Mistress to Grandfather Ch. 06

I was admiring myself in the mirror, naked and tanned, smoothing my hands down my flat abdomen inside which lay the fruit of my coupling with my randy 70-year-old grandfather. The muscles on my slender stomach were taut and firm yet, readying to swell in the next couple of months as my womb announced the arrival of our child. My body was still as stunning as it had been that night a few weeks ago when my grandfather made me a woman, and he never tired of telling me that as he paid attention to each and every inch of me. I had just taken the pregnancy tests that confirmed what I had suspected for a while now. I wanted to surprise my lover with this information, and was imagining ways in which to do so. I plumped my round breasts and held them out towards my reflection, wondering whether they had always been this huge or whether I was allowing my knowledge to influence my judgement. They were balanced out by my tight, heart-shaped ass gliding down into long, slim legs crowned by a thatch of hair that grandpa loved burying his face and cock in. I smirked as I rouged my cheeks and lined my eyes with kohl, deciding to greet him as a harem girl does her sultan. The low-cut lace bandeau and transparent harem skirt he had bought me from the negligee boutique came to mind.

*

When I entered my mansion, loosening my tie and anticipating the night of passion I would enjoy with my gorgeous 20-year-old vixen, the first thing I noticed was how quiet it was. Usually, the servants would flurry about, eager to please me but tonight they seemed to have gone to bed early. The smell of ittar hung in the air as I walked towards the staircase towards the bedroom from which it wafted. My cock was already hardening as I imagined Abby's beautiful, aerobic body spread out on my bed, her milky skin glistening with scented oils, her long, cloudy hair allowing those sweet, sweet rotund tits of hers to play peek-a-boo, that erotic punctuation of a navel in her soft, flat stomach, that divine pussy of hers that had me enslaved...I almost growled with lust. Even at 70, my ardour for luscious young women hadn't cooled, my penis threatening to burst out of my trousers as lurid images of Ally at my sexual mercy bombarded my mind. Even though many men my age needed help in the form of Viagra or other medical interventions, my cock retained its youthful vigour as I pounded into girls fifty years my junior. I desperately wanted Abby to become pregnant, to mother my children, to stay naked in my bed each night as I took her in all the ways a man could take a woman. She was my granddaughter, and yet there was nothing I could think about except ploughing her long and hard, as I had all these weeks. I knew incest was wrong, but when two bodies are drawn to each other like magnets, there had to be something right about that union. At least, that's how I rationalised it...whichever brain cells weren't devoted to thinking about her satiny mouth enveloping my root.

I had reached the hallway and there...standing in the doorway like a houri tempting sinners, stood my baby concubine. As my eyes travelled the length of her enticing form, I could feel my cock preparing to launch itself into her moist, warm hole. She giggled, sweeping back her long hair to reveal her cleavage, two perfect pouches cuddling each other inside her sequined, strapless bra. Her tongue moistened her dark plump lips as if rehearsing and a long finger moved down her lovely white throat past those twin fruits I was dying to bite into, to that expanse of naked skin on her perfect waist, her belly button from which I wanted to taste her, drifting down to the vee just visible through the diaphanous material of her flowing garment slit up to her slim thighs and tantalizingly shielding that juicy pussy I couldn't wait to lick and enter. Glancing down I saw that bejewelled heels held up her toned ass for my taking.

"Welcome back my sultan." She whispered throatily, smiling like a courtesan does at a king. She liked role-playing did she? As she raised one leg and brought it to rest against the opposite door jamb, offering me the full view of one naked leg right up to her ripe thighs, I found my mouth overflowing with saliva. Unable to speak, I shrugged off my coat and moved to skim her thigh with the back of my fingers. Coquettishly, her kohl-rimmed eyes looking up at me, she bit her lip and yanked me forward by my tie to thrust her tongue inside my mouth. Then, when I moved my calloused hands to her tiny waist, she pushed me back and beckoned me indoors with her finger. Slamming the door shut behind me with my foot, I entered.

*

The moment he set eyes on me, I could see that Grandpa Jack's cock would explode if he didn't have me. As soon as he came inside, I knew he wanted to pounce on me. The old lips smacking each other, the gnarled hands reaching out for me, the aging eyes almost popping out of their sockets seeing a barely-legal female body dressed to be undressed...he wanted to rip off my costume and eat me right there. With or without my consent.

"I have a surprise for you Grandpa. Please stay put." I walked up to him and removed his tie, naughtily rubbing my boobs against his chest, "And don't touch me till it's over."

I switched on the music and slowly began to gyrate, keeping my eyes fixed on him. Drawing attention to my ample bosom and pert bottom, I swiveled my tight waist and exhibited the delights of my body to him in time to the music, used by Arab tribal nautch girls to arouse the desires of royal men. Not that Grandpa needed any more arousing. I could practically see his cock through his placket. I wanted to perform this little number for him before telling him about his baby in my belly because I wanted him to be able to appreciate what I wouldn't be able to do once I started growing. Grinding on the carpet so that my breasts undulated and curving my back on my knees to reveal my navel, I rolled around artistically on the floor to mimic the act of a heated mating all the while looking at him. Wetting a finger, I let it wander all over my skin, finally entering my hot little cunt as I imitated the act of masturbating. Turning over, I raised my butt like a she-animal wanting the male to penetrate her from behind and wiggled it slowly. Grandpa Jack looked like his balls would detonate and his mouth deluge him in saliva. It was a wonder he hadn't touched me this far. Finally, I sat on my ass and began crossing my legs to and fro, teasing him with a glimpse of my naked pussy, which had already begun releasing its scent along with my precum. I was waiting to see how long it would be before my fifty-year-older lover gave in. This was the moment.

*

"You little tease..." the voice coming out of my mouth was not mine, but a deeper, more animalistic version. My minx of a granddaughter was resting on the floor before me, supported by her palms as she allowed me glimpses of her dripping cunt, the smell of which I would sniff out a mile away. Although she had asked me to not touch her till the surprise was over (and what a surprise!), I knew I couldn't take it any more. I was delirious with lust. Enough with her games! It was probably just another of her attempts to drive me mad. Well, I'd show her who was in charge, and have fun at it. I started walking over to her,

"That lingerie makes you look so sexy I want to rip it off you."

She smiled, moving back on her derriere as I advanced, "What's stopping you Grandpa?"

Crazed with hunger, I dropped to my knees and started crawling towards her, my tongue hanging out as I drooled staring at that tight little pussy of hers. Coming up against the wall, she thrust her stiletto towards my face and gently placing the heel on my nose, pushed me back,

"I want you to describe what you'll do to me, Grandpa. All of it."

"I'm in no mood for games Abby. You don't want to test me right now." I grabbed her foot and mouthed her ankle.

She gasped playfully, "I have a secret..."

Trailing my tongue up to her thigh, I inhaled her pussy's scent signaling how ready she was for me. As my teeth sank into her flesh, her hands fisted in my hair and she pulled my face up, "I'm pregnant, Jack."

My little granddaughter was going to be a mommy! And I was the daddy! I couldn't believe it was happening so fast. She was more fertile than I had expected. I pulled her down into a prone position by her waist and began planting long, lingering kisses on that delicate belly, shimmering with oil.

"Ohhhh grandpa, mmmmhhh..."

Suckling her navel till she ground my head into it all the while draping her legs around my shoulders, I lavished attention on the womb that would soon become big with my seed.

*

"Jack you're such an animal..." I moaned sultrily as his expert tongue and lips went to work on my sensitive stomach. I gripped his hair as he moved up to my breasts and buried his face between them.

"Mmhh...my sexpot...I could feast on these mangoes all day..."

Giggling, I pushed him off myself and rolled him onto his back,

"The best way to eat mangoes is right off a branch Grandpa."

Straddling him, I unbuttoned and removed his shirt as he pumped my fruit and nipped my neck roughly. Skimming my hands all over his greying chest, I licked his nipples until he pulled back my hair and started tearing off my bandeau. I stalled him with a kiss, then pushing back onto the floor, grinned naughtily,

"Would you like this to come off. Grandpa? Do you want to eat my mangoes?"

His eyes burnt with lust as he pinched my nipples, "I want to devour those babies."

I unclasped the bandeau as I held my grandfather's horndog gaze, then crossing my hands over to the front as I held the bandeau as if to drop it and breathed, "Say please."

I could imagine his view right now: my small waist exposed to his eyes, a navel he wanted to swirl his tongue in, my magnificent breasts hidden by a scrap of cloth that I was going to remove like a dancer, my ripe young nipples peaked with longing for his hot mouth and my pussy almost making contact with his cock.