Part 1
My mom is the greatest. She raised my two older sisters and I without the aid of a husband. Mom and dad went their separate ways not long after I was born and I always longed for the guidance and love of a father figure.
I'm Carly, the youngest of the brood. At 24, I'm quite a head-turner. I am proud of my good looks but I try not to act conceited or stuck up.
Actually, I have done a bit of modeling for local periodicals, department store layouts and a couple of bikini photo shoots. Photographers tell me they prize me for my long, sculpted legs, nice breasts and firm, round ass.
I never lacked for attention from the guys but I never got seriously involved with anyone. Mom raised me from an early age to take my time with boys and not to rush into anything permanent. Mom always taught us girls that young guys just wanted one thing whereas older men were much more mature and had their act together. I guess that's why I always flirted with my girlfriend's fathers. Not flirting in a sexual way, but I always liked the attention from successful men who had lived a few years and had a more mature outlook on life.
A few years back, I got into a really bad relationship with a cute guy my same age. Things were great at first, the sex with Jim was incredible but we soon realized we had little in common. His drinking became a problem and his behavior became increasingly hostile. It all came to a head one night when I came home after an innocent night out with the girls. Jim had been drinking heavily and he threatened to beat me up.
I called my Mom from a friend's house that night and the very next morning, she and my grandfather came to my rescue. They helped me load my things into Grandpa's truck and Mom drove me to her place. I was always grateful to the both of them for getting me out of there before something bad happened to me. Mom was so understanding and consoling. I could never get a good read on Grandpa. I always got the feeling that he was disappointed in me, although he never said anything to me about it. I haven't been in a serious relationship since.
Living back home with mom was fun. She has a great job and a wide circle of interesting friends. Even though they were a generation older than me, I was often invited along for one of the girl's nights out that became legendary. I felt right at home with these women, most were married but they needed an outlet from work and children. I tagged along sometimes and always drew lots of male attention.
Even though I wasn't dating, sex was always a priority for me so masturbation became my only option. I had a large variety of vibrators and dildos for both of my holes. I played with myself at least once a day and usually more. Oh well, it was an outlet and it staved off the boy craving. I wasn't interested in another toxic affair like the last one so self- pleasure was a wonderful release.
Summer was fast approaching and I hadn't found a steady job. One morning while I was sitting at the breakfast table, Mom sat down for a cup of coffee before she left for work.
"Honey, Grandma and Grandpa want to see you. Since you've been home, you haven't spent much time with them. They're beginning to wonder if there is something wrong."
"Oh no, mom, its not like that at all."
I really adore my grandparents|. Grandpa Richard and Grandma Eileen helped out so much especially after mom's divorce. They were like a rock we could always count on. Grandma is a retired schoolteacher and Grandpa is semi-retired from a construction company he built from the ground up. He still has a few business interests that keep him busy.
"I just, well, I feel so guilty about Grandpa having to help you bail me out of that bad situation with Jim. I guess I feel a little ashamed." I admitted.
"Carly, no, its not like that at all. Your grandparents love you and they think the world of you. You should call them today and arrange to stay with them for a couple of weeks."
Three days later, Mom drove me the fifty miles to Grandpa and Gramma's place. Grandma greeted me at the front door with a warm hug.
"Grandpa's up in his study. Why don't you run upstairs and give him a hug."
I ran up the stairs to Grandpa's study, a large room at the top of the stairs. Grandpa was sitting at his desk working at the computer so I ran over to him and put my arms around his big, strong shoulders and gave him a big kiss on his cheek Grandpa is an imposing man with a broad chest, wide shoulders and big, powerful hands. His thinning grey hair was always well groomed. At 6'3" he cuts quite a figure. His sun-scoured complexion belies his early years when he worked on construction gangs. You can easily tell he is 63 years old.
As he returned my kiss, I felt his big strong hand on my arm. My, he really does have strong hands. I could imagine those big powerful hands taking control of a woman. It made me feel a little warm down there.
"Hello Carly. Long time, no see." That was so typical for him. He always had some kind of off- hand remark that kept him aloof. The two big picture windows in his study let in the afternoon summer light.
"Granddad, are you happy to see me?"
"Absolutely dear," he said, hardly looking up from his computer.
." I think Eileen has some fun in mind for the two of you," he continued, not looking up from his computer.
"What about you? Don't you want to have some fun with us, too?" I asked.
"Sure Carly, I just have business plan to finish within the next few days but I do know the three of us are going to the lake tomorrow." He said unemotionally.
I hadn't been to the lake with Gran and Gramps since I was a little kid. Those were some of the happiest days of my life and I looked forward to reconnecting not only with my grandparents but also with a more innocent time of my life.
The day at the lake was great, it was nice to be back at a place that held so many wonderful memories for me. I wore short shorts that hardly covered my tight ass and a top that let my pear-shaped breasts almost fall out. I could see grandpa eyeing me when he thought I wasn't looking. That was cool with me Lots of men had that reaction to me so it was no big deal. Actually, I was delighted my granddad, under that icy exterior, just might be human after all. I hoped so, because Grandpa and I had never been as close as I wanted. I never had a true father figure and I wanted to warmth and support of a strong man.
The next morning Grandma was out taking a walk and I did not see Grandpa around anywhere. I called for him but got no reply. I walked into the master bedroom and heard the shower running. The bathroom door had a full- length mirror that gave me an unobstructed view of the shower. Just then, Grampa pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out, stark naked. He couldn't see me but I could see his powerful barrel chest. Something else caught my eye. I looked down to see his gorgeous nine inch cock. Not only was it long, it was thick with a big mushroom head.
I almost feinted. My heart skipped a beat. I had never seen such a beautiful cock in all my life. I could not believe how lucky Grandma is to have that cock laying beside her every night in bed. I wondered how many times a week they did it.
I stumbled back down the hallway, a hot sensation between my legs. My hands trembled as I wondered what it would be like to have that huge cock take control of me. I didn't even stop to think at the time that the dick I was fantasizing about belonged to my grandfather.
Back in my room, I closed the door and lay on the bed and rubbed my pussy thorough the fabric of my pants. I hadn't masturbated since I'd been there and as luck would have it, I forgot to bring a vibrator.
I figured Grandpa would get dressed and go up to his study, as usual. I put on my shortest and tightest pair of shorts and a green halter-top to show off my boobs to good advantage.
