I had just dropped off my married woman at the airport for her annual 2 week trip out to see her 91 twelvemonth old mother. She lived on a farm out in Oregon all alone and still can take care of her garden, her flush and her family 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 outlast her.

On the way back home my cell phone rang and I saw that it was my thou girl Marty. We had just celebrated her graduation exercise from high school a yoke of days before and I knew that she was unencumbered for a few solar day so I had asked her out for breakfast while my wife visited her mother. I figured that she was calling me back to reassert the where and when so I answered it with my usual cheery greeting.

"Hey Kidd-o, how's my deary grand girl ?"

"Oh Gramps, I'm your only idealistic daughter,"she said for the thousandth sentence with a twinkle of sunniness in her vox."Did ya get nanna off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm fancy exempt and ready for the hoochy koochy girls 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 only minor 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 petty thing and smart as a party whip. She got a encyclopedism to the country University in scientific discipline and was on her way to becoming whatever her core led her to do. She was also so attractive that my son-in-law had to pound the boys away with a baseball bat nearly every Saturday nighttime. But as we bantered back and forth in our teasing dialogue, she managed to ask me a serious question.

"grandad, I was wondering, or actually my parents were wondering, if I could do to your family and spend the weekend with you. Daddy 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 reliance you or all the boys that you seem to attract ?"I asked with my tongue stuck squarely into my cheek.

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

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

"Gramps, I can't believe you. I'll assure my parents that you said that its okey 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 the day, 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 instant coffee and waited and then I fixed another cup and waited some more. I was on my fourthly cup went I saw her pull into our driveway and I saw her conflict with a traveling bag as she made her way to the front door. As I opened it to let her in, I commented,"sanctum cow Marty, I didn't realize that I said you could moved in."

"I'm sorry I'm late,"she said out of intimation,"but my alarm didn't go off and I stayed up too later death Night so I, ah, overslept."

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

"Oh granddad, you are such a tease,"she said, not realizing that my question was asked in More of a unplayful whole tone 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 prison term for lunch but I locked the door behind us and we took off for my favorite diner.

On my third cup of coffee, I was about to break so I excused myself to go to the convenience and shake my Snake River but when I came back out, Marty seemed deep in thinking so I asked her,"penny for your thoughts ?"

"Oh grandpa it would take a heck of a lot more than a penny to talk about what's on my mind,"she said giving a slender smile.

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

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

The climate was broken for the sentence being anyway and we drove back to my home in muteness. I parked the car and walked up to the house when Marty suddenly asked me,"Gramps, can I ask you a motion ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

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

"Holy Cow !"I said to total shock."Where did that come from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the first metre that I made love to your grandma was on, oh, about our 10th escort or so. We were all alone at her parent's mansion 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 clip 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 yr ago and I have loved every minute of it."

There a long stint of secretiveness and finally I asked,"I've told you the the true about Grandma and me, now you have to assure me what's going on that prompted that question."

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

"Let me hazard, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to make love with him. You've fallen in love and you want to show 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 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 phone line I used when I was untried, you know when Moses was a baby, and I'm proud to find out that they are still using it to this day,"I said with a grin on my face.

"But he says he loves me as often as I love him and he's willing to test it to me if I'm quick to examine my lovemaking 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 dwelling house 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 silence for the longest time and then I told her,"I'm sorry Kidd-o. I don't even know this kid. He must be a wonderful guy to grab your heart like this but he's just a kid, a horny, hormone raging kid who will say most anything to get in your knickers and who knows what he would do after you let him. Maybe he's honest in voicing his true sexual love for you and maybe you'll get married, settle down and experience a clump of kids. But more likely, he'll tell apart you honorable bye right after he gets what he wants and you will cause given him the just thing that you can only gift once."

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

"Oh Kidd-o, not all men aren't crawl. I'm not a crawl, at least not anymore. I'm too old to be officially called a"weirdo ”, 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 heroic daughter for the longest time, remembering the very first time I held her some 17 days ago. Her niggling nose was pushed back into her face and her thick black 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 turn to agree her, she shut rightfield up and went to log Z's. From that second to this, we have had a certain attachment that no else could ever have.

A thought process 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 perfunctory case, 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 flake to carry through the keepers that I wanted to uphold. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the sofa in our family room with a big smile on her boldness. She started posing and I started snapping image of her. She would personate like a example and then like the female child that she was, all the while my finger's breadth was tripping the shiver of the camera.

All was going capital until she took a mystify facing the camera on all fours. She stuck her little rear end end up in the air and lowered herself down on both cubital joint causing the cut off tee shirt to fall away from her front exposing to the tv camera, and me, her beautiful petty bra covered chest. Seeing them through the scene finder, I stopped, looked over the tv camera and said,"Kidd-o, do you want to show off everything to the television camera like that ?"

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

"Okay, but let me monish you, you don't want to mess with the bull because you're likely to get the hooter,"I warned her placing the camera back up to my eye. I thought to myself,"My sweetly inexperienced person little august daughter is turning into a literal peter tease"and decided to see how far it would go.

I snapped a few shots of her in this mannerism 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 integral breast area to my view. I sucked in my breath as a strange trivial smiling came over her fount. After getting all of the pictures that I wanted, I told her get up on her genu and to tear her shortcut shirt to one slope and off of her shoulder and then to tear the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my teaching to the tee, the total position of her bosom line was for all design and purposes nude except for her breast itself and I could see part of it. The sight was so stimulating that I detected a stirring down in my pants.

Her oculus 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 open mouth.

"Sit up now and pull your human knee up to your thorax,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her arms around her human knee, I went forward and positioned the leg trap of her short aside to expose the edge of her scanty. Marty turned a bright red but didn't movement an inch. I took respective shots of just a hint of the genitalia of her panties and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her parted lips.

The next pose that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her shorts afford with her pollex inserted in her sky blue step-in. I had her pull down on the elastic to just barely over her pile as she scooted the bottom hem of her shirt up so just a soupcon of her bra came into view. Her grammatical construction was so sexy and sultry I almost wanted to stop right wing there and devote her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my one thousand daughter, my lovely Marty, the one that it seemed like I cradled in my subdivision only a few eld 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 clothes or something in that suitcase you brought ? Come out with something rattling sexy on."These parole did not come out of my mouth ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the room where her suit cause full-of-the-moon of dress 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 instant to come down the hall to show me what she had picked out. I took one look and gave off a slight little moan. She was wearing a skillful little xanthous sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two triangles covering her strawman and a wax skirt that fell to her mid thighs. I don't know if the material was so thin or it was my imagination getting the scoop of me but I swore I could detect two little protrusions show up under the bust business of that dress. I swallowed backbreaking 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 aphrodisiacal footling pose. Once she stopped with her vertebral column to the tv camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the entire dress in place, dropping it down to her bicep with the cloth barely covering her breast. She got the devilish smile on her boldness as she tucked her humbled lip under her presence dentition and moved the arm with the shoulder strap off of it down to the hem of her skirt. Then, very seductively, she raised it up to just below her pantie line as her eyes begged me to snap her motion picture.

I complied with her wishes by taking many photo of her from the position, the front and the rear. I then asked her to unzip the dress. The look on her expression told me that I just may have crossed the line but after a brief vacillation, she did as I had asked her. I could barely verbalize but I once again asked her to get rid of the strap from her shoulders let it fall free down her arms. I whispered for her to hold it in place just barely covering her nipples as I snapped the camera wildly. In that berth, it showed her bare back and top of her blue panties from the rear and nearly of her breasts from the front. The look it her eyes was wild with expression as I continued to marvel just how far this would go.

I walked around to her tush 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 rear cheeks. 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 thin coup d'oeil of terror in that smile but I had the smell that she was game for about anything.

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

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

"You're right Kidd-o. I've got lots of great pictures 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 strap up over her articulatio humeri, 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 picture taking accomplishment. We started at the conclusion one that I took and I heard her pant as if someone had kicked her rightfield 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 second and then asked,"gramps, do you really think that I'm sexy ?"

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

"Yeah I guess,"she said deep in opinion. Finally she asked,"grandpa do you still want to take that terminal pose of me, you know the one where I drop the dress down to the flooring ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another pose that I would wish to need. You can sit down on the floor American Indian fashion and postulate the straps off of your shoulder again. Now cover your panties with your skirt and hold the frock up to report your boobies. Look like you want to tease the camera."

Marty's looking at was unadulterated as she struck that exact pose. Her skirt was drawn up in a bunch right at her private parts and her hired man held the two trigon of the dress barely covering her breasts. The look on her expression 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 digest back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her adjacent instructions, a apprehensive look came across her face.

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

The look did not result her grimace as she bit down on her crushed lip. Her hands started to relax and then tighten up on the front of her dress. Her hand relaxed once again only to clinch the fabric tightly in a knot. The spirit in her eyes was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to bring in up her mind. Then in one abbreviated second of determination, she closed her eyes and let the dress fell all of the way down her body and gather at her metrical unit. I looked up at her red grimace and her eyes were tightly closed.

I tried to breathe normally but the flock of my august daughter standing before me in just her sky dingy step-in had taken away my ability to serve properly. I stood there completely in awe at the view of her mantrap and her wiliness to share it with me. I had to hale my sightedness to pore on the image of this goddess as the exposure finally started to appear and a slight moan escaped out of my mouth.

Her ship's boat rightfield hand was covering her leftover tit and her forearm was resting on the rightfield. Her eyes were still closed and a slender grimace of being uncomfortable was on her face. Her cheeks were crimson and her neck was red but the relaxation of her Brigham Young body stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her trim potbelly gave way to a tight little abdomen as my middle passed down over her curved shape. Her bluish panties exposed the image of her tight round mound and I detected just a hint of the dimpled outcome of her pubic hair pushing its way up to meet the fabric. Her glorious legs were tightly clamped together in an effort to protect against any possibly of photograph of her agglomerate but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her heart but the look that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to give the lens the sulphurous look that she could contend as I began snapping the shutter of the camera. She opened her eye and the look was amazingly sexy. She dropped her left hand to her bay window and crossed her left knee over the early. I captured her epitome in the word-painting and my substance skipped a beat.

"motility your left hand down and hook your scanty with your thumb,"I commanded with the huskiest vocalism. She complied with my request."push it down off of your hip. Lower. Even lower yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the elastic on the chess opening of the leg at a full stop where just a speck 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 pictures, my gist was in my throat with excitement. My legs were trembling as I was trying to keep the camera in focusing and was definitely beaming that I had it on automobile.

"bend a short to the right,"I commanded."Now to the left. Now turn around and search over your shoulder at me. move over me that aphrodisiac look again."

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

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

She looked projecting but did not travel an inch."I have one to a greater extent pose if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and play your knees up to our chest. I want you to clasp your knees with your arms so that your chest are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her exit arm for keep and the right one never leaving her breasts. She mashed her knees up against her chest and wrapped her branch around them tightly. Looking over the top of her knees, she got this sexy look back again and I started taking scene as fast as I could. I got down in social movement of her a mere two animal foot away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right and then to the left to find out the absolute intimately slant for the stroke I wanted. Then I saw it right in presence of me.

I was off to the left just a picayune and I had just the proper angle that I saw her oculus looking longingly at the camera and a slight fiddling sky blue puffy wedge sticking out between her two thigh. I almost lost my composure when I snapped the picture. It was the perfective tense way to end the photograph shoot so I sat the camera aside, looked longingly into my grand daughter's loving center and moved forward to give her a footling kiss of appreciation.

As I pressed my sass tenderly against hers, I couldn't help myself. I reached down with my finger tip and slightly caressed the small little blue speckle that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a plead expression but said zippo. She continued to look into my eyes as I smiled a confident smile and repeated my caress. She took in a precipitous breath of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my finger along the sky blue book binding of her delight zona as I continued to buss her lips. She responded with an urgent cry of desire and a forceful opening of her mouth. Feeling her give in to my kiss, I pressed even more into her easy wetness and moved my finger in between her gloomy sass. Her osculate became devouring and her ramification slowly slip apart so my hand could totally encompass her sky blue panties. As I pressed my decoration into its softness, her legs slipped downward exposing her bare little chest to me for the showtime time.

I pressed her backward with my kiss as she lay back on the floor with my early hand behind her to give her the keep. As her head met the rug she opened her centre and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the slightest smile. Her look did not change as I looked down at her boob. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not realize just how perfect they were. My eyes consumed them in their softness and their perfection and I got an unmanageable urge to put my lips down upon them. As I lowered my head, I noticed that she had closed her eyes once again.

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

My mitt was busily giving her delight by sliding up and down between her two lips and concentrating on her knob that was located near the top. She was beginning to hitch her articulatio coxae every time I bumped into it and I was bumping into it as often as I could.

I suddenly placed my deal at the waist ring of her sky blue panties and started to iron out it inward when she cried out,"Oh grandad, delight don't, not in there,"but it was too lately. I rested my cutaneous senses on her wet hairy mound and my finger 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 deal and sucking the life into her nipples as I lost all controller over my mind and senses. My fist was between her ramification pushing her panties down over her hips and exposed my caressing deal to the lighter of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her branch and threw them to the side of meat. Now she was totally au naturel and her pegleg were wide apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing eyes opened astray with lust. Her face was like a crazed woman who knew what she wanted and how to postulate it. She looked deep into my own sector and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my trousers. She had them open in a news bulletin and was pulling my rock hard rod out of them with the roughness of the need that she must stimulate been feeling. Then, laying it flat on my stomach, she placed it in between her two back talk and started to shake 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 back as the strangest speech sound started emanating out of her sass. As she continued to moil, she started to clench her dentition and then she stared down into my eyes. What I saw was pure lustfulness, painfulness and simple and she had the look of a desperate love crazed young woman.

I felt her juice from her little scratch as she slid my tool up to gather her clitoris. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with expectation. Then she rose up on her knees 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 grimace because in her lustfulness, she smiled and told me,"I want this Gramps !"

Both of my hands were on her hips and they came upon a strange feeling set aide bandage. My figures were trying to decrypt what they was feeling when she smiled down at me and said,"I've been on the maculation for a spell,"and started to ease herself down on my sloshed rod. I saw her eyes roll back into her question 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 intense that we were each starting to sense uncomfortable. But when I hit her barrier, I could severalize that her irritation was almost More than she could bear. Her eyes were still closed and her back talk hung heart-to-heart as she began to frantically puff through her brim. Then, taking in a full breathing place of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a plunge and let out a howler as it broke through the membrane and she became a woman.

"Oh God it stings !"she whimpered as she came to rest for a instant. 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 smiling. The look in her centre was one of determination as she started to rock upon my rod resting thick interior of her womb. She closed her eyes once again and a rattling touch sensation of satisfaction came over her entire face.

She began to uprise and decrease upon my cadaver rod that was sliding into her muliebrity and the faster she slipped it in, the Thomas More force she used to impale herself with. Her wetness was running out of her opening 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 ball up but I wanted her to cum first.

I began to heighten my hip joint up off of the floor to meet her every thrusting and her needs were growing more than ever. I was straining to maintain my explosion back as long as I could when I felt her walls cramp down on my cock and I knew she was about to lose it. She was not breathing and her muscles started to tighten up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a second as if she was letting it build. Then she opened her rima oris 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 fount was contorted beyond recondition and her breaths came in jagged gasps of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying cock, milking every fall out of it with her tight short vagina. Finally neither of us could occupy it any boost 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 foresightful than my Marty's. When I awoke, I awoke alone. I heard the exhibitor 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 bathroom myself.

In about 30 bit we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a movie and she readily agreed. We saw a romantic comedy that eve and she cuddled up to my arm. But when we got habitation, she came up to me and gave me a peck on the boldness and told me"Goodnight Gramps ”.

The next morning we shared a breakfast time together and she said that she needed to get habitation to get gear up for her new job tomorrow. I carried her grip to the car for her and before she got in she turned to me with the warm smiling 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 eyes and I think that I saw a tear showtime to well over. I wiped it away with my finger as I let it linger for a second on her cheek. She moved her cheek into my caress as she said,"I will always remember this weekend grandad. 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 view around the corner. I walked back into the lonely house and noticed my camera sitting on the mesa next to the sofa. I picked it up and turned it on to look back the pictures that I had taken. They were not there. There was not the bit in the photographic 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 entrance hall to put my camera away .