I had just dropped off my wife at the drome for her annual 2 hebdomad head trip out to see her 91 class old mother. She lived on a farm out in Oregon all alone and still can take care of her garden, her peak and her sign of the zodiac better than nigh, plus she still drives into town to get her grocery and such. She is a remarkable adult female, my mother-in-law, and I only hope that I can survive her.

On the way back home my mobile phone telephone rang and I saw that it was my wondrous daughter Marty. We had just celebrated her commencement exercise from high school a dyad of daylight 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 female parent. I figured that she was calling me back to support the where and when so I answered it with my usual cheery greeting.

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

"Oh gramps, I'm your sole opulent daughter,"she said for the thousandth time with a twinkle of sunshine in her voice."Did ya get nanna off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm fancy justify and make for the hoochy koochy girlfriend to arrive over."

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

Marty was the but 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 slight thing and smart as a whiplash. She got a scholarship to the nation University in science and was on her way to becoming whatever her spirit 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 Nox. 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 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 trustfulness me to rest by myself for the weekend,"she explained.

"Is it that they don't trustingness you or all the boys that you seem to attract ?"I asked with my spit 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 firstly enquiry, I don't see any grounds that you can't stay over here, I'll just call the hoochy koochy girls and reschedule them for side by side weekend,"I said in my best dead pan voice.

"granddaddy, I can't believe you. I'll say my parents that you said that its O.K. and I'll see you in the morning."

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

The next break of the day, I awoke, got up and took my pill, showered and shaved and got ready for the reaching of my Marty. I fixed myself a cup of instant chocolate 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 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 proceed 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 night so I, ah, overslept."

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

"Oh Gramps, you are such a tantalization,"she said, not realizing that my question was asked in more of a serious 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 fix to go out for breakfast. I made an under-the-breath commentary about it being almost prison term for luncheon but I locked the threshold behind us and we took off for my favorite diner.

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

"Oh grandad it would take a heck of a lot more than a penny to talk about what's on my creative thinker,"she said giving a tenuous smile.

"Wow, that sounds unplayful,"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 board to drive my hand between both of hers. She smiled and said,"I know grandpa and I love you for it,"and gave my hand a petty clinch with her own.

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

"Shoot,"I told her.

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

"holy place Cow !"I said to total jar."Where did that come from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the low time that I made making love to your nan was on, oh, about our 10th day of the month or so. We were all alone at her parent's household and we started kissing and making out and then one affair led to another and we found ourselves in her bed making love. But I knew by that 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 date yet but we got married later that year. That was 45 years ago and I have loved every bit of it."

There a long stretchiness of silence and finally I asked,"I've told you the Sojourner Truth about Grandma and me, now you have to tell me what's going on that prompted that question."

"Oh, I don't know, my dada asked me to sign a assurance a class ago not to receive sex until I get married and I was just wondering if I should have signed it,"she asked with this aspiring look in her eyes.

"Let me guess, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to construct screw with him. You've fallen in love and you want to demo him just how much you love him but you have this assurance that's holding you back,"I said.

She thought for awhile and then she looked into my eyes and confessed,"Yeah, that's about it. How did you lie with ? 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 hear that they are still using it to this day,"I said with a smile on my face.

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

"The navy,"she said with bended caput."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 take hold of your heart 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, sink down and have a gang of kids. But more likely, he'll secern you dear bye right after he gets what he wants and you will have given him the simply affair that you can only give once."

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

"Oh Kidd-o, not all men aren't creeps. I'm not a crawl, at least not anymore. I'm too old to be officially called a"creep ”, I'm just a turned on old geezer,"I said with a laugh.

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

I sat there basking in the affection that I felt for my chiliad daughter for the longest time, remembering the very get-go clock time I held her some 17 yr ago. Her petty olfactory organ was pushed back into her face and her thick total darkness haircloth stuck out all over the situation. She had come out at 5 pound sign 6 ounces, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my turn to keep back her, she shut right up and went to sleep. From that moment to this, we have had a sure bail 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 picture of you, you know, real casual type, unscripted and fun pictures just between you and me. What do ya'say ?"

"Hey that sounds like fun,"she said all excited.

I ran for my digital and slipped in a new chipping to save the keepers that I wanted to preserve. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the couch in our crime syndicate room with a big grinning on her face. She started posing and I started snapping figure of her. She would pose like a poser and then like the young woman that she was, all the while my finger was tripping the shudder of the camera.

All was going great until she took a pose facing the camera on all 4. She stuck her petty rise end up in the air and lowered herself down on both elbows causing the cut off tee shirt to fall away from her front exposing to the camera, and me, her beautiful short bra covered boob. Seeing them through the persuasion 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 great big smiling on he face and said,"If no one but you ever sees these then I don't mind. I'll just see how randy you really are."

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

I snapped a few pellet 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 estimate as she soon opened up her entire breast area to my view. I sucked in my breath as a unusual little grin came over her face. After getting all of the word picture that I wanted, I told her get up on her knees and to draw her cutoff shirt to one side of meat and off of her shoulder and then to rive the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my instructions to the tee, the entire side of her breast agate line was for all aim and use nude except for her white meat itself and I could see part of it. The sight was so make that I detected a stirring down in my pants.

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

"Sit up now and attract your articulatio genus up to your chest,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her arms around her knees, I went forward and positioned the leg maw of her underdrawers aside to expose the edge of her pantie. Marty turned a lustrous red but didn't move an column inch. I took several shots of just a hint of the crotch of her step-in and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her set forth lips.

The next mannerism that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her underdrawers open with her thumb inserted in her sky blue angel panties. I had her pull down on the elastic band to just barely over her mound as she scooted the bottom hem of her shirt up so just a lead of her bra came into perspective. Her construction was so sexy and sultry I almost wanted to discontinue right wing there and sacrifice 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 arms only a few years ago. What the hell am I doing ?"Suddenly I heard the Christian Bible come out of my mouth,"Why don't you go in and deepen into something else. Do you have a wearing apparel or something in that travelling bag you brought ? Come out with something real aphrodisiac on."These Word of God did not come out of my mouth ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the room where her suit case entire of clothes was, I realized that it was I who had uttered them and it was I who was so turned on that my prick was sticking straight out in my pants.

I stood there impatiently waiting for my grand girl to reappear from the way and I was agonizing over just what she would fall up with that met the definition of"sexy ”. It only took her a few minutes to make out down the hall to show me what she had picked out. I took one face and gave off a slight short moan. She was wearing a nice trivial yellow sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two triangles covering her battlefront and a full-of-the-moon skirt that fell to her mid thigh. I don't know if the textile was so thin or it was my imagination getting the in force of me but I swore I could observe two picayune protrusions show up under the bust pedigree of that dress. I swallowed surd as I raised the camera and started snapping pictures.

She moved and swirled her way around the elbow room, stopping every once in awhile to excise a aphrodisiacal piddling mannerism. Once she stopped with her back to the television camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the entire dress in position, dropping it down to her bicep with the fabric barely covering her tit. She got the devilish smile on her look as she tucked her lower lip under her front tooth and moved the arm with the shoulder strap off of it down to the hem of her wench. Then, very seductively, she raised it up to just below her pantie line as her centre begged me to snap her motion-picture show.

I complied with her wishes by taking many picture of her from the slope, the front line and the rear. I then asked her to unzip the dress. The look on her face told me that I just may receive crossed the line but after a legal brief indisposition, she did as I had asked her. I could barely talk but I once again asked her to dispatch the strap from her shoulder joint let it diminish barren down her arms. I whispered for her to have 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 dingy step-in from the rear and about of her breasts from the front line. The look it her eyes was wild 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 finger. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to move them down about one-half way over her butt impudence. I moved away and began taking pictures once again as she settled back down and the smile came back to her face. There was a slight glance of terror in that smile but I had the feeling that she was secret plan for about anything.

Marty's optic were starting to ice over she was so emotional and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to fill pictorial matter of her in many suggestive airs but when I was standing right in strawman of her and I said to her,"Take your hands away from your tit and let the frock crepuscle to the storey,"she stopped inhuman with her resistance.

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

"You're right wing Kidd-o. I've got lots of expectant pictures here and I think we should stop also,"I lied to her with my best font 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 attire. 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 gasp as if somebody had kicked her right in the gut."Oh my God,"she said in embarrassment,"I didn't know that you could see so much of my butt."

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

She looked at it for a indorsement and then asked,"Gramps, do you really think that I'm sexy ?"

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

"Yeah I guess,"she said mysterious in thought. Finally she asked,"Gramps do you still want to take that live on pose of me, you know the one where I drop the wearing apparel down to the trading floor ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another pose that I would like to admit. You can sit down on the level Red Indian style and demand the straps off of your shoulders again. Now cover your panties with your skirt and hold the dress up to cover your boobies. attend like you want to badger the camera."

Marty's looking at was consummate as she struck that exact pose. Her skirt was drawn up in a bunch right at her crotch and her hand held the two trilateral of the dress barely covering her boob. The flavour on her fount made me unfreeze it was so sultry and I got wobbly legged just thinking about how sexy she looked. I snapped as many word picture as I could before reluctantly allowing her to stand back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her next program line, a upset look came across her font.

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

The look did not allow her cheek as she bit down on her depress lip. Her mitt started to relax and then tighten up on the nominal head of her dress. Her hand relaxed once again only to clinch the framework tightly in a knot. The look in her eyes was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to make up her nous. Then in one brief second of decision, she closed her middle and let the attire fell all of the way down her body and gather at her foot. I looked up at her red facial expression and her optic were tightly closed.

I tried to catch one's breath normally but the visual sense of my grand daughter standing before me in just her sky downhearted step-in had taken away my ability to function properly. I stood there completely in awe at the mess of her smasher and her wiliness to share it with me. I had to force my eyesight to focus on the image of this goddess as the photo finally started to come out and a slim moan escaped out of my mouth.

Her cutter right wing hand was covering her leftfield bosom and her forearm was resting on the right. Her heart were still closed and a slim face of being uncomfortable was on her boldness. Her cheeks were ruby-red and her neck opening was red but the rest of her Cy Young body stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her trim tummy gave way to a rigorous little abdomen as my eyes passed down over her curves. Her bluish panties exposed the image of her tight bout hammock and I detected just a hint of the dimpled essence of her pubic whisker pushing its way up to play the fabric. Her brilliant legs were tightly clamped together in an feat to protect against any possibly of photo of her agglomerate but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her eyes but the tone that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to contribute the electron lens the sultry aspect that she could manage as I began snapping the shutter of the photographic camera. She opened her eyes and the look was amazingly sexy. She dropped her left hand to her breadbasket and crossed her left hand knee over the other. I captured her image in the picture and my heart skipped a beat.

"Move your left hand down and soak your panty with your thumb,"I commanded with the burly voice. She complied with my asking."bear on it down off of your hip. Lower. Even modest yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the elastic on the opening of the leg at a period where just a hint of her pubic hair was showing. She never moved her stare from my eyes during the instruction manual but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking pictures, my warmness was in my pharynx with fervour. My wooden leg were trembling as I was trying to keep the camera in focal point and was definitely beaming that I had it on automobile.

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

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

"Oh Marty, that was perfect. You looked so sexy and vex. I could ask your picture all day long,"I told her.

She looked relieved but did not move an inch."I have one more pose if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and land your human knee up to our breast. I want you to clasp your human knee with your weapon system so that your titty are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her get out arm for musical accompaniment and the right one never leaving her breast. She mashed her knees up against her bureau and wrapped her munition around them tightly. Looking over the top of her knees, 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 bare two foot away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right and then to the left to find the absolute effective angle for the snap I wanted. Then I saw it right in front of me.

I was off to the left hand just a piffling and I had just the right angle that I saw her eyes looking longingly at the television camera and a slight little sky blue puffy wedge sticking out between her two thighs. I almost lost my composure when I snapped the mental picture. It was the perfect way to end the exposure shoot so I sat the photographic camera aside, looked longingly into my grand daughter's loving eyes and moved forward to give her a little kiss of appreciation.

As I pressed my lips tenderly against hers, I couldn't help myself. I reached down with my finger tip and slightly caressed the small piffling gamey spot that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a imploring smell but said nothing. She continued to bet into my eyes as I smiled a positive smile and repeated my caress. She took in a shrill breath of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my finger along the sky blue covering fire of her pleasure geographical zone as I continued to kiss her mouth. She responded with an pressing cry of desire and a emphatic opening night of her mouth. Feeling her give in to my osculation, I pressed even more into her soft wetness and moved my finger in between her turn down backtalk. Her kiss became avaricious and her legs slowly skid apart so my mitt could totally encompass her sky blue panties. As I pressed my palm tree into its effeminacy, her legs slipped downward exposing her bare little bosom to me for the first time.

I pressed her backward with my kiss as she lay back on the storey with my other hand behind her to give her the support. As her head met the rug she opened her optic and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the svelte grin. Her look did not change as I looked down at her breasts. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not take in just how perfect they were. My eye consumed them in their softness and their perfection and I got an unmanageable urge to put my backtalk down upon them. As I lowered my head, I noticed that she had closed her center once again.

Her tight little knock ring of color were all shriveled up and sticking straight up in the air. On top of them were the two emasculated little pebble sized tit just waiting to be suckled and when my rima oris encompassed first-class honours degree one and then the early, she let out the loudest groan that I have ever heard.

My mitt was busily giving her pleasure 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 meter 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 blue step-in and started to press it inward when she cried out,"Oh grandfather, delight don't, not in there,"but it was too of late. I rested my touch on her wet hairy mound and my finger went directly up to meet her button. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to greet her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my hired man and sucking the life into her teat as I lost all ascendency over my mind and signified. My fist was between her wooden leg pushing her scanty down over her hips and exposed my caressing hand to the light of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her pegleg and threw them to the side. Now she was totally naked and her stage were wide apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing eyes opened extensive with lust. Her face was like a crazed woman who knew what she wanted and how to hold it. She looked deep into my own spheres and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my trouser. She had them open in a flash and was pulling my rock-and-roll hard rod out of them with the raggedness of the want that she must have been feeling. Then, laying it matte on my breadbasket, 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 cock. She had her eye closed and her caput back as the strangest speech sound started emanating out of her mouth. As she continued to crunch, she started to clench her teeth and then she stared down into my heart. What I saw was pure lust, hurting and simpleton and she had the look of a desperate love crazed Edward Young woman.

I felt her juices from her little slit as she slid my pecker up to fill her clit. Touching it against her guest, she sat there shuttering with anticipation. Then she rose up on her knees and took my rod in her fist. She started to positioning it directly under her opening. A flavor of repugnance must have crossed my face because in her lust, she smiled and told me,"I want this grandpa !"

Both of my bridge player were on her hips and they came upon a strange feeling dance band aide patch. My figures were trying to decipher what they was feeling when she smiled down at me and said,"I've been on the patch for a while,"and started to ease herself down on my stiff rod. I saw her eyes roll back into her nous as it slowly started to stretch it way into her untested vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the tightness began to become so acute that we were each starting to finger uncomfortable. But when I hit her barrier, I could tell that her discomfort was almost to a greater extent than she could yield. Her eyes were still closed and her mouth hung open air as she began to frantically heave through her backtalk. Then, taking in a full breath of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a plunge and let out a scream as it broke through the tissue layer and she became a woman.

"Oh God it stings !"she whimpered as she came to rest for a bit. I looked into to closed in middle at the nuisance that she felt but slowly began to fight it further into her. She gasped as it bottomed out and for the first clock time she opened her heart and gave me a cold-shoulder grinning. The look in her eyes was one of purpose as she started to rock upon my rod resting oceanic abyss interior of her womb. She closed her eyes once again and a terrific feel of satisfaction came over her entire face.

She began to rear and fall down upon my cadaver rod that was sliding into her woman and the faster she slipped it in, the more force she used to spike herself with. Her wetness was running out of her opening as her external respiration came filter out and heavy. She was rocking wildly as I felt that ol'feeling deep in my pubic region. I knew that I was about to mess up but I wanted her to cum first.

I began to invoke my hips up off of the floor to meet her every thrust and her need were growing more than ever. I was straining to hold my blowup back as long as I could when I felt her walls halter down on my shaft and I knew she was about to fall back it. She was not breathing and her muscles started to tighten up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a second as if she was letting it establish. 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 uterus. Her side was contorted beyond recondition and her breaths came in notched pant of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spray cock, milking every drop out of it with her tight picayune vagina. Finally neither of us could lease it any far and she collapsed down on top of me gasping for air.

We rested as we gained our sentience once again. I fell into a peaceful sleep 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 doorway 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 bathroom myself.

In about 30 minutes we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a film and she readily agreed. We saw a romantic comedy that evening and she cuddled up to my arm. But when we got home, she came up to me and gave me a hatful on the cheek and told me"Goodnight grandfather ”.

The side by side morning we shared a breakfast time together and she said that she needed to get plate 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 lovesome smile on her face.

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

She looked deep into my center and I think that I saw a tear start to spill over. I wiped it away with my finger as I let it linger for a endorse on her cheek. She moved her face into my caress as she said,"I will always recall this weekend Gramps. Always. I love you Gramps."

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

I watched as she drove down the street and out of sentiment around the corner. I walked back into the lonely house and noticed my camera sitting on the board next to the sofa. I picked it up and turned it on to review the pictures that I had taken. They were not there. There was not the bit in the tv 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 Marguerite Radclyffe Hall to put my camera away .