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

On the way back place my cell telephone rang and I saw that it was my lofty girl Marty. We had just celebrated her graduation from high school a couple of days 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 usual cheery greeting.

"Hey Kidd-o, how's my preferred K girl ?"

"Oh grandpa, I'm your solitary grand daughter,"she said for the thousandth time with a light of sunshine in her vocalization."Did ya get Grandma off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm fancy unfreeze and set for the hoochy koochy fille to total over."

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

Marty was the only 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 sassy as a lash. She got a scholarship to the State University in skill and was on her way to becoming whatever her marrow led her to do. She was also so attractive that my son-in-law had to vanquish the male child away with a baseball game bat nearly every Saturday Night. But as we bantered back and Forth River in our teasing dialogue, she managed to ask me a dangerous 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 thing and Mom wants to go with him up to New House of York and they don't reliance me to stay by myself for the weekend,"she explained.

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

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

"To answer your for the first time question, I don't see any grounds that you can't stay over here, I'll just yell the hoochy koochy girls and reschedule them for next weekend,"I said in my best dead pan voice.

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

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

The adjacent daybreak, I awoke, got up and took my pills, showered and shaved and got ready for the arriver of my Marty. I fixed myself a cup of instant java and waited and then I fixed another cup and waited some more. I was on my one-quarter cup went I saw her pull into our drive 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 locomote in."

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

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

"Oh Gramps, you are such a teaser,"she said, not realizing that my head was asked in Sir Thomas More of a unplayful quality than I let on.

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

When she came back out from our guest room where Marty always stayed when she was over and asked if I was set to go out for breakfast. I made an under-the-breath comment about it being almost fourth dimension for lunch but I locked the door behind us and we took off for my favorite diner.

On my tierce cup of coffee, I was about to burst so I excused myself to go to the restroom and shake my serpent but when I came back out, Marty seemed deep in thought so I asked her,"centime for your thought ?"

"Oh Gramps it would take on a heck of a lot Thomas More than a centime to talk about what's on my mind,"she said giving a slight smile.

"Wow, that sounds unplayful,"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 board to contain my hand between both of hers. She smiled and said,"I know Gramps and I love you for it,"and gave my hand a little squeezing with her own.

The mood was broken for the meter being anyway and we drove back to my house in silence. I parked the car and walked up to the star sign when Marty suddenly asked me,"grandad, can I ask you a question ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

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

"Holy Cow !"I said to total shock."Where did that cum from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the maiden 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 firm and we started kissing and making out and then one thing led to another and we found ourselves in her bed devising love. But I knew by that clock time 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 day of the month 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 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 dada asked me to sign a assurance a year ago not to take sex until I get married and I was just wondering if I should have signed it,"she asked with this wishful feeling in her eyes.

"Let me guess, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to make love with him. You've fallen in sexual love and you want to establish him just how lots 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 young, you know when Moses was a baby, and I'm proud to take heed that they are still using it to this day,"I said with a grin on my face.

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

"And I bet that he said that he was going off to college or the ground forces and that he may never come home and he is a Virgo just like you and…"

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

I sat there in silence for the longest time and then I told her,"I'm sorry Kidd-o. I don't even know this kid. He must be a wonderful guy to grab your heart like this but he's just a kid, a horny, hormone raging kid who will say most anything to get in your pants and who knows what he would do after you let him. Maybe he's honest in voicing his true love for you and maybe you'll get married, reconcile down and deliver a cluster of kids. But more likely, he'll tell you good bye right after he gets what he wants and you will cause given him the only thing that you can only ease up 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 arms 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 grand daughter for the retentive time, remembering the very inaugural time I held her some 17 years ago. Her little poke was pushed back into her expression and her thick ignominious haircloth stuck out all over the place. She had come out at 5 pounds 6 ounces, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my turn to hold her, she shut right wing up and went to sleep. From that mo to this, we have had a sure bond certificate that no else could ever have.

A persuasion suddenly came into my brain and I acted on it before I knew what I was saying."Marty, why don't I take some video of you, you know, substantial casual type, unscripted and fun movie 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 chipping to redeem the custodian that I wanted to preserve. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the couch in our house elbow room with a big grin on her fount. She started posing and I started snapping images of her. She would get like a model and then like the girl that she was, all the while my finger was tripping the shudder of the camera.

All was going nifty until she took a bewilder facing the television camera on all fours. She stuck her little rear end up in the air and lowered herself down on both elbows causing the cut off tee shirt to descend away from her presence exposing to the camera, and me, her beautiful picayune bra covered tit. Seeing them through the view 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 smashing 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 horny you really are."

"Okay, but let me warn you, you don't want to mess with the fuzz because you're likely to get the cornet,"I warned her placing the television camera back up to my eye. I thought to myself,"My sweet innocent lilliputian grand daughter is turning into a echt shaft teasing"and decided to see how far it would go.

I snapped a few guess of her in this pose and, taking over the photo shoot, directed her to bring down herself down even further onto her outstretched weaponry. She willingly followed my mind as she soon opened up her stallion white meat area to my thought. I sucked in my breath as a strange niggling grin came over her face. After getting all of the motion picture that I wanted, I told her get up on her knees and to pull her cutoff shirt to one position and off of her berm and then to pull the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my program line to the tee, the entire side of meat of her chest line was for all intent and purposes nude except for her tit itself and I could see parting of it. The good deal was so stimulating that I detected a stirring down in my pants.

Her oculus were starting to get more grievous now that I had taken over. Her feel became much more intense and, well, sensuous than before and she seemed to be breathing deeply through her spread out mouth.

"Sit up now and pull your genu up to your bureau,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her implements of war around her knee joint, I went forward and positioned the leg yap of her short circuit aside to endanger the edge of her panties. Marty turned a bright red but didn't move an in. I took several stroke of just a tinge of the crotch of her panties and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her parted lips.

The future pose that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her short pants open with her ovolo inserted in her sky blue angel scanty. I had her pull down on the elastic band to just barely over her mound as she scooted the behind hem of her shirt up so just a hint of her bra came into view. Her saying was so sexy and sultry I almost wanted to blockade right there and give her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my grand girl, my adorable Marty, the one that it seemed like I cradled in my arms only a few age ago. What the pit am I doing ?"Suddenly I heard the words come out of my mouthpiece,"Why don't you go in and modify into something else. Do you have got a dress or something in that travelling bag you brought ? Come out with something real aphrodisiac on."These Logos did not come out of my mouthpiece ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the room where her suit event replete of dress was, I realized that it was I who had uttered them and it was I who was so turned on that my turncock was sticking straight out in my pants.

I stood there impatiently waiting for my grand daughter to re-emerge from the room and I was agonizing over just what she would come up up with that met the definition of"aphrodisiac ”. It only took her a few second to issue forth down the hall to testify me what she had picked out. I took one look and gave off a slim trivial moan. She was wearing a nice little xanthous sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two triangle covering her front and a wide-cut skirt that fell to her mid thighs. I don't know if the textile was so thin or it was my imagination getting the best of me but I swore I could detect two trivial protrusions show up under the bust bank line of that dress. I swallowed hard as I raised the camera and started snapping pictures.

She moved and swirled her way around the way, stopping every once in awhile to come to a sexy slight mannerism. Once she stopped with her vertebral column to the photographic camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the entire apparel in space, dropping it down to her bicep with the fabric barely covering her chest. She got the devilish grin on her human face as she tucked her get down lip under her straw man teeth and moved the arm with the strap off of it down to the hem of her bird. Then, very seductively, she raised it up to just below her panty line as her eyes begged me to snap her picture.

I complied with her wishes by taking many characterization of her from the side, the front and the behind. I then asked her to unzip the attire. The flavor on her case told me that I just may induce crossed the agate line but after a brief hesitation, she did as I had asked her. I could barely speak but I once again asked her to murder the straps from her shoulder joint let it fall free down her arms. I whispered for her to concord it in place just barely covering her nipples as I snapped the camera wildly. In that position, it showed her bare back and top of her blue step-in from the rear and virtually of her white meat from the straw man. The look it her centre was violent with expression as I continued to wonder just how far this would go.

I walked around to her fundament and slowly hooked her pantie with my index finger. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to go them down about one-half way over her butt cheeks. I moved away and began taking moving picture once again as she settled back down and the smile came back to her face. There was a slight glimpse of panic in that smile but I had the tactile sensation that she was plot for about anything.

Marty's eyes were starting to glass over she was so excited and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to take pictures of her in many suggestive poses but when I was standing right in front of her and I said to her,"guide your hands away from your breasts and let the frock dusk to the floor,"she stopped cold with her resistance.

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

"You're good Kidd-o. I've got lots of bully pictures here and I think we should lay off also,"I lied to her with my best face forward."Do you want to see some ?"I suggested.

She didn't hesitate but slipping her straps up over her shoulders, but bother to zip up the dress. She came over to where I was and sat down side by side to me as we both reviewed my photography science. We started at the go one that I took and I heard her gasp as if someone had kicked her right wing in the gut."Oh my God,"she said in superfluity,"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 secondment and then asked,"Gramps, do you really think that I'm sexy ?"

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

"Yeah I guess,"she said deep in thought. Finally she asked,"Gramps do you still want to lead that survive pose of me, you know the one where I drop the dress down to the floor ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another pose that I would care to take. You can sit down on the floor Native American style and get hold of the straps off of your shoulders again. Now cover your scanty with your skirt and hold the dress up to cover your boobies. Look like you want to tease the camera."

Marty's expression was complete as she struck that exact pose. Her skirt was drawn up in a crowd right at her crotch and her helping hand held the two triangles of the dress barely covering her breasts. The look on her fount made me melt it was so sensual and I got wobbly legged just thinking about how sexy she looked. I snapped as many painting as I could before reluctantly allowing her to stand back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her following instructions, a concern tone came across her facial expression.

"Only if you want to,"I said reassuringly, answering her unuttered doubt.

The look did not depart her font as she bit down on her lower lip. Her custody started to relax and then tighten up on the strawman of her dress. Her hand relaxed once again only to clinch the fabric tightly in a knot. The smell in her eyes was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to make up her mind. Then in one abbreviated indorsement of decision, she closed her eyes and let the frock fell all of the way down her organic structure and gather at her invertebrate foot. I looked up at her red face and her heart were tightly closed.

I tried to breathe normally but the sight of my grand girl standing before me in just her sky Amytal panties had taken away my ability to function properly. I stood there completely in awe at the sight of her stunner and her cunning to share it with me. I had to draw my eyesight to focus on the image of this goddess as the scene finally started to appear and a slight groan escaped out of my mouth.

Her tender rightfulness hand was covering her left knocker and her forearm was resting on the right field. Her eyes were still closed and a slight grimace of being uncomfortable was on her face. Her cheeks were crimson and her neck was red but the rest of her Cy Young soundbox stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her crop potbelly gave way to a slopped short abdomen as my center passed down over her curved shape. Her blue pantie exposed the image of her plastered round hillock and I detected just a touch of the dimpled effect of her pubic hair's-breadth pushing its way up to meet the fabric. Her splendiferous legs were tightly clamped together in an exertion to protect against any possibly of exposure of her mound but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her optic but the look that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to yield the lens the sultriest look that she could manage as I began snapping the shutter of the camera. She opened her heart and the tone was amazingly sexy. She dropped her left helping hand to her corporation and crossed her give stifle over the other. I captured her paradigm in the depiction and my heart skipped a beat.

"movement your left hand down and addict your panties with your ovolo,"I commanded with the beefy voice. She complied with my request."push it down off of your hip. Lower. Even lower yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the elastic on the possibility of the leg at a point where just a hint of her pubic hair was showing. She never moved her stare from my eye during the educational activity but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking pictures, my spirit was in my pharynx with excitement. My stage were trembling as I was trying to hold open the camera in focussing and was definitely gladiola that I had it on auto.

"turn of events a little to the right,"I commanded."Now to the left field. Now turn around and face over your shoulder at me. Give me that aphrodisiac face again."

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

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

She looked relieved but did not incite an inch."I have one Sir Thomas More pose if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and wreak your genu up to our chest. I want you to buckle your knees with your weapon system so that your breasts are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her left arm for supporting and the rightfulness one never leaving her breasts. She mashed her knees up against her chest and wrapped her weaponry around them tightly. Looking over the top of her knees, she got this aphrodisiac look back again and I started taking movie 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 wing and then to the left field to find the absolute best angle for the barb I wanted. Then I saw it right in front of me.

I was off to the left just a little and I had just the in good order slant that I saw her middle looking longingly at the tv camera and a slight picayune sky blue puffy wedge sticking out between her two thighs. I almost lost my composure when I snapped the picture. It was the hone way to end the photograph shoot so I sat the camera aside, looked longingly into my fantastic girl's loving eyes and moved forward to yield her a little buss 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 lowly lilliputian 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 reckon into my eyes as I smiled a convinced smiling and repeated my caress. She took in a astute breath of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my finger along the sky blue cover of her pleasure zone as I continued to buss her lips. She responded with an urgent cry of desire and a forceful opening of her back talk. Feeling her give in to my kiss, I pressed even more into her soft wetness and moved my finger's breadth in between her downcast rim. Her kiss became avaricious and her wooden leg slowly skid apart so my script could totally encompass her sky grim panties. As I pressed my palm into its gentleness, her ramification slipped downward exposing her bare little breasts to me for the first time.

I pressed her backward with my buss as she lay back on the floor with my other helping hand behind her to give her the support. As her heading met the rug she opened her center and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the slight smile. Her look did not alter as I looked down at her titty. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not realize just how perfect they were. My eyes consumed them in their softness and their perfection and I got an uncontrollable urge to put my lips down upon them. As I lowered my fountainhead, 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 slashed minuscule pebble sized nipples just waiting to be suckled and when my mouth encompassed first-class honours degree one and then the other, she let out the loudest groan that I have ever heard.

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

I suddenly placed my hand at the waist lot of her sky blue panties and started to press it inward when she cried out,"Oh gramps, delight don't, not in there,"but it was too belated. I rested my touch on her wet hairy pitcher and my finger went directly up to meet her button. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to recognize her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my bridge player and sucking the life into her mamilla as I lost all control over my judgement and gumption. My clenched fist was between her legs pushing her panties down over her pelvic girdle and exposed my caressing hand to the Inner Light of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her stage 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 oculus opened wide with lust. Her face was like a craze woman who knew what she wanted and how to strike it. She looked deep into my own orbit and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my pant. She had them open in a flash and was pulling my rock-and-roll hard rod out of them with the roughness of the penury that she must have been feeling. Then, laying it categoric on my stomach, she placed it in between her two lips and started to rock herself into a frenzy.

She was sitting up with her workforce on my thighs, rocking and grinding her herself into my cock. She had her eyes closed and her promontory back as the unknown speech sound started emanating out of her backtalk. As she continued to grind, she started to clinch her tooth and then she stared down into my heart. What I saw was saturated lust, pain in the ass and simpleton and she had the looking of a dire love crazed young woman.

I felt her juice from her picayune slit as she slid my cock up to meet her clitoris. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with expectation. Then she rose up on her stifle and took my rod in her fist. She started to side it directly under her opening. A look of repulsion must have got crossed my face 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 strange feeling band aide plot of land. My figures were trying to decipher what they was feeling when she smiled down at me and said,"I've been on the spell for a while,"and started to ease herself down on my stiff rod. I saw her eyes roll back into her capitulum as it slowly started to adulterate it way into her untested vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the tightness began to become so intense that we were each starting to feel uncomfortable. But when I hit her barrier, I could differentiate that her uncomfortableness was almost More than she could yield. Her optic were still closed and her mouth hung out-of-doors as she began to frantically pant through her sassing. Then, taking in a entire breath of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a plunge 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 catch one's breath for a moment. I looked into to closed heart at the pain that she felt but slowly began to push it further into her. She gasped as it bottomed out and for the start time she opened her eyes and gave me a thin grin. The look in her eyes was one of determination as she started to rock upon my rod resting rich inside of her womb. She closed her eyes once again and a terrific feeling of satisfaction came over her entire face.

She began to rise and fall upon my cadaver rod that was sliding into her womanhood and the faster she slipped it in, the more force she used to empale herself with. Her wetness was running out of her chess opening as her breathing came try and dig. She was rocking wildly as I felt that ol'feeling deep in my loins. I knew that I was about to shoot a line but I wanted her to cum first.

I began to call down my hips up off of the floor to play her every thrust and her motivation 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 reduce up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a second as if she was letting it progress. Then she opened her backtalk and yelled out,"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGG ! !"

She was rocking and throwing herself down on my shooting penis as I emptied my sack deep within her uterus. Her face was contorted beyond recondition and her breaths came in jagged gasp of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying pecker, milking every drop out of it with her stringent short 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 peaceful slumber that lasted longer than my Marty's. When I awoke, I awoke alone. I heard the shower running for a moment and then it turned off. The door opened and there came my darling out of the bath with a towel wrapped around her. She headed for her elbow room without even glancing my way. I got up and headed for the lav myself.

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

The future morning we shared a breakfast meter together and she said that she needed to get menage to get fix for her new job tomorrow. I carried her traveling bag to the car for her and before she got in she turned to me with the warm grin on her face.

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

She looked deep into my center and I think that I saw a tear start to overflow. I wiped it away with my finger as I let it linger for a 2d on her face. She moved her impertinence into my caress as she said,"I will always remember this weekend grandpa. 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 quoin. I walked back into the solitary house and noticed my television camera sitting on the tabular array next to the lounge. I picked it up and turned it on to look back the scene that I had taken. They were not there. There was not the splintering in the television camera that I knew I had put in. Then I smiled and softly said to myself,"well-chosen viewing Marty. You're beautiful. ”, and walked down the Radclyffe Hall to put my camera away .