Ellen and Lacy move in
written by:
EdFreckman

My life had turned very lonely. I had just turned 55. I had just retired. But I was alone in a 3 bedroom ranch style house. My wife had died 4 years ago. My wife had been a few years older than me but when she died, it was still shocking and she was gone too soon. It was devastating to me. Luckily, I still had my work to keep me occupied. Now, I was retired and alone.

When my wife and I had married, she was widowed. At the time of our marriage, she had a 13-year-old daughter, Ellen. Now, years had passed and Ellen was 37 and married and had a daughter of her own. After my wife's death, I didn't hear much from Ellen. I guess I was just the stepdad. I would get Christmas cards from Ellen and her family but other than that, I seldom heard from them.

Then, things changed.

One day I got a phone call from Ellen. She was sobbing. At first it was hard to understand what she was trying to say. She was very upset. She told me that she had found out her husband Ray had been cheating on her. She was leaving him. She couldn't stand to spend another moment in that house. Too many memories. She had nowhere to go. She didn't know what to do.

I told her she could live with me. She was thankful. She said it would just be until she could get on her feet and find a permanent place. No, don't worry about it, I said. That's fine. You're welcome in my house, always.

"There's one other thing," she said. "I don't want to leave Lacy here with him. Lacy's got to come with me."

Lacy was her daughter. Lacy had just turned 18 and had just started taking classes at a community college.

By all means, I said. Lacy is welcome too. "I've got two empty bedrooms and you two are always welcome."

That evening, they came over. I hadn't seen much of Ellen since her mother's funeral and she hadn't changed. She was beautiful. She was tall, thin, had large breasts and reddish blonde hair. We embraced when she entered the house. She was nearly in tears. I stood there just holding her for a long time. Her huge breasts were pushed into my chest--a feeling I hadn't experienced in a while. Since my wife's death I guess I had been so depressed I hadn't thought about sex. I never dated. I hadn't had any interest in it. As my stepdaughter stood there hugging me tight, I could suddenly feel my dick coming to life--a feeling I hadn't experienced in years.

Then came a shocker--Lacy. The last time I saw her, she was a skinny kid. In the years since then, she had developed--big time! She was wearing a tank top that showed off her cleavage to great effect. Her breasts were huge, much larger than her mother's. Her legs were long as she wore a pair of short jean cutoffs. "Hey granddad!" she said as she hugged me. If I had doubted whether my dick was stirring before, there was no doubt of it now. I could feel it start to grow and harden as I embraced my stepgranddaughter and felt her humongous tits mash into my body.

I showed Lacy to her bedroom. Then I showed Ellen to hers. She looked at me and said, "Thanks so much, John." John. She never called me dad. I never wanted to compete with her real dad. But she always called me by my name.

"John, I don't know what I'd do without you." We embraced again. She sat down on the bed. I sat down next to her. She started telling me that she suspected something was wrong in her marriage a while ago. She hadn't had sex with Ray in 3 years. She wondered why. He was never interested. Then one day she came home early and caught Ray in bed with a neighbor. One of her best friends, no less. He admitted to her that he had been doing this for a while--with several women. It was too much to bear. She had to get away from him, from that house, from that neighborhood.

I put my arm around her as we sat next to each other on the bed and said, "This is your home for as long as you want it to be."

Tears in her eyes, she looked at me and said, "Why did he do it? Am I that ugly?"

"Oh God no. You're a very beautiful woman."

"You're just saying that," she said, looking down.

I gently took her chin in my hand and faced it toward me and said, "Ellen, I'm not saying that. If I weren't your stepfather, I'd...."

She said, "You'd what?"

No, I looked down. "I'm sorry. Inappropriate. You'd slap my face."

She smiled, laughed a little and said, "No I wouldn't. Tell me. If you weren't my stepfather, you'd what?"

I sheepishly said, "If I weren't your stepfather, I would really want to sleep with you."

There was an awkward pause. I waited for her to slap me or rush out of the room. She didn't do that though. Instead she smiled and gently rubbed my leg.

"Thank you," she said. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

We embraced again, sitting next to each other. We held each other for a long time in silence, her arms wrapped around my neck. Then we slightly pulled away and she leaned in and kissed my lips. It wasn't a quick peck and it wasn't a makeout session. It was something in between. It lasted a few seconds, with her lips trying to squeeze mine and mine trying to squeeze hers. But just for a second or two. Enough to bring my cock back to life.

I said goodnight to her and went to my room.

That night I lay up in the dark, jacking off--for the first time in a long time. Unlike any time in my life, I was jacking off thinking about my stepdaughter and that kiss.

The next morning, Lacy went to school early. I usually sleep late but I got up early enough to catch Ellen before she went to work. I felt sheepish about the conversation and what I had said. I was afraid she wouldn't respect me. I approached Ellen and said, "About what I said last night...."

She raised a hand to stop me. She smiled and said, "I mean it---that was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. It made me feel....really good."

She came close to me, slowly put her arms around me. This embrace somehow felt more sensuous than previous ones. She leaned forward and kissed me. Again--it was a kiss that lasted a few seconds. There was no tongue, but my lips and her lips played together. She then pulled away and quietly said, "I've got to go to work."

She worked as a nurse and she had rotating shifts. This was her week where she was working a day shift. Some mornings, Lacy had to go to school early. I couldn't keep track of her schedule. One morning, I got up, had a hard on but really had to piss. I went to the bathroom and, out of force of habit, didn't close the door behind me. I figured I was alone in the house anyway. I stood there pissing, my semi-erect cock in my hand, when BAM--Lacy burst through the door. She stopped when she saw me, yelled, "Oh my god, sorry!" But she didn't move right away. She stood there, staring at me cock, seemingly mesmerized. After what seemed an awkward eternity (but was probably only a few seconds), she turned and left the room.

As I emerged from the bathroom, Lacy came up to me and said, "Granddad, I'm really sorry, I didn't know you were in there."

"It's my fault," I said. "I should have shut the door. I keep....forgetting I'm living with women."

She laughed, "It's OK." Her face turned a little red and she said, "Sorry to stare....but....I never saw one that big."

Now my face turned red. Did my step-granddaughter just tell me I had a big cock?

"What?" I said, a little bewildered.

"I mean, not that I've seen a lot of cocks," she said, getting nervous and tongue-tied. "It's just that....I mean..." she took a deep breath, cracked a smile and looked down at my crotch and said, "It looks like Grandma was a lucky lady."

"Thanks," I said. I didn't know what else to say.

"I hope you're not mad at me for saying that," she said.

Summoning a mock anger, I cracked a smile myself and said, "I ought to spank your ass for talking about my cock, young lady!"

She grinned, turned away from me and leaned down, jutting her ass out and said, "Oh, I guess I better be careful." Then she laughed.

"Behave yourself," I smiled as I walked passed her and slapped her ass hard--so hard I even surprised myself. As I did, she let out a little coo. I glanced back at her and she was smiling hard.

A few days later, I had to run some errands and came home. Lacy's car was in the driveway. I came into the house and could hear a weird noise. As I walked down the hall, closer to Lacy's room, I could hear her moaning, "Oh.....oh, yeah......ooohh......ohhhhh..."

As quietly as I could, I walked closer to her room. Her bedroom door was open and she was lying on the bed wearing nothing but a tank top. Her long smooth legs were spread apart, bent slightly at the knees and in between them she was fucking herself with a long veiny looking dildo. In and out of her young beautiful pussy, she thrust that thing. "Oooh......ooohhh....." she moaned. Her head was tilted back, her eyes were closed. I stood there for a moment, frozen, unable to take my eyes off of this scene. My cock grew to attention. Then it suddenly hit me that I shouldn't be standing here staring like this. I quickly turned around and went to the garage and tried to find some project to do to get my mind off the vision of her half naked body masturbating. But it was hard to get it out of my mind. Every night I was now masturbating with that scene in my mind.

Our life kind of got into a little routine. Nothing more suggestive happened for a few days. I got in the habit of closing the bathroom door (though after that incident with Lacy, I secretly wanted to leave it open.)

The next week, Ellen was on a night shift. The first night of her stint on the night shift, there was a bad storm. The wind was blowing, there was thunder and lightning. Made it hard to sleep.

Around midnight, Lacy was knocking at my door. "Granddad! Can I come in?"

"What is it?"

"I'm scared!" she said. She came into my room and though it was dark, it appeared that she was wearing nothing but a long T-shirt.

"There's nothing to be scared of, hun," I told her. The thunder roared and she shrieked and jumped. When she did that, her shirt went up a little and I couldn't swear to it, but it didn't look like she had underwear on under that long shirt. "Can I stay here with you?" she said.

My mind was spinning. What? THis gorgeous sexy creature wanted to sleep in the same bed with me? I hesitated.

"PLEASE?! I'm scared!" she said.

OK. I was only wearing boxer shorts and a T-shirt myself. She crawled into the other side of the bed. There was a lot of space between us. I glanced over and in the darkness I could see her on her back, her chest, rising and falling with each breast. I couldn't sleep. My cock was so hard. I couldn't help but stare at her. It was inconceivable to me that this gorgeous sexy woman was my step-granddaughter. To any red-blooded male in any place in the world at any time in history she would be nothing less than a sex goddess. And here she was in my bed.

BOOM! There was a huge clap of thunder which startled her, made her shriek and move toward me. She put her arms around me and hid her face in my chest. I put my arm around her and held her close. I lay there on my back as her body was cuddled up to my right side. Her arms were around me. Her face lying on my chest. I could smell her hair and it smelled wonderful. Then I felt her bare leg start to move over top of me. Her thigh met my cock, tenting upward from my boxers and she placed her thigh right over it. I could feel the warmth of her apparently naked pussy pressing against my hip. We lay there for a long time. I thought my head (or my cock) was going to explode.

After a while, the storm died down. She moved her leg away from me and rolled over and was now lying on her side, facing away from me.

After she had moved, I waited a few minutes. Then, lying on my side, I slowly inched closer, barely breathing. I tried to look at her face to see any side of whether she was awake or asleep. Her eyes were closed. She appeared to be fast asleep.

I inched closer, closer, until now we were in a spoon position. My crotch pushed up against her juicy round ass. My rock hard dick separated from her perfect ass only by the thin material of my boxers and her T-shirt that was just long enough to cover her ass.

Barely breathing, I reached down and touched her leg. Damn, I've never touched a leg that smooth. Her skin was so soft. Gently, I just started to rub her leg with my hand. She seemed to move a little which startled me. However, she was just moving her ass back---pressing it harder against my hard cock.

After a while, I slowly moved her T-shirt upward, off her ass. I reached down and just ran my hand over those round cheeks of her ass, memorizing the feel of it with my palm. At one point, she let out a "Mmmm...."

That startled me. I was afraid she'd wake up, find me rubbing her ass and I'd be in trouble. I moved my hand back. I moved back a few inches from her and lay there. Eventually, I fell asleep.

By the time I woke up the next morning, she had gone to class and her mother had come home from work. When I got up for breakfast, Ellen was sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV, having a glass of orange juice. I came in and joined her.

"How was work?" I asked.

"Ugh. I'm so tired. I was on my feet all night and they're killing me."

I sat there for a moment and then said, "Hey--move your feet over to my lap. I'll massage them."

She tilted her head and gave a weird smile and said, "Really?"

"Really. Come on."

She placed her bare feet on my lap and I began to massage them. I glanced over at her and she was looking straight at me with a look of wonder.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. "I just had no idea you were so good at this. This is really relaxing."

After about 20 minutes of massaging her feet, she said, "Thank you. I've got to go to bed. I really need some sleep. Have to go back to work again tonight."

We both stood up and she looked at me and said, "Thank you John. For everything." We embraced and leaned in and kissed. This time it wasn't my imagination. The kiss started out like the others--my lips and her lips tenderly grabbing at each other for a few seconds. But it didn't end. Then I felt her tongue glide across my upper lip and I couldn't help but meet it with my tongue. Our tongues played with each other for a few moments, and then she pulled away and said, "I need to sleep."

OK.

I didn't quite understand what was happening. I found myself having the hugest crush on my stepdaughter. I wrestled with it. Felt guilty about it. And the lust I was feeling for my stepgranddaughter was causing me no end of guilt. The memory of the feel of her smooth ass stuck with me all that day.

Ellen worked the night shift again that night.

That night, it was raining again. There wasn't as much thunder and lightning as the previous night but again I heard a knock at the door. "Granddad, I'm scared," Lacy said, standing in my doorway. "Can I sleep next to you?"

"Uhhhh," I hesitated.

"PLEASE!" she begged.

OK.

The reason I hesitated this time was because she had walked in at an inopportune time. I had just thrown my boxers off the bed and, under the covers, had my hard cock in my hand, just starting to fantasize about her.

I was a little nervous as she crawled into bed next to me. Just like the night before, she cuddled close to me, putting her arms around me. Then I felt her leg move over top of me, just like the night before. Only this time, there was no material separating my throbbing cock from the smooth skin of her thigh. She quickly realized something was different, as she blurted oh, "Oh!" She left her thigh on my cock for a few seconds, whimpered, "I'm sorry" and then turned and rolled over on her side, away from me.

It was an awkward moment and I laid there for a long time, looking over at her body, thinking about what just happened. After about a half hour or so, I moved toward her. Like the night before, I slowly inched my body closer to hers, barely breathing. I looked at her face and it appeared in the dim light that her eyes were closed. I moved closer, closer. I reached out and touched her bare leg slightly. I moved my hand up her leg, to her hip, moving her T-shirt upward. Baring that beautiful ass.

I moved closer. My hard cock touched her ass. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I felt her quiver when this happened. I thought of backing away. Instead though, I moved my cock right under that ass. The head slightly and and slowly rubbed against her hot wet pussy lips. I thought I heard her let out a gasp. I moved my hips back and moved forward, again rubbing my cock head against her pussy. It was smooth as satin, hairless and very wet. Pretty soon I was slowly picking up a rhythm, rubbing my dick against her pussy lips. I heard her let out an "ohhh" but this time it didn't scare me.

All at once, to my surprise, she moved her ass closer to me and reached down between her legs, grabbed my cock and inserted it into her pussy.

I knew she was awake then. Awake and horny. And very wet.

Encouraged, I slowly plunged my dick deep into her hot pussy. She moved a leg forward to give me better access. I held it there in her pussy for a moment, savoring the tight, sweet, velvety feel of it. Looking down at the magnificent creature in front of me. Any guy would give his right arm for a night with this woman. Here I was, past middle age, balls deep into this sexy thing. I started to slowly withdraw and then plunged deep in again, her hips pushing back to meet me. She let out a little mew.

I pulled out again and slammed back in. I reached around and started to play with her clit as I fucked her. I started to build up a rhythm, slamming in and out of her as we lay in a spoon position. I began to move my middle finger all around and over her clit. Her breathing became faster. Her moans became a little louder. I felt her arm reach around and she awkwardly grabbed my ass, trying to pull me deeper into her. The rhythm built up and soon in the room, above our heavy breathing, you could hear the whap, whap, whap, every time my stomach hit that amazing ass. I could hear the creaking of the bedsprings and I leaned forward and kissed her neck as she let out a "Ooohhhhhh....."

My fucking became faster, more frantic and I heard her breathing get faster as well. Soon she cried out, "Yes! YES! UHHHHHH!!!" as she came. I slammed into her hard about 7 or 8 more times before I felt an orgasm myself and soon was spurting my seed into her young tight pussy. I lay there for a moment, my deflating cock still inside of her.

I pulled out with a plop, and as I did, my cum flooded out of her pussy.

I lay back, out of breath. Within a short time, I fell asleep.

*******

In the morning, I woke up and she was gone. I remembered the night before and thought, "Was that a dream?" Did I just fuck my step-granddaughter? I couldn't believe what had happened last night. I hadn't had a chance to talk with her about it.

I got up and took a shower.

As I washed my dick off, the thought occured to me: we hadn't used protection. What if I got Lacy pregnant? What then? Her mother would kill me. I tried to get the thought out of my mind but it was there.

Ellen was again seated on the couch in the living room watching TV.

"How was your shift last night?" I asked her.

"Another long one," she sighed. "Another long shift again tonight."

"No rest for the wicked," I smiled.

"How are you and Lacy getting along?" she asked, sipping her orange juice.

"We're getting along....great."

"She's not getting in your way or anything?" Ellen asked.

"No. No, glad to have her here," I said.

"I think it's good that she's here with you," Ellen said. "You're a good influence on her."

"Oh?"

"I worry about Lacy. She was getting a little wild a few years ago---she was really into boys. It was a tough decision but her father and I decided we needed to get her on the pill before any....mishaps...occured."

"Oh?" I suddenly felt relief. "So she's on the pill?"

"I know it sounds bad. You probably think we were bad parents," Ellen said.

"No, not at all," I said.

"But....I'm not naive. I know she likes boys. I know I couldn't stop her from....having sex."

I didn't know what to say. Ellen continued, "I think you're a good influence. Hopefully she'll see that there's more to men than sex."

I swallowed hard.

"How about another foot rub?" she asked.

Again, I rubbed her feet. Ellen leaned back telling me how good that was. "You are so good with your hands," she said. After about 20 minutes or so, Ellen said she needed to get some sleep. Again we stood, facing each other. Embracing, we leaned in and kissed. This time our tongues went right for each other. We stood there in a long slow French kiss. I felt her hands lowering down to my ass. She ground her pelvis into mine. My cock was hard now. We kept kissing harder, with a greater intensity.

Suddenly, she pulled away, looked down and said, "I'm sorry, John. I'm sorry. We shouldn't...."

She ran to her room. I ran after her.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," I told her.

"You're my fucking stepdad for god's sake," she said. "I should be ashamed of myself. I'm taking advantage of you."

"No," I said as I gently embraced her. "You're not."

"I haven't had sex in over 3 years, John. My husband stopped looking at me a long time ago. You've been making me feel like a real woman again. But this is so wrong," she said.

I said, "You have nothing to feel bad about."

We kissed again, now standing near her bed. We must have kissed for another minute or so before I whispered to her in a hungry voice, "I'm very attracted to you, Ellen. Maybe it's wrong, but I can't help it." We kissed again, now with greater fervor than before. Her hips again trying to grind into my crotch--trying to feel my hard dick.

"I want to do something for you," I said.

I told her to lie down. I had her remove her pants. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "Something you deserve," I told her.

Her legs were long and smooth, beautiful like Lacy's. I removed her underwear.

She looked nervous, apprehensive. She wanted to, but her conscience was holding her back. My conscience had reached the point of no return last night. I leaned forward and began to kiss her legs. Her beatiful thighs. She looked down and watched as I did. I slowly moved my way up her thighs until I reached her neatly trimmed pussy. Tiny blonde hairs were there but she kept it trim. I moved my nose against the slit and she quivered. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick up and down her wet pussy. She began to moan. Her legs moved wider apart to give me better access. I stuck my tongue into her wet pussy and tasted her musk. It was so good. I slowly stuck in again and pulled out, fucking her with my tongue. My thumb was now rubbing her clit, giving it a workout. My face was all wet from her juices. She was moving her hips up toward my face and moaning. "Ohhh.......oh yeah! Oh yeah, right there! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!! YES!" I moved my tongue up to her clit and stuck my middle finger into her pussy and began to fuck in and out. Soon she screamed out like a banshee with a "YES! YESSSS!!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Her body shook so hard. Juices gushed out of her.

"Wow," she said, catching her breath.

I looked at her, the pussy juices sliding off my chin.

"That was amazing," she said. "I needed that."

"I know. You needed this. You deserved this. Any man who wouldn't give you the attention you need.....he's not worth your time."

She looked at the cieling. "Wow. Wow."

I said to her, "I want to do this for you. I know it's weird. But, in a way it's not."

"I know, right?" she said. "We're not blood relatives. We're both adults."

"And I think we've both been pretty lonely," I said, grabbing her hand.

"And horny," she said, smiling at me.

She looked at me seriously and said, "Lacy cannot know about this."

"Oh, no, I agree," I said. "This has to be our secret."

She reached forward, toward my crotch. "You're still horny," she said.

"Yeah," I said.

She sat up and unbuckled my pants and unzipped them. She pulled down my boxers and out sprang my erect cock. "Wow. You've got a nice one here," she said. "Much nicer than my husband's."

I sat down on the bed. Ellen began to jack me off, giving me the best hand job I think I've ever had. Then suddenly, without warning, she leaned forward, putting her mouth around my cock and began sucking on it, giving me an expert blow job. It didn't take long--not more than about 2 minutes for me to shoot my loud into her skilled mouth. When I did she slurped down every last drop. She smiled at me and said, "Wow, what a workout. I could do this all day. But I need some sleep. Gotta work again tonight."

She lay back and smiled. I pulled up my pants and excused myself to the bathroom.

That night, Ellen went to work as usual. Lacy came back from studying at the library quite late.

Tonight, the weather was clear. There was no rain. No storm. I didn't hear a knock at my door. Instead, Lacy walked into my room as if this was where she belonged. She didn't knock, didn't ask. She just came in, wearing nothing but that long T-shirt. She crawled into her side of the bed. This time I was wearing my boxers but as soon as she got into bed, I slowly, carefully took them off and dropped them to the floor. She was laying on her side, away from me again. My cock began to grow as I inched closer to that marvelous ass. I moved her T-shirt up and began running my hands along that ass. My fingers found their way to her pussy and began to glide along the slit. Her upper body turned and she moved her face toward mine and kissed me. We began to make out in a passionate session. Our tongues wrestling, examining each other. She rolled over completly and now I moved in such a way that she was lying on her back and I was on top of her, my hard dick on her smooth thigh, just inches away from its prize.

I ran my hand under her shirt and took her left breast in my hand, squeezing it as we kissed. I moved over a little so I was lying on top of her, in between her legs and I positioned my hard cock at the entrance of her vagina and entered her. She let out a moan into my mouth. I felt one of her legs wrap around me and press into my butt, encouraging me. I started out fucking her slowly, savoring the look of her, the feel of her. I couldn't believe how things were going. I didn't want to sit around examining whether this was right or wrong. Right now her body was writhing under mine, her velvety pussy encouraging me to fuck and fuck and fuck.

The pace picked up and soon it became apparent that this was all we had been thinking about all day---we wanted each other, couldn't get enough of the others' body. She was screaming openly now, telling me it was so good.

"Fuck yeah! YEAAH!! Ooooh, right there, granddad, right there! Yeah! That's it! Right there!"

Encouraged, I fucked her harder and harder until she let out a shriek and came. I came shortly after that, staying within the sweet walls of her pussy.

Sweaty and tired, I pulled out and leaned back. She got up to go to the bathroom to clean up. A few minutes later, she crawled back into bed and cuddled next to me. I put my arm around her. I wanted to say something. I should say something, right? I should say "This is wrong---I'm old enough to be your grandfather....hell, I practically AM your grandfather. We shouldn't be doing this." But I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I don't know why. Maybe I didn't want to break the magic of it. Maybe I was afraid I'd say the wrong thing and wreck my chances of ever getting into that pussy again.

We didn't say a word. Didn't acknowledge what had happened. Didn't acknowledge how wrong it is. I drifted off to sleep in her arms. I started having the most amazing dream. I dreamt that Lacy and I were fucking on an airplane, her sitting on my lap, bobbing up and down as the rest of the passengers were oblivious. I woke up to see naked Lacy sucking on my dick. Her head was bobbing up and down and man, could she suck. It was hard to tell who gave a better blow job--Ellen or Lacy. They both had a slightly different technique, but I couldn't say one was better than the other.

She stopped momentarily when she realized I was awake. "Sorry, I just love your cock," she said before slurping it down again. I said nothing, but just stroked her hair gently. Soon, she got up and straddled me, facing me. She slowly impaled herself on my rock hard dick. God, I hadn't had so many erections in years. These women were really turning me on. She slowly sank down on it and let out a satisfied moan. I reached up and played with her humongous tits. She lifted herself up and down, moaning, "It's so big....so nice.....oooohhhhh.......oohhhhhh......oohhhhhhh."

Pretty soon, she leaned forward, mashing those tits to my chest. I reached down, grabbing and kneading her ass as she still rode up and down on my dick. We kissed passionately as I pulled her ass up and down in the rhythm of our fucking. Our love making was less frenzied this time. More slow and liesurely. We were both tired. And we were both just enjoying it. Just slowly riding. Eventually, she sat up again, riding harder and harder, determined to cum. Finally she did cum and let out a huge moaning scream before falling forward again. Seeing that set me off and I erupted inside of her.

By then it was 5 in the morning. She looked at the clock and said, "I better get to my own bed. Wouldn't want my mom to find us like this."

No shit!

The next day, Ellen came home and she was tired. She went to bed right away. Lacy went away for the day to see friends or something. I had some errands to run. I came back in the afternoon and Ellen was still asleep. I was pretty tired myself. All that fucking with Lacy had kept me from getting much sleep. I went into the living room and lay down. I drifted off to sleep for a nap.

I began to dream that I was in a church about to be married. Lacy was coming down the aisle wearing nothing but a white T-shirt that didn't quite cover up her pussy. I couldn't stand it anymore and burst down the aisle, hugged her, tackling her to the ground and in front of all the assembled congregation began fucking the shit out of her. I awoke to see my dick being sucked again--this time not by Lacy but by Ellen.

I was shocked by this and yelled "Ellen!"

She looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes as if she had done something wrong.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing, I...." I drifted off. "I wasn't expecting....."

"I shouldn't have done it," she said.

"No, I appreciate it. You have no idea. You are a very sexy woman and.....wow...it's a nice surprise to wake up to."

She smiled and went back to sucking on my dick. She was pretty skillful. "Stop!" I said.

"What?" she said, surprised.

"I want your pussy. I really want to fuck you right now."

She smiled and started to get up as if she were going to go to her room.

"No," I told her. "Right here on the floor."

She removed her clothes. She may have been in her mid-30s and her skin wasn't as smooth or young as her daughter's, but there's something about women, they do get better with age. She lay down on the floor, nervous, excited. For the first time in 3 years, she would have a cock in it and it would be mine. She lay back, spreading her legs as an invitation. I removed the rest of my clothes and looked over my prize as I prepared to mount her. God she was amazing. I thought she was good looking as a teen but shit, she got better with age. My rock hard cock jutted forward, teasing my stepdaughter's pussy lips. Finally I moved forward and began to stick it in. It was tight in there. Even tighter than Lacy.

"Uhhh, this is gonna be so good," she groaned.

I pulled out and pushed back in, slowly working my way in, slowly opening her up.

"It's so big," Ellen said.

"Your pussy feels so good," I said, looking her in the eyes. We kissed. I leaned down and licked and then bit one of her nipples which caused her to squeal. I began to fuck her at a good pace and she fucked back. There's no substitute for experience. A young piece of ass is wild and exciting and feels good but those older women, they know what they're doing. Make an older woman feel sexy and she'll reward you. She was rewarding my cock, massaging it with her pussy in a way no woman had done before. Moving her body in ways that were so completly new even to an old codger like me. What the hell was Ray thinking? Who could ever turn down a pussy like this. Man, I fucked her like there was no tomorrow and she was moaning and yelling out.

"Shit, shit, shit! YES! YES! OH GOD! YES! FUCK! FUCK! FUCCCCCK! YEEEAAAHHH!" We came simultaneously and lay there in a sweaty heap, passionately kissing before I pulled out of her.

The days went on like this. On nights when Ellen worked, without a word of explanation, Lacy came to my room and we fucked like rabbits all night.

When Lacy was gone to school, Ellen and I fucked like rabbits in every part of the house. On the couch. In my bed. In her bed. On the kitchen table.

I couldn't get enough. Some guys have to take supplements to be this horny. Something about these two sexy women and the illicit/wrong situation that we were involved in turned me on. I'm a horrible man, I know.

Sometimes I fucked one while the other was in the house. One night I awoke with a huge hard-on. I could hear Ellen snoring in the next bedroom. I quietly snuck down the hallway to Lacy's room and she was sleeping on her stomach. I came into her room, took my clothes off. I got on the bed and placed my hand over her mouth. She awoke as I did and screamed into my hand. Then she saw it was just me and whispered, "You scared me grandad." I said not a word but got on top of her---she jutted her ass out to help me---and stuck it in and began to fuck her as she lay on her stomach. She turned her head and kissed me and moaned into my mouth as we fucked. After we both came, I got off of her, we embraced and made out a little while longer and then I grabbed my clothes and went back to bed.

Another time I told Lacy to go bring up some items from the basement. She yelled up that she couldn't find them. She yelled for me to show me where they were. I went downstairs and found her--wearing a short skirt, bent over a bunch of old boxes, looking. "I can't find what I'm looking for," she said. I couldn't resist. I moved up behind her, pulled my pants down, moved her underwear to one side and started fucking her from behind as we stood there looking at the boxes. Her mother was upstairs. It was risky. I shouldn't have done it but I couldn't help it. I came inside her, then pulled my pants up and went back upstairs.

This went on for about 2 months. I was exhausted all the time.

Then after 2 months, Lacy met a boyfriend at school. At first I found myself jealous. Lacy stopped coming to my room. Stopped fucking me. I felt dejected by it. But then I realized I was being ridiculous. She was a young girl with a great future ahead of her. I should just be thankful I secretly got all that pussy from her for months.

And besides, I found myself falling in love with Ellen. After about 3 months, we had a talk and we each admitted we were in love with each other. I asked her to marry me. She turned me down. She said she loved me but didn't want to get married again. She wanted to keep living with me. She wanted to keep fucking me. But she didn't ever want to marry again.

I understood. I had gone through the death of a spouse which I guess is every bit as devastating as a divorce.

We took Lacy aside and told her that we had fallen in love and were going to be a couple. She didn't seem that surprised. I don't think she knew that Ellen and I were fucking but there was no mistaking the chemistry there. I'm sure Lacy saw it.

Lacy had an announcement of her own--she was moving in with some friends nearer to campus. So we wouldn't see quite as much of her. In a way, I was relieved--that left less temptation.

As Lacy went to pack, she was gathering things from the basement. She called me down to help me look for something. She was again wearing the short skirt and was bent over. A few months earlier, I would have taken that as an invitation and fucked her. But now, I couldn't. She bent way over, wagged her ass, smiled and said, "Do I get that cock one last time? For old time's sake?"

I wanted to say no. But man. That ass. That tempting young, perfect, smooth ass. Sure, Ellen was a better fuck, but a girl like Lacy---how can you say no to that?

I told her, "I want your pussy. But I can't fuck things up with your mom. I love her. I don't want to hurt her."

"I know. That's why we've got to be VERY careful," she said. I moved forward, dropping my pants and moving her underwear to the side. My cock was already hard. The sight of that ass was all it took. And maybe the memory of how her pussy felt. I moved close and plunged my dick into her pussy, one last time. Man, it felt good. She bent way over, nearly grabbing her ankles. I grabbed hold of her ass and began to pound like crazy as we stood there. I pounded her like crazy, her moans getting louder and louder. Eventually, she started to come and then so did I. I pulled out, my cum trailing down her leg. She stood up. She looked at me, looked down at my cock. She touched it and said, "My mom is a lucky lady."

I smiled and said to Lacy, "Your boyfriend is a lucky guy."

She rolled her eyes and said, "He doesn't have a cock like yours."

"Thanks," I said.

"For what?" she said.

"You gave me confidence again. It may sound weird to say this---but for as much as I love your mom, I guess I have a bit of a crush on you."

"I have a crush on you too," she said. We got close together and kissed. A long, passionate kiss.