From - Fri Feb 21 01:44:36 1997 Path: nntp.earthlink.net!mr.net!newsfeeds.sol.net!feed1.news.erols.com!howland.erols.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: MrDouble@ix.netcom.com (Mr Double) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest Subject: "Our Granddad" by Drifter, Part 1 Date: Sun, 09 Feb 1997 02:23:51 GMT Organization: Rosa Lopez Internacial (R.L.I. Industries) Lines: 304 Message-ID: <5djcfn$osm@dfw-ixnews9.ix.netcom.com> Reply-To: MrDouble@ix.netcom.com NNTP-Posting-Host: dal-tx7-13.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Sat Feb 08 8:23:51 PM CST 1997 X-Newsreader: Mr Double Agent Xref: nntp.earthlink.net alt.sex.stories:182244 alt.sex.stories.incest:14710 (c) Copyright 1997 Drifter ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS Our Granddad. Part 1 Grand Dad, whose name is William T Miller, Bill to all his friends is my father-in-law and I am Kathy Miller. He is Granddad, only when my 15 and 16 year old daughters are around. But to me he is my "Pop" and I love him dearly, I never had a father, he died when I was very young. My husband's father has filled that gap so thoroughly I never thought of him as my in-law. He was just my Pop. From the moment I met him I was terribly drawn to him. He made me feel so welcome in the family. He was bright, well educated, fun, gentle and handsome. If I hadn't been dating his son I would have been terribly attracted to him as a man, I'm not so sure that I wasn't anyway. When his wife of 30 some odd years, my mother-in-law, passed away, the family was shocked and relieved. She had been sick for some time and in a great deal of pain. Everyone said it was for the best. I don't know, I was never close to either my mother or my mother-in-law. Somehow I was always closer to men than women. But in all the others the grief was so thick you could taste it in the air so she must have had something going for her at one point. Now, a year later, thankfully, everyone had gradually started to heal. A full year after the funeral my husband's father was coming for his first visit with us. I had missed him sorely. We (mostly me) had planned well for our intended purpose. No General ever worked harder on their strategic plan. We, again mostly me, were intent on getting Pop to move to our city, either in with us in the guest bedroom, or in the small apartment over the garage, or into his own apartment somewhere near by. My husband was not totally enthusiastic about it but he also didn't say no. For the next two weeks, at least, he would be staying in our guest room and that would give me some time to try and convince him of the wisdom of my suggestion. The day he arrived he hit our house like a whirlwind. Grabbing first one then the other of us in his great bear hug. His energy and zest for life was greater than even I remembered. My husband was shaking his head... almost angry. My daughters were laughing and delighted with the arrival of their Granddad. Then he came to me. His arms went around me and he lifted me off the floor as he hugged me to him. Then he kissed me on the lips tenderly, so light it belied the power of the man. All I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. I felt terribly excited just by being with the man. My Pop had returned. My husband, his son, had made his apologies and returned to work. Paul was in construction like Pop had been before him and he had to get back to the job site. I thought he seemed almost gruff as he talked to his father. After Paul left I walked up to Pop and hugged him again. He hugged me back enthusiastically and I enjoyed it immensely. I thrilled at the exuberance of the man. Then still in his arms I looked up at him and asked, "Pop.....Is there something wrong between you and Paul?" "Nothing for you to worry about Kitten." "OK Pop, but I know you are fibbing to me. Come into the kitchen and talk to me while I start dinner." He followed me and soon was ensconced in a kitchen chair with a beer in front of him. I felt his eyes following me as I worked. Each time I looked over at him I caught him looking at me, or rather at my body. I couldn't resist smiling inside..I like to be looked over by men. I'm in pretty good shape to have had two kids. Each time I worked hard to get my figure back and I'm proud to say I'm still a 37c - 23 - 35, just like the day Paul and I married. My breasts sag a bit more now but they are still firm enough and bounce nicely I'm told. My ass is tight and trim and attracts a lot of comment on the construction sites. Any time I want my ego boosted I just have to visit Paul at a work site. As you can tell I'm proud of my body. I enjoy it and the pleasures it gives me... that is when Paul is home. He works so hard and is gone a lot. But the company, our company, is doing well. Well enough in fact that I no longer have to work in the office. Although I miss the whistles and sexual comments I got daily at the sites. Now I found my self polishing a silver plate. As I briskly rubbed the cloth over it I could feel my breasts sway back and forth. I knew Pop was enjoying the view when I glanced over at him and saw him smiling as he stared at my boobs swaying. I don't know what happened but in a second things changed and I realized I was teasing Pop. I laughed to myself and thought, that's one way to get him to stay. He stirred me from my thoughts and I heard him say, "Forgive me Kathy... I was just admiring you darling. You are as beautiful as you were the day I met you. How do you do it. You look like a teen-ager." I turned and smiled at him and said, "Pop you are so full of it. But thank you. A girl always loves to hear complements like that.... it's been a long time since I heard such nice talk from that son of yours. He is always too busy working to even notice." "I know love, I was the same when I was his age. So wrapped up in career. Now that June is gone I wish I had spent more time with her. Oh well no crying over spilt milk." "You miss her a lot don't you?" "Yeah I do.... the others since then just aren't the same...." I looked at him startled... then I recovered as I realized, that of course he would be dating again, he is a vibrant vigorous man. He has needs just like I do. But I felt a twinge of jealousy and I said, "Having trouble making connections Pop?" "Hell no darlin' making connection is easy, getting laid is easy... it's finding someone to talk to that's hard." "Pop... you are too much. A lot of guys your age would just sit... I'm glad your not. Tell me about it." "Ahhh darlin' if I could find someone like you... but all they want now is a good time dancing or partying and then into the sack. Wham bam and goodnight. I don't mean to sound unappreciative. These young ladies are talented in the sack, and willing, and assertive and I love all that. But then like June taught me, I want to cuddle and talk and work up gradually to the next tussle, if you know what I mean." "Pop you are priceless. Yes I understand tussle. Some women would kill for a guy like you." And I realized I was wishing Paul had more of his father in him. I also realized I envied the women he was dating. Then I asked, "How old are these ladies you are dating?" "Oh golly... from 28 to 55. But most of them 35 to 40. It seems to be the best group if they would just slow down and enjoy." Damn that's my age group. I am 36, no wonder he was looking me over, he is dating my peers. I smiled at him and said, "Pop... you know you are dating women my age." I felt his eyes roam over my body and then in a second he said, "I know Kathy and I enjoy the hell out of them... if I could just talk to them like this." "Have you tried? After the sex, or tussle, do you try to talk?" "Yeah darlin'... but all they want to talk about was how great they got off, or how many times they got off, or how I stretched them so and such.... I want to know what they do when they aren't screwing some body's head off and counting how many times they cum." I couldn't help laughing... these women were paying him one hell of a complement and he could not care less. Then I felt warm inside as I thought, he must be damned good in bed. Dinner was about ready and the phone rang. Paul would be out til after midnight... again... the damn union wanted to talk some more. I swore and told him I missed him and hurry home.... when he could. I told Pop and called the girls to set the table. The girls are Poly 15 and Peggy 16. I am proud to say they take after their Mom and are sweethearts. They are darling young ladies just coming into womanhood. I had very little time before I would have young boys all over the place. Peggy already had her following. They set the table and Pop talked to them about school, boys, activities. They loved him, for among other reasons, cause he made them feel so special. He did have that knack. Over dinner I learned more about Peggy's boyfriends than I had learned in the previous 6 months she had been dating. She just gushed out to Pop: which boy was her favorite, how she had to spank their hands when they got to grabby. The same with Polly, I didn't even know she had a boy friend. They couldn't date but I found out they had been making out, kissing only, in the movie. I was careful to not act too motherly and by the end of dinner we were all closer than we had been in years. I looked over at this man and I wanted to kiss him for this prize he had provided me. I vowed to follow his gentle example more with the girls.. Pop volunteered to clear the table and the girls each gave him a big hug and told him they were glad he was going to be around, at least for a while. They disappeared and he and I started clearing the table, I found myself picking up on the previous conversation, "Do you have any one special now Pop?" "No Kathy.... I'm still looking. I don't mean to embarrass you, but I realized as we have been talking, that I'm looking for someone like you. It's a shame you don't have a twin sister around somewhere. You are beautiful and damned sexy, if you don't mind me saying so. You are smart, sweet, soft spoken and caring. If I found someone like you I would go for them in a minute. That's for sure." I had never been so flattered in my life... he did have the knack... yet I knew he meant every word and I was overwhelmed... I couldn't stop the tear in my eye. He saw my eyes watering and he stepped over to me and pulled me in his arms gently patting my back, "Oh kitten... I'm sorry. my big mouth.... forgive me .. what did I say wrong?" "Nothing you sweetheart... you just made me feel like the hottest thing since sliced bread.... like some beautiful exotic queen.... thank you my dear lovely Pop. I do love you so much." He was still holding me in his arms and I raised up and kissed his lips softly. I was stunned by the feeling I had as if I had been shocked. He felt it too and I had the hardest time not kissing him again... with a real kiss... a lovers kiss. Instead I pulled away with great regret and went back to clearing the table. He was quiet and so was I. I knew we had both felt it, felt the incredible sexual attraction between us. The kitchen cleaned, we moved to the living room. For the next hour he told me stories about his life. How he had worked and fought his way up, self educated, until he owned one of the largest construction companies in the country. None of it was bragging. He was really very self effacing in his story. I loved listening to him. The girls had come in and listened for awhile and then when I insisted, they kissed us both goodnight and went to bed. I excused my self and changed my clothes. I was getting uncomfortable in my bra and dress. I usually wore sweat suits with nothing on beneath them Today I had dressed up for Pop and now I had to get out of them. In my bedroom I slowly undressed in front of the mirror and wondered how I measured up to some of Pop's girlfriends. Soon I took off that damned bra. My breast stood up pretty damn good I thought. I turned one way and then the other and smiled as I realized I was wondering how Pop would react if he saw me like this. I embarrassed myself and turned away from the mirror blushing. I slipped into my thin nightgown and my floor length robe. I combed my hair and washed my face. I never wore make up but it made me feel better to wash... and it cooled my fever. Then I headed for the living room and my darling Pop. He was sitting on one end of the couch watching TV. When I came into the room he started to turn the set off. I told him to watch if he liked, I would just cuddle up and watch with him. I sat close and leaned into his side. His arm went around me and he hugged me gently. We sat like that until the show we were watching was over then I clicked the set off and looked at him, so comfortable in his arms. "Pop... why don't you move in with us? You said you didn't have anyone special and we... I would love for you to. Paul is gone most of the time, you are such great company to me, the girls adore you....." The question hung in the air for a moment. Then Pop leaned over and kissed my cheek, "Ahh Kathy... you do know how to tempt a man. It all sounds so good...but it wouldn't work. I love you sweetheart for asking, for wanting me. But there are a couple of very big reasons it wouldn't work. First there is my son. He and I would be into the old arguments before the week was out... he is mad at me for dating again. When he was at home we barely tolerated each other.. I love him Kathy but I think we are to much alike to live under the same roof." I mentally decided the garage apartment would fix all of that and I smiled at him and said, "I know how to get around that Pop, you said there were two reasons." "The other one is damned personal kitten... are you sure you want to know?" "Pop, I would do anything to keep you here... please tell me... I have enjoyed tonight more than you will ever know. I love you so much, I enjoy being with you, please tell me the other reason." "OK darlin'... the other reason is you.... I am ....damned attracted to you. I always have been.... being around you for just a couple of days I can control myself. But I'm afraid if I were with you much longer I would make a huge fool of myself." My God... he wants me as a woman... he wants to make love to me... My head whirled as I tried to digest what he had just said. I never would have dreamed. I felt my pulse raging... I found it hard to speak. I looked up at him and felt nothing but love and excitement. He took my silence for shock and disgust I guess cause after a second he said, "I will make some excuse tomorrow and leave. Forget I mentioned it. I had no right." I put my hand up to his lips, I felt my full breast press into his chest and I was getting turned on rapidly.... but most of all I was confused by my feelings as I said, "Hush .... don't even talk about leaving... I've got you here for at least two weeks... we will work something out. I want you to relax and just be with me. I know we can work this out. I will never forgive you if you leave before I've had my time with you." I felt his lips on mine, lightly kissing me. Not the kiss of a father but that of a tentative lover. I was thrilled by the kiss.... but slowly pulled away, smiling at him and said, "This is one of the hardest things I have ever done but I am going to bed... alone. Goodnight... I love you. We will talk tomorrow when things are calmer...." And I forced myself to go to bed....my sleep was that of the of the restless. I woke up every hour or so. Paul had come home and was fast asleep. I thought of Pop just down the hall and wondered what I was going to do. As I looked at Paul I thought, My dear husband... if you only knew the ideas in your wife's head. end part 1 Read more from Drifter at Mr Double's web page: http://www.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html