A short story about a man who tried to be a good grandfather...
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"Maggie - please don't," Oliver Taylor said as he took the last step backwards before he was up against the wall of the guest room of his daughter's house, and as he looked into the eyes of his daughter's only child all he could think of is what his late wife had often said.
"Young people today," Agatha would often say, shaking her head and going tsk-tsk when confronted by the actions of the latest generation, and while Oliver was more tolerant of the changing times, he knew what she had meant.
But this? Who would have ever expected things to come to this? Oliver certainly hadn't, not when he had taken his daughter Connie up on her offer to spend the summer at her home. The way she explained it to him, it was perfect, because not only would she not have to worry about him being alone in that big house of his, it was also a great way for him to spend time with his family.
Daughter Connie had also mentioned that he could also help her keep an eye on her daughter Maggie, who she had said "could be quite a handful at times".
Oliver wondered if his daughter knew how right she had been, because she might have known that Maggie had a dirty mouth and dressed in clothes way too revealing for an 18 year old to wear, but Oliver was certain that she had no idea how wild she really was.
Maggie had been waiting for him when he got out of the shower that morning, and had followed him right into his bedroom, where her lewd comments and provocative behavior had reached new depths.
"Relax, Grandpa," Maggie said as she looked into his eyes, and it was another sign of how things had changed that Oliver's granddaughter was about the same height as his 5'7". "We're just playing."
"Please," Oliver pleaded as he felt his granddaughter's hand between his legs.
Having parted the opening of the bathrobe, Maggie was fumbling with the damp towel around his mid-section, and then had simply tugged it down and was now having her way with him.
"Got a little one, huh Grandpa?" Maggie giggled as she grabbed his limp manhood and began to pull on it. "That's okay. I don't mind. Sure is rubbery."
"You're touching my privates! What if..."
"She won't be back for a couple more hours," Maggie said as she yanked on his cock, and then giggled again when she let go of his member and reached lower. "Ooh. Big balls, Grandpa. You like this?"
Oliver groaned as his granddaughter's hand began to squeeze and twist the low-hanging sac, and when she saw his reaction her hand grew even more animated.
"Can you still get it up, Grandpa?" Maggie asked. "You take Viagra?"
"No," Oliver said.
"No you can't get hard, or no Viagra?" Maggie asked.
"Your Grandma is gone - why would I take something?" Oliver gasped as Maggie's hand went back to his manhood and started to yank away.
"Still want to get laid though, don't you? You do like what I'm doing to your cock, Grandpa," Maggie said as she felt his organ began to respond. "Want to see my tits? You've spent enough time staring at them since you got here."
Oliver shook his head no, and was tempted to say that she was the one giving him enough peeks over the last 24 hours to last a lifetime, but she was already yanking her t-shirt over her head, and after throwing it aside reached down and grabbed her grandfather's hands and put them on her cantaloupe-sized breasts, which hadn't been shielded by a brassiere for a second since he had arrived.
"You do like my tits, don't you Grandpa?" Maggie said as she helped the old weathered hands knead the firm globes, and she cackled after she noticed that her grandfather's hand were soon playing with her breasts on their own, her plump nipples throbbing and firm. "Thought you would - hey - your cock's getting hard."
They both looked down as Maggie's hand stroking what had become a long slender prong, and Oliver shook his head and tried to pull away, but couldn't. It wasn't because the senior citizen was being overpowered because he wasn't, it was because it felt so good.
"Want to see my pussy, Grandpa?" Maggie was asking. "Here - stroke your cock while I get these off. Keep it hard."
"There - like my pussy, Grandpa?" Maggie was saying after yanking her panties.
"It's - it doesn't have any hair around it," Oliver stammered as she looked at the smooth mound his granddaughter was rubbing, and then Maggie was grabbing his free hand and bringing it down between her legs.
"You like it like this, Grandpa?" Maggie cackled. "Feel how smooth it is? We just shaved each other - Kelly and me - remember the redhead that I was talking with outside before? We like to shave each others pussies - gets us hot. Bet you would have liked to watch that. Wanna know what we do afterward?"
"Maggie..."
"Feel how wet I am, Grandpa?" Maggie moaned. "My cunt is fucking dripping. Really need it, Grandpa. Need it now!"