Grand Girl 'S Weekend


I had just dropped off my wife at the aerodrome for her annual 2 calendar week head trip out to see her 91 yr old mother. She lived on a farm out in Oregon all alone and still can take fear of her garden, her flush and her household better than most, plus she still drives into town to get her groceries and such. She is a remarkable 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 marvelous daughter Marty. We had just celebrated her graduation from luxuriously shoal a twosome of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 corroborate the where and when so I answered it with my usual cheery greeting.

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

"Oh grandfather, I'm your only rarefied daughter,"she said for the thousandth time with a scintillation of sunshine in her articulation."Did ya get Grandma off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm fancy absolve and set up for the hoochy koochy girls to come over."

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

Marty was the lone child that my own daughter and her husband had and being so, she was the orchard apple tree 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 lash. She got a scholarship to the United States Department of State University in Science and was on her way to becoming whatever her essence 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 dialogue, she managed to ask me a grievous question.

"Gramps, I was wondering, or actually my parents were wondering, if I could total to your house and drop the weekend with you. pa has to go to this thing and Mom wants to go with him up to New York and they don't trust me to stay by myself for the weekend,"she explained.

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

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

"To answer your first question, I don't see any reason that you can't stay over here, I'll just shout out the hoochy koochy girl and reschedule them for next weekend,"I said in my C. H. Best dead pan voice.

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

"okey Kidd-o, see ya in the sunup,"I said clicking off the phone.

The next morning, I awoke, got up and took my pills, showered and shaved and got ready for the arrival of my Marty. I fixed myself a cup of flash coffee and waited and then I fixed another cup and waited some more. I was on my fourth cup went I saw her pull into our driveway and I saw her struggle with a bag 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 moved in."

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

"And what about this wooing shell wide 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 question was asked in more of a sober pure tone than I let on.

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

When she came back out from our guest elbow 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 lunch but I locked the room access behind us and we took off for my favorite diner.

On my third cup of coffee berry, I was about to burst so I excused myself to go to the restroom and shake my snake in the grass but when I came back out, Marty seemed inscrutable in cerebration so I asked her,"Penny for your thoughts ?"

"Oh grandad it would take a heck of a lot to a greater extent than a penny to speak about what's on my mind,"she said giving a cold-shoulder smile.

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

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

The mode was broken for the clock time being anyway and we drove back to my mansion in silence. I parked the car and walked up to the house when Marty suddenly asked me,"grandad, can I ask you a interrogation ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

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

"holy place Cow !"I said to total seismic disturbance."Where did that seed from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the first time that I made love to your granny 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 life. But I knew by that fourth dimension 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 particular date yet but we got married later that year. That was 45 years ago and I have loved every arcminute of it."

There a hanker stretch of secretiveness and finally I asked,"I've told you the truth about grannie and me, now you have to tell 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 have 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 guess, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to make love with him. You've fallen in beloved 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 optic 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 agate line I used when I was Danton True Young, you know when Anna Mary Robertson Moses was a baby, and I'm proud to pick up 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 demonstrate it to me if I'm set to prove my love life 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 virgin just like you and…"

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

I sat there in muteness for the longest prison term and then I told her,"I'm sorry Kidd-o. I don't even know this kid. He must be a wonderful guy to seize your center like this but he's just a kid, a horny, internal secretion 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, conciliate down and possess a bunch of kids. But more probably, he'll tell you good bye right after he gets what he wants and you will ingest given him the alone thing that you can only consecrate once."

"They're all spook,"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 horny old geezer,"I said with a laugh.

She came over to where I was sitting, placed her arms around my cervix and whispered into my ear,"I don't think you're an old geezer granddaddy, I love you just the way you are."

I sat there basking in the affection that I felt for my luxurious daughter for the recollective clock time, remembering the very first fourth dimension I held her some 17 year ago. Her little nose was pushed back into her face and her chummy Shirley Temple hair stuck out all over the position. She had come out at 5 quid 6 ounces, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my turn to restrain her, she shut right up and went to sleep. From that instant to this, we have had a certain alliance that no else could ever have.

A intellection suddenly came into my psyche and I acted on it before I knew what I was saying."Marty, why don't I take some picture of you, you know, real perfunctory type, unscripted and fun delineation 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 splintering to save the custodian that I wanted to preserve. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the sofa in our family elbow room with a big grin on her brass. She started posing and I started snapping images of her. She would present like a manakin and then like the daughter that she was, all the patch my finger was tripping the shudder of the camera.

All was going great until she took a pose facing the camera on all fours. She stuck her little derriere end up in the air and lowered herself down on both elbows causing the cut off tee shirt to fall down away from her battlefront exposing to the photographic camera, and me, her beautiful trivial bra covered breasts. 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 television camera like that ?"

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

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

I snapped a few dig of her in this pose and, taking over the photo shoot, directed her to lower herself down even further onto her outstretched arms. She willingly followed my ideas as she soon opened up her entire titty area to my view. I sucked in my breath as a strange slight smiling came over her face. After getting all of the characterization that I wanted, I told her get up on her knees and to pull her cutoff shirt to one side and off of her shoulder and then to draw in the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my pedagogy to the tee, the stallion side of meat of her tit ancestry was for all intent and role 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 look became much More vivid and, well, sensuous than before and she seemed to be breathing deeply through her undecided mouth.

"Sit up now and pull your articulatio genus up to your chest,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her arms around her knee, I went forward and positioned the leg hole of her shorts aside to expose the bound of her pantie. Marty turned a lustrous red but didn't move an inch. I took several shots of just a intimation of the privates of her panties and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her split up lips.

The future pose that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her drawers heart-to-heart with her pollex inserted in her sky blue scanty. I had her pull down on the elastic to just barely over her mound as she scooted the arse hem of her shirt up so just a hint of her bra came into persuasion. Her expression was so aphrodisiacal and sultry I almost wanted to stop right field there and give her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my grand daughter, my cover girl Marty, the one that it seemed like I cradled in my weapon system only a few age 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 dress or something in that suitcase you brought ? Come out with something real aphrodisiacal on."These words did not come out of my mouth ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the room where her suit case full of apparel was, I realized that it was I who had uttered them and it was I who was so turned on that my cock was sticking straight out in my pants.

I stood there impatiently waiting for my grand daughter to reappear from the room and I was agonizing over just what she would come up with that met the definition of"aphrodisiacal ”. It only took her a few minutes to make out down the G. Stanley Hall to present me what she had picked out. I took one look and gave off a slight piddling groan. She was wearing a Nice little yellowish sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two triangles covering her front and a broad skirt that fell to her mid thighs. I don't know if the material was so tenuous or it was my resourcefulness getting the effective of me but I swore I could detect two little protrusions show up under the bust telephone line of that dress. I swallowed arduous 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 niggling pose. Once she stopped with her backbone to the television camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the entire frock in blank space, dropping it down to her bicep with the fabric barely covering her titty. She got the rascally grin on her font as she tucked her get down lip under her front teeth and moved the arm with the strap off of it down to the hem of her skirt. Then, very seductively, she raised it up to just below her scanty line as her eyes begged me to snap her painting.

I complied with her want by taking many pictures of her from the side, the front and the hind end. I then asked her to unzip the wearing apparel. The feel on her font told me that I just may accept crossed the line but after a brief hesitation, she did as I had asked her. I could barely speak but I once again asked her to remove the straps from her shoulders let it lessen absolve down her arms. I whispered for her to moderate it in plaza just barely covering her nipples as I snapped the camera wildly. In that location, it showed her bare back and top of her blue panty from the bum and most of her bosom from the front. The look it her eyes was baseless with expression as I continued to wonder just how far this would go.

I walked around to her ass and slowly hooked her panties with my index finger. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to move them down about half way over her butt cheeks. I moved away and began taking motion picture once again as she settled back down and the smile came back to her look. There was a slight glimpse of terror in that smile but I had the feeling that she was game for about anything.

Marty's eyes were starting to glass over she was so emotional and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to study movie of her in many implicative poses but when I was standing right in figurehead of her and I said to her,"Take your hands away from your breasts and let the wearing apparel capitulation 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 gasp breathing spell."I think we've taken enough don't you ?"she told me.

"You're rightfield Kidd-o. I've got tidy sum of great characterization here and I think we should stop 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 shoulder joint, but bother to zip up the dress. She came over to where I was and sat down next to me as we both reviewed my photography attainment. We started at the last one that I took and I heard her gasp as if individual 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 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 sexy don't you ?"

"Yeah I guess,"she said deep in thought. Finally she asked,"gramps do you still want to strike that hold up affectedness 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 mannerism that I would like to take. You can sit down on the floor Indian flair and take the straps off of your shoulders again. Now cover your panties with your doll and prevail the clothes up to cover your dumbbell. Look like you want to rag the camera."

Marty's look was perfect as she struck that exact pose. Her bird was drawn up in a caboodle rightfield at her crotch and her hand held the two triangles of the dress barely covering her tit. The tone on her brass 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 brook back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her next instruction, a worried aspect came across her face.

"Only if you want to,"I said reassuringly, answering her unspoken interrogative sentence.

The face did not go out her typeface as she bit down on her lower lip. Her hands started to slack and then tighten up up on the front of her dress. Her deal relaxed once again only to clinch the material tightly in a Calidris canutus. The smell in her eyes was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to realise up her mind. Then in one brief second gear of determination, she closed her eyes and let the dress fell all of the way down her consistence and gather at her feet. I looked up at her red face and her heart were tightly closed.

I tried to breathe normally but the great deal of my high-flown daughter standing before me in just her sky bluish panties had taken away my ability to function properly. I stood there completely in awe at the plenty of her beauty and her wiliness to contribution it with me. I had to force my sightedness to pore on the persona of this goddess as the movie finally started to come along and a slight groan escaped out of my mouth.

Her stamp right wing hand was covering her exit breast and her forearm was resting on the right. Her eyes were still closed and a tenuous grimace of being uncomfortable was on her face. Her cheeks were crimson and her neck was red but the residuum of her Cy Young body stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her prune tummy gave way to a sozzled little venter as my eyes passed down over her curves. Her low panties exposed the image of her tight round knoll and I detected just a hint of the dimpled impression of her pubic whisker pushing its way up to cope with the textile. Her glorious branch were tightly clamped together in an travail to protect against any possibly of exposure of her hill 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 render the lens the sensual look that she could manage as I began snapping the shutter of the camera. She opened her eyes and the looking at was amazingly aphrodisiacal. She dropped her left hand to her potbelly and crossed her lead articulatio genus over the other. I captured her image in the picture and my heart skipped a beat.

"movement your left hand down and hook your pantie with your thumb,"I commanded with the huskiest voice. She complied with my request."Push it down off of your hip. lowly. Even bring down yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the elastic band on the chess opening of the leg at a item where just a tinge of her pubic hair was showing. She never moved her stare from my eyes during the instructions but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking word-painting, my heart was in my throat with excitement. My peg were trembling as I was trying to observe the photographic camera in focus and was definitely glad that I had it on auto.

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

After following each of instruction manual, she finally turned to confront me with a questioning spirit in her eyes.

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

She looked relieved but did not affect an column inch."I have one to a greater extent pose if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and bring your genu up to our chest. I want you to clasp your stifle with your arms so that your breasts are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her depart arm for supporting and the right one never leaving her breasts. She mashed her knees up against her chest and wrapped her weapons system around them tightly. Looking over the top of her knees, she got this aphrodisiacal look back again and I started taking pictures as fast as I could. I got down in front of her a mere two foot away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right and then to the left wing to retrieve the absolute best angle for the shot I wanted. Then I saw it right in front line of me.

I was off to the left just a little and I had just the justly Angle that I saw her heart looking longingly at the camera and a fragile piddling sky blue angel puffy submarine sandwich sticking out between her two thighs. I almost lost my calmness when I snapped the picture. It was the double-dyed way to end the photo shoot so I sat the tv camera aside, looked longingly into my grand daughter's loving eye and moved forward to give her a trivial 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 small slight down place that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a imploring aspect but said nothing. She continued to look into my eyes as I smiled a confident smile and repeated my caress. She took in a sharp breathing time of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my finger along the sky blue cover of her joy zone as I continued to kiss her mouth. She responded with an urgent cry of desire and a forceful opening of her mouth. Feeling her give in to my candy kiss, I pressed even more into her gentle wetness and moved my finger in between her lower lips. Her kiss became esurient and her legs slowly slither apart so my script could totally encompass her sky low pantie. As I pressed my palm into its softness, her wooden leg slipped downward exposing her bare niggling breast to me for the initiative time.

I pressed her backward with my candy kiss as she lay back on the storey with my other handwriting behind her to give her the keep. As her head met the rug she opened her eyes and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the thin grin. Her look did not transfer as I looked down at her breasts. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not realize just how utter they were. My eyes consumed them in their softness and their paragon and I got an irrepressible urge to put my brim down upon them. As I lowered my headland, I noticed that she had closed her centre once again.

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

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

I suddenly placed my hand at the waistline band of her sky blue panty and started to campaign it inward when she cried out,"Oh grandfather, please don't, not in there,"but it was too late. I rested my touch modality on her wet hairy hummock and my finger went directly up to meet her button. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to recognise her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my hand and sucking the life into her teat as I lost all ascendance over my brain and gumption. My fist was between her legs pushing her panties down over her coxa and exposed my caressing hand to the light of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her legs 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 all-inclusive with lust. Her aspect was like a madden womanhood who knew what she wanted and how to film 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 flash and was pulling my rock hard rod out of them with the roughness of the need that she must give birth been feeling. Then, laying it compressed 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 hands on my thighs, rocking and grinding her herself into my putz. She had her eyes closed and her head teacher back as the strangest sounds started emanating out of her mouth. As she continued to grind, she started to clench her tooth and then she stared down into my eyes. What I saw was pure lust, pain and simple and she had the aspect of a desperate sexual love crazed Whitney Young woman.

I felt her succus from her little slit as she slid my cock up to meet her clitoris. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with anticipation. Then she rose up on her knee joint and took my rod in her fist. She started to position it directly under her first step. A flavor of horror must have crossed my face because in her lust, she smiled and told me,"I want this grandpa !"

Both of my hands were on her rosehip and they came upon a strange feeling band aide patch. 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 comfort herself down on my buckram rod. I saw her oculus roll back into her head word as it slowly started to adulterate it way into her untried vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the tightness began to become so intense that we were each starting to experience uncomfortable. But when I hit her barrier, I could tell that her discomfort was almost more than than she could put up. Her eyes were still closed and her mouth hung open as she began to frantically pant through her lips. Then, taking in a wide-cut breathing space of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a dip and let out a thigh-slapper as it broke through the membrane and she became a woman.

"Oh God it stings !"she whimpered as she came to take a breather for a moment. 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 time she opened her eyes and gave me a slight smile. The feeling in her eyes was one of conclusion as she started to sway upon my rod resting deep interior of her womb. She closed her eyes once again and a terrific feeling of satisfaction came over her intact face.

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

I began to raise my articulatio coxae up off of the trading floor to meet her every thrust and her needs were growing more than ever. I was straining to make my explosion back as long as I could when I felt her walls spasm down on my cock and I knew she was about to lose it. She was not breathing and her muscles started to constrain up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a second base as if she was letting it build. Then she opened her mouth 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 face was contorted beyond recondition and her breaths came in jaggy pant of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying tool, milking every drop out of it with her compressed little vagina. Finally neither of us could learn it any promote and she collapsed down on top of me gasping for air.

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

In about 30 second we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a motion picture and she readily agreed. We saw a quixotic comedy that evening and she cuddled up to my arm. But when we got home, she came up to me and gave me a good deal on the cheek and told me"Goodnight Gramps ”.

The next morning we shared a breakfast time together and she said that she needed to get home to get cook for her new job tomorrow. I carried her suitcase to the car for her and before she got in she turned to me with the warmest grinning on her face.

"Gramps, I want to give thanks you for, ah, well for everything. I learned so a good deal this weekend that I know I will use the rest of my life."

She looked deep into my middle and I think that I saw a tear start to overrun. I wiped it away with my finger as I let it lounge for a second on her cheek. She moved her nerve into my caress as she said,"I will always commend this weekend Gramps. Always. I love you Gramps."

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

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