I really couldn’t help it!

I married Diane, Carol’s grandmother when she was 8, her mother Elaine was a single parent and Diane did everything she could to support her daughter and granddaughter.

In my late fifties, Diane was my perfect match, we fitted together perfectly, she had a super figure for her age, she indulged me in my sexual whims, I had a high sex drive and she entertained me whenever the urge came.

Sadly after 4 wonderful years, Diane passed away, leaving a huge void in my life. Rather than allow myself to wallow in the depths of despair, I focussed on supporting Elaine and Carol in whatever way I could, happy in the knowledge that Diane would have wanted this. I did anything they needed, fixing up their small home, school runs when Elaine had to work and babysitting Carol when Elaine had a rare night out.

I lived fairly remotely, out of town on a 5-acre plot, no neighbours, the peace and solitude I loved. I missed Diane a lot, my cock missed Diane a lot too! I had bookmarked a lot of porn on my laptop and had managed to hook the laptop to my big TV screen and regularly enjoyed sitting in my recliner whenever the mood took me, watching my favourite porn, in my dressing gown and stroking my aching cock until my cum exploded all over my chest. It gave me release, I hadn’t bothered looking for another woman but my cock missed the female attention.

Once Carol turned 16 I saw less of her and Elaine, Elaine asked for my help occasionally but now Carol was old enough to look after herself their need for me lessoned. I spoke to Elaine regularly on the phone, by now Carol was 18 and her mother confided in me what a promiscuous madam she had become. A regular favourite with the boys in her area, she had been caught on numerous occasions in compromising positions and Elaine was at the end of her tether. The school break was coming up, 6 weeks of Carol being in Elaine’s home, alone, doing whatever she liked and Elaine had had enough.

She asked me if I could have Carol for the 6 weeks, hoping that the remote location would curb her activities and bring her back to reality. I must confess I was reluctant, selfishly I realised that I would probably have little or no opportunity for my porn entertainment but then chastised myself realising that Elaine was desperately reaching out for my help. So, I agreed, Elaine would bring Carol over next weekend.

When Mum told me, I was going to Grandad’s for the 6 weeks of holidays I was not a happy bunny! Realising that she was attempting to contain my sluttish behaviour I made sure she knew with several tantrums. She just didn’t understand, I was in constant arousal, happy to suck off any boy who wanted, loved to be eaten out and fucked in whatever way they wanted. If I had no available partner, I would happily pinch my nipples, rolling them tightly in my fingers, stroking my smooth, shaved pussy, ending in finger fucking myself whilst pinching my swollen clit with my other hand. I also had a small vibrator, it wasn’t the most effective, stuck in my cunt but holding it against my clit or burying a hairbrush handle in my cunt and angling the little buzzing machine on my clit and against the handle created some mind-blowing orgasms.

So, when packing for my trip to isolation, I made sure my vibrator and the thickest handled hairbrush I could find where safely secreted in my luggage with a good stash of batteries. The 2-hour drive to Grandad’s was definitely lacking in conversation, I was still in a huge sulk with my Mum and she decided not to try to strike up any conversation either.

Elaine and Carol arrived about lunchtime. I came out of the house to meet them as they got out of the car, I enveloped Elaine in a hug and she whispered in my ear how grateful she was for this. Carol stood awkwardly to one side and I moved to her asking was she was going to give her old grandad a hug. My, she had grown some in the past two years, wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt she had beautiful dark hair cut in a sharp bob, huge chestnut brown eyes, grapefruit size tits and legs that seemed to go for miles, definitely attractive to the eye. I gave her a brief hug and suggested I carry her luggage inside. We left it in the hallway, I had prepared a light lunch of sandwiches as I knew Elaine would want to be back on the road as soon as possible so that she would be home before dusk.

Sitting and eating was an uncomfortable affair, the atmosphere between Elaine and Carol was awful to say the least. Elaine and I chatted amongst ourselves whilst Carol ate her sandwiches in between glares at her Mum. Elaine helped me clear the plates away and I walked her to the car to say our goodbyes. She sighed and hugged me, we didn’t speak, as our numerous calls over the past couple of weeks had indicated what Carol had been up to. I understood her frustrations and know she felt relief to unburden her difficult daughter onto someone else for 6 weeks.

I watched her car drive away and returned to the house, Carol sat at the kitchen table staring into space. ‘Come on young lady, let’s get your luggage up to your room so you can make yourself comfortable.’ She got up from the table and followed me upstairs. I have a fairly spacious home, downstairs is pretty much open plan, there is a large lounge with an L shaped sofa and of course my recliner, off to the side was the kitchen and towards the back was the stair case to the next floor. I had a large bedroom with an en-suite shower room at the far end of the hallway, there were 3 further bedrooms and a large bathroom before that.

I had decided to give her the bedroom nearest the stairs being the furthest bedroom from mine allowing each other some privacy. The bathroom was next to her room so she didn’t have far to go.
I hefted her suitcase onto her bed and left her to it, showing her the bathroom and explaining that would be for her soul use whilst staying here.

For the rest of the day I didn’t see her, I carried out some jobs on the yard and left her to it.

My room was nicer than I expected, a large double bed, bedside storage either side and plenty of wardrobe space. The bathroom even better, large vanity sink area with a huge mirror covering the back wall, massive bath and walk in shower, it was like a hotel!

I unpacked my clothes, tucking my vibrator in one of the bedside drawers under my panties, as I held it in my hand before putting it away, my cunt tingled begging for my attention, I shut down my body’s demands and carried on putting things away. Once I had finished organising my room, I looked out the window and could see grandad working in the yard. I went into the bathroom to take a pee, sliding down my shorts and panties, I spread my legs and sat on the toilet and relieved my bladder. Wiping myself, my pussy once again reminded me of its lack of attention for the past many hours. Knowing grandad was safely out of the way in the garden, I spread my legs wider sitting on the toilet and slid my fingers back and forth through my smooth lipped folds. Immediately my cunt started to produce juices and I smeared my lubrication all over my pussy, rubbing plenty into my clit which was soon swollen.

I quickly rubbed my fingers across my clit, my body demanding a fast orgasm until my body spasmed and I quickly shoved two fingers into my cunt driving them in and out as my vaginal muscles clenching at them hungrily. Moaning quietly, enjoying the brief respite, I leant back against the toilet cistern and allowed my body and my breath time to recover.

Over the next couple of days Carol and myself seemed to settle into a quiet companionship of living in the same house together. Carol was always polite and courteous and helped around the kitchen and house doing her share. On about the third day in, I got up and went into my bathroom to carry out my ablutions and have a shave. On retrieving my razor and shaving foam, I noticed a dark hair stuck to it, I knew this didn’t belong to me as I am as grey as they come. Had Carol been using it, I asked myself? Then my mind started to wander, what was she shaving, armpits but then my mind wandered further, I couldn’t help it, I was a virile man still, was she shaving her pussy? I had never thought of Carol that way! I guess, taking into consideration my cock had had no attention for a few days, I was perhaps a little sexually frustrated. Nevertheless, I washed the razor off and had my morning shave, trying to shut my brain off from my perverse thoughts.

That night as I lay in bed, sleep would not come, as I lay there with my eyes closed, I recalled one of my favourite porn scenes, an older man with a young girl, her pussy shaved bare revealing her slit and her plump young lips. As I continued to visualise the movie, my cock grew hard, I couldn’t help but wrap my hand around it and slowly grip it up and down, by now the scene had this young girl sucking the old guy’s cock, she had squatted down with her legs spread apart, the camera panning from her young angelic face filled with cock looking up at the guy then down to her wide spread open bare pussy, a beautiful blush pink, shiny and oozing her juices. I came with a grunt into my other hand, relieving my poor frustrated cock, my copious sperm spattering onto my grey haired chest. I wiped myself clean with my discarded boxers and drifted off to sleep.

Three days in and I was struggling sexually. My pussy itched for attention constantly, I found myself walking with my legs tight together, trying to mash my pussy lips against one another. I had realised on the second day that I had forgotten my razor and had sneaked into grandad’s bathroom to ‘borrow’ his razor. Even the shaving of my pussy encouraged my juices to flow, the blade sliding over my cunt lips, raking over my clit area, my fingers holding my lips apart. Having my leg up on the vanity so I could reach all my folds I could clearly see my creamy juices sliding down my lips, dripping down my thigh. I knew grandad was in the house, so frustratingly I could not do anything about it.

The next day he was out in the yard again, seeking a desperately needed opportunity, I hurried to my bedroom, pulling my shorts and panties down, grabbing my vibrator, lying flat out on the bed and opening my legs wide. Seconds later my cream is flowing, and I am sliding my cold plastic friend, not yet turned on, up and down my hungry pussy. Impatient as well as starved of regular orgasms, I twisted the base and my battery powered assistant buzzed into life. I groaned, grateful for the delicious sensations as I stroked my sensitive lips, avoiding my clit for as long as I could stand.