her and I listened intently as she told me all about "the olden days" when she was a young whippersnapper. And how she longed for them again.
While she spoke, I searched frantically for something - anything - that would bring back her youthful vigor. I knew her bones would heal, but it was her spirit. Her eyes were dead. She knew she was nearing the end and the fall had done something to her as she'd just...given up.
But dammit! I was her grandson. I didn't want her to croak! She still had stories to tell, lessons to impart and snarky comments to make. If I had a say in the matter, she wasn't going anywhere!
READ MOREBut, alas, what could I do? I was just an 18-year-old college kid who didn't even have a handle on my own life - let alone anyone else's.
As I held her hand and listened with one ear as she rambled on about when she was 18, I found it. By god, I found it!
Grandma had shared with me an old photograph of her when she was just nineteen. Fuck, staring at that old, grainy black and white, I nearly jizzed my pants. Grandma was smokin' back then! No wonder she wanted to go back to those days.
With my heart thundering in my chest, I waited until she got tired of talking and drifted off to sleep. This was it! This was my chance!
Somehow - miraculously! - I'd stumbled upon some ancient elixir of youth. And it was made out of household items! Not even a single eye of newt! What the hell was a newt, anyway?
I had to borrow a cup of salt, but other than that, grandma had all the ingredients necessary.
If this worked...
I held my breath - mainly to steady my shaking hands - as I grabbed all the ingredients and stirred them together. This shit wasn't going to be winning any taste-test awards, that was for certain.
As I mixed together the potion, I kept wondering what age it would make her. According to the recipe, it usually set them at the age they most identified with. For grandma, that had to be 18 or 19.
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