I dragged our luggage up the path as my wife went on without me.
“Come to granny!” she exclaimed, the moment our daughter opened the front door, holding our grandchild in her arms. I couldn’t help smile, either. Billy was the cutest little bundle of joy I had ever laid eyes upon.
The last time I felt that way was when Sam was a newborn, twenty years ago. Now she was a mother herself. A fully grown woman. That dark pulse buried inside me crawled up, poking the surface of my brain. Fuck, Samantha had an amazing teen body, further accentuated from giving birth. The dress she wore still hugged the curves of her hips and exquisite legs.
What really got to me, though, were her breasts. I couldn’t help but check out the deep valley of her cleavage, made sexual and obscene by how full and engorged they were with milk.
I swallowed as we hugged, her feminine scent invading my nostrils and making my dick stir with need.
“Thank you for coming, daddy. I appreciate it.”
I smiled. “I wouldn’t leave my babygirl in the lurch.”