Desi and Grandad

"Hi, Grandad, I need to charter a peeing and fill my urine bottle before I get started.

Gas is full & I put new blades on her this morning.

Probably take about an hr & a half to two hours to get it all mowed.

You do n't mind that I brought my fat ol'wife to hang out with you while I knock this two Acre out, do you ?"

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

She absolutely looks effulgent with her fraught belly pushing out from her slim form.

I could narrate by the way she rolled her eye that it was n't the first off metre she 'd heard the 'fat ol'wife'comment.

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

This space can always use a woman 's touch ; you know, drag, mopping, dusting, cooking.

'Spose she can care all that in just a couple hours ?"

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

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

After a promptly kiss and a swat to his stern, he was out the door.

Desi and I stood on the deck and watched him push his lawn tractor to the far slope of my small land area ; he was right, it usually did take him close to two hours to do the job ... how would I entertain Desi that long ?

"Well, honey, the remote for the TV is on the coffee berry table ; ascertain whatever you want.

I was in the middle of washing up yesterday 's dish aerial, then I 'll put a loading of laundry in the washer ; I need some plum blue jean, that 's why I 'm still in my pj bottoms.

There 's moth-eaten water, Cokes and DP in the electric refrigerator if you 're thirsty."

"I 'll dry the beauty as you wash, gramps. We can pink 'em out pretty immediate that way ; okay ?"

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

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

As she dried the dishful, there were several prison term she raised her shirt and rubbed her baby bump.

Yeah ... I did notice that the top of those jean shorts was unbuttoned and the zip was open about half way.

I had to face the sink as much as possible to enshroud my rising grueling on.

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

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

I pulled the stopper from the drain and dried my hands on the t-towel,"I sure do ; that girl and I are gon na be the best buddies in the country."

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

Needless to say, I was shocked, but very proud of to see her nip and tuck it all the way over her gamey, firm tit.

When I cocked my caput to the side, raised my supercilium and said,"Nice,"she acknowledged my perceptiveness with a pat on the question and said,"Kiss her ; she already loves her Grandad."

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

Her helping hand slid the zipper all the way down,"candy kiss anything you want, grandfather, Andy wo n't touch me and I 've been so have a go at it horny the last month.

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

It did n't take me more than a secondment to get the tinge.

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

She let the shorts fall completely to the story and slid one foundation outward, about two feet, allowing full approach to her fragrance ... and she was so, fucking, sweet.

"Oh my God, yes,"she squealed,"please eat me, please have intercourse me. Please, please.. Oh, nookie, that feels so good."

The poor girl had been so deprived of sex lately, that she jerked my head into her crotch hair as she hit an orgasm ... standing in the kitchen.

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

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

Within seconds, Desi 's stage were in the air and my boldness was right back where she wanted it. I 'm not sure how many clip I made her cum, or how long she was in a constant state of matter of orgasm, but we both were set up for a break when we heard the mower 's locomotive coming closer.

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

I 'll drag one's heels him for a few minutes while you get dressed."

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

I just finished wiping pussy juice off my human face, at the kitchen cesspit, when Andy walked in.

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

"Naw, but I have a plug kit. Find where it 's leaking while I get it from the garage ; I think Desi 's in the bathroom, I heard the door a few second ago."

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

Within a couple minute, we had the categorical fixed and aired up,"Did Desi tell you what I offered ?

I want to put her to figure out for two or three days a workweek ; probably three or four hours each day.

She knocked out my filthy peach and loaded the washer a lot quick than I can.

Your granny knot was always a lot more efficient than I am ... dead reckoning it 's a charwoman thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want you to have it away I would own sex with you for nothing. You do n't have to pay me ; but I guess I would now be considered a whore, anyway."

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

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

I may need you to pull the bedspread back before we fuck.

You may give to wash the sheets.

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

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

speechmaking of ass, do you butt fuck ?"

"Yes, I like it a lot."

"Let me get my ol'faithful stopcock heart and pretend this thing really hard, then I 'll happily dedicate it a shot."



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

My great-grandkids are beautiful, nonplus fille.

Yes, that is plural.. they now have three young lady and the one thing I do palpate bad about is ... the middle one looks so a great deal like me, she could, in fact, be mine ... yes, Millie probably is mine.

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

Scarlett, the starting time and oldest, is now the voguish kid in kindergarten.

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

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

Thankfully, with the help of tadalafil and that damn sound cock pump, we still have sex as often as possible .