Grandpa’s Journals: My Cupcake’s Fantasies, Part 2

We fell into a quick routine of lovemaking as soon as Lauren left for school each day. When I heard the door close and lock behind her, I would get up, go into the bathroom to do my daily constitution and then stop by Vickie’s room to see if she was awake yet. She always was and ready for me to come to bed with her. We would make love the entire morning and then get up and start our day.

This happened most weekdays for a month and I was starting to get worn out from all the sexual exertion but my beautiful, horny daughter could make it big and eager anytime she wanted it and that was almost all the time. I guess that I was fulfilling her fantasy more than even I could imagine but for myself, I couldn’t get enough of her young sexy body.

Or maybe it was the early morning show that Lauren was providing me that got my juices flowing. It seemed that every day when she came in to undress from her pajamas and go take a shower before leaving for school, she increased the display of skin more and more. At first it was just her little butt when she took off her pajama bottoms and panties but next it was stripping bare and carrying her towel to the bathroom and coming back afterward to get dressed for the day.

After a week or so, she would come back from taking her shower with the towel wrapped around her wet hair and being totally naked otherwise. Then she would parade around seemingly without a care in the world about her nudity. She would turn towards my hidden eyes and pull her panties up to cover her crotch area and then fasten her bra, all while facing my position, as if she knew that I was awake all the time.

I didn’t mention her antics to Vickie for fear that I would get my grand daughter in trouble, or at least that is what I told myself, but what I was really concerned with was that maybe she would have to stop giving me the show of my life. Whatever it was, I saw no good reason the blow the whistle on my lovely grand daughter as long as she wanted to show her budding little body to me.

Then the whole thing came to light one morning when Vickie and I were busy in the trawls of making love in her room. We were heavily engaged in a wild session of oral sex, both of us at the same time in the 69 position when the door to her room opened and a certain young daughter got the shock of her life.

“MOMMY, GRANDPA?!” she shouted at the top of her lungs.

She couldn’t move and she couldn’t speak. She just stared at us in our sex filled position, wide eyes and mouth opened.

“LAUREN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOME?” Vickie shrieked, pushing me off of her crotch and clutching for the covers. I rolled to the floor trying to hide my nakedness as Lauren continued to look on, disbelieving.

“I, ah, what are…, Mommy I came home…ah, I’m sorry, I, ah…” she stammered and then burst into tears and ran to her room.

“Oh shit!” Vickie exclaimed, searching for her clothes while scrambling to cover herself. I hadn’t brought any clothes in with me because all my clothes were in Lauren’s bedroom so I had no choice but to stay put where I was and wait it out,

Vickie had found a robe and was going down the hall trying to tie it around her waist and consol her frightened daughter. “Lauren, I’m sorry for yelling at you like that but you startled me or us. You should have knocked or something to let me know you were home.”

The yelling stopped when she got to Lauren’s bedroom and there was some muffled conversation that went between mother and daughter. It stopped abruptly and then they both came back into Vickie’s room and sat on the messed up bed. I still had no clothes to cover myself with but had slipped under the sheet and sat there on the bed as they made their way in.

They both sat down on the bed and it looked like my grand daughter had been crying and my daughter had been through hell. But as Vickie started to explain what had just transpired that her daughter had witnessed, Lauren broke down into tearing sobs and threw herself down on the bed.

“Mommy,” she wailed, “I think I’m pregnant. I should have started my period of couple of days ago but I haven’t and I just know that I’m pregnant! Oh Mommy, what am I going to do?”

Her confession came like a bolt of lightning, a clap of thunder that could make the world stand still. I could feel the air being sucked out of my lungs and as I looked at my daughter’s face for her reaction, I saw the blood drain from her cheeks. Her mouth was open and she was trying to respond but nothing would come out.

I sat there impatiently, waiting for my daughter to take charge of the situation but feared that at this time she was incapable to think clearly so I entered in and took over.

“Lauren Honey,” I said in the tenderest voice that I could muster, “I know that you know your own body Sweetie, but just for clarification, what makes you think that you are pregnant?”

Through tears stained eyes I could see the glare that she was giving me as she cocked her head to one side as if to ask, “Do I have to explain in graphic detail?”

I took that look as it was intended and tried another angle.