The Seduction of Grandad

It was a Sunday morning and I was searching, unsuccessfully, for my flash drive when my granddaughter’s voice came from downstairs.

“Grandad, I’ve brought your laptop back as promised.”

“Thank you love, I was going to use it as soon as you brought it, but I can’t find the flash drive containing my private files.”

I stopped searching and went downstairs to greet my granddaughter properly. On entering the living room I found Gemma sitting on the sofa with the laptop across her knees.

“Hello love, where’s Claire? I thought you two were inseparable.”

“I wanted to see you on my own because I have something to ask you.”

“Oh that sounds nicely mysterious. What’s this about?”

“Grandad, would you tell me off, or tell me the truth if I ask you some private questions?”

“I wouldn’t tell you off, but I wouldn’t lie to you although I won’t promise to answer until I know what this is about.”

“Well, you’ve always told me that if I felt that I needed information then I should look for it, and that included asking questions. What I want to know is about you and you’re the only person who can answer these questions because they’re about your present life.”

I was intrigued and admitted that I didn’t believe in keeping secrets from her, especially as she had grown into a young adult. She was almost 18yrs old, a pretty, slimly built young woman; 5ft 6in tall, and I had to admit that I thought she was sexy.

I also thought that she should have all the information she felt she needed to understand the world she lived in, but what had my present life to do with her future?

Gemma put the laptop on the coffee table and sat back down beside me.

“Grandad, Grandma has been dead for three years, I know you miss her, but you must be lonely. Have you ever tried to meet some lady in the same situation who wanted some company, even if only occasionally?”

“Yes I miss her and no I haven’t tried to meet anyone else. I really don’t want that sort of connection because we’d be two people, grown accustomed to our own ways and habits and not necessarily wanting to learn to fit in with another person’s ways.”

“What makes you think I’m lonely? I’m in the pub’s over sixty’s football team, I go cycling with some of the team members, I go bowling with friends and I also go cycling with you and your friend Claire.”

“You do miss your very private life though, don’t you?”

Before I could even think of an answer, Gemma told me that she’d found the flash drive, and from her shorts pocket she took the one I had been searching for.

“This was in one of the usb sockets when I borrowed the laptop on Friday evening.”
“I didn’t see it until I got home because you’d put it in the satchel. I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t resist opening it to see what was on it. I saw the file labelled ‘stories’ and thought you were writing stories so I just had to peek.”

“I don’t know if you wrote any of those stories, but I bet you’ve read them all, I have read some of them and I must tell you that I want to read the rest of them.”

“Gemma I…”

“Grandad, I was turned on by some of the ones I read. I think it is time you faced the fact that I’m not a child and that I have sexual urges just like anyone else. It was wonderful to feel so aroused that my pussy got moist just reading about the things that I could do. I was really excited when I saw that you had a lot of stories about lesbian love and also about grandfather and granddaughter incest.”

“Is that because you’re aroused by incestual activities?”

“I had never thought about them before, but now I’ve read some of the ones you have I have to admit that they did have an effect on me.”

“Before you get angry I want you to know some of my secrets. The big one is that Claire and I have begun having a sexual relationship.”

“I don’t know if we’re really lesbians, but I do know that we love each other and we really enjoy each other’s body. Neither of us has ever been with a boy because, frankly, they’re only ever interested in their pleasure, and then they leave you. They’ve done it to quite a few of the girls we know, but we won’t let it happen to us.”

“That leaves me with a problem because I want to know all about how it would feel to have sex with a male, but I want to be safe and that rules out everyone I know, except you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me and I really do love you.”

“Claire told me that her dad had tried to get into bed with her one night after they’d been for a celebratory meal for her 18th birthday. They’d allowed her to drink more wine than she was used to and so she went to bed early.

Her mother heard the noises and stopped her dad before he got further than getting her pyjama top off. She got into bed with Claire to comfort her and said that she’d stay with her until she fell asleep. When she woke up in the morning, she was naked.

She came into Claire’s bedroom a few days later and went a lot further than her dad had done. Clare says that she’d enjoyed it, and when her mom came in the next night ‘to make sure she was calm’ she showed Claire what lesbian love was like and caused Claire to have an orgasm. She said that if Claire enjoyed it then they would do it again. Claire said yes she enjoyed it, but then she began to wonder if she’d have enjoyed what her dad would have done if her mum hadn’t stopped him.”

“Claire showed me what they’d done and it was terrific. We’ve started doing it every weekend.”

I told her that I had been wondering what it would be like to have sex with you and she said that if I didn’t do something about it, I’d never find out because it was obvious that you wouldn’t do what her dad had tried to do to her.”

“Gemma, I can’t believe that you’ve been talking to Claire about having sex with me. Just what makes you think I would agree to sleep with you?”

“I wasn’t thinking of sleeping Grandad, that’s the last thing I’d want you to do with me.”

“The fact that you downloaded those stories to read whenever you wish to be aroused tells me that you miss having sex, and I’m willing to bet that you masturbate while you read them. I admit that after I’d read them, I did and I began fantasizing about having sex with you.”

The little minx was right, I did masturbate after I’d read my latest downloaded stories and I fantasized about what I would do and who I’d like to do it with. What she couldn’t know was that I did fantasize about getting into her knickers and thoughts of Claire had also figured in my fevered imagination.

“Claire is correct; I wouldn’t try to have sex with you.”

Gemma suddenly stood, turned to face me and then knelt before me. Taking my hand she placed it on her left breast and, even through the material of her T-shirt and ‘bra, I felt the nipple harden and rise. My hand responded by cupping the firm and proud mound of her breast and rubbing my thumb over the top of her, now erect, nipple.

“Let me attempt to change your mind Grandad.”

She leant in towards me, thus pressing her breast more firmly against my hand as her own hand dropped to my groin to feel the erection that now strained against the fabric of my tracksuit trousers. I saw her eyes widen in surprise.

I could no longer fight nature. I stood up and, using her breast as a handle, forced her into a standing position. She reacted faster than I did to this new position and before I could get my left hand to her right breast, she’d thrust her hand into the waistband of my tracksuit and boxers to grasp my erection.

I am 6ft 1in tall and weigh 200lbs. My cock is to the same scale, so she had just grasped a rod that was a little over 9 inches long and almost six inches in circumference. She gasped in surprise, I gasped in sheer, undiluted, delight, and lust reigned supreme.

“Good god! That’s huge.”

“Gemma, This is not a good idea, but if you really intend to carry on then I think we should lock the door and go upstairs.”

“I locked the door when I came in.”

I was wasting my breath. Gemma was in her own world of sexual arousal and exploration and I wasn’t about to prevent her doing what she so obviously needed to do.
She used her free hand to pull my hands away from her breasts, removed her hand from my trousers, and then sank to her knees.

As she descended, her thumbs hooked into my wasteland and took both trousers and boxers down to my ankles. Gemma had her first good look at an aroused, throbbing penis and I was praying that she’d take hold of it.

My prayers were answered. She wrapped both her hands around my shaft and squeezed it gently before commencing to slide her hands along its length.

“I’ll never be able to get this monster inside me.”

Without realizing what I was doing, I placed my hands behind her head and applied pressure to bring her face closer. She didn’t pause; she just opened her mouth and, placing her lips around the head of my cock, continued masturbating me.

Her tongue began licking my cock head and then she moved a hand from my shaft in order to fondle my balls. Gemma sucked my cock head for a few more minutes and then pulled away from me.

“Undress me, please.”

“We should go upstairs first.”

“This is my fantasy, and I want to be undressed down here and laid on that table, by you.