I had just dropped off my wife at the airport for her one-year 2 week misstep 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 heyday and her house better than most, plus she still drives into town to get her groceries and such. She is a remarkable charwoman, my mother-in-law, and I only hope that I can survive her.

On the way back home my cell phone rang and I saw that it was my magisterial girl Marty. We had just celebrated her commencement exercise from high school a couple of Day 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 mother. 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 favored grand daughter ?"

"Oh Gramps, I'm your only grand daughter,"she said for the thousandth time with a twinkle of sunshine in her vocalization."Did ya get grannie off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm fancy free and ready for the hoochy koochy daughter to fall over."

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

Marty was the only child that my own daughter 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 little thing and impertinent as a whip. She got a encyclopedism to the State University in science 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 bunk the son away with a baseball game bat nearly every Saturday Night. But as we bantered back and Forth in our teasing dialogue, she managed to ask me a serious question.

"Gramps, I was wondering, or actually my parents were wondering, if I could come to your house and spend the weekend with you. pappa has to go to this thing and Mom wants to go with him up to New House of York and they don't trust me to ride out by myself for the weekend,"she explained.

"Is it that they don't trust 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 fiddling glint in her tone.

"To answer your first question, I don't see any reasonableness that you can't stoppage over here, I'll just call up the hoochy koochy young lady and reschedule them for following weekend,"I said in my best drained pan voice.

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

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

The next break of day, I awoke, got up and took my oral contraceptive pill, showered and shaved and got quick for the arrival of my Marty. I fixed myself a cup of inst coffee and waited and then I fixed another cup and waited some more. I was on my quarter cup went I saw her pull into our driveway and I saw her battle with a suitcase as she made her way to the breast doorway. As I opened it to let her in, I commented,"Holy cow Marty, I didn't realize that I said you could propel in."

"I'm sorry I'm late,"she said out of breather,"but my dismay didn't go off and I stayed up too belated conclusion night so I, ah, overslept."

"And what about this case grammatical case wide-cut of, what, clothing I presume ?"I asked her with a twinkle in my eye.

"Oh gramps, you are such a ribbing,"she said, not realizing that my head was asked in more of a severe tone than I let on.

"Okay, you know your way back to your room."

When she came back out from our client room where Marty always stayed when she was over and asked if I was set to go out for breakfast. I made an under-the-breath commentary about it being almost time for lunch but I locked the room access behind us and we took off for my preferent diner.

On my third cup of coffee, I was about to burst so I excused myself to go to the restroom and shake off my snake but when I came back out, Marty seemed thick in thought so I asked her,"penny for your thoughts ?"

"Oh granddaddy it would consume a heck of a lot more than a penny to talk about what's on my thinker,"she said giving a slight smile.

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

She looked up into my optic and reached over the table to take my hired hand between both of hers. She smiled and said,"I know granddaddy and I love you for it,"and gave my hand a trivial squeeze with her own.

The modality was broken for the fourth dimension being anyway and we drove back to my house in secretiveness. I parked the car and walked up to the house when Marty suddenly asked me,"Gramps, can I ask you a question ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

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

"Holy Cow !"I said to total shock."Where did that seed from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the world-class clock time that I made making love to your grandma was on, oh, about our tenth date or so. We were all alone at her parent's house and we started kissing and making out and then one thing led to another and we found ourselves in her bed qualification 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 year ago and I have loved every minute of arc of it."

There a prospicient stretchiness of silence and finally I asked,"I've told you the accuracy about nanna and me, now you have to recount me what's going on that prompted that question."

"Oh, I don't know, my Daddy asked me to sign up a pledge a year ago not to deliver sex until I get matrimonial and I was just wondering if I should have signed it,"she asked with this wishful look in her eyes.

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

She thought for awhile and then she looked into my heart and confessed,"Yeah, that's about it. How did you know ? 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 grin on my face.

"But he says he loves me as a lot as I love him and he's willing to prove it to me if I'm ready 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 come dwelling and he is a virgin just like you and…"

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

I sat there in secretiveness for the recollective 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 pants and who knows what he would do after you let him. Maybe he's honest in voicing his true up dearest for you and maybe you'll get married, steady down down and take in a bunch of Thomas Kyd. But more likely, he'll tell you good bye right after he gets what he wants and you will have given him the only affair that you can only give once."

"They're all spook,"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"spook ”, I'm just a corneous old geezer,"I said with a laugh.

She came over to where I was sitting, placed her arms around my cervix 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 fondness that I felt for my grand girl for the longest time, remembering the very beginning time I held her some 17 age ago. Her fiddling scent was pushed back into her human face and her thickset Black hair stuck out all over the home. She had come out at 5 pounds 6 ounces, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my turn to hold her, she shut flop up and went to sleep. From that moment to this, we have had a certain bond that no else could ever have.

A thought suddenly came into my psyche and I acted on it before I knew what I was saying."Marty, why don't I take some painting of you, you know, real fooling type, unscripted and fun film just between you and me. What do ya'say ?"

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

I ran for my digital and slipped in a new chip to save the steward that I wanted to conserve. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the sofa in our family room with a big grin on her face. She started posing and I started snapping images of her. She would pose like a framework and then like the girl that she was, all the spell my finger was tripping the quiver of the camera.

All was going great until she took a impersonate facing the camera on all fours. She stuck her little rear end up in the air and lowered herself down on both elbows causing the cut off tee shirt to lessen away from her front exposing to the television camera, and me, her beautiful fiddling bra covered breasts. Seeing them through the purview discoverer, I stopped, looked over the camera and said,"Kidd-o, do you desire to show off everything to the tv camera like that ?"

She looked down and got a large 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 steamy you really are."

"O.K., 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 sweet innocent fiddling grand daughter is turning into a real rooster vamp"and decided to see how far it would go.

I snapped a few shots of her in this pose and, taking over the exposure shoot, directed her to lower herself down even further onto her outstretched sleeve. She willingly followed my theme as she soon opened up her full boob region to my view. I sucked in my breather as a strange little grinning came over her aspect. After getting all of the pictures that I wanted, I told her get up on her knee joint and to pull her shortcut shirt to one side and off of her shoulder and then to pull the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my instruction manual to the tee, the entire side of her breast line was for all purpose and use 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 eyes were starting to get more serious 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 undetermined mouth.

"Sit up now and overstretch your knee up to your thorax,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her arms around her genu, I went forward and positioned the leg pickle of her shorts aside to divulge the sharpness of her step-in. Marty turned a bright red but didn't movement an inch. I took respective stroke 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 affectedness that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her shortstop open with her ovolo inserted in her sky blue sky panties. I had her pull up down on the elastic to just barely over her mound as she scooted the bottom hem of her shirt up so just a hint of her bra came into view. Her construction was so aphrodisiac and sultry I almost wanted to break right field there and give 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 long time ago. What the hell am I doing ?"Suddenly I heard the words come out of my oral cavity,"Why don't you go in and change into something else. Do you induce a frock or something in that bag you brought ? Come out with something real sexy on."These words did not come out of my lip ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the elbow room where her suit display 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 grand girl to reappear from the elbow room and I was agonizing over just what she would make out up with that met the definition of"sexy ”. It only took her a few minutes to come down the Radclyffe Hall to show me what she had picked out. I took one look and gave off a slight slight groan. She was wearing a dainty small yellowish sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two trilateral covering her strawman and a full phase of the moon skirt that fell to her mid second joint. I don't know if the textile was so thin or it was my mental imagery getting the best of me but I swore I could detect two small hump show up under the bust strain 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 come to a sexy little pose. Once she stopped with her rachis to the camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the entire dress in station, dropping it down to her bicep with the fabric barely covering her breast. She got the devilish smiling on her boldness as she tucked her depressed lip under her look teeth 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 optic begged me to flick her word-painting.

I complied with her wishes by taking many pictures of her from the side, the front and the rump. I then asked her to unzip the attire. The look on her case told me that I just may get crossed the blood line but after a legal brief faltering, she did as I had asked her. I could barely mouth but I once again asked her to transfer the strap from her shoulder joint let it fall absolve down her weapon. I whispered for her to hold it in place just barely covering her nipple as I snapped the camera wildly. In that military position, it showed her bare back and top of her blue panty from the rear and virtually of her breasts from the front. The feel it her eyes was rampantly with expression as I continued to wonder just how far this would go.

I walked around to her tooshie and slowly hooked her panties with my forefinger. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to run them down about half way over her fanny cheeks. I moved away and began taking moving-picture show once again as she settled back down and the grin came back to her face. There was a slender glimpse of terror in that smile but I had the feeling that she was game for about anything.

Marty's eyes were starting to spyglass over she was so sex and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to take pictures of her in many revelatory poses but when I was standing right in front of her and I said to her,"take in your hands away from your chest and let the clothes declination to the storey,"she stopped coldness with her resistance.

"grandpa, 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 aright Kidd-o. I've got dozens of gravid moving picture here and I think we should contain 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 next to me as we both reviewed my picture taking skills. We started at the last one that I took and I heard her gasp as if someone had kicked her right in the gut."Oh my God,"she said in superfluity,"I didn't know that you could see so lots of my butt."

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

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

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

"Yeah I guess,"she said deep in thought. Finally she asked,"gramps do you still want to aim that last pose of me, you know the one where I drop the dress down to the level ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another pose that I would like to necessitate. You can sit down on the floor Red Indian style and take the straps off of your shoulders again. Now cover your panty with your wench and hold the clothes up to cover your dope. depend like you want to beleaguer the camera."

Marty's look was perfect as she struck that exact pose. Her wench was drawn up in a bunch right at her crotch and her hand held the two triangles of the dress barely covering her chest. The look on her face made me melt it was so sensual and I got wobbly legged just thinking about how sexy she looked. I snapped as many picture as I could before reluctantly allowing her to brook back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her next instructions, a worried facial expression came across her side.

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

The look did not leave her face as she bit down on her take down lip. Her hands started to slack and then fasten up on the battlefront of her wearing apparel. Her hand relaxed once again only to clinch the fabric tightly in a knot. The flavour in her optic was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to make up her mind. Then in one brief irregular of decisiveness, she closed her eye and let the dress fell all of the way down her body and gathering at her base. I looked up at her red side and her middle were tightly closed.

I tried to pass off normally but the ken of my grand daughter standing before me in just her sky spicy panties had taken away my ability to function properly. I stood there completely in awe at the sight of her lulu and her foxiness to share it with me. I had to force my seeing to focus on the effigy of this goddess as the picture finally started to look and a svelte moan escaped out of my mouth.

Her tender right wing hand was covering her lead breast and her forearm was resting on the right. Her eyes were still closed and a slight grimace of being uncomfortable was on her face. Her cheeks were crimson and her neck opening was red but the residual of her young trunk stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her bring down pot gave way to a tight little abdominal cavity as my eyes passed down over her curves. Her blue panties exposed the image of her sloshed bout hammock and I detected just a suggestion of the dimpled effect of her pubic hair pushing its way up to meet the fabric. Her glorious wooden leg were tightly clamped together in an effort to protect against any possibly of picture of her mound but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her eyes but the look that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to have the lense the sultriest feeling that she could manage as I began snapping the shutter of the camera. She opened her eyes and the look was amazingly sexy. She dropped her left manus to her tummy and crossed her forget knee joint over the former. I captured her look-alike in the picture and my heart skipped a beat.

"Move your left paw down and hook your panties with your thumb,"I commanded with the huskiest voice. She complied with my request."bear on it down off of your hip. down in the mouth. Even depleted yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the elastic on the initiative of the leg at a point where just a hint of her pubic hair was showing. She never moved her stare from my centre during the operating instructions but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking scene, my heart was in my throat with excitement. My leg were trembling as I was trying to keep the camera in focus and was definitely beaming that I had it on auto.

"Turn a little to the rightfulness,"I commanded."Now to the left field. Now turn around and attend over your shoulder at me. make me that sexy look again."

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

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

She looked relieved but did not impress an inch."I have one more pose if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and play your knees up to our pectus. I want you to clasp your articulatio genus with your arm so that your breasts are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her left arm for support and the correctly 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 knees, she got this sexy look back again and I started taking exposure as fast as I could. I got down in front of her a mere two invertebrate foot away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right and then to the left wing to retrieve the absolute best angle for the guesswork I wanted. Then I saw it right in front man of me.

I was off to the left just a trivial and I had just the right angle that I saw her centre looking longingly at the camera and a little trivial sky blue puffy grinder sticking out between her two thighs. I almost lost my composure when I snapped the picture show. It was the everlasting way to end the photo shoot so I sat the camera aside, looked longingly into my grand daughter's loving eyes and moved forward to collapse her a little kiss of appreciation.

As I pressed my lips tenderly against hers, I couldn't assist myself. I reached down with my finger tip and slightly caressed the pocket-sized fiddling drab spot that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a pleading tone but said aught. She continued to expect into my optic as I smiled a surefooted smile and repeated my caress. She took in a shrewd breath of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my digit along the sky blue binding of her pleasure zone as I continued to snog her mouth. She responded with an urgent cry of desire and a forceful possibility of her mouth. Feeling her spring in to my kiss, I pressed even more into her diffused wetness and moved my finger in between her lower lips. Her osculation became avaricious and her pegleg slowly skid apart so my deal could totally comprehend her sky dispirited panties. As I pressed my palm into its gentleness, her legs slipped downward exposing her bare little breasts to me for the initiative time.

I pressed her backward with my kiss as she lay back on the base with my other hand behind her to dedicate her the support. As her head met the rug she opened her eyes and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the svelte grinning. Her look did not change as I looked down at her breasts. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not agnize just how sodding they were. My eyes consumed them in their unfitness and their perfection and I got an unmanageable urge to put my rim down upon them. As I lowered my principal, I noticed that she had closed her eyes once again.

Her tight picayune rap areolas were all shriveled up and sticking straight up in the air. On top of them were the two cutest little pebble sized nipples just waiting to be suckled and when my mouth encompassed first one and then the other, she let out the garish moan that I have ever heard.

My hand was busily giving her joy 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 hip every meter I bumped into it and I was bumping into it as often as I could.

I suddenly placed my paw at the waist band of her sky blue panties and started to bid it inward when she cried out,"Oh grandad, please don't, not in there,"but it was too late. I rested my touching on her wet hairy mound and my digit went directly up to meet her clit. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to greet her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my handwriting and sucking the life-time into her nipples as I lost all control over my judgement and senses. My fist was between her pegleg pushing her scanty down over her hips and exposed my caressing hand to the light of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her legs and threw them to the side. Now she was totally naked and her legs were blanket apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing heart opened panoptic with luxuria. Her face was like a crazed cleaning woman who knew what she wanted and how to convey it. She looked deep into my own vault of heaven and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my trousers. She had them open in a flash and was pulling my rock 'n' roll hard rod out of them with the harshness of the pauperism that she must give been feeling. Then, laying it flat on my stomach, she placed it in between her two rim and started to rock herself into a frenzy.

She was sitting up with her hands on my thigh, rocking and grinding her herself into my cock. She had her eyes closed and her head back as the unknown auditory sensation started emanating out of her mouthpiece. As she continued to travail, she started to clinch her teeth and then she stared down into my eyes. What I saw was pure luxuria, pain and simple and she had the look of a do-or-die dear crazed young woman.

I felt her succus from her minuscule incision as she slid my cock up to fulfill her clitoris. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with prevision. Then she rose up on her human knee and took my rod in her fist. She started to post it directly under her opening move. A look of repulsion must have crossed my nerve because in her lustfulness, she smiled and told me,"I want this Gramps !"

Both of my helping hand were on her pelvis and they came upon a strange feeling band aide patch. My pattern were trying to decipher what they was feeling when she smiled down at me and said,"I've been on the speckle for a patch,"and started to ease herself down on my stiff rod. I saw her eye roll back into her head as it slowly started to stretch it way into her untested vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the tightness began to become so intense that we were each starting to feel uncomfortable. But when I hit her barrier, I could tell that her discomfort was almost more than she could bear. Her eyes were still closed and her sass hung clear as she began to frantically heave through her sass. Then, taking in a full breath of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a plunge and let out a shrieking as it broke through the membrane and she became a woman.

"Oh God it stings !"she whimpered as she came to rest for a moment. I looked into to closed eyes at the painful sensation that she felt but slowly began to push it further into her. She gasped as it bottomed out and for the first fourth dimension she opened her eyes and gave me a slight smile. The look in her eyes was one of determination as she started to shake upon my rod resting thick inside of her womb. She closed her middle once again and a howling smell of expiation came over her entire face.

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

I began to lift my hip joint up off of the level to meet her every poke and her needs were growing more than ever. I was straining to support my detonation back as long as I could when I felt her walls cramp down on my cock and I knew she was about to misplace it. She was not breathing and her musculus started to constrain up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a second base as if she was letting it build. Then she opened her backtalk 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 typeface was contorted beyond recondition and her breaths came in jagged pant of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying cock, milking every cliff out of it with her sozzled little vagina. Finally neither of us could take it any promote 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 recollective than my Marty's. When I awoke, I awoke alone. I heard the shower running for a mo 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 bath myself.

In about 30 arcminute we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a motion-picture show and she readily agreed. We saw a romantic funniness that eventide and she cuddled up to my arm. But when we got domicile, she came up to me and gave me a peck on the cheek and told me"Goodnight grandfather ”.

The next morning we shared a breakfast sentence together and she said that she needed to get home 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 strong smile on her face.

"Gramps, I want to thank you for, ah, well for everything. I learned so a good deal this weekend that I know I will use the rest of my life."

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

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

I watched as she drove down the street and out of purview around the corner. I walked back into the lonely business firm and noticed my camera sitting on the table future to the lounge. I picked it up and turned it on to review the pictures that I had taken. They were not there. There was not the chip 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 residence hall to put my tv camera away .