“You didn’t think all that wet was from you, did you?” she asked, smiling as she settled herself back on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her. Shit! What have I done?
I gently rubbed her back as she shivered in my arms. I was so caught up in my reminiscing… fuck! No wonder it seemed so real. Now I had really crossed the line. It was one thing to spy or even feel a tit but this went way beyond anything I could ever try to justify.
Ellie’s t-shirt had ridden up and as I massaged her lower back my hand touched bare flesh. Goddamnit! It just kept getting worse. My sleep shorts were the only thing between her bare pussy and my spent cock. I felt it stir at the thought. I willed it to lie still. Damn! I needed to think but I couldn’t focus with my nearly naked teenage granddaughter sprawled across me. What was I going to do? Well, first thing, I was going to clean up.
“Ellie…” I whisper. “That was…”
“Amazing, Paw-paw,” she cut me off as she lifted her head and looked me in the eye. “Telling me about your first time with grandma just got me so hot that I couldn’t help myself,” she smiled embarrassedly.
“It was wrong, Ellie!” I told her, even as my cock responded to the heat of her pussy through my thin sleep shorts.
“It was beautiful, Paw-paw!” she protested. “You pulled me down against you so hard that I just creamed and creamed.” She wiggled around against my cock for emphasis. “I’m still leaking,” she whispered.
“That’s enough, Ellie,” I pushed her away and caught a glimpse of her wet pussy as she fell back on the bed. Her hair was matted around her puffy pussy lips and I had to lick my dry lips before I could speak. “We need to get cleaned up and then we’ll talk about this.” I told her but she wasn’t looking at me. Well, she was looking at me but not my face. I followed her gaze to my crotch where my hard cock was betraying me by creating a tent on the front of my cum-soaked shorts. Fuck!
I swung my legs over the other side of the bed and headed to my bathroom for a shower, and some time to think. As I was closing the door, I looked back and Ellie was walking out of my bedroom. She walked slowly and was pulling her t-shirt over her head as she reached her bathroom door. I stood frozen in my doorway as I stared at the impressions my fingers had made on her cute, round ass cheeks. I shook my head and closed my bathroom door.
You’re a lot of help, I told my cock as it stood at attention. No remorse down there. I slipped off my sleep shorts but before I tossed them in the hamper I ran my fingers over the outside dampness. Ellie’s dampness. I sniffed my fingers and inhaled her sweet aroma. Fuck! My cock stiffened even more and I wanted to lick the outside of my shorts. No! Goddamnit! This is wrong! So fucking wrong! I threw the shorts in the hamper and stepped into the shower.
I took a long, hot shower, trying to sort out my feelings. How was I going to face Ellie after this? Sweet, young Ellie, who only wanted to know about her grandma and I. Innocent, young Ellie, who never thought it appropriate to touch her boyfriend’s cock. Sexy, young Ellie, who rocked her teenage pussy to a blistering orgasm against my hard cock. What was I going to say to this teenage goddess who was lathering soap all over her firm young body in the other bathroom while I stroked my aching cock in mine?
After showering, I pulled on my typical outfit of Dockers shorts and a polo shirt and followed the smell of frying bacon into the kitchen. I still wasn’t sure what I was going to say to Ellie but I knew we had to talk.
I stopped at the kitchen door and watched her at the stove. She had her back to me and was wearing one of her grandmother’s aprons over a zebra striped bikini.
“Why are you in your swimsuit?” I asked, my eyes focused on the black and white stripes across her round ass.
“Oh, hi Paw-paw,” she smiled at me over her shoulder. “I’m meeting Josh at the pool later so I figured I’d just put my suit on now,” she shrugged. “I borrowed grandma’s apron so I wouldn’t splatter bacon grease on my tummy.”
“Good idea,” I said, trying for a casual smile. I hadn’t anticipated so much bare skin. How was I supposed to concentrate on what I had to say.
“Omelet okay for breakfast?” she queried, turning back to the stove. When I tore my eyes away from her ass, I noticed she had onions, ham and tomatoes chopped up into little pieces on the cutting board.
“Wonderful,” I answered. “I’ll go get my newspaper”
“It’ll be ready when you get back,” she called to me as I went out the front door.
Sure enough, when I came back in, the bacon was on the table and Ellie was sliding an omelet onto a plate with a spatula. She had taken off the apron and I watched her move around the kitchen in her bikini. The zebra stripes curved nicely around her breasts, kind of lifting them up and giving her some additional cleavage. The bottom had ties on the sides and was cut so low I was surprised not to see pubic hair. Having spied on her, I knew the bikini was just barely covering her neatly trimmed bush.
I flipped through my newspaper as we ate, unable to focus on any of the stories. I complimented her on the omelets and we talked about her plans for the week. Both of us tried extra hard to act normal but this morning’s episode lingered thickly in the air between us.