I had been awake for about half an hour, simply lying in bed and recounting the events of the night before.
Sometimes, reality and dreams mix, and the true circumstances become clouded. Did I dream that I made love to my granddaughter last night? Did I dream that her mother was there encouraging her all the way? I had a few drinks, so was I imagining it all?
"Hi Pop, I've made you a coffee," Cathy said breezily as she slowly entered my bedroom cautious not to spill the hot beverage.
There before me was my beautiful, naked granddaughter and my doubts were dispelled. Last night
did
happen, and in the clarity of the next day, I wondered, had I overstepped the mark, had I somehow damaged the amazing relationship that existed between us.
"Thank you, honey," I said as I sat up in bed, naked as well, but feeling no need to cover up. Cathy sat on the bed beside me.
"Pop, I hardly slept a wink last night," Cathy admitted, "I could only think of you, and how much I love you and how special it was making love to you. I never thought that I could experience such strong emotions. I just hope you feel the same, please Pop, don't think that I am some slutty person..."
Cathy's voice trailed off and she looked away from me. I put my coffee down and took her by the hand.
"Cathy darling, I would never think that way of you. I love you and your mother with all of my heart. What happened last night was fantastic. We are family and it was us showing our love for each other. It was pure and it was natural," I explained, hopefully allaying her fears.
"Ohhh Poppy!" Cathy gushed as she through her arms around me. "You don't know how relieved I am! I was so scared that I had spoiled everything."
I held her tight, her warm, soft skin pressed against me unlocked my paternal or is that grandpaternal instincts, to protect and care for those that I love. My pride for my granddaughter was palpable and I didn't want to let her go. But flesh on flesh unleashes the most primal of human instincts. I could feel my cock swelling, and I did nothing to distract myself from it happening. There would be no shame to expose my needs and desires to her, no shame in her responses. Our family had moved to a new level of sexual openness, a state where we could be free to follow our urges, with honesty and respect.
Cathy broke her hold with me and sat up. She was sitting exactly opposite my groin and my rock hard cock only inched from her hand.
"Oh Pop, last night we sat naked and we chatted and we drank and it felt just so natural. I saw your cock and I thought, is it right that I wanted to touch it; and surely wrong to want it inside me. But the longer we sat there the more I wanted it. I knew that if it happened, it would bring us closer and that is exactly what happened."
Cathy reached across and took my cock in her hand. Slowly she rubbed it.
"It's amazing Pop, this is the cock that made my mother. It's different to just any cock that I have seen before. Your cock is part of me, I'm here because of it. How can it not be something that I want, crave, adore, How could I not want it in me, giving me pleasure. I'm young, I know, but sex with other boys was just fun. Something that happened and was over and I never gave it another thought, but Pop, with you, it was the most intense emotional experience. I need it, not just want it," Cathy declared, her heart open for the world to see.
Cathy moved on top of me, throwing a leg either side of my prone body. Taking my cock in her hand, she eased it inside her, parting her labia with my swollen head and gently lowering her steaming, moist pussy onto me.
Slowly and rhythmically she pumped, gripping my dick with her strong vaginal muscles. Still pumping she moved forward and her hands rested on my shoulders, her breasts swaying seductively close to my face. I reached up and took one glorious orb in each hand and embraced it firmly, my fingers rolling those soft fleshy mounds. Her nipples grew and I was able to lift my face and take one into my mouth, sucking it voraciously, flicking it with my tongue and gently nibbling on it.
Our passions were rising, our breaths coming in short bursts. I could feel Cathy's juices flood over my cock, drenching it and flowing down my thigh. She sat bolt upright, tightening her pussy around my rock hard cock, as she sensed her orgasm about to erupt. In seconds, my cock was seized with her shuddering contractions as she came powerfully. I could hold back no longer and I held her thighs and spewed my seed deep into her quivering pussy. Load after load of hot sticky cum filled her and mixed with her own juices cascading over the both of us.
Cathy collapsed onto my chest and as our bodies shook, we held each other tightly, the deep passion forging us as one.
"I love you Pop," Cathy whispered in my ear. I whispered the same back to her.
We lay there revelling in the after glow of our fervour. We could hear stirrings coming from Betty's bedroom. Cathy lifted herself off me.
"Well Pop, you better get cracking, you are going to be late for work," she cheekily said as she sashayed out of my bedroom. She was some special girl.
I strolled into the kitchen and there was Betty naked, preparing food at the bench. I came up behind her and held her around the waist,
"Good morning, darling," I said.
Turning around, Betty planted a kiss on my lips. "And good morning to you too dad," she cried. "I'm just about to have some WeetBix, care for some?"
"Yes, please," I replied, going to the fridge and getting out the orange juice and pouring two glasses.
"I spoke to Cathy earlier," I said, "I wanted to make sure she was all good with what happened last night. It was all a bit sudden, but she said she was totally okay with it all. She said how special it was. I can't tell you how happy I am that she feels that way."
"Oh dad, me too. I was a bit worried. But I have never felt closer to the both of you," Betty explained, "this is a new chapter in our lives and we are both on board for it one hundred percent."
I smiled as I reached out and took Betty's hand in mine. We pressed firmly, a sign of the resolution that would bind us as we progressed with our new relationship.
I quickly finished breakfast and showered so as not to be too late for work. Reluctantly, I kissed both girls goodbye as they waved me off. Already, I was thinking about finishing work and coming home to enjoy the evening.
"Another hot one coming up mum," Cathy declared, closing the door behind her. "Do you think that we can go to Cobblers?"
"Sure honey, why not, I'd love that," Betty replied enthusiastically. "I've got a few things to do first, what say we leave in about an hour."
"Fine by me mum, got some stuff to do myself," Cathy replied as she headed to her bedroom.
What Cathy had in mind was a bit of personal grooming. Running her hand over her pussy, she noted the stubble there and her legs needed a shave too, so it was off to the shower with a new razor in hand. Had she time, she would have gone to a salon for a wax, as it lasted longer and as a side benefit, she enjoyed the intimacy of a female touching her there, even if it was a little painful.
Stepping into the shower, Cathy rinsed her pussy, reluctantly washing away her grandfather's seed. The shower was in fact positioned over the bath, so it was easy to lift a leg and place it on the rim of the bath to shave your legs, which Cathy did in long careful strokes. She then lathered up her pussy and in short, gentle strokes, glided the sharp razor over the growth, leaving behind a glorious smooth soft skin. Finished, she dried off and rubbed in some aloe vera lotion, ensuring that there would be no razor burn and her pussy would remain itch free. She looked admiringly in the mirror at her handiwork. There was nothing she liked better than a hairless cunt and it was a pleasure, not just for her, but any other person lucky to find their way down there.
Cathy then headed to the kitchen and placed a few drinks in the cooler, along with a few pieces of fruit. She was ready to go and her final act, once her mother was ready was to throw on a simple sundress, a light, thin cotton number, that left her feeling virtually naked, which basically she was without the need for underwear.
"OK, let's go," cried Betty, her jobs complete and ready to hit the beach.
Half an hour later, they pulled up at the beach car park. Being midweek, it was nowhere near as crowded as the last time, so parking was easy, before a quick stroll down the path to the beach. There were people scattered the length and breadth of the sand as well as three boats anchored off the shoreline. There was plenty of space to throw their towels down and in minutes, they were naked and applying sunscreen to their bodies.
"Here, mum, let me help you," Cathy volunteered, as her mother turned her back to her. Cathy squeezed a good amount onto her mother's shoulders and it dribbled down her back. She rubbed it in diligently, and then poured some more into her hands and applied it to her bottom.
"Spread your legs, mum," Cathy demanded and she rubbed the lotion starting at the top of her thigh, perilously close to her pussy, then moved down the leg to her ankle, then repeated the procedure on the other leg.
"Turn around mum and I'll do your front for you," an emboldened Cathy said.
Betty was more than happy to comply. The touch of her daughter was exhilarating and her hands were soft and smooth and they glided effortlessly over her body. Face to face, Cathy oozed the sunblock onto her mother's boobs and sensuously rubbed it in. Betty's erect nipples betrayed her enjoyment of the entire process. Boobs adequately protected, Cathy took another handful and applied it to Betty's firmly muscled stomach. Spreading her legs was Betty's silent invitation to Cathy to rub the lotion into her pussy, which she proceeded to do with great care.
