Forced to move in my house she walked around here with an attitude for months. I get it. What girl wants to live with her grandpa. I didn’t mind her being here. My wife died years ago. I hadn’t had company or seen a woman in years. She demanded on wearing slutty outfits & refused to get dressed at all most weekends. I tried to keep my eyes and my thoughts to myself and I did. Most days. There were days I’d go rub one out in the bathroom. I can’t make an excuse. She had perfect jiggly tits and a nice thick ass. My response was natural.

She liked to come sit in my oversized chair with me without warning. She’d bounce down the hallway wearing panties and plop down next to me. She’d sit right under my arm with her arm wrapped around me, looking up at me with sad and angry eyes. I’d hold her close and kiss her forehead. We didn’t talk much. I was trying to hide my growing boner. She’d sit there about 30 minutes holding me, her perfect tits pressed into me and she’d bounce off to her room again. I noticed when she got up my chair was wet where she was sitting.

She was at a friends one day when I got a notification. It was a picture of a pretty plump wet pussy. I was already jerking off before I realized who I was looking at. By then I didn’t even care because another picture came through better than the first. She had spread it open with her fingers and I could see her juices. I came fast!

When she came home that night I told her to go shower and come back and sit with me. We needed to have a talk! She showered and bounced down the hall towards me, dripping…