Mistress to Grandfather Ch. 04

I remember sleeping off with my grandfather spooning me, his large hand on a waist, then breast as he strummed my nipple, and his slow licks on my neck putting me to sleep like a lullaby. The next morning I awoke to find nobody next to me, curtains drawn against the sun leaving the room in a dark, cave-like atmosphere. I blushed remembering the previous night and looked for my clothes, then remembered that they'd been shredded. And my gown was still downstairs.

I wasn't sure how I was going to leave the room naked but popped into the shower to wash up before thinking about it. In the mirror, I saw the indentations and love bites my lover had managed to mark me with and I blushed remembering the circumstances of those marks. Drying myself down, I figured I'd wrap the towel around me to cover myself as I padded down to my room or wherever my grandfather-lover was.

As I emerged from the bathroom, I noticed something I hadn't before, a jewellery box with a single rose on it on the table to the right. A note lay beneath:

'Wear this and keep the rose. – Grandpa'

I opened the box and in it found the most exquisite ruby necklace I had ever seen. The door clicked open and I turned around to see my sexy grandfather standing there in a T-shirt and jeans, smiling warmly but also with a whole plethora of meanings in his eyes.

"It's for the gift you gave me last night."

I blushed again, recalling in graphic detail much of what happened,

"Thank you grandpa but there was no need. It was given freely."

Ambling towards me, he smirked, "Oh I know only too well. The flush on your skin is very becoming I must say. Just like other parts of you." I reddened further at his comment, I knew he was a good flirt but hadn't seen this seductive side of him before to know just how good. He turned me around and reached for the necklace.

"Allow me."

I nodded dumbly, letting him gather my long hair to one side and clasp the necklace. Then he bent down and started planting kisses on my neck, reaching in front and yanking the towel off me.

"You won't be needing this."

My arms instinctively went to my chest protectively. In the light of day and without the courage of wine, I was a lot more diffident about my body.

"Such innocence," came my grandfather's amused drawl as he pushed me forward against the table and unzipped his jeans.

I knew what was coming almost before it came, his hard cock ramming into my pussy from behind. I had started getting wet the moment I saw him and the pressure of his penis as it steadily entered and exited my still-tender pussy had me rolling my eyes as I put all my weight on the table, grandpa's capable hands plucking my nipples and stroking my belly.

"Happy...unh...birthday...unh...Abby." He managed, as he kept up an easy rhythm, nothing like the frenetic mating last night. I arched back as I came, erupting with a low scream, and he caught me as he too exploded. His hands moved all over me and I knew what I wanted to do next.

I turned around and fell to my knees, looking up at him with a knowing half-smile. Holding his cock, I started playing with it, "Oh grandpa, what a big cock you have." I said in my best little-girl voice as I caressed his root with purposeful, strong motions of my small hand.

I kept fondling him till I knew he couldn't take it any more. The sight of his granddaughter, just out of adolescence, bending down to service him seemed too much for him as it was. I felt powerful again, the combination of my strawberry skin, pomegranate breasts and honeypot having a heady effect on him already, as I rubbed his penis with the serenity of a courtesan.

For an inexperienced girl, I learnt fast and I could see, from the way he held his hips tight and the manner in which his eyes drooped down with pleasure, that my grandfather was ecstatic that he had discovered not just a tasty morsel but a gourmet.

"I can't wait to taste you now."

He caught his breath, surprised and voracious as he ran his hands through my hair, disbelieving that I was going to take him in my mouth. He reached down and took off his T-shirt so I could see his gorgeous manly chest as I went to work on his manhood. Licking his balls slowly, I ran my tongue across his scrotum, my tiny pink tongue running amok on his cock.

I heard him curse, then took all of him in my mouth as his hand in my hair tightened. Moaning sexily, I suckled him nice and good, my small mouth bulging with the contents of his penis as I insatiably wrung him out, sucking and drinking in his squirts, pumping and pressing. For a good five minutes, gazing into his sex-maddened eyes devoid of control and full of lust, I gave him the blowjob of his life, before he finally let go of of my hair and roared,

"Enough!"

Pulling me up by the shoulders, he picked me up and pinning me against a wall, impaled me on his cock, a stream of spunk gushing forth into my belly. My arms clutching his neck, my legs automatically went around his waist and I milked him, moving up and down of my own accord, untutored but clearly good at this, wailing nonstop and breathlessly as his seed took root in my womb.

His grey hair fell forward to my breasts and I felt the day worth of his stubble abrade my skin in a delightfully sensual way. He rubbed my ass as I rode him, refusing to tire as he managed both my weight and his own. I marveled at his strength, feeling the muscles on his arms as he came in me and crying out when he nipped my breast a bit too hard. Not that I minded, orgasming at the same time. He looked up, I sighed, running my tongue over my full lips lasciviously before sensuously biting the bottom one, and bounced mischievously, my breasts jiggling in his face,

"My stallion. You're so tough. I love it when you mean business."

He grinned, sucking my earlobe, "And I love the way you respond, little one. So loud and helpless and uninhibited. And rosily naked. These curves..." he groaned, "a man could die gorging on you." Setting me down, he kissed me for a while. Then his eyes lit up again,

"Let me return the favour, kitten."

He got down on his knees and reached for the rose. At first I couldn't figure out what he planned to do but when he pried my thighs open and put one leg on his shoulder, I could hazard a pretty good guess. Plying the rose between my legs, he made go crazy, pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts as the rose petals tickled my pussy lips.

"A rosebud for a rosebud...these petals are as fine as yours."

The subtle sensation of the papery flower against my clit and cunt was incredible, setting off all sorts of sensations in places I didn't even know existed. When some time later, grandpa removed the rose wet with my cuntjuice and replaced it with his tongue and teeth, I started babbling like a madwoman,

"Unh..yes grandpa, more, more...ahhh suck me, bite me, oh eat me...make me your woman mmmm...."

I gasped as his stubble prickled my inner thighs reminding me how much of a man he was and how much of a woman I was, his teeth scraping my clit ever-so-gently as his tongue rolled into a cylindrical pleasure-tool that salved the momentary grazes. This man should give workshops I thought, tugging his silver hair hard enough to pull it off. Even at 70, he could give a woman such intense oral pleasure it wasn't a small matter.

"Little one, you are spicier than a curry, so flavourful I could eat you all day."

Giving a final kiss to my clit, he withdrew as my legs threatened to collapse. Sweeping my hair away from my perspiring neck, I asked, "Speaking of eating, I haven't had anything since last night. Should we go downstairs?"

Eyes darkening, grandpa got up and put on his jeans, then helped me up, "Yes let's."

Then he handed me my strappy heels, "Wear these. Only these." He smirked, "And my scent of course."

A thrill ran through me at the possessiveness he displayed and I ran my hands up his chest, "You want me to go down naked wearing these?"

He nodded, fingering the necklace, "And this."

I felt so decadent walking down in just heels and what was essentially a bejeweled collar, grandpa's hand on my ass as a sign of ownership, my breasts proudly jutting forward as my pussy hair glistening with juice and saliva. In the kitchen, I expected to find breakfast. Instead, grandpa had cleared the table and I thought I knew why. He was so horny, my knees almost buckled. I ran a finger down to his belly innocently,

"I thought you were sated, grandpa."

He didn't bother answering, simply picked me up and placed me on the table, my legs dangling. Picking up a bowl of whipped cream from atop the fridge, he moved towards me. An errant thrill coursed through me, the knowledge that he would not be denied and that I alone was the dessert he craved had me dying to fuck him senseless.

After painting my lips, neck, breasts, anointing my nipples, drenching my pussy and coating my thighs, grandpa attacked me like a famished dog, holding me down, sniffing my armpits and cunt, panting with his tongue out as he laved my porcelain skin clean and biting my ample assets as if I were a bone.

I think the neighbours would have heard my screams and sobs of passion if we hadn't been down in the kitchen. By the time he was done with me, I was only too happy to lay back and have him plough me like a field, my cries subsiding to the whimpers and mews of a well-pleasured lady whose man has left no stone unturned to keep her satisfied.

Later I laughingly tried to crawl away, when driven to distraction by my "gorgeous creamy ass", he mounted me from behind as if I were his bitch, licking me clean afterwards with the help of more whipped cream because of my "mouthwatering muffin". Then we showered together and had more hot forbidden sex, my nubile young body used in every way by a man who had been on the planet for more than three-quarters of a century.

Our incestuous coupling made both grandpa and me hotter than anything we had ever experienced and encouraged us to push our boundaries. We had sex all the time in various positions all over the house and involving roleplaying (my favourite was the sheikh fantasy in which grandpa rent a sinfully sexy harem costume) until finally, the next fortnight, I missed my period. I haven't left the house since my birthday.

Now I am pregnant with my grandfather's son, belly swollen and breasts huge, to the delight of grandfather. Our baby will be both my son and father! I plan to go back to school once he is born but looks like my relationship with my grandpa-lover is for keeps.