I had just dropped off my wife at the airport for her annual 2 week trip out to see her 91 yr old mother. She lived on a farm out in OR all alone and still can contract care of her garden, her heyday and her star sign better than most, plus she still drives into town to get her grocery 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 earphone rang and I saw that it was my marvellous daughter Marty. We had just celebrated her graduation from high shoal a couple of solar day before and I knew that she was unencumbered for a few daytime so I had asked her out for breakfast while my wife visited her mother. I figured that she was calling me back to substantiate the where and when so I answered it with my common cheery greeting.

"Hey Kidd-o, how's my dearie heroic girl ?"

"Oh Gramps, I'm your entirely imposing girl,"she said for the thousandth fourth dimension with a spark of cheerfulness in her vox."Did ya get grannie off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm fancy free and prepare for the hoochy koochy missy to come over."

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

Marty was the exclusively child that my own girl 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 picayune thing and sassy as a whiplash. She got a scholarship to the Department of 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 male child 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 serious question.

"Gramps, I was wondering, or actually my parents were wondering, if I could come to your firm and spend the weekend with you. pappa has to go to this affair 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 combine you or all the male child that you seem to attract ?"I asked with my tongue stuck squarely into my cheek.

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

"To resolve your 1st question, I don't see any reason that you can't halt over here, I'll just call the hoochy koochy girls and reschedule them for following weekend,"I said in my dear dead pan voice.

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

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

The next break of day, I awoke, got up and took my pills, showered and shaved and got ready for the reaching of my Marty. I fixed myself a cup of twinkling chocolate and waited and then I fixed another cup and waited some more. I was on my fourth cup went I saw her twist into our private road and I saw her battle with a suitcase as she made her way to the front doorway. 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 tardy last-place night so I, ah, overslept."

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

"Oh granddaddy, you are such a ribbing,"she said, not realizing that my question was asked in More of a life-threatening tincture 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 ready to go out for breakfast. I made an under-the-breath comment about it being almost metre for lunch but I locked the threshold behind us and we took off for my best-loved diner.

On my third cup of coffee, I was about to break open so I excused myself to go to the public toilet and shake my snake but when I came back out, Marty seemed deep in sentiment so I asked her,"Penny for your view ?"

"Oh Gramps it would call for a heck of a lot more than a cent to talk about what's on my head,"she said giving a slight smile.

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

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

The humour 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 sign when Marty suddenly asked me,"Gramps, can I ask you a question ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

"When was the showtime fourth dimension you ever made love with nanna ?"she blurted out.

"holy Cow !"I said to total shock."Where did that come from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the first time that I made dearest to your grandma was on, oh, about our tenth engagement or so. We were all alone at her parent's home and we started kissing and making out and then one matter led to another and we found ourselves in her bed making love. But I knew by that meter 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 date yet but we got married later that year. That was 45 age ago and I have loved every minute of it."

There a hanker stretch of secretiveness 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 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 induce signed it,"she asked with this wishful look in her eyes.

"Let me estimate, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to make make out with him. You've fallen in love and you want to prove 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 get it on ? Am I that transparent ?"

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

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

"And I bet that he said that he was going off to college or the army and that he may never come menage and he is a virgin just like you and…"

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

I sat there in muteness for the tenacious sentence and then I told her,"I'm sorry Kidd-o. I don't even know this kid. He must be a wonderful guy to snaffle your heart like this but he's just a kid, a horny, hormone raging kid who will say most anything to get in your drawers and who knows what he would do after you let him. Maybe he's honest in voicing his reliable love for you and maybe you'll get married, determine down and have a bunch of kids. But more in all likelihood, he'll tell you good bye right after he gets what he wants and you will experience given him the lonesome thing that you can only feed once."

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

"Oh Kidd-o, not all men aren't creeps. I'm not a weirdo, at to the lowest degree not anymore. I'm too old to be officially called a"creep ”, I'm just a ruttish 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 affection that I felt for my grand daughter for the longest prison term, remembering the very 1st time I held her some 17 geezerhood ago. Her little nose was pushed back into her side and her thick dim hair 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 number to hold her, she shut right hand up and went to sleep. From that moment to this, we have had a sure bond that no else could ever have.

A thought suddenly came into my brain and I acted on it before I knew what I was saying."Marty, why don't I take some pictures of you, you know, real casual type, unscripted and fun word picture 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 preserve the keepers that I wanted to maintain. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the lounge in our mob room with a big grin on her expression. She started posing and I started snapping range of her. She would personate like a role model and then like the girl that she was, all the patch my finger was tripping the shudder of the camera.

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

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

"okey, but let me warn you, you don't want to mess up with the copper 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 scented sinless little lofty girl is turning into a literal cock tease"and decided to see how far it would go.

I snapped a few snap of her in this pose and, taking over the exposure shoot, directed her to lower herself down even further onto her outstretched weapons system. She willingly followed my ideas as she soon opened up her integral breast surface area to my survey. I sucked in my breath as a unknown little grinning came over her font. After getting all of the motion picture that I wanted, I told her get up on her stifle and to rip her crosscut shirt to one side and off of her shoulder and then to pull the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my teaching to the tee, the entire position of her breast line was for all intent and purposes nude except for her breast itself and I could see part of it. The sight was so brace that I detected a stirring down in my pants.

Her heart were starting to get more serious 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 overstretch your knees up to your breast,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her arms around her stifle, I went forward and positioned the leg hole of her shorts aside to break the edge of her panty. Marty turned a bright red but didn't movement an inch. I took several injection of just a hint of the crotch of her panties and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her break up lips.

The succeeding pose that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her short open with her thumb inserted in her sky blue panties. I had her deplume down on the pliant to just barely over her hammock as she scooted the tooshie hem of her shirt up so just a hint of her bra came into prospect. Her expression was so sexy and sultry I almost wanted to stop right there and gift her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my grand daughter, my lovely Marty, the one that it seemed like I cradled in my sleeve only a few age ago. What the perdition 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 sustain a frock or something in that travelling bag you brought ? Come out with something real aphrodisiac 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 case wax 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 girl to reappear from the room and I was agonizing over just what she would come up with that met the definition of"sexy ”. It only took her a few second to descend down the hall to record me what she had picked out. I took one flavour and gave off a slight slight groan. She was wearing a squeamish short yellowed sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two triangles covering her nominal head and a wide-cut skirt that fell to her mid second joint. I don't know if the textile was so slenderize or it was my imagination getting the best of me but I swore I could detect two minuscule protuberance show up under the break line of that dress. I swallowed unvoiced as I raised the camera and started snapping pictures.

She moved and swirled her way around the room, stopping every once in awhile to affect a sexy little pose. Once she stopped with her back to the camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the entire dress in place, dropping it down to her bicep with the fabric barely covering her titty. She got the diabolical grin on her look as she tucked her lower 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 panty rail line as her eyes begged me to snatch her picture.

I complied with her indirect request by taking many pictorial matter of her from the side, the front end and the buttocks. I then asked her to unzip the attire. The look on her face told me that I just may have crossed the line but after a brief hesitation, she did as I had asked her. I could barely verbalize but I once again asked her to dispatch the straps from her shoulders let it diminish unblock down her subdivision. I whispered for her to hold it in shoes just barely covering her nipples as I snapped the camera wildly. In that position, it showed her bare back and top of her blueing panty from the rear and most of her breasts from the front line. The feel it her eyes was tempestuous with expression as I continued to wonder just how far this would go.

I walked around to her backside and slowly hooked her panties with my index. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to move them down about half way over her tooshie cheeks. I moved away and began taking word-painting once again as she settled back down and the smile came back to her facial expression. There was a cold-shoulder glance of panic in that smile but I had the feeling that she was biz for about anything.

Marty's optic were starting to glass over she was so excited and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to take characterisation of her in many suggestive poses but when I was standing right in figurehead of her and I said to her,"remove your deal away from your breasts and let the dress downslope to the level,"she stopped cold with her resistance.

"Gramps, no, I think we taken this thing as far as we should,"she said through her trousering breathing spell."I think we've taken adequate don't you ?"she told me.

"You're right Kidd-o. I've got lots of great motion picture here and I think we should stop also,"I lied to her with my adept aspect forward."Do you need to see some ?"I suggested.

She didn't hesitate but slipping her straps up over her shoulders, but bother to zip up the clothes. She came over to where I was and sat down next to me as we both reviewed my photography skills. We started at the last one that I took and I heard her pant as if someone had kicked her right in the gut."Oh my God,"she said in embarrassment,"I didn't know that you could see so very 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,"Gramps, do you really think that I'm sexy ?"

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

"Yeah I guess,"she said bass in thought. Finally she asked,"Gramps do you still want to lead that shoemaker's last 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 like to necessitate. You can sit down on the floor Indian style and take the straps off of your shoulders again. Now cover your panties with your skirt and hold the dress up to cover your boobies. Look like you want to tease the camera."

Marty's look was perfect as she struck that exact affectation. Her dame was drawn up in a bunch right field at her crotch and her bridge player held the two triangle of the dress barely covering her chest. The look on her face made me melt it was so carnal and I got wobbly legged just thinking about how aphrodisiacal 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 side by side didactics, a worried look came across her face.

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

The look did not leave her nerve as she bit down on her frown lip. Her bridge player started to decompress and then constrain up on the front of her dress. Her hand relaxed once again only to clinch the cloth tightly in a international nautical mile. The facial expression in her eyes was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to shit up her thinker. Then in one brief indorsement of determination, she closed her heart and let the garb fell all of the way down her body and gather at her fundament. I looked up at her red brass and her eyes were tightly closed.

I tried to breathe normally but the sight of my 1000 daughter standing before me in just her sky down step-in had taken away my ability to work properly. I stood there completely in awe at the sight of her looker and her wiliness to share it with me. I had to force my sightedness to focus on the double of this goddess as the picture finally started to come out and a tenuous moan escaped out of my mouth.

Her attendant right wing hand was covering her allow breast and her forearm was resting on the rightfield. Her oculus were still closed and a slender grimace of being uncomfortable was on her face. Her cheeks were ruddy and her neck opening was red but the rest of her untried body stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her trim tummy gave way to a tight little abdomen as my eyes passed down over her curves. Her blue panties exposed the image of her sloshed rung cumulation and I detected just a hint of the dimpled upshot of her pubic hair pushing its way up to meet the textile. Her splendiferous pegleg were tightly clamped together in an exploit 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 spirit that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to reach the genus Lens the sultriest tone that she could carry off as I began snapping the shutter of the camera. She opened her eyes and the flavour was amazingly sexy. She dropped her left hand to her corporation and crossed her leave alone human knee over the former. I captured her range of a function in the picture and my heart skipped a beat.

"Move your left manus down and hook your pantie with your pollex,"I commanded with the buirdly articulation. She complied with my petition."labor it down off of your hip. Lower. Even glower yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the pliant on the opening of the leg at a gunpoint where just a hint of her pubic whisker was showing. She never moved her stare from my eyes during the instructions but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking characterization, my heart was in my pharynx with excitement. My legs were trembling as I was trying to keep the tv camera in focus and was definitely happy that I had it on automobile.

"Turn a little to the right,"I commanded."Now to the left. Now turn around and depend over your berm at me. cave in me that aphrodisiac flavour again."

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

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

She looked relieved but did not move an in."I have one more pose if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and bring your knees up to our chest. I want you to clasp your knees with your subdivision so that your tit are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her left arm for support and the right one never leaving her tit. She mashed her knees up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly. Looking over the top of her knee, she got this sexy look back again and I started taking pictures as fast as I could. I got down in front of her a simple two feet away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right field and then to the left to determine the absolute ripe angle for the shot I wanted. Then I saw it right in front of me.

I was off to the left wing just a little and I had just the the right way angle that I saw her middle looking longingly at the television camera and a slender petty sky amobarbital sodium puffy wedge sticking out between her two second joint. I almost lost my equanimity when I snapped the icon. It was the perfect way to end the photo shoot so I sat the television camera aside, looked longingly into my rattling girl's loving middle and moved forward to pass her a little osculation 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 petty aristocratic spot that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a pleading aspect but said nix. She continued to look into my eyes as I smiled a confident smile and repeated my caress. She took in a sharp breath of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my digit along the sky blue cover of her joy geographical zone as I continued to kiss her lips. She responded with an urgent cry of desire and a forceful chess opening of her mouthpiece. Feeling her spring in to my kiss, I pressed even more into her soft wetness and moved my finger's breadth in between her broken lips. Her buss became prehensile and her ramification slowly slew apart so my hand could totally embrace her sky puritanic step-in. As I pressed my palm into its softness, her ramification slipped downward exposing her bare lilliputian breasts to me for the first of all time.

I pressed her backward with my candy kiss as she lay back on the story with my former hand behind her to chip in her the support. As her psyche met the rug she opened her eyes and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the thin smile. Her look did not commute as I looked down at her white meat. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not realize just how thoroughgoing they were. My center consumed them in their softness and their idol and I got an uncorrectable urge to put my sass down upon them. As I lowered my head, I noticed that she had closed her eyes once again.

Her tight slight knock areolas were all shriveled up and sticking straight up in the air. On top of them were the two trimmed trivial pebble sized nipples just waiting to be suckled and when my back talk encompassed first one and then the other, she let out the loudest groan that I have ever heard.

My hand was busily giving her pleasure by sliding up and down between her two sassing and concentrating on her node that was located near the top. She was beginning to twitch her pelvis every sentence I bumped into it and I was bumping into it as often as I could.

I suddenly placed my hand at the waist band of her sky naughty 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 tactile sensation on her wet hairy cumulation and my finger's breadth went directly up to meet her clitoris. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to greet her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my handwriting and sucking the living into her nipples as I lost all command over my mind and horse sense. My clenched fist was between her legs pushing her panties down over her hips and exposed my caressing manus to the light of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her ramification and threw them to the side. Now she was totally naked and her pegleg were wide of the mark apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing eyes opened widely with lust. Her case was like a madden cleaning lady who knew what she wanted and how to withdraw 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 possess been feeling. Then, laying it matte 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 deal on my second joint, rocking and grinding her herself into my cock. She had her oculus closed and her head back as the strange phone started emanating out of her mouthpiece. As she continued to grind, she started to clinch her teeth and then she stared down into my eyes. What I saw was pure lustfulness, pain and simpleton and she had the look of a dire love crazed young woman.

I felt her juice from her piddling cunt as she slid my cock up to meet her clit. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with prediction. Then she rose up on her knee and took my rod in her fist. She started to berth it directly under her first step. A look of horror must have crossed my expression because in her lust, she smiled and told me,"I want this Gramps !"

Both of my hired hand were on her hips and they came upon a strange feeling lot aide fleck. My bod were trying to decipher what they was feeling when she smiled down at me and said,"I've been on the patch for a piece,"and started to comfort herself down on my stiff rod. I saw her eye roll back into her head as it slowly started to stretch it way into her unseasoned vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the niggardliness began to become so vivid that we were each starting to feel uncomfortable. But when I hit her barrier, I could tell that her discomfort was almost Thomas More than she could accept. Her eyes were still closed and her rima oris hung receptive as she began to frantically heave through her lips. Then, taking in a replete breathing time of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a dip and let out a riot as it broke through the membrane and she became a woman.

"Oh God it stings !"she whimpered as she came to stay for a moment. I looked into to closed in 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 maiden time she opened her eye and gave me a slight smiling. The face in her eyes was one of decision as she started to sway upon my rod resting mysterious inside of her womb. She closed her eyes once again and a terrific impression of atonement came over her entire face.

She began to rise and fall upon my stiff rod that was sliding into her womanhood and the faster she slipped it in, the more force she used to spike herself with. Her wetness was running out of her possible action as her breathing 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 coxa up off of the trading floor to meet her every thrust and her motivation were growing more than ever. I was straining to make my blowup back as long as I could when I felt her walls spasm down on my pecker and I knew she was about to lose it. She was not breathing and her brawniness started to tighten up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a second as if she was letting it work up. Then she opened her oral cavity and yelled out,"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGG ! !"

She was rocking and throwing herself down on my shooting fellow member as I emptied my sack deep within her womb. Her face was contorted beyond recondition and her breathing space came in jagged gasps of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying turncock, milking every bead out of it with her close little 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 bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She headed for her room without even glancing my way. I got up and headed for the privy myself.

In about 30 min we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a motion-picture show and she readily agreed. We saw a romantic drollery that evening and she cuddled up to my arm. But when we got house, she came up to me and gave me a slew on the cheek and told me"Goodnight Gramps ”.

The next morning we shared a breakfast meter together and she said that she needed to get family 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 warmest 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 rest of my life."

She looked deep into my oculus and I think that I saw a pluck outset to overflow. I wiped it away with my finger as I let it linger for a second on her brass. She moved her cheek into my caress as she said,"I will always retrieve this weekend Gramps. Always. I love you Gramps."

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

I watched as she drove down the street and out of aspect around the corner. I walked back into the lonely house and observe my camera sitting on the mesa next to the lounge. I picked it up and turned it on to brush up the image that I had taken. They were not there. There was not the chip shot in the camera that I knew I had put in. Then I smiled and softly said to myself,"Happy viewing Marty. You're beautiful. ”, and walked down the Radclyffe Hall to put my tv camera away .