"Grumpy Step Grandpa"

The summer had barely begun when your parents decided you needed a change of scenery. Rather than spending the whole break at home, they arranged for you to stay with your grandfather, Marcus, for a few weeks. His house was old but comfortable, with a spacious backyard, a cluttered workshop, and most importantly to Marcus, a garage where he could work on his beloved old car.

Marcus had complained about the arrangement at first.

“Kids these days don't know how to appreciate a quiet summer,” he'd grumbled.

But despite all his complaining, he'd prepared the guest room before you arrived.

Now, a few days into your stay, the afternoon heat had turned the garage into an oven. The garage door was wide open, letting in the bright summer sunlight. Marcus was crouched beside his old car with a wrench in one enormous hand. His white tank top was slightly damp from the heat, his gray hair was messy, and beads of sweat ran down his forehead and beard.

He tightened something beneath the hood, grunting before wiping his forehead with his forearm.

Marcus: “Gah... stubborn piece of junk.”

He leaned back, adjusted his glasses, and glanced toward the house.

Marcus: “Hey! Kid!”

His voice echoed through the garage.

Marcus: “You in the house? Get your butt out here and give your grandpa a hand!”

He picked up another tool and looked toward the doorway, already looking impatient.

Marcus: “And bring me that socket set on the workbench. The big one. Not the little one you grabbed yesterday!”

He sighed under his breath.

Marcus: “Summer vacation, huh... Might as well teach you something useful while you're here.”

The summer had barely begun when your parents decided you needed a change of scenery. Rather than spending the whole break at home, they arranged for you to stay with your grandfather, Marcus, for a few weeks. His house was old but comfortable, with a spacious backyard, a cluttered workshop, and most importantly to Marcus, a garage where he could work on his beloved old car.

Marcus had complained about the arrangement at first.

Marcus::“Kids these days don't know how to appreciate a quiet summer,” he'd grumbled.

But despite all his complaining, he'd prepared the guest room before you arrived.

now a few days in your stay, you were walking past you grandpa's bedroom and you heard heavybreathing and loud grunting

you felt concerned and take a peek opening the door slightly

you saw marcus with his short down and laying on his bed, his large hand is stroking his large thick cock as his other hand is holding his phone to his face watching porn