Marion (1)

Marion (1)

Do not read this story if you are of a religious nature

When my daughter introduced me to her future husband I had to admit I was a little disappointed. He was an accountant. Slim build, about 5’9” tall and with those accountant glasses that numbers men always wear. On the other hand he did make good conversation, and more importantly he seemed to make my naïve young daughter happy. One of my and her mothers biggest mistakes was sending Marion to a strong catholic school to be educated. When her mother died I was too devastated to wonder what further education Marion took so agreed to her going to a strict catholic university. Hence her being naïve and sexually uneducated.

Marion was 5’6”. Slim waist long legs and the most wonderful tits, 36dd I guessed but only because she was the spitting image of her mother. Which was why I found it so strange that she had picked Ted for a husband. She could have had any guy she wanted. But it was her life and Ted was her choice and I wished them luck.

They had been married for two years now and no patter of tiny feet. Not only that but whenever I saw them, which was usually only for a day at a time, there seemed to be a really strained atmosphere When I retired at 65 I decided to move a little closer to them so that when the tiny feet did appear I could see my grandchild as much as possible.

Of course I didn’t want to encroach on their relationship by being next door so I bought a house 20 miles away on the coast. Right on the sea front in fact, with a private beach wrapped by a coastal bay. The only access was either by the front security gate or by sea. It cost a fortune, but luckily for me it was really a swap. My city penthouse for this house. Some would call it a mansion but really it was a large house. And today was the house warming party. Well more like dinner really as Marion and Ted were the only guests. But they would at least be staying for a couple of weeks to help me get things organised.

And that is where we are now. Sitting at the dinner table drinking wine in almost total silence. I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier with them for spoiling what for me was a special occasion. Finally the tension got too much for me.

“So what is going on with you two.” I asked. “You should be happy after only two years of marriage and have a couple of kids by now.”

“Oh thanks dad.” Marion said sharply, “But you need to get fucked to have kids and I’m still a fucking virgin.” She threw her napkin on the table and almost ran upstairs.

My mouth dropped to the floor. Not that my little girl swore, which I had heard on occasion at her house when they thought I was asleep, but at her saying she was still a virgin. After two years? “What the hell Ted?” I said, looking at him he seemed as shocked at the outburst as me. But he didn’t deny it.

“I better go and make sure she is ok.” He said a little flushed.

After a very restless night I got up and went to make my morning coffee. As the coffee maker spat out it’s brew Marion came into the kitchen. “I’m sorry about last night.” She said, “I had too much to drink.”

“Maybe you did.” I said. Putting a steaming cup in front of her. “But what you said was the truth wasn’t it” She just looked at her cup. “And it’s been going on for a long time, this bad feeling and constant arguing.”

“I don’t know what to do dad.” she said softly, “He just isn’t interested in me.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Ask what you like if you think it will help.”

“What do you do to turn him on?”

After a short discussion it turned out that she did very little. She didn’t know what to do or how to do it. She had a couple of times touched his cock to try to make it hard, but it seemed it was so small it didn’t even fill her hand. “Have you tried sucking his cock.” I asked finally.

“Ugh that’s disgusting.” She said screwing up her face, “And it’s a sin.”

“Oh please don’t give me that sin shit.” I said angrily.