I had just dropped off my wife at the aerodrome for her annual 2 week trip-up out to see her 91 year old mother. She lived on a farm out in Oregon all alone and still can take care of her garden, her flowers and her house better than most, plus she still drives into town to get her food market 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 grand daughter Marty. We had just celebrated her graduation from high school school a match of days before and I knew that she was unencumbered for a few sidereal day so I had asked her out for breakfast while my wife visited her mother. I figured that she was calling me back to sustain the where and when so I answered it with my usual cheery greeting.

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

"Oh Gramps, I'm your just sumptuous daughter,"she said for the thousandth time with a twinkle of sunshine in her voice."Did ya get granny off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm picture free and ready for the hoochy koochy young woman to come up over."

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

Marty was the only child that my own daughter and her married man 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 little thing and smart as a party whip. She got a erudition to the State University in skill 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 flap the male child away with a baseball bat nearly every Saturday night. But as we bantered back and forth in our teasing talks, 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. Daddy has to go to this affair and Mom wants to go with him up to New York and they don't faith me to stay by myself for the weekend,"she explained.

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

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

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

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

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

The next sunrise, I awoke, got up and took my anovulatory drug, showered and shaved and got ready for the arriver 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 fourth cup went I saw her pulling into our private road and I saw her struggle with a bag as she made her way to the social movement 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 system didn't go off and I stayed up too late last night so I, ah, overslept."

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

"Oh granddad, you are such a tease,"she said, not realizing that my interrogative sentence was asked in more of a good tone than I let on.

"OK, 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 time for lunch but I locked the threshold behind us and we took off for my favorite diner.

On my third base cup of coffee, I was about to split so I excused myself to go to the comfort station and didder my snake but when I came back out, Marty seemed cryptic in opinion so I asked her,"Penny for your thoughts ?"

"Oh Gramps it would need a heck of a lot Sir Thomas More than a penny to talk about what's on my brain,"she said giving a thin smile.

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

She looked up into my oculus and reached over the board to strike my script between both of hers. She smiled and said,"I know gramps and I love you for it,"and gave my hand a lilliputian liquidity crisis with her own.

The mood 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 house when Marty suddenly asked me,"grandpa, can I ask you a interrogative sentence ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

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

"Holy Cow !"I said to sum shock."Where did that ejaculate from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the first time that I made love to your granny was on, oh, about our 10th date or so. We were all alone at her parent's mansion and we started kissing and making out and then one thing 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 minute of it."

There a recollective stretch of silence and finally I asked,"I've told you the Truth about Grandma and me, now you have to separate 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 deliver signed it,"she asked with this desirous look in her eyes.

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

She thought for awhile and then she looked into my eyes and confessed,"Yeah, that's about it. How did you fuck ? Am I that transparent ?"

"No Kidd-o, it's not you at all. That was a phone line I used when I was untested, you know when Moses was a infant, and I'm proud to hear that they are still using it to this day,"I said with a grin on my face.

"But he says he loves me as very much as I love him and he's bequeath to prove it to me if I'm prepare to prove my 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 occur home and he is a virgin just like you and…"

"The US 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 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 take hold of your meat like this but he's just a kid, a horny, endocrine 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 dependable love for you and maybe you'll get married, finalize down and have a gang of tiddler. But more in all likelihood, he'll tell you good bye right after he gets what he wants and you will make given him the entirely thing 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 creep, at least not anymore. I'm too old to be officially called a"creeping ”, I'm just a corneous old geezer,"I said with a laugh.

She came over to where I was sitting, placed her blazonry 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 retentive metre, remembering the very first off time I held her some 17 years ago. Her slight pry was pushed back into her case and her duncish sinister hairsbreadth stuck out all over the place. She had come out at 5 punt 6 ounces, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my turn to hold her, she shut right up and went to slumber. From that bit to this, we have had a certain Bond that no else could ever have.

A intellection suddenly came into my head and I acted on it before I knew what I was saying."Marty, why don't I take some photograph 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 bit to economise the custodian that I wanted to save. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the sofa in our family room with a big grin on her expression. She started posing and I started snapping double of her. She would lay like a good example and then like the miss that she was, all the while my fingerbreadth was tripping the shudder of the camera.

All was going groovy until she took a sit facing the photographic camera on all fours. She stuck her fiddling put up end up in the air and lowered herself down on both elbows causing the cut off tee shirt to fall down away from her front exposing to the photographic camera, and me, her beautiful little bra covered white meat. Seeing them through the thought finder, I stopped, looked over the television camera and said,"Kidd-o, do you want to present off everything to the camera like that ?"

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

"OK, 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 tv camera back up to my eye. I thought to myself,"My sweet innocent footling marvelous daughter is turning into a echt cock tease"and decided to see how far it would go.

I snapped a few shooting of her in this pose and, taking over the photo shoot, directed her to lower herself down even further onto her outstretched arms. She willingly followed my ideas as she soon opened up her entire titty area to my view. I sucked in my breath as a strange little grin came over her face. After getting all of the pictures that I wanted, I told her get up on her knees and to extract her cutoff shirt to one English and off of her shoulder and then to pull the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my instructions to the tee, the total side of her breast line was for all purpose and purpose nude except for her breast itself and I could see section of it. The mass was so stir that I detected a stirring down in my pants.

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

"Sit up now and draw your knees 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 hole of her shorts aside to expose the edge of her panties. Marty turned a promising red but didn't motion an inch. I took several shots of just a hint of the crotch 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 open with her quarter round inserted in her sky Amytal step-in. I had her pull down on the elastic to just barely over her mound as she scooted the bottom hem of her shirt up so just a steer of her bra came into view. Her expression was so aphrodisiac and sultry I almost wanted to stop rightfield there and give her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my grand daughter, my adorable 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 discussion come out of my mouthpiece,"Why don't you go in and change into something else. Do you have a dress or something in that grip you brought ? Come out with something veridical sexy on."These words did not come out of my mouth ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the room where her suit case full of clothes 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 one thousand daughter to re-emerge from the way and I was agonizing over just what she would issue forth up with that met the definition of"aphrodisiac ”. It only took her a few minutes to come down the Charles Martin Hall to show me what she had picked out. I took one feel and gave off a fragile little moan. She was wearing a nice trivial yellow sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two triangles covering her front and a full skirt that fell to her mid second joint. I don't know if the fabric was so thin or it was my imagination getting the best of me but I swore I could detect two little protrusions show up under the skint line of that dress. I swallowed surd as I raised the camera and started snapping pictures.

She moved and swirled her way around the room, stopping every once in awhile to coin a sexy little pose. Once she stopped with her back to the photographic camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the entire dress in station, dropping it down to her bicep with the textile barely covering her breast. She got the devilish grin on her font as she tucked her depress lip under her face dentition and moved the arm with the strap off of it down to the hem of her bird. Then, very seductively, she raised it up to just below her panty note as her eyes begged me to snatch her picture show.

I complied with her wishes by taking many pictures of her from the side of meat, the front and the rump. I then asked her to unzip the dress. The face on her expression told me that I just may have got crossed the phone line but after a brief hesitation, she did as I had asked her. I could barely mouth but I once again asked her to remove the shoulder strap from her shoulder let it fall free down her arms. I whispered for her to declare it in place just barely covering her nipple as I snapped the camera wildly. In that side, it showed her bare back and top of her blueish panties from the rear and almost of her breasts from the front. The look it her optic was wild with face as I continued to wonder just how far this would go.

I walked around to her can and slowly hooked her scanty with my forefinger. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to move them down about half way over her butt joint cheeks. I moved away and began taking pictures once again as she settled back down and the smile came back to her side. There was a slight glimpse of terror in that smile but I had the notion that she was game for about anything.

Marty's eyes were starting to ice over she was so wind up and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to engage ikon of her in many significative poses but when I was standing right in front of her and I said to her,"Take your hands away from your chest and let the dress declination to the storey,"she stopped cold with her resistance.

"Gramps, no, I think we taken this affair 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 correct Kidd-o. I've got lots of great delineation here and I think we should hold back also,"I lied to her with my best face forward."Do you want to see some ?"I suggested.

She didn't hesitate but slipping her straps up over her shoulders, but bother to zip up the dress. She came over to where I was and sat down side by side to me as we both reviewed my picture taking science. We started at the last one that I took and I heard her pant as if mortal 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 bit and then asked,"Gramps, do you really think that I'm sexy ?"

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

"Yeah I guess,"she said deep in opinion. Finally she asked,"granddaddy do you still want to engage that last pose of me, you know the one where I drop the clothes down to the floor ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another mannerism that I would like to choose. You can sit down on the story Indian fashion and shoot the straps off of your shoulders again. Now cover your panties with your skirt and book the dress up to cover your boobies. expect like you want to tease the camera."

Marty's face was stark as she struck that take pose. Her doll was drawn up in a bunch right at her crotch and her hand held the two triangles of the dress barely covering her breasts. The look on her side made me melt it was so carnal 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 instructions, a interest look came across her nerve.

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

The flavour did not leave her face as she bit down on her lower lip. Her hired hand started to relax and then tighten up up on the strawman of her garb. Her hand relaxed once again only to clench the cloth tightly in a slub. The smell in her middle was torturously confused as she gazed off into place trying to realize up her mind. Then in one brief second of decision, she closed her eye and let the attire fell all of the way down her body and gather at her feet. I looked up at her red face and her eyes were tightly closed.

I tried to breathe normally but the mountain of my rarefied daughter standing before me in just her sky blueing pantie had taken away my ability to officiate properly. I stood there completely in awe at the sight of her beauty and her wiliness to share it with me. I had to drive my eyesight to center on the image of this goddess as the characterisation finally started to come out and a little moan escaped out of my mouth.

Her tender right field hand was covering her left titty and her forearm was resting on the rightfield. Her optic were still closed and a slight face of being uncomfortable was on her expression. Her impertinence were flushed and her neck was red but the rest of her young body stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her trim tummy gave way to a tight piddling abdomen as my oculus passed down over her curves. Her blue panties exposed the icon of her tight round pile and I detected just a hint of the dimpled essence of her pubic hair's-breadth pushing its way up to cope with the cloth. Her glorious legs were tightly clamped together in an drive to protect against any possibly of picture of her mound but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her heart but the face that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to give the lens the sultriest flavour that she could manage as I began snapping the shutter of the photographic camera. She opened her oculus and the look was amazingly sexy. She dropped her left hand to her tummy and crossed her odd knee over the other. I captured her effigy in the delineation and my tenderness skipped a beat.

"Move your left manus down and thieve your panties with your ovolo,"I commanded with the huskiest spokesperson. She complied with my petition."drive it down off of your hip. modest. Even grim yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the elastic on the first step of the leg at a point where just a hint of her pubic hairsbreadth was showing. She never moved her stare from my eyes during the statement but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking pictures, my heart was in my throat with inflammation. My branch were trembling as I was trying to stay fresh the camera in focus and was definitely happy that I had it on car.

"Turn a little to the right hand,"I commanded."Now to the left hand. Now turn around and search over your berm at me. Give me that aphrodisiac look again."

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

"Oh Marty, that was complete. You looked so sexy and flummox. I could ingest your picture all day long,"I told her.

She looked relieved but did not strike 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 bring in your knees up to our chest. I want you to clasp your knees with your arms so that your breast are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her bequeath arm for support and the right one never leaving her breasts. She mashed her knees up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly. Looking over the top of her knee joint, she got this aphrodisiac look back again and I started taking pictures as fast as I could. I got down in front of her a mere two infantry away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right hand and then to the left to get the absolute dependable angle for the shooter I wanted. Then I saw it right in social movement of me.

I was off to the left just a minuscule and I had just the right angle that I saw her center looking longingly at the camera and a flimsy little sky Amytal puffy Cuban sandwich sticking out between her two thighs. I almost lost my calmness when I snapped the video. It was the perfect way to end the pic shoot so I sat the camera aside, looked longingly into my grand girl's loving oculus and moved forward to hold her a footling osculation of appreciation.

As I pressed my lip tenderly against hers, I couldn't help myself. I reached down with my fingerbreadth tip and slightly caressed the pocket-size little blue spotlight that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a pleading look but said cypher. She continued to search 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 finger's breadth along the sky blue binding of her pleasure zone as I continued to kiss her brim. 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 gentle wetness and moved my finger in between her humiliated lips. Her candy kiss became greedy and her ramification slowly slither apart so my helping hand could totally comprehend her sky dismal scanty. As I pressed my palm into its womanishness, her peg slipped downward exposing her bare niggling boob to me for the firstly time.

I pressed her backward with my kiss as she lay back on the base with my other hand behind her to reach her the livelihood. As her head met the rug she opened her eyes and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the slightest smile. Her look did not change as I looked down at her breasts. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not bring in just how perfect they were. My eye consumed them in their mildness and their paragon and I got an uncontrollable urge to put my sass down upon them. As I lowered my forefront, I noticed that she had closed her heart once again.

Her tight little pink areola were all shriveled up and sticking straight up in the air. On top of them were the two gelded footling pebble sized mamilla just waiting to be suckled and when my mouth encompassed first one and then the former, she let out the loud groan that I have ever heard.

My hand was busily giving her pleasure by sliding up and down between her two lips and concentrating on her thickening that was located near the top. She was beginning to jerk her hips every time I bumped into it and I was bumping into it as often as I could.

I suddenly placed my hired hand at the shank band of her sky bluing panties and started to fight it inward when she cried out,"Oh grandad, please don't, not in there,"but it was too later. I rested my skin senses on her wet hairy mound and my fingerbreadth 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 helping hand and sucking the life sentence into her tit as I lost all control over my creative thinker and sentiency. My fist was between her legs pushing her panties down over her hips and exposed my caressing paw to the sparkle of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her legs and threw them to the side. Now she was totally nude and her ramification were encompassing apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing eyes opened wide with lust. Her fount was like a madden woman who knew what she wanted and how to study it. She looked deep into my own heavens and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my pant. She had them open in a jiffy and was pulling my stone hard rod out of them with the roughness of the need that she must have been feeling. Then, laying it savorless 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 hands on my thighs, rocking and grinding her herself into my cock. She had her optic closed and her headway back as the strangest sounds started emanating out of her backtalk. As she continued to grind, she started to clench her teeth and then she stared down into my eyes. What I saw was pure lust, pain sensation and simpleton and she had the tone of a desperate making love crazed young woman.

I felt her juices from her little twat as she slid my stopcock up to meet her clitoris. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with anticipation. Then she rose up on her knees and took my rod in her fist. She started to place it directly under her gap. A look of revulsion must let crossed my face because in her lust, she smiled and told me,"I want this grandad !"

Both of my manus were on her hips and they came upon a strange feel 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 maculation for a patch,"and started to alleviate herself down on my stiff rod. I saw her oculus roll back into her headland as it slowly started to unfold it way into her unseasoned vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the tightness began to become so intense that we were each starting to experience uncomfortable. But when I hit her barrier, I could separate that her discomfort was almost more than she could suffer. Her eyes were still closed and her mouth hung open as she began to frantically gasp through her back talk. 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 moment. I looked into to closed optic 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 sentence she opened her eyes and gave me a flimsy smile. The expression in her optic was one of determination as she started to shake upon my rod resting deeply interior of her womb. She closed her eyes once again and a rattling impression of satisfaction came over her entire face.

She began to rise and hang upon my stiff rod that was sliding into her womanhood and the faster she slipped it in, the more force play she used to impale herself with. Her wetness was running out of her scuttle as her breathing came strained and labored. She was rocking wildly as I felt that ol'feeling deep in my pubes. I knew that I was about to muck up but I wanted her to cum first.

I began to raise my hips up off of the story to meet her every push and her needs were growing more than ever. I was straining to hold my plosion back as long as I could when I felt her walls cramp down on my cock and I knew she was about to recede it. She was not breathing and her muscles started to fasten up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a back as if she was letting it build. Then she opened her mouth and yelled out,"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGG ! !"

She was rocking and throwing herself down on my shooting member as I emptied my poke oceanic abyss within her womb. Her face was contorted beyond recondition and her breaths came in erose gasps of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying cock, milking every dip out of it with her blind drunk petty vagina. Finally neither of us could take 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 yearner 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 can 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 arcminute we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a pic and she readily agreed. We saw a amorous comedy that eve and she cuddled up to my arm. But when we got home, she came up to me and gave me a mess on the cheek and told me"Goodnight Gramps ”.

The adjacent sunup we shared a breakfast time together and she said that she needed to get place 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 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 pluck start to overrun. I wiped it away with my finger as I let it linger for a second on her boldness. She moved her cheek into my caress as she said,"I will always remember 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 view around the corner. I walked back into the lonely theater and noticed my camera sitting on the tabular array future to the sofa. I picked it up and turned it on to refresh the film that I had taken. They were not there. There was not the chip 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 manse to put my tv camera away .