Desi and Grandad

"Hi, gramps, I need to use up a piss and sate my piss bottleful before I get started.

Gas is wide-cut & I put new blades on her this morning.

Probably take about an time of day & a half to two hours to get it all mowed.

You do n't mind that I brought my fat ol'wife to advert out with you while I knock this two demesne out, do you ?"

Andy is my grandson & he 's been married to Desiree for nearly three years.

She absolutely looks radiant with her pregnant belly pushing out from her svelte figure.

I could severalize by the way she rolled her eyes that it was n't the first fourth dimension she 'd heard the 'fat ol'married woman'remark.

"Well, bud, I guess I can put up with her for that long.

This place can always use a fair sex 's touch ; you know, sweeping, swabbing, dusting, cooking.

'Spose she can handle all that in just a couple hours ?"

Desi shook her finger at me and gave me a immense hug, pressing her firm tits into my chest a little punishing than usual.

She took Andy 's water bottleful and filled it while he was in the bathroom.

After a flying kiss and a swat to his butt, he was out the door.

Desi and I stood on the deck and watched him drive his lawn tractor to the far incline of my low acreage ; he was right, it usually did take him close to two hours to do the job ... how would I entertain Desi that long ?

"wellspring, love, the remote control for the TV is on the coffee berry table ; find whatever you want.

I was in the midriff of washing up yesterday 's dish, then I 'll put a incumbrance of wash in the washing machine ; I need some clean dungaree, that 's why I 'm still in my pj bottoms.

There 's cold pee, Cokes and DP in the fridge if you 're thirsty."

"I 'll dry the dishes as you wash, Grandad. We can knock 'em out pretty quick that way ; okay ?"

Was she kidding me ? Of course of instruction it would be okay.

Those Daisy Duke short short, T-shirt and long peg could stay on as long as she liked.

As she dried the dishes, there were several times she raised her shirt and rubbed her baby bump.

Yeah ... I did observance that the top of those jean short was unfastened and the zip was out-of-doors about half way.

I had to face the sink as much as possible to shroud my rising hard on.

"You 're bang-up granddaughter is beginning to determine all about soccer ; she 's been kicking a lot today.

Ooooo ... that was a good one ; you want to feel ?"

I pulled the conversation stopper from the drainage and dried my hands on the t-towel,"I trusted do ; that girl and I are gon na be the best buddies in the country."

I dropped all the way to my genu as Desi raised her shirt.

Needless to say, I was shocked, but very pleased to see her lift it all the way over her highschool, unwaveringly titty.

When I cocked my head to the side, raised my brow and said,"Nice,"she acknowledged my admiration with a pat on the point and said,"Kiss her ; she already loves her Grandad."

The sight of pubic hair sticking out of the top of her half-open zip fastener caused my putz to hit replete hardness. I glanced up at Desi 's aspect and saw her smile.

Her hand slid the zipper all the way down,"Kiss anything you want, grandfather, Andy wo n't extend to me and I 've been so bed horny the last month.

He thinks he 'll pain the baby if we fuck, so the only sex we have is when I give him a blo ... Oh God !."

It did n't necessitate me More than a second to get the hint.

Her sentence was cut short-change when my glossa slid upward, across the top of her slit.

She let the shorts fall completely to the floor and slid one foot outward, about two groundwork, allowing full phase of the moon access to her pleasantness ... and she was so, fucking, sweet.

"Oh my God, yes,"she squealed,"please eat me, please jazz me. Please, please.. Oh, screw, that feels so good."

The inadequate girl had been so deprived of sex lately, that she jerked my head into her scrub as she hit an climax ... standing in the kitchen.

I grabbed her shorts off the story and, quickly, led her through my bedroom door,"Get naked, smasher, I have a lot more for you.

Just facilitate me listen for Andy 's lawn mower, in instance he comes to the household for something.

Within endorsement, Desi 's legs were in the air and my face was right back where she wanted it. I 'm not sure how many times I made her cum, or how longsighted she was in a constant United States Department of State of orgasm, but we both were ready for a break when we heard the lawn mower 's engine coming closer.

"Quick, get your clothes and go in the bathroom.

I 'll stall him for a few minutes while you get dressed."

It only took 2 seconds for me to jerk my pj bottoms back on and step into the kitchen.

I just finished wiping pussy juice off my brass, at the kitchen sink, when Andy walked in.

"One of my fuckin'tyre is gong flavourless, Grandad, do you birth a can of Fix-a-Flat ?"

"Naw, but I have a stop up kit. Find where it 's leaking while I get it from the garage ; I think Desi 's in the lav, I heard the room access a few minutes ago."

Both of them were standing beside the mower when I brought the plug kit.

Within a couple proceedings, we had the flatbed fixed and aired up,"Did Desi tell you what I offered ?

I want to put her to work for two or three 24-hour interval a workweek ; probably three or four hour each day.

She knocked out my dirty dishes and loaded the washer a lot quicker than I can.

Your nan was always a lot more efficient than I am ... dead reckoning it 's a woman thing.

Anyway, if she wants to do it, I 'll pay her unspoilt than any maiden I can find around here."

"Sure, if she wants to do it. The special money will help oneself, with the baby on the way."

Desi kissed her married man on the buttock and told him,"Thank you, Honey."

The mower was n't fifteen feet away when she turned to me and said,"C'mon, lover, let 's fuck."

We did ... and I ate her to two more orgasms ... and we fucked again.

We laid side by side of meat for about 20 minute, discussing our new 'business'arrangement.

"I want you to be intimate I would have sex with you for nothing. You do n't receive to pay me ; but I guess I would now be considered a whore, anyway."

"Just think of yourself as horny, not a fancy woman.

Besides, I 'll be paying you for the work you do ; not the sex.

I may require you to displume the bed covering back before we fuck.

You may cause to wash the sheets.

I 'm sure as shooting the shower will require to be rinsed down once we clean up.

See ? ? I 'll be having you work your smashed little ass off.

speechmaking of ass, do you march fuck ?"

"Yes, I like it a lot."

"Let me get my ol'close cock heart and get this affair really hard, then I 'll happily reach it a shot."



No, I do n't feel bad about the occasion I 've been having with my grandson 's wife for the last six years ; nor do I feel bad about Desi cheating on my grandson, two or three sentence a workweek during that time.

My great-grandkids are beautiful, awesome daughter.

Yes, that is plural.. they now have three female child and the one thing I do feel bad about is ... the eye one looks so much like me, she could, in fact, be mine ... yes, Millie probably is mine.

Lillian could be, also, since I was getting to a greater extent of Desi 's pussy at the metre than Andy was getting.

Scarlett, the get-go and quondam, is now the smart kid in kindergarten.

I 'm 61 now, Desi is 28 and still hot as hell.

She tells me that I 'm the only 'other'cock she getting, but that 's the Sami claim I would make, too.

Thankfully, with the help of tadalafil and that damn skillful peter pump, we still have sex as often as possible .