Hi, my name is Skyler. I am nineteen years old and in love with my grandfather. Mom and I have lived with Grandpa since Grandma died ten years ago. Grandpa John loves his cars. He has always had fast, sleek, beautiful cars of all kinds.
Living out in the sticks, there was nothing better to do, so I hung out with Grandpa. He taught me about cars and tools. In high school, I was very popular with the boys because I knew my way around a car. I went to tech school and graduated at the top of my class in automobile technologies.
I'm now a manager for a national auto parts supply chain. Guys love that I know what I'm talking about. Many are surprised to learn of my extensive knowledge.
I still help Grandpa John work on his cars. Anyhow, this is where the story takes on a new twist. I have always loved Grandpa. He is my hero and adoptive dad. More than once, while walking into the garage, I found him on a creeper under one of his beloved cars.
Nothing unusual in and of itself, but Grandpa often does not wear underwear, and the pant legs of his shorts give a clear view of his large, limp penis and hairy nut sack. On these occasions, I would stand there and talk to Grandpa as I stared at his junk.
I'm no virgin; as one might imagine, my popularity also got me additional interest from the young men in the area. I lost my virginity shortly after my eighteenth birthday at a barn party. I'm not a slut; I've only been sexually involved with two guys.
Anyhow, staring at Grandpa's junk was stirring things up between my legs. I wanted so much to reach down and cup his cock and nuts in my hand. I wanted to express my love by giving him some sexual relief. I know Grandpa has seen a few women since Grandma died, but I'm sure he hasn't been laid much.
Since the first time I saw his junk, I made it a point to go into the garage in hopes of staring at his package again and again. Afterward, I would go into the house to my room and rub my clitoris until I creamed my panties.
Casually, a little at a time, I would wear dresses or skirts and get close enough for Grandpa to see up them when he would come out from under his cars. Low-cut tops would catch his eye as I leaned over to give him a wrench or other tools.
Yes, I would cocktease him, as the other guys would say. Boy, did it work! I noticed the tenting of his shorts whenever he got a good eyeful of me. I would act as if I did not notice, but my twat would heat up and itch for relief.
I started wearing shorts with no underwear. That really got to Grandpa. He would casually ask me to help him under the car and then find an excuse to get out from under it. I would play along, and once he was out from under the car, I would spread my legs enough to allow him an unobstructed view of my lady parts.
That would do it. That would bring his cock to full attention, as if it were a soldier saluting me. I was careful not to let him know that I was aware of his situation. Gawd, many times I just wanted to take his fly down and play with his cock until it exploded in my hands.
I dreamed of licking and sucking his cock while I fingered my cunt. I even dreamed of climbing on his lap and settling on his cock as it pushed into my twat. Lately, I have been obsessed with these taboo thoughts. The very nature of social taboos makes those thoughts that much more exciting.
One day, I came home early and parked my car out by the pole barn. I went in and found that Grandpa wasn't there. I headed to the house. Once inside, I heard moaning. Scared, I moved toward the noise, and then I heard Mom. Mom was moaning too. I heard her tell Grandpa, "Yes, like that, harder."
I froze, listening to both of them. Then I crept up to Grandpa's bedroom, where the door was ajar. Inside, on the bed, were Mom and Grandpa. They were both naked, and Grandpa was busy plunging in and out of my mom's twat.
My grandpa was fucking my mom! His daughter! He was pounding her twat like a jackhammer pounding concrete. She was grunting and moaning with her legs wrapped around his torso, and I could clearly see his hard cock plundering my mother's twat.
Mom rolled Grandpa over and straddled him. She reached down and centered his hard cock on her twat, lowering herself on it as he lifted his ass, plunging into her depths. My mind went into sexual overload. I shoved my hand into my crotch and rubbed my twat.
Fuck! My mother is boning my grandfather. Neither one of them was aware of my presence. Neither were aware of my overheated cunt being fingered by my own hand as I watched their sexual pleasure play out.
Mom then blurted out, "Yes, Dad, fill me up." "Fill your daughter with your cum."
I stood there in shock as I witnessed my grandfather dumping his sperm into my mother's receptive, willing cunt. Then I heard Mom say, "We've got to get dressed, Dad." "Skyler will be home soon."
