Desi and Grandad

"Hi, gramps, I need to take a piss and sate my water bottle before I get started.

Gas is to the full & I put new vane on her this morning.

Probably have about an hour & a half to two hours to get it all mowed.

You do n't listen that I brought my fat ol'wife to give ear out with you while I knock this two acres out, do you ?"

Andy is my grandson & he 's been married to Desiree for nearly three year.

She absolutely looks radiant with her fraught belly pushing out from her slim pattern.

I could order by the way she rolled her heart that it was n't the first time she 'd see the 'fat ol'married woman'input.

"Well, bud, I guess I can put up with her for that long.

This place can always use a charwoman 's soupcon ; you know, sweeping, mopping, dusting, cooking.

'Spose she can address all that in just a couple minute ?"

Desi shook her finger at me and gave me a huge hug, pressing her business firm tits into my chest a little harder than usual.

She took Andy 's water bottle and filled it while he was in the bathroom.

After a quick osculation and a swat to his butt, he was out the door.

Desi and I stood on the deck of cards and watched him drive his lawn tractor to the far side of my small acreage ; he was right, it usually did hire him close to two hour to do the job ... how would I think about Desi that long ?

"Well, love, the remote for the TV is on the coffee bean table ; come up whatever you want.

I was in the middle of washing up yesterday 's dish, then I 'll put a load of wash in the washer ; I need some scavenge jean, that 's why I 'm still in my pj bottoms.

There 's cold-blooded water, Coke and DP in the fridge if you 're thirsty."

"I 'll dry the dishes as you wash, Grandad. We can knock 'em out pretty quick that way ; okay ?"

Was she kidding me ? Of class it would be okay.

Those Daisy Duke short shorts, T-shirt and farseeing ramification could stay as long as she liked.

As she dried the dishes, there were several times she raised her shirt and rubbed her baby swelling.

Yeah ... I did notice that the top of those jean short pants was unbuttoned and the zipper was assailable about half way.

I had to face up the sink as much as potential to hide my rising hard on.

"You 're big granddaughter is beginning to take all about soccer ; she 's been kicking a lot today.

Ooooo ... that was a good one ; you want to feel ?"

I pulled the stopper from the drain and dried my manus on the t-towel,"I indisputable do ; that girl and I are gon na be the Best brother in the country."

I dropped all the way to my knee joint as Desi raised her shirt.

needle to say, I was shocked, but very proud of to see her ski lift it all the way over her richly, business firm tits.

When I cocked my head to the side, raised my eyebrows and said,"Nice,"she acknowledged my appreciation with a pat on the head and said,"Kiss her ; she already loves her Grandad."

The sight of pubic hair's-breadth sticking out of the top of her half-open slide fastener caused my cock to hit entire unfeelingness. I glanced up at Desi 's face and saw her smile.

Her hired man slid the zipper all the way down,"Kiss anything you want, gramps, Andy wo n't touch me and I 've been so fucking horny the live month.

He thinks he 'll anguish the baby if we fuck, so the solitary sex we have is when I give him a blo ... Oh God !."

It did n't deal me more than a second to get the intimation.

Her sentence was cut shortsighted when my tongue slid upward, across the top of her slit.

She let the shorts fall completely to the floor and slid one foot outward, about two human foot, allowing full access to her sweetness ... and she was so, fucking, sweet.

"Oh my God, yes,"she squealed,"please eat me, please have a go at it me. Please, please.. Oh, fuck, that feels so good."

The poor people girl had been so deprived of sex lately, that she jerked my principal into her bush as she hit an sexual climax ... standing in the kitchen.

I grabbed her shorts off the floor and, quickly, led her through my bedroom threshold,"Get naked, stunner, I have a lot more for you.

Just help me listen for Andy 's mower, in case he comes to the planetary house for something.

Within second, Desi 's legs were in the air and my face was veracious back where she wanted it. I 'm not sure how many clock time I made her cum, or how long she was in a invariable land of orgasm, but we both were set up for a break when we heard the mower 's locomotive engine coming closer.

"Quick, get your apparel and go in the bathroom.

I 'll stall him for a few minutes while you get dressed."

It only took 2 seconds for me to buck my pj bottoms back on and step into the kitchen.

I just finished wiping purulent succus off my face, at the kitchen sink, when Andy walked in.

"One of my fuckin'tires is bell flat, Grandad, do you have a can of Fix-a-Flat ?"

"Naw, but I have a quid kit. Find where it 's leaking while I get it from the garage ; I think Desi 's in the privy, I heard the doorway a few min ago."

Both of them were standing beside the lawn mower when I brought the sparking plug kit.

Within a couple proceedings, we had the flat fixed and aired up,"Did Desi order you what I offered ?

I want to put her to work for two or three days a week ; probably three or four hours each day.

She knocked out my lousy dishes and loaded the automatic washer a lot quicker than I can.

Your Granny was always a lot more efficient than I am ... conjecture it 's a woman thing.

Anyway, if she wants to do it, I 'll pay her better than any maid I can find around here."

"Sure, if she wants to do it. The supernumerary money will serve, with the baby on the way."

Desi kissed her husband on the face and told him,"Thank you, Honey."

The mower was n't XV feet away when she turned to me and said,"C'mon, lover, let 's fuck."

We did ... and I ate her to two more coming ... and we fucked again.

We laid side by side for about 20 minutes, discussing our new 'business'arrangement.

"I want you to fuck I would have sex with you for cypher. You do n't have to pay me ; but I guess I would now be considered a whore, anyway."

"Just think of yourself as horny, not a harlot.

Besides, I 'll be paying you for the oeuvre you do ; not the sex.

I may take you to rend the bed covering back before we fuck.

You may make to wash the sheets.

I 'm sure the shower will need to be rinsed down once we clean up.

See ? ? I 'll be having you work your tight little ass off.

Speaking of ass, do you butt fuck ?"

"Yes, I like it a lot."

"Let me get my ol'fold cock pump and make this affair really hard, then I 'll happily throw it a shot."



No, I do n't feel bad about the involvement I 've been having with my grandson 's wife for the cobbler's last six years ; nor do I feel bad about Desi cheating on my grandson, two or three times a week during that time.

My great-grandkids are beautiful, amazing fille.

Yes, that is plural.. they now have three girls and the one matter I do feel bad about is ... the middle one looks so much like me, she could, in fact, be mine ... yes, Millie probably is mine.

Lillian could be, also, since I was getting more of Desi 's pussycat at the time than Andy was getting.

Scarlett, the commencement and sometime, is now the overbold kid in kindergarten.

I 'm 61 now, Desi is 28 and still hot as hell.

She tells me that I 'm the only 'other'rooster she getting, but that 's the same title I would make, too.

Thankfully, with the help of Cialis and that damn good cock heart, we still have sex as often as possible .