Last Morning

As I had every day for over a week, I awoke with Donna, my granddaughter, snuggled up next to me, her arms draped across me as she slept. This morning, though, her mother, my daughter, wasn’t in bed with us, having generously allowed Donna and me to spend my last night there by ourselves in Donna’s bed, to give us time to say our goodbye to each other alone.

Just a few weeks earlier, on her twelfth birthday, Donna had come to me to take her virginity, and her mother and I and her grandmother had spent the few days they were visiting me to teach her the basics of sex. Donna had continued learning once they had gone home, her mother and grandmother, an old girlfriend of mine, teaching her more of the details of how to please a man, or more specifically, how to please me. For the last week or so I had been visiting them at their place, enjoying sex with each of them, but especially enjoying Donna’s young body as she proved eager to show me what she had learned, and to learn even more from me, the things only a man could really teach her.

She had learned very well, I had to admit. Every night she slept with her mother and me, joining in our lovemaking, and every morning, as soon as she was up and awake, she would drag me to the pool for a swim, and a nice fuck in the water. During the day she was constantly around, her nude body tempting me with just the hint of pubic hair and her young, firm breasts, with very large nipples, even though they were just beginning to develop. Her dark skin and mischievous, sparkling eyes, her full lips and rounded ass, kept me in a state of sexual arousal almost constantly, and it wasn’t uncommon for me to find my cockhead sticky with precum from watching her prance around. My daughter would watch from a few feet away, watching me watching her naked daughter, and giggle every time she saw me wipe the sticky liquid off with a towel.

I usually woke up an hour or so before my daughter or granddaughter and gently eased my way out of Donna’s embrace, making my way into the kitchen to start the coffee, then out to the patio to cruise the internet on my daughter’s laptop while I waited for Donna to come get me for our morning dive into the pool. This morning, though, my last one there for a while, I stopped and watched my granddaughter sleeping peacefully, soundly, and placed one hand on one of her breasts. They were small and firm, still developing, and I ran my hand over it gently, taking the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezing ever so lightly. Donna moaned in her sleep, slightly raising her breast toward me as I toyed with her nipple, then falling back as I removed my hand.

Emboldened, I trailed my hand down her slender body, across her belly, lightly stroking her beautiful dark skin with the tips of my fingers. I reached her pubic mound, covered with just the beginnings of a nice bush of pubic hair, and cupped my hand over it, barely letting it touch the coarse hair. I let one fingertip wander a bit further down, pressing it into the top of her vagina, rubbing it ever so lightly over the hood of her clit. Donna moaned again, her pelvis rising up toward my hand, and I looked to be sure she was still asleep as I slipped my finger further into her slit. Her legs parted almost automatically as she slept, and I parted her pussy lips, letting my finger gently slip inside, finding she was already very wet.

I fingered her pussy for a few minutes, feeling her grow wetter and wetter, her pelvis rising and falling as my finger probed her, though she showed no sign of waking.