Dirty Grandpa

Literotic asexstories – Dirty Grandpa by silkstockingslover,silkstockingslover Summary: Home made videos from the past ignites wild adventures.

Note 1: This is a twisted Breezy fantasy.

Note 2: This is a Holiday 2023 Contest story so please vote.

Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing.

Dirty Grandpa

“Mom, as sweet as the old guy is, I can’t spend my entire Christmas break looking after Grandpa,” Sheila argued into the phone. Her sorority roommate and best friend Essence was between her legs, licking her pussy.

“You can and you will,” Carol argued back.

“Don’t you remember I’m bringing Essence home for the holidays?” Sheila pointed out… they’d already made some plans… Seattle party life was often lots of fun.

“Perfect! Then you can both look after him,” Carol said. “He’s quite a handful, you know.”

“A handful? Really?” Sheila asked. But handful or not, her Mom did have a point, since he was recovering from a botched hip replacement, and he’d already been bedridden for several weeks.

“Yes. He needs a lot of attention,” the Mother said. “And your Dad and I really need a break.”

“Fine,” the daughter said. It’s not like she could refuse. Her parents were paying all her college expenses, for her car, and her half of the monthly rent at her sorority. Plus, she did miss her Grandpa. He was an amazing man. He always had been, ever since she could remember.

“Good,” she said. “We’ve already booked our flight, so you need to be here by 5:00 pm on the twenty-first, so you can see us off shortly afterwards.”

“You booked your tickets already?” Sheila asked, surprised.

“Yes, because we knew we could count on you. Your Dad and I have been working full time, plus looking after my Dad, and keeping you supplied with money,” she pointed out.

“I know, I know,” Sheila said. She then let out a little moan when Essence slid two fingers into her pussy.

“You okay, honey?” Carol asked.

“Fine, fine,” Sheila answered, “but I’ve got to go. We’ll be there on the twenty-first.”

“Great,” Carol said. “We really appreciate your making this sacrifice, and I’m sure you two girls will have fun with your Grandpa.”

“Yeah, wild parties galore,” Sheila groaned sarcastically.

“No parties in my house,” she snapped, missing the sarcasm.

“I was kidding,” she sighed, and then bit her lips. Essence was being a bad girl right now, tapping her g-spot. “Gotta go, bye,” she said quickly, hung up, and blurted, “You fucking bitch!”

“You love it,” Essence teased, as she sucked Sheila’s clit into her mouth. A few seconds later, Sheila was coming all over her roomie’s pretty black face.

“I never said I don’t,” Sheila grinned. “But you’re still a bitch.”

“Then sit up and eat yourself some bitch chocolate,” Essence grinned back. She stood up, and once Sheila sat up, Essence pulled her face into her pussy.

“Mmmmm,” Sheila purred, as she began lapping up her favourite snack.

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A week later on the 21st, the girls drove for six-and-a-half hours from Portland OR to Seattle WA. They arrived just a few minutes before her parents were due to leave for to the airport. They shared some quick hugs, the Mom gave the girls some instructions, and then the parents rushed off and girls were left alone with Grandpa Charlie.

Sheila was sad that her once athletic and lively Grandfather was now confined to a bed at the back of the house. She took a deep breath to settle down her sadness before she crept into his room. He was awake, so she greeted him enthusiastically, “Grandpa!”

“Baby Girl!” Charlie replied with equal delight, happy to see his youngest grandchild.

Sheila went to the bed and gave him a big hug. “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too,” the Grandfather said, as he wrapped his arms around his twenty-one-year-old granddaughter.

Essence came in and said, “Hey, Papa Charlie.”

“Hey, girl.” Charlie said when he saw Essence, who was a beautiful black girl who always got his old cock erect in a heartbeat.

They chatted for a few minutes before the girls went to unpack, and to make supper and bring it to him. They sat and ate with him, and Essence suggested, “Hey, why don’t we move you out into the living room, instead of keeping you cooped up in this tiny bedroom, Papa Charlie?”

“That would be great,” Charlie agreed immediately, “I’m sick of this room.”

It took some work, and some help from the neighbours, but a team effort managed to get Charlie and the bed down the hall and into the living room. It was a very fancy bed, with wheels, an electric motor, and controls that allowed him to ‘drive’ the bed near to or away from the television. And then it could sit him up so he could see the screen easily, of read and so forth, and then lie him back down so he could sleep. Unfortunately he couldn’t just drive it down the hallway, because it was much too wide. So it needed to be totally disassembled in the bedroom, and reassembled in the living room.

That night, Charlie suffered through two Hallmark Christmas movies, although he did have numerous opportunities to admire Essence in her t-shirt and shorts, that showcased her long black legs. He couldn’t deny that his granddaughter was hot too, and although his body was still recuperating… his dick still worked quite well, creating a prominent and constant tent in his pyjamas.

Essence noticed the old man was checking her out… and she also noticed the tent in his pyjamas. Which got her to wondering how big he was. She had a thing for older men… having fucked a few men in their forties or older… although never anybody as old as Papa Charlie.

The girls finished the evening with a sixty-nine in the same bedroom Sheila had grown up in, trying to be quiet while they got each other off.

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December the 22nd

That morning the girls, who were both majoring in nursing, needed to give Charlie a sponge bath. Once they’d gotten him undressed, Sheila was surprised to see how big her Grandpa was. He was easily eight inches… and his pecker got hard during his bath… and it was thick as fuck… thicker than any dick she’d ever sucked or fucked.

Charlie apologized for his dick hardening while his granddaughter and her friend were bathing him, “Sorry girls, Little Chuckie has a mind of his own.”

“No worries, Grandpa,” Sheila said, but she couldn’t help staring at how huge her Grandfather’s dick was.

“Stud, I’m just impressed you can still get it up that well,” Essence said, also admiring the big, fat, hard dick.

“I’m not dead yet, missy,” Charlie said, all soaped up.

“Definitely not,” Essence grinned, giving the old man a wink.

Once they were done and they’d gotten him dressed, Sheila, remembering that her Grandpa was one of those unfortunates whose birthday was close to Christmas asked, “What do you want for your birthday, Grandpa?”

“When is your birthday, Papa Charlie?” Essence asked.

“Tomorrow,” he said.

“Then we’ll have to celebrate,” she said.

“That would be nice,” he said.

“So again, what do you want for a present?” Sheila asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Then think about it, “she said. “We’re going out for a while, and I’ll expect an answer when we get back.”

“Okay, okay,” he said.

“We’ll be back in a few hours,” she added.

“Okay.”

The girls went out, and once they were in the car, Essence said, “Jesus! Your Grandpa is packing a huge dick!”

“Okay, but he’s my Grandpa,” Sheila pointed out.

“So you didn’t notice his massive dick?”

“I didn’t say that,” Sheila responded. “I’m just saying he’s my Grandpa.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t admire such a tremendous dick,” Essence said.

“Which is exactly what I did,” Sheila admitted.

“You incestuous slut,” Essence teased.

“Hey!” Sheila objected. “Just looking isn’t incestuous.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like you wouldn’t ride that cock if he invited you to,” Essence continued pushing… which she’d done many times, to push Sheila into unexplored sexual practices.

“Essence!” Sheila gasped.

“I know that I would.”

“Yeah, you and your older men.”

“They know how to fuck,” Essence shrugged. “You know, like practice makes perfect?”

“Just remember he’s my Grandpa.”

“I’ll always remember that your Grandpa has a big, fat dick.”

The girls went shopping… had a good lunch… bought some drinks for the evening… and on their way back with Sheila driving, Essence suddenly snapped, “Pull into that strip mall!”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Fine, but I want to get back to Grandpa. We’ve already been away too long,” Sheila argued, but nevertheless she did pull into the strip mall parking lot, and she noticed an adult store. “Okay, I get it. What do you need from that kind of store?”

“I forgot to bring along my strap-on,” Essence said.

“You are not fucking me while my Grandpa is in the house,” Sheila objected.

“You say that now,” Essence said, “but I know you can’t resist me. Plus, I bet your pussy got so wet when you saw Grandpa Charlie’s huge, fat dick.”

“You’re fucking sick,” Sheila said, shaking her head, although she’d be lying if she claimed that her Grandfather’s cock hadn’t indeed impressed her, and it had somehow corkscrewed its way into her head.

“I’ll be right back,” Essence said, leaning over and kissing her best friend and ofttimes lover, before scurrying away.

Sheila sighed, then went on her phone and scrolled Instagram, like she always did in her idle moments.

Essence returned with a rather large couple of bags and said brightly, “Wait until you see what I bought!”

“More than just a dick to fuck me with, I’m guessing,” Sheila said, suddenly realizing she was feeling quite horny.

“A lot more,” she chirped. “It’s Christmas! I found some seasonal attire for us, and I also got a special present for Pappa Charlie.”

“What could you possibly buy my seventy-one-year-old Grandfather from a sex shop?” Sheila asked, almost not wanting to know… but of course… more wanting to know than not.

“You’ll see,” she said, all sing song.

“Fine,” Sheila said. She knew Essence was always full of surprises, including bringing over a dozen high school cheerleaders, all of them eighteen of course, to serve as lesbian playthings for the sorority house for a night. Or taking Sheila to a bar called The Pit, where she discovered the joys of black cock. Or when they went to Boston for Spring Break (really? Who goes to Boston for spring break?) where she learned about a secret lesbian club called Le Chateau Club, which was the home of a lesbian society. They were going back there for the next Spring Break, too.

“You’ll love it,” the black beauty assured her girlfriend, her head spinning with all her wicked ideas.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sheila said, although she knew she’d likely love it… except for whatever weird thing Essence was giving to Grandpa.

When they returned, Sheila once again asked her Grandpa, “Time’s up! What do you want for your birthday tomorrow?”

“You couldn’t possibly give me what I want,” he said sorrowfully, as he looked at the two very pretty young ladies… his dick uncontrollably rising beneath the covers. What he really wanted was to fuck Essence.

“Don’t sell us short,” Sheila warned, “we’re very resourceful.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he chuckled, even though he was pretty sure she had no idea about what he was slyly implying.

Essence, on the other hand, was reading quite accurately behind his veiled words, added, planting the seeds for what might or might not actually happen, “Papa Charlie, we’ll do whatever you want us to do for your birthday.”

“That’s a sweet offer, but I doubt you’d even be able to do what I want,” he said, he too drawing them in… like two moths to a flame. He knew they’d seen his big erection. He’d seen the hungry looks on their faces. He’d recognized the intrigue in Essence’s eyes. He’d seen the surprise in his granddaughter’s eyes when she’d stared at his dick. He knew that dick had made a big impression on both girls… it had been doing that for more than fifty years.

“Try us,” Essence said.

“Well, I have a box in my bedroom that contains a bunch of old VHS tapes, and a couple of old audio cassettes I’d like transferred onto my computer so I could watch or listen to them. But I imagine that isn’t possible for anyone to do,” he said, knowing it was possible, but doubting that either of these young beauties knew how to do it.

“You underestimate us,” Essence said.

“Yes, my girlfriend here is a whiz with computer technology.” Sheila said.

“Could you do it?” Charlie asked, praying they could. He really missed watching those tapes. He still had a VHS machine, but the new televisions didn’t have the proper inputs for it, and his cassette player had broken long ago.

“Do you have a VHS player?” Essence asked.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t hook up to our fancy new televisions.”

“Well, that I can’t fix,” she said, “but I can definitely digitalize all your old VHS tapes and copy them to your computer.”

“That would be amazing!” he said excitedly, then shifted to concern, “but can you do it without watching them?”

“Likely,” Essence said, “I’ll just download some free software to your computer, connect the two machines together, then press Play and Record simultaneously.”

“That would be great!” he said. “But you two have to promise not to watch them.”

“If that’s what you wish,” Essence said, “although you making that request only makes me curiouser… to quote Alice… to see what they are.”

“Yeah, Grandpa. What could they possibly be that you don’t want us to see?” the granddaughter asked faux innocently. There was only one variety of entertainment they could be that would prompt such a request.

“They’re just old home videos,” he said, “primarily of your Grandmother… and well… I’d just like to vet them before I show them to anyone.”

“Of course, Grandpa, that makes sense,” Sheila said.

“Where are the VHS player and the tapes?” Essence asked.

“In a box in the back of the closet,” he said.

“That’s exactly where my Dad keeps his porn,” Essence joked.

“Essence!” Sheila gasped.

“Just saying,” Essence smiled, and she went into the bedroom, found the VHS player and the tapes, and returned… making two trips.

After she’d examined the player, she said, “We’ll need to go to a computer shop and pick up an adapter cable.”

“Oh, okay,” he said disappointedly.

“I can go get it right now,” Essence said. “It won’t take long.”

“That’d be great,” he said, “it’s been really boring around here for the last while.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get this done for you,” Sheila reassured him.

“And we’ll also make sure you’ll no longer get bored,” Essence added. “At least not while we’re here.”

“You two are so sweet,” he said, as he admired the black girl’s bootie from behind, assuming it would be tight as fuck. Which made him wonder if she actually might take it in the ass… and if his sweet granddaughter did as well. To his way of thinking, if a woman enjoyed having wild, kinky sex, that didn’t make her objectionable… it made her appealing and exciting.

“We’ll be back soon,” Essence said. “Do you want anything else?”

“My youth,” he joked.

“That’s a tall order, but we’ll see if it’s on sale,” she joked back.

The girls headed out, and Charlie went through the box. He was happy he’d labeled them in a discreet fashion, so that only he would understand what each one was. He pulled each one out, and smiled as he recalled each special ‘modeling’ session with his late sweetheart.

He went through the cassettes first. The first one was simply called Wedding, which captured the audio of the entire day when he’d said ‘I Do’ to his beautiful Bride back in 1973… this month would have been their 50th anniversary if she hadn’t passed away three years ago. The cassette included a soundtrack of their wedding night, when they’d lost their virginities to each other. It had been such a sweetly romantic night at first… but he soon learned… actually they’d both learned, that Dottie had a really nasty side to her. He could still remember her moans, her begging him to go faster, and eventually her, when she started demanding that he fuck her hard. Before that night he’d never heard her swear… but that night she used a variety of vulgar words during their marathon session that included him coming inside her pussy. Nd then later… because she’d demanded it in a very loud voice… he came on her face. Words like fuck, pussy, cock and dick escaped her lips, as did phrases like, ‘fuck my pussy,’ ‘give it to me stud,’ ‘God, I love your dick,’ and ‘come all over my face’ again. God, he’d love to hear those wicked first words again… and soon, thanks to Essence, he’d be able to.

The second audio was called Dottie 1. It was the first time Dottie had fucked another man while Charlie wasn’t present. He’d had to agree to it beforehand, even though he wasn’t all that comfortable about it at the time. Dottie audio-recorded the entire session as she fucked a man whom she’d met at the supermarket, gotten his number, then asked him ‘Ya wanna fuck?’ over the phone, and then arranged their getting together. It wasn’t his favourite sex adventure, since he’d never actually met the man, and didn’t even know what he looked like. Yet he did discover the first time she played the cassette for him while she was sucking on his dick and balls, that listening to her getting fucked by another man did indeed turn him on, and he came all over her face after only the first ten minutes of the thirty-minute audio.

The third and last cassette was simply entitled Dottie 2. It memorialized the first time she’d let another man sodomize her. This time Charlie had not only approved beforehand, but he’d been allowed to watch… while stroking his big dick… as their fifty-year-old Korean delivery guy got the best tip of his life… his dick in Dottie’s asshole.

Then he’d decided he just had to invest in a camcorder. They were very expensive back in the 1980s, but it was an investment that paid off big time.

He next went through his VHS tapes. The first one made him laugh. He’d entitled it Dottie Gets Religion. It was a tape of four different sexual encounters with Pastor Frank Davis. Each of these segments had been filmed in different areas of the church on Sundays when Charlie was on the road. Dottie had made them hotter by wearing sexy lingerie under her conservative church attire, and her nasty mouth, when she often repeated the phrase, “Oh God!” and she spewed many sacrilegious words and phrases.

He sorted the rest of the tapes by year, and then reminisced about each of them… each one brought back fond memories of his amazingly liberated… but always loving… wife and marriage. The next tape also had multiple days strung together that showed Dottie being the center of attention during their black neighbour Big Jim’s (suitably named) monthly poker games. She usually took all six men in her pussy, in a wicked train. All six always came in her pussy.

She’d had her tubes tied after the birth of their daughter Carol, when she’d almost died while giving birth. The doctor recommended the surgery, and although they would have liked to have a second child, they both agreed it was the right choice.

The next video starred Dottie in different costumes: a maid, a nurse, a naughty schoolgirl, and a nun. The video was discretely called Train Ride. For Charlie, recalling how much Dottie loved numerous cream pies, and how verbal she always got whenever she had dick after dick unloading inside her, was so hot! God, she was insatiable back in her prime!

He then spotted the tape from 1988. It was simply called 15th Anniversary. It was a special video Dottie made where she dressed, undressed and talked dirty while changing into a variety of sexy outfits… each outfit featured nylons, since that had always been, and still was his biggest fetish. Close-ups of her toes in nylons, in a variety of toenail colours, and a variety of nylon colours became one of his biggest jerk-off vids. She was just so damn beautiful, so full of life. God, did he miss her!

For their 20th anniversary, they went to England for two weeks. While they indulged in a few sexual encounters during the trip, including Dottie giving him a hand job on a double decker bus (conveniently, there was no driver on the top… thanks Joni Mitchell!), Dottie blowing him from under a nightclub table (which are much tinier than restaurant tables, and they don’t have any tablecloths), and they actually fucked in a men’s bathroom inside Buckingham Palace. But the video he’d brought home from ‘Jolly Olde’ was one of the wildest nights of their married life. The video was called Dog Park. It was an hour and a half long, where his lovely wife sucked and was fucked by over two dozen men in a public park, and he’d filmed it himself. By the end, cum was dripping from her face, from her tiny black dress, and out of her pussy. If he recalled correctly, there were thirty-one loads inside or on her. He looked forward to watching that one again to confirm that number.

Then there was one called Carol’s Wedding. He didn’t recognize this one… but it was definitely Dottie’s writing on the tape. It made him wonder whether it was just his daughter (Sheila’s Mother) getting married, or perhaps but unlikely, something naughtier.

The last video he did remember. It was simply called Dottie’s 50th. This title worked on two levels. One: it was her fiftieth birthday. Two: she took fifty different dicks and their loads in all three of her holes. Fifty-one if he included himself… twice… one before the massive gangbang, and a second one after all fifty men had unloaded and left.

He was reminiscing about that last gang bang. Dottie had gotten cancer a couple years later, and although she’d survived that episode, she’d never been the same sexually afterwards. In fact, Charlie hadn’t had sex with anyone since 2003… twenty years ago. She’d encouraged him numerous times to sleep around, then come home and tell her what had happened, but he never had. In spite of her countless excesses, which he’d always reveled in, he’d never touched another woman since the day they’d met… perhaps until now.

Then the girls returned. “We now have everything we’ll need to do your videos,” Essence announced delightedly.

That’s great!”

“But I need more time to figure out the audio cassettes,” Essence added, noticing the tent in his pyjamas.

“No worries,” he said. “I really appreciate what you’re doing!”

“It’s the least we can do for you, Grandpa,” Sheila said, also noticing his erection. (Whenever he got one, it was really hard to miss.)

“You girls are so sweet!”

“I can get started right away,” Essence said.

“We picked up some dinner for us all. Here’s yours,” Sheila said, placing a box of Kentucky Fried chicken in his lap.

“You certainly know what I like,” he said. He hadn’t eaten any fried chicken since before his surgery… his daughter had stuck him on a healthy diet of bland nothingness.

“I know you’re not supposed to eat food like this anymore,” Sheila confided, “but it’ll be our little secret.”

“I won’t tell your parents,” he assured her, as he opened the box, obviously excited, like a child getting a meal of ice cream with candy on top.

Essence gathered up all the video tapes and said, “I’ll start these in the bedroom right away.” And she disappeared into Sheila’s bedroom with the tapes and his laptop.

“Okay Grandpa, please tell me some more about your life. Like what kinds of jobs did you have?” Sheila asked, and she sat down next to her Grandpa, and visited with him while he ate.

Essence of course paid no attention at all to Charlie’s request not to peek, as she pressed Play on the oldest video (Dottie Gets Religion) and Record on the computer. She wasn’t expecting anything really outrageous, but she was curious to know why he didn’t want his granddaughter and her to see them… his excuse had seemed peculiar.

The video began in a church. After about thirty seconds of absolutely nothing but a wall and sanctuary furnishings, a very pretty blonde, who looked amazingly like Sheila, minced sexily into the picture. She smiled and said, “This is for you, Charlie. I’m doing what you’re about to see to pay God back for your sin of missing church all the time.” She blew the camera a kiss, then after a couple minutes of her just smiling vaguely into the camera, a man dressed in religious vestments entered the scene. Ho hum, right? But then Essence’s jaw almost fell off her face and her eyes went wide… when the blonde dropped to her knees and took out his dick!

“Oh my God,” Essence gasped. This wasn’t at all what she was expecting… the possibility of a sex tape starring Charlie and his wife had briefly popped into her head, but nothing like this!

“That’s right my child, worship the Lord’s cock,” the man said, as Dottie, who looked almost like Sheila’s identical twin, took his dick into her mouth.

“Jesus!” Essence said, not at all worshipfully. This scene was wildly hot and totally unbelievable, as the Sheila lookalike bobbed on that dick. Unfortunately, the video camera was apparently mounted on a tripod too far away from the action, so she couldn’t see how big the dick was.

“Oh yes, child, you’re such a blessed and virtuous servant of the Lord,” the priest moaned.

Essence left the tape still recording, but she switched it to mute before she left the room … with her pussy on fire!

Luckily, since Essence was black, her burning cheeks of shock and blazing horniness weren’t apparent when she returned to her bestie and her Grandpa.

“The first video is being converted,” Essence announced, as she grabbed a chicken drumstick from the box she and Sheila were sharing, sat down, and began to eat.

That night Charlie suffered through another Hallmark Christmas movie, while he slyly admired his companions’ young, ripe bodies. Essence was dying to tell Sheila what she’d discovered, but she couldn’t think of a viable excuse to ask her to leave the room with her.

Later that night, in the bedroom, Essence woke up the computer, and she was surprised to see the video was still playing… Dottie and the priest were still having sex apparently in the same church, except it was a different location. This time Dottie was bent over a desk getting fucked hard. “Jesus!” Essence gasped. It must have been four hours plus since she’d started transferring this video.

“What?” Sheila asked, as she came into the room wearing her nightie.

“Um, it’s hard to explain. You’d better just come over here and have a look at this,” Essence said, as she watched the tall Sheila lookalike really getting pounded good… her huge tits smashed against the desk.

“Okay,” Sheila said, and she went over to the bed where Essence and the laptop were, sat down, looked, and finally gasped out loud! As she stared at this woman, who looked an awful lot like her, getting royally fucked, she asked, “What the hell is this?”

“It’s one of the videos your Grandpa wants transferred onto his computer,” Essence explained.

“But that’s not my Grandpa,” Sheila pointed out, as she realized her maternal Grandma was the woman getting fucked. Except she looked a lot younger than she’d ever imagined her Grandma looking.

“Got it in one. That’s a priest – some variety of Protestant, I think,” Essence said.

“Shit!” Sheila said, as she got drawn into the scene. “Turn up the volume,” she said after a minute or so when curiosity got the better of her.

“Okay,” Essence said, having turned the volume completely off before she’d left the room.

“Oh yes, fuck me, Father! Help me atone for my husband’s and my sins,” Dottie moaned.

“You’re a nasty fucking slut,” the priest growled, yanking on her hair while he slammed into her from behind.

“I’m a sinner against the Lord,” Dottie responded, as if she was reciting a litany. Perhaps she was.

“Jesus Christ,” the not at all religious Sheila said, as she watched in astounded awe. “She’s atoning for Grandpa and her sins by fucking a priest?”

“Yep. And I’ve played more than four fours on this tape so far,” Essence said.

“Wow!” Sheila said, trying to understand what she was watching. Was this before her Grandparents were married? She realized it couldn’t be, since her Grandmother had mentioned her husband’s sins a few minutes earlier.

“Yeah. This is hot, right?” Essence said, as she climbed out of her pants and panties.

“Yeah, it is,” Sheila agreed, “but it shouldn’t be.”

“Oh God! Oh God, yes! Fuck me!” Dottie moaned on the video, looking directly at the camera… which sent a chill down Sheila’s back… it was as if her Grandmother was looking directly into her eyes, across who knew how many years.

“Take it all, my sexy slut,” the priest said, slamming into her hard from behind.

“Get undressed,” Essence ordered.

“I don’t know if I should,” Sheila worried, her pussy burning, but knowing that getting turned on from watching her Grandma getting fucked was dead wrong. Or at least most people seemed to think so.

“Oh fuck, harder, fuck me harder,” Dottie moaned, looking like she was close to coming.

“Come on my dick, my girl,” the priest ordered.

“Just do it,” Essence ordered, as she began rubbing her pussy.

“Fine,” Sheila said, acting like she didn’t want to touch herself, and pretending her pussy wasn’t burning with need.

“Oh yes, fuck, give it to me, give me all that glorious cock,” Dottie moaned, continuing to look into the camera.

“Shit, she’s so hot and nasty,” Essence said, with a soft moan.

“It’s surreal,” Sheila said, as she stripped off her nightie and tossed it on the floor.

“Yeah, it’s like I’m watching you getting fucked,” Essence pointed out.

“It really is,” Sheila agreed. “Granny Gets Gangbanged, starring Sheila Jansen,” she cried out like an announcer, acknowledging the obvious resemblence. She really did look a lot like her Grandmother had looked when she was young.

“Oh, God yes! Fuck! Yes, Charlie baby, I’m cleansing away your sins against the Lord,” Dottie moaned.

“Oh fuck!” Essence grunted as she rubbed herself. “At the beginning of this tape she told Charlie… addressing him by name… that what he was about to see was for him. So she’s not cheating on her husband, she’s sharing all this sex with him.”

“Jesus,” Sheila said, and she began rubbing herself as she watched her strange cross-generational twin getting fucked.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh God, oh God, fuuuuuuck,” Dottie screamed, as her orgasm struck her.

“Fuck, do I look like that when I’m coming?” Sheila asked, as she watched her Grandmother writhing in ecstasy.

“Not exactly, but it’s eerily similar,” Essence said, turned on and in awe of what she was witnessing.

“Are you ready for the Lord’s seed to be planted inside you?” the priest asked.

“Oh, yes! Bathe me in the Lord’s heavenly nectar,” Dottie babbled, still coming and writhing.

“Oh fuck,” Essence moaned, really turned on by what she was witnessing.

“Shit,” Sheila said, as she looked at her pseudo twin collapsed over a desk, as the priest pulled out, hurried around the desk, and stroked his rather large dick in her face.

“Oh yes, coat my face with your cum,” Dottie purred.

“She’s a nastier slut than even you are,” Essence teased, both girls rubbing themselves as they watched the wicked action.

“Hey, you’re nastier than I am too,” Sheila pointed out.

“Yeah? You’re pleasuring yourself while you’re watching your Grandma getting fucked,” Essence pointed out.

“So are you!” Sheila rebutted, although she didn’t stop rubbing herself, since this was just too hot.

“She’s not my Grandma, she’s just a pretty white lady,” Essence countered.

“Whatever,” Sheila said, close to coming, and she returned her attention to the laptop.

“Yes, come all over my slutty face,” Dottie moaned, as wad after wad of white goo jetted all over it.

“What a load!” Essence admired. She too was about to come.

“Fuck!” Sheila groaned, as she frantically rubbed herself.

You’ve seen finger-painting? Well, both girls watched as the priest dick-painted his enormous load of cum around on Dottie’s face.

“69,” Essence sang out, and she pushed Sheila onto her back and straddled her upside down.

Sheila dove into her favourite treat, just as Essence’s tongue parted her own wet and needy pussy lips.

It took less than two minutes, since they were both already revved up from watching this wicked real-life porn, before the two girls were coming on each other’s faces.

A couple minutes later, Essence rolled onto her back to check the laptop, and she saw the marathon video had finally ended.

“Well, your lookalike Grandmother was quite the slut,” Essence observed.

“So it seems,” Sheila agreed, as she sat up.

“I’ll start processing the next tape,” Essence said as she ejected the first tape from the VHS player.

“Do you think they’re all that kinky?” Sheila asked.

“Only one way to find out,” Essence said, as she grabbed the second tape, which was labeled Train Ride.

“I don’t want to watch these anymore,” Sheila said, feeling guilty for being turned on by her sexy Grandmother, and also for betraying her Grandfather’s trust. “We told him we wouldn’t watch these.”

“Okay,” Essence shrugged, curious, but she accommodated her friend’s wishes as she pressed Play on the VHS and Record on the laptop, but then muted the laptop and turned it away from them.

“Thanks,” Sheila said.

“No worries,” Essence shrugged, her plan for tomorrow already established in her head.

…..

December 23 rd — Charlie’s birthday

The next morning Essence snuck out of bed, letting Sheila continue sleeping, as she grabbed the dick sleeve she’d purchased yesterday, and went to give Papa Charlie his morning sponge bath. Curious, since she’d noticed Dottie had been wearing nylons in all those scenes (well, in the two scenes she’d seen), she wondered whether Papa Charlie was a nylon man… she’d already noticed he was definitely a leg and foot man. Of course, it could have been simply that she was in a church, probably on a Sunday after a service. Regardless, yesterday she’d bought a couple of nurse outfits and white nylons to tease him with while they thoroughly washed him. So she rolled a pair of white thigh highs up her black legs… no shoes,,, donned the sexy, even somewhat slutty nurse dress… which left her entire thigh-high stocking tops within view… and no bra, even though the bodice was slightly transparent, and she went to check on her patient.

As she’d expected, he was awake and alert. In fact, he was reading a book.

She asked brightly, “Ready for your bath, Papa Charlie?”

“Yes, I… aaaaaaam,” he said, looking up and catching sight of the sexy outfit this black beauty was wearing.

“If I’m going to be your nurse this week, I decided I should dress the part,” she said, doing a spin that likely gave him a quick glimpse of her thong-clad ass. “Do you think I look like a real nurse?”

“No, I’ve never seen any nurse dressed like that! Are you trying to kill this old man?” Charlie asked, his dick still functioning like it had when he was a teenager… snapping to attention to salute this beauty.

“If I were, it would be a great way to go, don’t you think?” she asked, placing a foot on the chair next to his bed.

“I think I might have died already, and you’re my guardian angel,” he said, staring at her pretty red painted toes. Her toenails stood out even more than Sheila’s would, since they were delectably framed by her chocolate skin.

“Then do I have a treat for you today, birthday boy,” Essence foreshadowed. “Let’s get you onto the chair.”

“Okay,” he said, as he adjusted his hard dick right in front of the beautiful black girl.

“Is Little Chuckie wide awake this morning?’ she asked playfully.

“How could he not be, with you in the room?” he asked, as she took her foot away and helped him off of the bed and onto the wooden chair.

Ten minutes later Essence had undressed the older man… his dick still rock hard and now out in the open… as Charlie used every fibre of his willpower not to reach out and squeeze her black ass, or caress his hand along her nylon-clad legs, or squeeze those young, ripe tits through her skimpy nurse outfit. He noted with pleasure that she couldn’t possibly be wearing a bra… her hard nipples poking against the fabric were telling him so.

Essence lathered up the soap on her hands, and then she glided them down his back and over his chest… slowly and seductively.

Charlie’s cock was raging. Sure, during his sponge bath yesterday, he’d gotten turned on from admiring Essence’s, and even his granddaughter’s young, ripe bodies, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to fuck someone as much as he did right now… not since Dottie was still alive and healthy.

Essence slid her hands towards his rock-hard cock… then paused… before she bypassed Chuckie and washed his legs and feet instead. Then when she’d finished, she helped him back onto his bed and laid him on his back still naked, with his dick sticking up in the air..

She then said, “Wait here, Papa Charlie. I’ve got something special for you.”

“Where would I go?’ he joked, his hard cock aching with frustration.

She giggled playfully, “Good point!”

She went and grabbed the lube and the sleeve she’d bought yesterday and returned. “May I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure,” he said. “You’ve seen me in all my wrinkled glory already, so there’s not much left of me to hide.”

“Except Little Chuckie doesn’t look at all wrinkled,” she said, as she lubed up her hand and placed it on his hard dick.

“Oooooh, he groaned.

“When was the last time you were with a woman?” she asked.

“When George Bush was in his first term,” he joked.

“Senior or Junior?” she asked, her slick hand slowly stroking his dick.

“Junior,” he said. “Then when Dottie got sick, everything changed.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” she said sincerely, as she picked up the dick sleeve.

“That’s life, I guess,” he said, shrugging… his cock was still hard, but his heart was breaking a little.

“Yeah,” she said. But she didn’t want this moment ruined by painful reminiscing, so she brought the sleeve next to his dick and said, “But let’s kind of change things.”

“What’s thaaaaat?” he asked with a moan, as she slid the sleeve onto his dick.

“It’s a fake pussy,” she said, and she began slowly stroking his dick with it.

“A fake puuuussy?” he gasped, as he felt pleasure like he hadn’t felt in years… or actually decades.

“Yes. It’s for when a real pussy isn’t available,” she explained, although her own pussy was on fire, and she’d definitely make it available to him if the right opportunity presented itself… but for now, she couldn’t do that to Sheila, at least not without her approval… although God, that dick would feel good pounding her pussy.

“So it’s for all the time then,” he chuckled. He couldn’t believe how good this felt. It wasn’t quite like a real pussy, but it was kind of like a real pussy.

“Does this feel good, Papa Charlie?’ she asked, even though it was obvious he was enjoying it.

“It feels amazing!”

“So, Papa Charlie,” she said, as she sat down on the bed to his right, her nylon-clad left leg resting against his right bare one… her breath hot in his ear, “What kinds of things turn you on?”

“Oh, God,” he moaned, as he felt a woman pressed against him. Thank God he wasn’t a young man anymore, or he would have come already.

“For instance, are you a leg man?” she asked, as she crossed her legs and rubbed her nylon-clad right foot up and down his right leg.

“I am,” he moaned, the sudden silky sheer foot on his leg enhancing his growing rapture.

“I noticed you checking my legs out earlier,” she said, as she stroked his cock through the sleeve, thus giving him simultaneous pleasure to his legs, his dick, and his right ear.

“Was I that obvious?” he asked.

“Yes, but that’s okay,” she said, “I took it as a compliment. I’ve always had a thing for older men.”

“You have?”

“Especially older men with big, fat dicks,” she said wickedly.

“Oh God,” he groaned, and to his astonishment, he suddenly erupted inside the fake pussy while he imagined himself fucking Essence’s real pussy.

“Oh yes, Papa Charlie, come for me,” Essence purred while she continued pumping his dick with the sleeve, wishing she could watch that cum erupting from his big dick.

“That feels so good,” he groaned softly, as his first orgasm in a long time cascaded through him, which was his first from a woman in two decades.

“You deserve to come on your birthday, Papa Charlie,” Essence purred, “and maybe even more,” her own pussy still on fire.

“Thank you, Now I know for sure there are black angels,” he said weakly, as she continued stroking his dick with the fake pussy.

“Anytime,” she said.

“Don’t offer me that,” he joked, “or you’ll be dressing in sexy outfits, nylons, and stroking my dick all week long.”

“Do you like nylons?” she asked, although it wasn’t a surprise.

“It’s my kryptonite,” he admitted, glancing down to look at her long legs in their nylons.

“Then I’ll make sure we’ll be wearing them at all times,” she assured him.

“We?” he asked.

“Sheila and me,” she shrugged, as she pulled the sleeve off of his cock.

“Oh.”

“She does whatever I tell her to.”

“Really?”

“Yes, everything,” she stressed, then paused, allowing the sexual implications to sink in.

“Wow!” he gasped, his imagination running wild with those sexual implications.

Essence rolled off the bed, set the sleeve down, and helped Papa Charlie get dressed.

“I’ll be back in a bit to fix get you some breakfast,” she said, “but first I need to start transferring the third video.”

“You have some of them done already?”

“I have two of them transferred into the computer. One is called Dottie Gets Religion, and another is called Train Ride.”

“Have you watched them?”

“I promised I wouldn’t,” she said. Which was technically true, but not the whole truth.

“Thank you,” he said. After his wild experience this morning, he felt even more urgently that she shouldn’t see what was on those tapes, since all of them made him look like a pathetic cuck… which he never had been.

“Up next is Fifteenth anniversary, I think,” Essence said, as she grabbed the sleeve.

“Okay, that’s great,” he said. That was the one he’d watched the most after Dottie had passed. It was such a hot video, made especially for him. But actually, they all had been.

Essence headed down the hall towards the bedroom, then once she was out of sight, she silently squeezed the sleeve until some cum dripped out of it, and she gobbled it down. “Mmmmmmm,” she subvocalized. She extracted and swallowed all the cum she could from the sleeve before she went into the bedroom, straddled her sleeping submissive’s face, and said, “I brought you breakfast in bed.”

Sheila had been awakened this way many times already. It was a great way to wake up, inhaling the sweet scent of her best friend’s pussy. Although she was a little groggy, she leaned her head up and began licking… briefly forgetting they were in her parents’ house with her Grandfather just down the hall.

“That’s it, slut, lap down that fresh breakfast,” Essence moaned, as she savoured the slow licking.

Sheila could tell Essence was horny… she only called her names when she being was. Her surmise was confirmed a minute later, when she felt the back of her head pulled up, her face pressed firmly into the wet pussy, and her best friend began grinding her pussy on it.

“Oh yes, eat my pussy,” Essence moaned. Then she dropped her bombshell: “Jerking off your Grandfather off got me all wet and bothered!”

Sheila’s eyes went wide upon hearing that, although she couldn’t do much more about it than to continue licking, while her face was used by her best friend. Had she really jerked off Sheila’s Grandfather? Of course she had. She was really sneaky, but she never told lies. (Or as we’ve seen, she never told outright ones.)

“Yes, your Grandfather came inside the sleeve I bought him yesterday for his birthday,” Essence said, as she began working over her friend’s face… her pussy on fire… her orgasm coming closer.

“Yes, come on my face,” Sheila moaned, with a visual of her Grandfather’s big cock spurting cum on her face suddenly popping into her head.

“You’re picturing your Grandfather’s dick shooting cum on you, aren’t you?” Essence taunted, about to come.

“No,” Sheila lied.

“Liar,” Essence moaned, just before she flooded her friend’s face with her own cum.

Sheila hungrily lapped up her best friend’s delicious cum… which had a taste she couldn’t ever get enough of… a taste she was addicted to. Sure, she liked cock… but God, Essence’s sweet nectar was heaven!

Once she was spent, Essence rolled off of her best friend and went to the VHS machine.

“Did you really jerk off my Grandfather?” Sheila asked, sitting up and realizing Essence was dressed as a slutty nurse. “And what are you wearing?”

“I did, then later, I ate his cum from the sleeve,” Essence said, “but not where he could see me.”

“You didn’t!”

“You know I did,” Essence said, as she slipped the next tape into the VHS player, pressed Play, and then Record on the computer app. This time she kept the screen turned so they could see it, and asked, “So what you think of my outfit?”

“It’ll probably kill my Grandfather,” Sheila said shaking her head.

“That’s what he said it might do, but it didn’t, she laughed, before going to her shopping bag. She pulled out a second identical nurse outfit, and tossed it to Sheila. “Don’t worry, I got one for you too.”

“I can’t wear this in front of Gramps!” Sheila argued.

“You can and you will,” Essence insisted. “Now go shower, get dressed in your outfit, and help me fix breakfast.”

“You’re exhausting,” Sheila said, shaking her head.

“And you love it,” Essence said, going over and giving her friend a brief but passionate kiss.

As her sexy black friend sauntered away with glimpses of her butt cheeks showing with each step, Sheila shook her head. God, what was she getting herself into? And why couldn’t she get her Grandfather’s big cock out of her head?

Fuck!

…..

Sheila showered, but she didn’t put on the nurse outfit, for a couple of reasons. It felt weird to wear something so sexy, and even slutty, around her Grandfather, and she recalled she’d arranged to meet some friends from when she was in high school for lunch.

So she came out wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and Essence gave her a look.

“We’re going out for lunch with my high school friends, remember?” Sheila defended herself, since didn’t often disobey Essence’s orders. They weren’t girlfriend and girlfriend in the normal sense, but they were in a hierarchical relationship with each other, and Sheila was clearly the submissive of the two.

“Right,” Essence smiled. “Yes, this outfit may be a bit much for that crowd.”

“Just a little,” Sheila chucked, as she admired her friend looking unbelievably hot in her all-white outfit.

“Finish making Papa Charlie’s breakfast for me,” Essence ordered, coming over and handing Sheila a spatula. “I should go and shower too, if we’re going out to meet your friends.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to smell like pussy cum,” Sheila said wickedly, with a grin.

“I didn’t say that,” Essence said, “since you’re the one with pussy cum all over your face.”

“How could I be? I showered afterwards.”

“Then I must be wrong. So maybe I’ll have to fix that by sitting on your face again just before we head out,” Essence said as she left the kitchen, slapping Sheila’s ass on the way out.

Sheila shook her head, although she knew that if Essence told her to eat her pussy just before they left, then she would… she couldn’t ever resist that delicious nectar.

She finished making breakfast, then chatted with her Grandpa, promising him they’d make him a gourmet supper tonight for his birthday, but they’d be out for most of the afternoon.

Charlie was still processing his crazy morning with Essence. It was so wild, and it had given him pleasure he hadn’t felt in years.

Essence came back dressed in tight jeans and a green blouse.

They chatted some more, before the girls headed out, Essence starting the episode called Dog Park, since the 15th anniversary one was quite short.

They had a great visit, then did a little last minute Christmas shopping, and picked up supplies for a buttermilk chicken meal Essence loved making… she’d first gotten it from her great-Grandmother’s family recipe book.

They arrived home and checked on Charlie, who was watching Wheel of Fortune, and then went to put their shopping away. Then when they went into Sheila’s bedroom, Essence insisted they both get into their nurse outfits, and after some protests from Sheila… in part because they’d be wearing no bras and only thong panties… she relented, as always.

Once they were both in their outfits, Essence snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor in front of her.

“Seriously? Now?” Sheila asked. Essence had used that simple gesture many times… usually when she was on the phone, watching television, or working on her computer… and it never failed to make Sheila’s mouth water, her pussy tingle, and her submissive nature shift into overdrive.

“Seriously. I want your face glistening with my pussy cum when we make our entrance,” Essence insisted.

“And then go out there so my Grandfather can see me like that? He’ll know what it is! I can’t do that,” Sheila refused, even while her submissive mode subjugated her, and she dropped to her knees in front of her best friend.

“I don’t know why you always argue with me, when you know from the start you’ll end up doing what I told you to,” Essence said, draping her left leg over Sheila’s shoulder, and using her right hand to guide Sheila’s face to her pussy.

“Fuck, are you bad,” Sheila said, as she allowed her face to be guided into the sweet-smelling pussy she loved so much.

“Says the slut who’s eating pussy in her parents’ house with her Grandfather right down the hall,” Essence teased, loving how naughty they were being.

“You’re making me do it,” Sheila pointed out, and then she began licking.

“I don’t make you do anything, I just tell you what I want,” Essence pointed out, although that was only partly true. She definitely pushed her best friend’s buttons and led her into wicked sexual encounters and taboos, but in the end, Sheila always made the conscious choice to do whatever it was this time. “You make your own choices.”

“That’s true, I guess. You never threaten me or anything, but I can’t ever resist obeying you,” Sheila admitted. Deep down, she loved being Essence’s submissive, and she also enjoyed the wild adventures she’d kept getting into.

“I know you can’t,” Essence purred. And then after you’ve completed my horrible task du jour, you’re always glad you did it. True?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so,” Sheila admitted.

“Then here we are again,” Essence summarized, as she enjoyed her second tongue-licking of the day from her personal pussy-pleasing pet.

Ten minutes later, Sheila stood up, her face drenched with Essence’s cum, and she asked, “You aren’t really going to make me go out there dressed like this and wearing your cum all over my face, are you?”

“You already know the answer to that,” Essence smiled, as she started another video, this one called, ‘Carol’s Wedding.’ As it started, she said, “This next one has your Mom in it. She might even be the star performer!”

“What? No way?” Sheila said, as she went over to check out the laptop.

“It’s labeled ‘Carol’s Wedding’,” Essence pointed out.

“Then it can’t be a sex tape,” Sheila said, as she looked at the laptop. It started with her Mother dressed in a wedding gown, standing in a hotel room.

“Maybe you’re right,” Essence admitted, as they both watched to see what would happen.

“Ready honey?” Dottie asked as she came into view, wearing a gold formal gown.

“I don’t know about doing this, Mom.” Carol looked very worried.

“It’s a family tradition, honey,” Dottie said.

“Get over here slut,” a deep voice said rudely from somewhere off camera.

“Just let yourself go and enjoy yourself, honey,” Dottie said, “it’s your Dad’s and my special wedding present for you.”

“Yeah, let’s blacken the Bride,” another off-camera voice said.

“Holy shit! No way!” Sheila gasped, as the camera panned over to show four naked black men standing next to the bed, all of them sporting very impressive erections.

“Jesus!” Essence gasped, as Carol went over to the four men and dropped to her knees in front of them.

“Get sucking, bitch,” one of the muscular men ordered.

“I can’t watch this, at least not right now,” Sheila confessed, as her Mother took a cock in her mouth, and the other three men surrounded her, stroking their dicks.

“Good girl,” Dottie purred, as Sheila urgently turned away from the screen.

“Well, now we know that your slutty, submissive tendencies are because of your first-rate genetic heritage ,” Essence joked.

“My Mom cheated on my Dad on their wedding day!” Sheila wailed , totally shocked.

“Not necessarily. It’s only cheating if your Dad didn’t know and approve of her doing this. For all we know, maybe he was right there in the hotel room,” Essence suggested as Carol began stroking two other cocks while sucking the first one… and then advancing from cock to cock.

“Regardless, I just…” Sheila broke down, beginning to cry.

Essence went over to her after turning down the volume, and pulled her in for a hug. “Now don’t go messing up my pussy juice.”

In spite of herself, Sheila couldn’t help giggling.

“But seriously. What happens between your parents behind closed doors is their own business, unless they decide to share their secrets,” Essence said, wondering just how kinky Sheila’s family was.

“I guess,” Sheila said, since it really wasn’t any of her business… so long as her Dad knew about it. She didn’t like the idea of her Mom cheating on her Dad… although her Grandmother had orchestrated this encounter, so there must have been more to this than was immediately apparent.

“Now come and help me prepare a nice birthday dinner,” Essence said.

“Okay,” Sheila said, wiping her eyes. “I still can’t believe you want me to go out looking like this.”

“We’ll be his nurses for the entire week,” she said. “We might as well embrace the part.”

“I hope you remember he’s my Grandpa,” Sheila asserted.

“And I hope you remember your Grandpa has a huge dick,” Essence countered, before skipping out of the room. And down the hall

Sheila shook her head, and then followed her out. She did her best to hurry straight to the kitchen, but as she rushed past her Grandpa, she saw his jaw drop open, so she realized that for better or worse, she’d been busted.

They made dinner, checking on Grandpa a few times. Charlie couldn’t help raising a tent at the sight of these two beautiful young women dressed in sexy outfits and nylons with hints of their tits on display… and his dick couldn’t care less that the hot girl with pussy juice all over her face was his granddaughter.

They ate together in the living room, while Essence made sure her sexy nylon-clad feet were within perfect view for the horny older man.

Sheila was super self-conscious about being dressed like she was… so inappropriately… but she also couldn’t help noticing her Grandfather’s very impressive tent. Something else inappropriate was that her pussy was leaking a little, and she really wanted to see that big, fat cock again.

After dinner and dishes, Essence announced, “For your birthday, we have one more surprise for you, Papa Charlie.”

“You’ve already done more than enough,” he said graciously, while what he really wanted was Essence’s mouth wrapped around his dick.

“No, we actually haven’t. Trust me, we’ll do anything for you today,” Essence said suggestively. “Now pick a number between one and four.”

“Um, two,” he said, having no idea what those numbers related to.

“Good choice,” Essence said like a sommelier. “I’ll be back soon.” And she sauntered away down the hallway.

“What does she have in mind?” Charlie asked, his dick throbbing.

“I honestly can’t imagine,” Sheila said. She was equally curious about what her devious friend had in mind.

“I really appreciate you and Essence being here for me like this,” Charlie expressed, as he admired his granddaughter’s amazing tits, and her legs in nylons.

“Oh, anything for you,” Sheila said, noticing her Grandfather admiring her figure and legs.

“That’s sweet,” he said. “Wearing those nylons for me is especially thoughtful.”

Sheila hadn’t known that was why she was wearing them, but it made sense. She responded, “They make me feel sexy.”

“Your Grandmother always wore them.”

“Did she?”

“Always,” he nodded. “She wore them for me.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“Yes. And I know it’s odd for me to say, since you’re my granddaughter, but you look amazingly like Dottie used to.”

“I do?” she asked, although after seeing that wicked video with Dottie having all that sex, she knew they had a strong resemblance. She wouldn’t mention it, but she even looked almost identical to her Grandmother when she was naked.

“Yes. So I know it’s wrong for me to say this,” he said, “but when I look at you, especially dressed like you are right now, and with what’s on your face, I drift back in time, and I see you as Dottie.”

“Oh, Grandpa,” she said.

“You’re just so much like her,” he said. “So pretty, so sexy.”

“Oh, Grandpa,” she gasped uncertainly. She didn’t know how she felt about hearing him saying that. On the surface, it was flattering and touching. But after seeing her Grandma fucking that priest… on a video her Grandpa had said he cherished… and he’d just called her sexy… and had obliquely mentioned Essence’s pussy cum on her face… it was very probable that he fantasized about watching her having sex with her friend… and with him… which would be highly inappropriate… but also flattering and touching. She was feeling very confused right now.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that when I see you, I see Dottie. And when I picture Dottie… well… I…” He trailed off, realizing he was saying far too much.

Sheila blushed, as Essence returned with a USB and asked, “When you picture Dottie, what?”

“Oh nothing,” Charlie said.

“Do you see your beloved Dottie in Sheila?” Essence asked point blank.

“Yes, I do, actually,” he admitted as Essence plugged the usb into the television set.

“And when you see Sheila, you picture her as your wife?”

“Yes.”

“Which gets your dick hard while you think about fucking your wife one last time,” Essence said wickedly.

“Essence!” Sheila gasped, although of their own volition, her eyes darted to that very impressive tent.

“I-I-I guess,” he stammered, feeling ashamed, but also feeling free that he’d admitted his sick truth. He’d dreamt last night about fucking his granddaughter… and now seeing her dressed in those white nylons, and with her voluptuous breasts borderline visible, that fantasy was consuming him.

“It’s okay,” Essence said reassuringly. “In fact, it’s quite natural.”

“I don’t think it’s at all natural,” he disagreed.

“Well okay, maybe not natural,” Essence shrugged, “but I do think it’s hot as fuck.”

“Essence!” Sheila repeated, blushing furiously, as her friend switched the television feed to Aux.

“This is Video Two,” Essence said, as it started playing.

“No! Don’t play that here!” Charlie cried out. He was horrified these girls were about to see it.