This is the third installment of a fictional relationship between a 61 year old man and his 18 year old granddaughter. If this story line offends you, please do not read any further.
In the first episode, Molly had managed to lure her grandfather into some intimate fun. In the second episode Ed paid a visit to Molly's room in the middle of the night, and got to taste her for the first time.
This episode deals with the Tuesday night a week following their first intimacy, when Molly had made a nervous Ed promise that they would be much more intimate the next week. Next week is now here.
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Chapter 1. Get out the door already.
Tuesday night had arrived, and the tension filled the dining room, or at least my corner of it. Ethel was oblivious to it all, of course, and filled the air with inane chatter about some cover-all that she had almost won the week before at bingo.
Molly seemed not a bit nervous either, and kept her grandmother going by peppering her with questions about the stupid game, pretending that she gave a damn about it.
"You should come with me some week Molly," Ethel suggested. "You'd have a lot of fun - we all do. It's mostly us ladies, but there's a few men there too. Some men like to do things with their wives."
Zing! Another barb directed at me by the old bag, who rarely passed on the opportunity to jab at me, this time aimed at my lack of interest in sitting in a school cafeteria with a bunch of old biddies and yelling at an even older geezer to draw their numbers. I had gone once a long time ago to make her happy, and swore that would be the last time.
"Some men must be morons," I muttered under my breath, and passed on the opportunity to repeat myself when prompted to by Ethel.
I didn't want to prolong the agony of waiting by getting into it with Ethel, and only wanted her to get out the door as fast as possible. The clock seemed to be going in slow motion as well.
Molly was now playing footsie with me under the table, rubbing my calf with her toes, and if she wasn't so short and was able to reach my crotch from across the table, I had no doubt she'd be doing it. I smiled in recognition at her antics and asked Molly to pass the butter.
"What are you two planning on doing?" Ethel asked.
"I dunno. Maybe watch a movie or something," I suggested.
"Well, just remember that there will be someone else in the audience with you when you pick one out," Ethel snorted, and I nodded while resisting the urge to jump up and punch her lights out once and for all.
I was never able to understand why some men get violent with their wives, but after the last few years of being tormented by this dried-up drone I was beginning to realize how some men break under the pressure. Not justifying it, mind you, but just understanding.
Ethel's film jab had been aimed at her finding my porn stash of movies a couple years back. I begged her to watch one with me, in hopes that it would kindle something inside of Ethel - something that had been gone for a long time.
What it kindled was rage, because even though I had selected a tame soft X movie without anything graphic in it, after ten minutes she jumped off the couch and started screaming at me.
"How dare you bring that filth into our home!" I remember her screaming at me, waving that fat ham of an arm wildly as she shrilled on.
"You must be some kind of pervert to spend your money on vile filth like this," she continued. "Then you show how little respect you have for me by insisting I watch it with you. You're going straight to hell Ed, but don't try and drag me down with you!"
Too late for that, I remember saying, because I was already there, but that didn't stop her from going on and on that night. I recall finally tuning her out when she started quoting scripture at me, and I resisted reminding her of some of the crazy stuff we had done in our younger days, back when we were in love.
"Did you hear what I said?" Ethel snapped at me, breaking me out of my daydreaming about the bad not-so-old days.
"Huh? What? Watch out for what movies we watch. Yes dear," I said in my best W.C. Fields imitation, and thinking how I used to find it so funny when it was someone else being henpecked.
"If you had been listening, you would have heard me tell you that I have to drive this week, because Betty's car is in the shop," Ethel apparently repeated.
"Fine," I answered, and knowing what a rotten driver she was gave me reason to hope that she would run into a tree or something. It would be worth sacrificing our new car for such an event.
Molly helped Ethel with the dishes as I busied myself by taking out the trash, all the while counting the minutes until Ethel's departure, and figuring in that she would have to leave a little earlier because she was driving, and would be home a little later. All the better, as it would give me a few more minutes with Molly.
Chapter 2. Ethel's departure.
Finally, Ethel gathered her bingo crap together; her special markers, her lucky charms (including a real horsehoe - I kid you not), her stuffed animals and all the other nonsense and headed out the door. I raised my head up from the newspaper and grunted a goodbye as the door slammed behind her.
I listened for the car engine to start, and heard the crunching sound of the tires backing up through the gravel driveway before jumping up and looking out the window and watching the beautiful sight of Ethel driving down the road.
I raced into the kitchen looking for Molly, and not seeing her there flew up the stairs faster than I had ever done before and headed for Molly's room. There she was, laying on her back as naked as a jaybird, hands behind her head and smiling when I charged in.
"What took you so long Grandpa Ed?" Molly said teasingly as I began unbuttoning my shirt as fast as I could, tossing it over in the corner.
"Thought she would never leave," I muttered as my trousers fell to the floor and I jumped out of them.
"Slow down Grandpa Ed," Molly said. "We've got lots of time. Leave your boxers on for me. I like to take them off myself. Besides, there's something you gotta do first, remember?"
Molly nodded over to the night stand, where the can of shaving cream sat next to a fresh razor, and so I dutifully knelt beside her bed and grabbed the equipment.
"Take your time Grandpa Ed," Molly instructed me. "That really turned me on last week. You liked it too, didn't you?"
"Yes," I managed to croak, as I shook the can and stared at Molly's armpit, noting the tiny patch of fuzz that had grown in the past week, barely visible to the naked eye.
"You ever do this to Grandma Ethel?" Molly asked, and I rolled my eyes at the thought. "That would take you quite a while, because she's really hairy. Reminds me of my best bud Angie. One time we shaved each other all over, and it took me forever."
"You and your friend Angie shaved each other?"
"Yeah, all over," Molly said. "She's so hairy that it took me forever to shave her, especially her bush."
"You mean you shaved each other's..."
"Pussies," Molly said. "You reminded me of her last week when you licked my underarm after you shaved it, just like she did."
"She did? What - why?"
"Well, that's not all she licked," Molly said while making a face. "That bother you, me getting it on with a girl?"
"Well, I don't know. No, I guess not," I said as I pictured Molly and a girl going at it just like in the movies, and I bent over a little bit to adjust my cock which had run out of room in my boxers after listening to Molly.
"Good, because I like it a lot," Molly said. "Maybe Angie can come up and visit me before the summer is over and you could watch us get it on with each other. Maybe you could join in, because Angie has a real thing for big cocks like yours. Me, I like them all, big or small."
Sweat was rolling down my face and down my sides and I squirted some shaving cream in my palm before rubbing it under Molly's arm.
"Mmmmm... that feels so good," Molly said as I massaged the foam into her stubble. "Is your cock hard right now Grandpa Ed?"
"Very," I said softly.
"Oooooh!" Molly said as the razor slid through the faint growth with ease. "I loved it when you came into my room the other night and went down on me. You were so good at it. Almost as good as Angie is."
I tried to say something but could only make a gargling sound as I slid the razor back through for no reason other than the thrill of it, before wiping the residue from her underarm and inspecting my work.
"Smooth Grandpa?" Angie said, and on cue I bent over and raked my tongue up and down the moist hollow, feeling no trace of anything but smooth and softly scented skin, as Molly shuddered beneath me.
Molly spun herself around so that her feet were on the headboard and I began the meticulous process on the other side.
"Did you like it when I came into your room afterward Sunday night and gave you head?" Molly asked as I tried to see what I was doing despite the sweat flowing down into my eyes.
"Yes."
"I wish I could have done better, but your cock is so big I couldn't even get half of it in my mouth, Molly said.
"It was wonderful," I said as I checked my work with my tongue and got the familiar response from Molly.
"You really want to make love to me, don't you Grandpa Ed?" Molly asked, and I nodded affirmatively in response. "I can tell because I can see how excited you are, and the way you look at me. See how hard my nipples are?"
I reached over and rubbed the little pegs with my fingers, feeling their taut pebbly texture.
"I'm already wet for you Grandpa Ed, want to see?" Molly asked while swiveling around and lifting her leg over my head, leaving me facing Molly's pussy.
The scarity of hair made it easy to see her opening was glistening, and I kissed the tender opening while dipping my tongue inside of Molly, and my licking soon had Molly squealing. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet or smelled as erotic as that delicate valley between my Molly's parted thighs that night.
