I helped her clean up the table and then retired to my easy chair with the rest of my newspaper.
“Don’t be mad at me, Paw-paw,” Ellie said, sitting on the couch instead of her usual spot on my lap.
“Mad at you? Oh, Ellie, I’m not mad at you,” I answered tossing my newspaper to the floor.
“You seem like you are,” she murmured quietly, looking at the floor instead of at me. In that moment, she was no longer a teenage sex goddess, just a confused granddaughter.
“Come here,” I opened my arms and gestured to my lap. Only realizing my mistake when I remembered how scantily dressed she was. Ellie bounded across the room and onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her tits bounced merrily and she pressed them against my chest as she kissed me.
“I’m sorry I made you mad, Paw-paw,” she said, looking into my eyes as my arms wrapped around her mostly bare skin.
“I told you I’m not mad, Ellie,” I answered. “It’s just that what happened this morning was wrong.” Despite my words, my cock was responding to the closeness of her body.
“No, Paw-paw,” Ellie argued. “I can’t believe that.” She sat up, moving around on my stiffening cock. “That story was so beautiful and when I saw how into it you were, I just wanted to be a part of it.”
“I know, honey, but you’re my granddaughter, not my wife,” even as I said this, I realized how hypocritical it was for me to spy on her and then lecture her about our relationship. My cock wasn’t helping things either, poking against her bikini-clad bottom.
“But I look like her, right?” Ellie asked and I just nodded without answering. “Do you know what part really got to me, Paw-paw?” Ellie plunged ahead without waiting for an answer. “When you talked about sucking on grandma’s breasts and how you dragged your teeth along her nipple like you knew she liked. I don’t know why but that just got me so wet.”
“Ellie…” I tried to stop her but she disarmed me with our ground rules.
“You always said that no subject was taboo, Paw-paw.” Ellie challenged me with a raised eyebrow.
“Okay,” I sighed, throwing my arms up in resignation. Thinking about Ellie’s young pussy getting wet was exciting me anyway and I found myself wanting to hear more.
“I told you that Josh sucks on my nipples, right?” Ellie asked, almost rhetorically. “Well, it isn’t anything like what you did to grandma. I mean, he just sucks and it feels good but when you said that you dragged your teeth along them…” she squirmed and it was obvious she was having the same reaction she had this morning. Her face was glowing with arousal when she whispered, “I want to know what that feels like, Paw-paw.”
“Honey, you just need to tell Joshua…” I didn’t get a chance to finish because Ellie had reached behind her neck and untied the top strap of her suit. She let it fall forward; exposing her milky white breasts as she undid the strap across her back.
There is nothing quite so erotic as the delicate curve of a teenage breast and Ellie’s were perfect; the perfect shape and the perfect size. They were just large enough to be sexy yet small enough to sit high on her chest, rising like two firm, white, nipple-tipped domes.
“Please, Paw-paw,” Ellie pleaded as she dropped her bikini top on the floor. “I don’t want to tell anybody what to do, I want someone who knows what to do.”
“But Ellie…” even as I protested, my hand was closing around her perfect breast and my thumb was brushing against her puffy nipple.
“Oh, Paw-paw!!” Ellie sighed as she sat up straight and pulled my head towards her hard nipple. Turning her body towards me, she ground her ass against my throbbing cock as my mouth found her thick little nub. I suckled gently while continuing to knead the soft flesh of her teenage tit.
God! I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw them in the bathroom mirror. I took a deep breath and tried to slow my urgency. I wanted to maul her tits, chew on her puffy nipples and eat them right off of her chest but this was Ellie’s first time. She needed me to caress them and tease them and make love to them like I did the first time with Helen.
I slowed my attack, sucking gently and scrapping my teeth lightly along the length of her elongated nipple. I had been surprised at how thick her nipples were and now I was getting a chance to see how long they could get.
“Oh yes! Paw-paw!” Ellie moaned. “Do the other one, too,” she begged. I tried to stretch my neck to reach her other breast but it was awkward and uncomfortable.
Ellie jumped off my lap and climbed back onto the chair facing me with her knees on either side of my thighs. Her left nipple was pink and swollen while her right one hadn’t even been touched. She quickly shoved her right nipple into my face and raked her fingers through my hair as soon as I started sucking it. With Ellie facing me this way, I was able to fondle both of her breasts while my mouth gave its full attention to her nipples. I squeezed and caressed her fleshy tits while my teeth closed around her nipple and I flicked the hard tip of it with my tongue.
I once gave Helen an orgasm this way without ever touching her pussy. This thought came back to me as I made love to my granddaughter’s chest and I became determined to do the same thing for Ellie. I lost track of time as I mauled her tits, teased her nipples and bit at the soft flesh around them. Ellie moaned and rocked against me as I continued my onslaught of her deliciously supple chest.
“Oh Paw-paw!! Oh God!” Ellie started convulsing and I couldn’t believe I had actually given her an orgasm. She nudged my head away from her sensitive nipple but continued bouncing wildly in my lap. When I pulled my head back I saw the real reason for her reaction. Her left hand was jammed into the front of her bikini and she was rocking feverishly against it.
I thought I might cum in my pants at the sight of my half-naked granddaughter masturbating on my lap. She smiled guiltily at me as her fingers slowed down and she collapsed against my chest without removing her hand from bikini bottoms. I pulled her tightly against me as the sweet aroma of her release drifted up to my nostrils. She was breathing hard and shivering in my arms.
So much for the talk we were going to have. My cock was throbbing inside my shorts as I inhaled her scent. Ellie shuffled around on my lap and started tugging at my shirt.
“I want to feel your skin, Paw-paw,” Ellie whispered breathlessly. “Please, take off your shirt.” She leaned back continuing to pull on my shirt. I helped her get it over my head and dropped it on the floor next to her bikini top. Her soft tits were warm against my skin as she settled back onto my chest with a sigh.
“That was even more wonderful than I thought it would be,” Ellie said, without lifting her head from my shoulder. “You made me tremble with pleasure, Paw-paw,” she added, referencing her earlier talk with her grandma. I stroked her hair and held her against me. They didn’t just look the same; they were alike in a lot of other ways, too.
I’m not sure how long we stayed like that but it was so comfortable I don’t think either one of us wanted to move. I had to admit, Ellie was right, the feel of skin on skin was incredible. I lightly rubbed her bare back until she stopped shivering and her breathing returned to normal.
Ellie was the first one to stir, lifting up so she could pull her hand out from between her legs. Once again the distinct smell of love juice filled the room as she pulled her fingers from her wet pussy. I wanted to tell her how much I loved that smell and ask her if I could lick her fingers but I held back, still uncertain where this was going. She looked around for something to wipe her fingers on but found nothing. I reached down beside my chair and handed her my polo shirt. She blushed as she wiped pussy juice from her fingers, and then kissed me lightly on my lips.
“I love you, Paw-paw,” she said, as she moved around and assumed her more natural position across my lap. She was still naked except for her skimpy bikini bottoms as she laid her head against my chest. “I wish I could make you tremble with pleasure, too,” she whispered. Holy fuck! Where did that come from?
“Ellie, I think we’ve already gone farther than we should have,” I answered, my cock clearly disagreeing as it strained against my shorts. What happened to my grandfatherly talk about how wrong this was?