Pop’s new room mate…

It was nearly dark on Friday evening when Don stepped out on the porch to greet his granddaughter, Shelly.

His daughter, Shelly’s mom, had made arrangements for her to stay with her ‘Pops’ while she learned the ropes of her new job.

Shelly had found a good position with a home and auto insurance company, located less than two miles from Don’s place.

The intent was for the girl to also continue her schooling and stay with him until she could accumulate a decent bank account and find her own apartment.

The insurance company was footing the bill for her classes, but not lodging.

Shelly was Don’s first and favorite grandchild; and had been ever since she tagged him with his nickname, ‘Pops’, when she was a mere three years old.

The girl would, literally, run over her own siblings and cousins to reach Pops with hugs and kisses.

Although the ‘child’ was now a freshman in college at 18, she hadn’t changed a bit… with the exception of her body.

He found himself watching, and appreciating her bouncing tits and long, flawless legs.

“I’m bettin’ some young bastard is pounding her pussy already,” he thought as he steadied himself for the inevitable contact.

She took all four steps in one leap and jumped into Don’s arms, wrapping those legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.

“Oh, Pops, you don’t know how happy it makes me to come live with you for a while.

I sure wish Granny was still alive, but she’d be happy I’m here to take of you.”

“Hmmm,” he responded as he lowered her to the ground, “Does that mean you’ll take over the cooking, dish washing, laundry, dusting, mopping, vacuum….”

Shelly cupped her hand over his mouth to silence him, kissed his cheek and answered, “Well, I’ll help, but I still need to learn a lot about cooking.”

He hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head, “I’m not too worried about either of us starving, Punkin, let’s get your stuff out of your car.”

The next couple hours were spent unpacking clothes, getting Shelly’s laptop set up on Don’s WIFI and lots of giggles.

Amidst it all, Don realized his cock had been stiff and he kept adjusting his sweatpants, attempting to hide it.

His eyes refused to look the other way when she bent, sticking her amazing ass in the air, to put away her underwear and t-shirts in the chest of drawers.

He left her to her own tasks while he, supposedly, used the bathroom. Actually, it only took a couple minutes to jack a huge load of cum into the toilet in his master bath.

When he returned to help her finish up, he walked in on a sight he would never forget.

Shelly had already removed her t-shirt and was pulling off her bra.

In a split second, it was tossed aside and her 34Cs stood straight and proud, with nipples as round as Don’s thumb and a full inch long.

“Oh, shit, Punkin! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were changing,” he turned away, “I mean it, I am so, so sorry, Honey.”

She slipped into a tank top which displayed her young cleavage quite well, “It’s okay, Pops, I guess I should have closed the door. But we’re living together, now, I’m sure we’ll be seeing things like this from time to time.”

She kissed her favorite man on the cheek, “No harm done; can we order Chinese for dinner?”

Don had been 18 when Shelly’s mom, Linda, was born.

Linda got pregnant with Shelly when she was in high school; the father was never in the picture for the baby girl who, now, had grown into a beautiful woman with an amazing body.



The 55-year-old grandfather had only fucked one other woman since his wife had died of pancreatic cancer, nearly three years before.

That had had been an Avon saleswoman who offered more than perfume… for a price. The Avon lady took home a very good commission that day, for a job well done.

It had been a long time since he busted two loads in one day but, with the image of Shelly’s gorgeous tits in his mind, he was compelled to visit his bathroom, again, for relief.

Don marveled at the beauty of Shelly’s lips as she devoured the Chinese takeout.

“My poor, old dick is really gonna get a workout,” he thought, “I’d love to have those lips on ol’ Fat Boy. My God, why does she have to be my own flesh and blood?”

After dinner, Shelly searched the TV listings and found ‘Dirty Dancing’ would be playing at 8pm, “Can we watch it, Pops? Please? I’ve seen it a dozen times, but it’s my favorite. Please?”

“Well, of course we can watch it, Punkin, it’s one of my faves, too. Let’s get this mess cleaned up and, hey; I’ll fix us some popcorn and a glass of wine… Uh, do you drink alcohol, Honey?”

“Just a small glass, very small, for me. I like it, but sometimes wine doesn’t like me.”

About the time Patrick Swaze plowed Jennifer Gray’s pussy the first time, Shelly grabbed another handful of popcorn and laid her head in Don’s lap.