My Granddaughter Dani
Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Father, Daughter, Grand Parent, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - I'm a 58 year old widower, my daughter askes if her daughter can stay with me while she attends college --- i hadn't seen Dani since she was 12... now she's 18 and almost too pretty!

I had three daughters and two sons, with my wife Mary. She died last year from a very aggressive strain of pancreatic cancer.

Our sons, George and Gerald, went off to find themselves – I hear from them very seldom – so they must have finally found themselves ... far away!

I retired from working for the government when I turned 55, three years ago – my name is Jamison Banks.

My three daughters went about their futures very differently. They went to college, but to get a husband, instead of a degree. Emily is married with four kids living in upper New York, with her lawyer husband.

Erin and her brood live in Toronto, where her doctor husband decided to settle – they had twin sons.

Last, but certainly not least is my daughter Elexus – married a real estate agent who now is the Broker of an agency with 150 realtor-associates. They had a girl and two boys. They ended up in Idaho, but as I recently found out, their daughter Danielle had decided she wanted to go to the same college her grandpa went to, UNLV.

I got a call from Elexus telling me all of this, asking if her daughter, my granddaughter, could live in my house while she attended college.

The once barely big enough house that was filled to the very brim with the sounds of little kids for so many years was getting to be awfully lonely, with Mary having passed.

I said, "Sure" hearing a squeal from the other end of the phone. Apparently Danielle was listening in and she said, "Thank you Grandpa Jamison – I promise I'll follow whatever rules you lay down."

"We'll see if we need any rules or not – when are you going to be here? I can pick you up from a bus terminal or an airport – I may be older, but I can still drive and come and get you from wherever you land."

I haven't seen Danielle since she was 12 or 13, all I remember was she had beautiful black hair all of the way down her back and a very pretty face, reminiscent of a young Elizabeth Taylor. I found myself looking forward to see her, now 18 and going to college just a couple of miles from where I lived.

She gave me the particulars of the plane she was coming in on. Although I kept the house rather cleaned up, I did want to make a good impression on my granddaughter, when I brought her home. I went through the entire house, not finding much to pick up – deciding to let her stay in the same bedroom her mother grew up in.

Two days later, I drove to the airport – having made one of those signs that said 'Danielle.'

I eagerly watched for any brunette coming off the plane, seeing them go every which way – until a very pretty young woman walked up to me and smiled.

"I'm Danielle – Hello Grandpa," and she gave me a tremendous hug. I hadn't felt a woman's breasts against me in a very long time. She wasn't letting go so I just enjoyed it as long as it lasted.

I felt a stirring in my loins, so I precipitated the separation. She took my hand and said, "You look just like I remembered. Tall and handsome, with a little touch of gray over your ears – how do I look to you?"

"You were cute when you were 12, but my, my – you have become what I believe the young men of your age would call Hot!"

"Thank you, that's so sweet of you to say – I have three suitcases and two boxes to get from the baggage area. She took my hand again, as we walked together to the baggage claim.

"I've set up the same room that your mother had growing up – it hasn't changed much, there might be stuff on the walls you'll want to replace, and go ahead as you wish."

I was about a head taller than her, and I felt quite invigorated with such a pretty girl holding my hand, I even pulled her hand up and kissed the back of it, causing a giggle and a beautiful smile to appear on her face.

"How long since you've eaten, Danielle?"

"First, all of my friends call me Dani – I want you to as well. What do you want me to call you?"

"How about Jamie?"

"Sure ... Jamie – I am hungry, if you want to drive thru somewhere – I'm OK with that!"

"No way Dani, with such a pretty girl on my arm, I want to go somewhere nice, and show you off. Your mother as well as Mary, my late wife, were both very pretty when they were your age. I may have to say that you might be the prettiest woman I've been around in a very long time."

"Thank you, kind sir," she said with a curtsey. "Oh, here is my stuff, I'll get a cart to get it to the car, Jamie."

As she walked away, I casually glanced at her ... hindquarters and noticed how taut and firm she looked. My gaze may have lingered too long as she said, "Were you checking me out, Jamie?"

I felt a blush coming over me as I said, "If that means what I think it means, yes – I'm sorry Dani. It's been so long since I've ... I've had someone so beautiful around me – I'm a little flustered. I'm afraid to say or do anything to cause you discomfort and the first thing that happens between us is that you caught me 'checking you out.'"

"I'm very flattered that my own grandfather thinks I'm pretty."

While we were talking she was pointing at the suitcases and packages I needed to stack on the cart. We were waiting for the last suitcase to get around to us again. Dani leaned over to get it, and I looked again, this time I glanced back to the luggage cart as she put the last suitcase on.

"Did you get a good look, Jamie?" she smiled at me.

"How did..."

"I always know when someone is checking me out, it doesn't bother me a bit that I got a hunk of an older guy who tells me I'm beautiful and looks at me like you do."

She got up on her toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm 18, what they call 'street legal' and so are you Jamie, aren't you?"

"I love flirting with you, Dani – if I do anything or say anything that offends you – tell me, please?"

"I like flirting too, Jamie – let's go get something to eat."

We took the cart as I jogged to the car and pulled up, opening the trunk and started loading up her stuff.

"Please put the boxes in the back seat, Jamie?"

"Sure thing, Dani!" I finished then opened the door for her, and closing it, and going over to my side and got in.

She scooted over, resting her head on my shoulder. "Jamie, thank you for letting come and stay with you. You really are such a wonderful gentleman – opening a car door. Those dim-wads that are my age wouldn't know proper etiquette around a woman if their life depended on it."

"Well, my dear – what are you hungry for? Steak, fish, Chinese, Mexican – anything I say sound good?"

"You pick, Jamie – I'm going to close my eyes and rest while you drive us wherever you want to go."

I felt her arms wrap around my right arm as she snuggled into my shoulder, "You are so soft, Jamie."

I know part of me that isn't soft, I can't believe I got a hard on right now – its so embarrassing, my own granddaughter. We had something of a drive, with the airport out in the boonies. I heard her asleep on me.

I took my right hand off the wheel, and placed it lightly on her left thigh. She didn't wake up or she didn't mind, now my partial erection was nearly busting my pants. She dropped her hand directly on my groin saying, "Thank you, Jamie – that feels good!"

For the rest of this story, you need to Log In or Register