It was nearly dark on Friday evening when Don stepped out on the porch to greet his granddaughter, Shelly. His daughter, Shelly's mom, had made arrangements for her to stay with her Pops' while she learned the ropes of her new job.
Shelly had found a good position with a home and auto insurance company, located less than two miles from Don's place. The intent was for the girl to also continue her schooling and stay with him until she could accumulate a decent amount in savings and find her own apartment. The insurance company was footing the bill for her classes, but not lodging.
Shelly was Don's first and favorite grandchild; and had been ever since she tagged him with his nickname, 'Pops', when she was three years old. The girl would, literally, run over her own siblings and cousins to reach Pops with hugs and kisses.
Although the Shelly was now a freshman in college at 18, she hadn't changed a bit.. with the exception of her body. He found himself watching. And appreciating her bouncing tits and long, flawless thick legs.
"1'm bettin' some young bastard is pounding her pussy already," he thought as he steadied himself for the inevitable contact. She took all four steps in one leap and jumped into Don's arms wrapping those legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.
"Oh, Pops, you don't know how happy it makes me to come live with you for a while. Sure wish Granny was still alive, but she'd be happy I'm here to take of you."
"Hmmm," he responded as he lowered her to the ground, "Does that mean you'll take over the cooking. dish washing. laundry, dusting, mopping. vacuum."
Shelly cupped her hand over his mouth to silence him, kissed his cheek and answered, "Well, l'll help, but l still need to learn a lot about cooking."
He hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head, "l'm not too worried about either of us starving, Punkin, let's get your stuff out of your car."
The next couple hours were spent unpacking clothes, getting Shelly's laptop set up on Don's WIFI and lots of giggles.
Amidst it all, Don realized his cock had been stiff and he kept adjusting his sweatpants, attempting to hide it. His eyes refused to look the other way when she bent, sticking her amazing thick ass in the air, to put away her underwear and t-shirts in the chest of drawers
He left her to her own tasks while he, supposedly, used the bathroom. Actually, it only took a couple minutes to jack a huge load of cum into the toilet in his master bath. He was very confused as to what has changed and why he is getting so turned on. It must be because he has not had sex in years and she is all grown up and filled out.
When he returned to help her finish up, he walked in on a sight he would never forget. Shelly had already removed her t-shirt and was pulling off her bra. In a split second, it was tossed aside and her 34DD stood straight and proud, with round perky nipples.
"Oh, shit, Punkin!!'m sorry, l didn't know you were changing." He turned away, "! mean it, l am so, so sorry, Honey."
She slipped into a tank top which displayed her young cleavage quite well, "It's okay, Pops, l guess l should have closed the door. But we're living together, now, I'm sure we'll be seeing things like this from time to time."
She kissed her favorite man on the cheek, "No harm done; can we order Chinese for dinner?"
"Sure sweetheart." He responded
The 65-year-old grandfather had only fucked one other woman since his wife had died of pancreatic cancer, nearly three years before. That had had been an Avon saleswoman who offered more than perfume, for a price. The Avon lady took home a very good commission that day, for a job well done
It had been a long time since he busted two loads in one day but, with the image of Shelly's gorgeous tits in his mind, he was compelled to visit his bathroom, again, for relief.
Don marveled at the beauty of Shelly's lips as she devoured the Chinese takeout
"My poor, old dick is really gonna get a workout," he thought, "I'd love to have those lips on ol' Fat Boy. My God, why does she have to be my own flesh and blood?"
After dinner, Shelly searched the TV listings and found Dirty Dancing' would be playing at 8pm, "Can we watch it, Pops? Please? I've seen it a dozen times, but it's my favorite. Please?"
"Well, of course we can watch it, Punkin, it's one of my favorites, too. Let's get this mess cleaned up and, hey, l'l fix us some popcorn and a glass of wine... Uh, do you drink alcohol, Honey?"
"Just a small glass, very small, for me. l like it, but sometimes wine doesn't like me."
About the time Patrick Swaze plowed Jennifer Gray's pussy the first time, Shelly grabbed another handful of popcorn and laid her head in Don's lap. In less than two minutes, he noticed she had stopped chewing and was breathing deep and heavy in her sleep.
He thought about waking her and telling her to go to bed, but hesitated when he discovered he could see her entire right tit through the top of her skimpy shirt. Yes, ol' Fat Boy jumped to attention, again, but he was able to adjust it, comfortably.
He managed to slip one of the thin straps off her shoulder and lower the top enough to see both creamy, white tits and her nipples, which were soft pink and at 'parade rest.
Using his left hand, he, slowly rubbed his seven-inch cock through his pants, until a third batch of cum soaked its way up through the material, and down the inside of his leg and balls.
Carefully, he pulled the shirt back into place and began trying to wake her up, "Shelly, Punkin, wake up, honey. C'mon, now... time for you to go to bed."
She awoke, rubbed her eyes a little and looked at her grandfather as though she was trying to figure out where she was, *Mmmm, oh, okay, Pops. l love you."
She kissed Don on the lips, surprising him, "See you in the morning:"
Don didn't rest much that night. lt seems his right hand refused to leave his cock alone. He never creamed again, but the skin on ol Fat Boy was a little chafed the next morning.
As he stepped through the door, leading from his master bath through the dining room toward the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks when he saw Shelly in the kitchen. She was wearing an old, thin, long t-shirt and pink panties With the full length, glass back door open, the light was shining through the shirt, presenting another vision of her naked profile beneath.