Paul Barker was of two minds about his daughter moving back into the family home after finally giving up on her no-good bum of a husband. He and his wife, Jessie, had expressed strong doubts at the time, but the headstrong 18 year old had eloped and run off to Reno and, when they returned, it was too late for their cooler heads to prevail. She was married, and had already been pregnant. The baby girl, whom the proud parents named Christine, was born six months after the elopement.
No honest person could say Janice, Paul and Jessie's daughter, didn't really try to make the union work, but her husband was impossible. He was handsome; not even her father would deny that, but lazy and totally good for nothing. He never held a job for more than a few weeks, and the most strenuous thing he did during the entire time they were married was to repeatedly lift cans of beer, all paid for by his wife, to his mouth. His beer drinking was often accompanied by sitting in his easy chair and watching pornographic videos on the television, which also cost Janice a big part of her earnings.
Fortunately for all concerned, they only had that one child. One spring day, after almost 18 years of abuse of all kinds, the bum cleaned out what little amount of money his wife had been able to squirrel away in the bank and ran off with a chippie he met in a bar. So broke she couldn't pay the next month's rent even on the cheap apartment they lived in, Janice gave up and moved herself and her daughter back into the big house where she had grown up and which still held many happy memories.
Paul, a widower by then, was happy to have his daughter finally come to her senses, of course, but he had some misgivings about his granddaughter. She was a beautiful 17 year old girl, and seemed to take after her father more than her mother, both in appearance and behavior. She had the same dark hair and eyes, and her face had the same fine features and fair complexion. Both father and daughter were tall and robust but, in the case of Christine, her body was voluptuous, rather than muscular. What Paul did not like was her attitude, which was very much like her father's, had always been, that the world owed her a living. However, being his granddaughter, the girl was accepted by him and made to feel at home. He was even willing to splurge on her eighteenth birthday party a few months after she and her mother arrived.
There was something else about Christine that both distressed and pleased him. After her graduation from high school, she was accepted into a nearby state university and spent most of the warm summer days hanging out with friends or loafing around the house. While doing the latter, her attire was the briefest imaginable – tight cut-off t-shirts with no bra under them and Daisy Dukes, also with no undergarments. After her morning shower she always walked, slowly and totally nude, from the upstairs bathroom to her own room and smiled at her grandfather if his bedroom door was open and he was inside, even pausing to greet him and put her voluptuous body on display.
Paul was a normal man and, at almost sixty years old, retained much of his virility. The sight of the sexy naked or almost naked young woman had the effect one might expect. Besides arousing feelings of lust, they also aroused feelings of guilt. She was his granddaughter, for Pete's sake, and he was such a dirty old man to be looking with lust at her the way he couldn't help doing. At the same time, there had been little contact between Christine and himself when she was growing up, so he had never developed grandfatherly feelings toward her. To his libido, she was just a young hotsy who looked and acted as if she might be sexually available to him.
One morning, shortly after Janice had left for work, the relationship between Paul and his granddaughter took another turn. Having no reason to get up early, he usually slept in and, on that day, he was awakened by what seemed to be sounds of pain coming from Christine's room. Concerned about her, but not wanting to seem nosy, he tiptoed down the hall, peeked through her door, which was ajar, and beheld a remarkable sight. His granddaughter's succulent and completely naked body was lying atop her bed and, in her right hand, she held a dildo, which she was slowly plunging in and out of her pussy. Those moans had been of pleasure, not pain.
They were a pleasure to Paul too, and he watched his lovely granddaughter as she masturbated just a few feet in front of him. He knew he shouldn't be there, but he was too fascinated by the sight of her hairless pussy being pleasured by the big artificial cock and the sounds of joy it was eliciting from her to be able to leave. He watched her body thrashing about on the bed while her head rolled from side to side on her pillow as the sexy teenager's pussy fucked up to meet the toy in her hand. Paul could tell she was receiving far more carnal pleasure from that piece of plastic than her grandmother had allowed herself to get from him in all the years of their marriage.
He was receiving other pleasures too, not just visual. Christine's loud sounds of joy were a treat to his ears, and the aroma of her pussy was one of the most erotic experiences of his life. As he breathed in the delectable aphrodisiac, he was becoming highly aroused, and his cock seemed to be trying to tear a hole through his pajamas.
"I shouldn't be violating my granddaughter's privacy like this," he told himself, but his eyes remained fixed on the incredibly erotic sight before him.
It was obvious from the young woman's movements and noises she was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm and, even as Paul watched, she cried out in joy and started ramming her pussy even harder against the dildo. Her body swung from side to side, and she continued plunging the toy into her pussy, until she howled again, even more loudly than before. Her watching grandfather could see that all her muscles clenched and she bounced extra hard on her mattress, before totally relaxing with her arms sprawled at her sides and her legs spread with the dildo imbedded all the way to the handle in her pussy. The show was obviously over, and Paul was no longer mesmerized but, when he started to quietly walk back down the hall, he was stopped short by Christine's voice.
"I see you there, Grandpa. Don't try to walk away."
Paul turned and faced his granddaughter. Her eyes were open and her upper body was no longer flat on the bed, but was propped up on her elbows. Except for that, nothing was different. Christine's legs were still spread; the handle of the toy was still protruding from her pussy, and the delectable fragrance of her fresh juices was still wafting toward him.
"Why don't you come in here and join me, Grandpa. If you don't, I'll tell Mom you were spying on me."
He didn't want any problems with his daughter or, possibly, with the law, so Paul entered Christine's room. She made no effort to cover up or conceal her body at all, just lay there smiling up at him.
"Do you like my body?" she asked. "Do you think I'm sexy?"
