8 comments/ 99256 views/ 29 favorites Grandpa's Kitten By: MisterReason "If I was a gentleman," I told my granddaughter as I moved behind her and looked down in the general direction of the sink she was doing dishes in, "I would offer to help." I put my hands on Kitten's slender shoulders - Kitten's my nickname for Katherine, the 18 year old daughter of my wife's son - but I wasn't looking at the bowl she was scrubbing. What I was looking at was located down below her prominent collarbone, and when I squeezed Kitten's shoulders the top of her modestly cut scoop-necked blouse opened up like it had earlier. "That's okay," Kitten answered, her voice reflecting more nervousness that it had when she was doing the lunch dishes, because that she didn't catch on to what I was doing until it was over and done with. This time I was pretty sure Kitten knew what I was up to, likely having figured out I had been trying to look down her blouse at her breasts again. Looking for them would be a more apt description of what I was doing, since Kitten wasn't very well endowed up on top to say the least, but I was able to get a peek at the tops of her little treasures before I heard her mother coming towards the kitchen. "I can at least help dry," I offered cheerfully as Kitten's mother appeared. "What a good Grandpa you have there Katherine," her clueless mother clucked as she passed through before headed outside to water flowers. "I try," I said with a chuckle. I do try, I thought to myself. Right now I'm trying to check out your daughter's tits, and now I'm looking over at the sight of Kitten's nipples poking so hard into her padded bra that the outline was visible even through the multiple layers of fabric. I knew her bra was padded because all of Kitten's bras are. I know because I checked all of them in her drawer. I don't know what size they are because the size tags were all ripped off, probably so no one in the house would know what size bra she wore. Can't be more than a A cup, I mused while my eyes went from her mother out on the deck then down to her daughter's perky titties wiggling as she scrubbed a pot. Maybe even a double A, but that's okay because I love little titties. Give me a mouth full of tit and I'm happy. My wife Betty used to have fairly little ones too, before having kids and wolfing down ring-dings turned those round apples into saggy eggplants. It wouldn't be so bad if she at least let me play with those eggplants, but noooo, as John Belushi used to say back in the days when my marriage was fun. Every time I make a move she shrugs me off and calls me silly. "That's all you ever want," she had told me at home last night before we came out to visit. Well of course it is, and if I ever got it maybe I wouldn't want it so bad all the time. I wonder if Kitten gives it up yet, I mused while taking the pot from her to dry. Kids today fuck like rabbits, and then I kicked myself because Kitten's not a girl but a woman. 5'2" and probably not even 100 pounds of little lady. Little boobies and butt cheeks, and her black hair cut short in a boyish style. Kitten had become a furry little thing too, I had noticed in recent years while glancing over at her fuzzy arms, the hair wet and plastered against her skin on her lower arms and fluffy on her upper arms that had stayed dry. Kitten had a hairy pussy too, or least didn't shave it. I knew that because I had seen a long black hair tangled in the elastic of her panties when I went through the clothes hamper. Thank goodness she wasn't one of these girls who shave their pussies because that leaves me cold, as if I was ever going to experience either variety in me declining years. "All done," Kitten announced, breaking me out of the titty trance I was in. "Guess I fell behind," I said as I looked at the few dishes still wet. "It's okay Grandpa," Kitten said. "I know where they go away better than you would." "Right you are Kitten," I said as I continued toweling while watching Kitten put the dried stuff away. I got a nice peek down her top when she bent over to put a pot away, and another nice view of Kitten when she leaned across me to put dishes up in the cupboard, with me cooperating just enough to allow my granddaughter to reach while making a little contact with her. As she reached my eyes went reflexively to Kitten's exposed underarm, and I was surprised to see that the entire little hollow was coated with a faint stubble, the black seedlings standing right out against her pale skin. Kitten saw me staring and quickly lowered her arm, blushing a bit as she went over and wiped down the stove. Hey, I felt like saying. Looked fine to me. Hell, you can even throw the razor away as far as I'm concerned. Maybe I'll show Kitten a picture I have of me and her Grandma Betty at a Grateful Dead concert probably 40 years ago. The woman had more hair under her arms back then than I did. Of course, that was a long time ago. Times have changed, even if I haven't. My wife sure has, and I miss that fun and carefree woman who used to initiate affection as much as I did. Now? Forget it, and while I'm not the guy I was 40 years ago, I'm not bad. Certainly in better shape than most 63 year old guys, and in better shape than she is for sure. So this is what my life has come to. Resorting to looking down the blouse of my granddaughter for cheap thrills. Golden years my ass. ...... I couldn't sleep. The snoring machine, after rebuffing my attempt to fool around, was in full blast, snorting and honking away while sleep alluded me. It really wasn't the snoring as much as me only being able to really sleep well in my own bed. Four more nights of this and I would sleep for a week when we got home. Also tough to sleep with a hard-on, and my dearly beloved wouldn't ever jerk me off when I asked - begged her to do it while I reached over and grabbed her jugs, kneading them while nibbling on her neck. "They'll hear!" Betty hissed. "How can somebody hear a hand-job?" I protested "Do it yourself," she hissed louder, and that was it. After staring at the ceiling for way too long, I decided to get up and take a leak, and maybe get a drink. After peeing, I went out to the kitchen, and when I looked down the stairwell of the split level ranch and saw some flickering that suggested the TV was on. I figured that it was probably my son, so I tiptoed down. Rick's alright in his way even if his new born-again ways are not my cup of tea, and maybe watching a game or something with him would make me drowsy, or maybe we could exchange marriage war stories because I don't think he's getting much either. I turned the corner and from the entrance of the family room I saw that the TV was indeed on, but not only wasn't there a game on, but it was a movie. Furthermore, the person scrunched into the love seat wasn't my son but his daughter, Kitten, and the movie was - let's say adult. Not porn. I could tell from the Showtime logo on the corner of the big screen that it wasn't the real thing but one of those very soft X movies where everybody fucks without erections or insertions. Lots of lesbian stuff between bored looking women waxed and packed with saline that don't usually do much for me either, but this was Kitten watching it. "Room for one more?" I asked and slipped into the love seat before Kitten could answer, and my sudden appearance made her jump in shock. "Sorry, thought you heard me." "Oh - um - is there something you want to watch, Grandpa?" Kitten mumbled and she ungracefully tried to hand me the remote. "No, this is fine." "Wasn't really watching it," Kitten replied. "Nothing on I really wanted to see." "I know how you feel," I assured Kitten. "Seems like it was easier to find something good back when there were only three channels than it is now with hundreds of them. This looks a little interesting." "Oh. This isn't - it's not a porn movie," Kitten started to explain as I looked at her pajamas, which were white and decorated with a bunch of cute cartoon puppies in various poses. "I know, honey," I assured my granddaughter. "Really, it isn't," Kitten assured me, thinking I didn't know what I was watching. "I know. We had Showtime for a while," I explained. "These movies used to be my sleeping pill when I couldn't sleep, which is most all the time." "I can't sleep a lot of nights too." "So you don't mind me watching this movie with you?" I asked. "Good. This is as close as I'll come to a date. Your grandmother wouldn't watch a movie like this with me." "You two don't seem very happy," Kitten opined out of the blue. "You're as perceptive as you are pretty," I told her, putting my arm around Kitten's shoulder and giving her a little squeeze. "Let's just say we're playing out the string. Seeing who kicks first." "I think my Mom and Dad are splitting up," Kitten said in a matter-of-fact manner, and while it was news to me, it wasn't a major shock. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah. I think they're just waiting for me to leave the nest so they don't feel like they are making my life traumatic by splitting with me around," Kitten suggested. "Like I can't figure out what's going on. Think I'm going to get an apartment and get a job instead of going to college." "Hey, you could live with us," I suggested. "Even though we're even more out in the sticks than you are here, at least we have a dishwasher. We could watch movies every night." "I think these women are pretending to be lesbian astronauts on a mission of some kind," Kitten said as a couple of bimbos began peeling off their spacesuits, her eyes on the screen while I looked in the darkness at her nightshirt, wishing my eyes adjusted faster to the darkness. "Disgusting." "You can change it." "No, not the movies, the women," I said. "Do guys really find that attractive?" "Well, yeah," Kitten said. "They are beautiful." "Not to me," I complained. "Look at those implants. It looks like some quack doctor slammed a couple of coconuts inside her chest. And when did women stop growing hair down there? I miss women being women instead of Barbie doll wannabees that all look alike." "I think I might get them after I get some money saved up," Kitten said. "Implants." "Why?" Kitten looked over at me and gave me a look that suggested I was either blind or out of my mind before saying, "I think I need them." "How much do they cost?" I asked. "A girl in school paid about 9 grand for hers." "I'll give you nine thousand." "You would?" "Yes. If you don't get them, I'll give you the money," I offered. "Look, it's your own body and your own business, but you look beautiful as you are. And you're so young! Your body is still developing." "My breasts haven't grown a bit since I was 13," Kitten declared. "Sure they have," I said, and even in the semi-darkness I saw the reaction that comment got when Kitten realized I had been checking her out for a while. "The padding just got thicker as I got older," Kitten mumbled. "I'm flat-chested." "No you aren't, honey," I said. "I saw - I mean, I accidentally looked down your blouse before." "I know," Kitten said. "I didn't know it was accidental though." "It wasn't. That's was a bit of a lie," I sheepishly admitted. "I'm sorry. I was trying to look at your breasts. I can only imagine what you must be thinking of me." "I let you look. Both times, at lunch and after dinner," Kitten said. "So what does that make me?" "It makes you a young woman who knows she's cute and likes it when a man notices her beauty," I suggested. "Ha! Not many boys notice me, that's for sure," Kitten said with a scrunched up face. "I didn't say boys," I corrected. "I said men. Believe me when I tell you that you couldn't be any more attractive to me than you are now, especially not with sacks of saline embedded within you." "They're really small though," Kitten purred while gesturing at the TV. "Look at how big that lady's are." "Let me see yours," I said, and when Kitten did a double take and laughed like she thought I was kidding, I repeated myself. "Really. I would love to see your breasts, because I suspect you aren't seeing yourself as others see you." Kitten said nothing as we looked at each other for the longest time, and all of a sudden a hand moved toward the top button of the pajama tops. The man whose hand it was couldn't believe what he was doing, but there I was. Kitten's hand came up to my wrist, but while it held my wrist it didn't really try to pull my hand away, and after I managed to undo that button with only a little fumbling, Kitten's hand slid down to her lap. The room was silent except for the barely audible dialogue coming from the lesbian astronauts on the TV and the raspy breathing of two people on the couch, one a old pervert who knew better but couldn't help himself, and a terrified teenager who was so devoid of self-confidence that she actually said in a quivering whisper, "Please don't laugh," when I got down to the last button and opened the top up. "Laugh?" I croaked as I gently pulled the pajama top of her shoulders, and I actually felt my eyes start to well up, likely adding to poor Kitten's confusion. I sniffled a bit and tried to compose myself while my heart threatened to explode out of my chest like some horror movie. I was overcome with emotion for a lot of reasons, one of them being upset at a society that puts chemically and surgically engineered imbeciles like the Kardashians on pedestals as examples of beauty, making lovely women like my Kitten feel inferior. The main reason though was that I was Kitten's grandfather, someone she should be able to trust without question. Someone to consult when in need and console when needed. NOT an old man who stared at her tiny breasts like he had never seen a woman before. Tiny they were, and although I was bit startled initially at how small they were, they were perfect. The little cones stuck straight out, and while the breasts themselves were not larger than limes, the aureoles were large, the plump cherry red buds like strawberries on the perky swells. My hand went over, and Kitten shuddered when my hand made contact with the sensitive nipple, making it blossom even plumper, and her chest was heaving wildly while my fingers plucked at the bud. Judging by the way Kitten was reacting, her breasts were extremely sensitive, so my touch remained gentle. Cupping the cone, I lightly massaged her breast, watching Kitten's reaction to my affection. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip, and I bent over and replaced my hand with my lips. Kitten gasped when my mouth took in her plump aureole, and while I couldn't get her entire breast in my mouth, I came close. I suckled on her little teat like a starving baby while my hand kneaded the other bud, and Kitten's breathing sounded like a steam engine as her chest heaved. "Please Grandpa," kitten whimpered when she felt my hand on her lap. "Don't. I can't. I'm a virgin." "Don't apologize, Kitten" I said after taking her breast out of my mouth. "I just want to see you." I went to my knees on the carpet and coaxed Kitten's puppy pajama bottoms down. The sight of her beautiful triangle of pubic hair was a joy, the thick womanly bush completely hiding her opening, and after I raked my fingers through the lush delta I felt the moistness around her sex. "Beautiful," I whispered before parting her thighs and bowing my head down into the steamy forest while pulling her lower body towards the edge of th cushion. Kitten moaned when she felt my tongue enter her sweet pussy, and then I felt her legs come up onto my shoulders as I inhaled her tart aroma. I hoped she couldn't hear me as I lapped away like an animal, snorting and grunting as I devoured her, and she came fast and hard, crushing my ears with her skinny thighs as she did her best to stifle herself while she came. I'm never going to wash my face again. That was what I thought while I savored the flavor and aroma that had my mouth and the surrounding area wet with her juices. After I gave her pussy one last lick before climbing back on the love seat I saw Kitten looking at me, her glazed look changing when she noticed I had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction. "Sorry," I said, while was a lie, because I had eased my pajama bottoms down to the my thighs, exposing my very erect cock to my startled granddaughter. "Wow," Kitten sighed, swallowing hard but not taking her eyes off of my cock. I supposed Kitten must have been impressed by the length of my cock, certainly not by the thickness because it's skinny - embarrassingly so - and because it's about 8 or so inches long erect that makes it look even skinnier, or maybe because she didn't think an old man like me could still get it up. I made no effort to cover myself up, instead waiting in hopes that my granddaughter would take it upon herself to reach over and grab it, but when she didn't I took her wrist and brought it over to my stiff prong, practically wrapping her hand around the slender shaft and coaxing her hand down, sliding the foreskin down to expose the conical glans and then bringing it back up. "That's it, Kitten," I whispered after I let go of my granddaughter's hand, and to my delight her fist started going up and down by itself. She had done this before, or at least that was my guess because she was giving me a good job, and I put my hand around her bare shoulder, wondering whether I was pressing my luck by putting some gentle downward pressure on Kitten's neck. My granddaughter knew what I was doing, and I felt pathetic when she looked at me with those doe-like eyes, the exact opposite of mine I'm sure. She started to allow me to coax her down there, but then stopped, although her little hand kept sliding slowly up and down the entire length of my manhood. I didn't force the issue, but instead just rubbed her back while I leaned back into the cushion and looked at the ceiling. I couldn't look at Kitten's titties anymore because the sight of them made my orgasm approach, and I wanted this to last as long as possible. Then I felt Kitten move, and not because I was pushing her down either. I kept my hand on her back as she bent over, and just when her face got near my cock she stopped and glanced up at me. I pretended I was still looking up to the ceiling, just in case she felt weird about me watching what I was praying she would do. She did a series of false starts, her head moving a couple of inches before stopping, and I was about to give up hope when I felt first Kitten's breath on the head of my cock, and then felt the wet warmth of her mouth as she took me in. Kitten's fist was wrapped around the bottom of the shaft, and she was spinning her hand as her mouth went about half way down before going back up. This wasn't the most skillful head I had ever gotten by a long-shot, but that was part of what was making it special, knowing that my little girl was not all that promiscuous. I held back as long as I could, partly because the way things were going this might be the last time my cock was in a mouth, but when I could hold back no longer I warned Kitten that I was going to cum soon. For a second I though that either Kitten didn't hear me or was going to swallow my load, but eventually her mouth came off of it. Using both hands, she jerked off my saliva slicked cock fast and hard, and while I didn't shoot like I used to, the semen came out of my cock like lava, all over the backs of Kitten's tiny paws. My granddaughter kept milking me until I was drained and limp, and after she gave my now-flaccid hose a last hard pull I reached over and grabbed a couple of tissues out of the box on the table. I handed them to Kitten, who didn't look me in the eye as she took them and wiped the copious load of cum off of her fingers. Grandpa's Kitten "That was wonderful, Kitten," I said softly, leaning over and kissing the top of her head, and after I reached down and lifted her face with a finger under her chin I repeated it. "Can't believe I did that," she whispered, and covered her breasts as if she forgot she was naked. "You?" I asked. "I didn't plan on any of this, but I'm the one that should be ashamed of myself." "I would have - you know - swallowed it, but I was afraid you would think I was a real pig if I did that." "You aren't a pig honey," I said. "You're my special girl and I love you more than ever." I hugged her, and as we embraced she hugged me harder. The feel of our naked bodies together was very wrong but felt so nice, even if my rough and hairy body against Kitten's soft skin made me feel old again. We arranged ourselves on the couch so we could spoon together, even if my back would probably hate me in the morning. Nuzzling into the fur at the nape of Kitten's neck, I inhaled her sweet scent as my hands slid along her arms, my bony fingers making the down on her arms flutter. "I'm so hairy," Kitten complained. "All girls think that," I said as I lifted her arm up over my shoulder so I could explore. "You're conditioned by society like all women. It sells more razors and stuff." "I forgot to shave this morning," Kitten said with a giggle when my finger slid along the moist hollow of her underarm, the little hairs were soft to the touch, and Kitten giggled again when I gave the peach fuzz a little lick. "I'll remember tomorrow morning though." Why she had said that, I don't know? I hoped it wasn't for my benefit, but was she saying that in hopes that we would come down here again tomorrow? "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked. "Did. We broke up last month. He dumped me." "His loss." "I only did that with two other guys," Kitten said. "What I just did to you." "Then there are three lucky guys in the world. Was one of them your old boyfriend?" "Yeah." "The other guy - the boyfriend before him? He one of your classmates?" "No. He was - older." "Really?" I replied. "You like older men, huh?" "I guess," Kitten said. "How old?" I asked, and then apologized for being nosy. "None of my business, but when you get my age you have to live vicariously through others." "43," Kitten answered belatedly, and although it was hypocritical as could be I still felt resentment at the thought of an old guy taking advantage of my little granddaughter. "Oh." "When I told you before that I was a virgin," Kitten said, almost like she was giving confession at church. "That wasn't really true." "That doesn't matter honey, and you don't owe me any explanations." "It's okay,' Kitten said, rolling over to face me. "I want to tell you. I never told anybody before, and after what we just did, I feel like I can trust you." "Of course you can," I said. "The person you had sex with, is this the 43 year old guy?" "Yes, but we didn't really have sex." "I'm confused," I said although to be honest that's been happening a lot lately to me. "This man, he was the first guy I ever - you know - gave head to," Kitten explained. "I didn't have any idea how to do it, but he said that it was good that I could practice on him so when I got married it would be good for my husband." "Thoughtful guy," I said sarcastically, but Kitten didn't notice. "Then he said that he wanted to have sex with me, but not only would it be wrong because I should be a virgin when I got married, but also because I could get pregnant," Kitten told me. "Thing is, if he wanted to do it to me I would have let him because I loved him. Still do. But then he said that there was a way we could still have sex and be safe." "You mean you had anal sex with the man?" I asked, and Kitten nodded. "Am I grossing you out?" "No honey," I said. "Your grandmother and I, back in the day - well never mind," I babbled. "Did you like it?" "Yeah. I liked it a lot, but it really hurt," Kitten confessed. "Was he big?" "Yeah. His dick is way bigger than yours." "Oh," I said sheepishly. "Not bigger I mean," Kitten said quickly. "Yours is way longer than his, but his is way fatter. The head of his dick was as big as a plum so I guess that was why it hurt so much. I got used to it though, even though I could never suck it very good. Kinda had to lick it usually because I couldn't get my mouth open wide enough." "You did it a lot with that man? Anal sex I mean?" "Yeah. Every chance we got." "You and him still..." "No. He said he felt guilty about it on account of how much younger I was than him," Kitten explained before changing the subject. "Do you and Grandma - you know?" "Have sex?" I asked. "Don't very much anymore." "No, I mean did you and Grandma ever do it that way?" "Anal sex? Sure we did. It was a while ago but we've done it." "Did you like it?" Kitten asked. "I did, but I don't think she liked it very much," I admitted. "Would you like to?" Kitten asked, raising an eyebrow. "With me, I mean?" "I - I..." "Not tonight," Kitten said. "I mean tomorrow night maybe. After everybody goes to sleep? "I - I - sure," I finally managed to say. "Better get some sleep," Kitten said as she got off the couch and put her pajamas back on. "Don't want to fall asleep on you tomorrow night. Love you Grandpa." A kiss on the forehead and my granddaughter went up to her room, while I struggled to get my pajama bottoms on. I grabbed my cock and looked at it, wondering whether I would actually go through with it or not. I would find out tomorrow night. *** Sometimes you find out a lot about yourself when you get tempted to do something you know is wrong. Maybe it's a guy down on his luck who considers robbing a liquor store, or sees a set of keys in a car he walks past. We know the difference between good and evil, and we can define ourselves by the actions we take. That was why after a fitful night of little sleep I was determined to do the right thing. Last night, while it wasn't right by any stretch of the imagination, was just a lapse in judgement. No permanent damage was done, at least not to my somewhat warped way of thinking. The idea of having my granddaughter anally though, now that was something else. Sticking my cock in the ass of an 18 year girl - my granddaughter no less - was unconscionable. I imagined what it would look like if my wife or my son walked in and saw me hunched over Kitten like an animal filling my granddaughter's bowels with my seed. So I decided that I would pass on the opportunity that some 43 year old pervert apparently did not pass on. I would go to bed and tell Kitten I fell asleep. That decision made, the next day went by nicely. Kitten would wink and blush when our paths crossed and I would nod, not having the heart to break the news to her. That night, as I followed my wife down the hall, I peeked into Kitten's room. She was standing behind the door, and after I passed she gave me a little "Psst." I stopped, and after Kitten peeked out down the hall, giggled and lifted up her blouse and sports bra she was wearing, showing me those precious little morsels that had been my downfall, and as my cock twitched Kitten whispered that she would be downstairs waiting with the stuff, whatever that meant. As I undressed for bed with my wife, I looked at her aging body. which did not resemble the Betty of her early days. The perky breasts now drooped down to her waist, her butt was flabby and the hair that grew under her arms these days was not a sign of youthful rebellion but of laziness. Blame her, I thought to myself. It's not your fault that you're about to go downstairs and violate your own flesh and blood, it's hers. Right. Total bullshit, but it worked. I had convinced myself that it was okay. That peek at Kitten's titties had only been the icing on the cake, and now all I had to go was wait for Betty to go to sleep. *** If I had a heart attack on the way downstairs, it would have been both deserved and a blessing to all, but I didn't. My heart was racing but apparently sound, and when I entered the room Kitten was over in the corner, wearing only a tank-top that only went down to the timberline of her pubic hair, holding a big bottle of some kind of lubricant and a pair of rolled up socks. I understood the lubricant but the socks confused me, so after I asked Kitten about it she explained that she put the socks in her mouth and bit down to show me what they did. "So I don't make any noise," Kitten said in explanation before lifting the tank-top up and over her head and kneeling before me, unsnapping my pajama bottoms and letting them drop before grabbing my flaccid cock and pulling on it. "Scared, Grandpa?" Kitten asked, and after I nodded Kitten said that she was too before taking my cock in her mouth. The tiny woman/child sucked on my cock with enthusiasm, and although it took me a while to get hard, eventually I got it up, and then Kitten was getting on her knees on the love seat and raising her bottom so I could take her while standing fairly straight. "This love seat is the perfect height," Kitten said, and when I asked whether this was where the 43 year old man had done this with her she nodded, adding that if her Mom or anybody woke up we would hear them because of the squeaky floor upstairs. The thought that she would be sneaking some old pervert into her house to fuck her in the ass both excited and disturbed me. Kitten thought of everything, and as she leaned forward and presented herself to me, the old saying that a stiff cock has no conscience went through my head. Kitten's butt was tiny and flawless, and when she spread her buttocks apart with her hands I saw her prize. I lubricated my finger and rubbed some of the gel on that hairless puckered ring that was so pink and pure looking that it didn't seem she could do her business through such a minuscule orifice, much less take on cocks with heads as big as plums. The muffled snort that came from the other end indicated that Kitten had her silencer in place, and as my long bony finger slid into her she squirmed and wiggled. Her ass was so tight, even for a finger, and so hot inside too. I debated whether or not to put a second finger in, like I had done with Betty back in the day, but decided against it. If Kitten could accommodate a thick cock, she might not even be able to feel mine, which was closer to the thickness of a hot dog than a plum. I lathered more lube on my cock, making the beige prong sparkle in the dim light, and as I set the nearly empty bottle down the thought occurred to me that this was probably the bottle that the other pervert had brought over, and I mused about how many ass fuckings did it take to nearly drain that pint bottle? My cock was now greased and in my fist, foreskin retracted and the tip of my cock at the ring, and as I leaned forward I had to push hard because she was incredibly tight. After I pushed the head in, Kitten was making faint squealing noises that sounded louder to me than they probably were, but I kept pushing more and more of me into my granddaughter until she was fully impaled. The hot cavity squeezed my cock like a vice, and as I retracted most of it from Kitten I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold on for long the way I was feeling. My hands slid over the smooth skin of her back, and feeling her tiny frame reminded me of how wrong it was to be taking advantage of this woman/child like this. Not wrong enough for me to stop though, and then my hands reached down under her arms and found her breasts. I massaged the little cones, the plump nipples already fully expressed before my palms hit them, and as I humped Kitten I was hanging over her like a blanket straining not to cum. In and out I went as I tried to think of things that would keep me from cumming but still keep me hard. Kitten had taken one of her hands from the back of the love seat she was bracing herself on, and from the movements she was making I guessed she was playing with her pussy. Soon her already tight orifice spasmed, first trying her pulverize my cock when I was in her to the hilt and then trying to push me out of her ass as I retracted. I forced myself to stay in while Kitten came, and I managed to hold my own orgasm back until she was through, just barely. "Cumming Kitten," I grunted as I pushed my cock all the way in before ejaculating, sending jet after jet of my seed deep into my granddaughter's bowels while grunting like a wild boar. I didn't pull my cock out even after I was spent, instead waiting for it to deflate, at which point it popped out on its own, causing Kitten to giggle at the sensation. "Ssh!" I said while Kitten started to whisper something, and I heard the faint creaking of floorboards that indicated movement. All sorts of thoughts went through my head as I stood naked behind my granddaughter, my cock spent while my seed dribbled out of Kitten's anus, but thankfully the noises stopped and my heart began to beat normally again. "Too dangerous," I whispered to my little baby. "What if we ever got caught?" "I know," Kitten agreed, but added, "But doesn't the thrill of getting caught make it more exciting?" "I don't know. Is that what the 43 year old guy thought?" "Yes," Kitten admitted. "And I think he was right." Maybe he was, but there were three other people in the house, and if one of them ever showed up in the doorway looking at us? Betty would probably have a heart attack, and Kitten's Mom would probably throw up or come at me to claw my eyes out of my skull. Kitten's father was another story. He was shorter than me but was built like a bodybuilder, and even if I wasn't much older than him I still think that he could mop the floor with me, especially if he was fueled by the sight of his daughter being violated. Add the fact that he was now "born again", and I suspect that he wouldn't think much of what I had done to his daughter, even though I remember that he used to have a stash of really raunchy porn back in the day. "Will you meet me down here tomorrow night?" Kitten's voice broke my out of my daze, and my voice told her exactly the opposite of what my brain was telling me. "I'd love to," I whispered. "I don't know if I'll be able to rise to the occasion or not..." "We can do other stuff," Kitten reminded me. "I love your tongue." And so it was that each night I met Kitten downstairs, and each night I sodomized my adorable little granddaughter. My cock went into her ass every night, until we finally emptied that bottle of lube, and in desperation we discovered that saliva is an acceptable lubricant in a pinch. I felt like an animal with my face jammed between Kitten's pert little buttocks, lapping at her anus and sticking my tongue in as far as I could, but the guilt hardly bothered me any more. It was with great reluctance that we ended our stay, and saying goodbye was tough for me in many ways. Not only would I miss Kitten badly, but looking in my daughter's eyes was tough, especially after being made aware of her marriage being in trouble. Kitten's father? Well, in retrospect it was weird the way he hugged me when said goodbye, when a handshake was usually the extent of it. I chalked it up to his "changing of his ways", but it was still weird when I spoke as he hugged me. "I just wanted you to know that even though you're my father, I feel like in many ways you're my real father," the guy said, and I was touched, even though I didn't think we were ever that close. "Oh!" Betty said as we started to pull away, and handed her son an envelope. "This way I know you'll get it in time." "What was that all about?" I asked, knowing it was probably a way to save a stamp. "It's Rick's birthday Tuesday," Betty explained. "We got him a gift card to Lowe's." "Oh. That's nice," I mumbled. "How the time flies,' Betty droned. "My boy is going to be 44." "What?" I blurted out. "Watch where you're going!" Betty yelled when I jerked the wheel. "Honestly, you're going to be the death of me yet!" *** "Can you talk, Grandpa?" Kitten asked after calling me on Wednesday. "Yes honey." "Are you near a computer?" "I will be in a second," I said as I made my way to the den after making sure Betty was outside puttering in the backyard. "I am now." "I'm going to send you something Grandpa. Okay?" Kitten asked. "Make sure Grandma doesn't see it." "Okay," I said, and waited for the e-mail to appear. "There it is." "There's an attachment, Grandpa," Kitten said. Do you know how to open it up?" "I think so." "Don't be mad," Kitten said softly. "Why would I..." I began to say, and then stopped abruptly when the images started. It was a short movie, and even though the images weren't clear because the room lighting was dim and the camera was far away from the stars of the show, I knew who the naked characters were. The female lead was a tiny waif kneeling on a love seat, and the male character was an old predator who had in cock up the little girl's ass and looked like he was having a great old time. "Grandpa?" "I'm here," I mumbled as I watched myself hanging on Kitten like a preying mantis while I rooted at her. "You filmed us?" "I didn't know anything about it, I swear," Kitten said. "But who..." "Daddy did," Kitten whispered as the film ended. "He heard us that first night and then set up a camera the next night." "He knew what I was doing to you and let it go on?" I asked incredulously. "He's not mad," Kitten said quickly. "In fact, the last night he was watching us from the furnace room through this peep-hole he's got there. He said it was so sexy that he wanted to come out and join us." "Good grief," I muttered. "What happened to the born again stuff?" "I guess it didn't take," Kitten opined. "He said that once he heard us going at it, he realized how much he missed what he used to do with me. Are you mad Grandpa?" "Mad. Disgusted," I said. You name it, not mentioning that I had started watching the damn film again and my cock was getting hard as well. "At me?" "At all of us," I admitted. "Wish your father a belated happy birthday for me. Did you have a party?" "Sort of," Kitten said. "After Mom went to sleep." "Oh." "Are you mad about that?" "Jealous," I said. "I think I forfeited the right to be righteous the moment I sodomized you the first time. "Sodomized," Kitten said. "Sound real dirty when you say that. I like it. Do you still love me?" "Of course I do," I responded. "I have something else I can send you if you want," Kitten said. "Dad took this last night, and he said I could let you see it if you wanted." "Is this a movie of your party with your Dad?" "Yes. Do you want to see it? It came out better than the other one because he was holding the camera while we did it, and you can hear us too" Kitten explained. "Do you want me to send it?" "Yes," I said, realizing that I couldn't get any more warped than wanting to watch my son fuck his daughter. "I just want to tell you," Kitten said as I waited for the e-mail to arrive. "Don't ever tell Dad, but I like it better when you do it do me. Doesn't hurt as much." "Here it is," I said when the message appeared. "Are you going to watch it?" "Yes," I admitted. "Can you stay on the phone while you watch it?" "Yes," I said as I clicked on the attachment, and then without warning the film started. "Good grief," I mumbled as I got a bird's eye view of my granddaughter, a view that I had enjoyed several times myself, but what was being brought up to the tiny ring was nothing like what I had. "Told you it was big." "You said it was as fat as a plum," I reminded Kitten about the head of the other's man's cock. "The knob of your old man's cock looks like an apple." Grandpa's Kitten That wasn't much of an exaggeration either, I admitted while watching the beet red bulb pushing into the profusely lubricated anus, and what her Dad lacked in length he more than made up for in girth. It was like watching Kitten being impaled by a fire hydrant, and her muffled sounds only added to the image. My son Rick's noises - well, I guess they were similar to the ones I made although I tried to pretend that his were more like an animal than mine were, and while the camera work was jittery because he was thrusting while filming it was clear and graphic. I watched the entire 7 minutes and 12 seconds of it. More than half of it was watching Rick take his daughter anally, while the rest of it was with the camera trained on Kitten's ravaged anus seconds after the ourageous cock had come out of that formerly tiny balloon knot. It took about 3 minutes for that gaping hole, which looked big enough to accommodate a fist right after the fat cock pulled out, to return to normal, with only a trickle of semen oozing out to suggest anything had gone on in that abused orifice. "Did you like watching it Grandpa?" Kitten asked, probably for the second or third time as I tried to recover. "Yes, honey." "A little while ago," Kitten said. "When you groaned. Did you..." "Yes, I did," I said,as I looked down between my legs while my hand was milking out the last few drops of cum, the pool on the floor below reminding me of what a pervert I had become. "Me too. Dad said he got himself off when he watched us too." The family that plays together, I mused when I thought about all of this going on and what it would sound like to an outsider, or even to me not that long ago. "College starts up soon," I noted, while getting the film going again. "Yeah," Kitten said. "And Dad said something to me - wanted me to ask you about it." "Go ahead." "I want to lose my virginity - actually I wanted one of you two to be the one but Dad said it should be someone else," Kitten explained. "So after I do it with somebody, Dad wants us to do it." "I'm sure you two will be good together," I said with more than a twinge of jealously. "No, Grandpa," Kitten corrected. "Dad wants US to do it. All three of us." "Huh?" "The way he explained it to me, what he wants is to go downstairs and for me to get both of you guys hard. Then, Dad would get on his back and I would mount him, and then you would get behind me at the same time and put your cock in my ass while he's in my pussy," Kitten concluded. "Wouldn't that be awesome?" "Yes," I said. "And Mom and Grandma would be upstairs all the time!" Kitten gushed. "Wouldn't that be crazy? Me with all of that hard cock inside of me? I'd need a big pair of socks in my mouth to keep me quiet for that!" "Hope they would be sound asleep," I opined. "Maybe they would be in bed together," Kitten said. "That's a good one." "They have been, you know. Right?" "What?" "My Mom and Grandma," Kitten replied. "You didn't know about that?" "What are you talking about?" I said, the silliness of it making me chuckle. "Back right after I was born," Kitten explained. "Grandma used to take Mom to this Renaissance Fair..." "Out in Sterling," I butted in, remembering how I used to dread having to go to the thing as well as being happy when my wife started to take Kitten's Mom in my place. "I remember." "Mom said that one year Grandma got in bed with her," Kitten said. "Seduced her, according to Mom, but I don't think it took too much. Guess they did it every year until recently. I think my Mom has a girlfriend on the side now." "Sonofabitch," I mumbled, thinking about my Olive Oyl look-alike daughter with another woman, especially my wife! "Funny thing was that my Mom always warned me about being alone with Grandma while I was growing up," Kitten giggled. "She never warned me about you though." "Or your father apparently," I mused. "Don't tell me Betty ever did anything to you." "No," Kitten said. "She has watched me getting dressed and undressed a few times over the years though, and if she ever did come on to me - I don't know. She's got big boobies. I think that's what turned my Mom on." "Look," I said after hearing Betty come into the house, which reminded me that I had a mess to clean up. "I have to go. We'll talk again after you get settle in school." "And I'll keep you informed about the other thing," Kitten said. "Maybe when you come visit for the holidays we can play in the family room, just the the 3 of us?" "We'll see," I said, and as I wiped up my seed from the floor I thought about everything I had learned over the last week. Before, I had always looked at myself as an aging grandfather who had the occasional wayward thought, but would never act upon any of those perverted thoughts with anyone, certainly not with a member of the family. Last week I had thought my granddaughter was a immature little girl as pure as the driven snow but who had turned out to be a horny young woman who loved getting fucked in the ass. Before, my son was a pious fool prone to proselytizing but instead was a incestuous sodomite, and his plain librarian wife had turned out to be a closet lesbian. And my wife! Betty had admitted to me that she had a fling with a girl when she was young, but the thought that my wife had cheated on me had never occurred to me. Did it disgust me? If it was with a guy, it would have, but the thought of Betty with her daughter was erotic in ways I can't explain. A lot more interesting than those lesbian astronauts in that movie I had watched with Kitten, and for the rest of the day I looked at my wife differently. That night in bed, I was startled when a hand went into the fly of my pajamas, a hand that wasn't mine, and after Betty pulled my cock out and started pulling on it she whispered, "Still in the mood? Now that we're home in our own bed..." "Don't know if I can get it up," I said, with the load I had popped in the computer room making it 6 times in 5 days, which was over a year's worth in recent times. "I'll bet you can," Betty said. "After being around Kitten all week you sure seemed revved up. I saw the way you looked at her." "She's a cute kid," I said as I reached over and began kneading Betty's breasts though her nightgown. "She doesn't seem to have anything like these though. Takes after her Mom I guess." "Nothing wrong with that," Betty said. "A lot of men find small busted women attractive." Women too, I wanted to say, but bit my tongue while I pulled Betty's nightie off, the thought that Kitten's mother had played with these same jugs exciting me a lot. "I agree," I said. "Ellen is attractive too, in her own way," Betty said in reference to her former conquest. "Her breasts are even smaller than Kitten's are." "That so? How would you know that?" "Mmm... you're hard already," Betty said without answering my question, and I had discovered how wet she already was. "What got you hard, thinking about Kitten, Ellen, or me?" "Yes," I answered as I mounted my wife and prepared to do my best to put her through the headboard while trying to pretend that the loose pussy I was in belonged to Kitten instead. Funny thing was, I thought while thrusting deep into my wife, that maybe the same type of women that turned me on had also gotten Betty aroused, and that was alright by me. How many years had we thrown away instead of making each other happy with another woman sharing our bed? *** thanks for reading