I felt really sad seeing my grandfather die, even if it was in a porn movie.
“Rex Hammer!”
I looked at my friend in confusion. “Huh?”
She was pointing at the screen. “His name is Rex Hammer. See?”
I looked back at the TV in time to see the lead character’s name scroll off the top of the screen. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn’t used his real name.
“That’s pretty funny,” Gabby said. “Hammer? Get it? His cock is like a hammer.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I get it.”
“God, he’s hot. I wonder if he made any other movies.”
I hadn’t thought of that. Was my grandfather a famous porn star? That was too weird to think about.
The story I’d heard was that Papa and Nana were pretty poor when they’d gotten married, and my stepdad was born right away. Somehow, my Papa had scrounged up enough money to buy a used limousine, and began his own limousine company. The business slowly grew, and within five years he had ten limousines with drivers working for him. The company kept growing, and when Nana died, he sold it all off for a couple million dollars. He still served as a consultant for them, but most of his time was free. Not too bad for fifty-five years old.
But how did this porn film fit into all of that? And were there others?
“Want to watch another one?” Gabby asked.
“No, I think I’m going home.”
She grinned. “Movie got you hot, huh? You have to go home and do a little diddling?”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. Old porn sucks. I prefer the newer stuff.”
“Yeah, but that Rex Hammer is a god. I’m going to be thinking about him while Derek fucks me tonight.”
“Gross.”
“He’s not gross. He’s a real man, not like the guys these days.” She pointed at the screen again. “That’s how women want to be fucked.”
“If you say so. Have fun tonight.”
I got up and left, starting off on the short walk to my house. Yeah, it bothered me to hear my best friend talk about my grandfather like that, even if she didn’t know it was him. But the worst part was how wet my pussy had gotten while watching him on the screen.
Chapter 4
I pulled into my grandfather’s driveway, trying to calm my nerves. This was just a normal visit, I told myself, just like I do every month.
It’d been a week since I saw the video with Gabby, and it was all I could think of. I’d found the movie on IMDb, and discovered it’d been made in 1983. That led to the page for Rex Hammer, and to my relief, it was the only movie he’d been in. But then again, how accurate were the records of 80s porn movies? And who’s to say he didn’t make other films under a different stage name?
But my interest had caused me to move up my monthly visit by a week, and Papa seemed surprised this morning when I called him and asked if I could come over. Not that I wanted to confront him about being a porn star, but I just wanted to be around him after seeing him in that movie.
He had a very nice house in one of the more expensive parts of town, and the grounds were well-manicured with plenty of flowers around. I knew that Nana used to take care of the flowers, but since she was gone Papa hired someone to do it.
When I rang the doorbell, it took a few seconds before it opened, and then there he was, Eric Dalton in the flesh, my grandfather.
He smiled at me and showed off his dimples, his deep blue eyes flashing as he opened the door wide and invited me in. He seemed taller than I remembered, and his body was still lean and muscular as it’d been when it was captured on film over three decades previous.
I had a flashback to his erect cock, and thought it was so weird that it was the same cock that was forming the interesting bulge in the front of his jeans. But I pushed that from my mind. I couldn’t be thinking about my grandfather’s dick while visiting him.
“Good afternoon, Chloe,” he said with his grin. “My, you get prettier every time I see you.”
I smiled back. “And you don’t seem to age.”
He chuckled. “Uh, oh. My father warned me about women who flatter.”
I giggled. “Not flattery. Just the truth.”
“Come on in. I have your favorite cookies and drinks already out.”
We walked into his living room, which was elegantly decorated, and sat on the couch. I grabbed a cookie from the tray, and took a sip of Diet Coke.
“Thanks, Papa,” I said with a smile.
“You’re welcome. My favorite granddaughter is always welcome.” He smiled back.
“I’m your only granddaughter,” I pointed out.
“Doesn’t matter. Even if I had a hundred, you’d be my favorite.”
I smiled at him. It was hard to believe that the guy in that porn film was now flattering me. He obviously had charm, and along with his handsome looks, I bet he was real popular with the girls when he was younger.
“So,” he said, “what have you been up to since I last saw you?”
“Not too much. Just hanging out with my friend Gabby.”
“Last time we’d talked, you and your boyfriend had just broken up. How’s that going?”
“Same. We’re still broken up. He’s off being free and single.”
“And what about you? You’re free and single too.”
“Yeah, well, I’m still getting used to that.”
He reached over and took my hand in his. “Chloe, this is the time of your life you should be having fun. Experimenting. Before you know it, you’ll be married and settled down with a husband and a few kids. Don’t regret not taking advantage of your freedom while you have it.”
“Experimenting? What does that mean?”
“Anything you want it to mean. There are no limits.”
“Is that what you did when you were younger?”
He smiled. “You could say that.”
“I bet the girls loved you.”
He shrugged. “I guess you could say that too.”
“How old were you the first time?”
His eyebrows rose. “Chloe, that’s a little too personal.”
“I’m just curious.”
“Younger than you are.”
“How much younger?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Tell you?”
“How did it happen? Was it with a girl you knew at school?”
“Chloe, this is inappropriate.”
“You don’t have to tell me her name. Just the general scenario. Was it in the back seat of your car?”
He thought for a moment, as if remembering. “No.”
“Was it with a girl from school?”
“No.”
“Tell me. I’m really curious now.”
He sighed. “Fine. But this stays between us, okay? If your parents found out I was discussing this with you, they’d kill me.”
I nodded eagerly. “Of course.”
He paused again, as if to gather his thoughts, then said, “I was fourteen.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “That’s pretty young.”
“Yes it was. And the woman was thirty-eight.”
I stared at him in shock. “Holy crap.”
She’d been my mother’s college roommate, and she came to visit us for a week. I was fourteen and horny, and thought she was the sexiest woman I’d ever met. Then I did something stupid.”
“Something stupid? What?”
“I hid in her closet. I just wanted to see what she looked like naked.”
“Wow. Did you? Get to see her naked?”
“No. Like a dummy, I didn’t realize that if she was getting dressed, she’d need something out of her closet. She opened the closet door, and there I was standing there with my dick in my hand.”
“Oh god. Seriously?”
“Yes. It was bad. She got upset and threatened to tell my mother. I pleaded with her not to, and finally she relented, saying she’d let it go this time,
“But I thought you said you lost your virginity to her.”
“Patience, Chloe, I’m getting there.”
“Sorry.”
“So for the rest of her visit, it was like we had a secret between us. Our eyes would meet sometimes, like over dinner, and I knew she was thinking about me trying to spy on her. And I noticed sometimes she’d even smile slightly, as if she weren’t upset anymore.”
“Cool.”
So on the night before she was going to fly back home, I was in my room, um, doing something that most teenage boys do.”
I grinned. “Papa! Really?”
He shrugged. “All boys do it. If they say they don’t, they’re lying.”
I giggled.
“Anyway, I was doing that, and I was thinking about Maggie while I was doing it.”
“That was her name?”
“Yes. Margaret, but everyone called her Maggie. So there I was, pleasuring myself, when my bedroom door opened and she came in.”
“Holy shit.”
I scrambled to cover up, but it was obvious she knew what I was doing. And she didn’t seem upset. Instead, she started to take her pajamas off.”
“Wow.”
“I stared in shock as she got naked and then came to my bed, holding up the covers and then sliding in beside me. She took control, and we had sex. Several times, in fact.”
“Amazing.”
“Yes, it was. She left the next day and the next time I saw her was at my mother’s funeral, over twenty years later. She’d been married at the time of her visit, and her husband was still with her, so we didn’t talk about what’d happened between us. But from the way she looked at me, I knew she was thinking about it.”
“That’s kind of romantic.”
“I couldn’t have had a better first time.”
“I guess so. My first time was with an older guy too.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Really?”
I giggled. “Yeah. He was a senior and I was a sophomore.”
He chuckled. “You’re bad.”
“There’s no great story behind it like yours. We were making out in the backseat of his car, and I was tired of all my friends talking about how great sex was, while I had no clue what was going on. So when he started going beyond my usual limits, I didn’t stop him.”
“Was it enjoyable for you?”
“It was okay. Not the fireworks and explosions my friends described, but it felt good. I think I was a little too nervous to totally enjoy it, because after the first time, it got a whole lot better.”
He nodded. “That’s how it was with Maggie. The first time was much too fast, but she calmed me down and said we had all night. After that, it was incredible.”
“And then you met Nana.”
He chuckled again. “Yes. Much later.”
“So there were a lot of girls between Maggie and Nana?”
He held his palms up. “As you said, the girls found me attractive. Horny teenage boys don’t turn down those kinds of offers.”
I smiled. “I guess not.”
“But once I met Heather, that was it. There was no other woman for me.”
“So once you met Nana, you didn’t have sex with any other woman?”
His gaze met mine. “I never broke my vows of marriage with her. Not once.”
“That’s cool. I could always tell how much you two loved each other.”
He nodded. “Yes, we did. I’ll never find anyone like her again.”
“I remember all the stories. How you two didn’t have any money at first.”
“Yes, it was tough. But we always believed in each other.”
“And you bought that used limo, which you used to start your company.”
“I got lucky. I found out through a friend it was available, but I didn’t have enough money to buy it. And then the very next day I found out about a job opportunity, and they were paying almost the exact amount they were asking for the limo. A week later, I had the limo, and the rest was history.”
“What job was it?”
“Huh?”
“The job opportunity. How did you earn the money?”
He shrugged. “Nothing earth-shattering. Just unloading some trucks at a warehouse.”
“Sounds exciting.”
He grinned. “A man does what he has to do to take care of his family. No matter what it is.”
I was about to reply when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and frowned at the screen.
“It’s the company. I have to take this call. There’s more cookies and soda in the kitchen. Help yourself if you want more. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
With that, he got up off the sofa and answered the phone as he walked to the hallway. Then his voice grew fainter as he made his way towards his office in the back of the house. I heard the door close behind him, and his conversation could no longer be heard.
I sat there for a few minutes, munching on cookies and sipping my Diet Coke. I mulled over my conversation with my grandfather in my head, trying to juxtapose everything over the porn movie I’d seen him in. At what point had he made it? Before or after he’d met Nana?
I also couldn’t stop thinking about his big cock, and what kind of fun Maggie had had with it. He mentioned he’d had it in his hand when she discovered him in her closet. And it was probably hard. Was that why she’d come to his room, wanting to find out what it felt like to have that monster inside of her? I knew if I was in her situation, I would.
If he wasn’t my grandfather, of course.
I was in the middle of my thoughts when the doorbell rang. I waited for Papa to come out and answer it, but when it rang again, I realized he must’ve been busy with his phone call. So I got up and went to the door.
When I opened it, I was surprised to see a beautiful young woman standing there. I guessed her age to be around twenty, and she had long blond hair and a tight, rocking body.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
The girl seemed slightly confused. “I’m here to see Eric.”
“What about?” I asked.
“Well, it’s kind of personal.”
“What do you mean, personal?”
She seemed flustered, and said, “I’m his girlfriend.”
Chapter 5
I stared at the woman in shock. “What?”
She grimaced. “It’s supposed to be a secret. I can tell from your expression you’re surprised. I guess I am a little too. I mean, I didn’t think we were exclusive, but I never expected to run into one of his other girlfriends.”
“Other girlfriends?”
She looked around. “Can I come in? I feel kind of awkward standing around talking about this.”
I held the door open and she walked inside. She sat on the couch and took one of the cookies like she was home. I sat beside her.
“You’re Eric’s girlfriend?” I asked, still not believing it.
“Yeah. We met a few months ago at the grocery store. He was really nice, giving me a few coins when I was short at the checkout. Then he asked me out, and we’ve been together ever since. How did you meet him?”
I ignored her question and said, “So you two are…?”
“Are what?” she said, looking puzzled.
“You know… lovers?”
She smiled. “Of course. We fucked the same day we met. Hi, I’m Jennifer, by the way.”
“Chloe.”
“That’s a pretty name. If I ever have a daughter, I’m going to name her that.”
“Thanks.” I was still confused. My grandfather had sex with this girl? “So how long have you and Eric been…?”
“Screwing? About four months now. Is that what you’re here for? Is he boning you too?”
I shook my head quickly. “No.”
“It’s okay if you are. It’s not like I’m jealous or anything. I know he’s with other girls all the time.”
I stared at her. “Other girls? All the time?”
“Yeah. Have you seen his cock? It’s amazing.”
“Um…”
“I mean, my regular boyfriend is okay, but he doesn’t quite measure up to Eric.”
“You have a regular boyfriend?”
“Yeah. Eric doesn’t mind. I mean, it’s not like we could ever get married or anything. He’s like thirty-five years older than me. I guess we’re just fuck buddies instead of girlfriend and boyfriend. My real boyfriend doesn’t know about him, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“So if you’re not fucking him, why are you here?”
“Um…”
I was still trying to think up an answer when we heard my grandfather’s voice in the hallway. He was still on the phone and walking towards us.
“Okay, Jack. I’ll be there in a little while. Bye.”
He hung up the phone just as he turned the corner into the living room, and his eyes went wide when he saw both of us sitting together.
“Jennifer?” he said, staring at the girl. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s Thursday,” she said matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything.
“I texted you this morning and cancelled. Told you I was having a guest over.”
She shrugged. “I know. Chloe and I have been talking. She’s cool.”
“Talking?” He looked between us.
“Like I told her,” Jennifer said, “I’m not jealous or anything. You can screw whoever you like.”
“Jennifer, I think you should leave,” he said.
“Do I have to? I’ve really been missing you, and it is Thursday.”
“Yes, you should leave.”
She glanced at me and then back at him. “Um, I’m not really into girls, but if you want to have a three-way, I’d be willing.”
Papa rolled his eyes. “Jennifer, stop it.”
I smiled and held out my hand to the girl. “Hi, I’m Chloe. Eric’s granddaughter.”
She stared at me in shock. “Oh my god! I didn’t know!”
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