An experienced and confident teen takes me by surprise

My sons new woman's daughter came to stay with me when her mom went in to labour, and she did something very naughty.

I am nearly 65 years old, and my son has been dating a new woman for nearly a year, and she has a young daughter, 14 years old, her name is Grace.

I’ve met them both before, they’d been over to see me a couple of times, and Grace appeared to be a very sweet well-mannered young girl, that is until they left her alone with me one late evening.

My son and his new woman, her name is Sandra by the way, were expecting their first child together, and on this particular evening she went in to labour, my son phoned me and asked if he could drop Grace off for me to watch her while they went to the hospital.

So they dropped her off and Grace made herself comfortable, she plonked herself down on the sofa, still dressed in her school uniform and clutching her pink mobile phone, tapping away with her friends and whatever kids do these days, I just sat down in my arm chair.

“So, are you excited to meet your new brother or sister?” I asked her.

“Sure.” She replied, not taking her eyes off her phone screen.

“Do they know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?” I asked.

She shrugged, “Dunno.” She replied.

I just kept getting short responses from her, she was more interested in her phone than anything else, like she wasn’t even bothered her mom was about to give birth.

“Are you hungry, I can get you something to eat if you like?” I said.

“Nah.” She replied.

“Want a drink?” I asked.

“Nah.” She replied.

A short time later she made me jump when she suddenly shouted at her phone, “You fucking bitch! You fucking slag!” she yelled, then slammed her phone down on the coffee table and gave it the finger.

“Eh – Eh, what’s all that about? – You shouldn’t be using language like that.” I said.

“Sorry, just one of my EX friends is really pissing me off.” She replied.

She sat looking moody and staring at the TV for a while, then asked me about my wife, “Is that your wife in that photo?” she asked.

She had never met my wife as she passed away some years before, and she saw the photo of her on my sideboard, a picture of her standing outside the Eifel Tower.

“Yes it is.” I said.

“What was she like?” she asked.

“She was a lovely caring lady, she liked to tell jokes and always made me laugh. You would have liked her I think, and she would have loved you.” I replied.

“Do you miss her?” she asked.

“Every day.” I replied.

“Has there been anyone since?” she asked, “Like do you have a girlfriend or owt?”

I chuckled, “No – No. I’m too old for all that now.” I replied.

“You don’t look that old.” She said.

“Well, thank you.” I replied.

“Do you miss it – sex?” she asked.

That took me by surprise, “That’s a very personal question – and I think inappropriate.” I replied.

“I’m not a kid. I don’t know about sex and that.” She said.

“Right – Well – still, I don’t think you should be asking me questions like that.” I said.

“But you must miss it. How do you deal with not having anyone, do you jerk yourself off?” she asked.

I was very shocked and feeling extremely uncomfortable, “Grace, these questions are not appropriate. Stop it right now.” I said in a stern tone.

She giggled and then stood up and walked over to the front of my chair, then she knelt down in front of me between my knees and started rubbing her hands up my legs, “What are you doing?” I Asked.

“Can your dick still get hard?” she asked.

“I beg your pardon?!” I snapped.

“I heard old men have to take tablets to get their dicks hard, do you have any?” she said.

“No I do not!” I snapped, and was growing very uncomfortable and a bit angry with her, then she started rubbing my crotch, so I grabbed her hands and lifted them away, “…STOP THAT!” I yelled.

She pulled her hands out of mine and slapped my hands away, “Don’t fucking touch me!” she snapped.

She continued to go for and rub my crotch, spreading her hands around my cock and balls over my trousers, every time I tried to pull her hands away she just slapped them off, I felt like giving her a hard slap but she wasn’t my blood family and I don’t hit females, and she was surprisingly strong for a skinny little girl.

“Oh, there it is.” She said, smiling, as my cock got harden in my pants from her relentless rubbing, “Let’s have a look.” She said, unbuttoning my trousers, then pulling the front of my boxer shorts down and exposing my hard cock.

“Stop it. Please stop it. Stop it.” I said, repeatedly, while feeling my cock swelling and throbbing.

She took hold of it, gripping it tightly and then jerking it up and down, “It’s really hard for an old guy. I thought it would be all wrinkled and that, but it’s alright.” She said with a grin.

“Jesus Christ!” I gasped.
“Let me taste it…” she said, then she sat up on her knees and leaned her head forward, her long hair tickled as it swept over my legs, then she plunged my cock in to her mouth, “…Mmm.” She hummed.

“Oooh – Myyyy – Go-o-o-o-d.” I gasped, I held on to the arms of my chair tightly and shut my eyes as she slurped and sucked on my cock.

She pulled her mouth off for a moment to tie her hair back, “I bet I can make you cum.” She giggled, then continued to blow me.

“Dear God, girl, what are you doing!” I gasped, it was wrong, it was so-so-so wrong, but it felt good.

Her soft wet lips slid gently up and down my shaft, coating my cock in a film of her saliva, this clearly wasn’t her first time doing this, and the way she swirled her warm tongue around the tip of my cock was just amazing, and I’d reached the point of no return and I didn’t even want to stop her anymore.

“Oh that’s good – keep going, girl.” I gasped.

She continued for a few minutes, gripping and rapidly jerking the base of my cock while sucking the upper half, my hands gripped the sides of the arms on my chair, almost snapping them off as I felt my nuts tighten, “I’m cumming!” I announced and then instantly ejaculated straight inside her mouth, I looked down and watched her still sucking on my ejaculating cock, allowing my sperm to flood her mouth, “M-Mmm-Mmmm.” She hummed.

The little devil milk me dry and swallowed the lot, “You’re a damn menace.” I gasped in a joking manner, “Jesus Christ, girl, what is wrong with you?” I asked.

“I just like dicks.” She replied, then she licked the tip of my cock and then bounced up on her feet, standing up, and then she started to undress.

“Now what are you doing?” I asked.

She took off her shoes, her socks, then her skirt and then her tie and shirt, standing in front of me in her underwear, she took off her bra and exposed her small perky breasts and then slid her hot pink panties down her legs, “Well you got to cum, now it’s my turn.” She said.

“Your turn?” I asked.

Before I knew it she was on top of me, straddling me, and she was jerking my cock between her legs with her chest a few inches from my face, “You have to fuck me now.” She said.

My eyes rolled down to look at her small bald pussy and my cock got hard again rather quickly, “You’ve lost your mind, girl.” I said to her.

She sat up on her knees before guiding the tip of my cock between her legs and pushing my tip inside her, she was no virgin, then she put her hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed herself down on my cock.

“Oooh shit.” I gasped.

“Ungh!” she moaned.

My cock stretch her small opening wide open and slowly slid inside her, damn she was tight, incredibly wet and comfortably warm, but very-very tight, “Oooooaagh.” I gasped again.

When she started to lightly bounce on my cock I moved my hands and held on to her small tender hips, letting her do all the work, it wasn’t her first rodeo, that’s for sure.

“Uh – Uuh – Uh…” she moaned, “Uh – You’re dick is nice and big – Uuh”

“Stop if it hurts.” I replied.

She shook her head, “No I like it.” She moaned, and began to bounce faster and driving my cock deeper inside her pussy, “Let me know when you’re cumming.”

A basically just sat there for several minutes while she rode my cock and slammed her little ass on my balls.

“Ug – Okay – “ I moaned, “I’m cumming!” I announced, but it seemed like she wasn’t listening, “…Grace?! – I’m cumming, oh my god!”

I thought she wanted me to let her know so that she can pull off my cock so I didn’t nut inside of her, but it appeared that she wanted me to nut in her, she folder her arms over my shoulders holding on to me as she slammed herself down on my cock rapidly, pushed her face against mine and then weirdly licked my face from my chin all the way up to my forehead like an animal.

“Ooooooooaaagh – Ooooaagh – Oooooooooooooooaaagh.” I groaned with rapid grunting as my balls emptied once again, this time flooding her pussy with my sperm.

“Uh – MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” She hummed while biting her lower lip and smiling, coming to a stop and just sitting in place as my balls drained in to her, “Mmm.”

Her hand brushed my hair at the back of my head, and then she grasped a bunch of it and pulled my head back, it hurt a lot, then she licked my face again, “That was good.”

Then she let go of my hair and pushed against my shoulders to ‘hop’ herself off my cock and off my lap, she gathered up her clothes off the floor and then left the room and went in to the bathroom, where I heard her turn on the shower.

I fastened my pants back up and just sat trying to catch my breath, when she returned about 15 minutes later all washed and clean, she just picked her phone up off the coffee table and sat down like nothing had happened.

“Don’t you think we should talk?” I asked her.

“About what?” she asked, once again her eyes not leaving her phone.

“About what just happened. What we just did.” I said.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” She replied.

“I think there is.” I said.

She finally took her eyes off her phone and looked at me, “We had fun that’s all. We don’t need to talk about it.” she said, then she asked for a drink because she was thirsty.

I got her a glass of juice from the fridge and then sat back down and we sat in silence for over an hour, then I got a call from my son letting me know that the baby had been born, it was a girl, “You’ve got a baby sister.” I told Grace while on the phone.

“Yay.” She replied, unenthusiastically.

A few hours later my son picked Grace up and took her home, when he arrived and Grace went to the car I really wanted to tell my son what she had done, but I chose not too because I didn’t really do much to stop it and I didn’t really know how to tell him – so I didn’t.

I’ve now put the highly unusual events of that evening behind me, although Grace was right, I did miss sex and she reminded me just how good sex can be.

I don’t know what they’re teaching these kids in school these days, but we didn’t have girls like Grace back in my day. Bloody hell.