I had just dropped off my wife at the airport for her annual 2 workweek trip out to see her 91 class old mother. She lived on a farm out in OR all alone and still can take care of her garden, her flowers and her house better than most, plus she still drives into town to get her groceries and such. She is a singular woman, my mother-in-law, and I only hope that I can outlive her.

On the way back house my cubicle earpiece rang and I saw that it was my wonderful daughter Marty. We had just celebrated her graduation from highschool schooltime a match of days before and I knew that she was unencumbered for a few years so I had asked her out for breakfast while my married woman visited her mother. I figured that she was calling me back to confirm the where and when so I answered it with my usual cheery greeting.

"Hey Kidd-o, how's my favorite grand daughter ?"

"Oh grandfather, I'm your only sumptuous daughter,"she said for the 1000th time with a twinkle of fair weather in her vocalisation."Did ya get granny off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm fondness unloosen and ready for the hoochy koochy girls to number over."

"Oh Gramps, you always gain me laugh,"she commented with the love that we had for each other ringing out clearly for me to hear.

Marty was the only small fry that my own daughter and her husband had and being so, she was the apple of not only my eye but her parents and everybody else'who knew her also. She was an attractive trivial matter and smart as a whip. She got a scholarship to the State Department University in Science and was on her way to becoming whatever her heart led her to do. She was also so attractive that my son-in-law had to amaze the boys away with a baseball game bat nearly every Saturday night. But as we bantered back and Forth in our teasing dialogue, she managed to ask me a serious question.

"granddaddy, I was wondering, or actually my parents were wondering, if I could add up to your family and expend the weekend with you. dad has to go to this thing and Mom wants to go with him up to New York and they don't cartel me to stay by myself for the weekend,"she explained.

"Is it that they don't trust you or all the boy that you seem to pull in ?"I asked with my tongue stuck squarely into my cheek.

"Oh gramps, who side are you on anyway ?"she said with a niggling glint in her tone.

"To do your initiative query, I don't see any grounds that you can't stay over here, I'll just prognosticate the hoochy koochy young lady and reschedule them for next weekend,"I said in my best drained pan voice.

"Gramps, I can't believe you. I'll tell my parents that you said that its okeh and I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay Kidd-o, see ya in the sunup,"I said clicking off the phone.

The following morning, I awoke, got up and took my pills, showered and shaved and got ready for the arrival of my Marty. I fixed myself a cup of instant java and waited and then I fixed another cup and waited some more. I was on my twenty-five percent cup went I saw her wrench into our private road and I saw her struggle with a suitcase as she made her way to the front threshold. As I opened it to let her in, I commented,"Holy cow Marty, I didn't realize that I said you could moved in."

"I'm sorry I'm late,"she said out of breath,"but my alarm clock didn't go off and I stayed up too late stopping point night so I, ah, overslept."

"And what about this courtship face full of, what, clothing I presume ?"I asked her with a sparkle in my eye.

"Oh grandfather, you are such a vexer,"she said, not realizing that my question was asked in more of a good tone than I let on.

"Okay, you know your way back to your room."

When she came back out from our guest room where Marty always stayed when she was over and asked if I was ready to go out for breakfast. I made an under-the-breath remark about it being almost prison term for dejeuner but I locked the room access behind us and we took off for my pet diner.

On my third cup of java, I was about to burst so I excused myself to go to the public convenience and rock my ophidian but when I came back out, Marty seemed deep in thought so I asked her,"Penny for your thought process ?"

"Oh Gramps it would hold a heck of a lot more than a cent to babble out about what's on my mind,"she said giving a rebuff smile.

"Wow, that sounds serious,"I commented and then added,"Marty, you know that if you want to lecture, I'll listen."

She looked up into my center and reached over the tabular array to take my hand between both of hers. She smiled and said,"I know Gramps and I love you for it,"and gave my mitt a little clinch with her own.

The mood was broken for the fourth dimension being anyway and we drove back to my firm in secrecy. I parked the car and walked up to the household when Marty suddenly asked me,"Gramps, can I ask you a head ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

"When was the first time you ever made dear with grannie ?"she blurted out.

"Holy Cow !"I said to number jounce."Where did that semen from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the maiden time that I made love to your nan was on, oh, about our tenth date or so. We were all alone at her parent's house and we started kissing and making out and then one affair led to another and we found ourselves in her bed fashioning erotic love. But I knew by that time that I loved her and I wanted to get hitched with her, in fact, I had already proposed and she said"yes ”. We hadn't set a date yet but we got married later that year. That was 45 years ago and I have loved every minute of it."

There a long stretchiness of silence and finally I asked,"I've told you the truth about Grandma and me, now you have to secern me what's going on that prompted that question."

"Oh, I don't know, my Daddy asked me to signalize a pledge a year ago not to have sex until I get hook up with and I was just wondering if I should give signed it,"she asked with this wishful flavor in her eyes.

"Let me guess, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to puddle bonk with him. You've fallen in love and you want to show him just how a great deal you love him but you have this pledge that's holding you back,"I said.

She thought for awhile and then she looked into my eyes and confessed,"Yeah, that's about it. How did you lie with ? Am I that transparent ?"

"No Kidd-o, it's not you at all. That was a line I used when I was Whitney Young, you know when Moses was a child, and I'm proud to hear that they are still using it to this day,"I said with a smiling on my face.

"But he says he loves me as much as I love him and he's willing to test it to me if I'm prepare to prove my beloved for him,"she told me in a convincing voice.

"And I bet that he said that he was going off to college or the U. S. Army and that he may never come home plate and he is a Virgo the Virgin just like you and…"

"The naval forces,"she said with bended read/write head."He told me that he was considering going into the Navy."

I sat there in silence for the longsighted time and then I told her,"I'm sorry Kidd-o. I don't even know this kid. He must be a rattling guy to grab your heart like this but he's just a kid, a horny, hormone raging kid who will say most anything to get in your gasp and who knows what he would do after you let him. Maybe he's honest in voicing his true love for you and maybe you'll get married, settle down and have a bunch of nipper. But more probable, he'll tell you good bye right after he gets what he wants and you will hold given him the but matter that you can only give once."

"They're all creeps,"she said under her breath.

"Oh Kidd-o, not all men aren't weirdie. I'm not a crawl, at least not anymore. I'm too old to be officially called a"creep ”, I'm just a horny old geezer,"I said with a laugh.

She came over to where I was sitting, placed her arms around my cervix and whispered into my ear,"I don't think you're an old geezer Gramps, I love you just the way you are."

I sat there basking in the affection that I felt for my grand daughter for the foresightful time, remembering the very offset sentence I held her some 17 years ago. Her short nose was pushed back into her face and her wooden-headed black whisker stuck out all over the station. She had come out at 5 pounds 6 ounces, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my turn to make her, she shut rectify up and went to kip. From that bit to this, we have had a sure James Bond that no else could ever have.

A intellection suddenly came into my brain and I acted on it before I knew what I was saying."Marty, why don't I take some pictures of you, you know, existent casual type, unscripted and fun ikon just between you and me. What do ya'say ?"

"Hey that sounds like fun,"she said all excited.

I ran for my digital and slipped in a new silicon chip to save the keepers that I wanted to preserve. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the sofa in our family room with a big grinning on her face. She started posing and I started snapping prototype of her. She would pose like a manakin and then like the young woman that she was, all the while my fingerbreadth was tripping the tingle of the camera.

All was going majuscule until she took a pose facing the television camera on all quaternary. She stuck her little rump end up in the air and lowered herself down on both elbows causing the cut off tee shirt to lessen away from her face exposing to the camera, and me, her beautiful picayune bra covered breasts. Seeing them through the view finder, I stopped, looked over the photographic camera and said,"Kidd-o, do you want to prove off everything to the camera like that ?"

She looked down and got a enceinte big grinning on he nerve and said,"If no one but you ever sees these then I don't mind. I'll just see how hornlike you really are."

"Okay, but let me warn you, you don't want to mess with the bull because you're likely to get the horn,"I warned her placing the tv camera back up to my eye. I thought to myself,"My odorous unacquainted picayune grand daughter is turning into a real cock vamper"and decided to see how far it would go.

I snapped a few shots of her in this pose and, taking over the photo shoot, directed her to lower herself down even further onto her outstretched arms. She willingly followed my estimation as she soon opened up her total breast orbit to my prospect. I sucked in my breath as a strange little grin came over her side. After getting all of the pictures that I wanted, I told her get up on her genu and to rend her cutoff shirt to one side and off of her articulatio humeri and then to pull the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my instructions to the tee, the entire side of her breast pipeline was for all purport and purposes nude except for her breast itself and I could see part of it. The sight was so stimulating that I detected a stirring down in my pants.

Her eyes were starting to get more serious now that I had taken over. Her looking at became much Sir Thomas More intense and, well, sensuous than before and she seemed to be breathing deeply through her unfold mouth.

"Sit up now and pull your knees up to your breast,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her weapon system around her knees, I went forward and positioned the leg fix of her underdrawers aside to scupper the bound of her panty. Marty turned a brilliantly red but didn't relocation an inch. I took several shooting of just a trace of the crotch of her panties and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her divide lips.

The side by side affectedness that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her shorts assailable with her thumb inserted in her sky blue panties. I had her pull down on the elastic to just barely over her mound as she scooted the bottom hem of her shirt up so just a hint of her bra came into view. Her expression was so sexy and sultry I almost wanted to stop right there and give her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my K daughter, my cover girl Marty, the one that it seemed like I cradled in my branch only a few class ago. What the hell am I doing ?"Suddenly I heard the words come out of my mouth,"Why don't you go in and shift into something else. Do you have a apparel or something in that grip you brought ? Come out with something rattling sexy on."These password did not come out of my mouth ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the room where her cause pillow slip full of apparel was, I realized that it was I who had uttered them and it was I who was so turned on that my shaft was sticking straight out in my pants.

I stood there impatiently waiting for my grand daughter to reappear from the room and I was agonizing over just what she would get along up with that met the definition of"aphrodisiacal ”. It only took her a few minutes to come down the hall to testify me what she had picked out. I took one look and gave off a slight little moan. She was wearing a nice niggling yellow sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two triangle covering her front and a full skirt that fell to her mid thigh. I don't know if the material was so thin or it was my imagination getting the C. H. Best of me but I swore I could detect two short protrusions show up under the stone-broke job of that frock. I swallowed heavily as I raised the tv camera and started snapping pictures.

She moved and swirled her way around the way, stopping every once in awhile to strike a sexy little pose. Once she stopped with her back to the camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the stallion dress in plaza, dropping it down to her bicep with the cloth barely covering her breast. She got the mephistophelean grin on her cheek as she tucked her low lip under her front teeth and moved the arm with the strap off of it down to the hem of her skirt. Then, very seductively, she raised it up to just below her panty line as her eyes begged me to snap her impression.

I complied with her indirect request by taking many pic of her from the side, the front and the rear. I then asked her to unzip the attire. The look on her face told me that I just may receive crossed the ancestry but after a abbreviated hesitation, she did as I had asked her. I could barely utter but I once again asked her to withdraw the shoulder strap from her shoulders let it fall free down her arms. I whispered for her to entertain it in place just barely covering her nipples as I snapped the camera wildly. In that positioning, it showed her bare back and top of her gloomy pantie from the arse and nearly of her breasts from the front. The tone it her eyes was savage with verbal expression as I continued to enquire just how far this would go.

I walked around to her butt and slowly hooked her panties with my index finger. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to move them down about one-half way over her rump impertinence. I moved away and began taking pictures once again as she settled back down and the smile came back to her typeface. There was a slight coup d'oeil of little terror in that grinning but I had the look that she was game for about anything.

Marty's eye were starting to glass over she was so excited and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to submit moving-picture show of her in many indicatory mannerism but when I was standing right in forepart of her and I said to her,"Take your workforce away from your tit and let the dress fall to the storey,"she stopped cold with her resistance.

"grandfather, no, I think we taken this thing as far as we should,"she said through her panting breaths."I think we've taken enough don't you ?"she told me.

"You're rightfield Kidd-o. I've got scores of great pictures here and I think we should stop also,"I lied to her with my best face forward."Do you want to see some ?"I suggested.

She didn't hesitate but slipping her straps up over her shoulders, but bother to zip up the dress. She came over to where I was and sat down next to me as we both reviewed my photography skills. We started at the finish one that I took and I heard her gasp as if someone had kicked her right field in the gut."Oh my God,"she said in embarrassment,"I didn't know that you could see so a great deal of my butt."

"I like this one,"I told her."You look so sexy."

She looked at it for a arcsecond and then asked,"gramps, do you really think that I'm sexy ?"

"Oh my God yes Marty,"I said with my true feelings coming out."I think that you're really aphrodisiac don't you ?"

"Yeah I guess,"she said late in thinking. Finally she asked,"Gramps do you still want to ask that hold up pose of me, you know the one where I drop the dress down to the flooring ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another pose that I would like to charter. You can sit down on the floor Amerindian language style and take the straps off of your shoulder joint again. Now cover your panty with your chick and concur the frock up to cover your dumbbell. Look like you want to tease the camera."

Marty's aspect was perfect as she struck that exact affectation. Her skirt was drawn up in a bunch right at her fork and her mitt held the two Triangle of the dress barely covering her breasts. The spirit on her face made me melt it was so sensual and I got wobbly legged just thinking about how sexy she looked. I snapped as many pictorial matter as I could before reluctantly allowing her to stand back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her side by side instructions, a interest spirit came across her boldness.

"Only if you want to,"I said reassuringly, answering her unstated interrogation.

The spirit did not exit her face as she bit down on her gloomy lip. Her hands started to relax and then tighten up on the front of her dress. Her hand relaxed once again only to clinch the fabric tightly in a Calidris canutus. The look in her eyes was torturously confused as she gazed off into blank space trying to puddle up her mind. Then in one brief minute of determination, she closed her middle and let the dress fell all of the way down her body and gathering at her metrical unit. I looked up at her red face and her eyes were tightly closed.

I tried to breathe normally but the sight of my princely girl standing before me in just her sky gentle panties had taken away my ability to function properly. I stood there completely in awe at the good deal of her lulu and her wiliness to percentage it with me. I had to ram my sightedness to rivet on the range of a function of this goddess as the depiction finally started to appear and a slim groan escaped out of my mouth.

Her legal tender right hand was covering her will breast and her forearm was resting on the rightfulness. Her center were still closed and a rebuff grimace of being uncomfortable was on her face. Her cheeks were crimson and her neck was red but the respite of her Thomas Young body stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her well-kept tummy gave way to a stringent little abdomen as my eyes passed down over her curve. Her blue panty exposed the image of her miserly unit of ammunition hummock and I detected just a hint of the dimpled effect of her pubic hair pushing its way up to receive the fabric. Her splendiferous stage were tightly clamped together in an campaign to protect against any possibly of exposure of her heap but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her eyes but the feel that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to give the lens the sensual flavor that she could cope as I began snapping the shutter of the camera. She opened her eyes and the look was amazingly sexy. She dropped her left helping hand to her tummy and crossed her left genu over the other. I captured her image in the painting and my eye skipped a beat.

"motion your left hand down and purloin your panties with your thumb,"I commanded with the gruff voice. She complied with my request."advertise it down off of your hip. Lower. Even lower yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the elastic on the opening of the leg at a point where just a jot of her pubic haircloth was showing. She never moved her stare from my eyes during the instruction but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking pictures, my heart was in my throat with excitement. My stage were trembling as I was trying to keep the television camera in stress and was definitely glad that I had it on auto.

"Turn a little to the right,"I commanded."Now to the leftfield. Now turn around and look over your shoulder at me. Give me that sexy look again."

After following each of instructions, she finally turned to face me with a questioning expression in her eyes.

"Oh Marty, that was consummate. You looked so aphrodisiacal and amazing. I could assume your picture all day long,"I told her.

She looked relieved but did not move an inch."I have one more pose if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and bring your genu up to our chest. I want you to buckle your human knee with your arms so that your chest are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her left arm for support and the right one never leaving her breasts. She mashed her knees up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly. Looking over the top of her knee, she got this sexy looking at back again and I started taking characterisation as fast as I could. I got down in front of her a mere two substructure away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right and then to the left to find the absolute best angle for the blastoff I wanted. Then I saw it right in front of me.

I was off to the left wing just a picayune and I had just the veracious slant that I saw her eye looking longingly at the camera and a slight piddling sky blue puffy wedge sticking out between her two thighs. I almost lost my calmness when I snapped the picture. It was the staring way to end the photo shoot so I sat the camera aside, looked longingly into my marvelous daughter's loving heart and moved forward to give her a little buss of appreciation.

As I pressed my sassing tenderly against hers, I couldn't help myself. I reached down with my finger tip and slightly caressed the low little blue spotlight that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a pleading feeling but said zip. She continued to look into my eyes as I smiled a confident smile and repeated my caress. She took in a shrewd intimation of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my finger's breadth along the sky blue back of her delight zone as I continued to kiss her backtalk. She responded with an urgent cry of desire and a forceful opening of her mouth. Feeling her springiness in to my kiss, I pressed even more into her indulgent wetness and moved my finger in between her humble lips. Her kiss became grabby and her branch slowly slid apart so my hand could totally encompass her sky blue scanty. As I pressed my palm into its softness, her ramification slipped downward exposing her bare slight breasts to me for the start time.

I pressed her backward with my kiss as she lay back on the floor with my other hand behind her to feed her the reinforcement. As her head met the rug she opened her middle and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the tenuous smile. Her look did not convert as I looked down at her breasts. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not actualise just how utter they were. My eyes consumed them in their softness and their perfection and I got an irrepressible urge to put my back talk down upon them. As I lowered my nous, I noticed that she had closed her centre once again.

Her tight piddling pink areolas were all shriveled up and sticking straight up in the air. On top of them were the two cutest little pebble sized nipples just waiting to be suckled and when my sass encompassed inaugural one and then the other, she let out the loudest groan that I have ever heard.

My hand was busily giving her pleasance by sliding up and down between her two lips and concentrating on her node that was located near the top. She was beginning to jerk her hips every time I bumped into it and I was bumping into it as often as I could.

I suddenly placed my hand at the waistline stria of her sky blue panties and started to press it inward when she cried out,"Oh grandfather, delight don't, not in there,"but it was too late. I rested my touch on her wet hairy mound and my finger went directly up to fulfil her clitoris. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to greet her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my hand and sucking the aliveness into her nipple as I lost all control over my brain and sense. My fist was between her legs pushing her panties down over her hips and exposed my caressing hand to the lightness of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her legs and threw them to the position. Now she was totally naked and her stage were wide-eyed apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing eyes opened widely with luxuria. Her face was like a half-crazed adult female who knew what she wanted and how to take it. She looked deep into my own arena and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my trousers. She had them open in a flash and was pulling my rock hard rod out of them with the roughness of the need that she must give been feeling. Then, laying it flat on my breadbasket, she placed it in between her two lips and started to rock herself into a frenzy.

She was sitting up with her hands on my thighs, rocking and grinding her herself into my prick. She had her eyes closed and her school principal back as the strangest auditory sensation started emanating out of her sassing. As she continued to cranch, she started to clench her tooth and then she stared down into my eyes. What I saw was pure lust, pain and simple and she had the look of a heroic dear crazed Brigham Young woman.

I felt her juice from her fiddling scratch as she slid my cock up to meet her button. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with expectation. Then she rose up on her articulatio genus and took my rod in her clenched fist. She started to military position it directly under her orifice. A spirit of repulsion must have got crossed my face because in her lustfulness, she smiled and told me,"I want this Gramps !"

Both of my men were on her pelvic arch and they came upon a strange touch stria aide patch. My figures were trying to decrypt what they was feeling when she smiled down at me and said,"I've been on the patch for a while,"and started to ease herself down on my stiffly rod. I saw her eyes roll back into her fountainhead as it slowly started to stretch it way into her young vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the niggardness began to become so intense that we were each starting to feel uncomfortable. But when I hit her barrier, I could tell that her discomfort was almost more than she could bear. Her eyes were still closed and her mouth hung undetermined as she began to frantically pant through her lip. Then, taking in a replete breathing time of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a dip and let out a sidesplitter as it broke through the membrane and she became a woman.

"Oh God it stings !"she whimpered as she came to rest for a minute. I looked into to come together eyes at the pain that she felt but slowly began to push it further into her. She gasped as it bottomed out and for the first fourth dimension she opened her heart and gave me a slight smiling. The look in her center was one of determination as she started to sway upon my rod resting deep inside of her womb. She closed her heart once again and a terrific feeling of satisfaction came over her integral face.

She began to jump and settle upon my stiff rod that was sliding into her muliebrity and the faster she slipped it in, the more military unit she used to impale herself with. Her wetness was running out of her opening as her breathing came strained and toil. She was rocking wildly as I felt that ol'feeling deep in my pubic region. I knew that I was about to mishandle but I wanted her to cum first.

I began to advance my hips up off of the base to fill her every knife thrust and her needs were growing more than ever. I was straining to take hold my explosion back as long as I could when I felt her walls cramp down on my cock and I knew she was about to lose it. She was not breathing and her muscles started to reduce up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a second as if she was letting it build. Then she opened her mouth and yelled out,"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGG ! !"

She was rocking and throwing herself down on my shooting member as I emptied my sack trench within her uterus. Her case was contorted beyond recondition and her breath came in jagged pant of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying cock, milking every drop out of it with her mean little vagina. Finally neither of us could postulate it any far and she collapsed down on top of me gasping for air.

We rested as we gained our dope once again. I fell into a peaceful slumber that lasted longer than my Marty's. When I awoke, I awoke alone. I heard the exhibitioner running for a moment and then it turned off. The room access opened and there came my darling out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She headed for her room without even glancing my way. I got up and headed for the bathroom myself.

In about 30 minutes we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a motion-picture show and she readily agreed. We saw a romantic comedy that evening and she cuddled up to my arm. But when we got home, she came up to me and gave me a peck on the cheek and told me"Goodnight Gramps ”.

The side by side morning we shared a breakfast sentence together and she said that she needed to get home base to get ready for her new job tomorrow. I carried her travelling bag to the car for her and before she got in she turned to me with the warm smile on her face.

"Gramps, I want to give thanks you for, ah, well for everything. I learned so much this weekend that I know I will use the rest of my life."

She looked deep into my eyes and I think that I saw a teardrop head start to overflow. I wiped it away with my finger's breadth as I let it linger for a secondment on her brass. She moved her face into my caress as she said,"I will always remember this weekend Gramps. Always. I love you Gramps."

"Me too Kidd-o, me too,"I said as I closed the door to her car.

I watched as she drove down the street and out of view around the turning point. I walked back into the lonely house and note my photographic camera sitting on the table following to the sofa. I picked it up and turned it on to retrospect the pictures that I had taken. They were not there. There was not the chip in the photographic camera that I knew I had put in. Then I smiled and softly said to myself,"felicitous viewing Marty. You're beautiful. ”, and walked down the hall to put my camera away .