Javier Moreno lay there in the Darkness his body celebrated satisfaction, but his mind was consumed with guilt. Well maybe not consumed, but a little troubled. Finally he'd had Maricel. He never knew how it would happen but he always knew that it would.
It had been two months since he had come to live with his grandson Carlos and his wife Maricel. He loved Carlos more than his own sons, and his wife Maricel truly felt like a granddaughter. At first he felt that he would be uncomfortable living there but from the start they made him feel very welcome and reminded him often that he was an important member of their household. They were glad for the help and attention he gave their new son and having a live in babysitter was great. Abuelo was a gentle, caring and skilled grandparent. As the eldest child, he had been his mother's right hand as she raised him,and his 6 brothers and sisters.
As expected there were occasional awkward moments in the house. It had been years since he lived with anyone other than his recently deceased wife Rosa, so there were adjustments for everyone all around. He and Rosa had raised 3 sons and his wife had always dressed modestly in their home, a habit she never broke until the day she died. So it was surprising to see Maricel so free and casual in what she wore around the house. Also he had been embarrassed more than once when he walked in on her nursing, or happened upon the young couple in a lustful embrace. His grandson he learned was quite horny, and it wasn't unusual for him to catch him with a hand in Maricels's underwear, his cock grinding her ass, or see her pressed against a wall as he hungrily sucked her beautiful tits.
No space was sacred. He had interrupted them in the kitchen, family room, patio laundry room. Absolutely every corner of the house. They apologized of course, but what surprised him was to see how hot and agreeable Maricel was for a woman who had just delivered a baby. His wife Rosa rarely wanted any thing from him but hugs and kisses for months after she had delivered their children. Over the years he had just learned what to expect and had formed a loving relationship with his right hand. But he was jealous to so often see Carlos' right hand buried deep in Maricel's crotch, massaging the place he had so loved to caress on Rosa. And he was amazed that she seemed as desperate as Carlos to be satisfied.
He would see her hurriedly put the baby down after a feeding, and then hear the door to their bedroom close. Soon the raucous muffled screams and moans that came from their love den would make his dick hard. He'd honestly been a little concerned at first he knew it was too soon after the birth for fucking. He finally summoned the courage to ask Carlos about it. With a wink Carlos explained that they never actually fucked but that their were very creative in other ways they had of pleasing each other.
He was embarrassed to admit it but he had never actually tasted a woman until Maricel... And he'd had his dick sucked only once by an ugly hag of a prostitute who solicited him when he was in the military. The taste did not impress him, but he found the scent of Maricels hot pussy intoxicating. Early in the mornings before she showered; as she moved through the house to iron her husband's shirt or prepare his lunch, he would often smell her. It was the familiar musky aroma of a woman in heat who had only just been satisfied.
He envied the young couple and their raging hormones. It had been years since he had enjoyed a woman. Rosa had been sick 3 years before she died; and truthfully he had never even considered another. That is until he saw Maricel in her sheer nightgowns, short robes and tight t-shirts that flaunted her fat nipples begging to be sucked. What truly made him ache was having seen milk drip from the fat nipples down onto Carlos' chin. More than once he had seen it from the shadows and was green with envy as he sucked and fondled her voluptuous breast. As he watched from the stairs, he had even seen Carlos fuck them late one night as they lay on the sofa watching TV. He was surprised to see that Carlos wasn't as well endowed as his sons, and it made him cringe to see his grandson's puny cock slide in and out of the warm tunnel Maricel made for him between her tits. What a waste he thought.
He started to rub himself as he watched her rhythmically lick or suck the head of his cock each time it reached her chin. On nights like that he went to his room and jerked off hard as he imagined it was he who worshiped at her breast. He had found a pair of Maricels underwear in the hall bathroom and kept them under his mattress for those nights.
Since it took a little while for the young couple to get used to Abuelo around the house, he had even seen Maricel naked once or twice. Once she had not closed the door to her bedroom and he watched and masturbated from a corner of the hall as she slowly rubbed lotion on her body. Another time he spied her completely nude bending over a basket of laundry. He saw what he thought had to be the world's most beautiful pussy protruding between a heart shaped silky ass. It was amazing to him. To have such a creature so close to him in the flesh. He had owned his share of porn magazines but to view her perfection so up close and personal overwhelmed him. Though he was sometimes curious, he had been very content with Rosa his wife and childhood sweetheart. But now he had to admit, he'd wanted Maricel badly; and whatever he really wanted, usually came to be. Not always by his design, but events just seemed to arrange themselves to fulfill his deepest desires. Some things came fast and others slowly but Javier Moreno was a patient man used to having his way.
He found her ploys to seduce him amusing. It was hard for him to believe she thought he needed any help at all. He was grateful for the porn magazines for when he moved he had trashed his ancient collection. He also enjoyed the porn movie. He had always wanted to see one but had been too embarrassed to ask. He often heard his sons discuss them over Rum in the men's corner of family gatherings but they thought their father too pious to share them with him. As Javier watched the movie he could see from the corner of his eye that Maricel watched as he jerked off. He was drunk but not that drunk, and he was grateful that his splendid old cock "fully" cooperated that day and gave her a good show; but most of all he'd enjoyed the good,long look she gave him at her juicy cunt.
He knew that Carlos had been "sleeping on the job lately" because he left early in the morning and he no longer heard the screaming, moaning, squeaky mattress chorus coming from their bedroom. He knew enough about women to tell by her mood that Maricel was not being satisfied. He thought his Grandson's neglect of his beautiful wife rather stupid. For years he had heard about the extramarital exploits of his son Raul, Carlos' father and he was pretty sure that his grandson was also on the prowl. He guessed that Carlos assumed his sweet Maricel did not have the time or even the inclination to cheat on him and that his grandfather would be the perfect watchdog in the event any man even thought about coming to his home. Ahhh... the simple minds of young men Javier thought. Living with his wife for 50 plus years had taught him never to underestimate anyone especially a woman. The more quiet, the more unassuming, the more surprises.
The only problem now that his body was satisfied, was how he could make peace in his mind with their fucking; and if necessary how he would explain it to Carlos or the family heaven forbid. He Cherished his family,and his good reputation. The love, honor, esteem and respect in which they held him was pretty much all he had at this stage of his life. He trusted Maricel and knew she valued her marriage, but he had been around long enough to know that often "things" came out He knew that Maricel believed that she had used him, but the truth was, that he wanted and needed her just as much. They had used each other.
Luckily Maricel was very much a woman. The morning after, she saw Carlos off, fed the baby and came to his room. It was about eight O'clock. Normally he would have been up, but after almost a full hour of fucking the night before he needed the rest. His back was to the door as she entered quietly and came over to sit on the bed.
"Abuelo, are you OK?" She whispered meekly.
"Yes Mija I am fine." He said turning around to face her.
"Are you angry with me Abuelo?"
"No Mija, we both did it, and we both enjoyed it, no?" He winked.
" Le diste a un Viejo un noche de felicidad "
(you gave an old man a night of happiness)
Maricel was relieved. His easy going nature was what made her love him so much.
