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The last time I called my grandma was about 7 months ago. I just don't have the nerves to talk to her because she's really annoying and very exhausting. She is a knows-it-all and a total brick.
I don't feel bad that I broke ties, she's just so annoying.
I am a 15 year old boy who wants to have sec really badly. It doesn't really help that I've got a really attractive grandma. I have masturbared over a picture of her in the past and while fantasising about her. At the point I don't really don't care who I have sex with as long as it's a women. My nan is 64 years old but doesn't look a day over 45. She's got really long legs and short blonde hair. I have even been in her bra and panties draw and wanked over them.
A couple of weeks ago she came over to drop off tea and she was in a white low cut top which made the pattern of the bra stand out and she some cleavage. I instantly got a boner. I was wearing some tight shorts which made it stand out. But I tried to make it more obvious to see what would happen. My penis was really hard at this point and it was really obvious. She walked into the living room which is wear I was standing with a boner. She stood there and stared at it for a bit then looked into my eyes. Nothing came to the situation but she knows u have feelings for her.
I don't how to get her to know that I feel for her. How do I get to have sex with her if her husband is around? Any ideas?
I'm malel, 21 years old and I love my family.
I was raised by my grandparents and I always had great respect of them, but at this moment I can't "not respond" to the provocations of my grandmother.
All she tells me annoys me and I answer her badley, because I just lost my stepfather for about a month ago and she now wants to control everything that is happening here at home: (that hours we enter, that hours we left, where we go, what we do...) We currently need privacy and let us do our "grieving", but she is always on top of things happening.
Everyone tells me that I have to give her a "discount" because of her age, but I can not, but right after I answer her badly, I regret.
My grandma gave me 150 bucks some days ago, for Christmas, so that I would be able to buy presents and stuff.
I spent all the money on computer games like battlefield and assassin's creed.
As a young kid I always sucked the thumb. Even in preschool and later in elementary school, I had to suck my thumb to fall asleep. Because I was afraid the other kids could find out about that, I decided to stop. But it was really hard, I often woke up in the morning with my thumb in my mouth.
I then had, what I thought, was a brilliant idea. My grandma loves to knit, so there's wool everywhere in the house. I tied myself to the bed to avoid thumb sucking.
Since then, I'm kind of into this bondage and tie up thing.
Growing up I spent a lot of time with my Grandpa. He spoiled me rotten; the only problem was that I never realized that so I never really asked for aything. My mom or sisters would ask if I wanted pizza (which I always did) and when I'd say yes they tell me to ask Grandpa because they knew he would say yes to me. I never really got why he liked me more than my siblings, it's not like we talked much. Actually, most of the time we hung out I just laid beside him and we would listen to country music in his room. Nowadays I here classic country music and I think of him and I wished I talked to him more because now I st ruggle with remembering what his voice sounded like. I was an ignorant kid back then and I'm still ignorant now.
I left my son at my parents' to be able to live with another man in another state. I only see him like twice a year, on his birthday and maybe on christmas. His father died when he was still very young. He's 14 now and I moved away from him when he was 7.I just did that because my husband threatened to leave me and I love him so much.I think my son is happy with his grandparents but sometimes I feel kinda bad for leaving him behind...
I had to bury my dad in November 2013, he had cancer. I haven't managed to get over it yet and it's very hard for me to even think about him.
January 2014, my grandmother died, too. And this isn't hard for me to tell. She's dead for a month now and I don't miss her anymore. I moarn about the death of my dad more than the death of my granny.
I feel bad about it. I loved my granny so much.
Please, forgive me.
When my grandfather died, I was so angry with him that I refused to go to his funeral.
Even now, 2 years later, I regret that I didn't take the chance to say goodbye to him one last time.
When I was little I had a next door neighbor my age. He was my best friend and we decided to date. So one day I decided to let him see me change my shirt. Long story short, I flashed him. A couple days later he let me see him change. I went into the bathroom with him and he changed and I saw He went out of the bathroom and I stayed in there cause his grandparents were right outside in the living room. So, I walked out a couple minutes later and his grandma said 'Were you two in the bathroom together'. We laughed and said no that's gross. It was a close call, we were almost caught, but I think she knew all along that we were in the bathroom together.
My grandfather is against homosexuality.
Because I don't agree with him, I told him I'm gay. Now he won't talk to me, locked himself in his room (he's living with us) and listens to classic music the whole day.
I'm transgender and I was raised my my transphobic grandmother. She means everything to me, she always protected me from my abusive parents and she has never shown me anything but love my entire life. But I can't be honest with her about who I am because she would hate me and I don't know if I could deal with that. She always tells me I'm the only one who really cares about her (my parents are cruel and she doesn't have any living relatives) and that she's so glad to have me. I don't want to just abandon her when I can finally leave home but I dont know if I could handle the heartbreak of her hating me.
when i was younger, around 7 years old, i was talking to my grandma. i wanted mcdonald's, but she said she couldn't get mcdonald's since she was in a motorized wheelchair, so i pushed her down the stairs and she died. i told my parents that she just accidentally fell and they believed me. i killed my poor grandma. i have sinned, please forgive me jesus christ almighty lord.
I am Charlene 14 skinny and my boobs nut started yet so boys dont give me any attention. I have no sexual experience except masturbating and what learnt at school. I really wanted to feel a real cock so I made a plan. I went to see grandad and asked if I could sit on his lap like when I was little. He was suprised but agreed. I was wearing a short skirt and my thinnest knickers not sexy as my mom wouldnt let me have anything like that. I wriggled on his lap until I could feel his cock growing and said my skirt is a bit caught up can you please tuck it under me. He started to ajust my skirt and I could feel his hand on my bottom. His hand started to move between my legs and I was feeling very aroused but got scare and got up and said I had to go. I dont know whether I will try this again but it gave me a huge masturbation.
I hate my grandma!! I don't know why but I guess I'm the only grandchild who doesn't call her his grandma and who likes the grandmother of his grilfriend more than his own.
I hate my grandmother!! I don't know why, but I think I am the only grandchild on earth who does not call his grandma and who loves the grandmother of his girlfriend more than his own.
As I was a kid, around 14 years old, I stole cigarettes from my grandma. I smoked them with some of my friends on the playground.
Now I'm 25 and I'm grateful to my grams that she gave me the opportunity to smoke. I think smoking is fun and cool.
My Grandmother is slowly starving her dog to death. She thought he was cute at first but after he grew larger than a cup, she kept him outside. He flinches when she shouts at him and he looks so depressed and sad. Everytime I bring him toys, my Grandmother will throw them away, saying they are too loud and one, a little stuffed teddy bear, she washed and kept for herself. She said he couldn't appreciate such a beautiful toy.
With no human interaction, naturally he has become more aggressive. Her excuse for feeding him once a day was that he was getting fat. Now she is saying she can't cope and will pay a vet, to have him put to sleep. Right now we have heavy snow and he's outside. Outside in a shed and I can't tell you how long it has been since she bathed him. Today I've spent 7 hours phoning various dog homes but nobody wants a senior dog with no house training. I trained him to know the basic commands and he is good with children. He doesn't deserve to die because he isn't wanted. I would take him but I'm concerned about the aggression and I'm never at home. I've never cried so much in my life.
As I was a young girl, we visited some relatives of ours. My grandparents and my uncle were also there. As a child, my uncle suffered under a meningitis and since then he's always a bit confused and because of all the surgeries, he looks a bit odd.
But back to the story. I was around 7 years old and my uncle tried to explain to me that he's my father's brother but I didn't believe him. After a while he asked me why I didn't believe him and I told him that he was too ugly to be related to us.
I deeply regret that! my parents and grandparents talked to me as a child and I apologizes several times but I just can't forget it.
I'd like to do penance and get released from my sins. I love my uncle and I don't want to hurt him.
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