Hi, my name is Skyler. I am nineteen years old and in love with my grandfather. Mom and I have lived with Grandpa since Grandma died ten years ago. Grandpa John loves his cars. He has always had fast, sleek, beautiful cars of all kinds.
Living out in the sticks, there was nothing better to do, so I hung out with Grandpa. He taught me about cars and tools. In high school, I was very popular with the boys because I knew my way around a car. I went to tech school and graduated at the top of my class in automobile technologies.
I’m now a manager for a national auto parts supply chain. Guys love that I know what I’m talking about. Many are surprised to learn of my extensive knowledge.
I still help Grandpa John work on his cars. Anyhow, this is where the story takes on a new twist. I have always loved Grandpa. He is my hero and adoptive dad. More than once, while walking into the garage, I found him on a creeper under one of his beloved cars.
Nothing unusual in and of itself, but Grandpa often does not wear underwear, and the pant legs of his shorts give a clear view of his large, limp penis and hairy nut sack. On these occasions, I would stand there and talk to Grandpa as I stared at his junk.
I’m no virgin; as one might imagine, my popularity also got me additional interest from the young men in the area. I lost my virginity shortly after my eighteenth birthday at a barn party. I’m not a slut; I’ve only been sexually involved with two guys.
Anyhow, staring at Grandpa’s junk was stirring things up between my legs. I wanted so much to reach down and cup his cock and nuts in my hand. I wanted to express my love by giving him some sexual relief. I know Grandpa has seen a few women since Grandma died, but I’m sure he hasn’t been laid much.
Since the first time I saw his junk, I made it a point to go into the garage in hopes of staring at his package again and again. Afterward, I would go into the house to my room and rub my clitoris until I creamed my panties.
Casually, a little at a time, I would wear dresses or skirts and get close enough for Grandpa to see up them when he would come out from under his cars. Low-cut tops would catch his eye as I leaned over to give him a wrench or other tools.
Yes, I would cocktease him, as the other guys would say. Boy, did it work! I noticed the tenting of his shorts whenever he got a good eyeful of Emek Escort me. I would act as if I did not notice, but my twat would heat up and itch for relief.
I started wearing shorts with no underwear. That really got to Grandpa. He would casually ask me to help him under the car and then find an excuse to get out from under it. I would play along, and once he was out from under the car, I would spread my legs enough to allow him an unobstructed view of my lady parts.
That would do it. That would bring his cock to full attention, as if it were a soldier saluting me. I was careful not to let him know that I was aware of his situation. Gawd, many times I just wanted to take his fly down and play with his cock until it exploded in my hands.
I dreamed of licking and sucking his cock while I fingered my cunt. I even dreamed of climbing on his lap and settling on his cock as it pushed into my twat. Lately, I have been obsessed with these taboo thoughts. The very nature of social taboos makes those thoughts that much more exciting.
One day, I came home early and parked my car out by the pole barn. I went in and found that Grandpa wasn’t there. I headed to the house. Once inside, I heard moaning. Scared, I moved toward the noise, and then I heard Mom. Mom was moaning too. I heard her tell Grandpa, “Yes, like that, harder.”
I froze, listening to both of them. Then I crept up to Grandpa’s bedroom, where the door was ajar. Inside, on the bed, were Mom and Grandpa. They were both naked, and Grandpa was busy plunging in and out of my mom’s twat.
My grandpa was fucking my mom! His daughter! He was pounding her twat like a jackhammer pounding concrete. She was grunting and moaning with her legs wrapped around his torso, and I could clearly see his hard cock plundering my mother’s twat.
Mom rolled Grandpa over and straddled him. She reached down and centered his hard cock on her twat, lowering herself on it as he lifted his ass, plunging into her depths. My mind went into sexual overload. I shoved my hand into my crotch and rubbed my twat.
Fuck! My mother is boning my grandfather. Neither one of them was aware of my presence. Neither were aware of my overheated cunt being fingered by my own hand as I watched their sexual pleasure play out.
Mom then blurted out, “Yes, Dad, fill me up.” “Fill your daughter with your cum.”
I stood Emek Escort Bayan there in shock as I witnessed my grandfather dumping his sperm into my mother’s receptive, willing cunt. Then I heard Mom say, “We’ve got to get dressed, Dad.” “Skyler will be home soon.”
I snapped back to reality, pulled my wet fingers out of my equally wet gash, and slipped down the hall and out to the pole barn. My mind was numb. Did I really witness my grandfather fucking his own daughter? My legs trembled, and my twat itched with excitement.
It was difficult to look at Mom and Grandpa that night. It was difficult to look at either of them for the next few days without me reliving the scene of Mom on her back with her legs spread wide as Grandpa pushed his cock in and pulled out at a pace that could only be described as erotic and mind-numbing.
I would think of his cock swollen and stiff as he fucked my mother’s upturned horny wet twat. I found myself constantly finding solace in my bedroom or on the toilet, masturbating my hot cunt.
When Grandpa asked me what was troubling me, I said nothing. When he was on his creeper under his truck, I stared at his limp cock and imagined it stiff, erect, and plunging into my horny cunt. I was going mad with incestuous lust for my grandfather.
Grandpa and Mom played their roles well. They put on an Academy Award-winning facade of normalcy. It both angers and hurts me. I don’t know why, but I feel so close to my grandpa. More than just grandparent-grandchild closeness.
I can’t explain it. I feel like there is more to our family. I was told my father took off, leaving mom to raise me with the help of my grandfather. Mom doesn’t even have a picture of my father. Every time I bring it up, she simply tells me I’m better off not knowing.
That is why I think I’m so close to Grandpa.
I know Grandpa sneaks a glance at me. I know he likes to look down my blouses and up my shorts or skirts. That’s why I started going around the house without panties. I figure, why not? I’ll give him an eyeful.
I also started going braless when my mom was not around. Grandpa noticed and said, “Skyler, your mom will blow a gasket if she sees you parading around with no bra on. I think he purposely left out the no panties part. I’m sure from his body language that he loves checking out my pussy.
Well, I looked at him and Escort Emek replied, “Oh, Grandpa, after a while, they feel constrictive, and I like the relief of not wearing one all the time.”
Yeah, I’m purposely setting him up to stare at my nakedness, even if I’m not really naked. I’ve seen him check out other girls while we were in town on various occasions. Some might call him a dirty old man, but I like that he still has a normal sexual drive. It makes him seem younger.
Grandpa replied, “Be careful, sweetheart.” “Don’t let your mom see you parading around here with no bra.”
“I’ll be careful, Grandpa.”
I turned and walked away, exaggerating my gate. Men love when a girl’s ass has a swing. I heard Grandpa say it to Bob once. He said, “A swing like that should be on a front porch.” I didn’t get it at first, but Bob’s son enlightened me on the quote.
It is an old male chauvinistic statement. I don’t care. I know he watched my tight young ass sway all the way out of the garage. I smiled all the way to my bedroom, where I closed my door but left it ajar as I peeled off my blouse and shorts.
Then I flopped on my bed and squeezed my boobs with one hand while burying the other between my legs. Maybe Grandpa will come by and see my masturbation show. I’m sure I’ll give him some major wood.
I pleased myself and dozed off. Later, I woke up and thought I saw a shadow cross the light coming in from the hallway. I went to my door, but no one was in the hallway. I must have been seeing things. I got dressed, went into the living room, and watched TV.
Gawd, I’m so fucking horny I’m thinking about going out and letting a group of bikers fuck me until I bleed to death. I wouldn’t; I’m too chicken shit to even go near a biker bar. Besides, I’m not a slut.
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