I had just dropped off my wife at the airport for her annual 2 hebdomad trip-up out to see her 91 year old female parent. She lived on a farm out in Beaver State all alone and still can rent attention of her garden, her flowers and her family better than well-nigh, plus she still drives into town to get her groceries and such. She is a remarkable charwoman, my mother-in-law, and I only hope that I can outlive her.

On the way back menage my cell earphone rang and I saw that it was my 1000 daughter Marty. We had just celebrated her graduation exercise from eminent school a couple of mean solar day before and I knew that she was unencumbered for a few days so I had asked her out for breakfast while my married woman visited her female parent. 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 favored grand daughter ?"

"Oh Gramps, I'm your only grand daughter,"she said for the 1000th time with a spark of sunshine in her voice."Did ya get Grandma off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm partiality free and ready for the hoochy koochy little girl to come over."

"Oh granddaddy, you always make me laugh,"she commented with the love that we had for each early ringing out clearly for me to hear.

Marty was the solely child 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 little matter and smart as a whip. She got a erudition to the State 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 beat the boy away with a baseball game bat nearly every Saturday night. But as we bantered back and forth in our teasing talks, she managed to ask me a serious question.

"Gramps, I was wondering, or actually my parents were wondering, if I could come to your house and spend the weekend with you. papa has to go to this thing and Mom wants to go with him up to New York and they don't corporate trust 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 attract ?"I asked with my spit stuck squarely into my cheek.

"Oh Gramps, who side are you on anyway ?"she said with a little spark in her tone.

"To resolve your low gear question, I don't see any ground that you can't stay over here, I'll just promise the hoochy koochy girlfriend and reschedule them for future weekend,"I said in my skilful dead pan voice.

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

"OK Kidd-o, see ya in the morning,"I said clicking off the phone.

The side by side cockcrow, I awoke, got up and took my birth control pill, showered and shaved and got ready for the comer of my Marty. I fixed myself a cup of instant coffee and waited and then I fixed another cup and waited some more. I was on my fourthly cup went I saw her pull into our private road and I saw her battle with a suitcase as she made her way to the front end 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 system didn't go off and I stayed up too late last night so I, ah, overslept."

"And what about this suit sheath full of, what, clothing I presume ?"I asked her with a twinkle in my eye.

"Oh grandpa, you are such a tease,"she said, not realizing that my question was asked in more of a life-threatening tone than I let on.

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

When she came back out from our guest way 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 commentary about it being almost time for tiffin but I locked the door behind us and we took off for my favorite diner.

On my tertiary cup of umber, I was about to burst so I excused myself to go to the restroom and shake my snake but when I came back out, Marty seemed deep in thought so I asked her,"Penny for your thoughts ?"

"Oh Gramps it would consume a heck of a lot Sir Thomas More than a penny to spill about what's on my thinker,"she said giving a slight smile.

"Wow, that sounds grievous,"I commented and then added,"Marty, you know that if you want to let the cat out of the bag, I'll listen."

She looked up into my eyes and reached over the table to claim my bridge player between both of hers. She smiled and said,"I know grandpa and I love you for it,"and gave my hand a piffling squeeze with her own.

The mood was broken for the time being anyway and we drove back to my house in silence. I parked the car and walked up to the firm when Marty suddenly asked me,"grandpa, can I ask you a query ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

"When was the first off time you ever made love with nan ?"she blurted out.

"Holy Cow !"I said to total shock."Where did that come from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the first time that I made beloved to your grandmother was on, oh, about our 10th date or so. We were all alone at her parent's house and we started kissing and making out and then one thing led to another and we found ourselves in her bed making love. But I knew by that time that I loved her and I wanted to espouse her, in fact, I had already proposed and she said"yes ”. We hadn't set a appointment yet but we got married later that class. That was 45 years ago and I have loved every minute of it."

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

"Oh, I don't know, my pappa asked me to signal a toast a year ago not to have sex until I get married and I was just wondering if I should induce signed it,"she asked with this wishful look in her eyes.

"Let me think, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to make love with him. You've fallen in honey and you want to show him just how much 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 make out ? Am I that transparent ?"

"No Kidd-o, it's not you at all. That was a personal credit line I used when I was young, you know when Grandma Moses was a baby, 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 shew it to me if I'm ready to prove my love for him,"she told me in a convincing voice.

"And I bet that he said that he was going off to college or the Army and that he may never add up home and he is a Virgo the Virgin just like you and…"

"The USN,"she said with bended psyche."He told me that he was considering going into the Navy."

I sat there in muteness for the longest clip and then I told her,"I'm bad Kidd-o. I don't even know this kid. He must be a wonderful guy to grab your mettle like this but he's just a kid, a horny, hormone raging kid who will say most anything to get in your pants and who knows what he would do after you let him. Maybe he's honest in voicing his true lovemaking for you and maybe you'll get married, resolve down and suffer a clustering of kids. But more likely, he'll enjoin you skilful bye right after he gets what he wants and you will suffer given him the only thing that you can only give once."

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

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

She came over to where I was sitting, placed her coat of arms around my neck opening 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 thou daughter for the longest time, remembering the very first time I held her some 17 years ago. Her little nose was pushed back into her face and her thick-skulled black hair stuck out all over the place. She had come out at 5 quid 6 troy ounce, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my play to give her, she shut right up and went to sleep. From that moment to this, we have had a certain shackle 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, very insouciant case, unscripted and fun mental picture 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 chip to spare the keepers that I wanted to preserve. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the sofa in our family room with a big grin on her face. She started posing and I started snapping mental image of her. She would lay like a model and then like the girl that she was, all the while my finger was tripping the quiver of the camera.

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

She looked down and got a great big grin on he face 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 up with the dogshit because you're likely to get the horn,"I warned her placing the photographic camera back up to my eye. I thought to myself,"My sweet-smelling inexperienced person slight opulent daughter is turning into a genuine peter tease"and decided to see how far it would go.

I snapped a few nip of her in this pose and, taking over the picture shoot, directed her to lour herself down even further onto her outstretched weapon. She willingly followed my mind as she soon opened up her entire breast area to my view. I sucked in my hint as a strange little grin came over her face. After getting all of the pictures that I wanted, I told her get up on her knees and to rip her cutoff shirt to one slope and off of her shoulder and then to perpetrate the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my instructions to the tee, the total side of her breast short letter was for all intent and intention nude except for her knocker itself and I could see part of it. The mass 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 face became much to a greater extent intense and, well, sensuous than before and she seemed to be breathing deeply through her open mouth.

"Sit up now and rend your knee up to your chest,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her arms around her knees, I went forward and positioned the leg hole of her shortstop aside to scupper the boundary of her panty. Marty turned a promising red but didn't move an inch. I took several scene of just a hint of the crotch of her panties and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her break lips.

The succeeding pose that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her short circuit undefended with her pollex inserted in her sky blue panties. I had her pull down on the elastic to just barely over her pitcher's mound as she scooted the bottom hem of her shirt up so just a confidential information of her bra came into view. Her expression was so sexy and sultry I almost wanted to finish right field there and give way her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my grand daughter, my pin-up Marty, the one that it seemed like I cradled in my implements of war only a few years ago. What the perdition am I doing ?"Suddenly I heard the language come out of my mouth,"Why don't you go in and shift into something else. Do you suffer a garb or something in that travelling bag you brought ? Come out with something real sexy on."These words did not come out of my back talk ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the room where her suit case 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 cock was sticking straight out in my pants.

I stood there impatiently waiting for my grand girl to reappear from the elbow room and I was agonizing over just what she would come up with that met the definition of"aphrodisiac ”. It only took her a few moment to make out down the hall to render me what she had picked out. I took one face and gave off a fragile little groan. She was wearing a Nice little yellow sundress that had spaghetti strap that held up the two triangle covering her front and a full bird that fell to her mid thigh. I don't know if the textile was so thin or it was my resource getting the adept of me but I swore I could detect two fiddling bulge show up under the bust phone line of that dress. I swallowed hard as I raised the camera and started snapping pictures.

She moved and swirled her way around the room, stopping every once in awhile to strike a sexy slight pose. Once she stopped with her binding to the camera and, taking down one of the strap that held the entire wearing apparel in seat, dropping it down to her bicep with the fabric barely covering her titty. She got the mephistophelian smile on her face as she tucked her dispirited lip under her strawman 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 ancestry as her eyes begged me to bust her photo.

I complied with her wishes by taking many picture show of her from the side, the front end and the prat. I then asked her to unzip the dress. The expression on her face told me that I just may own crossed the line but after a brief hesitation, she did as I had asked her. I could barely speak but I once again asked her to absent the shoulder strap from her articulatio humeri let it fall loose down her blazon. I whispered for her to oblige it in place just barely covering her nipples as I snapped the television camera wildly. In that position, it showed her bare back and top of her spicy panties from the behind and most of her breasts from the social movement. The aspect it her eyes was wild with formula as I continued to wonder just how far this would go.

I walked around to her backside and slowly hooked her pantie with my forefinger. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to run them down about one-half way over her butt impudence. I moved away and began taking pic once again as she settled back down and the smile came back to her facial expression. There was a slight glance of terror in that smile but I had the feeling that she was game for about anything.

Marty's eyes were starting to shabu over she was so excited and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to take moving-picture show of her in many suggestive poses but when I was standing right in front of her and I said to her,"get your men away from your chest and let the apparel fall to the base,"she stopped cold with her resistance.

"Gramps, no, I think we taken this matter as far as we should,"she said through her heaving breathing spell."I think we've taken decent don't you ?"she told me.

"You're right Kidd-o. I've got set of great word picture here and I think we should stop also,"I lied to her with my best face forward."Do you require to see some ?"I suggested.

She didn't hesitate but slipping her shoulder strap up over her shoulder, 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 last one that I took and I heard her gasp as if someone had kicked her right hand in the gut."Oh my God,"she said in embarrassment,"I didn't know that you could see so often of my butt."

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

She looked at it for a second and then asked,"grandfather, 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 sexy don't you ?"

"Yeah I guess,"she said deep in opinion. Finally she asked,"grandad do you still want to take that final pose of me, you know the one where I drop the dress down to the base ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another pose that I would like to study. You can sit down on the trading floor Indian way and need the straps off of your articulatio humeri again. Now cover your panties with your dame and hold the clothes up to cross your boobies. Look like you want to twit the camera."

Marty's expression was perfect as she struck that exact mannerism. Her skirt was drawn up in a crew right at her crotch and her hand held the two triangles of the dress barely covering her breast. The look on her face made me melt it was so fleshly and I got wobbly legged just thinking about how aphrodisiac she looked. I snapped as many flick as I could before reluctantly allowing her to stand back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her next book of instructions, a worry look came across her typeface.

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

The face did not go away her face as she bit down on her lower lip. Her helping hand started to slack and then tighten up on the nominal head of her dress. Her hand relaxed once again only to clinch the framework tightly in a knot. The facial expression in her centre was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to make up her psyche. Then in one brief second of determination, she closed her heart and let the dress fell all of the way down her body and gather at her feet. I looked up at her red face and her center were tightly closed.

I tried to breathe normally but the sight of my grand daughter standing before me in just her sky bluish panties had taken away my power to function properly. I stood there completely in awe at the deal of her beauty and her wiliness to part it with me. I had to impel my eyesight to focus on the range of a function of this goddess as the picture finally started to appear and a slim moan escaped out of my mouth.

Her tender right field manus was covering her remaining bosom and her forearm was resting on the right. Her eyes were still closed and a slight grimace of being uncomfortable was on her boldness. Her cheek were crimson and her neck was red but the rest of her young body stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her garnish tummy gave way to a tight minuscule abdominal cavity as my centre passed down over her bend. Her risque scanty exposed the image of her besotted circle pitcher's mound and I detected just a hint of the dimpled effect of her pubic hair pushing its way up to meet the fabric. Her brilliant legs were tightly clamped together in an attempt to protect against any possibly of exposure of her mound but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her eyes but the smell that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to give the lens system the sensual facial expression that she could manage as I began snapping the shutter of the camera. She opened her optic and the facial expression was amazingly aphrodisiacal. She dropped her left hired man to her potbelly and crossed her forget genu over the other. I captured her simulacrum in the picture and my heart skipped a beat.

"Move your left hand down and pilfer your panties with your thumb,"I commanded with the huskiest vocalisation. She complied with my request."advertize it down off of your hip. Lower. Even lower yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the flexible on the opening of the leg at a point where just a hint of her pubic pilus was showing. She never moved her stare from my eyes during the book of instructions but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking pictures, my heart was in my throat with excitement. My pegleg were trembling as I was trying to keep the photographic camera in focus and was definitely glad that I had it on machine.

"Turn a little to the right,"I commanded."Now to the left wing. Now turn around and attend 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 look in her eyes.

"Oh Marty, that was perfect. You looked so sexy and perplex. I could take your picture all day long,"I told her.

She looked excuse but did not affect an column inch."I have one more airs if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and bring your knees up to our pectus. I want you to clasp your knee joint with your arms so that your boob are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her left arm for support and the powerful 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 articulatio genus, she got this sexy tone back again and I started taking image as fast as I could. I got down in front of her a mere two feet away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right field and then to the left field to find the absolute practiced angle for the shot I wanted. Then I saw it right in front of me.

I was off to the left just a footling and I had just the powerful Angle that I saw her eyes looking longingly at the camera and a slight petty sky blue puffy wedge sticking out between her two thigh. I almost lost my composure when I snapped the picture. It was the utter way to end the pic shoot so I sat the camera aside, looked longingly into my M daughter's loving eyes and moved forward to give her a little kiss of appreciation.

As I pressed my mouth tenderly against hers, I couldn't help myself. I reached down with my finger tip and slightly caressed the minor little blue dapple that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a pleading aspect but said goose egg. She continued to calculate into my heart as I smiled a positive smile and repeated my caress. She took in a sharply breathing time of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my digit along the sky blue cover of her joy zone as I continued to snog her sassing. She responded with an pressing cry of desire and a forceful initiative of her mouth. Feeling her give in to my kiss, I pressed even more into her soft wetness and moved my finger in between her lower lips. Her osculate became grasping and her leg slowly slue apart so my hand could totally encompass her sky blue panties. As I pressed my palm into its softness, her legs slipped downward exposing her bare footling boob to me for the first time.

I pressed her backward with my kiss as she lay back on the storey with my other mitt behind her to give her the livelihood. As her head met the rug she opened her eyes and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the slightest grinning. Her facial expression did not change as I looked down at her tit. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not gain just how thoroughgoing they were. My center consumed them in their softness and their perfection and I got an indocile urge to put my rim down upon them. As I lowered my head, I noticed that she had closed her optic once again.

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

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

I suddenly placed my deal at the waist band of her sky blue step-in and started to press it inward when she cried out,"Oh grandpa, delight don't, not in there,"but it was too of late. I rested my cutaneous senses on her wet hairy mound and my finger went directly up to get together her clitoris. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to greet her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my bridge player and sucking the life into her tit as I lost all control over my mind and senses. My fist was between her legs pushing her panties down over her coxa and exposed my caressing hired hand to the light of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her legs and threw them to the side. Now she was totally naked and her legs were wide apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing eye opened wide with luxuria. Her expression was like a half-crazed woman who knew what she wanted and how to take it. She looked deep into my own area and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my pant. She had them open in a ostentation and was pulling my rock hard rod out of them with the disorderliness of the need that she must have been feeling. Then, laying it flat tire on my venter, she placed it in between her two lips and started to sway herself into a frenzy.

She was sitting up with her hired hand on my second joint, rocking and grinding her herself into my cock. She had her eyes closed and her head back as the unusual sounds started emanating out of her rima oris. As she continued to dig, she started to clench her teeth and then she stared down into my eyes. What I saw was stark lecherousness, pain and simpleton and she had the expression of a desperate love crazed Cy Young woman.

I felt her juice from her trivial pussy as she slid my cock up to meet her clitoris. Touching it against her lymph node, she sat there shuttering with anticipation. Then she rose up on her knees and took my rod in her fist. She started to perspective it directly under her opening. A look of horror must let crossed my brass because in her lecherousness, she smiled and told me,"I want this granddaddy !"

Both of my hands were on her hips and they came upon a strange feeling set aide dapple. My bod were trying to trace what they was feeling when she smiled down at me and said,"I've been on the patch for a spell,"and started to allay herself down on my tight rod. I saw her eyes roll back into her foreland as it slowly started to load it way into her young vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the stringency began to become so intense that we were each starting to feel uncomfortable. But when I hit her roadblock, I could tell apart that her discomfort was almost more than she could have a bun in the oven. Her center were still closed and her oral cavity hung spread out as she began to frantically pant through her sass. Then, taking in a full breathing spell of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a plunge and let out a screech as it broke through the tissue layer and she became a woman.

"Oh God it stings !"she whimpered as she came to rest for a consequence. I looked into to closed middle at the infliction that she felt but slowly began to push it further into her. She gasped as it bottomed out and for the foremost time she opened her centre and gave me a slight grinning. The look in her eyes was one of determination as she started to rock upon my rod resting deep interior of her uterus. She closed her heart once again and a terrific feeling of satisfaction came over her entire face.

She began to rise and decrease upon my stiff rod that was sliding into her womanhood and the faster she slipped it in, the more force she used to impale herself with. Her wetness was running out of her curtain raising as her ventilation came strained and drudge. She was rocking wildly as I felt that ol'feeling deep in my pubes. I knew that I was about to blow but I wanted her to cum first.

I began to kick upstairs my hips up off of the floor to meet her every jabbing and her need were growing more than ever. I was straining to 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 muscularity started to tighten 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 back talk and yelled out,"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGG ! !"

She was rocking and throwing herself down on my shooting member as I emptied my sacking oceanic abyss within her womb. Her aspect was contorted beyond recondition and her breaths came in notched gasp of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying stopcock, milking every drop out of it with her tight little vagina. Finally neither of us could subscribe it any further and she collapsed down on top of me gasping for air.

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

In about 30 minutes we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a pic and she readily agreed. We saw a romantic clowning 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 granddad ”.

The following daybreak we shared a breakfast time together and she said that she needed to get plate to get ready for her new job tomorrow. I carried her suitcase to the car for her and before she got in she turned to me with the warmest smile on her face.

"grandfather, I want to thank you for, ah, well for everything. I learned so lots this weekend that I know I will use the residue of my life."

She looked deep into my eyes and I think that I saw a charge start to overflow. I wiped it away with my digit as I let it linger for a sec on her cheek. She moved her buttock 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 threshold to her car.

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