I had just dropped off my married woman at the airport for her yearly 2 calendar week trip out to see her 91 twelvemonth old mother. She lived on a farm out in Oregon all alone and still can pack care of her garden, her flower and her mansion better than nigh, plus she still drives into town to get her foodstuff and such. She is a noteworthy woman, my mother-in-law, and I only hope that I can outlive her.

On the way back home my cell phone rang and I saw that it was my grand daughter Marty. We had just celebrated her graduation exercise from high schooltime a couple of daylight before and I knew that she was unencumbered for a few days so I had asked her out for breakfast while my wife visited her mother. I figured that she was calling me back to confirm the where and when so I answered it with my common cheery greeting.

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

"Oh Gramps, I'm your only grand girl,"she said for the one-thousandth time with a scintillation of sunshine in her voice."Did ya get gran off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm project costless and fix for the hoochy koochy female child to come over."

"Oh Gramps, you always puddle 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 small thing and wise as a whip. She got a scholarship to the State University in skill and was on her way to becoming whatever her nub led her to do. She was also so attractive that my son-in-law had to beat the male child away with a baseball bat nearly every Saturday night. But as we bantered back and forth in our teasing talks, she managed to ask me a serious question.

"grandpa, I was wondering, or actually my parents were wondering, if I could come to your house and expend the weekend with you. Daddy has to go to this affair and Mom wants to go with him up to New House of York and they don't trust me to quell by myself for the weekend,"she explained.

"Is it that they don't trust you or all the boys that you seem to attract ?"I asked with my clapper stuck squarely into my cheek.

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

"To resolve your foremost question, I don't see any reason that you can't stoppage over here, I'll just call the hoochy koochy girls and reschedule them for next weekend,"I said in my safe bushed pan voice.

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

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

The adjacent forenoon, I awoke, got up and took my oral contraceptive pill, showered and shaved and got cook for the arrival of my Marty. I fixed myself a cup of twinkling burnt umber and waited and then I fixed another cup and waited some more. I was on my fourth cup went I saw her twist into our drive 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 propel in."

"I'm sorry I'm late,"she said out of intimation,"but my alarum didn't go off and I stayed up too late finish night so I, ah, overslept."

"And what about this causa pillowcase fully of, what, clothing I presume ?"I asked her with a twinkle in my eye.

"Oh granddad, you are such a tease,"she said, not realizing that my interrogation was asked in Thomas More of a grave tone than I let on.

"okey, 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 time for lunch but I locked the door behind us and we took off for my favorite diner.

On my third gear cup of coffee, I was about to burst so I excused myself to go to the restroom and agitate my ophidian but when I came back out, Marty seemed deep in sentiment so I asked her,"Penny for your thoughts ?"

"Oh grandfather it would take a heck of a lot More than a penny to talk about what's on my mind,"she said giving a little smile.

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

She looked up into my eyes and reached over the table to take my mitt between both of hers. She smiled and said,"I know granddaddy and I love you for it,"and gave my hired hand a little liquidity crisis with her own.

The temper was broken for the clock time being anyway and we drove back to my theater in muteness. I parked the car and walked up to the firm when Marty suddenly asked me,"granddad, can I ask you a question ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

"When was the first sentence you ever made love with grandma ?"she blurted out.

"Holy Cow !"I said to total shock."Where did that seminal fluid from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the first time that I made love to your grandma was on, oh, about our 10th date or so. We were all alone at her parent's theatre and we started kissing and making out and then one thing led to another and we found ourselves in her bed making love life. But I knew by that meter that I loved her and I wanted to marry 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 farseeing reaching of silence and finally I asked,"I've told you the truth about nan and me, now you have to severalize me what's going on that prompted that question."

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

"Let me hazard, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to make jazz with him. You've fallen in dearest and you want to establish him just how very much you love him but you have this assurance 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 know ? Am I that transparent ?"

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

"But he says he loves me as lots as I love him and he's bequeath to prove 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 come home and he is a virgin just like you and…"

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

I sat there in silence for the longest meter and then I told her,"I'm sorry Kidd-o. I don't even know this kid. He must be a wonderful guy to snaffle your spirit like this but he's just a kid, a horny, endocrine raging kid who will say most anything to get in your knickers and who knows what he would do after you let him. Maybe he's honest in voicing his true sexual love for you and maybe you'll get married, settle down and stimulate a bunch of tyke. But more likely, he'll tell you good bye right after he gets what he wants and you will induce given him the but thing that you can only give once."

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

"Oh Kidd-o, not all men aren't creeps. I'm not a crawling, at to the lowest degree not anymore. I'm too old to be officially called a"weirdie ”, 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 neck and whispered into my ear,"I don't think you're an old geezer grandfather, I love you just the way you are."

I sat there basking in the affection that I felt for my idealistic daughter for the longest clip, remembering the very beginning clock time I held her some 17 years ago. Her trivial nose was pushed back into her grimace and her thick grim hair stuck out all over the place. She had come out at 5 pound sign 6 ounces, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my turn to hold her, she shut justly up and went to log Z's. From that minute to this, we have had a certain bond that no else could ever have.

A thinking suddenly came into my brain and I acted on it before I knew what I was saying."Marty, why don't I take some exposure of you, you know, very nonchalant type, unscripted and fun photo 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 flake to pull through the custodian that I wanted to bear on. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the sofa in our family room with a big grin on her font. She started posing and I started snapping figure of her. She would nonplus like a model and then like the girl that she was, all the while my digit was tripping the shudder of the camera.

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

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

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

I snapped a few guessing of her in this pose and, taking over the photo shoot, directed her to bring down herself down even further onto her outstretched arms. She willingly followed my ideas as she soon opened up her entire white meat area to my view. I sucked in my breath as a strange little smile came over her face. After getting all of the pictures that I wanted, I told her get up on her genu and to pull her cutoff shirt to one side of meat and off of her shoulder joint and then to pull up the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my operating instructions to the tee, the intact side of her titty line was for all purpose and determination nude except for her breast itself and I could see part of it. The sight was so energize that I detected a stirring down in my pants.

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

"Sit up now and take out your knees up to your chest,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her blazon around her knee joint, I went forward and positioned the leg fix of her boxershorts aside to endanger the edge of her pantie. Marty turned a bright red but didn't movement an inch. I took several shots of just a intimation of the crotch of her panties and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her set out lips.

The adjacent airs that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her shorts open with her thumb inserted in her sky blue devil pantie. I had her deplumate down on the elastic to just barely over her cumulation as she scooted the bottom hem of her shirt up so just a hint of her bra came into perspective. Her expression was so sexy and sultry I almost wanted to stop over right there and give her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my deluxe daughter, my lovely Marty, the one that it seemed like I cradled in my arms only a few long time ago. What the sin am I doing ?"Suddenly I heard the row come out of my oral fissure,"Why don't you go in and convert into something else. Do you induce a dress or something in that travelling bag you brought ? Come out with something real sexy on."These speech did not come out of my mouth ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the elbow room where her suit of clothes case full of clothes was, I realized that it was I who had uttered them and it was I who was so turned on that my prick was sticking straight out in my pants.

I stood there impatiently waiting for my expansive daughter to reappear from the room and I was agonizing over just what she would come up with that met the definition of"sexy ”. It only took her a few minutes to come down the anteroom to present me what she had picked out. I took one look and gave off a slight little moan. She was wearing a nice trivial yellow sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two Triangle covering her presence and a full skirt that fell to her mid second joint. I don't know if the material was so slender or it was my imagination getting the best of me but I swore I could detect two fiddling protrusions show up under the skint argument of that frock. I swallowed strong as I raised the tv camera and started snapping pictures.

She moved and swirled her way around the room, stopping every once in awhile to strike a aphrodisiac minuscule pose. Once she stopped with her back to the camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the entire clothes in place, dropping it down to her bicep with the fabric barely covering her boob. She got the diabolical grin on her face as she tucked her downhearted lip under her front teeth and moved the arm with the shoulder strap off of it down to the hem of her skirt. Then, very seductively, she raised it up to just below her panty seam as her eyes begged me to snap her depiction.

I complied with her wishes by taking many pictures of her from the side, the front and the ass. I then asked her to unzip the dress. The look on her aspect told me that I just may experience crossed the line of descent but after a abbreviated hesitation, she did as I had asked her. I could barely speak but I once again asked her to remove the strap from her shoulder let it pass free down her munition. I whispered for her to hold it in station just barely covering her mamilla as I snapped the television camera wildly. In that position, it showed her bare back and top of her down panties from the rear and most of her breasts from the front end. The look it her center was baseless with formulation as I continued to wonder just how far this would go.

I walked around to her prat and slowly hooked her pantie with my index finger. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to move them down about half way over her tooshie impudence. I moved away and began taking pictures once again as she settled back down and the smile came back to her face. There was a flimsy glimpse of terror in that smiling but I had the feeling that she was game for about anything.

Marty's eyes were starting to drinking glass over she was so charge and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to take pictures of her in many implicative poses but when I was standing right in presence of her and I said to her,"subscribe your manus away from your breasts and let the dress downfall to the floor,"she stopped cold-blooded with her resistance.

"grandad, no, I think we taken this thing as far as we should,"she said through her heaving breathing place."I think we've taken sufficiency don't you ?"she told me.

"You're mightily Kidd-o. I've got lots of great pictures here and I think we should block up also,"I lied to her with my best case forward."Do you want to see some ?"I suggested.

She didn't hesitate but slipping her strap up over her articulatio humeri, but bother to zip up the apparel. She came over to where I was and sat down succeeding to me as we both reviewed my photography skills. We started at the end one that I took and I heard her pant as if someone had kicked her right 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 moment and then asked,"granddaddy, do you really think that I'm sexy ?"

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

"Yeah I guess,"she said trench in thought. Finally she asked,"Gramps do you still want to strike that finish mannerism of me, you know the one where I drop the garb down to the floor ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another affectation that I would like to take. You can sit down on the floor Amerindian language expressive style and take on the strap off of your shoulder joint again. Now cover your step-in with your wench and declare the apparel up to cover your boobies. take care like you want to fluff the camera."

Marty's look was perfect as she struck that claim pose. Her dame was drawn up in a bunch right at her crotch and her hired man held the two triangles of the dress barely covering her bosom. The spirit on her face made me melt it was so animal and I got wobbly legged just thinking about how sexy she looked. I snapped as many photo as I could before reluctantly allowing her to stand back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her next educational activity, a care flavour came across her fount.

"Only if you want to,"I said reassuringly, answering her unvoiced head.

The flavour did not impart her face as she bit down on her lower lip. Her hands started to relax and then tighten up on the front man of her dress. Her paw relaxed once again only to clinch the material tightly in a knot. The look in her optic was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to make up her mind. Then in one brief second of decision, she closed her oculus and let the dress fell all of the way down her body and gather at her fundament. I looked up at her red boldness and her eyes were tightly closed.

I tried to suspire normally but the quite a little of my wonderful daughter standing before me in just her sky blue panties had taken away my ability to function properly. I stood there completely in awe at the quite a little of her beauty and her craftiness to portion it with me. I had to force my eyesight to focus on the image of this goddess as the picture finally started to seem and a little moan escaped out of my mouth.

Her tender rightfield hand was covering her left breast and her forearm was resting on the right wing. Her eyes were still closed and a slim grimace of being uncomfortable was on her face. Her cheek were crimson and her neck was red but the respite of her vernal soundbox stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her trim tummy gave way to a tight little abdomen as my middle passed down over her bend. Her blue scanty exposed the prototype of her tight round pitcher and I detected just a hint of the dimpled gist of her pubic hair pushing its way up to cope with the cloth. Her brilliant legs were tightly clamped together in an effort to protect against any possibly of exposure of her agglomerate but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her eyes but the look that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to give the lense the sulfurous look that she could bring off as I began snapping the shutter of the camera. She opened her eyes and the face was amazingly aphrodisiac. She dropped her left hand to her tummy and crossed her left knee over the other. I captured her image in the exposure and my heart skipped a beat.

"Move your left hand down and hook your pantie with your thumb,"I commanded with the gruff voice. She complied with my postulation."Push it down off of your hip. depress. Even crushed yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the elastic on the initiative of the leg at a detail where just a hint of her pubic haircloth was showing. She never moved her stare from my oculus during the command but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking pictures, my heart was in my pharynx with excitation. My leg were trembling as I was trying to go along the photographic camera in focus and was definitely gladiola that I had it on auto.

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

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

"Oh Marty, that was perfective. You looked so sexy and amazing. I could hire your picture all day long,"I told her.

She looked relieved but did not strike an inch."I have one Thomas More affectation if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and impart your genu up to our breast. I want you to clasp your knees with your arms so that your white meat are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her left wing arm for financial support and the right one never leaving her breasts. She mashed her knees up against her chest and wrapped her sleeve around them tightly. Looking over the top of her genu, she got this aphrodisiac look back again and I started taking pictures as fast as I could. I got down in figurehead of her a simple two feet away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right wing and then to the left hand to find the absolute best slant for the crack I wanted. Then I saw it right in front of me.

I was off to the left just a niggling and I had just the right angle that I saw her eyes looking longingly at the camera and a slight little sky blue air puffy wedge sticking out between her two thighs. I almost lost my composure when I snapped the painting. It was the perfect way to end the photograph shoot so I sat the camera aside, looked longingly into my howling daughter's loving eyes and moved forward to give her a little buss of appreciation.

As I pressed my lips tenderly against hers, I couldn't assistant myself. I reached down with my finger's breadth tip and slightly caressed the small little blue spot that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a plead look but said nothing. She continued to await into my heart as I smiled a confident smile and repeated my caress. She took in a acute breath of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my finger along the sky blue binding of her pleasance zona as I continued to kiss her sassing. She responded with an urgent cry of desire and a forceful opening of her mouth. Feeling her give in to my kiss, I pressed even more into her soft wetness and moved my fingerbreadth in between her take down lip. Her kiss became greedy and her legs slowly slew apart so my deal could totally encompass her sky downhearted panty. As I pressed my thenar into its softness, her stage slipped downward exposing her bare little boob to me for the low time.

I pressed her backward with my kiss as she lay back on the floor with my other hired hand behind her to open her the support. As her pass met the rug she opened her heart and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the flimsy smile. Her feeling did not interchange as I looked down at her knocker. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not actualise just how perfect they were. My eyes consumed them in their fuzziness and their perfection and I got an uncontrollable urge to put my lips down upon them. As I lowered my head, I noticed that she had closed her eyes once again.

Her tight little pink areola 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 mouth encompassed first gear one and then the early, she let out the loudest groan that I have ever heard.

My bridge player was busily giving her pleasure by sliding up and down between her two back talk 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 deal at the waist dance band of her sky gamy panties and started to press it inward when she cried out,"Oh gramps, delight don't, not in there,"but it was too late. I rested my signature on her wet hairy hummock and my finger's breadth went directly up to meet her button. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to greet her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my hand and sucking the living into her nipples as I lost all control over my creative thinker and senses. My clenched fist was between her legs pushing her panties down over her articulatio coxae and exposed my caressing helping hand to the spark of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her leg and threw them to the side. Now she was totally raw and her legs were wide apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing center opened spacious with lustfulness. Her face was like a craze womanhood who knew what she wanted and how to take it. She looked deep into my own celestial sphere and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my trousers. She had them open in a New York minute and was pulling my rock hard rod out of them with the roughness of the need that she must have been feeling. Then, laying it prostrate on my tum, she placed it in between her two sass 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 cock. She had her oculus closed and her pass back as the strangest audio started emanating out of her lip. As she continued to grind, she started to clench her teeth and then she stared down into my eyes. What I saw was pure lust, pain and simple and she had the look of a desperate love crazed young woman.

I felt her juice from her little slit as she slid my cock up to meet her clitoris. Touching it against her thickening, she sat there shuttering with anticipation. Then she rose up on her stifle and took my rod in her fist. She started to position it directly under her possibility. A look of repulsion must get crossed my grimace because in her lustfulness, she smiled and told me,"I want this Gramps !"

Both of my hands were on her hips and they came upon a foreign feeling band aide patch. My figures were trying to trace 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 stiff rod. I saw her eye roll back into her head as it slowly started to stretch it way into her untried vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the tightness began to become so vivid that we were each starting to experience 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 oral fissure hung open as she began to frantically puff through her lips. Then, taking in a good breath of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a dip and let out a scream as it broke through the membrane and she became a woman.

"Oh God it stings !"she whimpered as she came to lie for a second. I looked into to closed 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 sentence she opened her middle and gave me a slim smiling. The tone in her eyes was one of determination as she started to shake upon my rod resting trench interior of her womb. She closed her optic once again and a howling tactile sensation of satisfaction came over her total face.

She began to rise and flow upon my stiff rod that was sliding into her womanhood and the faster she slipped it in, the more force she used to stake herself with. Her wetness was running out of her opening night as her breathing came agonistic and labored. She was rocking wildly as I felt that ol'feeling deep in my loins. I knew that I was about to spoil but I wanted her to cum first.

I began to raise my hips up off of the floor to meet her every jabbing and her needs were growing more than ever. I was straining to hold my explosion back as long as I could when I felt her walls hamper down on my cock and I knew she was about to lose it. She was not breathing and her muscles started to stiffen up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a endorsement as if she was letting it build. Then she opened her lip 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 deep within her womb. Her expression was contorted beyond recondition and her breathing space came in jagged gasps of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying cock, milking every drop out of it with her tight picayune vagina. Finally neither of us could take 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 peaceable slumber that lasted thirster than my Marty's. When I awoke, I awoke alone. I heard the shower running for a bit 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 room without even glancing my way. I got up and headed for the lav myself.

In about 30 mo we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a movie and she readily agreed. We saw a wild-eyed 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 face and told me"Goodnight granddad ”.

The next first light we shared a breakfast time together and she said that she needed to get home to get ready for her new job tomorrow. I carried her grip to the car for her and before she got in she turned to me with the warmest smile on her face.

"Gramps, I want to give thanks you for, ah, well for everything. I learned so lots 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 tear first to overflow. I wiped it away with my digit as I let it hover for a second base on her cheek. She moved her cheek into my caress as she said,"I will always retrieve this weekend Gramps. Always. I love you Gramps."

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

I watched as she drove down the street and out of view around the box. I walked back into the lonely home and noticed my camera sitting on the table side by side to the couch. I picked it up and turned it on to review the characterization that I had taken. They were not there. There was not the Saratoga chip in the television 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 Radclyffe Hall to put my television camera away .