Brenda had made a slight change of plans on the eve of her visit, and according to Walter's wife Louise, Brenda was bringing her daughter Chelsea along because apparently she couldn't trust the newly turned 18 year old home alone for a whole week. While Chelsea was a studious and well-mannered girl, in her mother's words, "She's 18. Remember what I was like when I was 18?"
"You weren't so bad," Walter's wife assured Brenda, but Walter had only smiled and stayed silent because he knew a little different.
Chelsea had become quite a nice looking young woman, although nowhere near the woman her Mom had been at her age. Chelsea seemed like a work in process, although her pug nose and dimples made the mop-top adorable even though she was not the voluptuous vixen daughter Brenda had been back then.
Looking at the nubile girl during the first evening of their visit had inspired Walter to keep his wife awake a little later after turning in, and while that wasn't unusual for the couple even though they were in their sixties, Louise had been reluctant when Walter made his move.
"Be quiet though," Louise had warned Walter as she straddled him and put his stiff tool into her pussy. "Mustn't wake the kids."
Walter had stayed quiet as he let his still energetic wife do all the work, but when he saw the shadow at the bottom of the bedroom door he knew that one of their guests was already awake and listening to the bed creak and Louise grunt each time she impaled herself with him.
There used to be feet outside the door a lot when Brenda lived at home, and that thought had always turned him on, but there was no telling whose feet were now casting the shadows. His daughter or his granddaughter? Who was the curious one?
The next morning Louise tried to rope Walter into going to the city to shop at the mall with them, and since that was far from what he wanted to do he made up a story about promising a friend of his to help him do some sprucing up at the VFW Hall.
What he suspected he would end up doing would be visiting the club but instead of fixing things up he would end up knocking a few back and maybe shoot some pool with the guys, so he left in his car and Brenda was going to drive to the city with hers.
"What about Chelsea?" Louise asked Brenda as they followed Walter out the door.
"Chelsea said she's tired. Probably spent all night on her phone talking to her friends," Brenda said. "Besides, she spends a lot of time at the mall near us so it isn't a big deal for her."
Walter's ears pricked up at that but he just got in his car and waved goodbye, and after driving down the road in the direction of the VFW and seeing his wife and daughter going the other way, the senior citizen made a pit stop at the club, quickly knocking back a beer and a bump before heading right back home.
After Walter got back to his house he paused at the door and pondered whether Chelsea was napping or awake. A best case scenario would find her asleep in her bed in his daughter's old room, but an even better one would find the teen naked and toweling herself off after taking a shower.
It had been decades since Walter had used that peephole he fashioned that gave him a bird's-eye view of that bedroom, and the idea of actually getting to use it again was making his heart race as he entered the house slowly and went down the hall.
"No crime in looking," Walter muttered to himself as he headed to the closet that faced the bedroom. "She's 18."
In his heart Walter knew that he was making excuses for his deviant behavior just as he always had, as if a girl turning 18 made it okay to peek at them in their private sanctuary.
"I was a caring father and now I'm a grandfather who wants to see how his granddaughter is - how should I put this? Developing?" he snickered under his breath, hearing his thoughts as words making it even nastier that it was.
He would go to church with his wife to make up for this sin, he told himself, and vowed that he wouldn't drop off during the sermon either as he removed the piece of wood that hid the spyglass.
"Lead me not into temptation," he chuckled as he leaned into the wall and looked inside at the bedroom and the perfect view of the bed. Empty and unmade.
"Rats," Walter said as he replace the wood and eased back out into the hall and headed towards the living room where he suspected Chelsea would be watching TV or reading, but the room was dark.
There was a light on at the other end of the house, visible through the open door of their bedroom, and it wasn't like Louise to leave lights on either. Showing a remarkable ability to tread quietly despite his 5'10" and 165 pound frame, he made his way down the hall.
Naughty girl, he sighed when he saw his granddaughter snooping through in his bedroom. That must run in the family because Walter had done the very same thing to Chelsea's bedroom after they arrived yesterday and Louise has taken them out to see her garden.
Not wanting to get caught, he had made only a cursory look at Chelsea's things, long enough to see that his granddaughter had brought her own toothpaste, Crest Extra Whitening, her own deodorant, Dove go fresh, and learned that the sweet little thing wore a lightly padded 32B bra and size 4 panties.
Snooping in her grandparents bedroom, Chelsea wasn't going in the underwear drawer but was concentrating on the shelf and the drawer under the big screen TV, looking through the DVD's there.
The real movies like Casablanca and Citizen Kane were out in the living room though. The movies Chelsea was looking through were of a completely different nature, and Walter was surprised that Louise hadn't insisted he lock them up with company coming because as she would put it, "We don't want the family to think we're a couple of perverts."
Well that cat was out of the bag, and in Walter's mind it also cleared up any doubt about who was standing outside the door the night before. It had been sweet and innocent Chelsea, who was now wearing a pink tank-top with a bra underneath and green shorts that were short enough to show she had nice legs.
Walter enjoyed watching his granddaughter examining the porn without her knowing he was there, and he was pleased to see that his eyesight was still as sharp as ever because even from 10 feet or so he could see the faint blonde down on the backs of Chelsea's thighs.
All good things come to an end though because after he made a couple of steps inside the bedroom he hit that squeaky spot, and that set off a series of events.
"Finding anything interesting?" Walter asked as he made his presence known just as Chelsea was turning around, and his granddaughter let out a yelp that coincided with the DVD's she was holding going flying in the air as she did an excellent impression of a deer in the headlights.
"Sorry," Chelsea said as she scrambled to pick up the DVD's.
"There's movies in the living room - might even be some of your Mom's Care Bears VHS tapes somewhere too," Walter said as he bent down and helped Chelsea gather them up, not passing up the chance to peek down the open neck of the top to see much of what seemed to be perky handfuls of titties.
"Sorry Grandpa," Chelsea repeated, wincing when he took one of the ones from her.
"Lesbian Seductions," Walter read. "This something you're interested in?"
"No," Chelsea quickly replied. "I was just..."
"Curious? Curious Chelsea. That has a nice ring to it."
"I'm sorry. Please don't tell Mom about - this."
"Tell her about what?" Walter asked with a smile, setting the DVD's down and putting his hand on the soft skin of her shoulder. "No need to tell anybody anything is there? No harm done. Besides, your grandmother would be more upset than anybody."
"I dunno about that," Chelsea replied. "Mom and me lately? She's caught me doing - stuff I shouldn't do."
"It happens. So this is our secret. Just so you know, these movies aren't mine. They're ours," Walter confided. "Your Grandma and I may be old but we aren't square and we aren't dead."
"Then again," Walter added. "Whoever was outside the door eavesdropping last night could tell there's still life in us."
"Hey, it's okay," Walter added when Chelsea's shocked look was accompanied by her eyes filling up and nervous biting of her lower lip. "Really. There's nothing wrong with being curious."
"It's not right snooping. I do it at home sometimes to Mom," Chelsea admitted.
"Did she catch you?"
"Omigod no! She caught me - doing something else wrong."
"Oh, so you listened to your Mom and Dad when they were together?" Walter asked, and after his granddaughter nodded he asked, "Anybody since then?"
"A guy comes over sometimes," Chelsea said. "And then there's..."
"Go ahead. Secrets."
"There's a lady friend of hers," Chelsea said. "Mom had me call her Aunt Shirley but she's not really my aunt. She sleeps over sometimes in Mom's room."
"I see," he responded, and as he held up the Lesbian Seductions DVD wondered aloud, "Maybe your Mom would like to borrow this."
Chelsea let out a nervous grin and Walter had her sit on the edge of the bed with him after complaining about his back.
"Is that something you are into also?" Walter asked, but Chelsea didn't answer which may or may not have been an answer so he just said, "I know if I was a girl I sure would be."
"Boys always say that," Chelsea giggled, and her grandfather joined her even though his boyhood days were long ago and far away.
"Would you like to watch one of these?" he said, even offering to leave the room before saying, "There's a DVD player in your room. Feel free to take what you want."
"No, that's okay."
"Anything else you see in there that tickles your fancy?" her grandfather asked as he leaned over into the open drawer, and he pulled out a dildo of Louise's, an old ivory one. "You know what this is?"
"Course I do Grandpa," Chelsea replied, and then after a moment of silence added, "I have one at home."
"Yeah, a purple one but it isn't as big as that one."
"After you get married and have kids, you might find you need a bigger one," Walter suggested.
"That's what Mom caught me doing," his granddaughter confessed. "What I said before? I wasn't with a boy. She got home early and caught me - you know?"
"Embarrassing I bet, but it happens. She didn't get mad did she?"
"No, she just told me to close my door in the future."
"How about these?" Walter asked when he pulled out a pair of furry handcuffs.
"Purple. That's the same color as my - you know," Chelsea said with a chuckle. "They look soft."
"They are," Walter assured her and then added, "Here. Try them on. They come off easy."
His hands were trembling slightly as he snapped them on her pale wrists, and after his granddaughter wiggled her hands around she agreed that they were soft.
"And when you want them to come off, all you do is gently move your hands apart and say the secret word. Presto!"
"Presto!" Chelsea said as she followed the instructions.
"Try again," her grandfather suggested.
"That's funny," Walter said. "I wonder if your grandmother changed the secret word?"
"Presto!" Chelsea repeated with a concerned look on her face. "You said they come off easy."
"Whoops! Guess I was wrong," her grandfather said as he put her hand on her knee and softly rubbed the smooth shin. "Just kidding. Relax. We're just having fun."
"Your skin is so soft and smooth," Walter said as he moved his hand up her thigh a little. "When you get our age our skin feels nothing like this."
"Grandpa?" Chelsea said, seeming to weakly protest but judging by the way the teen's nipples were trying to burst through the blouse and the bra there was a part of her that liked it, and Walter noted that even though the girl's breasts might be small her nipples looked big.
"Just having fun aren't we honey? Secret fun," Walter told her as he looked around before spotting what he needed above the walk-in closet doors. "I have an idea. Why don't I pretend to punish you for snooping in my room?"
"Huh?" Chelsea said as she got led over in chains, and when her grandfather put her with her back to the closet he said, "Up we go."
Walter raised Chelsea's arms by the cuffs and put the chain between them over a nail and took a step back to look at his helpless granddaughter suspended there with her arms almost fully extended.
"Perfect. Doesn't hurt does it? It never hurt your Grandma," Walter said as he looked at the way her nipples thrust out even harder although the stretching made her breasts look smaller. "I bet the boys are crazy about you."
Chelsea shook her head as her grandfather took that step back towards her, and she gasped when his index fingers began to run circles around her nipples on the tank-top.
"I bet they're really sensitive."
"It's okay. Just relax. Is it hot in here?" Walter asked as he noted the arm holes of her blouse were damp, and Chelsea shivered when he ran the back of her fingers through her moist armpit and the tiny strip of peach fuzz in the center of the milky hollows. "Didn't shave I see. When's the last time you did?"
"Week or so," Chelsea mumbled as she kept twitching under the stroking.
"You're nothing like your Mom," Walter recalled. "When she was your age she got rebellious and stopped shaving for a summer and by August her armpits were hairier than mine. You only have a little peach fuzz under your arms. Do you like me touching you like this?"
"You - you're my grandfather."
"I know. I'm a caring grandfather who's punishing his granddaughter for being naughty, and although you won't admit it there's a part of you that likes this," Walter told her. "If I really wanted to punish you I would have snapped a picture of you snooping, or would just leave these cuffs on you. Just relax baby."
"Omigod!" Chelsea groaned when her grandfather leaned forward as he reached around her, his tongue gliding along the down under her arm as he reached beneath the back of her blouse and deftly unhooked her bra. "Grandpa!"
"It's tough when your mouth says no but your body says yes honey," Walter said as he moved his hands around to cup her titties, pushing the top and bra to her collarbone as he could see what he was squeezing, the modest breasts made remarkable by Chelsea's plump puffy nipples which were a ruddy crimson and jutted way out. "They're beautiful - and they like being played with don't they?"
The girl seemed to be reeling in place, almost hanging by her wrist as the old man kneaded her sensitive breasts, and then he leaned against Chelsea and slid his hand down the front of her shorts and under her panties in one effortless motion.
"Oh Chelsea," Walter moaned as his hand was trapped between her wet undies and her mound. "You hardly any hair down there. Do you shave it?"
"No," the girl whimpered as she tried to thrust her hips into her grandfather's finger as it slid up and down the slick opening of her womanhood.
"You a virgin honey? Tell me. Our secret," Walter whispered as he kissed her neck while dipping the tip of his finger into the vise.
"You want to cum don't you?"
"Then tell me. Are you a virgin?"
"NO. Mikey Masters," Chelsea whimpered as he butt slammed into the closet doors. "Went to the prom. Took me to a motel after."
"He the only one?"
"No. Next night. He took me back to the same motel. Got me drunk. Three of his friends showed up."
"Did they rape you honey?"
"No Grandpa," Chelsea cried. "I liked it."
"That's so hot. I want to fuck you too honey," Walter said while undoing his trousers, and after almost falling was he kicked his boxers off he saw Chelsea's expression when she saw his erection springing around in front of him.
"Don't worry. It's not thick baby," he said as he pulled the handcuffs off the hook and spun his granddaughter onto her back on the bed with her blouse and bra still around her neck.
"I'll be as gentle as I can be," Walter promised as he pulled Chelsea's shorts and panties down, exposing the raised mound with just a wisp of golden brown hair around the labia
"OHHH!!" the girl screamed as the man who was just as crazed as his granddaughter put the tip of his long uncut rod into the fold and eased down, with Chelsea squealing and thrashing with the cuffs still on.
Her pussy was incredibly tight as the senior did his best to be gentle as he impaled her with his freakishly long member, but the girl was starting to cum by the third or fourth stroke, her legs kicking wildly as her sex tried to crush the invader.
"So tight," Walter kept muttering after Chelsea orgasm ebbed, and even though it was beginning to loosen up as his lanky body rose up and down, it was still so snug that the old man knew he wouldn't last.
Walter forced himself to hold back when he heard his granddaughter begin to make sounds like a seal barking, but then when her pussy clamped down along with her body convulsing, he lost it.
"AWW!" Walter groaned as he sent a volley of his hopefully dormant seed deep into her womb, and after he stopped cumming he suspended himself over the girl, whose face was flushed and her chest heaving.
When their eyes met Chelsea started crying, sobbing almost uncontrollably as her grandfather's spent cock slithered out of her.
"There's something wrong with me Grandpa," Chelsea insisted between tears. "I'm a pig."
"No there isn't anything wrong with you honey. You're not a pig," Walter insisted as he tried to console her. "If there's a pig in this bed, it's me. I made you do it."
"No you didn't Grandpa. I wanted it - maybe not in the beginning but when you started touching me, I did," Chelsea said, although because she was crying and breathing like she was hyperventilating it was tough to make out. "I was never ever like this before."
"Calm down honey," Walter said. "Let me get this stuff from around her neck so you don't get strangled."
Walter pulled the garments over her head and to the side, although he supposed if he was really trying to calm her down it might have been better hook up her bra and pull down her blouse, but that would have meant hiding those puffy areolas with the plump nipples.
"I know it means I'm going to hell but I love what we just did," she said. "It was way better than with Mikey that first night."
"Better than with the group of boys that next night?" Walter asked as he rested on his hip and rubbed the creamy white and wet skin around her cones. "You can be honest."
"Different, not better Grandpa. I feel so slutty talking about this with you."
"You obviously want to let it out honey. Grandpa wants to hear it too. I don't judge because I've done much worse in my time," he assured her. "Tell me what happened."
"Mikey took me to the motel, and I was all excited about it," Chelsea explained. "We had some rum and coke and then we started doing it. It didn't hurt as much as it did the night before."
"That's good. Is Mike well endowed?"
"His cock. Was he large?"
"I thought so because his was the first one I ever really saw, but I guess not," Chelsea responded. "Anyway, I looked up and there was another guy in the room, and another one behind him watching us. I tried to get up because I was freaking out but Mikey held me down. Told me that he told his friends how hot I was and wanted to share me."
"You knew these other boys?"
"Sort of by sight, at least two of them from school. I felt yucky but then while Mikey was fucking me somebody stuck a joint in my mouth, and I started to think that I was never going to see these guys again since school was out," Chelsea told the eager-to-listen senior citizen. "So when they started to get undressed I didn't say anything."
"The Asian kid stuck his dick in my mouth while Mikey climbed off, and then the other guy climbed onto me," Chelsea said, wincing as she spoke. "That guy I didn't even like because he laughed at me while he screwed me because my breasts are so small."
"You're kidding!" Walter responded as he lightly stroked the plump nipple closest to him. "The jerk must be out of his mind!"
"I dunno. They are kinda small and they really seemed to just start growing in the last year or so," Chelsea replied. "Don't know why it took so long."
"You said there were three other fellas?"
"Yeah Grandpa," Chelsea answered but seemed reluctant to go on.
"No point stopping the story now."
"Another guy came into the room," Chelsea said. "Tyler Monroe?"
"Is he somebody I should know?"
"He was on our basketball team," Chelsea said. "Made the all-conference team."
"I don't follow the game."
"He's black," Chelsea added very reluctantly.
"Didn't know how you would feel about that. Dad - if he was around would have pitched a fit if he knew," Chelsea mused aloud. "Then again, he wouldn't have liked anything that happened anyway."
"So you had sex with the black guy?" Walter asked, and after she nodded he added, "Black guys are supposed to be quite big."
"That's what I had heard but Tyler's wasn't any bigger that the other guys. Might even have been smaller, but he was nice while he did it," Chelsea replied. "Said I was cute and junk."
"So you had sex with the four fellas?"
"Yeah, and then Mikey climbed on me again," Chelsea explained. "I was buzzed but all I know was there were dicks everywhere, in my mouth and my hands and my - you know - for like hours."
"And you liked it?"
"Yeah. It was fun feeling wanted. Finally the party started to break up, guys started to leave and that one jerk told Mikey that his girlfriend was a sick nympho because I wanted more but none of them could get it up any more."
"So you and Mikey?"
"He dumped me after that night. Said he couldn't go steady with a slut like me, and I guess I'm kind of the joke of the neighborhood now because I think everybody knows what I did," Chelsea admitted. "Lucky school is over."
"Well I don't think you're a slut honey," Walter opined. "I think you're a girl who had a fun night but that's the price you pay for being a girl. The guys do something like that and they're looked up to, but if a girl does it?"
"We've all done crazy things at some point. You grandmother - rest her soul - and me, and your mother too," Walter said. "I just thank you for sharing that with me, and I'll take it to my grave."
"Guess you did like the story," Chelsea said as she looked down and saw her grandfather's cock. "Your dick is hard again."
"Guess it was a combination of your story and your sweet body," Walter said as he looked at the girl's hand stroke his vein-riddled member.
"Can't believe how big your dick is Grandpa."
"Long, not big,' he corrected.
"Whatever, it looks as long as my arm," Chelsea giggled as she moved the shroud up and down. "I like the foreskin part. None of the others had that."
"Why don't you move your leg a little this way?" Walter suggested as he rearranged them on the bed, and after he shifted his hip brought his cock up to her pussy, slowly stroking the tip between her labia.
"Oooh! That feels nice," Chelsea said."Wish I had more hair down there because my flaps are so big."
"Flaps? Oh, your labia? They aren't so big, but it is funny how little hair you have. That's why I thought you shave."
"No, I guess that's just the way I am," Chelsea shrugged. "Kimber, she has like a jungle down there."
"Kimber? Is she..."
"Guess I really don't have any secrets now," Chelsea sighed. "Yes. We're best buds and more."
"I think that's sexy honey," Walter said as he moved the tip of is dick in and out of the gooey opening, and as he looked up over his granddaughter's mop-top head he asked, "Want me to take those handcuffs off you?"
"Not yet Grandpa," she replied with a grin. "I kinda like the feeling that I'm helpless - plus if Mom and Grandma came in and saw us I could say that my big bad Grandpa made me do it."
"Clever girl, but seeing you like this makes me do this," Walter cackled as he ran his tongue up and down the length of her lightly scented underarm, the tiny patch of hairs soft against his lips.
"Tee-hee - I was hoping you would do that again," Chelsea giggled.
"You like?" Walter asked and his granddaughter nodded like an eager puppy. "The boys didn't do this to your armpits?"
"No. Kimber does though," Chelsea confessed with a blush. "Just wished I wasn't so hairy for you. I'll shave later."
"Not on my account honey. The peach fuzz feels nice and tastes even better," he said between nibbles.
"Peach fuzz!" Chelsea cackled maniacally and then moaned when her grandfather pushed his cock into her, the laughing ending as they got serious.
A few minutes later they were catching their breath again, and as the aged organ slipped out of Chelsea's sloppy pussy she asked him whether he was on Viagra.
"No honey," Walter replied. "Your grandmother doesn't get enough rest now or so she says. Speaking of them, I wonder how long they will be?"
"Knowing Mom I would say not until it gets dark," Chelsea answered. "But I guess the handcuffs better come off. "Presto!"
"This works better," her grandfather said as he pushed the little button that released them. "Just so you know you could have gotten out of them any time."
"I know. I saw the button there when you put them on me," Chelsea admitted.
"You rascal!" Walter said as he tickled her ribs before getting to his feet.
"I guess I am," Walter admitted.
"No, I mean the movie. Did you ever see that?" Chelsea asked as she rolled to the end of the mattress. "Johnny Knoxville? He plays an old grandfather and they had him wear this thing that made his balls look really long. Yours are like that sort of. They hang down as low as your dick, and that's low!"
"Guess I'll have to see that flick."
"Yours still work though," Chelsea said, shivering as she stood up and his semen poured out of her. "Look at your baby batter."
"Nice, but I think I'm shooting blanks these days thank goodness."
"Wow, if I got pregnant that might be an interesting kid if all the cum got mixed together," Chelsea speculated. "It would be like the United Nations. Asian, black, redneck and Grandpa all in one."
"You - I mean you are on the pill I hope?"
Yeah. Mom had me go on it a while back because I got wicked periods, and she also said that I might end up to be a slut like she was so it was better to plan ahead," Chelsea explained as she followed her grandfather into the bathroom. "Was Mom a slut?"
"I think we all are in this family," Walter suggested as he lifted the seat. "Do you need to go bad, because this takes some time occasionally."
"I'm okay. I want to watch. Can I help?"
"Sure," Walter said as she came to his side and grabbed his limp dick. "Pull it back a little and try to coax it out."
"That's it!" Walter sighed as the flow began, and after a healthy whiz said, "Shake it good. That a girl."
"That was neat," Chelsea said as she put the seat down and squatted, letting loose a torrent of her own while her grandfather watched. "I don't think you can help."
"I can help after you get done," Walter chuckled as he grabbed some toilet paper and waited for her to finish. "Done?"
Chelsea nodded as her grandfather got very slowly to his knees on the rug and brought his hand up to his granddaughter's pouting lips, rubbing the tissue into the fold and then dropping it into the bowl and got some more.
"How am I doing," he asked as Chelsea started grinding into his hand.
"Really good," Chelsea nodded as she leaned back and spread her legs wider. "I think I'm dry."
"Does that mean stop?" Walter asked, but his granddaughter shook her head briskly.
"No - told you there's something wrong with me Grandpa," Chelsea choked out as she was eased forward.
"Let's see if Grandpa can fix that," Walter suggested as he leaned forward and pulled Chelsea's pussy into her face and ran his tongue into the pee and semen stained fold.
It was fitting, the old man thought as he worked his tongue expertly inside of her, a deviate grandfather lapping his granddaughter's cunt on the toilet as the rank urine scent wafted up into his face, but it didn't slow him down and it didn't keep Chelsea from cumming even though she nearly fell off the throne as she came.
"Oh man!" Chelsea gasped as she sat up and watched her grandfather get very slowly up.
"As good as Kimber?" he asked mischievously.
"Yup!" Chelsea said as she reached over and grabbed his limp cock and pulled on the rubbery hose. "Thought your dick might be ready again after that."
"No, I think you've killed it for a while," Walter lamented.
"Maybe later?" Chelsea suggested. "Tonight after everybody goes to sleep?"
"We'll see," Walter said as he washed his hands.
"You ever put your dick in Grandma's bottom?" she tittered.
"Nosy aren't you?"
"No secrets," he was reminded.
"Right. Yes, we've done it just about every way. Have you?"
"Nope, but I am - what did you call me? Curious Chelsea?"
"Bet it hurts."
"I wouldn't know."
"But your dick isn't thick. You said so," Chelsea said. "Maybe if you promised to just put about a foot of it in my butt?"
"You need an eye exam honey.
"How long is it hard?" Chelsea asked.
"I don't know."
"I'll measure it before this week is over," she vowed, and Walter laughed when he recalled Brenda doing that very thing when she was Chelsea's age, putting the orange plastic ruler under his erection he declaring his penis was a little over 11" long, and he enjoyed her reaction too much to tell her that she was jamming the end of the thing into his balls and probably adding a couple inches to what was actually there.
Chelsea opened the medicine cabinet and looked around, and when she spotted the jar of Vaseline she grabbed it and asked, "Is this what you use?"
"You can, but I have some special stuff in the night table for that."
"Maybe tonight Grandpa?"
"We'll see," he said. "I'm going to take off before long so that I'm not here when they get back from the store."
"Good idea. Mom told me I shouldn't be alone with you," Chelsea confided.
"Yeah, she said something about guys getting a little squirrely when they get older but I had the feeling that there was some thing else too," Chelsea asked, and when she got no answer she pressed. "No secrets?"
"I'm afraid I can't help you there honey," he replied as he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Except to tell you that I was squirrely long before I got old."
"You need anything at the store honey?" Walter asked a couple hours later. "I'm going to take off now."
"Razors?" Chelsea suggested.
"I guess that means you're all set," Walter replied as he headed out the door before stopping and snapping his fingers. "Got some deposit bottles downstairs I keep forgetting about."
Walter made his way down to the semi-finished basement that he kept putting off completely, and as he went over to grab the bag he was startled when Chelsea appeared behind him.
"Is this what you use Grandpa?" she asked as she set the tube of Anal Glide on the washer in front of them.
"Snooping again?" Walter chuckled. "What am I going to do with you?"
"I was hoping that you would stick that big dick of yours into my heinie before you left," she suggested as she reached around and unzipped his fly to put her hand in.
"I don't know if I can," Walter admitted.
"One way to find out," Chelsea was saying as she turned him to face her before going down to her knees, taking a deep breath before bringing the flaccid tube to her lips.
"Oh!" Walter moaned as he leaned back against the washer, and after he undid his trousers looked down to see the cute mop-top looking up at him with her fist around the shaft and almost half of his cock her mouth. "you've done this before haven't you?"
"Yep!" Chelsea admitted as she took the glistening spear out of her mouth and looked at the half that was wet with her saliva. "I could fit all of Mikey's dick into my mouth but this..."
"Keep trying honey," he encouraged Chelsea as she resumed sucking, and even though he didn't think it was possible, after a few minutes his cock was nearly erect again. "Keep going. It has to be hard to get it in."
In another minute Walter's cock was as stiff as it got these days, and after Chelsea looked at what she had been sucking he asked, "Upstairs?"
"No baby," Walter said as he grabbed the anal glide and brought Chelsea over to the old couch that used to be upstairs, coating this throbbing prong along the way, and after he brought her to the back and bent her over he yanked her shorts down.
"I cleaned really good back there for you Grandpa," she said as he spread her firm buttocks.
"Don't care," he grunted as he knelt down, his knees and back complaining but his cock pulsating as he looked at the little pink puckered ring that was as hairless as he expected it would be.
Brenda's anus hadn't been hairless when she was bent over this very same couch decades ago when the couch was newer and upstairs, but the dark brown hair that had surrounded his daughter's asshole hadn't bothered him, and as his tongue swabbed the sensitive balloon knot the tart taste of ass did what it always had.
"Holy crap Grandpa. You're licking my asshole," Chelsea squealed from the other side of the couch, and she really went crazy when he poked the tip of his tongue into it.
Walter always wondered what he must look like when he rimmed a woman, and now as a grey-haired somewhat distinguished looked gentleman in real life, he could only imagine a crazed Christopher Lloyd/Doc Brown. Face beet-red and snorting like a pig over an virgin ass while his fist pumped his erection, he felt and played the animal role well.
Up to his feet again without feeling the pain, he worked the lube into the tight orifice expertly and brought his long weapon right to the ring before either of them could have second thoughts and eased in.
Chelsea cried out when he penetrated her with the penis that more than one of his victims had said was a cock that was made for ass, and although he only used a few inches at first while getting it used to it, he suspected he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer and he was right.
Mounted over the bent over girl like a preying mantis devouring its prey, the senior thrust more and more of his cock into the vise-line cavity until he was impaling her with just about all of his manhood, the couch inching with every thrust as he felt his orgasm coming all too soon.
"You okay honey?" he asked after he slipped out of her, helping her straighten up, but the girl was fine even though she admitted it hurt some.
"Think I peed when I came," she said as she looked down at the wet stain he caused. "I'll clean that."
"Don't bother babe," Walter said, contorting a bit as his back screamed loud and clear enough to make him grimace.
"Poor Grandpa," Chelsea said. "Maybe tonight I could give you a massage. I do that pretty good."
"Who do you practice on, Kimber?" Walter wondered aloud. "I'd love to watch that."
"Boys always say that," he said once again as they got themselves together, and after Walter almost forgot the bag of bottle he came down there for he fortunately looked over at the lube on the couch.
"Senile old fool," he muttered as he retrieved it.
"Boy, that would have been something if Grandma saw that there. She'd probably wonder how that got down there!" Chelsea said.
"That's for sure," her grandfather agreed, although she could probably figure it out, both her and their daughter having been sodomized over that very same piece of furniture before. "Now if I can make it up the stairs, I'll see you later."
"Okay Grandpa. Love you."
"Do you really honey? As much as before you got here?" he wondered aloud.
"No," she admitted before adding, "More. More and definitely differently."
"That's great honey," Walter said as he left to go back down to the VFW for a drink or two, hoping a little alcohol could dull the ache in his bones and perhaps do something about his conscience as well.