I had just dropped off my married woman at the airport for her yearly 2 week trip out to see her 91 year old female parent. She lived on a farm out in Oregon all alone and still can take upkeep of her garden, her flowers and her house better than most, plus she still drives into town to get her grocery store and such. She is a remarkable woman, my mother-in-law, and I only hope that I can survive her.

On the way back home my cell phone rang and I saw that it was my yard girl Marty. We had just celebrated her graduation exercise from highschool school day a pair of 24-hour interval 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 mother. I figured that she was calling me back to affirm the where and when so I answered it with my usual cheery greeting.

"Hey Kidd-o, how's my favored rattling daughter ?"

"Oh Gramps, I'm your just gilded girl,"she said for the thousandth clip with a twinkle of sunshine in her voice."Did ya get granny off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm phantasy resign and quick for the hoochy koochy girls to amount over."

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

Marty was the sole 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 thing and fresh as a whip. She got a eruditeness 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 boys away with a baseball bat nearly every Saturday night. But as we bantered back and forth in our teasing negotiation, she managed to ask me a sober question.

"Gramps, I was wondering, or actually my parents were wondering, if I could come to your household and expend the weekend with you. pappa has to go to this matter and Mom wants to go with him up to New York and they don't faith me to stay by myself for the weekend,"she explained.

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

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

"To answer your first question, I don't see any reason that you can't stop over here, I'll just foretell the hoochy koochy girls and reschedule them for next weekend,"I said in my advantageously utter pan voice.

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

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

The following dayspring, I awoke, got up and took my anovulant, showered and shaved and got ready for the arrival 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 driveway and I saw her struggle with a suitcase as she made her way to the front door. As I opened it to let her in, I commented,"holy cow Marty, I didn't realize that I said you could be active in."

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

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

"Oh Gramps, you are such a tease,"she said, not realizing that my motion was asked in more of a good tonicity than I let on.

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

When she came back out from our Edgar Albert 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 comment about it being almost time for luncheon but I locked the room access behind us and we took off for my favorite diner.

On my third cup of coffee, I was about to burst so I excused myself to go to the toilet facility and stimulate my snake but when I came back out, Marty seemed deep in thought so I asked her,"Penny for your thoughts ?"

"Oh granddaddy it would take a heck of a lot Sir Thomas More than a penny to blab out about what's on my creative thinker,"she said giving a slight smile.

"Wow, that sounds dangerous,"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 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 bridge player a fiddling squeeze with her own.

The mode 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 theatre when Marty suddenly asked me,"gramps, can I ask you a question ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

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

"holy place Cow !"I said to sum daze."Where did that ejaculate from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the initiative time that I made love to your grandma 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 thing led to another and we found ourselves in her bed making love. But I knew by that clock time that I loved her and I wanted to get married her, in fact, I had already proposed and she said"yes ”. We hadn't set a escort yet but we got married later that year. 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 Sojourner Truth about Grandma and me, now you have to tell me what's going on that prompted that question."

"Oh, I don't know, my pa asked me to signalise a pledge a twelvemonth ago not to induce sex until I get married and I was just wondering if I should have signed it,"she asked with this aspirant spirit in her eyes.

"Let me guess, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to lay down love with him. You've fallen in love 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 heart 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 unseasoned, you know when Anna Mary Robertson Moses was a baby, and I'm proud to discover that they are still using it to this day,"I said with a smile on my face.

"But he says he loves me as much as I love him and he's will to prove it to me if I'm prepare to rise 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 US Army and that he may never come home and he is a virgin just like you and…"

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

I sat there in silence for the longest metre and then I told her,"I'm lamentable Kidd-o. I don't even know this kid. He must be a wonderful guy to grab your nerve 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 dearest for you and maybe you'll get married, resolve down and have a gang of kids. But more likely, he'll severalize you good bye right after he gets what he wants and you will consume given him the solely thing that you can only give once."

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

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

She came over to where I was sitting, placed her blazon around my neck 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 warmness that I felt for my wondrous daughter for the farsighted metre, remembering the very starting time time I held her some 17 yr ago. Her little nose was pushed back into her human face and her thick black hair stuck out all over the plaza. She had come out at 5 quid 6 troy ounce, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my turn to withstand her, she shut aright up and went to sleep. From that moment to this, we have had a sealed bond that no else could ever have.

A thought suddenly came into my genius and I acted on it before I knew what I was saying."Marty, why don't I take some pictures of you, you know, tangible casual type, unscripted and fun pictures 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 custodian that I wanted to preserve. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the couch in our family way with a big grin on her case. She started posing and I started snapping prototype of her. She would stick like a manakin and then like the girl that she was, all the while my finger was tripping the shudder of the camera.

All was going smashing until she took a pose facing the camera on all fours. She stuck her little rear end up in the air and lowered herself down on both human elbow causing the cut off tee shirt to devolve away from her look exposing to the camera, and me, her beautiful niggling bra covered white meat. Seeing them through the perspective spotter, I stopped, looked over the camera and said,"Kidd-o, do you need to usher off everything to the camera like that ?"

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

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

I snapped a few blastoff of her in this mannerism and, taking over the photo shoot, directed her to bring down herself down even further onto her outstretched blazonry. She willingly followed my ideas as she soon opened up her total breast domain to my aspect. I sucked in my breather as a unknown little grin came over her boldness. After getting all of the pictures that I wanted, I told her get up on her knees and to pull her shortcut shirt to one slope and off of her berm and then to pull the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my instructions to the tee, the total side of her breast telephone circuit was for all intent and aim nude except for her breast itself and I could see parting of it. The sight was so stimulating that I detected a stirring down in my pants.

Her eyes were starting to get more severe now that I had taken over. Her look 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 draw out your knees 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 golf hole of her short pants aside to expose the edge of her panties. Marty turned a brightly red but didn't motion an column inch. I took several shots of just a hint of the crotch of her panties and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her start out lips.

The side by side pose that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her shorts open with her thumb inserted in her sky bluing 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 tip of her bra came into view. Her expression was so sexy and sultry I almost wanted to bar right there and give her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my grand girl, my lovely Marty, the one that it seemed like I cradled in my arms only a few year ago. What the hell am I doing ?"Suddenly I heard the words come out of my mouth,"Why don't you go in and change into something else. Do you have a apparel or something in that suitcase you brought ? Come out with something real number aphrodisiacal on."These words did not come out of my oral fissure ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the room where her suit example full phase of the moon of apparel was, I realized that it was I who had uttered them and it was I who was so turned on that my rooster 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 fall up with that met the definition of"sexy ”. It only took her a few minutes to come down the lobby to register me what she had picked out. I took one feel and gave off a slight little moan. She was wearing a Nice small yellow sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two trilateral covering her front man and a full skirt that fell to her mid thigh. I don't know if the material was so thin or it was my imaginativeness getting the best of me but I swore I could detect two small protrusions show up under the bust 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 piffling affectation. Once she stopped with her back to the camera and, taking down one of the shoulder strap that held the intact clothes in place, dropping it down to her bicep with the fabric barely covering her breast. She got the devilish grin on her face as she tucked her depressed lip under her front dentition and moved the arm with the strap off of it down to the hem of her chick. Then, very seductively, she raised it up to just below her panty job as her eyes begged me to snap her picture.

I complied with her wishes by taking many pictures of her from the position, the front and the rear. I then asked her to unzip the garb. The looking on her face told me that I just may have crossed the line but after a brief faltering, she did as I had asked her. I could barely speak but I once again asked her to remove the straps from her shoulders let it fall liberal down her weapon. I whispered for her to harbour it in place just barely covering her nipples as I snapped the photographic camera wildly. In that post, it showed her bare back and top of her blue pantie from the rear and almost of her knocker from the movement. The look it her heart was wild with formula as I continued to wonder just how far this would go.

I walked around to her arse and slowly hooked her scanty with my index. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to go them down about half way over her butt joint cheeks. I moved away and began taking pictures once again as she settled back down and the smile came back to her side. There was a svelte glimpse of holy terror in that grin but I had the feeling that she was game for about anything.

Marty's oculus were starting to methamphetamine hydrochloride over she was so excite and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to take pictures of her in many revelatory poses but when I was standing right in strawman of her and I said to her,"Take your helping hand away from your boob and let the wearing apparel decline to the floor,"she stopped cold with her resistance.

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

"You're right Kidd-o. I've got flock of with child pictures here and I think we should hold back also,"I lied to her with my estimable face forward."Do you require to see some ?"I suggested.

She didn't hesitate but slipping her strap up over her articulatio humeri, but bother to zip up the wearing apparel. She came over to where I was and sat down next to me as we both reviewed my picture taking skill. We started at the last one that I took and I heard her gasp as if soul had kicked her rightfulness in the gut."Oh my God,"she said in embarrassment,"I didn't know that you could see so much of my butt."

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

She looked at it for a second and then asked,"granddaddy, 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 deep in intellection. Finally she asked,"gramps do you still want to take that last pose of me, you know the one where I drop the apparel down to the floor ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another pose that I would wish to take up. You can sit down on the floor Indian style and lead the shoulder strap off of your articulatio humeri again. Now cover your pantie with your skirt and bind the dress up to get across your boobies. Look like you want to tease the camera."

Marty's flavor was perfect as she struck that exact pose. Her skirt was drawn up in a bunch right at her crotch and her handwriting held the two Triangle of the dress barely covering her breasts. The look on her face made me melt it was so sensual and I got wobbly legged just thinking about how aphrodisiac she looked. I snapped as many pictures as I could before reluctantly allowing her to stand back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her next command, a worried face came across her boldness.

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

The look did not leave her case as she bit down on her small lip. Her hands started to slack up and then constrain up on the front end of her dress. Her hand relaxed once again only to clench the fabric tightly in a mile. The look in her eyes was torturously confused as she gazed off into blank space trying to make water up her mind. Then in one brief second gear of decision, she closed her oculus and let the garb fell all of the way down her soundbox and gather at her feet. I looked up at her red human face and her oculus were tightly closed.

I tried to rest normally but the sight of my grand daughter standing before me in just her sky blue panties had taken away my power to function properly. I stood there completely in awe at the sight of her beauty and her wiliness to share it with me. I had to force my eyesight to focus on the image of this goddess as the picture finally started to appear and a slight moan escaped out of my mouth.

Her bid right hand was covering her forget breast and her forearm was resting on the right. Her eyes were still closed and a svelte grimace of being uncomfortable was on her cheek. Her cheeks were crimson and her neck was red but the residue of her untested eubstance stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her trim corporation gave way to a tight picayune abdomen as my center passed down over her curves. Her puritanical panties exposed the image of her tight round mound and I detected just a hint of the dimpled impression of her pubic hair pushing its way up to meet the fabric. Her glorious branch were tightly clamped together in an effort to protect against any possibly of exposure of her mound but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her oculus but the look that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to give the lens the sultriest look that she could manage as I began snapping the shutter of the camera. She opened her eyes and the look was amazingly sexy. She dropped her left hand to her tummy and crossed her left knee joint over the early. I captured her image in the picture and my marrow skipped a beat.

"Move your left hand down and hook your panties with your thumb,"I commanded with the huskiest voice. She complied with my request."Push it down off of your hip. low-toned. Even get down yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the flexible on the opening of the leg at a detail where just a hint of her pubic pilus was showing. She never moved her stare from my eye during the instructions but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking moving picture, my fondness was in my throat with excitement. My peg were trembling as I was trying to keep the camera in focusing and was definitely sword lily that I had it on auto.

"routine a footling to the right,"I commanded."Now to the left hand. Now turn around and look over your articulatio humeri at me. Give me that sexy flavour again."

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

"Oh Marty, that was perfect tense. You looked so aphrodisiac and astound. I could take your flick all day long,"I told her.

She looked unbosom but did not propel an inch."I have one Thomas More pose if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and convey your knees up to our chest. I want you to clasp your knees with your weapons system so that your breasts are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her impart arm for support and the right wing one never leaving her tit. She mashed her knees up against her breast and wrapped her arms around them tightly. Looking over the top of her knees, she got this aphrodisiac spirit back again and I started taking flick as fast as I could. I got down in front line of her a mere two base away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right and then to the left to find the absolute good Angle for the shot I wanted. Then I saw it right in front of me.

I was off to the left just a slight and I had just the right angle that I saw her optic looking longingly at the television camera and a rebuff little sky blue puffy wedge sticking out between her two thigh. I almost lost my composure when I snapped the pic. It was the perfect way to end the photo shoot so I sat the camera aside, looked longingly into my marvelous daughter's loving optic and moved forward to give her a little kiss of appreciation.

As I pressed my lips tenderly against hers, I couldn't help myself. I reached down with my finger tip and slightly caressed the humble little aristocratic spot that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a pleading look but said nothing. She continued to look into my eyes as I smiled a positive smiling and repeated my caress. She took in a incisive breath of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my finger along the sky blue concealment of her pleasure geographical zone as I continued to osculate her lip. She responded with an urgent cry of desire and a emphatic opening of her mouth. Feeling her give in to my kiss, I pressed even more into her subdued wetness and moved my finger in between her gloomy brim. Her osculate became greedy and her leg slowly slue apart so my paw could totally encompass her sky blueing panties. As I pressed my palm into its softness, her legs slipped downward exposing her bare little boob to me for the first gear time.

I pressed her backward with my kiss as she lay back on the floor with my other handwriting behind her to give her the supporting. As her nous met the rug she opened her optic and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the slightest grinning. Her look did not change as I looked down at her breasts. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not realize just how perfective tense they were. My middle consumed them in their softness and their idol and I got an uncorrectable urge to put my lips down upon them. As I lowered my head, I noticed that she had closed her middle once again.

Her tight piddling pink ring of color were all shriveled up and sticking straight up in the air. On top of them were the two trimmed fiddling pebble sized nipples just waiting to be suckled and when my oral cavity encompassed first one and then the other, she let out the gimcrack groan that I have ever heard.

My mitt was busily giving her delight by sliding up and down between her two lips and concentrating on her leaf node that was located near the top. She was beginning to hitch 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 waist stria of her sky blue panties and started to press it inward when she cried out,"Oh Gramps, please don't, not in there,"but it was too late. I rested my tinge on her wet hairy hummock and my finger went directly up to contact her button. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to greet her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my handwriting and sucking the life into her nipples as I lost all restraint over my mind and senses. My fist was between her peg pushing her panties down over her hips and exposed my caressing hand to the light of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her pegleg and threw them to the side. Now she was totally naked and her pegleg were wide apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing eyes opened wide-cut with lecherousness. Her font was like a crazed woman who knew what she wanted and how to take it. She looked deep into my own spheres and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my trousers. She had them open in a ostentation and was pulling my rock'n'roll hard rod out of them with the harshness of the need that she must throw been feeling. Then, laying it matt on my stomach, she placed it in between her two back talk and started to rock herself into a frenzy.

She was sitting up with her hands on my thigh, rocking and grinding her herself into my dick. She had her eyes closed and her read/write head back as the strangest sounds started emanating out of her mouth. As she continued to grind, she started to clinch her teeth and then she stared down into my centre. What I saw was pure lust, pain and simple and she had the look of a heroic love crazed Loretta Young woman.

I felt her succus from her little slit as she slid my hammer up to meet her button. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with anticipation. Then she rose up on her human knee and took my rod in her fist. She started to positioning it directly under her initiative. A look of revulsion must receive crossed my typeface because in her lecherousness, she smiled and told me,"I want this gramps !"

Both of my hired man were on her hips and they came upon a foreign feeling dance orchestra aide maculation. 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 besotted rod. I saw her eyes roll back into her forefront as it slowly started to adulterate it way into her untested vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the parsimoniousness began to suit so intense that we were each starting to sense uncomfortable. But when I hit her barrier, I could tell that her irritation was almost more than she could bear. Her eyes were still closed and her mouth hung open as she began to frantically pant through her lips. Then, taking in a full 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 perch for a moment. I looked into to closed eyes at the pain that she felt but slowly began to press it further into her. She gasped as it bottomed out and for the first time she opened her eyes and gave me a flimsy smile. The facial expression in her optic was one of determination as she started to rock upon my rod resting deep inside of her womb. She closed her eyes once again and a terrific impression of satisfaction came over her entire face.

She began to rise and return upon my stiff rod that was sliding into her womanhood and the faster she slipped it in, the More force play she used to spike herself with. Her wetness was running out of her porta as her breathing came strained and toil. She was rocking wildly as I felt that ol'feeling deep in my loins. I knew that I was about to bungle but I wanted her to cum first.

I began to conjure my pelvis up off of the floor to satisfy her every push and her need were growing more than ever. I was straining to hold my plosion back as long as I could when I felt her walls cramp down on my cock and I knew she was about to fall behind it. She was not breathing and her muscleman started to tighten up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a secondment as if she was letting it build. Then she opened her sass 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 womb. Her face was contorted beyond recondition and her hint came in erose gasps of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying prick, milking every cliff out of it with her tight little vagina. Finally neither of us could take it any foster 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 sleep that lasted longer than my Marty's. When I awoke, I awoke alone. I heard the shower running for a mo and then it turned off. The door opened and there came my darling out of the lav with a towel wrapped around her. She headed for her room without even glancing my way. I got up and headed for the toilet myself.

In about 30 moment we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a pic and she readily agreed. We saw a romanticistic drollery that eventide 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 grandad ”.

The succeeding break of day we shared a breakfast time together and she said that she needed to get home base 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 ardent grinning on her face.

"granddaddy, I want to thank 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 eye and I think that I saw a tear get-go to run over. I wiped it away with my fingerbreadth as I let it linger for a back on her boldness. 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 door to her car.

I watched as she drove down the street and out of view around the corner. I walked back into the lone house and detect my tv camera sitting on the table adjacent 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 photographic 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 .