Title: Harem Girls Keywords: mF, mat, teen, mdom, inc, grandma, son Author: Caesar Summary: Caught smoking dope, he listens to grandpa's advice. Said a madam named Mamie La Farge To a sailor just off of a barge, "We have one girl that's dead, With a hole in her head-- Of course there's a slight extra charge." Harem Girls by Caesar, copyright 2007 $Revision: 1.2 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ Grandpa was sitting in his easy chair rolling another cigarette in the cool basement on a bright sunny summer morning. But you would not know that by being down here, in the dungeon where it was dark and damp. It was the seventies and I was a wild but naive sixteen year-old. There I sat, not a little pissed to be forced to attend to my ageing grandparent - a cranky private man who had shown next to no interest in my life to date. I had been sent here because mom found a joint in my room and rather than telling dad, as was the only other option, I could come talk to her father - the most forceful man in our family. The man, sitting there carefully rolling his cigarette seemed to not even notice my entrance, had ignored my welcome as well. Lets be frank, the guy scared the shit out of me. He was big and just plain mean and the whole family seemed to give him a wide berth or to do whatever it took to make him happy. It was best just to steer clear of him and his odd mean old ways. Suddenly I was regretting my decision to come here rather than receiving whatever punishment my father could dream up. The fear building up with each second of silence. "Do you know who uses dope boy?" His voice, always loudly spoken, was gravelly from nearly seventy years of smoking cigarettes. "No sir." "Only a fucking moron smokes dope." He licked the edge of his cigarette paper and attached it making a perfect cylinder. I shuffled in my chair and fought the urge to run out of there. As stupid as those words may read on paper, at the time it scared the shit out of me. "Do you want to know what is smarter than smoking dope boy?" I had to force an answer - but to pause, even in fear, was to invite the anger of this scary man. "Yes sir." He looked up slowly, dark piercing eyes that seemed to look into my very soul, "Fucking." I coughed, it was the only response I was able to do - his coarse voice using words that no one in my family dared use and then his suggestion about sex. I mean sex was not something that anyone but my buddies talked about - and I mean my parents or my teachers in that statement. Grandpa broke out laughing suddenly, his eyes almost softening. "Never dipped your wick into some juicy quim yet huh?" I was too scared to think about the embarrassment of being a virgin and just nodded, realizing my grandfather could probably read me like a book anyways. "I bet you have thought about it haven't you boy?" Did he even know my name, I wondered with cold humour. I nodded again - I think about sex nearly every moment of my day and more than a few moments when asleep, if the evidence on my sheets was any indications. Grandpa sighed loudly then looked up at the ceiling as if in half a daze, "Nothing like tight teenage cunt, that is for sure!" When I didn't make a sound he reached out for his cigarette lighter in the shape of a old fashioned cannon, light his cigarette then looked at me through the haze of blue smoke. "Something to be said for nicely aged cunt also. You have no idea what I'm talking about do you boy?" I liked to think I did, but in truth I didn't, "No sir." He nodded, accepting my answer at face value. "Did you know that I was fucking your grandma when she was your age?" I didn't - but my heart missed a beat and I wished he would keep this personal information to himself. "She wasn't my first of course - but I was just learning to spot the girls with the right attitude back then." He smiled, like a snake. "Those were the days - a few chores, then bang a quim or two before lunch. Not that I wasn't partial to a tight ass or some pretty lips." I felt my face flushing, the information was too much and my brain threatened to overload. Willing my grandfather to shut up I stayed silent. "Still have no clue do you boy? We used to trade 'em, the cunt I mean, between my buddies Barney and Charlie Lang. Now those guys knew how to party boy. Good times!" A chuckle as his mind was obviously way back in the past. This little stroll down memory lane was only reminding me how pathetic my life truly was. My grandfather seemed to have a much more active sex life than my own and that was a thousand years ago! "Yes sir, we learnt to spot the girls that had potential and then took it a step farther. I mean we had more cunt than we could possibly use. And saying that about three teenage guys is saying a lot!" The laugh this time was nothing less than evil. "It came in handy though. Not just with your grandma of course but every cunt that I wanted until age caught up with me." For the first time I wondered what grandpa was talking about, what came in handy and what kind of girls were they able to spot? He looked at me through the cloud of smoke as the silence thickened into a physical force. This sex talk was almost alien with anyone outside my small group of like-minded friends, but with this scary mean old man it was out of this world! Finally, "Do you have any clue what I'm telling you boy?" His gaze was less than friendly but I was able to reply despite my fear, "No sir." He sighed thickly and then set his half finished cigarette down on a hand-tooled maple ashtray. "We called 'em our 'harem girls' but they were just simple minded girls that wanted a strong man to take charge. Are you listening to me boy? I'm giving you the wisdom that I wished I had when I was your age!" I couldn't help but lean forwards - this being much more useful information that I could use. He continued before waiting for a response. "They didn't even know it at first, some of 'em, but we could spot them. Your grandma for example - hated her brothers, was fighting with her mother and was not bright enough for anything but making babies. Me and the boys had plenty of fun with her, taking every virginity she had to give." Grandpa laughed again, his gaze far away, possibly imagining his wife all those years ago. Me, I could not imagine grandma as anything but an old woman. Was it possible that grandpa was loosing his mind and that this was all some demented figment of his imagination? "I took a while to marry her - long after she was well trained of course. Damn, I miss fucking that nice juicy tight pussy of hers!" Grandpa reached down and squeezed his slacks where his penis must have been before the same hand reaching out for the quickly diminishing cigarette again. There was no dent in his slacks as mine often had when discussing sex. It didn't have any indication now - this conversation was just weird. He suddenly froze, starring at me, a evil smile slowly appearing upon his ancient face. "You could have her - would you like that boy?" I just blinked, suddenly lost in our conversation. "I know she is getting old and you probably never thought about fucking her have you?" We couldn't be talking about grandma could we? This conversation has gone from strange to the insane. "Let me tell you, your old grandma will never say no to the man in her life. And she is not that old - twelve years younger than I am. Its a good idea - you should think about it?" He looked down with disgust to see his cigarette had disappeared up in smoke leaving gray ash on his dark slacks. Grandpa snubbed out the butt and then reached down onto the floor to a tin, bringing it up to his lap to make yet another cigarette. With a humour that I did not understand or tried to phantom, "Hell, if you like the old stuff, you have no idea how much fun you could have." Then the bombshell that nearly tore my mind and soul away from this reality into something darker, something tempting but easily distinguishable as wrong. "I took your mom's cherry when she was twelve - her tits were just starting." A long chuckle crackled from his thin lips while he spread the tobacco along the length of the open paper carefully placed on his lap. "She was just like her mother - I saw that early on - so I trained her. What a tight fuck she was. Your old man had no idea what he was getting - and is probably too stupid to realize what type of woman he married." "Your mom though, she could suck a cock for hours and not tire! And that tight ass - my god - I wish I was twenty years younger right now so I can enjoy it again." The newly wrapped cigarette is inserted into his mouth and lite, his silence allowing me to shake my head in amazement at the words I was hearing. It had to be some type of old man's dementia right? He had sex with mom for the first time when she was my sisters age? Impossible! "Have you ever noticed her ass boy? I mean almost twenty five years later and she still turns heads with that thing. Thats the key to your old lady boy - her ass! I would look for any excuse to spank it - perfection!" Another squeeze between his legs and I looked down in amazement at my own lap which was now sporting a half-erect bulge. "Be strong - take charge. Leave the drugs and fuck some cunt is my suggestion!" This was the first time since my arrival that grandpa had said something that made sense. Of course I would like to loose the stigma of being a virgin - but it wasn't that easy! This talk about grandma and especially my mother was... disturbing! "Use your grandma and mom for practise boy - they can't say no!" He chuckled again then his brow furled before shouting up at the ceiling, "Louise, get down here woman!" He looked at me evilly. The fact that he was talking trash about my mom and grandmother was disconcerting enough but to have grandma included in the conversation was quickly edging towards humiliation. I felt sorry for my maternal grandparent when she came down into the basement on her knitted slippers. "Yes honey?" "Our boy here needs some cunt to practise on." He looked at his wife sternly and I felt the blood drain from my face. "You have any problem with that?" My grandmother was a short softly padded woman around sixty years-old. She is the total opposite of grandpa - quiet and polite, easy to talk with, friendly and honest to a fault. She could not be considered sexy or hot in any fashion that my teenage brain could conjure - but she was not revolting either. Grandma, I am shocked to admit that I critiqued her as soon as she came at her husbands bellow, had huge breasts that danced around on her chest, always wore skirts to reveal her shapely legs and her large round ass moved to perfection as she walked. Yet it was her face, almost cute in its aged manner, the green eyes soft and inviting. Grandma looked suddenly nervous at the question, looking at me and back to her ass hole of a husband, shuffling on her feet and wringing her hands together at her lap. I was about to speak up, to save this nice old woman from the evil illusions of her husband when grandma spoke up in her soft voice, "I love him very much... if that is what he needs and wants...?" She was looking at me suggestively, with a question that could not be asked. My whole life just came to an important junction. I didn't believe grandpa's bravado until this moment, until grandma looked me in the eye as if to ask if I really wanted to have sex with her or was her husband just dominating the situation as he tends to do. Then the old man's early suggestion echoed in my adolescent brain, about taking charge and being strong - this was one of those moments. Regardless if this was real or some weird misunderstanding, it was good advice. With a penis hurting beneath the confines of my jeans I looked back at my grandmother with as strong a gaze as I could conjure on such short notice and responded with as stern a voice as I could get with my squeaky voice, "I love you too grandma." The reality of the situation still had not sunk in even when I detected surprise and pleasure within my grandmother's eyes. A private smile began to grow and I knew it was for me only. Grandpa was eyeballing me through the latest cloud of blue cigarette smoke almost as if he could read my every thought. "Go back upstairs Louise - the boy will find you when he wants you." "Yes dear." Grandma turned and strode away leaving me with a over-the-shoulder glance and a smile, and a little extra bounce in her step. And yes, my eyes did lower to her round bottom as it shuffled out of sight. Only then did it really sink home - virginity, sex, grandma and any time I wanted! Holy fuck! "You have to give up that 'love' shit boy - it is a waste of time and energy. A cunt is used to fuck but if you allow them, they will screw with your mind every time." Unlike the earlier piece of advice that was just starting to sink into my head, this did not sound like good advice - but I was still too scared of the old man to say otherwise. "Yes sir." He sat forwards, setting his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray before doing so, "Okay, lets be frank shall we? I'm getting old - too old to have the kind of fun I'm telling you about. I'm giving you your grandmother - you now own her. You can tie her up and fuck her old body with vegetables if that is what gets you off?" He chuckled and I realized he was reliving more of his sordid past. A shiver ran through me and my cock was so hard it hurt. The image of grandma's private smile as she left the room came back into my head. "But don't get hung up on just one cunt - shag as many as you can get boy! Do your mother - she won't fight you - I was screwing her brains out years after she married that dolt of a husband." My mind recalled mom as she looked a few months ago at the public pool, in her new two piece bathing suit. Ya, I noticed and wondered - but the guilt ate at me until I forced those thoughts to go away. But this was something else, like receiving an instruction book to my own parent, one that I only had known a fraction of its features. She was fucking grandpa, her father, for years. "She loves a good ass fuck, your ma does. I can't tell you how to spot potential 'harem girls', you will need to learn that yourself. But after enjoying your mom and grandma for a while, I'm sure you will see the qualities I'm talking about." They were submissive to a strong man - that was it right? Grandpa sat back into his chair and retrieved his cigarette, looking at its diminished length with distaste. "Turn on the tube for me boy then go up and fuck the old cunt waiting for you upstairs." I was trembling as I leaned over to turn the television on before standing awkwardly with my malformed jeans. Grandpa had dismissed me effortlessly, not even looking up at my half crouch comical walk as I left the basement. It took some effort not to rush up the stairs in a run, wanting to discover if I was as warped as the old man or if this was all true. The stairs opened up into the kitchen where grandma had heard me approaching to stand watching me. Her slippers were gone as was the dress - she wore a pleated skirt and a silk blouse. She gave me a single two second smile, her eyes looking between the bulge in my crotch to my eyes. The silence was short but awkward, she interrupting with, "Your grandfather is getting a little old isn't he?" I nodded, he was. Was she suggesting that this was all some old man's warped imagination and she was just humouring him earlier? She chuckled once, with a forced humour, "Is there anything else he told you honey?" She has called me 'honey' for as long as I can remember. What should I tell her, that grandpa said she was shared around with his two friends back when she was my age? My pause seemed to make her nervous and she shuffled on her low heeled hard soled shoes that she had put on. "Your grandfather likes to exaggerate honey, you can't believe everything he says." Her eyes fell, as if she was not able to look at me out of some guilt or nervousness. The fact that grandma had said grandpa had exaggerated rather than lie had not gone unnoticed. Like her calm reply to his demand that she be available for sexual practise a short time ago, this too was another nail in the coffin for my innocence. I had to be sure though, "Then none of it was true grandma?" My voice sounded weak and as squeaky as ever, and I realized I didn't sound strong at all. Grandma turned towards the sink and grabbed a dishtowel, wringing it in her hands while facing away. I waited nearly a minute for the answer that I knew wasn't coming. Honest as a fault was one of grandma's traits remember. "He said he called you his 'harem girl'?" She took a rather deep ragged breath before answering, "Its just a little game between marriage couples honey." I shook my head even though she could not see it, "No grandma, I think its something more. Grandpa didn't say this but I think he was describing you as being submissive?" The towel dropped to the floor and her hands steadied herself against the counter as her breathing became hoarse before she was able to get it under control. Slowly she turned again, her eyes unreadable, her hands trembling though she clenched them against her navel. "I am an old woman now honey - I haven't done anything like this for at least ten years." My heart was beating so violently and so rapidly that I was sure grandpa could hear it down the stairs behind me. "I love you grandma." She winced before replying, "Your grandfather says a woman like me doesn't get or deserve love honey, just... you know." I didn't know... at least not yet. I stepped a single step closer to her and my hands rose to take hers from before her. They were cool to the touch, the palms sweaty. "I think you can have both grandma." She looked at me with a brave smile that slowly disappeared. "I've never done this before." Grandma looked at me in surprise, some of her fear disappearing with my admission. There was something else within her gaze, something that I can only describe as hunger. "Are you sure you want it like this, you want me honey?" She was practically whispering. I nodded, "I'm sure grandma." A smile quickly spread on her lips before she stepped up before me, her hands releasing my own to reach up to encircle my neck. On her toes, grandma leaned up and kissed me with those bright red lipstick covered lips. It wasn't a kiss my grandparent had ever given me before - nor was it like the half dozen girls I had been able to kiss to this point in my life. But it was the opening of a symbolic gate if you understand and my own hands wrapped about the soft waist as my lips opened and pressed down to hers. It was the only experience I had earned to date, and I put all my skill into that passionate slow kiss. Grandma rewarded me with a guttural groan of pleasure, her soft lower stomach pressing into my painful groin. It was her tongue that crossed the lips first, finding mine willing and as hungry as hers. Take charge grandpa had said, my hands slipped lower and overflowed with the soft round flesh of my grandmother's clothed ass. A squeal of surprise accompanied by the groan of pleasure as I pressed her into my groin - enjoying the softness of her body. The kiss did break apart and I was echoing her own laboured breathing as we looked into each others eyes, our hot breaths caressing the other's face. "It has been so long honey!" "I want you grandma!" A half smile appeared on one side of her lips, a twinkle in her eye, "Do you want to go to the bedroom or ...?" That 'or' turned me on. She was a submissive, she had all but confirmed it without saying a word and that 'or' meant I could have her standing right here on the linoleum floor if I wanted. A nod was all that I could voice at that moment. The sheer magnitude of the thought left me dizzy with desire. Grandma's smile spread to the other half of her face and she took one of my hands and lead me anxiously to the spare room, almost slamming the door behind us in her haste. Suddenly it was very quiet, still, the pink perfumed lace covered room loud to my senses. I turned to see grandma looking suddenly as nervous as I felt. This was it right? Where I loose my virginity, that stigma of all my peers and one that none of us had any idea how to really get rid of. But what do I do next? It felt a little rude to just start taking my clothing off right here before my own grandmother...! Grandma had the solution though, she stepped right up before me and took one of my hands to place it directly upon the outside of her covered huge breast. The first I've touched in my life and I should say it was a momentous occasion. She was unbuttoning the front of her blouse as I fondled a huge tit, the point of her nipple thrusting through the thick bra beneath to press into my palm. The blouse slipped from her shoulders to the floor before she was reaching around behind her, the stark white harness suddenly slipping loose beneath my hand. I let my hand drop to watch as the pale white flesh of my grandmother's breasts came into view - the brown nipples wrinkled and huge, bigger than even my overactive imagination could have conjured. And they danced! It was the moment memorable thing besides simply witnessing tits for the first time - how they moved with every breath, every little movement of a hand, the white fleshed quivered and simply danced with a silent rhyme before me. Grandma was quivering nervously now, her eyes looking at me to confirm that I wanted to continue, that I found her aged body a desirable mate. The pleated skirt fell to the floor, the low heels already gone - there was no panty. She stood looking at me in silence wearing white thigh-high stockings and white lace garter. Her body was round and curvy, pale and soft, inviting - and dare I say it, sexy. My hands came up to yank my tee-shirt over my head, feeling her eyes devouring me with each movement as I had done with her. The jeans opened with a small audible pop, my cock thrusting through my boxers and now out of the opened zipper so that the angry looking pink head of my penis was revealed, slimy from its excitement. The bell-bottomed jeans were now gone, the boxer shorts next. We stood facing each other, both of us obviously excited, both of us nervous. Again she took the initiative, taking my hand and turning it palms up to press between her soft warm thighs. The furry hot wetness that I palmed was the first I've ever felt. And if there was any doubt in my mind that I should stop this insanity, that regardless of my grandparents relationship, this was still my grandmother, was gone without another thought. My centre finger bent at the knuckle and submerged into the wet furnace of my grandmother's sex. A 'cunt' grandpa had kept calling them, women I mean. It wasn't a word that my friends and I were unfamiliar with but we had never used it in such a way to mean anything but that part of a woman's body that lay between her legs. You know, one of the wonders of the world right? But to grandpa, grandma was a cunt, her worth valued at what lay between her legs. It was distasteful but deliciously naughty to consider this maternal matronly woman as a sexual object rather than the loving caring woman that I had known all my life. Grandma squealed at the intrusion, her torso lowering with her knees bent, obscenely spreading her thighs for easier access. Our lips met again and kissed as passionately as before but held some violent anxious quality, sexual hunger. A hand was grasping my hardness, measuring - she moaned pleasurably. Her lips came off mine to breathlessly ask, "May I suck you?" Her eyes ablaze, wild. No one has ever asked that before, the simple question amazing to me. It was something else, it was scary. I was close to climax, feared it may happen without even the hand that now lay upon it - so I was nervous of the humiliation of shooting before entering this willing woman, this cunt. So I nodded negatively. So naive. Instead I gently turned my grandmother around and pressed her down onto the hard pink covered bed. She watched me with big trusting eyes even as her feet rose off the floor, her knees bent and spread. She was exposing herself, spreading herself for me. I pulled my finger and hand from her sex - so pink, so wet that even her thighs were slick with it. I could smell her, earthy, sweet - delicious. I tasted my finger as my grandmother watched intently, silently, panting with desire - I gave her a smile, loving the taste, knowing I would get more from the source anytime in the near future. Standing between her raised feet I held my throbbing cock and aimed it where my finger had been. She just watched me, this momentous moment, silent and strangely subdued. I slipped into her soft wet furnace and life will never be the same. Her eyes widened and her breasts danced on her chest. I just stood still, submerged into that cunt, feeling it tense and clench against me, the juices already slipping past my hard cock to coat my balls. My hands reached out to grasp those meaty huge breasts, the nipples so hard they felt like stiff leather. The movement of my hips and ass came naturally, eons of men doing the same to women could not stop with this fuck. Grandma pressed back, her own hips thrusting up to meet mine, her feet jerking in the air above and behind my head. I kissed a white nylon covered calf and grandma smiled and then closed her eyes - experiencing. My cock thrust forwards with rough movements - showing this cunt that I could be strong. She was grunting at each slap of our joined flesh, like an animal - a cunt. I knew I was not going to last much longer, proud of how my performance has been so far - a little short of duration but dramatic in performance. Grandma was getting louder, her body more and more anxious, the smell filling my head and forever making me think 'sex' when I recalled it. She was looking at me now, maybe my grunts informed her what was inevitable. Her hands replaced mine on her own breasts, fondling them so that the pale flesh overflowed between her fingers. My hands moving to hold the back of her thighs, just beneath the knees, pressing them back and wide. This was my moment, a virgin no more, a strong assertive man was what I had been transformed into. "What a cunt!" The words came out before I thought of them and the second after I had, realizing what I had said, grandma tensed her whole body, her sex tightening on my rod, as she acted as if she could not breath or move. My cock began to shoot at that moment and I watched my grandmother's mouth open in a silent scream as I pumped shot after shot of cream deep into her loose hot wet sex. Then it was over. The legs slowly lowered, eyes opened lazily, hands still quivering pressing hair out of eyes - grandma looked up at me uncertainly. My cock slipped out effortlessly as I learnt grandma a hand to sit up, her sex leaking a puddle of juice from her - the smell now sharp, sweet. Her face looked old, weary, but strangely satisfied. Her eyes still watched me almost nervously as I forced my breathing to slow, as I had to use the dresser behind me for balance. Grandma slipped off the bed to kneel before me, her mouth taking my soiled soft penis and sucking gently. I let this continue for nearly a minute, loving every second of those lips, wanting more but needing to escape to think about things. I gently stood away from her, she trying hard not to look too disappointed at my dismissal. She rummaged for her clothing, slipping it on - her eyes no longer looking at me. I felt guilty post-orgasm, guilt at what I had done with this sweet old woman that has shown me nothing less than love my whole life. I think she could sense this guilt and it made her sad and maybe disappointed. I was the first dressed, almost rushing from the room, grandma only a few seconds behind me. There stood grandpa as I returned to the kitchen, looking smug, "Gave the cunt a good shafting did you?" Grandma just ignored her husband and moved to the counter, "Left over meatloaf for supper?" He ignored her, still facing me with a newly filled mug of coffee on the table before him. "Use her whenever you want boy - a cunt isn't much use unless ya use it - especially if it won't say 'no'!" He laughed like the evil old man he was. Feeling grandma's eyes on me I turned my head to see her stealing a questioning glance at me. Was this the only time - it seemed to ask? I didn't give any indication of a reply, I simply was too confused at what had already happened. Instead, I rushed out of there with grandpa's evil laugh ringing in my ears and went home, wanting to hide in my bedroom and think. Mother was home, in the kitchen as her mother so often is, facing the cupboard slicing carrots for supper. My mind immediately processed what I was facing, the skirt and blouse, the curves beneath, the calves, feet and neck bare. She was a less curvy version of her mother, padded but without the exaggerated bulk. Mom was never pretty but rather plain, if she primped she looked cute. She turned to look at me over her shoulder, "How did your time with grandpa go?" Mom frowned as soon as she saw me - maybe realizing something within me was different. I left a boy and came back a man. A frown appeared on her brow, her hands grabbing a towel to dry, as she turned on her bare feet. The hardness in my jeans was returning and I felt my heart pounding. Was it all true, what grandpa had told me? "Is there anything wrong baby?" I hated when she called me that and suddenly realized I could get her to stop if I was simply the strong man that had fucked her mother barely an hour ago. "I want you to take off your clothing mother." The calm demeanour of my own voice even surprised me - fucking a woman must do things to a guy I realized with evil humour! She stepped back so that her bottom was pressed against the edge of the counter, her face looking nothing less than shocked. "What did you say?" "You belong to me now mother and I want to see you naked." My cock was hard and again painful against the crotch of my jeans - mother looked down once to see it, fear now appearing in her eyes. "No baby - please!" If what grandpa had said was false, I would have thought mother would have denied or threatened me in another way don't you? I took a step towards her threateningly, "I am going to punish you mother by spanking your nice round ass - to remind you who you now belong too!" He ass was very round, full and drew the eye every time she walked by - even my buddies agreed. At the mention of a spanking, mother bit her bottom lip and whimpered quietly. Her eyes, as green as her mother's, looked at me almost desperately for half a moment before those trembling hands came up and began to unbutton her blouse. In a near-whisper, "Your father and sister will be home in a half hour?" The blouse coming out of the waist of her skirt and falling from her shoulders - her arms reaching behind for the clasp of her bra. I allowed it to fall so that I may enjoy the sight of my own parents large breasts, the nipples already wrinkled and tight, before I answered, "Then you best not linger, don't you agree my little harem girl?" She groaned at my choice of words, her trembling hands doubling in speed as she rushed to remove her skirt. --